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  Peach Tree Family (Gay Romance) By Trina Solet

  Copyright © 2020 by Trina Solet

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales or actual events is entirely coincidental.

  All sexual activity takes place between persons eighteen years of age or older.

  This novel contains material intended for mature readers.

  Cover image is only for illustrative purposes. Any person depicted is a model.

  Peach Tree Family

  Gay Romance

  Trina Solet

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 1

  Shifting his duffel bag from shoulder to shoulder, Seth walked on the side of the road and watched his shadow get longer. At every step the damp and the chill reached deeper inside him. He was tired, cold, hungry and thirsty, but there was no place for him to stop, just bare trees and underbrush on one side and empty fields on the other. He had seen a sign for a town called Peach Tree, but he couldn't see anything except a hill up ahead.

  Even if he reached the town before night fell, he had no hope of sleeping indoors. Not with the little money he had on him. The nagging of his empty stomach told him to save what little money he had for food.

  While he was trying to figure out what to do, he noticed that some people in passing cars were eying him and not in a friendly way. The next car might be a sheriff looking to hassle him. Seth moved off the side of the road and started making his way through the wooded area and tried his best not to get lost.

  As tired as he was, it wasn't easy keeping his mind clear. After days of walking, he had run out of food, his feet hurt and his head was pounding. He was almost desperate enough to hitchhike but never stuck his thumb out. People still offered him rides a few times, but every time someone stopped for him, he got a bad vibe and just kept walking.

  He wouldn't be much better off dragging himself through these woods once it got dark. Going around a thick tangle of bushes had taken him away from the road. That was a good way to get lost and it was likely to rain too.

  Looking up at the gray sky and listening for the noise of cars, Seth hit a deep puddle on his next step. As both his feet sank in, cold water flooded his shoes and he cursed. Dead leaves covered the puddle so he couldn't tell it was there. Now he had two sopping wet sneakers and his jeans had soaked up water too.

  Like he needed to be sloshing around in wet shoes in this cold weather. Looking for someplace to sit and take his shoes off, maybe get some of the rainwater out, Seth glimpsed a little bit of a roofline and a chimney. A few steps later he could see a porch and a boarded up window. By the look of it, the house wasn't a wreck but no one was living there. The front door had a padlock on it. A No Trespassing sign was posted on the door.

  He might be able to get inside, and if not, he could at least huddle up on the porch, that way if it rained tonight he wouldn't be out there with no shelter.

  Maybe his luck wasn't so bad after all.

  ***

  "Are we hobos, Theo?" Ace asked as they left the roadside and started making their way through the woods.

  "No. And we aren't homeless. We have a house. We just have to get there," Theo told his little brother as he picked the safest path for them to follow. As they set out on this trip, one of Theo's friends had joked that they were going to be hobos, now Ace was fixated on the idea.

  "I don't see a house," Ace said. He hadn't been doubting Theo this much when they were on the bus, but he had only just turned seven. After being on one bus or another for most of the day, they were hiking through dry brush among bare trees in the bitter cold and the little guy's spirits were flagging.

  "The house is out here. We just can't see it yet." Theo scanned the ground to make sure they didn't fall in or get tripped up. At the same time, he peered ahead of them, telling himself they couldn't see the house because of the trees and brush. But most of the branches were bare. They should have seen the house already.

  It was late in the afternoon, and it had been cloudy all day making for cold and clammy weather. If they didn't find the old place before they lost the light, Theo didn't know what they would do.

  Camping out in the brush in this weather would be miserable even if he was alone, but it was out of the question for his little brother to spend a cold, winter night outdoors. Ace was twelve years his junior, and Theo was now finally taking full responsibility for him, taking over from their aunt. But Ace had been scared about where they would live ever since their aunt said she never wanted to see them again and they could go live on the streets for all she cared.

  That was the first time Ace had asked, "Are we homeless?"

  The truth was that they were. Since he turned eighteen, Theo had been staying with different friends. He wasn't ready to take care of Ace yet, but he couldn't tell him that. He clutched at the only straw they had, and he put some steel in his voice as he told Ace. "We're not homeless. You know our dad left us that house in Peach Tree. Our own house. Doesn't that sound good?"

  Theo felt like that was a lie he was trying to turn into the truth, but he had a tiny hope that maybe it wasn't. Maybe the house wasn't in bad shape and they could live there. At least it would take them far away from their aunt's boyfriend and his threats.

  While Theo was considering what to do if they didn't find the house soon, Ace pointed up ahead. "Theo, Theo, Theo! I see a house!"

  In his excitement, he was ready to run closer, but Theo grabbed the backpack Ace was carrying and stopped him. "You know I have to check it out first," Theo reminded him. Ace already knew the plan but he wasn't so good at following directions when curiosity got the better of him.

  They made a slow approach and saw a one-story house with a porch and its windows boarded up. Everything was silent and still except for the two of them and their footsteps. There was no sign that anyone else was around.

  As they circled the house, Theo saw the most likely place to get them inside. They didn't have a key, but they did have every right to be there even if Theo had to break in.

  Next he picked a hiding spot for Ace. That's where he would wait with all their stuff.

  Setting down the huge rucksack he carried, Theo went over the plan one more time. "Here's the phone. You stay here, and I go in and check the place out. If I'm not out every five minutes to wave at you from the side door, you call 911."

  "I know, but..." Ace had already made the argument that he should go in to back him up, and Theo didn't need to hear it again.

  "No, you can
't go with me. I need backup out here, not in there. Now let's do this." He put out his hand for a fist bump.

  Ace nodded and bumped his fist. "I'm ready." He was also scared, but this was the best plan Theo had.

  He rubbed the baseball cap on top of his little brother's head and moved off as quietly and as cautiously as he could. In his hand, he had a heavy flashlight. If he had to, he could use it as a weapon.

  The front door was padlocked and all the windows big enough to climb through were boarded up. The weak spot was a side door that also had a padlock on it, but the padlock was broken.

  Going closer, Theo pushed the door open just a crack then stopped. Before opening the door any further, Theo looked in and saw a disused kitchen. He shone the flashlight inside and saw no sign of anyone using the place.

  Ready to go in now, Theo took a deep breath and waved at Ace. A small hand went up to wave then gave a thumbs up. That made Theo smile even as his heart raced.

  He gave the door a firm push. When it creaked, he stopped. He waited and listened. Nothing.

  He went into the kitchen where the fridge stood open as did some of the drawers and cabinets. After a quick glance, Theo went through then stopped in the doorway to the living room. He held his breath.

  Unlike the kitchen, the living room wasn't empty. There was a guy in there. Sleeping on the floor, the guy was covered with layers of clothes, resting his head on a duffel bag. He had dark hair and looked like he was about Theo's age or a little older, his early twenties maybe.

  Theo gripped his flashlight tighter. He hadn't turned it on, but he noticed there was some light anyway. It came through a row of three narrow, horizontal windows that hadn't been boarded up probably because no one could have climbed in through there.

  Theo wasn't sure how long he stood there frozen, figuring out what do about this guy, when he remembered he had to wave at Ace. Turning to go back out through the kitchen, he forgot about the open cabinet doors. His jacket caught on one of them and it slammed shut.

  The noise was too loud to be ignored. Theo turned just in time to see the guy jump awake. Breathing hard, he looked around. He spotted Theo and narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" he asked as he cast his eyes around like he wanted to know if Theo was alone.

  Theo knew he had to stand his ground. He squared his shoulders and stood in the kitchen doorway. "You're going to need to clear out," he said, making sure to keep his voice steady and strong.

  "I don't want any trouble," the guy said as he stared at Theo and tried to get his breathing under control.

  "Then you shouldn't have trespassed on my property," Theo told him evenly.

  The guy scoffed. "No one lives here."

  "That doesn't make it free for the taking," Theo informed him. "I'm here to check the house and make sure no one is spreading their trash all over the place."

  "That's not trash. That's my stuff," the guy said angrily. He was about to get up, but seeing Theo tense, he stopped and leaned back against his duffel bag. "I don't want any trouble. I just need someplace to stay the night."

  As Theo gave him a hard-eyed glare, the guy stayed on the floor like he was staking his claim to it. He had angular features and a good body. His dark blue eyes were sharp, but for just a second shifted to an uncertain look, like he couldn't take a proper measure of Theo. That was fine by Theo since he had to bluff his way through if he wanted to get rid of this guy.

  "I see you've made yourself comfortable, but you're going to have to pack up and leave if you don't want me to call Sheriff Jackson." Theo dropped the sheriff's name and hoped that would make his threat more convincing. The truth was he couldn't afford to get the sheriff involved. His aunt still had legal custody of Ace. Theo planned to change that and this house was a key part of his plan. He wasn't about to let this interloper mess things up for him.

  But just as the other guy's shoulders slumped and he sighed like he was about to give up, Ace rushed into the room.

  "Ace!" Theo snapped at him.

  "It's raining and I heard a noise and you didn't come out, and then I came over and heard you talking in here," Ace said rapid-fire, piling on excuses one on top of the other. Then he looked over at the guy sitting on the floor. "Is that a hobo?"

  "Hobo?" the guy said. He was a little unkempt, but he didn't look like someone who had been living rough for long.

  "He was just leaving," Theo told him and took his phone from Ace.

  "Was he sleeping here, Theo?" Ace asked.

  "He was, but he's not any more." Theo tried for a sound of finality, but he knew he had lost a lot of ground with Ace running in like that.

  "I'm just crashing here for the night, just passing through," the guy said to answer Ace and to assert that he was staying.

  "You are trespassing on private property. You need to leave," Theo told him.

  "I should just go on your say-so?" the guy said. "You don't own this place any more than I do."

  They were staring each other down, but Ace had his say too. "We do too. This is our house."

  "Ace, you need to be quiet," Theo told him, but Ace was distracted by staring at the intruder.

  "Look, Theo. Look at all his stuff. He's homeless. Can we let him stay? Can we?"

  "I'm not homeless, just moving for work. My name is Seth," the intruder said with a grin.

  "Don't talk to him," Theo warned the guy. "Get your stuff together and go."

  "So what are the chances you're gonna call the sheriff on me?" Seth challenged him and eyed the phone pointedly, the phone Theo didn't have until Ace came in.

  Theo didn't answer which was the same as admitting that the guy was right.

  "All I want is to crash here until morning. I'll stay out of your way," Seth said.

  "Is there room for everybody?" Ace asked, distracting Theo from trying to figure out how to get rid of this guy. "If there's room, he can stay here too and not have to sleep outside. It's cold and raining."

  "It's only drizzling," Theo said.

  "Theo, he doesn't even have pants on," Ace said and he pointed at a pair of jeans that were hanging from a nail on the wall.

  "I have pants on. I just took those off because they got wet from the puddle." Seth uncovered his legs to prove it. He was wearing jeans and a beat up brown, leather jacket, but had covered himself with another jacket and some sweatshirts and a sweater. He had no shoes on though. "I stepped into a puddle. It was covered with leaves, and I didn't see it. My sneakers got wet too. They're drying over there."

  "Theo, he can't go outside in wet sneakers," Ace pleaded.

  "He can go, or I can call the sheriff and have her sort it out," Theo threatened.

  "Her?" Seth said.

  "Sheriff Sheila Jackson," Theo told him, but Ace was still pleading the guy's case.

  "No, Theo, don't call the sheriff on him."

  "I won't if he leaves," Theo told him, but didn't take his eyes off the intruder.

  "You're bluffing," Seth said.

  "Are you, Theo?" Ace wanted to know, and the guy let out a quick laugh until Theo glared at him.

  "What if he's armed?" Theo asked Ace to make him realized that this was serious.

  Seth frowned and looked taken aback, almost offended. "I ain't armed. I just want to get some sleep."

  Theo was about to tell him to leave again when Ace pointed toward three sets of doors in the back. "What's over there?"

  The guy told him about it. "There's a bathroom that's best avoided altogether. Two bedrooms with nothing in them. One has a broken window with boards over it."

  "Are we sleeping in there?" Ace asked, giving away that they would be staying in the house and weren't just there to check it like Theo claimed.

  "I don't know yet," Theo told him. First he had to get rid of this guy.

  "I'm Ace. This is my brother, Theo," Ace said while peering around at a short hallway where the front door was.

  "Nice to meet you, Ace. Theo," Seth said and raised an eyebrow at Theo's scowl.

 
; "You really need to leave," Theo told him, but Ace just kept advocating for the guy.

  "He already fell in a puddle. We have to help him."

  "Ace. How about you let me handle this," Theo told him.

  "OK. Can I look over there?" Ace asked and tried to go toward the back.

  "No," Theo told him sharply and held onto his arm.

  "Those two rooms don't have any light," Seth said in a much kinder voice. "We can all just stay out here. Me on this side. You guys..."

  Theo didn't let him finish. "This is our house. You don't get to invite yourself to any part of it."

  "I was just suggesting a solution," Seth said.

  Theo took a deep breath. He had no way of making him leave. He couldn't call the sheriff unless he wanted to bring trouble to himself. He had no cards to play. "You're gone in the morning," Theo said, capitulating.

  Ace was happy and Seth looked relieved. Theo was far from happy. He couldn't believe the position he found himself in. He hoped this wasn't an indication of the kind of luck he could expect.

  Resigned to their unwelcome guest, Theo now took a good look at the living room. It was sizable with a fireplace in the center of one wall. Under the narrow windows there was a built in bookshelf. Theo could picture it lined with all of his grandfather's books, but there wasn't even one book left there now.

  "Let's go look at those rooms," Theo said and Ace came along eagerly.

  It was like Seth said. Theo had to use a flashlight to have a look at two empty rooms that had to be bedrooms. In one bedroom, the window was broken and boarded up tight. So far they only came across old signs of people crashing there. Unfortunately, the bathroom was so dirty it was unusable.

  They would have to relieve themselves outdoors and sleep in the living room, sharing the space with a stranger. Of course Theo had no intention of closing his eyes even for a moment, much less sleeping. He just wished he had gotten some sleep on the bus.

  He and Ace got their stuff from outside, and Theo got out the peanut butter switches he packed and a juice box for Ace.

  "What if Seth is hungry?" Ace asked.