“Is this about Ethan?” Joanna guessed when I was quiet. “Did you see him here?”
I nodded.
Joanna didn’t say anything else. She just nodded back and walked away. I’d never seen her so mad at me like this before.
“Babe, babe!” I went after her. I caught up and grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Babe! I’m sorry, okay? It’s my fault...”
She didn’t even want to look at me.
I hugged her. It hurt me to see her like this. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have thought about him when we’re having so much fun.”
Joanna took a deep breath. “It’s okay,” she said and patted my back. “You just miss your friend.”
I looked at her. The scowl on her face was gone. I smiled. “Love you, babe.”
She smiled back. “Love you too.”
When my mouth almost touched hers, was about to kiss her, that was when of all times, Jane had to interrupt. “Jo, Liam!” She came over with her boyfriend carrying the big blue alien. She panted when she reached us. “For god’s sake, you two forgot your baby!”
Joanna beamed in an instant seeing her baby. “Aw, Stitchy.” She held her arms wide open.
Jane’s boyfriend put the big plushy into Joanna’s arms.
“Thanks, Jane, Michael.” Joanna hugged the plushy. “Babe, can we put this in the car first? We won’t be able to have more rides if our baby is here. Don’t wanna trouble them anymore.”
“You’re just gonna dump our baby in the car?” I said.
“Huh?” Joanna frowned.
I laughed. “Just kidding, babe. Let’s go.”
“Say bye to Jane, Stitch.” Joanna raised Stitch’s arm and waved with it. “Goodbye,” she mimicked how Stitch sounded in the movie.
Jane kissed the plushy. “Goodbye, cutie.”
We went back to where we had come from, the same entrance, and got to the parking lot. Joanna was really happy with the plushy that Zorro—she must not know it was Ethan—had gotten for her. She was skipping and singing the movie’s theme song as we went to her car. When we were reaching it and Joanna was taking her car key out to remotely unlock the car, suddenly, a scary, high-pitched voice laughed behind us.
We turned around.
At first, I couldn’t make out who it was. Then, he came into the light. I wouldn’t be able to forget the horror I saw for the rest of my life. His entire face was white. His hair and nose were red. He wore a colorful baggy costume with polka dots. The costume was stained with what I could only guess was blood. It wasn’t only his clothes. In his hand was a machete, dripping with blood. His jaws were wide open and his teeth were inhuman. Overly long and sharp. Blood dribbled down from his mouth like the drool of a hungry creature. No. Not creature. A monster.
Joanna screamed.
13
Babe or Bail
(Liam)
T he evil clown charged, his machete high up in the air.
Joanna screamed again. She turned and rushed towards her car. It was amazing that she could still find the strength to move. She didn’t leave behind her new baby. She brought the big blue alien into the car and placed it on the passenger seat.
I was as horrified as she was. Only, I didn’t realize that I hadn’t begun running. “Babe!” I ran towards her.
But Joanna… Joanna did something that I’d never have expected. She reversed her car from the parking space and faced the headlights at the evil clown. At first, I thought she was going to run over the crazy man. But she didn’t. Instead, she turned, drove out the driveway and disappeared.
Disappeared. On me.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. My heart shattered. The evil clown guffawed with a bloody hand on his stomach. He continued to walk towards me. He charged, running again. I still couldn’t move. I just couldn’t find the strength. I was traumatized by what had happened. Was this it? Was this the end of me?
The clown was close up now. He roared and raised his machete high. I kept my eyes shut and waited for it. Memories resurfaced, and they were all of me with no one else other than Ethan. How we met at the Halloween party, how we ended up in the same class the next year and I was super happy, how we practiced the tango together so that I could impress Joanna, how we worked out together, ate together, played together, slept together and countless more...
I let a tear shed. For him, I wouldn’t mind. Goodbye, Ethan, were my last thoughts.
Just when I thought my life was coming to an end, the clown suddenly screamed, “Stop, stop, stop!”
My eyes flew wide open to see what was happening.
A man in black, wearing a black mask and a black cape, came in between us and smashed the evil clown with an iron rod nonstop like the clown was a cockroach. I recognized the costume immediately. It was Ethan. Ethan was here.
He stopped and pointed the iron rod at the clown. “You want him? You have to get through me!” He continued whacking the clown.
“Stop, stop!” the clown cried. “Argh! It was a prank!”
“Stop, stop!” More men suddenly appeared around us. Among them, three of them had large cameras.
“It was a prank, it was a prank!” one of them said.
But Ethan didn’t listen or notice. He continued hitting the clown wildly. He was lost in fury.
I hurriedly threw myself at him, hugging him from his back. “Eth, Eth, stop!” I tried to stop him. “Stop! I’m fine, I’m fine! Stop! Please!”
My words finally got through to him. Ethan stopped and dropped the iron rod. He quickly turned around and looked at me, his sweaty hands on my face. He was panting, his hot breath touching my face. And his face full of sweat. But all that didn’t matter. What mattered most was that he was finally touching me again. And at his own will.
“You okay?” he asked.
He saved me. Again. When the clown had a fucking machete in his hand. He jumped in and saved me without caring what would happen to him at all even if it meant risking his own life. Even if it meant dying for someone whom he thought didn’t love him. I embraced him in my arms and pushed my mouth into his. It was him I needed. It was him. No one else.
Ethan seized my mouth like it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. His mouth came swallowing mine, kissing me back. His tongue intruded passionately and without patience, like it had been dying to explore the inner of my mouth for a very long time. I held onto him and never allowed our lips to part. I feared if I did, he would stop and go away again. I didn’t want that.
The kiss wasn’t the same as kissing a girl. Ethan was rough and hot. I could feel every bit of his fiery breath that burned. That stung. But I didn’t mind it. In fact, I liked it. The way his mouth smelled, the way his saliva tasted. It was sweaty, sure, but sweet. He pushed us apart. To look at me as if he needed to check if I was okay. I pulled him back by the neck and continued to kiss him.
I was an amateur, but Ethan knew what he was doing. Like he had been practicing all along on a mirror just to do it with me. His tongue followed and felt my every tooth. He tasted every side of my mouth and tongue, leaving nothing left unexplored. I tried to follow back, mimicking whatever he did. I wanted to repay him. That was what I’d always wanted. To get back to him. Him saving me, not once but twice. And now this. This pleasurable taste that I’d never experienced before. It was only fair to him if I could give him back the same.
Finally, we pulled away from each other and stared into one another’s eyes. I’d never seen Ethan this way before. He was suddenly so beautiful, so hot, and cute, and pretty too—nothing made sense to me anymore. I was suddenly attracted to him like fuck. I suddenly wanted to feel his everything. His neck. His chest. His abs. His cock. I was touching his cock before I realized it.
A little moan escaped his throat. He stopped me, holding the wrist of my hand touching his crotch, his eyes asking me if I was sure.
My pleading eyes answered him.
Ethan and I flew home, and in no time, we were back in his room. He locked the door behind us the
moment we entered and shoved me onto the bed. He got on top of me. He removed his mask and then he removed mine. He threw them off the bed.
He said nothing. We communicated only through our eyes. I stared at him and he stared back at me. There was this magnetic force between us that I suddenly felt. Before I realized what I was doing, my mouth was already sucked into his, urging him to kiss me. Ethan got it. His mouth reached down to eat me. To eat my mouth again.
As he did, his hands were on my shirt, removing it impatiently. After he got my shirt away, he began working on his cape and shirt. He growled, in a sexy, rough voice as he threw his shirt and the blanket off the bed. When he wanted to throw the cape away too, to leave the bed empty so that it was just both of us on the bed, I grabbed the cape. I didn’t want him to treat the cape badly. He knew what I wanted.
He unbuckled my pants next and yanked them straight down, unleashing my fully erected cock. He released his next and threw both of our pants to the ground. That was when he put the cape back on around his neck. He stopped as he got on top of me again. It was warm. His cape covered both our bodies. His eyes seemed to ask me again if I was sure.
My eyes gave him the same answer. A moan escaped my throat this time as my cock throbbed at the idea.
He turned me over, as rough as a beast, but I didn’t care. My cock was smashed in between the bed and me. Ethan didn’t stop. My anus suddenly felt cold at the touch of his suddenly wet finger. I was sure it wasn’t lube. Was it his precum? And then the cape was suddenly gone and he spat right into my butthole before the cape covered us again. He was using his saliva, I realized.
He tried to push his cock into me then. He failed. It wasn’t lubricated enough. He grunted and lay on me. He stabbed his fingers into my mouth, collecting as much saliva as he could. His hand tasted salty, but I loved it. He put his fingers into my anus once more, only with more saliva this time—my saliva.
I moaned, both at the pain and the pleasure. I never knew fingering could have such feelings. What if Ethan had put his cock in—
“Ah!” I moaned again, only loudly this time. Fuck. Ethan was in. And my entire being felt nothing but tingles. Tingling in extreme pleasure. I shivered. Ethan’s cock was so warm, so comfortably in. Inside me. I immediately felt like I was complete, as if I had always been incomplete. Like my ass was designed just for him. My cock throbbed. “Ah!” I moaned again when he moved a little. Fuck. Ethan’s hand quickly covered my mouth.
And then his jaw came down to bite my neck. Immediately and without a warning, he thrust once. “Argh!” I growled through his hand grabbing my mouth. Fuck! My cock leaked. I could feel his nipples and abs grinding against my back. Without warning again, he thrust. This time, I could also feel his thighs. His entire body trying to merge with mine.
He growled like a monster. And then he did it again and again. And again, I felt both immense pain and pleasure at the same time. But I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more. I put a hand behind me and pulled Ethan closer, wanting more.
Again, he understood the gesture and increased speed. He began thrusting me rapidly. I moaned, growled, moaned, and growled at every thrust, feeling every bit of feelings and emotions he had. He pulled my thighs up suddenly and got on top of my back, both of us like dogs. He continued ramming me and biting me on the neck.
I was eaten. By Ethan.
Ethan thrust me harder and quicker. It didn’t take us any longer.
“Argh!” Ethan moaned out loud as he did one final thrust into me. He came, a burst of warmness filled my entire fucked ass. And the moment he did, a jolt of spasm ran over my body in every direction. I came and came and came, so much that my cock was squirting everywhere on the bed including the headboard. I lost strength immediately and fell, lying on the bed and my own cum.
Ethan was the same too, lying on top of me. His cum leaked out of my ass even without his cock yet removed from me. He must have came as much as I did. It was my first time cumming this much and this intense.
We were full of sweat. Both of us panting heavily. Ethan didn’t want to move. And I didn’t feel like moving either. I was already in heaven. We were both done. It was past midnight already anyway. Together like this, without a single word, we slept, with Ethan still inside me.
I woke up to the sight of my very best friend. Although it happened many times before when I was having sleepovers at his place, this time it was different. For five years, we did many things together but none was anything like this, waking up to him naked and in his arms, spooned. I nestled in his arms even more, feeling the warmth and comfort, and closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to wake up. I could live the rest of my life like this. On this bed. With him.
My phone vibrated. At first, I didn’t care. But it vibrated non-stop. The person calling didn’t want to give up even after I had let it go for three missed calls. I leaned up a bit to look around for my pants where my phone would be. I was afraid that it would wake Ethan if I didn’t do something.
I moved but Ethan stopped me immediately, locking me in place. I realized his black cape wasn’t around him anymore. Instead, a blanket was covering us. Ethan must have put it over us in the middle of the night so that we wouldn’t catch a cold.
“Don’t leave, Liam,” he said. His eyes were still closed as though he was still sleeping, but at the same time, as if he knew that I was going to leave him. It reminded me of his nightmares.
I smiled and kissed him on the mouth once. “I’m not, Eth. Just wanna see who is calling.” I tried to move again.
Again, he stopped me. “No. Please.”
I chuckled. “What’s wrong with you?”
He finally opened his eyes. He caressed my face with his thumb. “What if you leave me again?”
I rolled over, so that my mouth was directly in front of his face. “Listen carefully, Eth. I. Won’t. Leave. You. You’ve already seeded me. I’m yours.”
Ethan laughed. “Good boy,” he said and reached his mouth over to kiss me.
My phone hadn’t stopped vibrating. It spoiled our first kiss of the morning.
Ethan pulled away. “Okay, maybe you should get it. Maybe it’s an emergency,” he said and finally let me go.
I got off the bed and grabbed my pants. I sat on the bed and tried to read who was calling.
The call finally stopped. There were at least ten missed calls from Joanna and a few text messages from her. I didn’t want to deal with her right now. Instead of reading her texts, I went to settings and turned the vibration off. I made sure the phone was still on silent mode before I put the phone away on the night table.
“You sure?” Ethan asked me when I got back into bed.
I turned around to face him. Being with a guy in bed, sexually, wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was painful, sure, but the pleasure was worth it. Besides, there was no one else that made me feel this safe and secured both physically and mentally besides him. Not even Joanna, especially after I’d seen her true face. She would rather save the fucking blue plushy than me. What a bitch.
“Are you doubting me, Eth?” I said. “Do you want me to say it again. You’ve seeded m—”
Ethan covered my mouth quickly. He shook his head, laughing. “Okay, okay. I get it. Shall we get prepared for school?”
“Yes,” I said. As much as I wanted to stay longer in bed, Ethan had… “You’ve missed too many classes. You’re gonna have participation marks deducted without a legit reason.”
Ethan groaned. “Always complaining.” He got up and went into the bathroom.
I just noticed his meds on the table. He hadn’t finish them yet. “Hey, you didn’t take your meds, Eth?” I followed him into the shower.
“Only the painkillers left,” Ethan said, turning on the water. The shower head started to rain us with warm water. “I’m fine now, Liam. I even fucked you good last night.” He pulled me to his front and hugged me from the back.
He put his morning wood under my butthole, grinding. Like he was going to
put his cock into my ass again.
I moaned.
“Look at you,” Ethan said in my ear and laughed.
“Fuck you, Eth,” I said.
“Fucked you,” he corrected. Fuck.
We laughed and enjoyed the shower. We helped each other, applying shampoo and foam for one another, scratching and rubbing. When we were done, we didn’t get out yet. We stayed in the shower, hugging and enjoying the heat.
“What should I call you?” I asked. “I’m new to this. What do men call their partners?”
“Partners?” He cocked his head a little. “So fast? Are we skipping the boyfriend stage?”
I pushed his head. He was definitely teasing me.
Ethan laughed. It had been a while since I’d seen him laughing like that. “Just kidding. You can call me whatever you like,” he said. “Babe.”
I sniggered. “Whatever my ass.” I hit my head against his.
We got out only when our palms began to wrinkle a lot like old men. Otherwise, we would have gone on nuzzling each other for hours. I helped Ethan clean his—our—room after that. I was going to move back and into his place. I wasn’t afraid if people were going to say things. I felt proud to have chosen him. He was my hero.
Ethan was organizing his wardrobe for me, knowing that I didn’t like a mess. He took out every piece of clothing he owned but stopped there. He sat on the bed, scratching his head as he stared into the wardrobe.
“Hey, don’t sweat it, babe,” I said, putting the blanket, bed sheet and pillow sheets into a big transparent bag. All these had our cum on them. They were definitely going to the laundromat. “I can put mine in my bags.” I assumed he was worried about having not enough space for both of our clothing.
“No, that’s not it, babe,” Ethan said. Hearing him calling me that felt a little weird. But it was okay. I would get used to it. “I’m thinking where to put mine and where to put yours. Do you prefer left or do you prefer right? Do you need more drawers? There are three there. I can make two for you.”
A Monster's Love Page 20