“Nothing would make me happier. Where?”
“There’s a Holiday Inn down off route eight.” I knew where he was talking about. A bunch of us rented a room there after prom and trashed the place. It wasn’t a five-star hotel by any stretch of the imagination, but it was clean and close.
And we could be alone. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay, room 104.” We hung up and I drove as fast as I could, without risking getting pulled over.
When I saw Dylan’s car in the lot, I felt like all was right with the world. Before I could even knock on the door, he opened it, looking hotter than ever. He’d definitely been working out and my fingers itched to move over his new muscles.
He reached out, bunched my shirt in his hand, and pulled me into the room. The door slammed behind us and he pushed me up against it. “God, I fucking missed these lips,” he cursed in between hard kisses.
His hair had grown longer too, curling at the nape of his neck, and falling into his eyes. I tugged on the ends, pulling his head back and attacking his neck. “They missed you, too.”
Dylan shoved his hands into my back pockets, kneading and squeezing my ass. “Too many clothes.” He groaned as I kissed from his neck, up to his ear.
Our fingers worked more steadily than I would have expected. Shirts were shed, falling to the floor in a graceful toss. We toed off our shoes, kicking them to the side in a loud thud. I pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the bed.
Running my hands over his taut skin, I groaned, “You’re fucking hot.” He smirked and titled his head away from me, suddenly shy at the compliment. “I like these,” I added, squeezing his defined biceps. “And these.” My palms rubbed against his rock-hard pecs. The roughness of his chest hair sent jolts of pleasure through my body, stopping behind the zipper of my jeans. Circling his flat nipples with my thumbs, his head lolled back as he grumbled my name.
Moving lower, I lightly traced just my fingertips over his six-pack abs and deeply cut V on his waist. He shuddered and my fingers followed the stripe of hair that cut a path down the middle of his flat stomach, descending into his waistband.
Pulling his mouth to mine, I kissed each corner, licked across the fullness of his lower lip, before plunging my tongue deep inside. We feasted on that kiss, devoured one another, breathed in the passion that came to life when we were together.
I worked at the buttons of his pants, stopping to massage my palm over his erection, which pulled tightly against the fabric. My mouth watered knowing I would taste him in mere seconds. His pants and boxers fell to the floor and his cock was hard, hot, and heavy in my hand.
“So perfect, Dylan. Everything about you is so damned perfect.” I stroked the base of his cock as I kissed him deeply, pulling his tongue into my mouth in the same way I intended to pull his cock into my throat.
Falling to my knees in front of him, I looked up, his dick jutting out to my lips. When I licked his length with just the tip of my tongue, his hand went to my hair; his short fingernails scraped against my scalp.
His knees buckled as his head passed my lips. I swirled my tongue over his wide crown and lost the tether on my control, pulling him deep in my mouth without any warning. “Oh, my God…Shane…your mouth…so hot…it’s so good.” He guided my head back and forth, fucking my mouth at a feverish pace.
After pulling away, I shoved him back so that he fell to the mattress. “I have other plans,” I said as I stepped out of the rest of my clothes. Dylan moved so that he was fully stretched out and I straddled his hips, rubbing our cocks together in the process. I reached between us and grabbed both of our dicks in one hand, my fingers nowhere near fitting around them.
He sat up as I leaned back on my calves. Somehow, we worked ourselves into a position where our legs were laced together, wrapped around each other, leaving enough room in between us to still touch one another.
His dick was still wet from minutes ago and he spit into his hand before rubbing it over my length. Without an inch of space between us, he fucked my mouth with his tongue as we both jerked each other. It was fiercely intimate and just so perfect.
I could only think of one thing more perfect. As if he could read my mind, he groaned, “Take me,” between heated kisses and rough strokes.
He twisted to the side table, reaching for the bottle of lube he put there. I held out my hand and he squirted some into my palm. Our eyes stayed locked in a heated stare of passion as I kissed him once more.
“Roll over,” grounding out my words, my need for him was bordering on the edge of insanity.
He laid on his stomach, stretched his hands above his head – completely and totally at my mercy. I moved between his legs, spreading them with my knees. Kneading and pulling at his ass, I separated the taut muscles to expose his hole. I stroked my finger lazily over the tight opening. “I can’t wait to bury myself in here. Feel how hot you are.” My hand was still slick from the lube as I sank my finger into him slowly. A passion-filled breath hissed past his lips as I pressed my chest up against his back, settling my weight on him. “How’s that?” I asked as I worked another finger in.
“So good. So fucking good.” He pushed back against my hand, meeting me thrust for thrust and my dick swelled against his ass with need. I slid down his body, kissing and biting at his back as I moved my mouth to his ass. I bit each cheek before snaking my tongue in the crevasse.
His hips jerked when I dipped my tongue into his asshole, licking and teasing him to a point of frenzied need. “Shane…” he called out, pushing his ass into my face.
We rolled to our sides, his back to my front. I coated myself once more with the lube. Knowing it had been a while since we’d last been together, I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt him. He curled his knees up to his stomach and I rocked my dick against him, probing at him, needing him.
Pushing forward, I cursed as I passed the tight ring of muscle. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and he pushed himself back onto me as I sank further into him. “Dylan,” I growled, my balls slapping against his firm ass.
I reached around and stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. He covered my hand with his and moved us back and forth over his hot length as I worked my dick deep inside of him. The cheap bedspread chaffed against my thigh as I moved, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was us.
Moving faster, harder, more erratically, I needed to get as deep inside of him as possible – needed it as much as the oxygen filling my lungs. “Ahhh…Shane…” His hand tightened over mine and I felt him come over our joined fingers. My own orgasm tore through me like a raging thunderstorm on a humid summer day. Waves of pleasure shot down my spine, pulled my balls tight, and poured out of me on one final, hard push.
Shifting my right arm from holding up my head, I wrapped it around his chest, pulling him closer to me. I breathed heavily into his neck, kissing him as my erection softened.
“Stay the night?” he breathed softly. It was more of a question than a statement. The last thing I wanted to do was leave, so I didn’t.
“Of course. But you’re going to have to clean me up first.” I laughed against his neck and he rolled over, facing me. He ran his fingers through my hair, cupping my jaw and pulling my mouth to his.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”
Shane’s face was relaxed and almost contented as he slept. His full lips were parted slightly and his breathing was calm and rhythmic. But even when he was like this, I saw the dark circles under his eyes, telling me that sleep didn’t usually come this easily to him. I wanted nothing more than for him to open up to me, but he had to do it on his own. He had to tell me what he was feeling; I wasn’t going to drag it out of him.
I knew enough to see that things were clearly not good with his father, but there’s only so many times you can tell someone to leave or to stand up for themselves before it gets old. Besides, I think he had stood up to his father; it just hadn’t done any good. The feelings of helple
ssness that often pervaded my consciousness when I thought about Shane and what had become of him returned in full force.
He moved at my side, stretching his arms above his head, letting out a loud yawn-turned-groan noise that had me laughing. “Morning.” I smiled at him and he returned the favor.
He turned back to face me, dropping his hand to my bare waist. He popped a quick kiss to my forehead, the sweet gesture warming me from the inside out. “I could get used to waking up next to you.”
Knowing full well that waking up with Shane in my arms wouldn’t be likely to happen any time soon, soured my mood. “Don’t say things like that, especially when you don’t mean them.” Snapping at him hadn’t been my intention, but it happened anyway.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” His lips pulled up as he smiled and laughed at me. I rolled out of bed and dug my boxers out from the pile of clothes on the floor. Shane sat up against the creaky headboard, the thin sheet draped across his lap.
I walked over to the small bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. The door was still opened a crack and I could see Shane on the bed through the mirror. His legs were bent at the knees, his forearms draped across them, his head hung low. He worked his hands over his head, pulling on the ends of his hair in frustration.
We’d shared a perfect night together and I’d ruined it in one stupid sentence. After rinsing my mouth, I sat on the bed next to him. “I’m sorry. It’s just−”
“I want to leave.” He cut me off and it felt like the world stopped spinning for a minute.
Something in his tone was different, more resolved. “Wait, what?”
He ran his hands through his hair once more, before his eyes met my confused stare. “I’m going to leave. I have to.” He dropped his legs and I sat right next to him, locking our fingers together.
“And I’ll help you. You know that, right? My mom knows about us.” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “It’s okay. She’s known for a while. She doesn’t know about your dad or anything like that, but I’m sure if we talk to her, she could help us figure things out.”
A small flicker of hope washed away the fear that was just there. “I think…I’d like that.” His shoulders slumped, finally giving way to the tremendous weight he’d been carrying all these years.
“Will you talk to me about it though?” As I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, he dropped his head to mine.
With a deep shuddery inhale, I could tell he had a lot to say. “I…I don’t know where to begin. There’s so much to tell you. I’ve been…”
His words were cut short by a loud banging on the motel door. My heart jumped in my chest. No one knew we were here and I paid the bill up front and in cash so there was no reason the front desk would be coming after us.
I looked at Shane, his face white as a ghost, the fear returning full force. “It’s okay. I’ll get it. It’s nothing I’m sure.” Even though I wanted nothing more than to calm him down, I knew that was the last thing that was going to happen.
When I was inches from the door, the banging stopped, and a woman’s voice began yelling. “I know you’re in there, Shane. I see your car. You could at least have the decency to break up with me before you go crawling in bed with whatever whore you have in there!”
Spinning around, all I saw was Shane stumbling to his feet, trying to find his boxers. Incapable of speech, I just pointed at the door, a devastated and extremely hurt look on my face.
“I can explain,” he whispered as he hopped into his shorts. “Please, just let me…” The banging started again as did the yelling.
“Open the goddamn door!” She, whoever the hell she was, screamed, drawing plenty of attention to herself.
Anger burned deep inside. He betrayed me in the worst way possible. Denying his own sexuality was one thing, but taking away what we had, denying what we were, was another thing entirely. Anger turned to rage. I reached for the knob, twisted it, and sneered at Shane. “No. Why don’t we let her explain? Who is she anyway?”
“No, please. Just…” It was too late to finish his sentence. An icy blast of the fall air blew in as I opened the door.
She stood there in the doorway, mouth agape and silent for a moment. “You?” She lifted a wobbling accusatory finger at Shane who stood there, shocked. “And him?” She waved her hand back and forth between the two of us, disgust clearly written on her face.
Before anyone could utter another word, she whipped out her phone, snapped a few pictures, and stared Shane down. “You’ll pay for this, you asshole.”
Then she was gone. It was just the two of us and I wanted no part of being anywhere near him. Shane stood there, motionless. I was vibrating with anger. It bubbled up until I could no longer contain it.
“You’re pathetic!” I stepped in front of him, merely inches away. “I don’t even know what the fuck to say. You have a girlfriend? A fucking girlfriend!” I cursed. My hands were fisted so tightly my knuckles actually cracked with the pressure.
“It’s not what you think.” Shane’s voice trembled, but I’d had enough.
“No?” I scoffed sarcastically, scanning the room for the rest of my clothes. “Because let me tell you what I think. I think you’re weak.” I poked a finger at his chest, striding past him to where my shirt was tossed across the back of the chair.
“I’m not weak.” He kept his voice low as he followed me. Grabbing my shoulder, he tried to turn me around, but I brushed him off.
“Leave me the fuck alone.” I pulled my shirt on and stepped into my jeans before falling down onto the small armchair to the side of the door. With my elbows leaning on my thighs, I held my head in my hands.
He knelt in front of me, worked his way in between my legs, and pulled my face to meet his. “I’m sor−”
I pushed him back; he fell on his ass. I didn’t care. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re sorry. I don’t give a shit.” Flying around the room in a fit of rage, I grabbed my wallet. Sliding my sneakers on without even bothering to tie them, I found my keys and rushed to the door.
“I trusted you,” I seethed as I stopped at the door, looking back at him sprawled out on the floor. “And you fucked it all up. Just like you fuck up everything.” Slamming the door with such force caused the frame of the shitty motel to shake.
I got in my car and sped away, the tires screeching and leaving angry black marks on the pavement.
“Aren’t you supposed to be home?” John’s voice was groggy. I’d obviously woken him up. It was barely ten in the morning and he was not a morning person. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah and now I’m here,” I snapped.
He threw his feet over the side of his bed and took a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge hidden under his bed. “Trouble in paradise?” He drank half of the bottle in one sip as he looked at me over the raised bottle.
“I don’t want to get into it.” I kicked off my shoes, pulled out my phone to call my mom to tell her I wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving. Even though we didn’t have classes, I’d rather spend the week alone in my dorm than go back home and deal with Shane.
“Too bad.” His voice was calm and in control, but it had an air of compassion to it. “I want to hear about it. So spill it. What happened? You’ve been looking forward to this weekend since you last saw Shane a month ago.”
I stared at him. The hour-and-a-half car ride had done nothing to help me calm down. Shane must have called my phone a dozen times, probably more, but after twenty minutes, I shut the thing off. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I couldn’t, actually. Because I knew if I did, if I listened to one single voicemail that I would have cracked under the pressure. I would have turned the car back around and driven to save him from the shithole that was his life because the one thing I realized on the way back to school was plain as day.
I didn’t hate him one bit.
I loved him.
With everything that I had and everything that I ever would be.
But I
was too proud and too damn hurt to admit that right now, especially to Shane.
So I actively chose to stay pissed off at him. Not to take my words back. I’d thought him anything but weak through the years. In fact, I was astounded at how strong he was, sticking up for his mom and for Reid more times than I knew I would have been capable of.
I was being an ass and I was fully aware of it, but no one had ever hurt me the way he did. Did he have a reasonable explanation? Who the hell knew? But right then, I didn’t care to hear it. So as I called my mom, gave her some lame-ass excuse about failing a paper and needing to re-write it before I failed the course, I ignored all of Shane’s texts and calls.
“Hey, you in there somewhere?” John tossed his empty water bottle at me after I hung up with my mom.
I launched it back at him and sat there in my world of angered self-pity.
He shook his head and laughed at me before pulling his desk chair up to mine. “This one time−”
“I swear to god, if you finish that sentence with ‘at band camp’ I’m gonna lose my shit.” A small smile that I desperately tried to suppress broke out.
John lightly punched my arm, but since he was the same size as the Jolly Green Giant, it fucking hurt. His eyes danced with humor as I rubbed over what was sure to be a bruise. “Shut up, asshole, and listen to me. What I was going to say was that Elise once broke up with me.”
Tilting my head to the side in misunderstanding, I probably looked like a dog who had just been asked if he wanted to go for a car ride. John and Elise were a modern marvel – at twenty, they seemed like they had the whole world laid out ahead of them.
“Don’t look so shocked.” He stood from his chair and turned it around so that he could lean over the back. I had to chuckle a little because he kind of looked like The Hulk sitting in a chair that was part of a doll’s house. “It was at the beginning of last year. I was at a party and since I’d been training pretty hard all summer, the alcohol hit me real hard. Half-passed-out on a couch at a frat house, some girl sat on my lap, started practically screwing me right there. I was so drunk it took me a minute or two to even realize what the hell was going on, but Elise walked in just as the chick started lifting her shirt, just as I started to come to.”
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