Chapter 22

I was on top of him when Miles came back. On top of him, and drowning in complete bliss as well as sporting a tiny bit of an erection which may have grown to full if Miles hadn’t so rudely interrupted us.

“Hey! No gay kissing on my bed!” from the corner of my eye I saw him coming toward us, waving his fist in the air. I pushed off of Tom quickly, afraid I was going to get pounded if I didn’t, and received a needy whine as our lips detached.

“Wow, Mr. Curtis, talk about begging sounds.” Miles had a funny grin on his face.

Tom sat up, propped up on his elbows, glaring. “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel old.” He grumbled.

“But you’re my teacher!” Miles gasped, and then smiled all mischievously and pounced next to him on the bed. “Oh well. I’d love to call you Tom.” Creepy smile. But I know Miles is just messing around.

“Right.” Tom nodded carefully. “So what’s with your mom?” He asked.

“She came home, washed like three dishes, we chatted about the squishiness of sponges, and now she’s in bed. So…!” his voice fell to a whisper. “It’s time for a silent party!” He jumped back off the bed and landed on his toes to avoid making any noise.

“How about sleep?” Tom suggested, laying back and shutting his eyes. I grinned a little, suddenly feeling a bit tired myself. Or maybe I just wanted to snuggle him. He looks so cute sometimes that I forget he’s old.

“You guys suck!” Miles started climbing back on the bed again, this time right over Tom, who lifted a knee and shoved him away. “Hey! This is my bed you know!” Miles snapped in a whisper.

“Sorry.” Tom mumbled, not opening his eyes. “Thought you were Fox.”

“Hey!” I scoffed, pouting at him even though he couldn’t see it.

“Fox, me and you can party, right?” Miles looked at me hopefully.

“Actually, I’m kind of…”

“No!” He cut me off. “We’re partying! I haven’t seen you in like… a week! We must party!” He grabbed my wrist and started lightly tugging me toward the couch and the Playstation.

“Um.” Was all I said before I was yanked over and shoved onto the couch.

“Let’s play Spyro!” Miles said all happily.

“Spyro is a one-player game.” I reminded him.

“Oh. Right. Then Frogger!” He held up the game box and I rolled my eyes.

“You’ve never had any good games.” I sighed, slumping down in my seat.

“First of all, NEVER insult Frogger. Or Spyro. Second, I bet you’re just bored of everything else because you’ve been introduced to the world of sex and have become a greedy little whore, and now all you can ever do is sex!”

“What?” I imagined Tom grinning behind us on the bed.

“Don’t worry though. I can adjust to your needs.” A second later, Miles had pounced on me. I panicked before realizing that all he was doing was tickling me, in which case I panicked even more.

“You idiots.” Tom said loudly. “We’re supposed to be quiet.”

“Boring one is right.” Miles nodded, and Tom grunted in either agreement or annoyance toward the nickname. Most likely the latter.

“Hey Fox?” Miles said suddenly, still on top of me.

“Hm?”

“I’m getting kind of tired.” He gave a little nod and then slid off to me, onto the floor where he began crawling over to the bed. I got up as well and followed.

Miles crawled in right next to Tom, moving somewhat close to him to save me some room. But I didn’t want to be on that side, I wanted to be where Miles was. Right next to Tom so he couldn’t run off and have secret phone sex with Henry. Or so I could molest him.

“Hey, Miles?” I whispered. “Could you scoot over?”

Miles nodded and scooted closer to Tom until they were touching. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed and he scooted away a little.

“No, the other way.” I rolled my eyes, wondering if he was just being difficult rather than a complete moron. Probably.

“Why?” He mumbled.

“Because…” I licked my lips, feeling weird saying it. “I want to be by Tom.” I whispered, hoping that maybe somehow, Tom wouldn’t hear. But I caught him trying to squeeze back a smile.

Miles grunted.

“So can you?” I urged him.

Miles opened his eyes and looked up at me with a lazy smile. “Nope.” He said. “Turn off the light, though. Would you, sweetheart.” And then he stuffed his face in the pillow. I scoffed and grabbed him by his wrists, yanking him to the end of the bed and then quickly crawling between them.

I settled in with my face near Tom’s neck, but not touching him at all. I didn’t want to bother him.

“You still didn’t turn off the light.” Miles’ annoying voice. I stopped paying attention when Tom rolled over so his back was to me, and then grabbed my arm to pull it over his side. I smirked a little and scooted closer to him, holding him against me like he usually does to me.

“Fucking saps.” I heard Miles mumble, followed my footsteps. There was a pause, and then the lights went off. “Don’t even look that cute.” He grumbled and then I felt him crawl into the bed.

I chuckled silently. How many other straight guys would happily sleep in the same bed with two gay ones?

I love Miles.

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“Don’t touch my shit anymore!” Was the pleasant sound I awoke to.

“Well then don’t touch mine either!” Another voice.

“You’re the one who invited us to stay here!” More fighting.

“Well maybe I should kick you out!” Yelling.

“Well maybe-,”

“Shut the fuck up!” I through a pillow in a random direction, hoping to hit one of them. It was quiet for a few moments, a few, sweet moments.

“Stop that!” Tom’s loud, roaring voice.

“Shut up or no more sex for you!” I shouted.

“What about-“ Miles.

“You too!” And then I rolled over, and went back to sleep. I don’t know what time it was when all of this went down, but at least they finally shut up.

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“Fox.” Miles and I were sitting on the couch, Tom was in the bathroom. “I hate your boyfriend.” He moaned.

“Why?” I asked, a tiny bit amused.

“He kicked me and yelled at me! Like he was my dad or something! All I did was try to play with his gun!”

“How horrible.” I sighed, just to humor him. Really, I wouldn’t want Miles touching my gun either, or anything else moderately dangerous.

“You really should go see Melvin today.” He’d suddenly made everything serious. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate serious? “I mean, you’re not going to be here that long, are you?”

“Do I have to?” I groaned a little.

“You don’t have to.” Miles sounded disappointed in me. I hate when he sounds like that. It makes me feel like he’s my mom or something. “But it would be nice if you did.” I hate when he says that too. When Miles says ‘it would be nice if you did’, he really means: ‘you’re an asshole if you don’t.’

I don’t know if it’s such a good idea, though. I mean, wouldn’t going to see him get his over reactive little hopes up like it did before? And then I’d have to tell him I’m leaving again, which I am, undoubtedly, and he’d start crying. His stupid fragile emotions would burst all over me and he’d probably beg me to stay. Really, isn’t it better for everyone if he thinks I’m dead?

Then again, maybe he’s already planning suicide and they only thing that could stop him is knowing I’m alive or something. Like one of those stupid romantic novels, too bad there’s nothing romantic between Mel and I.

“I don’t know.” Miles shook his head. “Maybe he’s better for you?” He sighed, “Speaking as a sane person here, Tom is… well, he seems okay. But he’s dangerous, right? His kind of work is dangerous. You could get hurt or arrested or something.”

I stayed silent.

“I just don’t see why you should go after him when you have someone here, you know? It’s not just Mel, me too; and Terry even. My mom is worried about you…”

I don’t need this from Miles. I really don’t.

“…Just… think about this before you leave again, okay? Assuming you were planning to.”

I didn’t nod or anything, and luckily I didn’t have to because Tom came back into the room.

“You’re all out of toilet paper.” Was all he said. Miles looked back, nodded, and got up, walking past Tom without a word.

It was silent between Tom and I for a few moments, before he finally spoke up.

“He’s right, you know.” He began, speaking very slowly. Almost as if he wasn’t so sure about what he was saying. “Things with me have already gotten a bit extreme, and they’re probably going to get worse.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked.

“Yes and No.” Tom shrugged. “I do, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can handle myself,” I said, nodding. “I really want to go with you.”

“Okay.” Tom shrugged, smiling just a little bit.

“My Mom called.” Miles said as he came back into the room. “She’s going out again so she won’t be back until late. In other words, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.”

“Fox and I will probably be leaving before she gets back,” Tom said idly. “Once we pick up some money.”

Miles looked at me with that disappointed look again, and my heart sunk in guilt. God damn it! Why did they have to do this to me? It’s not exactly easy to choose between your boyfriend and your best friend, and neither of them are making it any easier.

“Fine.” Miles sighed. “Fox. We’re going to Mel’s. Right now.”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Tom echoed.

“Come on.” Miles ordered. I started to get up from my seat and Tom looked at me in question. I just shrugged a little and passed him following Miles out of the room. Why does it feel like I’ve betrayed both of them in the same moment?

“Miles,” I said. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“The least you could do is say good-bye.”

I wanted to growl and ask him why he was pretending to be my mother, but instead I just nodded. I suppose it was the least I could do for the weird-assed overly affectionate little freak.

Miles drove me to Mel’s house. I don’t know where he got the car, I’d never seen it before, but that wasn’t really one of my main concerns. My main concern was what the hell I was going to say to Mel when I saw him.

“Okay, look.” Miles said. “I get that you’re… in love with him. I understand I just…”

“Okay, wait.” I cut him off. “I am absolutely not in love with Tom, okay? I just… I want to do this. I mean, I don’t have a chance in the real world like you do. My parents hate me, my grades are crap, and it’s likely that some people already know I’m a criminal… I want this, okay? It’s not just about Tom… I really want to go.”

Miles sighed. “Okay.” The car slowed to a stop and I realized we were in front of Mel’s house. “You’re still going to break his heart.” He mumbled.

I sighed. “What am I supposed to do? I barely even know him and he thinks he loves me.”

“Whatever.” Miles shrugged. “I’ll wait out here. You take your time. In fact, I want you to spend at least a half-hour in there. Okay?”

“Fine.” I grunted and opened the car door, slamming it shut behind me. Why can’t Miles always act like the crazy weirdo he usually does?

I stepped up to the door, glanced back at Miles, who was watching me intently, and then knocked.

I waited a few moments, and there was no answer. So I knocked again. This time the door opened immediately.

“Yes?” Mel said before he saw me, and when he did, I think his legs went limp. Judging by the way he fell against the doorframe. I wanted to roll my eyes, I really did. This was just too much.

“Fox.” My name came out as a gasp.

“Hi, Mel.” I said. “Can I come in?”

He nodded quickly and stepped out of the way, letting me pass. Well, at least he didn’t jump on me or anything. That was a start. The house was exactly how I’d remembered it. Down to the last piece of pealed wall-paper.

“What happened to you?” Mel’s voice came from behind me. “I heard you were kidnapped… I was worried.” I could tell he was trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. Or at least most of it.

“I didn’t get kidnapped.” I sighed. “I left. And I’m leaving again.” Maybe that was a little to blunt.

Mel’s voice fell. “Why?” The sound was tiny, but I heard it. Even though I wish I hadn’t.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I just can’t stay here anymore. Not after I’ve seen more…”

There was a long pause. “So…” Mel said, in a surprisingly normal voice. “You and Curtis…” pause. “…are you together, then?”

Fuck, how did he know?

“Miles said something about you liking him… and then you disappeared together. I thought you were either kidnapped or… in love with him.”

What the hell! Why does everyone keep pulling the love card? I am not in love with Tom, I never will be in love with Tom! Well… maybe some day when we’re really old or something. But can’t I just like him and still go with him? Is that a crime?

“Do you remember what I said at the party?” He asked, after a long pause that consisted of him looking at me and me staring at the floor. When did I become the shy one?

I wanted to say no, but I had a feeling that even if I did he’d tell me again anyway. So I nodded.

“Oh.” He nodded back. “I thought so.”

“Look, Mel,” I moved toward him slightly. “I like you, you know? But I guess more as just a friend than a boyfriend. Even though I’m leaving again so we can’t really hang out or anything...” I feel stupid.

Mel shrugged. “Why can’t you stay here? You could live with me even, Toni wouldn’t mind. You don’t have to be my boyfriend just please don’t leave.”

“I want to.”

“But I don’t want you to.” He looked down. “I don’t mean to sound like a brat that always gets his way, but… this always happens to me! Great things happen, like you, like my dad moving out, like I actually have a chance to do something. And then something always happens to mess it up more than it was before.” I think he was about to cry. “I feel like I made you leave.” And there goes the first sniffle. Someone please help me!

“You didn’t make me leave.” I insisted. “My parents made me leave, Dwayne made me leave, the school made me leave. You didn’t have anything to do with it. Trust me. All you ever really did was cure my asexual tendencies.” I shrugged, and tried to smile a little, hoping maybe he would calm down.

“So that’s it, then?” He didn’t seem calmed. “If it hadn’t been for me you never would have gone after that man? Can’t you see how wrong he is? I guess I understand it from your side. But is he returning this attraction? That’s terrible. It’s disgusting…”

“Really? Is it?” Now I was a little pissed. “Or are you just trying to make me believe that so I won’t go with him?”

He said nothing.

“Look, I get that you think you’re in love with me or whatever. But really, this is over the top. We just met only a little over a week ago and you’re clinging to me like we’ve been best friends forever. I want to go. I am going. And you can’t say anything to stop me.”

Now he was full out crying, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Really, it’s gone too far on his part.

“Fine.” He spat.

“Fine.” I turned around to leave.

“Wait!” He sounded desperate, and a tinge of guilt made me turn back to him. “Can you just stay for a little while?”

“Yeah.” I guess I could, now that that’s out of the way.

“Okay.” He wiped his eyes. “Sorry.”

I don’t know what he was apologizing for, so I just nodded.

“Should we go up to my room?” He asked., shyly, as if he was in someone else’s home.

“Sure.” I shrugged. He turned and I followed. It was annoying how awkward things were, but I guess I can’t complain given the state of things. At least he stopped crying.

I followed him in silence, up the stares, up to his room, and to his bed where we both sat down. His face was still red, and it looked as thought he wasn’t finished crying, but trying harder than anything to hold back tears. Man I hate crying. Aren’t girls the ones that are supposed to cry? I thought being gay meant I didn’t have to go through this kind of stuff.

“Will you fuck me?” He was mumbling, but I heard it. Like hell I fucking heard it. God damn it, why did I have to hear it? Why did he have to say it?

“Please.” Mel put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. Not as a sexual gesture, more like desperation. “It’s almost Christmas, my dad’s coming. He’s going to…” He shut his eyes tightly. “I need to be able to think about something else. About you.” He moved closer to me, our thighs touching, he was almost on top of me. “I love you.” He said, and his face was so close to mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, staring at me with his blue eyes, surrounded by the red skin of his face, which was still wet with tears.

He didn’t kiss me. Instead, his eyes moved down, down to my lap, my crotch. I tightened my legs together.

“Mel-,” …he put his hand there, started rubbing and god, my legs were spreading. My mind was telling them to close but my cock was telling them to open, and before I knew it, I’d spread them so far that it looked like I was a whore waiting to get fucked. And his hand was still there. Rubbing, stroking me behind my pants.

I lay back on the bed, still half-heartedly trying to push his shoulder away with one of my hands.

Finally, he removed his hand, which was quickly replaced by his face. His whole head was in between his legs and he was rubbing his cheeks against me, licking, biting. Fuck.

“Mel. You have to stop.” Only I was panting, writhing, so he ignored me. Finally, he backed off, only to start undoing my pants. But I at least I was finally able to regain some control despite the bulge that had magically appeared in my pants.

“Mel!” I reached down and grabbed his hands to stop him from undoing them.

“No!” He swatted me away, and then quickly climbed on top of me.

“Mel…” I tried again, this time he punched me on the right side of my chest.

“Just let me do this.” I heard my pants button snap open. “I have to.” His voice sounded so husky that time, I had to give in. He was on me, hovering over me, undoing my pants. I wouldn’t participate, but I don’t think I could stop him either. My penis is officially more powerful than my brain.

My pants, along with my boxers, were pulled off in a flash. They were still hanging around my knees but I didn’t really care. What I cared about was his mouth. His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dripping head. Oh god. I’m cheating, cheating and it feels so good…

His tongue keeps sliding around, and I can feel every bit of saliva it leaves behind. It’s so warm, so soft and… suddenly I’m reminded of Tom’s tongue, Tom’s mouth. This is bad. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, not after the look he gave me just before I left. Then I remembered Henry, and when they were behind that shelf and how they simply must have done something… and I got mad.

I sat up more, propped up on my own elbow, and grabbed Mellow Yellow by his hair with my other hand. First, I shoved him down on me harder, so I could feel him gag around me. Then his tongue started working against me again and I had to snicker at how desperate he was. Here I am, forcing him to deep throat me, and he’s taking it like a bitch. I might be ashamed if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

A second later, I yanked him back by his hair, ripping his face off my cock. Perhaps a little too fast and a little too hard, because I felt his teeth scrape across my shaft, and it hurt like a bitch. I glared at him, and he looked at me confused, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He’s still fucking crying.

I couldn’t look at his face anymore. So instead I grabbed his arm and yanked him on top of me so that his face landed in the crook of my neck. Then I rolled over, holding him by his wrists, and sprawled myself out on top of him, crushing him into the mattress. God I started grinding my naked hips hard against his, and was only a little bit irritated when he started returning it. I wanted him to submit, be afraid, not be able to do anything to stop me and absolutely love it.

“Fuck me.” I don’t even know if he really said it. It was just a whisper that came out of nowhere and went straight to my throbbing cock. I wanted to, I was going to, and nothing, nothing was going to stop me now.

I had his pants off in a flash, and his legs spread wide open for me even faster. It took everything in my power to stop myself from just shoving it in right there. But at least I was in control enough to remember some very important things.

“Lube.” Mel panted. “In the drawer.”

I climbed over him to reach it, and in my haste, might have accidentally kneed him hard in the groin. But I didn’t care. My hand fumbled around the draw for a few moments before I finally felt what I was looking for. Condoms? Fuck. Who cares about condoms. I seriously doubt Mel has anything. Stupid weirdo Melvin Orchard who could never get any except from his desperate pedo daddy doesn’t have anything.

I lubed him up quick. Quicker than I probably should have but I didn’t care, if Tom can take it, so can he. I spread some across myself as well and then lined myself up at his entrance.

“Fuck.” Mel whispered, and then closed his eyes, throwing his head back. That pushed me over the edge, and with little to no mercy, I thrust inside.

The sex was a blur, and didn’t last very along. After I got inside, surrounded by the warmth, I didn’t have a long way to go. My eyes rolled back in my head and all I could hear was him yelling. I don’t know what he was yelling. It could have been incoherent screams, it could have been my name, it could have been ‘stop!’, but I didn’t listen. I came within what seemed less than a minute, and then everything stopped.

We were quiet afterward. I just lay there on top of him for a while but eventually I forced myself to get up. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what to say. Did I just rape him? Could that have been considered rape? No. He asked me to, he wanted it, he started it. For some reason it doesn’t feel that way, though.

I got my clothes on first, and Mel just lay there in the bed. I don’t know if he was in pain, or in the blissful aftermath, but I could feel his eyes on me, and I know I didn’t want to meet them.

“Thanks.” His voice was small, quiet, like it took all of his strength just to say one word. I turned to him half way, just so I could see him from the corner of my eye. He had cum all over his stomach, and it was dripping out of his ass too. I couldn’t spot any blood with it, but I still can’t believe I did that. What the hell happens to me when I get horny? I just go off and fuck someone like nothing else matters but my own libido.

I really hate myself right now.

Miles is still waiting outside, I’d think. And I can’t be here anymore.

Without a word I got up from the bed and left the room, shutting the door behind me, or more slamming it. I hurried down the stares and pushed open his front door. The cool air felt good, and I stopped a moment to contemplate what I was doing.

I can’t leave now. Not like this. I’m not that heartless. I can’t be.

Miles spotted me, and gave me this look from the car. I know he knows about the sex, likely just by the way I look. I shook my head at him, though I’m not sure why, and then turned back toward the house.

When I came back into Mel’s room, he was sitting on the bed, slowly getting dressed. Softly sniffling. He looked up at me, and his face was as if I’d just killed his dog, or his mother, more like. But the saddest part was that I think there was also some joy in his expression.

“Why are you back?” He asked coldly.

“I’m sorry.” I said, in a small voice.

“Sorry for what?” He started fighting with his hands in his lap, shifting uncomfortably. And I’m guessing it was because his ass didn’t feel too good at the moment.

“For… that. Just now. The sex…” I shrugged.

“The sex.” He repeated, looking at me incredulously, and then looked down, shaking his head.

What the hell did he want me to be sorry for then?

“You didn’t even…” He stopped mid sentence, and then just shook his head. “It’s okay. I asked for it.”

Wait! I didn’t even what? Use a condom? Say please? Kiss him?

Oh… god. I didn’t even kiss him. Not once.

I hurried over to him quickly, and kneeled in front of him, lifting his chin up to face me. Flashes of Tom’s betrayed face appeared in my mind, but my guilt easily won them over. I leaned forward just a bit, and pressed my lips lightly to his. No electric shock like I felt with Tom, no amazing warmth or need came with it. But his lips were soft, and I think he was at least contented by it.

After a few seconds he kissed back a little, but the kiss stayed very chaste. It wasn’t a “I love you” good-bye kiss. It was a “I’m sorry I don’t love you” good-bye kiss. And I think Mel knew it too.

“Bye.” I said, after I pulled back.

I watched his eyes tear up, watched him try to hold it back. “Good-bye.” He said, managing to not break out into tears. I gave him a painful smile, and then stood up, turning around to leave. I stepped slowly to the door, and walked out, forcing myself not to look back.

As soon as I shut the door, I think I heard him break down into tears.

Damn it.