Nate's wounded heart

[arogersb]

That sucks.

Take your time and get well soon - we'll be waiting patiently for the continuation of this great story.

Justin

 

[caddymac]

Get well first. This will wait.

 

[Kessel]

this story is so awsome subfer...its killing me to have to wait for the next chapter but we can wait till you feel better, get better fast lol cheers for another great chapter

 

[subfer1]

This one is creepy I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 24––A Storm Approaches––

“Ok, so let’s hear it,” she said as she sat in front of him.

Darryl looked at her hesitating for a few seconds. He avoided her gaze and looked around the Café. They picked the small coffee shop outside the English building. The coffee shop had become without any doubts their favorite gathering spot. Whenever they could they would all get together there, Martin and Nate got them started at it and then it spread to their whole friend group. He was looking around not only to escape her analyzing stare, but also to make sure that no one was close enough to listen into their conversation. Becca cleared her throat. He returned his attention to her and saw her arching an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” he answered.

“Ok, whatever it is, you’re killing me with this,” she said before sighing and looking down.

He sighed and pulled his hair back and away from his face. “Ok, so you know Brent and I were really close during high school right?” he asked and looked back at her. She nodded and remained silent, hoping for him to let it all out. “Well during our Freshmen year it was just like we were made for being best friends. But I could tell there was something different about him, you know what I mean. I’d catch him from time to time checking out some guys in the locker rooms and so. And in time I realized he’d do it to me sometimes too. But I didn’t care, I mean he could look at other guys all he wanted, I knew that he was gay. And I didn’t care, I never thought he’d make a move on me, because somehow I’ve always looked at him like a little brother. Though I was wrong I guess.”

Becca nodded. She could relate to Brent’s feelings. Spending time with someone for years; longing for that person to love you back. A slow pain that seethed into your skin until it felt like your heart was going to explode. “Keep going, I want to hear it all,” she told him.

“You know we were both geeks right? And as you know geeks aren’t exactly in a good position in high school. We get teased, bullied and treated like shit most of the time. And to make it even worse people thought Brent was queer and they’d call him queer all the time. I’d have to jump in and save him sometimes whenever the school jocks would start giving him shit. And it sort of turned into a routine, I was taller than poor Brent, so I did manage to make them think twice before starting something. Although I guess it was about nearing the end of our junior year, some jocks wanted to have some fun giving him crap and I jumped in. Then after a few seconds I realized at least a third of the school football team had us surrounded,” Darryl said as he pointed to a small scar below the left side of his lower lip. She had always wondered how he got it.

“They kicked our asses. They sure did, but for what it’s worth, we fought back as hard as we could and after that they stopped giving us any shit. Of course, we were so badly beaten that we ended up going to Brent’s house, it was the closest. On the drive there, Brent started apologizing. He said it was his fault. That if I had just stayed out of it they would’ve just locked him in some locker or he’d been thrown in a garbage can. He said that he would’ve rather had that than the beating we both took. I think in all honesty he was just upset because they had beaten us pretty bad, and also because the idiots who did it had never actually gone physical on me. I think he was feeling bad about it because I got hurt.”

Darryl looked down at the table and gave a small, sad smile. “When we got to his house he hadn’t stopped saying it would’ve been just fine if I had let them get their way. I kept telling him to shut up and to look for something so we could clean up. He had a black eye, a swollen lip and a few scrapes in his arms and legs. So did I, but to make it better one of the jocks, Jack Walters, threw me against a locker and when I hit it, the lock hanging from it scraped my back and actually left a small wound. It was on my lower back and I couldn’t reach it. So I took off my shirt and as I was applying some alcohol (I know, great ideas we have) I told Brent to get it for me. He was so worried that he just nodded and started cleaning the wound. I won’t lie, it hurt like a bitch. I kept my eyes shut and kept wiping my lower lip and then all of a sudden I felt a soft kiss near my hip. As I looked down Brent ran his hand around my abs and kissed my hip again, this time with more passion. When I got up and off his bed, he jumped up and realized what he had done,” Darryl said as he started playing with the stirrer inside his coffee cup.

“I wasn’t angry, I was startled. But Brent thought I was either going to kick his ass or leave. He started apologizing and then went into this hysterical state. I had never seen someone like that, he kept stammering how sorry he was, that he’d never do it again and so on and on. I tried to tell him that it was okay, but then he started shaking. So I just walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him and kept telling him I wasn’t angry at him or going anywhere. After quite some time, he started to calm down, enough like to ask why I didn’t like him. I didn’t know what to say, I loved him, I really did and still do, he’s the best friend I’ve had in my life. So I told him I didn’t like guys, which I knew he did, but that even though I had never had anything with a girl, I didn’t think I liked guys.”

“It took him some time to start accepting it, but after a few days we were back to normal. Except that, we were both showing the signs of quite a good ass kicking. He started to avoid situations where he had to be in the same room with me alone, or having to look at me changing in the locker rooms. I was so scared… I felt like I was losing him…” he looked down, his hair fell on his face, partially hiding it from her. He reached out, took his cup up to his face and had a sip.

His nervousness and emotion made her feel both worried and reassured. Reassured, that he trusted her with obvious strong feelings and pains from his past, and worried to realize how much he loved Brent. “It’s okay Darryl. I have had my experiences of loving someone who doesn’t love me back. I get how he must have felt, and I am proud of you for sticking with him,” she said.

He looked up and smiled at her. It was a weak smile, perhaps even shy. “I took a daring decision though,” he said before looking at her in the eye. She stayed silent and nodded for him to continue. “I started reading online, researching about sexual identities and how to help someone who was coming to terms with their sexuality. I even came across some sites that said that experimentation could help a person figure out their orientation… I wanted to help him so much, and I wanted to know if I could, you know be with him…” he looked down and squeezed his hands into fists as they rested on top of their table.

Realization hit her. Darryl and Brent had sex when they were in high school. Maybe the experimentations they did, as Darryl called them, had lead Brent to somehow keep hope in his heart that in the future Darryl would take him. Darryl wasn’t looking up, he remained looking down at the table, as if he was afraid of her reaction. She reached out with her hand and took hold of Darryl’s hand. His head jerked and stopped before actually looking her way. She squeezed his hand and ran her fingers over his palm. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s not like you’re the first guy I know that’s had sex with another guy,” she said smiling at him. He looked up with a half smile.

“Though how do you feel about one that slept with a guy and now sleeps with you?” he asked before looking down again.

“Well I don’t suppose Martin was the first guy Michael slept with if that’s what you mean,” ‘or forced into drunken sex,’ she thought.

“But doesn’t it bother you?” he asked her, looking up nervously.

“Well it certainly didn’t keep you from doing your stuff the right way with me. Before you go on, let me share something with you. Michael lied to me. He started going psycho on me before he tried to kill Martin after having raped him. You on the other hand, told me about what happened in the past, and you’ve been nothing but great with me. You were honest with me on something that obviously still hurts, and to know that you would trust something like that to me only makes me realize how lucky I am to have you,” she said with tears welling in her eyes.

He looked up at her and tears welled in his eyes too. “I love you,” he said without thinking or breaking eye contact. He came closer and kissed her on the lips, she returned the kiss and they were holding each other’s heads in place with their hands. They parted and Darryl started planting kisses all over her face.

“I love you too, I do,” she said smiling before he gave her a last kiss at the tip of her nose. They were smiling at each other as they heard someone clear their throat next to them. They looked to their right and saw a waitress staring at them with an arched eyebrow. “Sorry!” Becca said shrinking.

“Yeah, we promise we’ll stay cool,” Darryl said smiling at the girl. She nodded and left.

“OK, so back to the serious stuff,” Becca said pulling her hair back from her face. “How did that ‘experimentation’ go?” she asked him.

“Well, not so well, I uhm… managed to get him off, but I couldn’t even stay hard myself…” he said blushing. “He was hurt, but the day after we fooled around, he came to my house and told me that he was sorry and that he knew I loved him, because if not I wouldn’t have tried it out with him.”

“I agree, you wanted to make sure, but still it had to take a great deal of love for you to do something like that,” she said smiling at him. Since their kiss, they had been holding hands under the table, not letting go, as she said those words, he squeezed her hand harder.

“After that I just thought he had come to terms with it, he hadn’t even said anything about the whole deal. Until now…” he said looking down.

“I think he should get counseling, or maybe someone who he can talk to, someone who isn’t involved in this whole thing, like you and I are,” she said.

“Yeah, I seriously thought when he started dating Martin that he had finally moved on, but apparently not, he says after a while he realized he didn’t love Martin as much as… well me,” Darryl said scratching his head.

“Yeah, well Martin’s dating Julian now,” Becca reminded him.

“Yeah, I have a feeling they didn’t end so well, the last few days Martin was around at the room they would spend a lot of time arguing,” Darryl realized.

“Well I guess it had to end, and Martin’s already moving on,” she said.

“Yeah, I think we should see if there’s a counselor at school that Brent could see, and then convince him to go,” Darryl thought aloud.

“I’ll help you, I know he must be confused, don’t worry,” Becca said.

“I love you so much,” Darryl said smiling at her before they kissed. They both looked over to the kitchenette and saw the waitress walking towards them again. “Oh screw this, let’s go,” he said laughing.

“Prude, it’s not like we’re screwing on top of the table,” she said as they walked out.

* * * * *

This shirt made his chest look awful. It looked just like he had small boobs. He felt his throat tightening as he took off the shirt after spending a few minutes looking at his reflection in the mirror. A looser, bigger shirt would look better. From the ones he had in his drawers, there was a black shirt, with a breast pocket. It was loose enough on his chest and stomach, but it still made his arms look good. Although there wasn’t that much muscle in his arms, this shirt made them look a little more defined. ‘And it draws attention away from my chest,’ he thought. He got it out and just as he was going to put it on, he stopped and looked at his reflection. His chest looked both smaller and harder, yet the area where his nipples laid hung a little bit and if he’d move his arms they would bulge causing them to look… Well like boobs… It was the undying evidence of his heavier years.

Swallowing his worries, he was about to put the shirt on when the door busted open behind him. Luke walked in, stopping at the sight of Nate’s naked back. Nate looked back, blushed and hurried to get the shirt on. Luke smiled, looked down and walked behind him. “Why the sudden modesty?” Luke asked as he wrapped his arms around Nate’s torso from behind him.

“I… uhm… I gotta get to class,” Nate answered as he pried away from Luke’s arms.

‘Bullshit,’ Luke thought. Nate’s coldness had both stricken him as weird and enraging. “Greek Literature isn’t it?” he asked Nate. Nate nodded without bothering to talk. It seemed as if he was trying to get out of the room quickly. “Okay, that class is at one, and it’s barely eleven thirty. You and I were supposed to be going for lunch and now I come here and find you saying you have to get to class over an hour early?” he asked knowing a tang of anger had slipped into his last words.

“Okay so I could use some time alone,” Nate answered bitterly.

“No fucking way,” Luke said as he ran and beat Nate to the door. He stood there with his arms open blocking the door from Nate.

“What are you doing?” Nate asked as he threw his arms at his sides in a annoyed way.

“The last time you and I avoided talking to each other about what we were feeling we ended up breaking up remember?” Luke asked him with his face flushing.

Nate sighed. Luke was right. He was being what he had promised not to be, an asshole. Not really being rude, but closing up and letting his concerns turn into something else. He walked back to his bed and sat on it, Luke took it as a sign that he was going to talk. He sat on his bed, opposite from Nate’s bed. Nate was rubbing his hands together in a nervous display. “I have been wondering all along,” Nate said. Luke waited for him to continue, even though Nate seemed to be very reluctant to continue.

“Wondering about… What?” Luke asked.

Nate sighed again. “When you wanted to sleep with someone else, was it because you don’t like me?” Nate asked and looked down as soon as he felt his face burning from how much he was blushing.

“What? How could you even ask that? No!” Luke answered almost yelling. He got up and sat next to Nate on his bed wrapping his arms around him. “When I wanted that I was being a stupid ignorant little idiot,” he said as he tried to make Nate look at him in the face. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most gorgeous man I had seen in my life,” Luke confessed to him as Nate looked at him not really buying his words.

“Are you just trying to get off the hook here?” Nate asked him.

“No, I’m dead serious. Do you remember when I took you to that diner the first night we spent here?” he asked, Nate nodded. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you, your eyes, your face… You had me from the very start. Then I remember the first days you would get up at the most ridiculous hours so you could shower without me watching you come in or out of bed. I would wake up when I’d hear you in the bathroom, fake sleep so I could see you and then jerk off when you’d leave.”

Nate’s eyes got wide with a little disbelief, but also with realization. He did remember those days when his shyness got the better of him. There was even one day he remembered when Luke had startled him as he was about to get dressed, when Luke had complimented him on his looks. “I remember,” he said smiling and starting to feel better.

“Now that I think about it, I caught you one day and you were trying to cover yourself up,” Luke said.

“Yeah I was just remembering about that time,” Nate said smiling at him.

“Are you still feeling that insecure about your body? I have never cared about you looking the way you do… No, let me rephrase that, I love the way you look Nate. I told you that day and I keep my word, you are gorgeous and I don’t give a shit if you don’t look like a model. I like you for who you are, for how loving you are to me, how patient you are with me. I can go on and on if you want,” Luke said tearing up at the end.

Nate felt like he was about to cry, he had been worrying over nothing it seemed. He looked at Luke and saw Luke was crying and looking down. “Luke, I’m sorry I guess I was making a bigger deal about it than I should have,” he said as he reached to hug him.

“Why did I have to be such an ass to you, god I will always regret having done all that shit to you. I’m sorry…” Luke said before he started sobbing.

“Luke, I’m sorry I brought it up, I love you and you already know that I want to put all that crap behind,” Nate said as he held him tight against himself.

“I know, but it sure is taking a long time to get over it,” Luke said, as he started calming down.

“No one said it would be quick or easy, I guess it’s going to take a lot longer than we thought,” Nate said as he wiped a few tears from his face.

“Do you still want me?” Luke asked stiffening up.

“Of course, I never said I was going to quit on us. Do you want to call it quits?” he asked.

“No, hell no!” Luke said wiping his face.

“Hey for what is worth, when I saw you for the first time when you were all wet and wrapped in a towel. I really thought I was going to shoot my load at the sight of you,” Nate said giggling.

“Idiot, here I am talking about your personality and you liked me for my body…” Luke said making a face.

“Fuck off already, after the first time we had sex you treated me so good, no one had ever been so affectionate to me, that’s what sealed the deal,” Nate told him before he kissed him gently on the lips.

“I love you Nate,” Luke said before letting out a sigh. “Though I get afraid sometimes…” Luke said looking down.

“I know, I love you too, and I get scared too,” Nate said before hugging him once again.

“I’m hungry,” Luke said.

“Yeah, let’s go get lunch before I actually run late for my class,” Nate said as they got up.

* * * * *

His teacher for his Mystery and Suspense Literature class had agreed to let him skip this week’s class as long as he’d send an assignment to her e-mail on Thursday evening. It was barely after six and he had sent the assignment to her e-mail before he drove down to the twins’ house. Julian had been a little surprised, but Dylan had promised Martin that he’d keep Julian around the house after school. Promise having been kept, Martin took Julian out for coffee and they had spent the remaining afternoon hours together. “Want to go grab a bite?” He asked Julian as they sat on the hood of Martin’s jeep. They were looking onto the Mississippi river at the end of First Street.

He loved the place. It was his hiding place and even Dylan respected it. He would try to not come here if he suspected Julian was here, knowing very well that it was the place he liked to go when he wanted to be alone. While he was dating Ryan, there was never even the slightest thought of bringing him here. However, at the minute Martin asked him where he wanted to go after they had coffee, this was the first place he thought of. Surprising even himself, he wanted Martin to spend time with him. Nate knew of this place, it had been where he and Luke had met their separation at the end of the previous year. As he remembered that, he felt himself stiffen and realized Martin had asked him if he wanted to go eat something. “Sorry, I guess I sort of zoned out. I could use some food, how about we go to the mall?” Julian asked him.

“Ok then,” Martin said as he got off the hood of his jeep. Julian got off and rounded the front off the car to the passenger door. Martin got in the car and Julian gave him directions as they turned around and headed into town. After a few minutes of driving, Martin couldn’t help himself and had to ask. “What were you thinking back there when I asked you about food?”

Julian looked at him and bit on his lower lip before answering. “I love going there to think. To be alone too, I guess it’s sort of a personal place,” he said and smiled when he saw the blush that came to Martin’s face. “It just hit me that I told Nate he should go talk to Luke when they were having trouble. You know the day when they broke up. I guess I thought it would bring him some luck,” he said looking away from Martin.

“So you’re afraid that it will have the same effect on us?” Martin asked him.

How could Martin read him like that? He wondered. “I don’t know, I just feared it would I guess,” he confessed.

“Well I’m not in the mood to fight, are you?” Martin asked him.

Smiling, he looked at him in the face. “Not at all,” he answered and was greeted with a warm smile from Martin.

After walking around the food court for about five minutes, they decided to go for sushi. They debated on who would pay and opted for deciding it later. Both bone heads wanted to pay for the meal. They both ordered an assortment of pieces from different rolls. Shrimp Nigiris, Salmon Nigiris, California rolls, and many other styles. “So how about this, if you can eat that Salmon Nigiri and add more wasabi to your soy sauce, then I’ll let you pay for this,” Julian proposed.

“You’re on,” Martin said. He took some more wasabi and mixed it with his soy sauce, and then skillfully he took a Nigiri piece and soaked it in the sauce. After he took it in his mouth he chewed adamantly as he felt the heat rise up to his nose, and then to his eyes.

“No tears or it’s on me,” Julian said laughing.

Martin nodded and breathed deeply a few times, and surprisingly he did manage to hold back the tears the wasabi almost got out of him. “Damn that was strong,” he said after he’d recovered somewhat.

“Nigir pieces have wasabi, it’s what they use to stick the salmon or shrimp to the rice ball,” Julian said smiling at him.

“So you knew and still challenged me,” Martin asked arching his eyebrows.

“Well, it was funny,” Julian said as he smiled at him.

“My brother fooled me the first time we ate sushi too,” Martin said before he looked down and took the other Nigiri piece he had left and ate it without any sauce.

“Was it the first time you had sushi?” Julian asked him, wanting to hear how much Martin was willing to share about his brother.

“Yeah, he said it might look weird, but that it would taste good,” Martin smiled as he took regular pieces and dipped them slightly in the sauce before eating them. “He didn’t warn me about the wasabi and then he laughed for like five minutes after I ran to the kitchen for water. Freaking idiot was laughing so hard while he helped me settle down again,” Martin said smiling broader.

“Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun together,” Julian said as he reached across the table and grasped Martin’s left hand. Martin looked down to their joined hands and smiled as he looked at Julian. Julian smiled and was about to talk when he saw someone walking a few tables behind Martin. He knew this kid, he’d seen him before. The kid sat down and started eating, all by himself at a table. The short blonde hair and the green eyes made him somewhat attractive. Then he remembered ‘Allen’ the kid that had eyed him the day Ryan ditched him. The kid he’d blown off by saying ‘I have a boyfriend.’

“What’s wrong?” Martin asked as he noticed Julian’s expression darkening.

“Uhm… It’s just that the day Ryan ditched me, I came here and I saw a guy that’s sitting alone, a few tables behind you,” Julian said. Martin nodded, he was about to look back but stopped after slightly turning his head, he’d let Julian finish first. “He was eying me as I sat here eating and then he came up to me when I was leaving. I thought he was probably hitting on me and so I said I had a boyfriend and didn’t even shake the hand he was offering,” Julian finished.

“So now you feel bad about it?” Martin asked him.

“Yeah, when I was on my way out, I looked back and he looked pretty sad about it,” Julian pondered. Martin was starting to feel weird about it when Julian spoke up. “How about we go and greet him, you know I could apologize and clear my conscience.”

“With me? Don’t you think that might hurt his feelings?” Martin asked him.

“Well I don’t want him thinking I’m free, this way he’ll know I have a boyfriend but he won’t think I’m an asshole anymore,” Julian answered.

“Boyfriend?” Martin asked not being able to suppress his smile, neither the blush that took over his face.

Julian smiled and blushed himself. “Well, yeah, unless you don’t…”

“I do, I mean, I want you to be my boyfriend,” Martin said cutting him off.

“Ok then, let’s go,” Julian said as he rounded the table and Martin got up to join him. They walked the few tables that separated them from Allen and as they were approaching it, Allen looked up and saw them coming. When his eyes fell on Julian, he smiled shyly but then when he saw Martin next to him, his expression changed and seemed even frightened. “Hey, Allen right?” Julian asked as they stood before the table.

Allen nodded. “I’m sorry if I bothered you, you know…” Allen started saying as he looked from Julian to Martin.

“No, no, no. That’s not it, I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize for acting rude to you the time I saw you,” Julian said.

“Oh, I thought… You said you had a boyfriend so I just thought…” he said as he looked shyly at Martin.

“I wasn’t his boyfriend back then, it was someone else,” Martin said.

“I got a good one this time,” Julian said smiling.

“So, you actually came just to say you’re sorry?” Allen asked him.

“Yeah, well I thought it wasn’t fair of me, my boyfriend was being an ass to me that day and I wasn’t being exactly friendly,” Julian said.

“Thanks,” Allen answered.

“You’re pretty cute,” Martin said smiling.

“Yup, I bet you’ll find someone for yourself soon,” Julian said. Allen smiled and after a few minutes of quick chatter, Julian and Allen exchanged numbers. Julian promised to give him a call if he’d think he could hook him up with someone.

As they drove home, Martin kept looking at Julian with a huge smile on his face. Julian noticed and stared at Martin until Martin talked. “Okay, have I told you that I like you?” Martin asked him.

“Yeah,” Julian answered.

“Have I told you that I really like you?” Martin asked again.

“Ok where are you going with this?” Julian asked as Martin parked the car in front of the house.

Martin bit his lower lip as he looked at him. Then he moved closer and gave Julian a very passionate kiss, he moved below and started kissing him on the neck as his hands caressed Julian’s chest. “I’m going as far as you’ll let me go,” Martin answered looking into his eyes.

“Up to my room then,” Julian answered as he got out of the car.

Not five minutes later, they were sitting on top of Julian’s bed. Their boxers were the only thing keeping their erections from getting any more attention as they kissed. “God, you’re so beautiful,” Martin whispered into his ear.

“You are too,” Julian whispered back as he ran his hand up and down Martin’s back.

Martin reached down and tugged at the waistband of Julian’s boxers. He looked up at Julian, trying to see any reaction. Julian nodded smiling and reached to pull Martin’s boxers down. They threw both boxers to the floor and Julian immediately reached for Martin’s dick. Slowly, he jerked it as he kissed Martin’s chest. Martin reached for Julian’s dick and started jerking it. “Damn you’re thick,” Martin said and Julian smiled looking down.

“Yours is pretty nice too,” he told Martin. “We’re about the same size.”

“Well yeah, but yours is thicker,” Martin repeated. Julian kissed him before he pushed Martin on the bed. He swiftly moved and started sucking on Martin’s cock. Martin squeezed the bed sheets in his hand as he moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes, he reached down and pulled Julian’s head off his dick. “My turn,” Martin said. He pulled Julian down and got him to lay down right next to him. He moved down and got in between Julian’s legs. “Can I play with your butt too?” he asked as he looked up.

“Of course,” Julian said smiling.

Martin sucked on Julian’s cock. He stopped and played with Julian’s foreskin a little. Then he licked his index finger and started wiggling around Julian’s hole. Julian moaned and Martin realized that Julian was completely relaxed. He reached up and started rubbing his fingers over the head of Julian’s dick. Then after a few seconds, he buried his face under Julian’s balls and started licking away at his hole. Julian started trying to talk, but his words came out as moans and groans. “What was that?” Martin asked as he came up wondering if Julian was trying to protest.

“Ok either keep doing that or fuck me already,” Julian said breathing hard.

Martin swallowed. “You want me to… Fuck you?” he asked.

“Yeah, don’t you?” Julian asked him.

“Yeah, do you… have condoms?” he asked.

Julian smiled. He moved to the side of the bed and opened his nightstand’s drawer. Moving back to his previous position, he handed Martin a condom and a bottle of lube. “There you go,” Julian said. Martin nodded and opened the condom wrapper, he poured a drop of lube inside the condom and then as he was putting it on, Julian noticed Martin’s hands were shaking. He looked up and saw that Martin seemed to be shivering. Reaching out, he took hold of Martin’s arm and Martin looked at him. “Relax, I really want you to do it, and you’re doing great,” he said.

Martin nodded and took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just a little excited,” he answered. Julian smiled and lay down. Martin spread some lube on his dick and rubbed it around, and then he spread some lube on Julian’s hole before getting in between Julian’s legs. He looked up and laid down on top of Julian, they kissed and as they were kissing, Martin reached down and used his hand to guide his dick as he pressed in. He felt Julian start taking deep breaths as he felt his dick started sinking in to him.

“Fuck me,” Julian whispered as he felt Martin’s pubic hair brush against his ass.

Martin obliged, he started thrusting into him, gradually going faster. He’d stop occasionally to kiss and suck on Julian’s nipples or jerk Julian’s dick. “You feel so good,” Martin whispered.

“I’m close,” Julian said.

“I am too,” Martin said. He reached down and began to jerk Julian’s dick. After just a few jerks, Julian’s dick started shooting a huge load. Julian’s ass gave Martin the last stimuli he needed to shoot his load into the condom. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Martin pulled out and reached up to kiss Julian. He pulled the condom off and collapsed half on top of Julian.

“God that was so good,” Julian said as he reached to caress a side of Martin’s face.

“So you liked it?” Martin asked him.

“Do you even need to ask?” Julian said before he kissed him once again and wrapped his arms and legs around him.

* * * * *

The bus came to a halt, the man sitting next to him had started puking after more than half an hour of constant whining and crying. The guard came to check on them and saw that the vomit had spilled on him too. He wanted to kick the weeping idiot’s ass for this. Jail jumpsuit or not, he didn’t appreciate being puked on, especially from a weeping moron who kept saying he was innocent. After they’d found him pulling his dick out of the little fag that kept throwing flirtatious looks at him at the psychiatric hospital where his parents had paid for him to go, instead of Jail which was what the court wanted. The authorities and St. Louis Police Department had decided he had to go to Jail. Two sexual assaults in less than a year were too much evidence to send him there. They said he had been too rough on that fag, but he knew the little fairy loved every second, every thrust of his dick, every punch and bite as well.

“Get up, I need the two of you out of the bus now!” the guard barked at the two of them. The guard was an older guy, with graying hair and an insulting spirit that made all of the prisoners in the bus remind him every five minutes of how much they’d enjoy slicing him into small pieces.

“Do we keep going or are you going to clean that up?” The driver asked from the cabin at the front.

“I’ll get it off them, but you’re going to travel with that nice puddle of puke under you, you little sissy!” the guard yelled at the shaky crying lump next to him.

“Please I didn’t do anything bad, I’m not supposed to go to Jail…” the weeping pansy began. It was obvious that several other passengers in the bus agreed with him. They started yelling at him to shut up, some even started telling him they’d kill him after getting in so he wouldn’t have to suffer. There were others crying silently, rather than drawing attention to themselves. But he knew, that jail would be nothing he’d like. Yet he wouldn’t break like the moron next to him.

“Shut the fuck up all of you!” the guard yelled to the prisoners. He looked down at him, checking the nametag on his jumpsuit. “Schoszinsky, get your ass out of that seat and drag that cry baby out with you, now!” he yelled close to his face. He glared back at the guy, and without thinking he reached to his side and started pulling the shaky little balding man that was crying in the seat next to him.

“You need any help Dusty?” asked the bus driver from behind the security net that separated the driver’s cabin from the passenger area.

“Nah I’ve got these fags under control,” the guard said as he opened the locks that joined their handcuffs to the seats before them. ‘This fag might just surprise you,’ he thought as he pulled the cry baby out with him, following the guard as the other prisoners in the bus started yelling incoherent babblings about wanting out. Once they were outside and some good twenty steps away from the bus, the guard squeezed water from a bottle on top of the part where his pants had been splashed with vomit. Then he tried to pour some water on the crying idiot that kept begging the guard to take him back home.

He looked around and saw that crops surrounded them, meaning they were a fair distance from St. Louis. “Stop shaking you sissy, it’s just water!” the guard yelled as the stocky weeping man fell to his knees. The guard kneeled as he yelled at the guy’s ear. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You want your mommy?” but it wasn’t the yelling of the guard, or the crying of the coward idiot that now sat on the ground that drew his attention. The guard’s club was poking out from his belt as the guard was kneeling forward, and the freaking idiot didn’t notice. He reached out and took hold of it, quickly pulling it away from him. The guard looked up and behind him startled, as he took a good hold of the club. He managed to ram it against the side of the guard’s head before he could actually yell.

The guard fell to the ground and his cap fell to his side. The screams and insults from the other prisoners inside the bus drowned the whimpers coming from the guard. He rammed it again, another time, some blood splashed up and hit him on the face and before he rammed it a third time, as he held the club up in the air the guard looked up at him. “Please don’t…” he managed to stammer.

“Not so hard,” Martin said when he’d fucked him. Then when he looked down, the guard was Martin. He rammed the club down on his face so hard that he actually heard the guard’s skull crack. Then he saw it wasn’t Martin, but soon Martin could look just like the bloody, twitching body that lay before him. He looked to his right and saw the balding man shaking and crying wide eyed, staring at him. He didn’t think much of it, he just rammed the club against the guy’s face once and he fell unconscious. He quickly reached down, groping for the keys in the guard’s clothing, and they were hanging from his belt. He took them and didn’t stop to check if they were the right ones, he just ran.

“Take us with you!” he heard another prisoner yell from the bus.

“Dusty! What the fuck!!!” he heard the driver yell as he ran in between the crops. He didn’t stop, his chest hurt, his feet hurt. The leaves of the corn plants kept hitting him on the face and he didn’t stop. Never mind that there could be snakes crawling in between the plants, never mind that there could be traps set around. All that mattered was to get as far from the prison bus as he could. After what he thought had to be half an hour, he came out onto another road, or maybe the same road. He looked around and heard no cars, or saw no one, but a sign indicating that St. Louis was 45 miles up that road.

As the moonlight’s shone on his blood covered face and his deep blue eyes, a smile crept on his face. He looked for the key to open his handcuffs and found it after a few tries. “Becca I’m coming home,” Michael said as he dropped the handcuffs on the ground.

 

[mexamor]

wow, that is creepy and super scary, now i'm going to be all worried till we see the next chapter......

 

[Craiger]

OK, Luis,

I knew things were going too smoothly...lol Now there's a cliffhanger and a scary one at that. Poor Becca and Martin. Brent may have some worries as well. When's the next chapter?

Craiger

PS I hope the migraines are gone and you are feeling better.

 

[caddymac]

Okay, I was fine with most of the chapter but that last part has got me confused. I am guessing it has jumped forward but I'm lost.

 

[harry113]

Oooooooo!! Watch out guys, with Michael on the loose anything can happen ( & probably will!! )
Thanks Luis, great writing
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

Man this took a sudden turn. Talk about a super cliff hanger. You really left us in one here. I didn't see that one coming. Now I really will be impatient for what's to come. Super chapter.

 

[Apollux]

SUBFER1, DAMM YOU! DAMM YOU !!

Your writing is the reason I have been melancholic and deflated the whole day
Man, your histories should come with a warning.

Yesterday at night I found out about Nate's wounded heart and was immediately hooked, took me 12 hours of non-stop reading (and jerking off when appropriate) to catch up with the story so far. You really know how to write a character.

Now I'm sleep deprived, melancholic and depressed because your character personal story lines... and trust me, that's not a small feat. Even thought everything is happy at this moment, I feel like I just came down from an emotional roller coaster. It is like bittersweet happiness, there is just so much for me to relate to in your story.

Anyways, congratulations. You have great writing skills, specially for someone that is just 21 years old. You should SERIOUSLY consider doing this on a professional level.

And please, don't keep us waiting for the next chapter. That Michael surely have a lot of meat where to sink his teeth. Hope he gets caught before he can do any damage.

 

[subfer1]

Okay, I was fine with most of the chapter but that last part has got me confused. I am guessing it has jumped forward but I'm lost.

Sorry I guess I should've clarified about that, the last part is following the actions that had taken place right before that, so I guess you could say that while Martin and Julian were having fun, Michael was on his way to Jail. I will explain a little more about what's happened with Michael since he left school. I'm sorry if I confused anyone but this last part is following the events as they had been happening until now I promise I will tell more about what Michael has been doing since he was expelled

Anyways, congratulations. You have great writing skills, specially for someone that is just 21 years old. You should SERIOUSLY consider doing this on a professional level.

And please, don't keep us waiting for the next chapter. That Michael surely have a lot of meat where to sink his teeth. Hope he gets caught before he can do any damage.

#1 Thank you, it feels incredibly nice when someone compliments me on my writing like you just did, and believe me becoming a professional writer is my dream and I will work my ass off until I get it.
#2 Geez have patience man, I will post a new chapter probably this coming friday night.
#3 I have to thank my buddy JakeLucas for helping me proof my writing and making the story as clear as we can, I wouldn't be half as good as I am if it weren't for him.

 

[subfer1]

Ok, so before I post the chapter I just want to remind everyone that this is fiction I portray what I think would make a good story and I'm sorry if I bother anyone, I won't really go into politics so don't think I'll turn the story into something like that. So anyways, here it is and I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 25––Aristocratic Bullshit––

The movie was over and Tommy realized that Dylan wasn’t even watching. Dylan’s silence was beginning to become awkward. If he didn’t speak to him, or if there wasn’t something that caught his interest completely, Dylan would zone out and stare into empty spaces. He knew it was probably something he didn’t want to talk about, or maybe something he wasn’t ready to talk about. Yet he was starting to get tired of it. Ever since they had become a couple Tommy had made it a point to keep a fluent communication in between them. Especially if you’d consider the fact that it was his hidden feelings towards Dylan that had driven him into doing many stupid things, the one good thing had been dating Nate. But he knew that if this stayed on course things could get bad, remembering how Dylan and Julian had gotten right after their father died, he decided he should do something.

“Babe?” he asked as he looked at Dylan.

Dylan looked back at him, startled out of his thoughts. Gazing quickly around the room as if he was trying to remember where he was, he looked at the TV and saw the credits of the movie. He never even realized it was over already. “Sorry I must have gotten distracted or something.”

“Are you ok?” Tommy asked him.

“Uhm, well yeah,” he lied.

“Are you sure?” Tommy insisted.

“I told you I’m ok,” he said rather harshly and regretted it immediately as he saw the quick flash of pain that went through Tommy’s face.

“Ok then, I’m going to get something to drink, I’m kind of thirsty,” Tommy said. He got up with a hard look on his face and walked towards the door.

“I’m sorry,” Dylan said as Tommy was about to reach the door.

“I know there’s something wrong and it hurts that you don’t trust me,” Tommy said without looking back.

“It’s just… You wouldn’t understand…” Dylan said looking down.

“Try me,” Tommy said with sudden anger at Dylan’s words.

“If you’re gonna be an ass about this, then fuck off, Julian’s leaving me and I don’t need any more shit, ok?” Dylan said, before he threw himself onto his bed, on his stomach, face sunk into his pillow. Tommy’s confusion got the best of him. He stood there, dumbfounded for a few moments before he realized that Dylan was sobbing into his pillow.

“What do you mean with Julian’s leaving you?” he asked as he got on the bed next to Dylan and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Now that he’s got Martin all he wants to do is go up there or be with him if he’s down here…” Dylan said before sobbing some more. “And in the fall he’s going to go up there to go to school and he’s gonna leave me here…” he added before resuming his sobbing.

“What? No!” Tommy said. He put his arms around Dylan and struggled to turn him onto his stomach. Dylan didn’t put up any resistance and meekly turned onto his back. “Listen to me, why in hell would Julian leave you?”

“Because he’s all lovey-dovey with Martin, and he’s wanted to go study at Washington U since before Nate got in, and now I know he likes the idea a lot more. He applied there, he didn’t tell me, but I know he did. He applied to Southeast Missouri State too, just like you and I did, but I know he’s going to get into Washington U.”

“Well we don’t have the results yet, how can you be sure that he’s going to go up there? Don’t you think he might change his mind?” Tommy asked.

“No, I know he wants to go there, and I know he’ll get it there too… That’s why I applied there too…” He said before pushing his head into his pillow again.

“Ok, so you applied. What’s so bad about that?” Tommy asked him.

“I made an ass outta myself! I’m not going to get in!” Dylan answered, parting his head from the pillow just a few seconds to get the words out.

“Babe, I know you are no MIT student to be, but you are pretty damn smart if you ask me,” Tommy answered as he ran his fingertips over Dylan’s hair.

“Still I know I won’t get in, and he will,” Dylan said, turning around a bit.

“Ok, you know you are as smart as he is, he’s better at language and reading stuff and you are better at science and number stuff, you know that.”

“But I bet my essay won’t be as good as his was…” Dylan started saying before he realized what he was doing. “I’m sorry babe… I’m talking like it didn’t matter where you go…” he started apologizing.

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean to,” Tommy cut him off.

“I guess I’m overreacting, it’s just that Julian never got so caught up with Ryan and now he seems so happy with Martin… I guess I just thought he was forgetting about me.”

Tommy recoiled. His hands stiffened and he moved back a bit. “So, aren’t you… You know… Happy with me?” he asked Dylan.

“Of course I am! I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it that way… I love you,” Dylan answered as he sat up and wrapped Tommy up in his arms. “I’m sorry babe, it’s just that Jules and I have been together always. I can’t even explain how much it terrifies me to think of not having him around…” he said as tears rolled down from his eyes.

“I know I’ll never mean to you what he does…” Tommy started saying.

“Don’t say that, I love you so much… you, he and Nate are all I have. And you put up with so much shit from me, I can’t imagine not having you either…” Dylan said before he started crying on Tommy’s shoulder.

This was the real problem. He wasn’t just scared of Julian going to school up in St. Louis, he was afraid of having to chose which way to go if he got accepted into both schools. “Dylan I won’t make you chose between Julian and me, if you get admitted up there, then you can go. We’ll work something out.”

“But… I don’t want to, it’s going to be all weird…” he said into his shoulder.

“Besides if you both get admitted up there then who’s going to take care of the house? You’re going to have to come down here periodically don’t you think?” Tommy asked him.

Dylan backed off enough to look him in the eye. “I hadn’t thought about that, and if we both get into Southeast Missouri State, then Julian can come on the weekends.”

“See? Stop worrying, things will work out,” Tommy told him.

Dylan started wiping his face and smiling. “Yeah I guess I was just over thinking about the whole thing.”

“Live the present man, now let’s go get some food so we can go to bed,” Tommy told him.

“OK, are you gonna sleep over? I mean Julian’s not here and…” Dylan started.

“Of course I’ll stay, don’t ask and stop worrying.” Tommy said. They started walking out and as they went down the stairs, Tommy fought the urge to tell Dylan about what his counselor had told him. Thanks to his grades, his chances to get into Southeast Missouri State University were so little that he should apply to as many schools as he could or consider a community college.

* * * * *

Julian lay asleep with an arm draped over his chest. Feelings swirled in Martin’s heart non-stop. The happiness and closeness he felt with Julian was so strong that he didn’t quite now if he could put it to words. Martin had wanted to bottom for Julian ever since the previous week. Julian had said it was ok, that Martin could fuck him and he would be okay with it. Somehow Martin had felt like he wasn’t being fair and he made it a point to have Julian do him this time. He knew that Julian had somehow sensed his surprise by the girth of Julian’s dick, and he wanted to get over it. What surprised him a bit more, was actually realizing that Julian’s dick was pretty much a longer, uncircumcised version of Nate’s. In the end, he had to admit that he was also afraid of having such a thick dick in his butt, for it had been quite some time since he’d had one that thick. Brent’s wasn’t small, but it wasn’t that thick. It had been years since he’d seen one that thick, one like his brother’s.

As he looked down at Julian’s sleeping face, he felt an urge to kiss him and ask him to never leave. But he knew better than that, it would probably scare Julian, or make him wonder about the things he hadn’t told him about. So many things lay in his past, things he didn’t even want to think of. He moved a little bit further to the right, trying to get out without waking Julian. A few seconds later, and with a bit of care, he was out of the bed and in the bathroom taking a leak. When he was standing in front of the sink, he ran a hand over his butt, noticing the slight tenderness that remained after their sex. Julian had been gentle, as Martin had asked. After he’d gone in he stayed motionless, allowing Martin to get used to him. In less than a minute Martin had started wiggling his butt and asking him to fuck him. Julian had merrily obliged and in a few minutes, they had both reached an orgasm.

Julian had apologized for not lasting longer, but Martin didn’t think there was anything to apologize for. After all it had been him who had caused Julian’s orgasm, when he’d cum from how much Julian’s curved dick was rubbing against his prostate. After agreeing that a second round might set things straight they had waited a while and then for a good time, Julian thrust himself in him before Martin switched roles and started sitting up and down on Julian’s dick. In the end, they both ended up sweating and light headed after what seemed to Martin as a killer orgasm. Now as he rounded the bed and got next to Julian, all he wanted was to lay with him and relish in his company. Julian stirred and slightly opened his eyes to look at him before moving closer and wrapping his arms around Martin.

“Good night my Mayfair witch,” Julian whispered to him.

“You and your books,” he answered.

“Nate’s to blame, he got me to read them,” Julian said.

“Well, I am yours anyways,” he whispered back to Julian.

Julian tightened his hold on him and moved a little forward to kiss him gently on the lips. “I am yours too,” he said before giving him another kiss. He felt a lump form in his throat, but luckily Julian didn’t say anything else and after a few minutes he realized Julian had fallen asleep again. He wanted to stay up and watch him sleep a little more, but he was just as tired and shortly he fell asleep too.

* * * * *

Nate had gone jogging and had wakened him up before leaving. He had to do an assignment for one of his classes. He didn’t know why he had to take another sociology class. Becca didn’t have to take any other anthropology classes after taking intro to Anthropology the previous semester, only if she wanted and as electives. But his counselor had pushed him into taking Sociology 102 class this semester and the teacher was nothing more than an idiot grad student who was trying to get his masters and leave. And this assignment was just as stupid. Clip newspaper articles regarding discrimination and group formations related information. Then he had to write an essay linking the articles to the theories they had covered in class, theories that Luke had already covered in his previous Sociology 101 class. Nate had brought him a bunch of newspapers that he had gotten from the coffee shop near the English building. Boredom might be the cause of him thinking every single article he had seen up until now was stupid, but so far there wasn’t much he had found that was useful.

There was a knock on the door and he thanked his luck for getting him away from the stack of newspapers. He ran to the door, realizing he was just in his boxers, but he didn’t care and he just opened the door. Martin stood there in a black wife beater and a pair of gym shorts. “Nice,” he said before he walked past Luke and into the room.

“Look at you, it looks like you just got out of bed,” Luke said as he closed the door.

“Yup, so?” Martin asked him as he sat on Luke’s bed and scrunched his face at the stack of newspapers on top of Luke’s desk. “Haven’t finished the evil homework huh?”

“Nope, care to help?” Luke asked as he got a few of them and threw them at Martin’s lap. Martin arched an eyebrow at him and threw the newspapers at his side. “So I take it Julian’s still sleeping,” Luke said as he sat down at his desk.

“Yeah,” Martin said and immediately blushed.

“You boys had fun?” Luke asked him smiling, yet not taking his eyes off his desk.

“Yeah, he’s so good… I think I’m falling for him,” Martin said as he turned a dark shade of red.

He smiled, but this time he did look at Martin. “Someone’s got it bad, huh?” he asked Martin.

“Well, yeah…” Martin managed to answer before giving a short nervous laugh.

“And do you think he feels the same way?” Luke asked him.

“Well I hope he does, I think he does…” Martin answered.

“He’s a good guy, I’m happy for you,” Luke said smiling at him.

Martin looked up at him and returned the smile. He got up and off the bed and then he walked to Luke and wrapped his arms around him. Luke got up to face him and returned the hug. “I love you, I love having you around. You know I never had anyone to talk to, after Matty and I…” Martin began saying.

“It’s ok, I love having you too,” Luke said holding him tighter.

“You know, after my parents died he was all I had, and then when he was gone I didn’t want to let anyone take his place,” Martin said.

“I’m never gonna take his place I know that,” Luke said.

“You can be my little brother,” Martin told him.

“Little brother?” Luke asked and moved back a little so he could look at him in the eye. “Sounds good to me, I always wanted a brother,” Luke said smiling before he pulled Martin back against him.

“Although I did hump you from behind…” Martin said before erupting in laughter. Luke joined in the laughter and soon they were both sitting on the floor wiping tears away from their eyes.

“It feels like that was years ago…” Luke said when they had calmed down.

“Well a lot of shit has happened since then,” Martin said.

“Yeah, guess we’ve grown up a little,” Luke agreed.

Martin smiled as he looked at Luke. They had grown very close and when he came to think about it, both Luke and Nate had a lot of the personality traits that his brother had. Nate resembled him physically which had been obvious to him since a while ago, but he also had the sort of quiet, protective, strong personality that Matt had. On the other hand, Luke was the cheery, devilish and naughty side of Matt that he remembered had put him at ease a lot after the death of their parents.

In a way, he knew that the attraction he had felt towards Nate a few months before had been mostly rooted in the resemblance he noticed between Nate and Matt. Now he knew he didn’t exactly need his brother, he needed the company and the love that was for sure, but Julian didn’t resemble Matt as much as Luke or Nate did. Right now, there was no doubt in his heart that he loved Julian and that Julian loved him. Although he hadn’t told Luke so when Luke asked if he thought Julian loved him, he was sure of it somehow. Julian shared so much with him, and his actions showed too much for Martin to doubt of his feelings.

He realized Luke had sat down again and was skimming through the newspapers. “Sorry, want some help with that?” Martin asked him.

“Zoned out there for a while huh?” Luke asked back.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Martin answered.

“It’s okay, I get lost in my thoughts sometimes too, and so does Nate,” Luke said.

“Ok, what are we looking for?” Martin asked as he sat in Luke’s bed and started going through the newspapers.

“Discrimination or something that talks about groups, you know clubs, reunions and the like,” Luke answered.

Martin nodded and started running his eyes over the articles. Nothing on the first newspaper, he placed it next on a stack where he saw Luke discarding one. The second one didn’t seem to have anything, not at least in the first sections… His eye caught a face that he hadn’t seen since the previous year. He quickly looked at the title of the article where Michael’s face stared up at him and ended up reading the whole thing.

Guard killed by criminal on their way to Prison.
Michael J. Schozsinsky, a Freshmen student from Washington University was expelled in October of 2004, after two months of class. The charges for his expulsion remain unclear, though the police confirm that they arrested him for attempted murder.
According to our sources, there were enough charges and past evidence to send him to jail for a year. Still it appears that he was sent to a psychiatric facility instead of doing jail time as it was stated in his release form in November of the same year. There are no comments or declarations from the St. Louis Police Department on this matter. They claim that Schozsinsky was released by court authorities after his case had been re-evaluated.
We attempted to get a declaration from the therapist that evaluates criminals for the Police Department, the same therapist that had evaluated Schozsinsky when taken into custody and he said he had agreed that Mr. Schozsinsky had to go to hail. However it appears that his assessment was overlooked and Schozsinsky never even went to trial.
The details of how he was released remain hidden, but we did get word from the psychiatric facility where he spent the past 4 months. It appears that he sexually assaulted another patient. A 20-year-old patient that had attempted to take his life a few months before being admitted in January of this year. Schozsinsky beat up and hurt the young man so bad that the doctors decided he had to be sent to Prison.
The doctors at the facility declared that all their efforts to help Schozsinksky only caused him to become more aggressive and violent than before, ending up in his attack against another patient. Their recommendation was to send him to prison where he could be handled with higher security and could still receive therapy.
As hard as we’ve tried, we haven’t been able to receive any information on Schozsinky’s family and the police have made it clear that the family of the accused has requested to remain in the anonymous. No one we talked to revealed any lead on who his relatives are or how did he manage to escape custody from the bus that was taking him to prison.
Meanwhile the family of Dustin Adams, the guard that Schozsinsky killed this past Friday, is amazed at the lack of information that the authorities have provided them. The police have refused to declare how he was killed, but the reports say that his skull was cracked and his face had been severely beaten. Dustin was a 41 year old, father of two girls and married to a schoolteacher. While the police department affirms that they are doing their best to locate Schozsinsky, Adams’ family asks to know how it was that he killed Dustin and escaped, they also demand for Schozsinky to face court and pay for the murder he committed.

Martin went cold. The article took over half of the page and it made him dizzy. Michael had killed a man, he was free and there was no way of telling where he was, or what he wanted to do. ‘more aggressive and violent than before’ the article stated. He felt like throwing up, he got up and felt dizzier, he took a deep breath and saw Luke had looked up at him worried.

“Martin, what’s wrong?” Luke asked him.

“He killed someone…” he managed to get out.

“Who did?” Luke asked even more worried as he walked up to him and put his hands on Martin’s shoulders. Martin pointed at the opened newspaper with the article and Luke picked it up. Martin sat down on Nate’s bed and started taking deep breaths while he kept his face covered with his hands. “Oh my god…” Luke muttered. Martin looked at him and saw fear in his face as he kept reading. After a few minutes Luke got up and looked just as pale as Martin knew he was himself. “He’s not going to hurt you,” Luke said as he dropped the newspaper and sat next to Martin.

“He killed someone and escaped last Saturday, that newspaper is from two days ago, they haven’t caught him,” Martin said feeling his stomach turn once again.

“How in hell did they wait ‘til then to publish something about it?” Luke asked as he put his arms around Martin.

“It said in the article that the police have been refusing to give information, maybe they got in the way and tried to keep the article from being released before that,” Martin pondered aloud.

“And why the fuck would they do that?” Luke asked.

“I don’t know, Luke what if he tries to hurt you guys or…” Martin said before he started crying.

“He won’t do anything to you, or any of us, Martin look at me,” Luke said as he grabbed Martin’s face and pulled it up so Martin would look at him in the face. “We are going to get information from the police. After all he tried to kill you before, they can’t just deny us information if they know he is out.”

“But they’ve been keeping stuff in, and the article came out Thursday, it says there that he got away last Friday,” Martin said angrily.

“I don’t give a shit, whether they like it or not, they have to tell us something,” Luke retorted.

“There is someone… The therapist, he was supposed to give me counseling, but I refused, it said in the article that he had sessions with Michael, and he was the only one willing to talk…” Martin wondered if the guy would actually help.

“Do you know how to contact him?” Luke asked him.

“Yeah, I’ve got his number upstairs on my cell,” Martin answered.

“OK, you stay here and I’ll…” Luke started saying as he got up.

“NOOO, please don’t leave me alone…” Martin yelled as he started shivering.

“Okay I’m sorry, I can call Julian and ask him to get it and come down here,” Luke said as he sat down next to Martin again.

“Luke I’m so scared…” Martin said before covering his face with his hands again.

“I know buddy, but I’ve got you covered, I swear I won’t let him do anything to you…” Luke started saying as the door opened and a sweaty Nate walked in.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asked halfway through the room as he looked at them.

* * * * *

“I thought they had enough evidence to send him to jail,” Brent said.

“They did, but apparently someone helped him dodge that bullet,” Darryl answered.

“So he’s been free for about a week now?” Julian asked.

“Yeah, and the article was delayed until Thursday, someone didn’t want it to be known,” Luke answered.

“Well what matters now is to find out what the police have been doing about it,” Nate said. He looked around and looked from Becca to Martin. Martin was sitting on Luke’s bed with Julian next to him, one of his arms over Martin’s shoulder. Becca was sitting on Nate’s bed, facing Martin, with Darryl right next to her, holding her hand and Jessie on her other side. Both Martin and Becca had been quite silent since the room had filled up. The dorms were roomy in a way, but for holding two people.

Julian had been the first to get there and the hardest to calm down after reading the article. He kept muttering curses and threats against Michael even after Becca had gotten there with Jessie. Of course, when she walked in and heard Julian say “If Michael just as much comes near you I’ll…” she almost fainted. It took a while to calm her down, and Darryl’s arrival had helped. Now Nate and Luke’s room had eight people inside. Brent was sitting at Nate’s desk chair at the foot of Nate’s bed and Luke was sitting on his own desk chair at the foot of his bed, with Nate standing next to him. Even though they had managed to pile up without much trouble, the abundance of questions or remarks every five seconds was beginning to make it a bit uncomfortable.

“I have seen patrol cars going around the outer parts of school and campus security seems to have doubled their frequency in patrolling,” Brent said.

“Now that you mention it, some of my classmates have mentioned something about that,” Luke said.

“Yeah, even one of my teachers said something about campus security acting as if they were guarding a prison,” Darryl mentioned.

“Yet they never explained why they’ve doubled security did they?” Luke asked.

“I think we should stop talking about all this and give Martin and Becca some peace don’t you think? We’re just making them more nervous,” Brent said as loud as for all of them to hear. His words had an immediate effect. All of them either stopped before they could get what they were about to say out or nodded in agreement.

Martin looked up at Brent. “Thanks, I was getting a bit nervous,” he said. Brent nodded and looked away, but Martin didn’t miss seeing how Brent had looked from him to Julian and then looked down a few seconds later.

“You’re meeting that police therapist in a while aren’t you?” Jessie asked Martin. It was the first time she had talked since she got there with Becca.

“Yeah, in twenty minutes,” Martin answered as he looked at his watch.

“You said he had already given you some information before,” Jessie told him.

“Yeah, but not much, just information he had gotten second-hand. He said it wasn’t even in Michael’s record,” Martin said.

“How can it not be in his record?” Becca asked looking at him. The teary shine of her eyes struck him and was all he needed to budge and say all he knew.

“He said he couldn’t get a good hold of Michael’s record, that he had never been sentenced or the like. But there were accusations against him, sexual abuse, battering, and extortion. All of those accusations were dropped, no legal action was taken against him, but he said this time we did have enough evidence and with his previous accusations, he would be sent to prison,” Martin said, hating the feeling of all of their eyes on him.

“And how the fuck did they overlook that he tried to kill you in front of us?” Brent asked.

“Why didn’t you tell us about what the therapist had told you?” Luke asked, beating Julian who was also dying to ask the same question.

“I didn’t ask why the previous charges were dropped, and I guess it was because of the same reason I didn’t tell you guys what he had told me. I was supposed to get counseling with him, but I never wanted to go, then Luke and Nate got me to go to Aunt Marla’s and so I told him I already had a therapist. He assured me the case was going just fine, he didn’t know for sure because he isn’t a cop, but he did say from all he knew it was being dealt with completely. I guess I was just stupid enough to believe him, or we were both stupid by believing it,” Martin answered.

“You should get going now,” Becca told him.

“Nate care to come with me?” Martin asked.

“What about me?” Julian asked.

“The guy already knows Nate is involved, I don’t want to get you into this whole mess,” Martin whispered back to him.

“It’s ok Jules, we’ll be back shortly,” Nate told him.

“Ok…” Julian said feeling dejected. He felt as if all of them looked down at him for being a year younger than most of them and it made him angry.

“They’ll be ok, we should order food for when they get back. We should all have lunch don’t you think?” Brent asked drawing attention away from Martin and Julian.

“Yeah we can get to that,” Luke said.

“Be careful boys, please,” Becca asked them.

“We will Becky,” Nate answered.

“I’ll be right back babe,” Martin said before giving Julian a quick kiss. Julian smiled at him, feeling less angry and smiling at him as he left with Nate.

* * * * *

As they leaned back against Martin’s car, Nate kept glancing around them. And Martin kept looking at the road next to them, waiting for Dr. Murphy to show up. “I’m a little confused here,” Nate said as they waited.

“About?” Martin asked not looking back.

“Why didn’t you come with Julian, he’s not a boy you know,” Nate answered.

“I know he’s not a boy, that’s not why I asked you. If it had been for that we could say you’re a boy too you know,” Martin shot back.

“Ok, then please do explain,” Nate said a little angry.

“I guess it wasn’t my choice to make, but I didn’t want to get him out here. You know, knowing that Michael could be out there, what if he’d be watching us and sees Julian… He doesn’t have anything to do with this and if anything would happen to him…” Martin said with his voice breaking.

“Martin, he’s not gonna do anything to us, you read the article. He’s violent and aggressive, he might have just gotten lucky when he escaped. For all we know he might screw up anytime now and get busted. Whoever has managed to protect him so far won’t be able to pull it off now that he’s actually killed someone,” Nate tried to assure him.

“I still feel scared to shit man,” he answered.

“Don’t be, I got your back buddy,” Nate said as he wrapped an arm around him.

“You already saved me once and that might have gotten you in danger now,” Martin said tearing up.

“I don’t give a damn. You’re making it sound like I did something amazing and it really wasn’t, I just from my heart,” Nate said.

“It was amazing to me,” Martin said back.

“Well anyways I know you’d do the same for me anytime,” Nate said as he pulled him closer.

Martin smiled and knew Nate was right. Maybe a year before he wouldn’t, but right now he knew he’d put himself in the line of fire for any of his friends. He looked up the road and saw Dr. Murphy getting out of a dark blue car. “Here he comes,” Martin said and Nate straightened out, removing his arm from Martin’s shoulder.

“Mr. Mayfair,” Dr. Murphy said as he approached them and offered a hand for Martin to shake while holding a folder in his other hand. “And this young man would be?” he asked after shaking Martin’s hand and offering the same hand for Nate to shake.

“I’m a friend of Martin,” Nate said giving him a wry smile.

“I don’t feel exactly safe knowing that Michael’s been on the run for a week now,” Martin said giving him a stern look.

“Well that’s understandable,” Dr. Murphy said as he handed the folder to Martin. “That’s my file on Michael Schozsinsky. I am not supposed to hand out that type of information, but in this particular case I will make an exception.”

“This particular case?” Nate asked as Martin opened the file and skimmed through the pages.

“Someone has been covering for Michael Schozsinky since his junior year in high school, and I quite frankly am sick of knowing that the police knew about all of the things he had been accused of and still they have covered his ass,” Dr. Murphy answered.

“Do they have any information on his whereabouts?” Nate asked him.

“The first time I asked, I asked the wrong person, he told me the department was doing their job and I shouldn’t try to meddle in their business. Then I asked someone else and he said they don’t even have a clue,” Dr. Murphy answered.

“You work for the police, won’t you get into trouble for giving me this?” Martin asked as he gestured with his face towards the folder in his hands.

“I might, but I don’t really care if I do. I have an office of my own and patients of my own, I do have a contract with them, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I’d lose it,” Dr. Murphy answered. “Not anymore at least.”

“And why would that be?” Nate asked him.

“Dusty was my friend… and what that motherfucker did to him… I don’t give a shit if I get fired. You kids have the right to know what the police has been hiding.”

“Dusty?... The guard?” Martin asked feeling a lump in his throat.

“Yes, he used to work at the station before he took the prison bus position,” Dr. Murphy answered.

“Do you know how Michael…” Nate was going to ask but Dr. Murphy cut him off.

“Yes, I added a few notes in the file and it’s all there,” Dr. Murphy said.

“You must have some clue of why the police is covering him up,” Martin said and then thought he had been too hasty at asking when he saw the stern look that Dr. Murphy gave him.

“In the file you will be able to see his family information, and if you research you’ll realize that Walter J. Schozsinsky, Michael’s father, has a very prominent position in the governor’s office. Let’s just say that he knows a lot of people in his line of work, people who owe him favors,” Dr. Murphy said before turning around and getting in his car without saying goodbye to him. Martin was shocked and angry at once.

“This is fucking bullshit…” Nate said.

“Aristocracy and bullshit tend to go together,” Martin said shaking his head as he moved to get in his car.

 

[poophead]

wow good story

 

[Craiger]

Wow, Luis,

This story is becoming a real twister. Now, with the Michael element it is evolving into quite a story. Great work. I know it's going to get scarier, so I am going to turn on all my lights and lock my doors...lol

Don't keep us in suspense too long.

Craiger

 

[mexamor]

wow, another edge of your chair chapter....i don't have any nails left....thanks

 

[harry113]

Wow!! Scary stuff!
Thanks Luis, What a chapter!!! I hope they will all come through this ok,
Harry

 

[gmoney]

I think I spent about 12 hours straight reading this story up to now. It is superb! Hope the next installment comes soon. You definitely have me hooked.

 

[arogersb]

Oooh ....... definitely getting creepy. I sure hope the boys (and Becca) get through this Michael menace safely.

Great writing as always. Keep up the good work and I eagerly await the next instalment

 

[subfer1]

I'm sorry I've taken so long with the chapter, but to be honest with you guys, this new semester is killing me. I have class at 7am from monday to thursday, until 10 or 11 each day. On tuesdays I have another class at 10 that goes until 1 and wednesdays and thursdays I have another class from 4 to 7pm. I have a lot of schoolwork and I have obviously not adapted to the change yet. I started working on the new chapter and I will try to have it here by this weekend, if not then please have some patience, I promise I won't leave my boys where they're standing.

 

[robbieadam]

Don't fret subfer, just take as long as you need. It's your story so just post whenever you want, stop apologizing for the lateness. I also forgot to comment on the previous chapter so - Fantastic. You build up the tension so well - I'm looking forward to the next chapter but don't put aside your school work just to get the chapter on by the weekend. Good luck writing.