51. Sweat stained secrets
“I got it!” Anderson exclaimed as he slammed the door behind him.
Carl sat on his bed, squeezing a piece of paper in his palm. He slowly looked up at Anderson, “I’ve got a few things too.” He replied and glanced at his golden wrist watch, “but we can’t talk here.”
He rose to his feet and grabbed Anderson’s wrist, pulling him behind as he walked out of the room. He let go of him outside, staring at the walls and ceiling from under his eyelids. The hall was dimly lit at this time, so he was sure the cameras wouldn’t be able to pick up exactly who it was. Anderson had a lot of questions, especially when Carl opened a door and shoved him in.
Carl glanced up and down the hallway before finally slamming the door and locking it.
“What the hell are we doing here?” Anderson whispered.
Carl’s hand groped on the wall, and he found the switch and flickered the hazy, orange light on. “For some reason, this reminds me of that masked party,” he remarked, watching Anderson’s shy expression with interest, “and don’t worry. There are no cameras in the janitor’s closet.”
Anderson relaxed a bit and his shoulders dropped. Carl revealed a cigarette pack from his pocket and lit one of them. Anderson was thrilled to watch the smoke curl out of his lips eccentrically, but then it got to his nostrils quickly enough and he coughed out profusely.
“Thought you’d have gotten used to this by now,” Carl remarked indifferently.
Anderson shook his head and put as much distance between them as he could in the confined space. “It’s more dangerous for me than it is for you, you know,” Carl only shrugged and puffed out another whiff of smoke. Anderson only shook his head ruefully.
“You said you got something, what is it?” Carl asked and before Anderson could speak, he squinted at him suspiciously, “You fucked Mia? And there you were, acting like it was a big deal.”
“No, I didn’t.” Anderson replied with a stern frown, “And yes, it is a big deal.”
Carl eyed him, “Is it now?”
“Yes. It’s a big deal for me because I am in love with you.”
Carl rolled his eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh, “Love is a pretty strong word, Andie,” he drawled on his name, knowing it’d annoy him. “Well, if you didn’t fuck her, then what do you have? And how exactly did you get it?”
“We talked.”
He arched a brow at him, “You talked?”
“Yes. It didn’t have to be about sex, you know. Unlike Nico, I can have a sensible conversation with Mia.” He remarked spitefully.
Carl smirked, “*Bien joue,*” he remarked with a French accent Anderson had never heard. “Well then, go on. What did this sensible conversation yield?”
“Sam Spears got into a crazy affair recently…”
Anderson had never seen a more menacing smirk than the one engraved on Carl’s face by the time he was done with his story. He suddenly felt horrible, breaking Mia’s promise that he had half-heartedly made. But he assured himself that this *had* to be done. He couldn’t risk anything! Not Carl, not his father, and certainly not Mr. Brimmer.
“Keisha told me a lot. These girls, they know a lot. The chief security is in charge of the watch room. His job is to collect the footage every weekend and send it to the management. Next week Monday is going to be a very dark day at Beale Crest if nothing is done.” Carl revealed to him, “The chief security guard is not an easy man to bribe, plus, the authorities are tripling his salary for this. So, the only way to clear our name is to destroy the footage.”
He picked into his pocket, “While you were busy chattering away with Mia,” he opened his palm and showed Anderson the small compact device no bigger than the size of a USB charger. “I found the spy camera planted in our room. They must have done it during the day. This is a modern one, offers HD video recording. I’m pretty sure they have a footage of us growling like fucking animals.”
Anderson’s cheeks flushed and he looked away, “So, what do we do now?”
Carl rose to his feet, “Today’s Thursday. We will protest on Saturday evening, distract the guards with the other students while you and I will be in the monitor room to destroy that footage of us.”
Anderson’s eyes widened, “I have so many questions! How are you so sure the protest will hold? And how do we find the exact footage of us?”
Carl’s eyes glimmered malevolently, “Oh, don’t you worry, my dear, Anderson.” He grinned, “I’ll have a little chat with our friend, Sam Spears, tomorrow. Then, the rest will be history.”
Anderson swallowed drily; he wasn’t so sure that he had done the right thing. Plus, his anxiety had surged even more. He was supposed to meet Buck that same Saturday! He sighed and rested his back against the wall. Before he could think, Carl’s thick scent clogged his nostrils. His eyes tore open and he saw Carl standing above him.
“C-Carl!” he whispered in a choked voice, “what are you doing?”
“Busy days ahead,” Carl said, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He raised Anderson’s shirt and shoved the lower half into his mouth, “I’ll fuck you when I can. Bite on that and be quiet.”
Anderson groaned and elbowed Carl’s arm before spitting out the cloth. His eyes were wide with fear and hesitation, “What if someone walks by?”
Carl glared at him, “That’s why I placed the fucking gag in your mouth.” He snapped impatiently and shoved it into his mouth again.
Carl whipped his dick out of his pants and spat on the tip of it. He grabbed his dick and caressed Anderson’s butthole with the slimy tip. Anderson closed his eyes and bit into his shirt when he felt the tearing pain roughly gliding into his body. It felt like he was being shredded into two. He screamed into the cloth and Carl’s palm closed over his mouth firmly.
His sweat ran a beeline down his back as Carl’s heated strokes were driving him crazy. He couldn’t mutter a word, his grunts of pleasure and silent pleas muffled into the cloth in his mouth that his saliva quickly moistened. Carl was ruthless in his thrusts, he pounded hard and fast and to prevent himself from also moaning, he bit into Anderson’s shoulder. Like worms, they writhed back and forth, grunting animalistically. Anderson pushed back his waist and then Carl’s dick started to hit a particular spot that drove him crazy.
“Fu-c-ck! Yes! Oh yes!” he groaned shakily and choked on his own saliva when Carl grabbed his neck and squeezed. “Ah…harder…oh yes, Nico! Fuckin-g harder…”
Carl had to cover his mouth again when his shirt fell out of his mouth. He smacked Anderson’s ass, but not as hard as he would have loved to. Carl made sure his hips touched Anderson’s ass with each hard thrust, shoving his entire dick into him. He felt an orgasm lingering at the base of his abdomen, then he really began to thrust harder and faster.
“Ohhh f-fuckkk, yes!” Anderson drawled, losing himself completely. His eyes rolled and he felt his knees buckle. The tearing pain of the raw, unlubricated sex was nothing compared to the pleasure that flooded his entire body.
Carl groaned softly when he released inside Anderson. He smiled to himself when he watched his semen drip slowly out of his butthole like a cream pie.
“Sensational.” He thought to himself and sighed with satisfaction.
He slapped Anderson’s ass and said, “Every night, meet me here, until this whole bullshit clears up.”
Anderson had no objections, and that wasn’t because he didn’t think it was crazy, but he was too weak to utter a word.