Chapter 18

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“You look like you could use it,” he said. “You also look like you don't belong in this bar at all.”

I smirked. “What, because I look too young, or I look too straight?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Which one would flatter you more?”

Ashley’s diatribe against me played again in my mind. “The second one.” I took a drink of my newer pint. It was a million times better than the crap in the pitcher. “I'm Trent.”

He gave me a half-smile. “Jordan. So whatcha drinking about? Bad test? Breakup? STI?”

“Damn, I wish it were any of those. My boyfriend’s disappeared and I have no idea how to get him back.”

He rolled his eyes and brushed his hair back. The same way Josh did. “Bro, I've been there. Sometimes you just have to let go, you know? Guys are gonna let you down in one way or another.” I felt his foot rub up against my leg under the table. I gave him another look over. He wasn't that much older than me and was definitely attractive, plus the beer was getting to my brain.

Eh, what the hell.

My house was dark and quiet as we barged into it, our lips attacking each other like we each had a valuable treasure on the other side of our gums. I was halfway through undoing my belt those who ning n of your madculinity something that had been building within her for months. And now it was finally exploding, aas we entered my bedroom. He gave it a look of all of half a second before announcing “Nice place” and pulling my shirt off of me. I did the same to him, and was met with a perfectly hairless, ridiculously defined set of abs and pecs.

“Jesus, you must work out every day,” I gasped.

“You're one to talk.”

We stood, staring at each other’s body for a few seconds before I dropped my pants and then grabbed his own belt and loosened it. He was hard as a rock, this cock pressing out against his black boxers, though I knew I looked the exact same way. My mind was screaming for clarity, to take some time to sort out every thought running through it, but my baser instincts needed to prevail. Fuck thinking. I just needed to do something. Someone.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed, then hopped on top and continued our make out session. He reached down to my waist and pulled my boxers down, letting my stiff dick out. I felt my tip brushing against his skin, exciting me even more. With one hand still holding me up, I reached with the other and pulled his underwear down, exposing his cock, which sprung up right against mine. I took a sudden hard breath. I was about to cum right then and there.

“Let me taste it,” he gasped. I crawled forward so that my erect penis was right over his chest. He raised his head slightly and began to lick it, each flick of his tongue sending shivers pulsing through my body. Then his whole mouth enveloped it, and I had to actively focus to keep myself from giving in and exploding against his tonsils right then and there.

“I'm so fucking close right now,” I seethed. “You want to take me right here, or do you want me to fuck you?”

He stopped sucking on my cock and lowered his head, so that he was looking me straight in the eyes. “Fuck me.”

I rolled off of him and grabbed a condom and some lube from my dresser. He pulled his underwear all the way off and flipped around on the bed, bending over so that his ass was about two feet off the ground. I tore the condom package open, unrolled it onto my rigid member and splashed on some lube. Fuck him? Yeah, I could fucking do that.

I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself over him. In the streetlight through the window, I could make out my target well enough. I leaned in and was inside him in seconds. He gasped, whether it was in pain, pleasure, or something in between, I have no idea. Another shock wave traveled through every nerve in my body. He was tight, but not uncomfortably so. Not like Josh's ass had felt when I'd played around with it.

Josh.

No, stop thinking about him.

I couldn't. I had to save him.

You can worry about that tomorrow.

Why was I fucking another guy when my boyfriend was in some ex-gay boot camp, being subjected to God knows what's?

Forget him. Enjoy this moment. You deserve it. You need it.

Fuck it all.

My thrusting became harder. Josh—no, Jordan—cried out loudly, but he didn't tell me to stop, and I had no intention of doing so. It wasn't just him I was fucking now. It was Luke, and Matthew, and Ashley, and Cait, and everyone else who'd caused Josh to disappear from my life and gotten in my way when I'd tried to save him. I was brutally tearing into every single one of them, and I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to kill.

“Dude,” Jordan coughed, “slow down. You're going too hard.”

“Ride it out,” I said through clenched teeth. I reached beneath him and started stroking his throbbing cock, which twitched uncontrollably in my hands. My hips kept thrusting, each one bringing a new mental image of someone who was going to pay for all of this. This was no longer about sexual release. This was me finding an outlet for my anger.

“Oh God, I'm really close,” Jordan said, his voice cracking. “Ease up, man.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I snarled.

“Holy shit, no, I-I'm here! I'm coming!” I felt his dick jerk in my hand, but I didn't stop pounding into him as hot semen shot out and onto my bed. I didn't even think about the mess I was going to have to clean up. He wailed loudly as I kept working his cock, my hand not stopping its strokes. If I was gonna make him cum, I was going to completely drain him. “Okay, OKAY. That's enough.”

His whole body collapsed onto the bed, and I knew my time inside his ass was done. Just as I was pulling out, my phone rang. My rigid cock still wearing its shit-covered condom, I fished my phone out of my jeans. It was Cameron. “Hey, I was just talking with Caitlyn, and she told me what happened today. Is everything okay?”

I looked over at the moaning mass of a man sprawled out on my bed. “Not really,” I said.

“Oh. Well look, I’ve finished my assignment, so if you want to meet up I’m free now,” Cameron said. I looked over at my glowing alarm clock. Five minutes to ten. Plenty of time before I had to get to bed.

“Yeah. Why don’t you come over here?”

“Sure thing. See you in a few.”

I hung up and turned back to Jordan. “This was fun, but you have to go now.”

“Oh Lord,” he moaned into my bed. “That was incredible. I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a week.”

“Find a way.” I grabbed a half-empty bottle of water from my dresser, unscrewed the top and splashed him with it. He jolted up and flipped around, glowering at me.

“What was that for?” Now he was moving.

“I told you. You need to go. Now.”

“Why? Like, did you even cum?”

I looked down at my still-erect cock. “I’ll jack off later.” I grabbed his clothes off my floor and threw them at him. “Please. Just get out of here.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes as he grabbed his boxers and started to put them on. “Can we at least do this again? Or even just grab a coffee some time? You’re really cool.”

“Probably not.” I delicately peeled the condom off my penis, trying not to get any of his feces on my fingers, and dropped it in the garbage can. “I told you, I have a boyfriend.”

“You told me your boyfriend was missing or something.”

“Yeah.” I rubbed a few tissues on my dick and then began to put my own clothes on. “And now I have to rescue him.”

He shook his head. “You guys are all the same.”

I huffed. “We both know that’s not true. According to you, I’m much better.”

He’d clearly had enough of my snark, and he finished dressing and left my house in silence. Just as Jordan disappeared into the darkness of the street, Cameron pulled up to the curb in his parents’ sedan. “Rough day?” he asked as he walked inside. I hadn’t cleaned up at all after fucking Jordan, and I'm sure it showed.

“I’ve had better.” I led him into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. He turned down an offer for the same. “I assume Cait told you what had happened at our meeting today?”

“She told me that your idea for saving Josh was rejected, and that you were attacked by a few of the others for things that had happened last year.”

I sighed and sat down. “I’m not homophobic.”

“I would never accuse you of that.”

“I just… I was going through a rough patch. I was still closeted, and I was confused about how I felt, and I saw the Pride flag and… I don’t know, I just got really upset. Here I was, trying to figure out how a guy who’d thought he was straight up until he was sixteen is supposed to come out and accept who he is.” I looked up at Cameron. “And now I’m finally comfortable with myself, and the first guy I’ve ever really liked goes missing and all my supposed friends can’t look past an incident that occurred a year ago.”

Cameron was silent for a second, pushing his lips together and looking at me. “Can I make an observation?”

“Of course.”

“I know we only met a few days ago, and you’re under a ton of stress right now, but, honestly Trent, you’re kind of full of yourself.”

I blinked twice. “Oh?”

He hesitated. “It’s just, you talk about yourself non-stop. Your hockey games. Your workouts. How much you can lift. Even when it comes to saving Josh, it’s always been about how you can do it. Like you want nothing more than to be the hero. His hero.”

“Well sure, but it’s because he’s—”

Cameron held up his hand. He wasn’t done. “And when you do stop talking about yourself, it’s to put down other people. You’ll make fun of them for being less fit or less attractive or less masculine than you. Or different from you at all, really. ” He looked down. His voice became choked. “When I told you I wasn’t attracted to guys or girls, you asked if I was even a human.”

I flinched. “C’mon, it was a joke—”

“It wasn’t funny.” He looked back up. His eyes were watery. “I spent years wondering what was wrong with me, why I never had a romantic interest in anyone, all while the world told me that falling in love was the most important thing that could ever happen to me. Then as I start to accept it, my new friend, the star hockey player, makes a joke about it.” He held his hands up. “And that was after you got wasted the night before we went to the courthouse. Or should I ask you about the guy I just saw leaving your house and why this whole place smells like sex? Did you fuck him? Did you seriously fuck a guy in the middle of your hunt to save your boyfriend?”

I opened my mouth but couldn’t find the words to say. Finally, I managed to get two words out: “I’m sorry.” My head dropped. “Fuck, you’re right. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have… I don’t know what…” I brought my hands up to my face. “If you don’t want to be part of this, I understand.” At that moment, I didn’t even want to help me. He was right. I’d been a complete asshole to him. And Cait.

And Josh.

Cameron flicked his fingers against the table. “Well, fortunately for you, this situation you’re in has been the most exciting thing I’ve done in years. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you’re persistent as hell. If I back out, you’ll still find some way to do it.”

I coughed a laugh and looked back up at him. “You’re not wrong.”

“So yes, I’m in this to the end.” He smiled lightly. “But when this is over, it’d be nice if you could learn as much about my life as I have about yours.”

“Absolutely. Yes.” I nodded furiously. “Can you tell me something interesting right now?”

“My cousin is the only Black Congressman in our state right now. I did all the photography for his campaign.”

“That’s cool.”

“I like to think so.” He leaned in over the table. “So, how are we going to save Josh?”

It was music to my ears. “Let me grab my stuff, and then we can talk strategy.” I ran back up to my room, where I was met with the stench of fresh semen. Right. That. I pulled my sheets off my bed and put them in the wash, then grabbed the pictures and maps from my bag and brought them back to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make some coffee. We need a plan to get in there, get Josh, and get out. And we need it for tomorrow.”