*** Message from the author
So I know people are waiting for sequel to Unlikely given the number of
people who have told me to hurry the fuck up, but I didn"t really want to spend
that much time on writing and having to reference a story I wrote a couple
months ago, so be patient, it should come in the next month or two.
As with Unlikely, this isn"t a story that should be read by people who just
want to read about a lot of people fucking. Yes, there is sex, but it is not the
primary focus of the story. Many characters are not even depicted having sex.
-gasp-
So I feel like including this disclaimer now, because otherwise hoards of
assholes are bound to complain. This is a work of FICTION. Therefore, I can
throw caution to the wind and make people fall deeply in love in a matter of
days. Shut up about it. I could do the annoying time lapse thing and go ~3
months later~ every couple paragraphs, but really, that would be annoying and I
would need to set the situation again every single time and this just makes it
read better and makes my life easier.
Again, thanks for reading, feedback is appreciated!
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Hmm, if I"m going to tell you all this maybe I should at least let you know a
little bit about me. My mom was killed when I was seven. Everyone knew it was my
dad"s drug dealer, since he owed a lot of money, which he couldn"t pay, and the
man just about admitted it. Of course, he knew what he was doing and after
months of trying to put together a case against him the police more or less gave
up. It"s still considered open but I don"t think anyone has opened the file for
about ten years.
I"m eighteen. I have short brown hair and blueish green eyes. I have a pretty
good body, though I definitely wouldn"t win a marathon or pass as a body
builder. I"ve always had good teeth, which is somewhat of a miracle given that
my family could never afford dentist appointments for me, even when my mom was
alive. I had been lucky and was sent to Stuyvesant for high school. I had got
one of the highest marks on the entrance exam they had seen from anyone in my
area. I had never thought of myself as immensely smart person, just smarter from
the other dumb asses who inhabited my area. I suppose I was just more driven
than everyone else. I accredit it to the fact that in middle school I had always
studied more than everyone else, and the same happened in high school. I was not
going to stay in this dump, and I was not going to repeat my dad"s mistakes.
This month it was going to be harder than usual to cover all the costs, and
as usual my father was one of the biggest obstacles. I had the rent money in one
of my shoes. I should have known better than to leave money in our dump of an
apartment unattended but I wasn"t thinking. My dad found it and used it to buy
some cocaine or something, so we were going to be evicted. On top of that he was
high and was pissed at me for hiding money from him, so he decided to beat me. I
could probably have fought back and done some damage, but I had long since
resigned myself to it. I didn"t really have any options. I could go to a loan
shark but then I would need to pay him back as well as the rent next month, it
wasn"t an option.
I had decided to try theft. For some reason I had felt drawn to this
apartment. That"s how I found myself here.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on a couch, no surprise; I slept on one
since the small dumpy apartment my dad and I shared only had one bed. It seemed
more comfortable than usual. I looked around. This was definitely not my
apartment, the walls were painted, not covered in ripped wallpaper, and it
smelled clean, unlike my apartment which smelled like a sour combination of
mold, desperation, and my father"s cigarettes, one of his many habits I swore
from a very young age never to pick up. It took me a while to remember. Looking
at me from a chair across the room was a man. He reminded me of someone, but for
the life of me I couldn"t figure out who it was. He looked like he had seen a
ghost. I had bumped something and probably woken him up. I"d guess was about
twenty-two. I had a large bump on my head from where he had hit me to knock me
out. I had tried to rob him. Apparently I"m not great at theft.
I looked down, seeing my shirt under which the scar from years earlier was
finally starting to disappear. I had a flashback to the night about three years
ago my dad caught me and Doug, my then boyfriend, kissing on the couch.
It was sort of weird how we met. I was walking home from my after school job
working at McDonalds, which I hated, by the way. It was about four blocks from
the subway stop to my apartment, four very sketchy blocks that I would be
terrified to walk in the dark and would do almost anything to avoid. Anyway, I
was about half way home when I saw him walking towards me, well, towards the
subway stop on a path that happened to be opposite to mine. He was dressed
nicely, in a private school uniform and had a leather satchel draped over his
shoulder. No one who knew anything about this neighborhood would ever walk
through it wearing anything remotely nice. He was a walking target. He was
gorgeous though, he looked to be about 6"1" and had short blonde hair and
actually flashed me a smile. About a block behind him I saw three guys coming up
behind him quickly, they looked like they were about to mug him, a sight you
learn to recognize when it"s as common as it is here. Usually if a rich kid was
about to get mugged, I wouldn"t give a shit, but for some reason I decided to
help him out, by help him out, I mean grab him by the hand and tell him to
follow me. At first he resisted but when I pointed across the street at the
group of three very large sketchy men moving towards him he understood why. We
ran a couple blocks and made it to the subway stop and got on the train right
before the door closed. We were lucky for the timing because the train pulled
away right as the thugs jumped the turnstiles.
"Hey, come back to my apartment with me, I want to give you something to say
thanks."
"It"s fine, it wasn"t a big deal."
"It was a big deal, please, I really want to say thanks."
"Fine, out of curiosity, what the hell were you doing in that part of town?" I
asked with a combination of concern and confusion as we headed towards Manhattan
from the Bronx.
"My older brother is a student at Fordham, I was visiting him and forgot where
the subway stop was. I"m Doug by the way" Fordham is an enigma, it"s a good
school with a beautiful campus located directly across the street from one of
the sketchiest areas in the five boroughs.
"I"m Henry."
A fat guy got up off the bench at the end of the car we happened to be at. It
was easily large enough for one person but was a tight squeeze for two.
"You can have it." I was fine with standing.
He sat down and gestured for me to join him.
"I"m kind of exhausted from that, do you mind if I close my eyes for a minute?"
He laid his head on my shoulder; I didn"t think much of it.
"Sure."
"Ok, wake me when we"re approaching the 77th street stop."
His apartment was really nice. It was on Park Avenue up about ten stories.
The elevator was broken so we had to take the stairs. The entire time I found
myself staring at his ass. I had expected some money or something, but when we
got there he took me by the hand and pulled me past his parents" room and
brother"s room to his, closed the door, and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I was surprised, though not in an unpleasant way, I just
wasn"t expecting it.
"I"m giving you your reward. Do you like it, right?"
Instead of answering I pushed him onto his bed, climbed on top of him, and
kissed him. "What do you think?"
That was all he needed to hear. He pulled me down next to him and rolled on top
of me. Within seconds he had both our shirts off and was kissing my neck. He
kissed down to my nipple and circled it with his tongue several times before
biting it softly. I groaned softly. He then kissed down to my pants and started
to undo them. He started to kiss my dick through my underpants which were now
wet with precum.
The front door opened.
A woman"s voice came from the entrance "Hi, Doug, are you home?"
"Shit that’s my mom, put your clothes back on." "Yeah, I"m here, I have a
friend!"
"Who is it?"
"His name"s Henry, you don"t know him."
We had got our clothes back on and were sitting at his computer when she came
in. Unsurprisingly, she looked rich. She had some makeup on, was wearing a
designer suit and carried a Prada bag that was clearly real, unlike the ones
some of the women who lived near me carried. She wore a wedding ring and her
engagement ring was probably worth more than most cars. Her necklace and
earrings weren"t exactly cheep looking either.
"Henry is my mom, Anne Gaskey, mom, this is Henry."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Gaskey." I got up to shake her hand. Manners was
something my mom had managed to instill in me before she was killed, it
definitely did not come from my father, who probably would have just burped at
her or something.
"Oh please, call me Anne."
"So I don"t believe I recognize you, are you from Doug"s school?"
"Actually, he kind of saved me from some thugs. I don"t know what would have
happened if not for him." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I was dumbfounded
that he would let his mom see that, it may have been before my dad nearly killed
me, but even now I was going to avoid letting him know I was gay at all costs.
She just smiled.
"Well then, you"re more then welcome here any time. Are you staying for the
night?"
"I"m not sure I should."
Doug winked at me as his mom was straightening something on his desk. "Come on,
stay the night."
"Well I suppose I can"t say no to that."
His dad got home around 8 pm and we sat down to eat. I don"t think I had ever
eaten as well as I did that night, up until that point at least. Roast beef,
mashed potatoes, and a tossed salad. Even for Christmas, the roast my
grandmother made was definitely not even half the quality of that one, and
servings were about a third the size. I managed to make it through most of the
meal without talking much about my home life. As the maid, yes they had a maid,
probably should have mentioned that, cleared the plates, Mr. Gaskey asked, "So
what"s your family like?" Shit, busted. I gave them the summary. From the
reaction I might as well have said my entire family died in a car crash when I
was three and I was forced to live with my horrible aunts who made me live in
the basement and work in the garden. Actually, now that I think about it, I can
kind of relate to James from James and the Giant Peach. By the time we finished
dinner and sitting around talking and had endured about as much pity as any
human being should ever need to, it was about ten. Doug"s parents apparently
were early risers and for them ten pm was about as much as they could take.
We went back to his room and sat on the edge of his bed. By the way, they
were fine with us sharing a bed. There is no way in hell my dad would be ok with
that. He kissed my lips. "Now where were we before my mom came in?" He pulled my
shirt off over my head and then pulled his own off. In seconds we were both
ripping our pants off. He straddled my waist and wrapped his arms around my neck
and kissed my lips. My dick was completely hard and dripping precum like a
faucet. "What can I give my hero to say thank you for saving me?" He winked at
me.
I briefly came back to my reality. Couch, chair, unfamiliar guy, room, passed
out again.
It had been about a month since I saved Doug from getting mugged and maybe
killed. I had become a regular fixture at his apartment; his parents would
almost assume I was there when they came home.
I"d only met his older brother once, and that was in passing. He was home for
the weekend and I had come by to see Doug. He was even better looking than Doug.
He had come out in a towel and claimed not to have realized I was there. I found
myself mesmerized by him. He was about 6"2 and had a swimmer"s build and styled
short blonde hair. I wouldn"t have been surprised to see him on an Abercrombie &
Fitch billboard.
"You just wanted to come show off that you"re better looking than me."
"Well I am, why not flaunt it?"
"Because my boyfriend is here. You always try to do this." Oh, he was also gay.
"You"re right, I totally want to steal your boyfriend, and guys who are four
years younger than me are totally what I"m looking for."
"Well, I can hardly blame you for wanting this one." With that Doug wrapped his
arms around me and kissed me. I learned later that what had just transpired was
somewhat of an inside joke with them and was absolutely not serious. I knew from
Doug that they were really close, and told each other almost everything, which
meant that I knew he already knew basically everything there was to know about
me, and I mean absolutely everything, before he had seen me, and probably had
seen about fifty pictures of us from Doug"s phone. Doug thought that we would
get along really well and that if I was a couple years older, he might be
worried that his brother actually would try to steal me away. From the way he
said it I was pretty sure he wasn"t entirely kidding.
One day Doug said he wanted to see my apartment. I told him it was a dump and
really wasn"t worth seeing, and, if it were possible, I would never see it again
in my life.
"Oh come on, you basically live in my apartment now, I want to see where you go
when you leave."
"You do remember what happened the last time you were in my neighborhood,
right?"
"Don"t worry, I"ll dress the part, no one will know the difference, besides,
I"ll have my hero there to protect me." He kissed me as he said that. He knew
how to get what he wanted from me.
"Fine, we can go tomorrow morning, but I"m spending the night with you." I
suggested that because I knew the next day was the day my dad was supposed to be
in Atlantic City. Yes, he gambled too; doesn"t my dad sound like a real winner?
The next morning we woke up and walked to the subway, took the 6 train down,
got off at the correct stop, and walked to my apartment. We got there without
incident. I put my key in the door, kicked it a couple times, and it finally let
us in. I gave him the grand tour, which took approximately seven seconds, and
sat down on the couch to watch TV on our twelve-inch screen that only had twenty
channels and was grainy. He put his hand on my thigh and his head on my
shoulder. I loved feeling his body against mine. The show ended and nothing else
was on so we just sat there. It sounds boring, I know, but it wasn"t. Just being
in physical contact with him was exhilarating. I took his hand in mine and
brought it to my mouth. Then I kissed each fingertip before gently starting to
suck on them. He got the message and was immediately on top of me taking his
shirt off. Our timing couldn"t have been worse. As soon as his shirt hit the
floor I heard the door open. My dad was on the other side. He was clearly high,
and the fact that he was back so quickly from the casinos meant that it had been
a bad day, even by his horribly low standards. He looked from Doug, to me, and
then back to Doug. I felt like I was going to vomit. Dad started moving towards
us. I got between Doug and my father and told Doug to run. He started swinging
at me as Doug ran out the door. I wanted to run away with him but my father
punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain.
Dad said if he ever saw me kissing a guy again, he would kill me, and that if
I ever talked about Doug, or he ever saw Doug again, he would track Doug down
and kill him. Then to prove it he beat me within an inch of my life. I believed
him... I believe him.
"So what"s your name?" He spoke and brought me back from my thoughts.
I stared at the ceiling.
"Actually, you don"t need to tell me it, I know it"s Henry." Shit, I brought my
wallet; did I have an ID in there?
"I"m Matt." He smiled at me like I was supposed to recognize it.
I still didn"t respond.
"I can see the bruises on your arms, and the black eye is kind of obvious."
I didn"t realize how bad I looked until this point. I knew I had got the shit
kicked out of me, but it was such a regular thing that I guess I didn"t even
think about how it made me look.
"It looks like you got the shit kicked out of you. Your father?" People always
assume it"s the father. The fact that it was correct had no bearing. The fact
that he guessed correct didn"t even register as a blip on the radar.
"It"s not a big deal." I didn"t mean it but if there is one thing I hate more
than my father, it"s pity.
"Look, I really don"t want to call the police on you. I know you don"t have a
lot of options, but I need you to talk to me." He genuinely looked like he
cared. It wasn"t the obligatory sort of thing people say when they see someone
beat up. He seemed like he really wanted to help.
"I... I..." I broke down crying. I hadn"t cried for years, I wasn"t even aware I
was still able to. I felt even worse for crying in front of this rich kid who
probably had his parents paying for this apartment and probably had never wanted
for anything.
He got up and crossed the room, then sat down next to me.
"What happened to you?"
I don"t remember what happened next, I"m pretty sure I just passed out.
I woke up in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed. Matt was in the chair next
to me, it took me a while to remember what happened. "Sorry about that, I had to
explain what happened when I called the ambulance. I"m not pressing charges but
they insisted you be cuffed."
"What happened?"
"You were bleeding internally and had a couple broken ribs. You should make a
full recovery but they want to keep you a while for observation."
"It"s ok, I"ll be fine, I need to go, and my dad will be worried." That was a
lie. I could disappear and my dad wouldn"t notice I was gone until he was
evicted because the rent hadn"t been paid. I didn"t want to admit that I didn"t
have any money or insurance. There was no way I could pay the hospital bill.
"The doctor was pretty insistent, you can borrow my cell if you want to call
your dad."
I stared at the ceiling.
"You"re sure that is the reason?"
Now I was just ashamed of how little my father cared.
"He really wouldn"t be. He probably doesn"t even know I"m gone. He won"t
notice I"m missing even when the landlord comes tomorrow looking for the rent
and dad will just be high as a kite, like he always is, and probably go berserk
again. Then we"ll be evicted, which sounds a lot worse than it is, since our
apartment is a shit hole anyway and sometimes I think I"d rather live on the
street, then I wouldn"t have to deal with his shit anymore at least." A tear
rolled down my cheek.
"Shit." It was all Matt could get out. He was probably expecting something bad,
but nothing like that. There was something akin to pity in his stare. Not the
normal "I feel so bad for you" pity that I was so accustomed to from people who
saw how bad it was. It came with a desire to help.
I passed out again.
When I came to, Matt was gone. I was disappointed, he had been the first
person who genuinely seemed to care I had met in a while. What"s more, he cared
despite how we had met, me trying to rob him. Maybe he just felt bad for hitting
me so hard that I needed to be hospitalized, even though I suppose I probably
deserved it. I noticed the handcuffs were gone. I sat up on the edge of the bed.
I had to get out of there. I was trying to figure out where the hell my clothes
were when I heard a knock at the door. A nurse came in to check on me. She
looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and very attractive.
"We"re going to want to keep you another twenty-four hours for observation."
"Umm... I can"t really afford that, I don"t have any money or insurance."
"The guy who was with you said he would pay for it." I was shocked; I had most
definitely not done anything to warrant that.
"Do you know where he went?"
"He had to go with the police to fill out some forms saying he wasn"t pressing
charges against you and to make a statement, did you guys have a lover"s quarrel
or something?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You don"t need to hide it, I"ve seen him around you."
"He"s not my boyfriend." That didn"t mean I wouldn"t want him to be, from what
little I knew of him he was basically perfect.
"Well you should definitely nab him, he"s a catch, and he"s hardly left your
side."
"How long have I been here anyway?"
"Three days." My jaw dropped. I had been awake for about ten minutes of it
total.
"I"ll be back later to check on you again, there is a button beside the bed, if
you need anything press it and one of the nurses will come as quickly as
possible."
She walked out the door. The knowledge that Matt was coming back made my desire
to leave disappear. I lay back down and closed my eyes.
A few minutes later the door opened again, this time it was Matt. He came in
and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Welcome back."
"How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts a lot, but besides that I"m fine.
"Why are you even being nice to me, all I ever did to you was try to rob you."
"I"ll explain later. You should rest."
That was all the convincing I needed. I was out like a light.
The observation period ended and they released me. Matt signed some papers
saying he would pay, for some reason still well beyond my comprehension. He
hailed a taxi. The entire way to his apartment we were silent. When we got there
he told me to sit on the couch. I didn"t argue. He went to a closet and pulled
out a cell phone, which I immediately recognized as Doug"s. It was then that I
noticed a picture on the end table. It was Doug, Mr. and Mrs. Gaskey, and Matt.
I realized immediately who Matt was. It was Doug"s older brother. I felt a bit
ashamed I hadn"t recognized him sooner. I had seen him in a lot of pictures in
his family"s apartment, though I had never actually met him myself. For a moment
I was hopeful I might be able to see Doug again. Then I saw the look on Matt"s
face.
"What the hell is going on?"
Now it was his turn to cry.
"What is going on... What the hell is going on?"
"Doug... and our parents... they died a year ago."
I felt like someone had driven a spike through my heart. Three of the nicest
people I knew... Doug who I still loved... Dead. I still had hoped somehow my
dad would be removed from the equation and I would be able to find Doug again.
Failing in that, I would have at least wanted him to be happy, to find a guy to
spend his life with, maybe adopt some kids or something. He deserved better than
to die.
"What happened?" I was in tears too now
"They were driving home from the house Hamptons. A drunken guy swerved into them
and drove them into the embankment. Mom and Dad were dead when the ambulance
arrived. Doug survived a couple days but died from complications. He kept asking
for you in the hospital. I had tried to find you but he couldn"t remember how to
get to your apartment or your phone number, the crash had caused some brain
trauma." I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. How could I not have been
there for him? "He couldn"t stop talking about you. The three days he laid in
that hospital bed were nothing but Henry, Henry, Henry. In the end he started
talking to me like I was you. I couldn"t bear to correct him."
"Stop... Please stop. I can"t listen to this. I can"t even think about this."
I was crying hysterically at this point, as was Matt. For a while we just sat
there crying.
"He loved you more than anything you know." Matt finally managed to speak again.
"How could I not be there for him, how could I have let him down like that?"
"You couldn"t have known, you hadn"t talked in months."
"And that makes it better? We hadn"t talked because I was afraid of my father. I
wasn"t there for his final moments because I had been too afraid of my drugged
out father to leave. Your parents had even said I could move in, but I was too
afraid of my goddamn father." I was almost saying this under my breath. I could
barely manage to form words between the grief, guilt, and rage.
"I"m going to kill him." I finally managed to speak again. I meant it too.
"What?"
"I"m going to kill that bastard."
"Your father?"
"Yeah, its because of him I didn"t get to see Doug again. Because he is a
drugged out, gambling, drinking, smoking, abusive, sociopath. He doesn"t have a
single redeeming quality. The world would be better without him."
"You can"t kill him."
"Watch me."
"What would Doug have wanted?" I knew he was right, Doug would never have wanted
me to do that.
"I can"t live with him. I can"t be near him. I can"t speak to him. I don"t
even want to think of him anymore."
"Ok, that"s fine. You can stay here if you want. Doug would have wanted me to
let you stay here."
"I couldn"t do that, I couldn"t pay rent or anything."
"It"s fine, my brother would have wanted it. And if you want to pay, I"m sure I
can think of ways that you can help out."
"I"m not sleeping with my dead boyfriend"s brother."
"I meant with chores and cleaning, smart ass. Besides, I have an extra room and
haven"t been able to find someone to split the apartment with who I like
anyway."
"When did you move here anyway, why not stay in the old apartment?"
"Too many memories of my family, I couldn"t step inside without breaking down
and crying." I probably would do the same if I went in there.
"Come on, let"s go get your stuff."
We got to my apartment with a suitcase to put my stuff in at about 8 pm. I
hoped my dad would be out. We were going to be evicted soon anyway so moving in
with Matt seemed like a godsend. I climbed the six flights of stairs with Matt
carrying the suitcase right behind me. When I got to the door I hesitated before
putting the key in. What if he"s there? What do I say? What do I do?
"Come on, Henry, just put the key in."
I put the key in and turned it. Then the customary several kicks, and the door
gave way.
"Wait on the couch, my clothes are in the bedroom, I"ll be right back, I don"t
have much to pack anyway." He turned the TV on.
I walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and didn"t notice my
dad lying on the bed getting high.
"Where have you been, boy?”
"None of your business."
"You"re my son, boy, that makes it my business."
"I"m moving out, it"s not your business anymore. Fuck off."
"What did you say to me?"
"Fuck. Off."
He was not happy. I"m never sure what drugs he"s high on at any given time,
but right now I was guessing whatever it was made him quicker to anger than
usual.
"You have a lot of nerve. You didn"t pay the rent this month, you disappeared
for a couple days, and now you come back here to say you"re leaving for good. I
bet you"ve been off with that fag of yours." He kicked me to the floor. I curled
up into a ball and tried to protect my body and head with my arms and legs.
"You fucking thieving fag. There"s only one way to deal with fags." He pulled
his knife out. The only solace I took was that at least if I was dead I could be
with Doug again, or, if it all just ends, at least I wouldn"t have to be haunted
by his loss.
"I"m gonna kill you, and then I"m gonna find your faggy boyfriend, and kill him
too." He kicked me again. He was going to make this hurt. He drew his leg back
to kick me again when I heard a thud, and then a louder one. I opened my eyes to
see Matt standing over my father holding a pan from the kitchen.
"Are you OK, Henry?" He helped me stand up.
"I"ll be fine, can we get out of here?" I was in a lot of pain and probably
should have gone to the hospital, but I had spent the last several days in one.
I just wanted to get out of there, and never come back.
"No, we"re calling the police, I"m not letting your father come after you."
He got out his cell phone and called 911. I reluctantly stayed.
"My friend and I were trying to pick his stuff up from his apartment, his dad
was high and attacked him. If I weren’t here he probably would have been killed.
I knocked the guy out but if we could get a police officer over here or
something that would probably be good."
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"Henry, what"s the apartment"s address?"
I gave it. He passed it on.
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"Ok, thank you." He hung up. "There is a patrol car a couple blocks away,
they"ll be here in a couple minutes."
"I hope they"re fast." I looked at my dad"s unconscious body on the floor and
gripped my chest; it hurt from the repeated kicks. We carried him to the couch
and I held onto the knife. I forgot that my dad keeps a gun under the couch.
"They"re sending an ambulance too."
"I"m fine." I winced as I said that.
"Just let them check you out, he might have broken one of your ribs or
something."
"Fine, but I"m not spending another night in a hospital, I don"t want to have to
listen to nurses running through the hall all night."
"At least you got a bed, I was in a chair." He smiled at me. He had his
brother"s smile that could make me do anything.
There was a knock at the door, I checked through the peephole to see a badge, so
I opened the door. I opened the door to a cop that was almost a comical
character of a New York City officer.
We were busy explaining what had happened and didn"t notice my dad wake up.
BANG
I turned and saw my father fall to the floor, the left side of his head was a
crater, and the area to his left was splattered with blood. He had done a brief
stint in jail a couple years ago, and said he would never go back, I guess he
thought with a cop at his front door it was his only out. I felt sick. I hated
my dad and I wanted him dead but the sight was too much for me. The officer took
us out of the apartment and radioed for them to send the coroner. When the EMT
arrived, he checked me out and told me I was fine. Then we were taken back to
the station and they took our statements. I just wanted to go back to Matt"s
apartment.
Before I continue, maybe I should give a description of this apartment. I
probably should have mentioned earlier that it was actually the penthouse and
that it was located across the street from Central Park. Basically this
two-bedroom apartment was worth about the same amount as a large chunk of any
small to medium sized state of your choosing. I maybe didn"t explain quite how
rich Matt and Doug"s parents were. They had four houses each of which cost more
than most people make in a lifetime. Their yearly income was eight digits, and
while their net worth didn"t quite total a billion, in a couple more years it
would have. Neither had trusted investment bankers and had put their money into
gold. This was fortunate since in the last couple years, the price of gold has
tripled. What was already a very large fortune became a very, very, very large
one in a matter of a couple of years, and in large part because like shiny
metal. I should also say that Matt is fairly quiet about his money, as were his
parents. If you saw him on the street you would probably think him upper class,
but by no means loaded. He dressed well, but in a way someone who worked of a
hundred thousand dollar yearly income supporting a family of four could. It
wasn"t that money was an object, clearly it wasn"t; he just didn"t want to
flaunt it.
Matt had decorated his apartment himself in the kind of modern style expected
of someone his age who has one of the most desirable apartments in New York
City. It was actually really nice, and within a couple weeks, I began to expect
that anyone who came into the apartment for the first time would compliment him
on the decorating job. To get in one either needed to have a key for the
elevator, or would get out of the rear door of the elevator and forced into a
small room that housed a doorbell and a couch. Upon entering the apartment,
either from the elevator or the door, one entered a large room that was both the
kitchen and sitting area. The kitchen was astonishingly well equipped, since one
of Matt"s ways of coping with the loss of his family had been to try to learn to
cook. He learned to cook but it didn"t help with the loss. The sitting area was
a large semicircular leather couch oriented around a TV that looked like it
might have been right at home in a sports stadium so that fans could see the
action even if they were in the nosebleeds. Like most twenty-two year olds with
a y-chromosome, he had an X-Box hooked up to his TV and it was used regularly.
There was a balcony extending all the way around the apartment with a hot tub,
though someone had fucked it up at a party he had thrown a couple days earlier,
and he needed to get a repair man to fix it, something he would neglect to do,
until I finally took it upon myself to call the guy.
Matt"s bedroom was huge. It had a sitting area that was more for show and to
occupy space than for actual use. Matt had a king sized bed on either side of
which were two identical walk in closets that seemed to be able to hold enough
clothes for someone to have a different outfit for every day of the year. Matt
had left one unused, but said he was considering converting it if he could ever
figure out what to convert it to. The master bathroom was beautiful, with a
marble counter at the sink and brass faucets. The shower was large enough that
someone could lie down in the center facing any direction and not touch a wall.
On the other side was a bathtub that would come to be used rather frequently.
There was obviously a toilet, as well as a bidet that Matt had installed after
he bought the apartment to clean out the ass as was needed. The room I was to
sleep in was less extravagant, though it still seemed like a palace relative to
anything I had ever slept in, so I wasn"t complaining. The fact that I was
actually sleeping on a bed, let alone a queen sized one, was more than enough.
When we finally got there it was about two AM. Matt let me use the shower
first as he put my stuff in the extra bedroom. It was good to feel the warm
water. I sat down and cried. After what I can only assume was a long time (I
wasn"t really paying attention) he knocked on the door.
"You ok in there?"
"Ye... Yeah."
"You don"t sound ok."
"I"m... I"m... I"m fine."
"You"re clearly not fine. I"m coming in." He opened the door and saw me sitting
in the shower sobbing and visibly shaking. I think I looked even worse than I
sounded.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Fi... Fine."
He stripped down to his underwear and got in the shower with me. He sat down
next to me and wrapped hugged me. It felt good to feel another person"s arms
around me. I put my head on his shoulder. I remembered Doug laying his head on
my shoulder, or chest, or lap when he was alive and we were together. I felt
guilty for being like that with Matt. Why did I feel guilty? We weren"t doing
anything; it was platonic... wasn"t it? I didn"t feel anything Matt, did I?
Crap... Would that even be wrong? Would that be betraying Doug?
"You feeling any better?" I had stopped shaking by this point.
"Yeah, I"m just thinking."
"About Doug?"
"You could say that."
"What about?"
"It"s just a lot to take in... He"s dead, and has been dead for a while. Even
though we never really had a break up, we clearly weren"t together; we hadn"t
seen each other in a couple years. I"m not sure if it would be betraying him to
move on."
"Well why would that be a betrayal? He would want you to be happy. For a while I
wondered if it was fair for me to enjoy my life when my family is all gone. I
realized that I should be grateful to be alive, and that they wouldn"t want me
to spend my life punishing myself for being alive. He would want you to be
happy, you deserve to be happy."
"He might think it was a betrayal if it was with his older brother." I said
it before I realized what I was saying or to whom I was saying it. I lifted my
head off his shoulder and my face turned beet red. I braced for the worst.
"No, he wouldn"t think it was a betrayal at all." He leaned over and kissed my
lips. "He would be happy that two of his favorite people were going to make each
other happy."
I smiled. I knew he was right, Doug would have wanted me to be happy. He would
have wanted us both to be happy. "Do you want to go to bed then?"
He didn"t even bother replying. Instead, he turned the shower off, picked me up,
and carried me to his room, and laid me down on the bed. It wasn"t until this
point that I noticed his dick was huge. He pulled off his underwear revealing a
thick ten-inch dick. I should point out that I"m no slouch in that department
with an eight-inch dick, but still, I had nothing on Matt. I was incredibly
turned on by it but was a little scared. He climbed on top of me and began
kissing me.
"Um... Matt?"
"Yeah, babe?" He kissed my neck.
"I... um... I... Even with Doug, I never actually had sex, we gave each other
blow jobs and stuff, but we didn"t ever actually have sex."
"That"s fine, I won"t go any farther than you"re comfortable with."
"Ok."
"But by the time I"m done with you, you"re going to be begging for me to fuck
your brains out with my big cock." Doug had never talked like that. I was hugely
turned on by it, and he could tell.
He kissed my lips, separating my lips with his and exploring the inside of my
mouth with his tongue. He was a great kisser. He then kissed along my jaw line
down to my neck and then to my nipple. He bit me softly and started to squeeze
the other one with his fingers. My dick was standing fully erect at this point
and leaking precum.
"Your dick is looking pretty tasty right now. It seems to want some attention."
"I think that would be pretty accurate."
"Well, it would be a shame to ignore such a treat."
He put the head in his mouth and started circling it with his tongue. Then he
deep throated the entire thing, burying his face in my pubes. How he managed to
fit all of it in his mouth was beyond me, but it felt amazing. I moaned softly
and gripped the bed. It wasn"t long before he had me about to cum.
"Oh fuck, I"m going to cum soon."
He took his mouth off my dick. "No you"re not." He flipped me over onto my
stomach. "You don"t want this to end yet, believe me." With that he bit my ass
cheek, not enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for me to notice and
become incredibly turned on by it.
"I bet you want my dick right about now."
"Mmhmmm." I was biting the pillow; it was really the only way I could keep
myself from screaming "Fuck me" and waking his neighbors.
"Well you"re going to have to wait for that." He put his mouth to my hole and
started to lick all around. Then he put his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled
them apart so he could get his tongue inside. I moaned into the pillow. He spent
a couple minutes doing that. Once he decided he"d had enough of that he flipped
me onto my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed so my legs hung off.
"Fuck me, pleeeeease fuck me."
He chuckled. "Don"t worry, babe, I"m going to, but I need to loosen up your
ass first or it will hurt a lot." He kissed my lips as he pushed a finger into
my ass and started to rub my prostate. I had fingered myself before but this was
so much better. After a couple minutes he added a second, and then a fourth.
"Are you ready for the real thing?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
"I love you, too, babe." I blushed when he said he loved me.
He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.
He put the condom on and squeezed a lot of lube into his hand, and started to
rub it in and around my asshole.
"Are you ready?" I looked down at his huge, throbbing dick.
"Yeah, I"m ready." He kissed my lips as he guided the head of his dick to my
hole.
He gave me another warning. "It"s going to hurt when I get it in, even after
the fingering. I will try to be as gentle as possible but it"s going to hurt at
first, there is no way around that, and I"m not going to sugar coat it. If you
want me to pull out at any time, just say so and I will."
With that he pushed the head of his dick inside me. I felt like my ass was on
fire.
"Fuck that hurts."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"No... not yet." The pain was starting to dissipate.
"Ok, I"m ready."
"This may hurt again." He started to push deeper and deeper until the entirety
of his ten-inch dick was inside me. I was surprised I could take all of it. It
hurt a little but that was nothing compared to the pleasure. I moaned.
"I"m going to make you mine, babe." He said it in a way that indicated he was
mostly joking, but at the same time a small part of him was serious, that he
wanted to make sure I never wanted anyone but him to fuck me.
He started to fuck me, pulling his dick out and slamming it back in, each
time sending waves of pleasure through me. If my head had been against the
headboard, I would have got concussed from the pounding that followed. He put
his hand around my dick and started to jack me off as he fucked me. I was
covering his hand and my stomach in precum.
"Fuuuuck that feels sooooo gooood." I moaned it more than said it. I was hardly
able to speak due to the combination of the sheer pleasure I was experiencing in
my ass and the fact that I could barely see straight, mainly because of the
pleasure but also because he was pounding my ass hard enough to make my head
move several inches with each thrust.
"Your ass is so fucking tight. I"m gonna cum."
"Me to." With that I blew a stream of cum covering my chest and stomach,
clenching my ass down on his dick, making him cum inside me. He collapsed on top
of me.
"That was... wow. I"ve never felt anything like that."
"I"ve had a decent amount of sex, but nothing has ever come close to that." He
pulled his dick out of me, making me feel a bit empty inside. Apparently he
could tell. "Don"t worry babe, we"ll do that again, lots, in fact." He looked at
the clock. "Well, it"s 5:30 AM. I don"t have to be anywhere tomorrow but maybe
we should go to bed anyway."
"Me neither, but yeah, that probably would be smart."
We climbed into bed and I took up the position of little spoon. It felt good to
have his arms around me. I felt his flaccid dick against my ass and smiled. He
kissed the back of my head softly. "I love you, Henry."
"I love you too, Matt."
That night I slept better than I had in years.
The next day I woke up around noon. At first I didn"t remember where I was, or
why someone had their arms around me. As anyone else would do in the situation,
I panicked.
"Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well?" Matt was already awake apparently. I
remembered where I was and was happy. I turned around to face him
"Yeah, though I must say something kept poking my butt all through the night.
Someone has a bad case of morning wood."
"Well it"s hard not to be turned on when I have you in my arms." He pulled me
close and kissed my lips. If you had asked me Monday what I thought I was going
to be doing on Saturday morning, I would definitely not have answered make out
with an amazingly cute guy, it was a nice turn of events, even if the days in
the middle had been a series of shit shows.
"Come on, let’s have breakfast." He took me by the hand and led me to the
kitchen, both of us still naked. "You want anything in particular?"
"Sausage?" I winked at him.
"Someone"s horny, but come on, I"m serious, and I’m really hungry right now."
"Sorry, how about bacon and eggs?"
"Sounds good. Why don"t you go shower, I think you have a little dried jizz on
your chest."
I looked down "Shit, you"re right."
When I got out of the shower he had set the table and finished cooking. "Sit
down, babe, I"m just squeezing some orange juice."
"Wow, you"re going all out."
I couldn"t believe someone was actually being this nice to me, even with Doug it
had usually been me doing stuff for him.
"Yeah, well, I owe you a lot."
"What are you talking about? You"re giving me a place to stay, you saved my
life, aren"t I the one who owes you?"
"You saved me first."
"What are you talking about, all I did was try to rob you."
"I probably should explain."
"Yeah that might be helpful."
"When my family was killed, I became severely depressed. I managed to finish
college but I went from one of the top students in my class to barely passing in
the last semester. Since then I"ve mostly just sat in this apartment feeling
like shit, and that was almost a year ago. I was going to kill myself that
night, but then I heard you break in. I didn"t recognize you at first so I
knocked you out. When I turned the lights on I knew who you were immediately. I
know this sounds crazy, but I thought Doug had somehow brought you here to stop
me. Whether it was him or just some crazy unlikely coincidence, you breaking in
is the reason I didn"t kill myself." I couldn"t think of anything to do but hug
him.
"I"m so glad you didn"t kill yourself. I don"t know if it was Doug who brought
me to you but I know he wouldn"t want you to do that. Please don"t ever do
that." I was basically choking him I was holding so tightly.
"I"m not going to. Especially now that I have you, I couldn"t do that to you."
We just stood there for a couple minutes as the food grew cold, him trying to
comfort me and convince me that he wasn"t going to off himself, me nearly
choking him and begging him not to. Finally I accepted that he actually was
happy to be alive again.
We ate in silence, me unsure how to react and show my support, Matt clearly
wanting to say something but unsure how to say it, when we finished we got up to
clear the table. Matt finally talked. "So, um, I"m not really sure how to ask
this so I"ll just spit it out: Henry, will you move in with me?"
"I thought I had moved in with you."
"You moved into the room across the hall from me as someone who pays rent, I
want you to move into my room and share my bed. I want you to be my boyfriend."
"I"m not sure..."
"Please, Henry, I need you." He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my
eyes very intently. Even if he had invited me to use the room across the hall
because of his brother, he was inviting me to his own room because it was
actually what he wanted. I felt like I was welcome now, rather than a burden.
"Isn"t it a little soon? I mean, we"ve only really known each other for a week."
"I don"t know about you but this week has been more eventful than most years are
for me."
"Ok, I"ll move in with you."
I don"t think he would have been as happy if he had won the lottery.
We were cuddling on our couch (Wow it feels weird saying that, "our couch". I"ve
never had possession, even shared possession at the behest of the actual owner,
of anything this nice. Now one of the hottest guys I"ve ever laid eyes on was
offering it to my on a silver platter, I"d say pinch me an make sure I"m not
dreaming, but we were teasing each other earlier and he slapped my ass, I were
sleeping that would have woken me up.)
Anyway, we were cuddling on our couch, neither of us had bothered to get dressed
so I could feel his dick flaccid against my ass. It felt good to have his arms
around me. I was a cold so Matt had got the duvet from the extra bed, the one
briefly referred to as "my bed" before "Matt"s bed" became "our bed". Of course
the idea of getting dressed to stay warm hadn"t crossed either of our minds. We
were shooting the breeze when he brought up a topic I didn"t want to discuss,
college: the thing that was going to drag me away from him.
"You graduate high school this year, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Where are you going to go for college?"
"I got accepted to Columbia, Yale, and Harvard, but I don"t have the money for
college and I would need to have two jobs to make up the difference between what
the schools would give me and what it costs. I think I"m going to go to
Rochester, they gave me a full ride. Really I"ll be happy anywhere, I just want
to go to college and be able to move away from the shit hole I grew up in. You
graduated last year, right?"
"Yep. Majored in Poli-sci and international relations. I actually got
accepted to Harvard law but kind of put it off when…" He trailed off, but it was
obvious what he meant, when his family was killed
"You should do it."
"How"s this, I"ll go to Harvard for law school if you come with me and do your
undergrad there."
"I already said, there is no way I can afford it."
"You can live with me, I"m going to need an apartment anyway, that covers dorm
cost. Anything the school won"t cover, I will. I have more money than I could
ever spend thanks to my parents. They loved you almost as much as Doug did, they
would want you to have the best future possible, I want that for you too, plus I
want you to be with me. I know I could still see you in the breaks if you went
to Rochester, but I don"t want to be without you for that long."
"Come on, don"t tease me."
"I"m not teasing you, I want you to come with me."
"Really, you mean it?"
"Well I"m going to need to get you to come with me to Harvard somehow."
"After last night, I think you might just need to promise to fuck me and I"d
follow you anywhere." I winked at him.
"If I promise to fuck you will you follow me to bed?" He flashed a naughty
smile. I could already see his dick was starting to get hard.
"I think I could do that." I put my arms around his neck. He when he put his
hands on my ass I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his lips.
In the several seconds it took for him to carry me from the kitchen to the
bedroom, both of our dicks had got completely hard.
"Damn your sexy." He kissed me as we stood next to the bed.
"Not as sexy as you." I think most people would agree with me on that. I looked
good enough but Matt looked so much better.
"Well, maybe so, but I couldn"t want anyone any more than I want you right now."
He fell onto the bed and pulled me on top of him. "I want you so badly."
I kissed his lips, then whispered in his ear. "Well, as luck would have it,
I"m all yours for the taking. Anything you want."
"Well doesn"t that make me lucky. I know I promised to fuck you, but would you
mind if I was the bottom this time?"
"Sure, but I"ve never fucked someone before."
"That"s fine, I"ve never been fucked."
"I thought you had been with a lot of guys."
"I have, they see the ten inch dick and just want to get fucked, and all of them
were just one night stands anyway, no one I would feel comfortable letting them
fuck me. I really want to feel you inside me though."
"Well, I"m not exactly experienced with fucking people, but if it"s what you
want, I"m more than happy to oblige. Besides, I have a pretty good teacher. I
guess I need to prep you though."
"Yeah, believe me, people usually don"t enjoy it if you don"t prep them or
forget to use lube."
"Well, I want to make sure you enjoy this as much as possible." I flipped him
over onto his stomach. I whispered in his ear "Well, for starters, having you
eat my ass out felt unreal so I guess I"ll start there."
I then kissed his neck and all the way down his spine to the top of his ass
crack. When I got there I put my hands on his ass cheeks and spread them,
allowing me access to his hairless virgin hole. I brought my lips right to it
and kissed it softly, then licked around it, and finally stuck my tongue in. I
had expected it to taste bad, but was wrong, if I could find a food that tasted
like his ass I might get fat off of it. He moaned as I licked in and around his
hole. "Fuuuck that feels so good, Henry."
"Are you ready for my finger now?" I reluctantly stopped tasting his delicious
ass.
"Fuck yes." I licked my middle finger and slowly pushed it into his hole. He
reflexively clamped down on the intrusion but soon was allowed in. When I
started to massage his prostate he groaned softly. When his ass was loose enough
I stuck my index finger in as well. It took him a little longer to adjust to it
but before too long it was moving in and out without issue.
"So, are you ready for my dick, Babe?"
"Fuck me already!"
I got a condom and lube from his... our bedside table, flipped him onto his
back and pulled him to the edge of our bed. I put the condom on and poured some
lube into my hand, rubbing it in and around his ass, and along the condom
covering my dick. I put my dick at the entrance to his hole and bent down to
kiss his lips. "Wait, stop, I"m not sure I can do this."
"What"s wrong, Matt?"
"I don"t know if I can take it, I"ve never really thought of myself as a bottom,
I"m not sure I want to start."
"Don"t worry, it hurts at first but then it"s just ecstasy. I really want to be
able to fuck you, and I think you will really enjoy it. If you"re worried that
my dick is too big, I took your ten-inch monster last night and loved it. I love
you though, and if you don"t want to, I"m ok with that.
It"s up to you, but I want to be able to make you feel as good as you made me
feel." I kissed him again.
He paused as though he were thinking very deeply. "Ok."
I put his knees over my shoulders and slowly started to force my dick inside.
"Fuck I had no idea how much this hurt." He was gritting his teeth. His ass was
so tight that getting the head in took a lot of effort. "Fuuuuuuck." He stifled
a scream when the entire head finally got in.
"Fuck, that hurts. My ass is on fire."
"Do you want me to pull..."
"Fuck yes, pull out." I was visibly disappointed, but obliged. He could see
right away that I wasn"t happy.
"Sorry, Henry." He looked to be genuinely sorry.
"It"s fine. I don"t ever want to hurt you, babe." I was telling the truth. Even
though I did really want to fuck his brains out, I would never want to hurt him,
and if he wasn"t ready for it, I wasn"t going to force the matter.
"I have an idea. I kind of encountered a similar problem with a guy I met at a
club..."
"Go on."
"Well, if you lie down and I"m the one in control, then I can go at my own pace.
Just until I get it in."
"Are you sure? I don"t want you to feel forced or pressured or anything. I don"t
want to hurt you. I don"t want to make you do something you don"t want to do and
have you resent me for it."
"I want to do this. I want to make you happy, even if it makes me a little
uncomfortable. And I don"t think there is anything you could do that would make
me resent you." With that he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. Soon he
had me on my back and he was crouching above me. He lined his hole up with the
head of my dick, took a deep breath, and slowly started to lower himself onto
it, guiding it into his ass as he winced a little. Once he got the head in he
stopped.
"You ok, baby?"
"Fuck this hurts." He was breathing heavily. I waited a little
"You able to keep going?"
"Yeah, I can keep going." He lowered himself down the rest of my eight-inch cock
and paused at the bottom. "This is supposed to feel good?"
"Give it a minute, the pain will go away."
"I"m not sure I"ll last that long."
I pulled his head down and kissed him. I separated his lips with mine and
began to explore the inside of his mouth with my tongue; he started to return
the favor. After a couple minutes I cut off the kiss. "How"s your ass now?"
"You were right, it"s a lot better." He began to wiggle his ass, as if to
emphasize the fact that he managed to take it all. Then he pulled it out of my
ass. "That actually felt pretty good. Fuck me." He went back to the edge of the
bed and lifted his legs in the air.
I got off the bed, pulled him to me and put his legs on my shoulders; then I
stuck all eight inches of my cock in one thrust.
"Fuuuuuck!" Even though he had just had it all the way in, he felt some pain.
"Sorry."
"Don"t be, fuck me as hard as you can."
"You sure?"
"Make me your bitch."
"I could never do that, I love you too much to treat you like that. If you want
a good solid ass pounding though, I would be more than happy to oblige." I
winked at him, then started to thrust my dick in and out. Each time I thrust
back in there was an audible clapping noise. I started to jack him off, moving
my hand in time with my hips.
"Fuuuck that feels aaaweeeesooome." He could barely construct words, it came out
more as a series of barely differentiable syllables.
"You feel so fucking good." His stomach was covered in his own precum by this
point, as were my hand and his dick.
After another ten minutes of hard pounding, he arched his back, moaned
loudly, and blew a load all over his chest. At the same time, his ass tightened
around my dick, causing me to blow a load inside him. I licked the cum off his
chest, swallowed some, and then kissed him with what was left in my mouth. He
hungrily swallowed what was left. I collapsed on top of him, laying my head on
his chest, not removing my dick from his ass until it was flaccid and fell out
on its own. He casually put a hand on my neck, with the other he rubbed my back.
It was the first time I really felt like I was where I was supposed to be. Even
with Doug, I felt loved, but not like his life would be noticeably different or
worse without me. Matt was different though. With him I felt like I was needed,
like I belonged. And I needed him as much as he needed me. With him I was safe.
I fell asleep in his arms as he rubbed my back and stroked my hair.
The next morning I woke up, my head on Matt"s chest, one of his arms had come
to rest on my lower back just above where my ass crack started, the other was
off to his side. He was asleep still. I lifted my head off his chest so I could
see his face. Even asleep and with a bad case of bed head, he was perfect... Ok,
anyone else probably would just say good looking, but to me, he is perfect. I
looked at the clock "10:13 AM, Sunday, April 23, 2011". Shit, between worrying
about the rent, being in the hospital, and everything that had happened since, I
had forgot that I actually had stuff going on in my life.
As I said already, I was very into my schoolwork, as part of my ongoing
effort to be everything my father was not. That meant that as everyone else had
slack class schedules for senior year, I was taking six APs, and the exams
started next week. Shit. I hadn"t even started studying, and the week of classes
I had just missed had probably been devoted to review. "Fuck my life." I
muttered under my breath as I got up. "And good morning to you too, sunshine.
What"s wrong?" Matt was groggy but he wasn"t oblivious.
"I have exams coming up, I just missed a week of classes, and I haven"t started
studying."
"What are you ranked in your class, again?"
"Um... first, I"m the valedictorian."
"And if you were to take a practice test now for any of your exams now, how do
you think you would do?"
"I don"t know, probably four or five in all of them."
"Then why are you stressing?"
"Because I"m... I"m afraid I"m not good enough."
"Not good enough for what?"
"Not good enough for Harvard, for one, not good enough to succeed in general.
My mom got knocked up when she was 16 and my dad... well, he speaks for himself.
I worked at McDonald"s to make ends meet until this week when I moved in with
you. I"ve always had that insecurity. And now I have you, and you"re basically
perfect, and I"m afraid I"m not good enough for you. At least with Doug he
wasn"t quite as good looking or quite as smart as me, so I could feel a little
better about the fact that I could never bring him on nice vacations, or bring
him to my house for dinner, or take him out on the town, but with you, you"re
basically perfect. You could probably get any guy in New York, how am I supposed
to compete with that?" He chuckled a little. Tears started to well up in my
eyes. "What"s so funny!?" I sulked facing away from him, like a frustrated eight
year old when his mom won"t buy him whatever he wants.
"You are." He chuckled again. "Before I had met to you, I had heard about how
smart you were from my brother. That didn"t mean much but I had heard it from my
parents too. And now I"ve talked to you, and it"s clear you"re one of the
smartest people I"ve ever met. And if you"re top of the class at Stuyvesant,
there is really no way you can possibly think you"re going to do poorly. So what
if your parents made bad decisions, that doesn"t mean you have to." He stood up
and walked over to me. I turned away again. "And while I"m flattered that you
think I"m perfect, I"m really not. Besides, why does it matter if I could get
any guy in the city? I already have the one I want." He put his arms around me
and kissed my neck. "And why do you think you need to compete with me?"
I knew he was right about all of it. I had nothing to worry about with the
exams, they were going to be a piece of cake. I knew I wasn"t going to make my
parents" mistakes. I had spent my life trying to do the exact opposite of
whatever they would do, I avoided drugs like the plague and I didn"t have a big
risk of getting myself or someone else pregnant. With regards to him, he had
made it pretty clear that he was interested in me and only me. Under basically
any other circumstances, a guy who I had known for a week telling me that would
be weird and unwelcome. This wasn"t under other circumstances. We had saved and
been saved by the other. He had stat by my side for three days in the hospital.
We shared the loss of Doug and his parents. I was right about one thing, he
could get whichever guy he wanted. I just missed the main point, the guy he
wanted was me.
I didn"t reply. I just turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist and
laid my head on his shoulder.
