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new_kateOkay *scratches head* I totally posted two chapters at once last time. Also, I'm starting to lose track and clearly can't remember to post regularly, so the rest of Part 2 will be posted in two chunks. Part 3 will start early next week.
Title: The Wheel
Author: Newkate
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: NC-17
Notes and warnings: Reincarnation fic. Multiple pairings. Completed, in four parts.
Betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hibem.
Part One: Shift
Part Two: Dance (Ch. 5-6)
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3-4
The club didn’t have a “back room”, just the men’s and the narrow alley with the bins where the fire exit opened to, but Holden didn’t belong to places like that. Also, I wanted to take a shower first. I felt I owed that to Gene. Motels meant check-ins, dirty looks, cold filthy rooms, and that wasn’t what I wanted, so we ended up at my place before I made a conscious decision. Holden held my hand all the way up the stairs, but dropped it the moment he saw the bookcases.
“Amazing,” he said, running his fingers over the spines. “This is unexpected.”
“Most of this is Gene’s,” I said gruffly.
“Oh. I didn’t realise you live together,” he frowned at me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes, separate bedrooms, thick walls, we’ve been in this apartment six years and no problems, seriously. Look, I’ll be right back, make yourself at home, okay?”
I dumped all my clothes on the floor in the bathroom, quickly scrubbed myself clean, not even bothering to condition the hair, turned off the shower and screamed like a girl. Holden was in the bathroom, looking at me, unbuttoning cuffs on his shirt, his glasses, tie and jacket gone already.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“No, no. You startled me is all,” I sauntered up to him, dripping all over the floor, trying to cover for how stupid I felt for getting scared like that. “So… Here I am. Like what you see?”
He didn’t even bother answering, just ogled me like he wanted to eat me, which I really hoped he was planning to do. His fingers touched my shoulder, chest, traced the pecs; he ran a thumb across my nipple, smiled when it stiffened right away, begging for more. Slowly, slowly he slid a hand down my stomach, following the outline of my abs, probing at every dip of the muscle, and then stilled, with his palm flat on me, fingers buried in the pubic hair, just above my dick that was pulsing in time with every stroke of his hands on my body. He looked up again, nervous and smiling, met my eyes; he seemed almost high with the giddy excitement, and it was pretty obvious right then that he never tried this before, maybe never even thought about it.
I waited. I wasn’t going to do anything to scare him off, no way, and I knew how hard it could be for some to touch another man’s dick for the first time. Not that I needed anything, I’d have a great time if he just let me suck him off, but he wanted to explore, and who was I to argue. But when he closed his fingers around my cock, so sure and confident, I knew all that hesitation was just him being one mean, horrible tease.
His hand moved, tight and slow, dragging pleasure all over the shaft, root to the tip. He licked a finger on his left hand, spread some spit around the slit on my cock, tapped his thumb over it, started running it around in small ticklish circles.
“Do you like this?”
I didn’t have enough breath to say anything, so I just let loose that moan I’d been biting back, and he smiled wider, smugly, shifted his hold on my dick, ran his fingertips on the underside, pressed harder, massaging, looking for sensitive spots. I really wanted to clamp my hand over his and get him going fast and hard and let me come into his fist now, right now, but this was sweet and painful and wonderful, and so worth waiting for.
He played with me ruthlessly till I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and then kissed me, still smiling against my mouth, and started to sink down on his knees.
I caught him around the shoulders, holding him up, and regretted that straight away – when he winced and looked back at me his mouth had that little disappointed curl I never wanted to see on him again. But I couldn’t let him get his first taste of me kneeling on those cold, wet tiles, no, I wanted him to enjoy himself, look back on it and grin happily.
“No?” he asked quietly, not understanding.
“Eh, yes, of course, Holden. Yes please. Just – in bed, okay?”
“Oh! Of course. You must be getting cold,” he quickly wrapped me in our biggest, best towel, fluffy Egyptian cotton, Gene’s favourite that I wasn’t even allowed to use; picked up my clothes that mysteriously got all neatly folded in a tidy stack. I giggled and dragged him into my bedroom, which by some amazing luck wasn’t too messy; kicked some dirty laundry under the bed and pushed the dildo-shaped night light off the side table, cursing Kassandra’s taste in presents. Holden tactfully turned away while I tidied up, moved closer to the wall to study my posters.
“You really have lived here since your teens, didn’t you,” he laughed, but in a sweetly amused way, so I didn’t tell him I bought the American Gigolo one just the other day. Hey, my teens only ended several years ago, I was entitled. I stepped up to him, pressed to his back, perched a chin on his shoulder, stroked a finger along his own hard-on, which he was carrying around stoically. He tensed a little.
“Not done this before?” I asked, lightly kissing the rim of his ear.
“No, but I’m pretty certain I know what to do. I did some research – Rishi had questions…”
“Not with a guy, that’s not the scary part. With a stranger.”
“Ah, that, yes, of course I have. But this isn’t really…”
I didn’t want to hear any more, so I opened his pants and let them slide down his lean thighs. White briefs, argyle socks, honestly. I chuckled, crouched behind him to kiss the crease of each knee and unlace his shoes.
By the time I pushed him onto the bed and went for his shirt buttons, he was panting nicely, flushed and warm, pressed eagerly into every stroke.
“God, you’re skinny,” I said, pushing his shirt aside and running my fingers in the hollows between his ribs, over his concave, trembling stomach.
“Turn-off?”
“Nah.”
I licked his bellybutton, kissed a trail southward, tugged his briefs down to his knees, cupped his balls in one hand and finally got my mouth on his cock, thick and warm, nice mouthful, so hard between my lips. I inhaled deeply, breathed in his sharp scent, so good, so good, opened wider and went for it, running my tongue over the vein on the underside on every upstroke, listening to him gasp and moan and mutter my name. Ah, bliss, could do that all night till my jaw went numb.
“Can I… I want to…” he pulled me off him, carefully but not giving a choice, twisted around till I got what he meant. I ended up on my back, stroking his ass with both palms, his sharp knees sinking into the bedding around my ears, his cock filling my mouth, pinning my head to the bed, his lips nibbling on my dick, so cautiously at first. I still remembered the feel of these lips from when we were kissing. And then he opened his mouth, hot and so wet inside, slid my dick in, sucked on it just hard enough, a bit careless with the teeth, but not painful, even more thrilling like that, circled the shaft with his fingers and yeah, he did do his research all right. He fell into rhythm easily and that must have been natural talent, or the fact that I’ve been hard for him for hours now, or…
“Coming,” I mumbled around his dick. “Now.”
He must have understood, because he pulled back and sped up with his hand, vigorously licking at the head, and then I was pumping away, screaming into his skin, and he was there, holding me and stroking me, and just saying “Todd, Todd,” oh, fuck, yes, yes.
I caught my breath and went right back to blowing him with all the finesse I had. He didn’t last, didn’t even warm me, just spilled into my mouth, sneaky bastard, but I didn’t mind, because he was shaking and twisting and gripping my knees, pressing his face and his moans into my thigh. So fucking worth it. I pulled a dirty t-shirt from under the bed, spat into in, used wadded fabric to clean the inside of my mouth a little. And then he was already pulling me up, and his face no longer looked to me like a perfect, pretty porcelain mask, and he was even more stunning like that.
He kissed me, deeply and hard, flinched and rubbed his jaw.
“Yeah,” I said. “But, gets easier.”
“Hopefully, we’ll test that theory a little later,” he said, settling against my side. “Unless you’re sleepy.”
“No…”
“Well then,” he dropped a small kiss on my temple. “I’d really like to know more about you. Would you tell me?”
*-*-*
“…I know how that sounds. But he wasn’t some old creep, he was really cool. We were friends. It was good, and then we got caught in the basement – Bruce locked the door, but the janitor had the key, he walked in on us and raised this enormous stink and told everybody. Bruce got fired that same day. And because I was fifteen, that was statutory rape, and he went to prison. I tried – I told them I agreed and everything, but apparently it didn’t matter. I don’t know what happened to him, he never answered any letters, so I figured he probably didn’t want to be reminded. After all, it was my fault that he got in trouble. He’s probably mad at me still.”
“I doubt it,” said Holden, gently trailing his fingers over my arms. He’s been doing it for a while, here and there, harder and softer, and by now every stroke felt like a lick of deliciously hot flame, and I’ve suggested more than once that we get back to business but he wanted to talk some more first. “He’s probably just a bit too busy nailing another minor in a school basement.”
“Holden...”
“I’m sorry. I won’t say any more. What happened after?”
“I moved in with Gene. Well, not right away, it was a long story.”
“Tell me, please. I want to know about the two of you. How old was he?”
“Oh, we’re the same age, we went to school together. That’s how I knew him. We weren’t buddies, as you can probably guess, we only talked once before that, back in seventh grade. And that was him yelling at me.”
Holden laughed, a little deliberately, like he had to force it.
“Why?”
“His majesty didn’t like it when I saved his pimply ass from pummelling. He was new, all weird, his parents just died, you can imagine. He was the entertainment that year. One day it looked pretty gruesome, and I asked the guys to cut it out, which, okay, was really stupid, but at least they left him alone. And did you think that little prick thanked me for all that trouble? Ha! Anyway, after Bruce was gone I was living in the school attic because Ma kicked me out, and…”
“What?” his fingers winced and stopped, and I started to miss the stroking straight away. I put my hand over his and moved it around a little.
“Yeah, I know, weird, but it was convenient because I still went to classes. Everybody in the school heard about me and Bruce, it was a really shitty time, but I wanted to at least finish the year. I had some really good grades going on. Gene tripped over me one morning when he went in the attic for his early cigarette …”
“Did you say your mother made you leave home?”
“Well, duh! She’s very religious, can you imagine what happened when all her friends found out about me? But – no, it’s all better now, she’s coming around. She sends me Christmas cards, really sweet. ‘Thank you for all the money, I’m praying that you repent’, all that. We’re good.”
He grunted something I didn’t catch, but his hands were moving again, and I carried on talking.
“So that day Gene said my living there was ruining his happy smoking place because I smelled and looked like crap, and the junk I ate was making him want to puke. He took me to his place after school, gave me change of clothes, some fantastic sandwiches and an inflatable mattress for a bed. Shit, that was like heaven, I tell you. Went like this for a week or so, he left his window open for me, so I could sneak in through the fire escape, he fed me and gave me a new pair of socks. I even started to like him a bit, especially since he kept to himself, just read mostly, and I had a lot on my mind, didn’t feel like talking. But it was nice to have someone around, you know? And then his aunt found me sleeping on the floor in his room...”
“Oh, Todd,” groaned Holden and pressed his face into my shoulder. That felt really nice, with his hair spilling all over my skin and his eyelashes tickling the inside of my arm. “I don’t think I want to know any more right now. Lets…”
“But, that’s the good part! Gene got yelled at this time! I really enjoyed that. Kassandra was all – why is the guest sleeping on the floor? We put guests in the guest room! And if you boys wanted to have a sleepover, at least share your bed, it’s wide enough!”
“Ah,” he relaxed against my arm, brushed his fingers up my neck, chuckled a little. “She didn’t know about the… what happened to you.”
“She did, but, well, her family has run gay clubs for generations, you know, she’s hard to shock. Also, she’s a crazy stoner, wicked fun, went to India when the whole hippy pilgrimage was happening and still comes out with weirdest shit sometimes. She took one look at me and decided my aura was perfect to balance problematic chi flow situation they had going in their spare room, so I had to do her a personal favour and live there until the chi got all balanced. Took three years.”
“Chi is… tricky like that, I guess,” nodded Holden and hugged closer, half on top of me, and, okay, his dick wasn’t hard again yet, but he was warm, nicely welcomingly warm, and every bit of him felt so good pressed against me. “When did you and Eugene become lovers?”
“We’re not… Right, it was his prom night.”
“Prom night?” he laughed against my skin, genuinely now, and I felt the sweet ticklish vibration all the way to my spine. “Were you his date? How romantic!”
“Haha, funny witty guy,” I poked a finger into his ribs, made him squirm and laugh harder. “No, he went with some girl. I was asleep in my bed; he climbed in around midnight, angry as hell, and told me he figured out why he tolerated me for so long – clearly, because he’s gay and attracted to me! And he was so not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Not like I objected any, I mean, with Gene pressing you into mattress demanding sex – you’ve seen him, you can imagine.”
“Yes,” he said, just as his cock jerked against my hip. I mock-pouted and lightly pulled on his hair. “Sorry. Does Kassandra approve of your relationship?”
“She does. Well, she nearly made me impotent that night when in the middle of everything she started banging on the door screaming ‘Don’t forget to use the condoms, boys! In case you need some, I’m putting the pack here on the floor!’ But next day she bought me a Walkman and baked us a huge cake. If Gene didn’t beg her not to, she’d have thrown a party to celebrate his rite of passage... Anyway!” I sprang up and rolled him around till he was on his back with me draped all over him and perched my head on an arm to have a better view of his pretty self. “Your turn. That is, if you want, not like you have to tell me anything.”
“Oh, there is not much to tell. I married my high school girlfriend soon after graduation; we were accepted into the same college…”
“You’re married?” I asked, suddenly cold and sinking. That was so stupid of me, I shouldn’t have assumed, I should have asked. Not that it mattered to me at all one way or another. I had fucked married men before. If you listened to Gene, I nearly was a married man myself.
“No,” he said, brandishing his ringless ring finger. “It did not work out. I think we were just a little bit too similar.”
“Sorry.”
“It was for the best. Afterwards I went a little bit overboard, I suppose. Maybe I had to make up for the mistakes I didn’t make earlier in life. Some of my choices were woefully unwise,” he wrapped his arms around himself, almost reflexively, protective, hiding something. I wasn’t looking. It was too dark to see, and I didn’t know what I should be checking anyway – wrists? Insides of elbows? Scars? Track marks? He was scrawny enough to make me think about disorder or addiction, but I didn’t ask. If I didn’t freak him out prying, I could probably score a second date, and if I didn’t ask then, maybe by the third he’d tell me on his own free will.
“On a different subject,” he said, smiling wickedly and sliding downwards on the bed, charting his course with his hot fingertips on my torso. “Let me try something else I think might be interesting.”
I woke up to the smell of food and sound of laughter, which could only mean our apartment had been rented to somebody else while I wasn’t paying attention. I threw a robe on, tumbled out of my bedroom, desperately trying to pry my eyes open, and crashed into something that wasn’t in the living room just yesterday.
“Ow!” said a half-naked teenage boy, pushing me away. “Go brush you teeth, stinky hairy weirdo!”
“The hell are you doing here, short-round?” I asked, almost positive I was still asleep. Rishi gave me a mysterious smug smile and went back to examining his sparkly shirt he held in his hands.
“Ah, Todd, good morning!” called out Holden from the kitchenette. “The breakfast is almost ready. I was going to come and wake you up in a couple of minutes.”
“Can I go back to bed and let you do it?” I suggested. “I don’t think I woke up right by myself.”
“Eww, can you not be all horny in front of people?” whined Rishi. He turned his shirt over, nodded in satisfaction, “The stains did come out, cool. Thanks for letting me use your washer-dryer, Gene!”
Gene grunted from behind his newspaper and turned the page.
“How come you’re up so early?” I asked, going into the bewilderment overload.
“Noise,” he said. “Also, it’s almost noon.”
“Shit! I have – I need to go to work in, like, ten minutes. Dibs on the shower!”
“Work?” asked Holden, walking in with the plates piled high with eggs and bacon. His sleeves were rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, freshly-washed hair damp and mussed, he looked so delicious I just wanted to pin him to the wall and lick his chest and nipples for some time. “On Sunday?”
“Yeah, we have – on the construction site – some urgent, uh, welding to do.”
“Don’t forget to wear protective equipment, welder,” said Gene, smirking, and clearly was going to add something else, but was luckily interrupted by the phone.
“Kassandra wants to have a dinner on Tuesday at Herman’s,” he told me. “Can you make it for six?”
“Let’s make it seven, if it’s all the same for her,” I suggested, thinking of luring Holden into shower with me, but Rishi’s eyes were suspiciously following my every move, especially the closer to his teacher I got, so I just stole some bacon from his plate and left them all alone to be creepily chirpy and domestic.
Showered and dressed, I grabbed my bag, ran back into the living room and plunged right into the awkward moment of the morning-afterness.
“So, Holden,” I said. “Nice meeting you.”
“When can I see you again?” he asked, carefully putting down his utensils.
“Hmm,” I said, desperately fighting off the urge to beg for another date this same night. “Call me mid-week, we’ll figure something out.”
He smiled faintly, nodded and turned his full attention back to the food.
Next chapters
Title: The Wheel
Author: Newkate
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: NC-17
Notes and warnings: Reincarnation fic. Multiple pairings. Completed, in four parts.
Betaed by
hibem.Part One: Shift
Part Two: Dance (Ch. 5-6)
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3-4
The club didn’t have a “back room”, just the men’s and the narrow alley with the bins where the fire exit opened to, but Holden didn’t belong to places like that. Also, I wanted to take a shower first. I felt I owed that to Gene. Motels meant check-ins, dirty looks, cold filthy rooms, and that wasn’t what I wanted, so we ended up at my place before I made a conscious decision. Holden held my hand all the way up the stairs, but dropped it the moment he saw the bookcases.
“Amazing,” he said, running his fingers over the spines. “This is unexpected.”
“Most of this is Gene’s,” I said gruffly.
“Oh. I didn’t realise you live together,” he frowned at me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes, separate bedrooms, thick walls, we’ve been in this apartment six years and no problems, seriously. Look, I’ll be right back, make yourself at home, okay?”
I dumped all my clothes on the floor in the bathroom, quickly scrubbed myself clean, not even bothering to condition the hair, turned off the shower and screamed like a girl. Holden was in the bathroom, looking at me, unbuttoning cuffs on his shirt, his glasses, tie and jacket gone already.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“No, no. You startled me is all,” I sauntered up to him, dripping all over the floor, trying to cover for how stupid I felt for getting scared like that. “So… Here I am. Like what you see?”
He didn’t even bother answering, just ogled me like he wanted to eat me, which I really hoped he was planning to do. His fingers touched my shoulder, chest, traced the pecs; he ran a thumb across my nipple, smiled when it stiffened right away, begging for more. Slowly, slowly he slid a hand down my stomach, following the outline of my abs, probing at every dip of the muscle, and then stilled, with his palm flat on me, fingers buried in the pubic hair, just above my dick that was pulsing in time with every stroke of his hands on my body. He looked up again, nervous and smiling, met my eyes; he seemed almost high with the giddy excitement, and it was pretty obvious right then that he never tried this before, maybe never even thought about it.
I waited. I wasn’t going to do anything to scare him off, no way, and I knew how hard it could be for some to touch another man’s dick for the first time. Not that I needed anything, I’d have a great time if he just let me suck him off, but he wanted to explore, and who was I to argue. But when he closed his fingers around my cock, so sure and confident, I knew all that hesitation was just him being one mean, horrible tease.
His hand moved, tight and slow, dragging pleasure all over the shaft, root to the tip. He licked a finger on his left hand, spread some spit around the slit on my cock, tapped his thumb over it, started running it around in small ticklish circles.
“Do you like this?”
I didn’t have enough breath to say anything, so I just let loose that moan I’d been biting back, and he smiled wider, smugly, shifted his hold on my dick, ran his fingertips on the underside, pressed harder, massaging, looking for sensitive spots. I really wanted to clamp my hand over his and get him going fast and hard and let me come into his fist now, right now, but this was sweet and painful and wonderful, and so worth waiting for.
He played with me ruthlessly till I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and then kissed me, still smiling against my mouth, and started to sink down on his knees.
I caught him around the shoulders, holding him up, and regretted that straight away – when he winced and looked back at me his mouth had that little disappointed curl I never wanted to see on him again. But I couldn’t let him get his first taste of me kneeling on those cold, wet tiles, no, I wanted him to enjoy himself, look back on it and grin happily.
“No?” he asked quietly, not understanding.
“Eh, yes, of course, Holden. Yes please. Just – in bed, okay?”
“Oh! Of course. You must be getting cold,” he quickly wrapped me in our biggest, best towel, fluffy Egyptian cotton, Gene’s favourite that I wasn’t even allowed to use; picked up my clothes that mysteriously got all neatly folded in a tidy stack. I giggled and dragged him into my bedroom, which by some amazing luck wasn’t too messy; kicked some dirty laundry under the bed and pushed the dildo-shaped night light off the side table, cursing Kassandra’s taste in presents. Holden tactfully turned away while I tidied up, moved closer to the wall to study my posters.
“You really have lived here since your teens, didn’t you,” he laughed, but in a sweetly amused way, so I didn’t tell him I bought the American Gigolo one just the other day. Hey, my teens only ended several years ago, I was entitled. I stepped up to him, pressed to his back, perched a chin on his shoulder, stroked a finger along his own hard-on, which he was carrying around stoically. He tensed a little.
“Not done this before?” I asked, lightly kissing the rim of his ear.
“No, but I’m pretty certain I know what to do. I did some research – Rishi had questions…”
“Not with a guy, that’s not the scary part. With a stranger.”
“Ah, that, yes, of course I have. But this isn’t really…”
I didn’t want to hear any more, so I opened his pants and let them slide down his lean thighs. White briefs, argyle socks, honestly. I chuckled, crouched behind him to kiss the crease of each knee and unlace his shoes.
By the time I pushed him onto the bed and went for his shirt buttons, he was panting nicely, flushed and warm, pressed eagerly into every stroke.
“God, you’re skinny,” I said, pushing his shirt aside and running my fingers in the hollows between his ribs, over his concave, trembling stomach.
“Turn-off?”
“Nah.”
I licked his bellybutton, kissed a trail southward, tugged his briefs down to his knees, cupped his balls in one hand and finally got my mouth on his cock, thick and warm, nice mouthful, so hard between my lips. I inhaled deeply, breathed in his sharp scent, so good, so good, opened wider and went for it, running my tongue over the vein on the underside on every upstroke, listening to him gasp and moan and mutter my name. Ah, bliss, could do that all night till my jaw went numb.
“Can I… I want to…” he pulled me off him, carefully but not giving a choice, twisted around till I got what he meant. I ended up on my back, stroking his ass with both palms, his sharp knees sinking into the bedding around my ears, his cock filling my mouth, pinning my head to the bed, his lips nibbling on my dick, so cautiously at first. I still remembered the feel of these lips from when we were kissing. And then he opened his mouth, hot and so wet inside, slid my dick in, sucked on it just hard enough, a bit careless with the teeth, but not painful, even more thrilling like that, circled the shaft with his fingers and yeah, he did do his research all right. He fell into rhythm easily and that must have been natural talent, or the fact that I’ve been hard for him for hours now, or…
“Coming,” I mumbled around his dick. “Now.”
He must have understood, because he pulled back and sped up with his hand, vigorously licking at the head, and then I was pumping away, screaming into his skin, and he was there, holding me and stroking me, and just saying “Todd, Todd,” oh, fuck, yes, yes.
I caught my breath and went right back to blowing him with all the finesse I had. He didn’t last, didn’t even warm me, just spilled into my mouth, sneaky bastard, but I didn’t mind, because he was shaking and twisting and gripping my knees, pressing his face and his moans into my thigh. So fucking worth it. I pulled a dirty t-shirt from under the bed, spat into in, used wadded fabric to clean the inside of my mouth a little. And then he was already pulling me up, and his face no longer looked to me like a perfect, pretty porcelain mask, and he was even more stunning like that.
He kissed me, deeply and hard, flinched and rubbed his jaw.
“Yeah,” I said. “But, gets easier.”
“Hopefully, we’ll test that theory a little later,” he said, settling against my side. “Unless you’re sleepy.”
“No…”
“Well then,” he dropped a small kiss on my temple. “I’d really like to know more about you. Would you tell me?”
*-*-*
“…I know how that sounds. But he wasn’t some old creep, he was really cool. We were friends. It was good, and then we got caught in the basement – Bruce locked the door, but the janitor had the key, he walked in on us and raised this enormous stink and told everybody. Bruce got fired that same day. And because I was fifteen, that was statutory rape, and he went to prison. I tried – I told them I agreed and everything, but apparently it didn’t matter. I don’t know what happened to him, he never answered any letters, so I figured he probably didn’t want to be reminded. After all, it was my fault that he got in trouble. He’s probably mad at me still.”
“I doubt it,” said Holden, gently trailing his fingers over my arms. He’s been doing it for a while, here and there, harder and softer, and by now every stroke felt like a lick of deliciously hot flame, and I’ve suggested more than once that we get back to business but he wanted to talk some more first. “He’s probably just a bit too busy nailing another minor in a school basement.”
“Holden...”
“I’m sorry. I won’t say any more. What happened after?”
“I moved in with Gene. Well, not right away, it was a long story.”
“Tell me, please. I want to know about the two of you. How old was he?”
“Oh, we’re the same age, we went to school together. That’s how I knew him. We weren’t buddies, as you can probably guess, we only talked once before that, back in seventh grade. And that was him yelling at me.”
Holden laughed, a little deliberately, like he had to force it.
“Why?”
“His majesty didn’t like it when I saved his pimply ass from pummelling. He was new, all weird, his parents just died, you can imagine. He was the entertainment that year. One day it looked pretty gruesome, and I asked the guys to cut it out, which, okay, was really stupid, but at least they left him alone. And did you think that little prick thanked me for all that trouble? Ha! Anyway, after Bruce was gone I was living in the school attic because Ma kicked me out, and…”
“What?” his fingers winced and stopped, and I started to miss the stroking straight away. I put my hand over his and moved it around a little.
“Yeah, I know, weird, but it was convenient because I still went to classes. Everybody in the school heard about me and Bruce, it was a really shitty time, but I wanted to at least finish the year. I had some really good grades going on. Gene tripped over me one morning when he went in the attic for his early cigarette …”
“Did you say your mother made you leave home?”
“Well, duh! She’s very religious, can you imagine what happened when all her friends found out about me? But – no, it’s all better now, she’s coming around. She sends me Christmas cards, really sweet. ‘Thank you for all the money, I’m praying that you repent’, all that. We’re good.”
He grunted something I didn’t catch, but his hands were moving again, and I carried on talking.
“So that day Gene said my living there was ruining his happy smoking place because I smelled and looked like crap, and the junk I ate was making him want to puke. He took me to his place after school, gave me change of clothes, some fantastic sandwiches and an inflatable mattress for a bed. Shit, that was like heaven, I tell you. Went like this for a week or so, he left his window open for me, so I could sneak in through the fire escape, he fed me and gave me a new pair of socks. I even started to like him a bit, especially since he kept to himself, just read mostly, and I had a lot on my mind, didn’t feel like talking. But it was nice to have someone around, you know? And then his aunt found me sleeping on the floor in his room...”
“Oh, Todd,” groaned Holden and pressed his face into my shoulder. That felt really nice, with his hair spilling all over my skin and his eyelashes tickling the inside of my arm. “I don’t think I want to know any more right now. Lets…”
“But, that’s the good part! Gene got yelled at this time! I really enjoyed that. Kassandra was all – why is the guest sleeping on the floor? We put guests in the guest room! And if you boys wanted to have a sleepover, at least share your bed, it’s wide enough!”
“Ah,” he relaxed against my arm, brushed his fingers up my neck, chuckled a little. “She didn’t know about the… what happened to you.”
“She did, but, well, her family has run gay clubs for generations, you know, she’s hard to shock. Also, she’s a crazy stoner, wicked fun, went to India when the whole hippy pilgrimage was happening and still comes out with weirdest shit sometimes. She took one look at me and decided my aura was perfect to balance problematic chi flow situation they had going in their spare room, so I had to do her a personal favour and live there until the chi got all balanced. Took three years.”
“Chi is… tricky like that, I guess,” nodded Holden and hugged closer, half on top of me, and, okay, his dick wasn’t hard again yet, but he was warm, nicely welcomingly warm, and every bit of him felt so good pressed against me. “When did you and Eugene become lovers?”
“We’re not… Right, it was his prom night.”
“Prom night?” he laughed against my skin, genuinely now, and I felt the sweet ticklish vibration all the way to my spine. “Were you his date? How romantic!”
“Haha, funny witty guy,” I poked a finger into his ribs, made him squirm and laugh harder. “No, he went with some girl. I was asleep in my bed; he climbed in around midnight, angry as hell, and told me he figured out why he tolerated me for so long – clearly, because he’s gay and attracted to me! And he was so not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Not like I objected any, I mean, with Gene pressing you into mattress demanding sex – you’ve seen him, you can imagine.”
“Yes,” he said, just as his cock jerked against my hip. I mock-pouted and lightly pulled on his hair. “Sorry. Does Kassandra approve of your relationship?”
“She does. Well, she nearly made me impotent that night when in the middle of everything she started banging on the door screaming ‘Don’t forget to use the condoms, boys! In case you need some, I’m putting the pack here on the floor!’ But next day she bought me a Walkman and baked us a huge cake. If Gene didn’t beg her not to, she’d have thrown a party to celebrate his rite of passage... Anyway!” I sprang up and rolled him around till he was on his back with me draped all over him and perched my head on an arm to have a better view of his pretty self. “Your turn. That is, if you want, not like you have to tell me anything.”
“Oh, there is not much to tell. I married my high school girlfriend soon after graduation; we were accepted into the same college…”
“You’re married?” I asked, suddenly cold and sinking. That was so stupid of me, I shouldn’t have assumed, I should have asked. Not that it mattered to me at all one way or another. I had fucked married men before. If you listened to Gene, I nearly was a married man myself.
“No,” he said, brandishing his ringless ring finger. “It did not work out. I think we were just a little bit too similar.”
“Sorry.”
“It was for the best. Afterwards I went a little bit overboard, I suppose. Maybe I had to make up for the mistakes I didn’t make earlier in life. Some of my choices were woefully unwise,” he wrapped his arms around himself, almost reflexively, protective, hiding something. I wasn’t looking. It was too dark to see, and I didn’t know what I should be checking anyway – wrists? Insides of elbows? Scars? Track marks? He was scrawny enough to make me think about disorder or addiction, but I didn’t ask. If I didn’t freak him out prying, I could probably score a second date, and if I didn’t ask then, maybe by the third he’d tell me on his own free will.
“On a different subject,” he said, smiling wickedly and sliding downwards on the bed, charting his course with his hot fingertips on my torso. “Let me try something else I think might be interesting.”
I woke up to the smell of food and sound of laughter, which could only mean our apartment had been rented to somebody else while I wasn’t paying attention. I threw a robe on, tumbled out of my bedroom, desperately trying to pry my eyes open, and crashed into something that wasn’t in the living room just yesterday.
“Ow!” said a half-naked teenage boy, pushing me away. “Go brush you teeth, stinky hairy weirdo!”
“The hell are you doing here, short-round?” I asked, almost positive I was still asleep. Rishi gave me a mysterious smug smile and went back to examining his sparkly shirt he held in his hands.
“Ah, Todd, good morning!” called out Holden from the kitchenette. “The breakfast is almost ready. I was going to come and wake you up in a couple of minutes.”
“Can I go back to bed and let you do it?” I suggested. “I don’t think I woke up right by myself.”
“Eww, can you not be all horny in front of people?” whined Rishi. He turned his shirt over, nodded in satisfaction, “The stains did come out, cool. Thanks for letting me use your washer-dryer, Gene!”
Gene grunted from behind his newspaper and turned the page.
“How come you’re up so early?” I asked, going into the bewilderment overload.
“Noise,” he said. “Also, it’s almost noon.”
“Shit! I have – I need to go to work in, like, ten minutes. Dibs on the shower!”
“Work?” asked Holden, walking in with the plates piled high with eggs and bacon. His sleeves were rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, freshly-washed hair damp and mussed, he looked so delicious I just wanted to pin him to the wall and lick his chest and nipples for some time. “On Sunday?”
“Yeah, we have – on the construction site – some urgent, uh, welding to do.”
“Don’t forget to wear protective equipment, welder,” said Gene, smirking, and clearly was going to add something else, but was luckily interrupted by the phone.
“Kassandra wants to have a dinner on Tuesday at Herman’s,” he told me. “Can you make it for six?”
“Let’s make it seven, if it’s all the same for her,” I suggested, thinking of luring Holden into shower with me, but Rishi’s eyes were suspiciously following my every move, especially the closer to his teacher I got, so I just stole some bacon from his plate and left them all alone to be creepily chirpy and domestic.
Showered and dressed, I grabbed my bag, ran back into the living room and plunged right into the awkward moment of the morning-afterness.
“So, Holden,” I said. “Nice meeting you.”
“When can I see you again?” he asked, carefully putting down his utensils.
“Hmm,” I said, desperately fighting off the urge to beg for another date this same night. “Call me mid-week, we’ll figure something out.”
He smiled faintly, nodded and turned his full attention back to the food.
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Date: 2005-08-22 08:15 am (UTC)I would list everything I like about it, but that would take too long, so I'll just compliment the thing I adore the most, and that's your characterization. You can change their name, appearance and adapt their traits in a way that they would in the chosen environment, but you caught their essence so well they are distinctly recognizable despite of it. Oh, and you put them in the time & location so well - they don't seem out of place at all.
My only complaint would be you ended the previous story too soon, but I'm like that with all the good stories (I want them to continue even if all the characters are dead and the length had surpassed "Lord of the Rings :p). But no, seriously, you did cut it at a very good place: you gave us just enough clues to understand the characters and the story, then left the ending open to interpretation.
Sorry if this wasn't the most coherent of comments, but what I meant to say was: I loved this and I'm looking forward to the rest of it.
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:40 am (UTC)I'm very happy the settings work for you! The first part fell prey to my love for happy-ends: the timeline I made up for the rest of that incarnation is incredibly depressing, so I had to stop there. And after seeing the artbooks and some of the outfits there, the gay club setting was completely inevitable ^_^ It goes crazier from here, to be honest...
Thank you again for the wonderful kind comments! Very happy to meet you and hope you enjoy the rest *hugs*
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Date: 2005-08-24 10:24 pm (UTC)My muse thanks you for the name Kassandra, just as a random point.
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Date: 2005-08-25 12:40 pm (UTC)Hee, I've been dying to use Kassandra with a K for something since I first saw Warlock. Yay! Your muse is plotting something! Eeexellent!
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