by Zane Menzy
Matt picked himself up, hobbling towards the street, riddled with pain. His stomach screamed in suffering, his throttled throat burned and his face stung from the brutal punch. These aches meant nothing, though. Nothing came close to the pain spreading throughout his body from the agony of a dying heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:
A Blaze of Fury
“Damon, I think it’s time you let it go,” Lexi said plainly. “Zoe isn’t going to get back with you.” She sat perched on the edge of Damon’s bed, trying to talk sense into him before he tried calling Zoe again for the billionth time.
“You don’t know that,” Damon snapped as he walked about in circles. “She just needs to calm down.” He plonked himself down next to Lexi, laying back and stared up at the ceiling.
Lexi gave him a forlorn smile and patted his arm. “Sorry, hun, but I think you’ve met your Waterloo.”
Damon grabbed his hair, pulling hard, refusing to admit defeat. It had been three days since Zoe dumped him, storming out of the house in a tizz. “If she would just fucking listen and let me explain then she would know that she got it wrong.”
Lexi nodded, stroking her hair. She opened her mouth, taking a moment before uttering any words, “She hasn’t got it wrong, though, has she?”
Damon kept staring at the ceiling, refusing to respond.
Lexi sighed and lay down beside him. “There’s no point in lying to me, Damon. I know you cheated. You know you cheated. So, why not just admit it? I’m not going to judge you.”
“You know me that well do you?”
Lexi smiled. “I sure do.”
Damon took a deep breath and confessed, “I cheated.”
Lexi whacked his side. “Bad boy. That is for being a dirty dog.” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “Good boy for finally being rid of the bitch, though.”
“Thank you, nutter,” Damon said. Lexi nuzzled into his side and Damon wrapped an arm around her. “I just feel like such an arsehole about it all. She was fucking perfect ya know? Me and Zoe were made for each other and I go and fuck it all up.”
“You’re right. She was perfect for you,” Lexi returned. “She was gorgeous, rich and every bit as shallow and self-absorbed as you are. She’s basically you with tits.”
Damon tickled Lexi’s side. “Gee, thanks.”
Lexi whacked his arm to stop him tickling her. “Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a fan of the girl, but she deserves to be treated better than that, Damon. Everybody does.”
“Again. Gee, thanks,” Damon groaned.
“You know I love you, doofus. But you’re not boyfriend material. You’re a rebel with a cause in his pants. You should just stay single.”
“So, you think I should give up on ringing her?” Damon asked before huffing out a thoughtful breath.
“Yeah, otherwise she may end up getting a restraining order on you for being such a stalker.” Lexi laughed quietly. She stroked Damon’s cheek where Zoe had scratched him. “She got you good, didn’t she?”
“Yep. Went all fucking Alanis Morissette on me in a big way.”
“You oughta know,” Lexi teased. “Look on the Brightside. You are free and single to hook up with whoever you like on your birthday this weekend.”
“Maybe it’ll be you,” Damon said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
“We both know that’s never gonna happen,” Lexi said with a mix of laughter. “I’d rather become a nun than sleep with a tart like you.”
“Harsh Lexi, that was harsh,” Damon said, pretending to be offended.
“Anyway, for your information, I think I have my eye on someone.”
Damon propped himself up on his eyebrow, intrigued by Lexi’s statement. “Do tell. Is it someone I know?”
Lexi nodded. “Sure is.”
“Give me a hint.”
“Well, he’s really nice, smart and definitely quite sexy.”
“It’s me. Definitely me,” Damon said humorously.
Lexi rolled her eyes “It’s not you, dick.”
“Fuck me, is it Todd?”
“No, idiot. It’s Matt. Matthew Andrews.”
Damon shook his head, unsure if he heard right. “Matt?”
“Yeah. Seeing him the other night and getting to know him better at the party made me think maybe he’s my sort of guy.” She looked wistfully towards the window. “I just never looked at him that way before, but seeing him outside of school not dressed like the grim reaper made me see him in a whole new light.”
“Oh…” Damon ran a hand through his hair.
Lexi scrunched her face up, biting her lip. “It’s not weird that I like Fatty Matty, is it?”
Damon hesitated ‘till Lexi poked his arm prompting a response. “No. Not weird at all.”
“I looked for him at school today but couldn’t find him. I was gonna ask if he fancied coming with us to our next movie night.”
“Oh, okay,” Damon said, feeling uneasy with the topic.
“Will he be at your party on Saturday?”
“I don’t think so.” Damon looked away. “He isn’t exactly a mate of mine.”
“He isn’t?” Lexi said, sounding surprised. “You both hung out heaps at the party.”
Damon scratched his neck, trying to block out images of what him and Matt had done together at the party.
“Is there a problem between you two?” She narrowed her eyes, spotting the worried look on Damon’s face.
“No. Sorry. I was just… thinking about Zoe again,” Damon lied.
“I suppose me fluttering on about Matt doesn’t help the recently broken-hearted.” She said. “I may have a story that might cheer you up though.” Lexi’s eyes twinkled. “It’s fucking gross but funny.”
“Gross and funny. Sounds good.”
“Okay, before school this morning I couldn’t get my car to start, right. So, I walked around to Todd’s place to ask for a lift. Anyway, I got there just in time as he was walking down the drive to jump in his car. He was busy concentrating on holding a box of something and didn’t see me coming so I snuck up behind him…” Lexi covered her face, trying not to laugh.
“If that is the story then please don’t tell anyone at my party ‘cos trust me it isn’t funny.”
Lexi shook her head, still laughing. “No. There’s more. I snuck up behind him and yelled, ‘boo!’ giving him this huge fright. He threw the box he was carrying up in the air and it landed down his front covering him in shit.” Lexi stared at Damon, her lips creaking with chuckles. “It was a box of the twin’s dirty nappies and they fell all down his shirt, dripping everywhere.” She burst out laughing. “I nearly threw up. It was fucking disgusting.”
Damon stared at her, his face cold. “A box of nappies? Why did he have a box of nappies?”
Lexi ignored the question, still gripped by her funny story. “You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless.”
“Why did he have a box of nappies, Lexi?” Damon repeated sternly.
Lexi stopped laughing. “Taking them to the dump or something I suppose.” She looked at Damon like he was stupid. “Don’t you think that’s funny?”
“Yep. Pretty funny, alright,” Damon growled.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking brilliant,” Damon said heatedly. A blaze of fury gripped his body for the second time that week. “I think we should go pay our buddy Todd a visit.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX:
Testicle Twisting
Damon had wasted no time in getting down to his car, revving the engine with loud angry bursts. Lexi had scarpered after him, constantly asking what was wrong. He didn’t give her the details, and just said, “Me and Todd have issues.”
Todd lived nearby and at the speed Damon drove off in his car, it didn’t take them long to reach the Jenkin’s home. Damon skidded to a noisy stop, hitting the street kerb with a sharp thud.
“Fucking hell, Damon. Are you trying to kill me?” Lexi said, tugging on her seatbelt.
Damon opened the car door, leapt out from his seat and stormed towards Todd’s house in frantic strides. The front door was open so Damon barged right in, marching down the hallway straight to Todd’s bedroom. He wasn’t in there. “Todd,” Damon called out, impatient for a response. He looked around at the posters of half-naked women clinging to the walls, resisting the urge to tear them all down. He stayed in the bedroom and yelled again. “Todd!”
Lexi burst into the room, huffing. “What the hell are you doing, Damon?” She quickly scanned the room, looking for Todd. “Why are you acting so fucking crazy?”
Damon pushed past her, walking back up the hallway. He stopped halfway up the hall, turning into the laundry where he knew he would find a door to take him outside to the Jenkins’s backyard.
He stepped out into the perfectly manicured back garden with its pretty flower beds and citrus trees dotted throughout its yard. “Todd,” Damon hollered. He flicked his eyes side to side, obsessed with finding his friend.
“Yep,” Todd’s voice called out.
Damon snapped his neck around, trying to see where the voice came from. At the far end of the garden, he saw a pair of legs under one of the fruit trees. Damon surged ahead, stomping over the lawn. He rounded the tree and saw Todd standing in just a pair of shorts, holding a hose, washing sand off his boogie board.
“Hey, man. I was about to call you,” Todd said, smiling. He was blissfully unaware how furious Damon was.
Damon walked right up to him and swung a punch that connected with Todd’s jaw, sending Todd arsing over backwards, dropping the hose. “Why Todd?” Damon stepped over his fallen friend, kicking him in his side. “Why would you write that shit about Victoria?”
Todd groaned, clutching is side, trying to crawl away. “Fuck off, Damon. What are you doing?”
“Beating the shit out of you would be my first guess, cunt.” Damon kicked him in the side again.
“Arrrghh, fuck!” Todd yelped in pain. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”
Damon knelt down and grabbed hold of Todd’s crotch, squeezing his balls viciously. “Stop fucking lying.”
Todd squealed, his body jerking in shock from the testicle twisting.
Damon let go and stood back up, looking down at his mate who held his hands over his bruised balls.
“Damon, stop!” Lexi screamed.
Damon turned around to find Lexi jostling forward, shock scribbled over his face. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Before Damon could respond a swift force hit the back of his legs, tripping him over. He fell backwards landing heavy on his back, realising Todd had just kicked him.
Todd pounced on top of him, locking his legs either side of Damon and grabbed hold of his swinging arms, pinning him down. “Yeah, mate. You need to calm fucking down.” He quickly let go of one of Damon’s arms, punching him in the face before pinning Damon’s wrist back down.
“Just get off of him, Todd,” Lexi screamed. “Both of you calm down.”
Damon could feel a slow warmth pooling in his mouth. He spat up over Todd’s bare chest and saw specks of blood hit his friend’s skin. “Get off of me, cunt,” Damon demanded in a vexed breath.
“Not until you calm down,” Todd said, before mouthing the word cunt back at Damon. He squeezed his legs together, letting Damon know he had full control. “You don’t just turn up at my house and bust me in the face then try ripping my fucking balls off and get away with it.”
Lexi walked over, pushing at Todd’s shoulder. “Todd, just get off of him. We can talk this out and find out what the problem is.”
Damon gritted his teeth together then snarled up at Todd. “This prick has been vandalising my house with baby shit for fucking months now. And he sent a letter saying that Victoria dying was the best thing to ever happen.”
Todd glared back cockily. A vindictive smile crept to the surface of his face.
“What’s he on about Todd?” Lexi asked. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“Nar, Lexi. Damon here has it all…” He took a deep breath, exerting pressure down on Damon’s arms, making sure he didn’t wriggle free. “Has it all wrong.”
Lexi whipped her head around in all angles, her arms flailed wildly like she didn’t know how to control the situation. “Fucking hell, can you both stop being such pig-headed males and sit around and talk about this.”
Damon ignored her mediation, he slipped his wrist free and managed to swing a punch into Todd’s armpit. Todd jolted in shock, he grabbed hold of Damon’s hand and wrestled it back down to the ground.
“Good try, sissy.” Todd laughed arrogantly right in Damon’s face. He lifted his knee slightly and rammed it into Damon’s side. Damon grunted from the sharp pain. He hurled up another ball of bloody spit that landed on Todd’s stomach.
Todd shook his head in disgust. “At least we finally find out who would win in a fight, don’t we?” He laughed. “Turns out you’re less of a match than I thought.”
Lexi grabbed Todd’s shoulder, trying to pull him off. “That’s enough you two. You can come inside and measure your cocks instead.” Her frustrated humour didn’t deter either male. Both kept struggling, locked in battle.
“Go wait in the car Lexi,” Damon hissed.
“No. I’m not leaving ‘till—”
“Fuck off, Lexi,” Damon screamed. He didn’t want her watching on as he was losing to Todd and he sure as shit didn’t want her help. He needed to take care of this battle himself.
“Yeah, Lexi. We will work it out,” Todd said calmly, not loosening his firm grip.
Lexi threw her hands in the air, giving up reasoning with the stubborn duo. “Fuck sake. Come get me when you’re done with this whose cock is biggest bullshit.” She walked away, granting the pair space to fight their battle alone.
“I know you’d win that contest,” Todd whispered, puffing.
“Yeah, I figured a prick like you had a tiny one,” Damon growled.
“Nothing wrong with my cock, mate.” Todd laughed, sounding confident. “But I’ve seen yours in action and I must say it’s quite impressive.”
Damon screwed his face up, puzzled by the statement. “You’ve what?”
What Todd said next winded Damon more than any punch or knee ever could.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN:
Loose Lips, Sink Ships
“I know you have a big cock,” Todd said, his eyes narrowing forebodingly. “I seen it myself last weekend while it was pounding poor old Fatty Matty’s arsehole.” Todd stared down at Damon and raised his eyebrows. “You were pretty fucking brutal, bro.”
Damon stopped struggling, his body going limp.
“Yep. Couldn’t believe it at first. Here’s my best mate, ploughing his cock inside another dude.” Todd said crassly.
Damon stared up, blinking. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’re fucking dreaming, Todd. You didn’t see shit.”
Todd chuckled, shaking his head. “Nuh uh, Damo. I saw you at the party behind that tree. And from what I could tell, you and Matty boy were having a gay old time.” He puckered his lips and blew a patronising kiss at Damon. “Didn’t know you had a thing for the boys. No wonder you went straight for my nuts before.”
“I don’t have a fucking thing for guys,” Damon snapped back. He had never felt so emasculated in all his life. Pinned under someone taking great joy in rubbing a secret truth in his face. “You’re fucking dreaming, Todd.”
“Am I?” Todd laughed. “So, I was just dreaming then after I’d finished fucking Emily in my car and went to take a piss by the trees? You know, at the end of the path by the barn?” He winked at Damon letting him know he knew. “And fuck me. There was you fucking that trashy prick Andrews.” Todd bit down on his lip, grinning. “So, how was he Damo? Did he take it better than Zoe?”
Damon’s eyes glowered resentfully. He couldn’t break free and was being force-fed a humiliating bite of humble pie. “Stop talking shit, Todd.”
“Yo
u’d know a thing or two about shit, wouldn’t you Damon? Considering there’s enough of it on the end of your dick.”
Damon lay there, not struggling, no fight in him. The wind had been knocked out of his sails. “You said any hole’s a goal, right?”
“I did. But I really didn’t mean that kind of hole, Damo.” Todd laughed. He looked down at a defeated Damon and smiled condescendingly. He let go of Damon’s hands and slapped him gently on the cheek. “But hey, good for you for embracing your fag side, Damo.”
“I’m not a fag,” Damon whispered.
Todd tilted his head, giving Damon a curious look. “But you fucked a guy in the arse, Damo. I think that might make you more than a little queer, mate.”
“I’m not queer,” Damon groaned.
“Keep telling yourself that. You’re probably getting hard from me sitting on you like this.” Todd leant down and breathed sexily over Damon’s face. “I bet you wish you could fuck me, don’t you?”
Damon smiled. “Grab my cock then if you’re that fucking interested to see if I’m hard.”
“I fucking knew it! You are dying to fuck me.” He shook his head, laughing smugly. “In your dreams, buddy.”
“Is it?” Damon said, grinning.
Todd bit his lip, looking lost in thought. His hand disappeared behind his back, its destination revealed when Damon felt Todd grab his knee and gently squeeze. Todd let out a light groan as his hand slipped under the fabric of Damon’s shorts, gliding up the warmth of his thigh. Todd’s fingers continued up, scraping along the fine hairs of Damon’s inner thigh.
Damon wasn’t sure what the fuck was happening.
Todd lifted Damon’s briefs and seized Damon’s balls in his hand, tugging on them firmly. He gave Damon a crooked smile as he let go and refilled his palm with Damon’s penis.
Damon shuddered at the feel of his best mate squeezing his dick, half-expecting Todd to try ripping it off. But no violent tearing happened. Todd’s fingers delicately rubbed his cock, almost lovingly.
