by Quil Carter
The light blinded me. I swore and tried to get up.
“You’re piss drunk,” Killian muttered. Boy, did he sound mad. He started dragging me to the bedroom. Damn, he was strong when he put his mind to it. Mm, good. I wanted him strong; he needed to be strong when I fucked him.
“Take your clothes off, you sexy little twink.” I gave out a playful growl as I looked up at him.
“Get up, you drunk bastard.” Killian didn’t sound as amused as I did. “I hope you have a splitting headache when you wake up.”
“You should take your clothes off.”
“No thank you, drunky.” I knew my drunken charm had worked on him when he gave me an amused smile. He got me to my feet and pushed me onto the bed. I didn’t return the smile though, I was serious. I wanted him, I needed to be inside of him. I had to have that tight little opening around my dick.
I started taking my clothes off. As Killian disappeared into the other room I got completely naked.
When he came back he was holding a bucket and a glass of something. He looked at me in shock. I looked down and saw my dick in my hand. I was stroking it slowly.
“Reaver! Stop! What’s wrong with you?” He gaped at my rock hard cock. “What made you so horny?” He sounded wary.
I gave my dick a tug and moaned. “You. I thought too much about you.” I bit my lip. I saw Killian put down the water he was holding. He looked at me hesitantly. “Are you… sure?”
I gave my cock a stroke and let out a moan. I emphasized this one, hoping to make him horny too.
It worked. He chewed his cheek but I could hear his heart jolt. He started taking his clothes off.
I grinned and stroked a bit faster. His smooth body was perfect. So pale, lanky, and perfectly formed – and his cock, fuck, his cock was beautiful. “I… I feel like I’m about to take advantage of you… you’re piss drunk. What happened at Asher’s?”
Asher’s? “No, I was sentrying,” I said. I had been outside, so I was sentrying.
Killian looked at me puzzled. “Oh, alright.” I took my hand away as he stepped out of his pants. He dropped his boxers and put one knee on the bed. He was holding his soft dick in his hands. I started to get up to fuck him but he pushed me right back down. “No, you’ll fall off the bed.” I heard a snap of lube, then a hot hand on my cock.
I closed my eyes with a smile as I felt him rub the lube into it. Then a shifting on the bed as he straddled me.
I groaned loudly and lifted my hips up as he lowered his ass onto my dick. I heard a gasping moan from him too as he pushed through.
I felt my cock sink all the way inside of him. Like I remembered earlier his ass was tight, so tight it was always hard to get a rhythm at first, just from the difficulty of moving it in and out of him. But every rough push brought me a wave of pleasure that the alcohol only intensified.
I could feel his body moving up and down on me. I opened my eyes and saw the picture of beauty, rising up and down as he rode me.
“One day I want you to fuck me,” I gasped.
Killian stopped, I could feel his breath on my cheek. “What?” His voice was laboured and ragged.
“You heard me.” I grabbed his fully erect dick in my hands and tugged on it playfully.
Killian swore and started to ride me faster. I think what I said might have turned him on. I grasped his sides with both hands, and plunged my member into him hard. Killian’s eyes were closed, his hands rapidly jerking his own cock, just a blur under his fast movements. With my dick still thrusting inside of him he let out a cry. Cum started spraying from the pink head and onto my chest. I moaned, feeling his ass tense around my cock. I groaned his name and with a few more thrusts I came inside of him.
The next thing I remembered I was hanging over the bed, puking my guts up.
Killian was behind me, rubbing my back. I was puking into a white bucket I didn’t remember being there. I think that was the bucket I used to flush the toilet.
He stroked my hair, his voice sympathetic.
I puked and puked until it was all out of me. When Killian decided I was okay he fetched me some water.
I drank, then used the last gulp to swish out my throat. I spat it into the bucket. It looked like vodka mixed with bits of candy.
Killian’s touch was comforting. I felt sick, nauseas and just gross. I lay down on the bed. I was still naked, and so was he. I watched as he took the bucket away; when he returned he had a cloth.
He dabbed my head. “I think I see why you do drugs rather than drink.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re burning up. Go to sleep, drunky boy.”
I inhaled. The room smelled of fresh semen and vomit. I swore and put a hand on my head. “Where am I?”
“Home, baby,” Killian said soothingly. “Close your eyes.”
I didn’t remember anything after that.
Many, many hours later I dragged my pathetic ass out of bed. Everything that had happened last night was a grey blur of nausea and puke. Not just the distorted haze of what had happened before I came home, but everything after. I never wanted to drink vodka again or greywine… or any alcohol.
I stumbled into the bathroom and saw the tub already filled with lukewarm water. I hadn’t even looked into the living room to see if Killian was there. Maybe he knew better than to talk to me.
I washed up and looked at my scruffy ass in the mirror. I had a few cuts on my face but besides that I just needed a shave.
After changing into clean clothes (also laid out for me in the bathroom, I swear I needed to start paying this kid) I ventured out into the living room.
Killian was making quils by my desk. He didn’t look up. “There is corn meal and honey in that pot; you won’t be able to stomach greasy food.”
“I feel okay.” I scratched my head and picked up the pot, a spoon, and a mason jar of Dek’ko honey. “I don’t get hangovers.”
I sat down on the couch with a groan and started eating. Killian got up and handed me a glass of water and some aspirin. I took it even though I was planning on filling myself with pain killers soon.
While I was eating I turned on the television and put on a movie.
Killian was chewing on his lips. “Nothing bad happened, right? You were saying weird things last night. You seemed really drunk and out of it.”
“I still had my clothes on?”
“Yeah, you tried to tell me you were only out sentrying. I thought you were lying to get sex, but… it seemed like you barely knew where you were, let alone where you had come from.”
“Well, I was at Asher’s, I remember that much. I better go over and make sure he isn’t dead,” I chuckled.
He gave me a very pitiful look, his big blue eyes injecting as much sadness and sympathy as they could into my own. “Just stay with me today… please? You scared me last night.”
Oddly I sensed apprehension and fear in his voice; his heartbeat had changed too. Weird, I was used to his sad little eyes trying to manipulate me into doing things, but he genuinely looked like he needed some attention.
We had been busy during the past month. Every day we had been out working on the green townhouse and Asher’s place. I was also busy with my patrols and hanging out with Asher. Since the new kid came along I hadn’t been spending all day with Killian in the basement like we used to.
“Alright, alright, come here.” I put the now empty pot of corn mush aside and patted my lap. He crawled into it and put his head on my shoulder. “Since I’m going to be gone all day on Wednesday, for the next two days it’s just me and you. No Asher, or Reno, no fixing up shit. Just us. Doin’ drugs, fucking like bunnies, and eating good food, okay?”
Killian started to cry. I laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, you’re a great boyfriend,” Killian said. I squeezed him though I was eyeing up the silver tray where we kept our lines.
“I know, I am rather great.” I smiled. “I guess I owe it to you for taking care of my drunk, stumbling ass.”
Kill
ian’s face fell. “You were really weird last night. You came home and all you wanted to do was have sex.”
“Did we?”
Killian nodded. I frowned, not even remembering that. “I wasn’t rough with you was I?”
My new found sense of consideration disintegrated as he laughed right at me. “You might be many things, but you’re not an angry drunk. You’re a happy, horny drunk who says weird things, and can apparently ejaculate and vomit at the same time.”
I stared.
“I had to get off of you pretty quickly.”
I could see his teeth peeking through as he smiled.
“You seem to be enjoying telling me this.” I furrowed my brow.
Killian giggled and pecked my lips. “I have a lot more to tell you, but I’m going to wait for an opportunity to present itself where I can use it against you.”
“Clever, I am teaching you well,” I purred and kissed him back. “But really, I don’t remember anything. I was okay?”
Killian nodded. “The things you said were just silly drunk talk. Nothing important.” He paused though; his lips disappeared as he pursed them. “But please… don’t get that drunk with him again. I know you –” I groaned and got up off of the couch.
“Please, Reaver?”
“Even if I was slobbering drunk, Killian, I wouldn’t touch him,” I sighed, and that was the truth.
“You just seemed more than drunk…” He let that trail.
I waved him off. I made my way to the kitchen but as I passed the edge of the couch I stopped. I looked down and saw the waffle maker, wires sticking out the ends.
I went over and picked it up. I swore as I saw the wires all pulled out and fringed.
Then the closet door of my bedroom slammed.
“Killian Lance Massey!” I yelled.
I spent the next two days filling up Killian with as much love as I could humanly stand. We sat on our asses in the basement all day and spent all night doing the things I had promised him and more.
Thank god the kid slept a lot, eight hours if I drugged him properly. If I didn’t have the time to myself I would have probably smothered him with a pillow after the first day. You would think all that lovey-dovey shit would be boring for him after a while but nope, it was just fanning the flames. Made him crave it even more like I was shooting him up with heroin or something.
But hopefully it killed whatever stupid insecurities he had. If it didn’t prove that I wouldn’t fuck around with Asher then Killian could just go to hell.
Though, when he didn’t think I was looking, he sometimes scowled, deep in thought. I wasn’t sure why and, quite frankly, I didn’t want to ask. Chances are it would just cause a fight. He knew he could tell me anything.
The past two days he had been walking on air, but on Wednesday morning, when I was finishing the small bit of packing I had to do, his mood took a solemn turn.
“Please be careful?” He was packing up a sack full of candy and drugs for me to take on the quad. He had already secured his own candy and drugs for Reno and his pajama party. We had a VCR now anyway and Nintendo so they wouldn’t be bored. “I meant what I said the other day about Asher…”
“And I meant what I said too. I don’t turn my back on anyone. I’ll be back in no time, and we can get all the money that asshole owes us back.”
Killian nodded. He holstered his Magnum and we went up the tank hatch.
I whistled for the dog and he came bounding in from the backyard. I thought Deek was a stupid name but it wasn’t like I had any ideas so I had started calling him that too. Though I mostly referred to him as what his purpose in life was… to be a decoy in case we ever had to escape from a bad situation.
“Deek-oi,” Killian said as we walked down the street towards the north gate where Reno was going to meet the two of us. Asher was meeting us too but I hadn’t spotted him on the road. “Like o-i at the end, then it’s unique.”
“The fucking deacdog isn’t going to have his name spelled ever,” I said. “It sounds the same.”
I watched as the grey deacdog walked beside Killian. “He’s only here to protect you, alright? And this is a trial run. If he fails, he’s out, no crying and no begging. That’s my terms.”
“He will protect me, he’s very smart.” Killian kicked a rock and the dog bounded off after it.
“Hey, there are those bastards!” Asher called. I immediately felt Killian’s heart jolt.
Asher was on the outside of the open gate, loading the combat shotgun I had let him borrow. Reno was leaning up against the fence talking to him.
“You leave early?” I gave Sadii a nod and walked through the gates into the greywastes.
“Nah, I hung out with Reno last night. He spent the night.” Asher gave me a smug grin. I had started to remember at least some of that conversation we’d had that night. Enough to know I had tried to hook those two up.
I nudged Killian trying to tell him that he had nothing to worry about. He didn’t look convinced.
“You ready to go get our buried treasure, matey?” Asher belted his gun to his back and hopped onto Reno’s quad.
“Like fuck you’re driving. Get in the bitch seat, asshole!” I said. I took a step towards him but then remembered Killian. I stepped back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be home tonight hopefully. Keep your pants on.”
“You too,” Killian said, though I know he meant something different. “Be safe, okay?”
“Always,” I said with a wink. I turned and hopped onto the quad, and sped off into the greywastes.
Chapter 39
Killian
I looked longingly at the dust the quad had kicked up and sighed. A part of me did wish I had gone with them but a larger, and more neurotic, part was glad I stayed behind. Asher did this kind of stuff professionally and, in a sense, so did Reaver. Me? I was useless… I could water plants and repair houses but that was the extent of my abilities. At least until I learned to aim a bit better and count my bullets.
A group of kids ran down the street ahead of us, disappearing into an old white house with the roof in disrepair. They were wielding machine guns made out of sticks and hollering at one another.
In my town we would mimic the thiens when we played, shooting greywasters with pretend bullets and mercenaries. Sometimes the thiens even let us hold their guns; guns were a lot heavier than they looked.
I listened to what the kids were shouting about.
“Burn him alive! I sentence Kyle to death by burning!”
“No! I won Rock, Paper, Scissors, I’m Reaver!”
I heard a shriek as two of the kids started to fight each other, and then one of the kids burst into tears.
Reno and I got a good laugh out of that. We walked past the abandoned house to see one of the kids, red faced and holding his arm. The first one was jabbing him with the stick. “No mercy! No mercy!”
“That’s just great, Reaver’s going to love that,” Reno chuckled. “The adults may only tolerate his psychotic ass but the kids worship him. If he ever wants to take over Aras without that public execution manipulation bullshit, he’ll at least have an army of children behind him.”
“Or as Reaver would call them… human shields,” I said with a grin.
“Reno?” I froze as a voice called from behind us. It was Leo.
“I’m going to get some fuel.” I backed away and quickly took off towards the storage sheds. Reno called me back once but I pretended I couldn’t hear him.
I crossed the square to the far south side and made my way to the sheds.
I brought out the set of keys Reaver had given me. There were over two dozen keys on the chain and I only knew what maybe five of them opened. The rest were probably for his own personal greywaste caches, and ones around the block.
Since I had no idea what key opened what it took me awhile to open the shed, which was just as well, as I didn’t want to chance Leo still being there when I got back to where I’d left Reno.
I stuffed a can of peaches and a box of chocolate bars into my satchel, and thumbed through Reaver’s box of video games for anything I might want to play. After killing at least ten minutes in the musty, dry shed I decided to grab the fuel and go back to where I had left Reno.
I closed the shed door and locked it and looked behind my shoulder. Leo and Reno were still talking beside the fountain.
I was about to walk over to Carson’s store to pretend I needed something when Reno let out a laugh and I heard him saying goodbye to Leo. It looked like it was going to be safe.
As I walked towards them, Leo was turning away.
We made eye contact for a split second. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned into me, void of the kind warmth they used to have. He turned back towards the north gate and walked away from us.
Reno silently took the fuel container from me, giving me a funny look. I adjusted my satchel and we began walking home.
“What… what the hell was that?” Reno had to walk fast to keep pace with me. I went into an alleyway towards a road heading near the basement.
I started cutting through a parking lot to get there quicker. I could see fresh skid marks in the ash, discolouring the grey ground like scars; I assumed that was Reaver falling down during his drunk night.
I felt vulnerable without Reaver nearby. Leo could easily snipe me and say it was an accident or something. Reno had been saying that Leo stayed over sometimes; what if they were planning to silence me for good?
“Well? Are you okay?”
I hated my imagination.
“Nothing, let’s just go home,” I said quickly. I looked behind once more.
“You’re scared. Well, alright, let’s go.” Reno kept pace with me. He didn’t ask any more questions after that. The silence between us was apparent and awkward, and I could almost feel his mind try to probe mine but I didn’t speak.
The mood changed almost immediately when I slid down the tank hatch and into Reaver’s basement. The weight flew off of my shoulders and left with the boulder in my stomach. If I could bottle the feeling I got from smelling Reaver’s basement I would. It was its own anti-anxiety medication.
