Wesley’s always delicate with his baby, but what happens when Karter wants more?
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He wasn’t sure when the hunger started, but he knew he could feel it. He could feel the strong urge in the pit of his stomach when he looked at him. He always thought he was perfect, and nothing could change that. The way his eyes glazed over, the small arch in his back, the way his mouth formed a perfect 'o' and last, but not least, the way his voice would raise an octave when he pushed the right buttons.
He was always fascinated by the devilish look in his angel's eyes. He constantly wondered how something so pure could be this obscene. Don't get him wrong, he loves the way he is, he just... never thought he would be this way. Wesley loves Karter with every fiber of his being. More so when he's tearing the boy apart and getting to see the vulnerability. The part of him he almost loves the most. To see what it's like to make him squirm, to shake, or even cry if he's lucky.
His lips are his favorite part. The kisses are soft, but the desperation leaves them rushed and rough, turning sloppy. It's impossible for Wesley to keep his hands to himself when he begins to explore Karters body. His hands roaming as if it’s his first time touching him. The perfect silky skin under his fingertips that begins to form goosebumps. He smiles as Karter shivers, loving that feeling.
Wesley growls when he hears the faint whine from the back of Karter's throat when he slides his hands under his shirt. He pulls him closer by the small of his back, desperate to get his baby boy closer to him. Sometimes it just doesn't feel like it's enough for him. Like he can't get him close enough. Almost as if the closer he pulls him in, the further away he gets.
The urge in the pit of his stomach grows and begins to burn as he lays Karter down. Karter stares up at him with those eyes. The eyes of a desperate little lamb and Wesley is the wolf, ready to pounce. Wesley loves the way Karter begs. His baby knows exactly how to get what he wants. Knows exactly how to get Wesley to do anything he wants.
"Daddy..." Karter whispers.
It's almost as if Karter is afraid of his own voice. Like if he says the wrong thing, Wesley will snap. He wonders if Karter will ever learn that he loves him too much to ever hurt a hair on his head. That he would never forgive himself for harming such a beautiful creature such as himself. Wesley will do anything for Karter.
"Yes, baby?"
Wesley has to force himself back. Karter knows exactly what he's doing by using that name with Wes. When a perfect angel such as Karter wants something, he uses the secret weapon to do so. Karter blushes a deep red, looking away from him. He grabs Wesley’s wrist, sliding his hand down his stomach, resting it on his hardening cock.
"I want you to touch me."
A simple request. How could he say no? Why would he ever say no? Karter deserved everything in the world. Wesley believed that. Karter has him wrapped so tightly around his finger that he can get anything. But he can’t get ahead of himself.
“Now, now. Don’t be so greedy baby,”
Karter pouts, laying back, letting Wesley continue his work. He pushes his baby’s shirt up, revealing more of his soft skin. He dips his head down to lick over his nipple, Karter arches up into Wesley, a quiet moan slipping from his perfect lips as Wes touches him.
Wesley grabs Karter’s hips, lifting him up onto his thighs as he slowly unbuttons his pants, making him needier. He could not wait to make him squirm. To hear the beautiful sounds that would come from his mouth. Wesley kisses him soft and sweet, growling quietly as Karter pulls him in closer.
It's hard for Wesley to keep his patience when he's with his baby. He has such the urge to ruin him as quickly as possible, but he knows the consequences. If he moves too fast, he'll scare him away. He'll never want to make the same mistake again. Not until his baby is ready, that is.
He moves slowly because he loves to tease. Wesley holds Karter's hips and moves them against his, being gentle but rough to keep him grounded. Karter whimpers a quiet noise, needy and desperate, letting Wesley knows he's on the right path. Wesley smiles at him, hooking his fingers on his pants, pulling them off along with his underwear. Karter lifts his hips to help.
"You're being slow," Karter teases, laughing at Wesley's surprised look.
"I'm trying to make sure I don't overwhelm you, baby," Wesley explains
Karter rolls his eyes as he flips them over, sitting up on Wesley's hips. He smirks down at him and takes his shirt off, leaving himself completely naked for Wesley. Wesley stares in disbelief. He's seen his baby like this so many times but never trying to be dominant.
"Karter, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to..."
Wesley prays that Karter will continue, and they are answered when Karter scoots back on his legs and begin to unbutton his pants. Wesley moans quietly as Karter works. Karter smiles as he pulls Wesley's hard cock from his jeans, slowly stroking the base. Wesley pushes his hips up, fucking his cock into Karter's hand.
Karter presses his hand against his hips, not allowing him to move. Wesley groans in frustration, making Karter grin. He dips his head, taking Wesley into his mouth. Wesley falls flat on his back; a long moan escapes his lips then groans as he feels his cock hit the back of Karter's throat. Karter moans as he feels Wesley's cock throb, grabbing his own and jacks himself off.
Wesley grabs a fistful of Karter's hair and thrusts his hips roughly, fucking Karter's throat. Karter groans, relaxing his jaw and throat to take Wesley. Wesley groans as he feels Karter drool over his cock, his spit running down the shaft and over his balls. His hips stutter when as he hears the obscene squelch that comes from Karter's throat, the build-up of saliva gives him more control until he sees the tears building in Karter's eyes.
Wesley pulls Karter’s head off, who sits back as he gasps for air. Wesley sits up, grabbing for his baby, pulling him into his lap. Karter looks at him with a smile.
"Daddy, I'm fine. I promise."
Wesley frowns at him, "Are you sure? I was being rougher than usual with you."
Karter nods, pushing him back down before he straddles Wesley’s hips, setting himself down on his cock. Wesley moans, grabbing Karter's hips and pushes him down all the way. Karter whimpers in discomfort, causing Wesley to let go.
“Sorry, I got a little too excited.”
Karter rolls his eyes with a smile and takes Wesley’s hands, placing them back on his body, wrapping one of his hands around his cock. He moves his hips slowly, fucking himself on Wesley’s cock while fucking his cock into his fist.
Wesley groans and slides his hand up Karter's body with one hand and grips his cock harder with the other. Karter smiles down at him, his pupils as wide as a new moon.
"Daddy?"
Wesley barely heard him over the moan that came out after, Karter was becoming bolder than he thought he would be. They're making progress. That's all that mattered.
"Yes, my love?" He speaks quietly and gently. He can see Karter slowly reverting into his shell as if he's afraid to ask his oncoming question. Wesley pushes himself up and cups his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. He feels Karter relax, his once tense muscles loosening as he calms down.
"I was thinking that maybe we could try going rough?"
Wesley doesn't even answer the question. He flips them over and pins Karter to the bed by his throat. Karter yelps in surprise, his eyes widening at Wesley’s sudden change in demeanor. Wesley presses the tip of his cock against Karter's hole, waiting for the okay to continue. Karter hesitates at first, but nods at him, bracing for the impact. Wesley slides into Karter gently, half his cock inside him before shoving the rest in. Karter whines loudly, cringing roughly as he digs his nails into Wesley's arm.
"Are you doing alright baby?"
Karter nods, tears collecting in his eyes. Wesley leans down to kiss him before pulling out and slamming back in, Karter gasps, his hips jerking from Wesley hitting his prostate. Wes grins at his response, pulling out and shifting so he can smoothly roll his hips into Karter, finding a rhythm that makes his baby writhe the perfect way under him, hoping to make him scream and beg for more. All he wants is to hear his baby beg for his cock.
Karter does exactly that. His back arches off the bed and the sight makes Wesley throbs. His baby’s mouth falls open, giving him the 'o' face he loves to see. Wesley rolls his hips, thrusting roughly into him. Karter covers his mouth to stifle the moans. Wesley grabs his wrists and pins them down to the bed.
"I wanna hear you. Moan for me baby boy."
Karter's face scrunches up as Wesley thrusts harder, slamming his cock into his prostate. Karter lifts his hips up more, his eyes rolling back as Wesley fucks into him harder, wrapping his hand around his throat pushing him further into the mattress.
“Please, please, please! Right there!” Karter cries, his voice rasping slightly.
Wesley groans loudly, his cock throbbing as Karter’s hole squeezes his cock. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, trying to take his mind off the feeling as Karter lets out small gasps, writhing under him as Wesley rolls his hips into him.
“Cum on my cock baby. I know you can do it.”
“S-same time, please. I want to cum with you please,” Karter begs.
Wesley grins, “Yeah? You wanna cum with daddy? So thoughtful baby. But I have other plans.”
“Wait what-“ Karter cuts himself off, a surprised moan spilling from his lips.
Wesley pulls out, moving up to straddle Karter’s chest. He holds Karter’s face still with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other. He groans as he cums, ropes landing on Karter’s face. He runs his thumb over the mess, pressing it into Karter’s mouth,
“Asshole.” Karter says around his finger.
Wesley laughs, leaning down to kiss him.
“You did really well, baby, Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
Karter smiles, pulling Wesley down to lay with him.
"I spent my whole life thinking he was the one. That I had him in the palm of my hand. I guess I'm the fool." -Karter
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“Where were you last night?”
It’s not the first thing Karter wants to hear when he wakes up, but he knows he fucked up. Chase never lets him get away with the shit he pulls, no matter the ‘importance’.
Karter groans, rolling over and pulling the covers over his head, “Why the hell did you let him in!”
“Because I texted him when you weren’t home when I woke up to got to the bathroom at 5 am. Now answer the question. Where. Were. You.” Wesley asks,
ripping the blanket off Karter.
“None of your damn business. I’m an adult. I don’t have to tell you where I go.” Karter yanks the blanket back from Wesley's hand and pulls it back over his head. He curls up, hugging his knees to his chest, hoping that they will leave him alone.
“We just want to know if you were with him last night.”
Karter feels his body go numb. A heavy feeling sets in his stomach and tears burn at the back of his eyes. ‘Don’t tell them.’ he tells himself. It will only make everything worse. The conversation will never end. It’s always an endless battle with the two of them.
“No,” Karter says, his voice wavers.
Wesley sighs, sitting down on the edge of Karter’s bed, sliding a hand over his back, “Baby-”
“Don’t touch me.”
Wesley pulls his hand away and drops it in his lap. He looks up at Chase, pleading for help.
“Karter, just tell us. We aren’t going to be upset.”
“Yeah, now you won’t because I'm upset that you even asked. Just leave it alone.”
“Karter if he’s in town, we need to know. He isn’t supposed to even be in contact with you,” Chase tells him.
“Oh my god, why do you care so much?!” Karter shoves the blanket off and sits up, “What are you going to do? It’s not like I have a restraining order against him. If he comes around, he comes around. There is nothing to do about it. Just drop it for once. I am so tired of talking about it.”
“Karter we just-”
“Why is it always ‘we’? This isn’t your problem. This isn’t your fight. Why do I always have to fight my battles with the two of you?”
Chase sighs, “It’s because you shouldn’t have to fight it alone. I thought the reason you keep in contact with me was in case he comes around.”
“No, it was because you cared about me, and I didn’t want that to go away. Not because of him.”
There’s a long pause. Wesley places his hand back on Karter's back. Karter mumbles something and Wesley leans closer to him.
“What?”
There’s another pause, and Karter speaks again. “I have a duffel bag in my closet that’s been packed for weeks.” It’s barely above a whisper, and Wesley strains to hear him.
Wesley looks up at Chase with a nervous expression and Chase looks down in confusion.
“Wait what did he say?”
“He has a duffel bag in the closet,” Wesley repeats, pointing at the wardrobe across the room. Chase walks over and rips open the door, yanking the duffel back out of the closet and tosses it next to Karter on the bed.
“Why is this in there?”
Karter doesn’t respond, he stays with his back turned to Chase and Wesley.
“Karter I'm not going to repeat myself.”
“I knew he was coming back, and I thought he would take me this time.”
“What else is there that you’re hiding?”
“There’s a box in the desk that’s locked. It has goodbye letters in it.”
Chase sighs, and he walks over to the desk, pulling over the drawer and grabbing a small wooden box. Karter lifts his head and watches. He nods when Chase holds up the box and drops his head back down on the pillow. His eyes widen and he practically jumps out of bed when Chase throws the box onto the ground, stomps on it with the heel of his boot.
“Chase what the fuck!” Karter yells, running over to him. “What is your problem?”
“You and your secret-keeping. I’m so tired of it.” Chase picks up the stack of letters and shuffles through them. He tosses a letter to Wesley before finding his own. Karter goes to grab the rest of the stack from Chase, but Chase holds him back.
“Stop. You’re not hiding anything anymore. What did he write Wesley?”
Karter looks over at Wesley, there’s a pleading look in his eyes as she shakes his head. Wesley looks back and forth between the two before he looks back down at the letter.
“He just explains why he left, and that he loves me.”
“Because it’s true!”
“If it were true, you wouldn’t be trying to leave him, Karter,” Chase interjects as he rips open the envelope to his own letter.
“I don’t understand why you even wrote me a letter, actually. Anthony would have told me you were with him eventually. He doesn’t keep secrets from me.”
Karter’s body relaxes and he stares in disbelief.
“So, you knew he had a girlfriend?”
“Of course. He and I went to school with her.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Karter asks.
Chase rolls his eyes, “Because I didn’t think you were still in contact with him like you promised.”
“It doesn’t matter if I was still in contact or not. You told me that you would tell me if something like that happened.”
“Karter, you were getting better. You seemed like you were over it. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”
“It would have been better if you told than having to find out about it last night!” Karter yells, his face turning red. Tears begin to well up in his eyes and Chase’s face drops.
“Karter, that wasn’t my intention. You know that.”
“But I still had to learn the hard way,” His voice cracks as the first tear falls. “I had to go over to his house and see his girlfriend on the couch. Sitting there as if she was waiting for me. The entire time I sat there as he explained how they got together she looked at me with this smug ass face,” He stumbles through his words, wiping away the flood of tears as they fall. “It was almost like she was satisfied to see that I was upset about it.”
Chase reaches for him and pulls him against his chest. Karter buries his face into his shoulder and cries.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he would reach out to you after they got together.” Chase pets his hand over Karter’s hair, desperately trying to comfort him.
“Why doesn’t he love me?” Karter whines.
Chase looks over at Wesley, who shrugs at him in response, clearly not bothered by Karter’s question.
“He never did,” Chase answers.
Karter pulls away, practically shoving Chase away from him. “What?”
“He doesn’t love you. He’s just using you. I don’t get why you don’t see that.”
Karter shakes his head, holding the sides of his head and shaking harder, “No. You’re lying.”
“Karter please,” Chase begs.
“No! You’re lying to me like you always do! Anthony would never use me.”
“He did it back then, and he’s doing it now.”
“Oh what, did he tell you that?” Karter accuses.
“Yes, he did. I told him to tell you the truth but he’s just as stubborn as you are.”
Karter turns away and grabs his car keys off the desk and pulls on his shoes.
“Where are you going.”
“I’m going to go prove you wrong.”
Karter slams the door behind him. Chase turns to Wesley who is fiddling with the letter in his hand.
“How do you put up with this? Aren’t you afraid he’s actually going to leave, and you’ll never see him again?”
Wesley shrugs, “I understand how he feels. That’s why I'm so calm with all this. It’s like when I tried to have a relationship with my mom after so many years. He’ll come to his senses sooner or later. Plus, he always comes home to me. Something that Anthony can’t say.”
“The one thing that scares me is that Anthony is going to lie straight to Karter’s face and Karter's going to believe him.”
After sitting as a draft for 4 years, I present to you, Paybacks a Treat.
TW: Rape
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Kolyne drums his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel. He leans out his window to Karter and Wesley, chatting quietly, and then turns to me with a quizzical look.
"You never exactly told us what this guy did. Care to explain?"
I shrug and stare out the window, hoping to avoid talking about it with him. He presses further.
"Sam, if we are going to break the law here, we should at least know what he did," He points out.
"He took advantage of someone close to me," I answer, sounding annoyed. I lean my forehead against the glass of the window. Kolyne nods in response.
"Hey, Sam, what does this asshat even look like?" Karter asks, poking his head into the driverside window.
"And why are we doing this at a gas station?" Wesley adds, peering over Karter's shoulder.
The lights inside the gas station turn off as he exits the building. I motion towards the guy coming out. He nods to Jasmine who's smoking a cigarette by the door. Karter nods to me and jogs over to him.
"Ah shit, Are you closed? I was hoping to use your phone. There's little to no signal out here and we're lost," Karter chuckles.
"Yeah sorry, bud. You can use my cell though if you need to," He offers. Jasmine stubs her cigarette and pulls the rag from her back pocket. She pulls a small bottle out from her shirt and dumps the contents into a rag.
Karter looks over his shoulder as Jasmine gets closer, "That'd be great, man. Thanks."
As soon as he hands the phone to Karter, Jasmine presses the rag over his nose and mouth. He struggles against her and Karter grabs his arms as Wesley gets his legs. His body soon goes limp, falling against Jasmine. She shoves his body towards the two boys who lift him up and carry him to the bed of the truck.
"That was easy," Karter comments, getting into the back with Wesley and Jasmine.
I smile, and look in the rearview mirror, "You guys ready for part 2?"
"Born ready!" Karter grins.
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When we reach the warehouse, I slide out of the truck and walk around the back. He's surprisingly is still unconscious when I open the tailgate.
"He's still out cold guys. Come and get him," I call to everyone.
Jasmine and Kolyne follow me as I grab the keys to the warehouse from Kolyne. I swing the door open after unlocking and a wave of damp musk fills my nose.
Alex and Kalysta look over and smile, "You guys made it!" Alex yells.
Welsey and Karter shuffle passed, carrying his limp body. They toss his body onto a bed, the sheets are worn and ripped, and soaked in water. The stains make me cringe.
"At least change the damn sheets before we start," I yell as I grab the clean ones from Alex and throw them at Karter.
Karter rolls his eyes before rolling him over, his body hitting the floor before ripping the current sheets from the bed and throwing them to the ground. Jasmine walks up from behind me with a tripod.
"What's that for?" I ask in confusion. She only smiles at me and sets a camcorder on top. I shrug.
Looking back over to Karter, he just finishes putting the fresh sheets on the bed. He and Kolyne heave him on the bed and start tying his hands and feet to the posts. Karter drags his fingertips down the inside of his thigh, a hungry look in his eyes.
"When can we start? Cause fuck, I am ready," Karter bites down on his lip and looks at me with a smile on his face.
"Go for it," I tell him as I walk closer to the bed. Standing behind the headboard, I peer down at his face. My arm stretches out and delivers a sickening blow to his cheek.
He wakes with a start and instantly starts the pull at the restraints. "What the fuck!" He yells, struggling even more. I smirk at him and walk around to Karter.
"Well?" I ask, motioning towards him.
Karter smirks as he steps into the bed, straddling his legs. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down.
"What the fuck are you doing? How the hell did I get here!?" He demands. I roll my eyes at him.
"We kidnapped you, you fucking idiot. And you'll see what we plan to do here in a second," I laugh at the scared look in his eyes.
Karter runs his thumb over his bottom lip, sliding his other hand into his underwear. He pulls away and lays his head back, biting his lip to keep quiet.
"No, no sweetheart, let us hear you. Let us hear how much of a slutty whore you are," I smile, crossing my arms.
"Fuck you, you bitch," he yells, spitting at me.
"Damn, you are feisty huh?" Karter smiles down at him, scooting back on his legs to pull his pants down for easier access.
"Get off me you damn faggo-" Karter cuts him off with a sharp backhand to his cheek. He gasps as the ring on Karter's finger cuts into his skin.
"You want to finish that sentence?" Karter demands.
He shakes his head. There are tears in his eyes. Kolyne steps closer to slide a hand in his shirt. He squirms around to get his hand away. He whimpers when Kolyne's fingers ghost over his nipples, squirming even more. Karter smirks down at him and wraps his fingers around his dick. He lets out a strangled gasp at the contact and his back curves upwards slightly.
"Stop!" He yells, coming back to the realization of what's happening.
"But why baby? You were just starting to love it though," Karter pouts, beginning to jack him off, an evil smile on his face.
He bucks his hips and kicks his legs in the attempt to get Karter away, but it only creates more friction in Karter's hand. A low moan escapes his lips with a mortified look on his face. Karter scoots down on his legs and bends forward, coming face to face with his erection. He squirms more as Karter bends down. Huffing out a scared breath when Kolyne holds his hips down for Karter. A high pitched noise comes out as Karter licks up the side of his dick.
"Please stop, please, let me go and I won't tell anyone," he begs in a broken voice to Karter, who wraps his mouth around him, taking him in, down to the base.
Karter's nose nestles into the dark curl of his pubes. He lets out a lustrous moan, "Please," he whispers, his voice barely audible. Karter resurfaces and dives back in, licking the saliva from his dick, running his tongue over the slit, leaking with pre-cum. Kolyne wraps his hand around his neck, squeezing at the pulse points, his face burns red.
His eyes roll into the back of his head, as he struggles to breathe. He pulls at the restraints around his wrists, the ropes digging into his skin painfully. Karter removes his head from his dick and begins to unbuckle his belt. He isn't wearing any underwear. Of course, he would try and make it as easy as possible. Kolyne removes his hand from around his throat and he gasps for breath.
Karter pulls his pants to his ankles and settles in between his thighs, "Are you going to want lube or something?" I ask, concerned about the fact that he's just going to dive straight in, bone dry.
"Nope. I want him to feel the pain. Make him love it." His eyes widen at this, he begins to struggle more. Karter positions himself against his hole.
"Please don't do this," he begs. His plea is ignored.
Karter hisses as he pushes in, the dryness a bit uncomfortable. He lets out a loud yell, a scream almost. Kolyne slaps a hand over his mouth. The muffled yelling getting louder as Karter's bottoms out. I turn to Jasmine, who is grinning from ear to ear behind the camera.
Karter thrusts roughly into him. Tears are streaming down his face as he cries from behind Kolyne's hand. He pulls at the ropes desperately and his chest heaves with each sob. He cries out loudly in agony when Kolyne removes his hand.
"Please stop! It hurts so bad." He cries.
Kolyne gets onto the bed, putting a knee on either side of his head. He shakes his head and begs more. "No no no no no please don't."
Kolyne pulls his dick from his pants and slaps it against his face. His chest heaves as a new wave of tears streaming down his face. He begs more in a broken voice, the words barely audible from his lack of breath.
"Too bad you're not drunk. Maybe you'd know how she felt." Kolyne says. His words make my stomach drop. I can tell it made his drop too, suddenly realizing what's going on. He looks over to me and my heart speeds up.
"I'm sorry! I never mea-"
He's cut off at Kolyne's cock is shoved into his mouth roughly with a threat of "Bite my dick, and I'll blow your brains out."
To seal the threat, Kolyne pulls a handgun from the back of his jeans, pressing it to his temple. He screams around the cock in his mouth in fear. My heart beats harder. I didn't think he was serious.
"Kolyne, don't," I warn him.
Kolyne rolls his eyes at me, "I'm not going to. If he does what I tell him."
He complies, letting Kolyne use his mouth as Karter continues to abuse his hole. Karter is going at a brutal pace. I can see from where I am that there's blood coming from his ass. I can only imagine the pain he's feeling. I hear him let out a choked noise from Kolynes cock being shoved down his throat. He gags a few more times before Kolyne pulls out and he's throwing up on himself.
He's gasping for air, begging for mercy. I can tell he's getting woozy, the loss of blood is the first clue. His words are slurred and he can't keep his eyes open properly.
"Please... I can't..." He trails off, unable to form a sentence. His head lolls to the side, looking straight at me, then the camera, "I'm sorry."
His body slumps as his eyes close. Kolyne presses two fingers into his neck to check for a pulse. He nods and gives a thumbs up. He's still alive.
Karter pulls out with a frown, "I didn't finish." He whines.
I roll my eyes and motion to Jasmine to stop recording. She takes the camcorder off the tripod and sets it into the bag on the ground next to her.
"Clean him up and get him off there," I tell the boys.
Karter tucks himself back into his pants and Wesley walks over with a washcloth. Karter takes it and wipes up the blood as Wesley unties his hands and feet. Karter pulls his pants up and he and Kolyne lift him up and follow me out of the warehouse. They set him back into the truck and we drive.
We find a place right at the edge of town and leave him in the field. The next morning I walk to her house with the camcorder in my hand. I hand her the recorder and press play. She watches silently, a slight smile on her face. She looks up at me and sets the camcorder on the bed beside her and gets up to hug me.
It takes real skill to do such a stupid thing. For years we have wondered “How on earth does she do it?” Now, you’re probably wondering, what could someone have done that was so stupid that you had to write your journal assignment about it?
I want you all to meet my best friend Jocelynne. An airhead blonde who has not a single braincell in that giant head of hers. I know it seems a little harsh to say such a thing, but she would be telling you the exact same thing of you asked her. I’ve known Jocelynne for 5 years. And in all those years, this is by far the most astonishing thing I have seen her do.
One thing you need to know about Jocelynne is that she LOVES mashed potatoes. If there was one thing she could marry, it would be those. Aside from some elbow macaroni. So, it’s always normal to see her with a bowl of instant mashed potatoes.
Now this story might gross you out in many ways. Just be glad you didn’t have to witness this with your own eyes. I was given the very up-close view of what Jocelynne is very capable of doing. Being gross at the worst times.
Jocelynne is sitting there with a giant bowl of mashed potatoes and chicken noodle soup. Another thing is that Jocelynne, she has a lot of hair. So, it tends to get in the way of everything she does. In this story, that happens.
Imagine you are me, minding your own business until you hear jocelynne start to choke. Naturally you would freak out, but the only thing that was running through my mind was “Finally.” But, to my dismay, I did not get to see her fall over and take her last breath.
I got the front row view of Jocelynne pulling out an unchewed noodle from her throat with a piece of her own hair.
I thought he was the love of my life, the one I really needed. But I soon realized how wrong I was.
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I shouldn't be surprised by his ability to dismiss my emotions. He's done it every day since I've met him, yet he still manages to keep me on my toes. All I wanted was for him to acknowledge me, but I still have to live in the shadow of a girl who I'll never be.
I've pulled out all the stops for him and did whatever I could to keep him happy. I couldn't keep up with what he loved and found solace in, but there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for him. He brought out a part of me I never knew I had.
I thought he was perfect. Flaws and all. Especially when the world was against him and hated him for who he was. I would always try and give him the benefit of the doubt, even if the world was correct about him.
With him, anything was possible, but all I wanted to do was run my fingers through his blonde curls. To pull him as close as he could be, and never let him go. I desperately wanted to know what he tasted like when I kissed him. I wanted him, every single inch of his perfect scar covered skin.
I wanted him to give me the type of love that made your heart run. I wanted to feel butterflies when he was near, to feel goosebumps on my skin when he spoke. I've never had that type of love, and I wanted him to give it to me.
It didn't take long for the feelings to settle. My heart knew what it wanted, and he was it. Things were perfect until the point where how I felt about him was put on the line. It was when he fell for another girl, shoving me into the shadows. I was thrown through I whirlwind when my best friend suddenly became my competition for his love.
She became the center of his attention, and I was suddenly filled with anger and jealousy. I knew that I could never measure up to her, she was everything I wasn't. There was no way I could compare. All I could do was silently wait for his return. Little did I know, he wasn't coming back.
I was willing to wait, only until I suddenly couldn't stand to look at him anymore. It was like I was looking at a stranger. He was no longer the delinquent boy I fell in love with. Something changed, and it was love. Love for someone who wasn't me, a fool who thought he would stay.
Everything continued to escalate. As my anger towards him grew, my friendship with my best friend, his eligible bachelorette, began to crumble. I couldn't help how I felt. He didn't see me as his, and I had a problem with that.
One day, he showed up at my front door, causing my heart to fill with worry. Something bad must have happened if he came to me instead of her.
"My mom kicked me out," He told me. But I couldn't detect any sadness in his voice. It was like he was used to this.
"Over what?"
He sighed as if it were a burden to talk about it. "Rosenhagen went through my locker and he found a can of dip I had. I got suspended, and my mom was so angry that she told me to get out."
"What about your brother?"
He winces, and It makes me regret asking. I know I struck a nerve.
"He begged me not to leave." His voice breaks slightly, and I resist the urge to touch him to comfort him. I know he's not the type of person to look for it, but I know he desperately needs it.
"Is there anything I can do?" It's a long shot to ask. Even though I personally can't do anything for him, I hope that there is something easy I can do.
I couldn't. He stayed put with me, sitting with me on my couch until late into the night. Little did he know, his mother called him in as a runaway, and the cops were looking for him. They would show up any minute to take him.
The feelings had suddenly come flooding back. I wanted nothing more than to grab him and take him somewhere they would never find him. Where he would be safe. Where his dad could no longer hurt him. Maybe then he would have been mine. If only that were possible.
A police officer came by that night, and I desperately wanted to tell the officer to let him stay. He was afraid to go home, and I didn't want him to go. But there was only so much I could do.
He trusted me. That's all that I cared about.
He even trusted me enough to tell me that he wanted to take my best friend out on a date right before thanking me for everything I did for him that night.
A broken heart can sing the loudest. It can also possibly ruin a marriage.
-
I push open the door to the bustling house, pulling my husband along with me. Everyone happily greets us with smiles and hugs that last for what seems like hours.
My shoulders sag when I feel the vibe in the room shift ever so slightly, and my eyes connect with a pair of blue that reminds me of ice on a frozen lake.
Wesley
I instantly distanced myself from my husband, feeling guilt crawl up my spine. Karter tilts his head at me, but I avert my gaze to the floor. He lays a hand on my shoulder, but I move even further away.
Karter nods when he realizes why I'm doing this, and steps away to the kitchen. When I raise my head, Wes is gone. My heart beats wildly. We only just got here, and he can't stand to be in our presence.
Dimitrix notices the fear on my face and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.
"What's wrong?" He asks, tilting his head at me. I shake my head and smile at him, not wanting to bring up old drama and upset everyone.
"Go find him and talk to him. He's been waiting for you guys." Dimitrix wraps both arms around me and hugs me.
I take a deep breath as he lets go of me, but I hold it as I catch movement from outside. I realize it's Wesley and slowly make my way towards him. He turns when the sliding door opens, his eyes narrowing when he sees that it's me.
"What do you want?" I wince at the harshness in Wesley's voice.
"I noticed you weren't in the room, so I decided to come and find you," I answer, cautiously sitting down next to Wesley on the porch swing.
He looks at me momentarily, then turns away, his nails digging furiously into the wood beneath his fingers.
"I hate you," He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.
I nod at him, "I hate me too."
"I don't understand why he left me, for you."
"It's not like I asked him to."
"Yeah, but you let him."
I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair, "Westley I begged him not to leave you. I told him that I'm not enough to make him happy. He had his heart set on leaving you. I tried everything I could,"
"Yet here we are."
"Westley..."
"The worst part was that you kicked me out of your wedding!" He exclaims throwing his hands in the air.
"Westley, I did not. I told you that if you couldn't get over yourself, that you could leave. I didn't make you leave. You left of your own."
---
"I'm so excited for today, aren't you?" Eliana asks while Sam smooths out the wrinkles in her dress.
Sam's turns her gaze to the ground, "I'm not sure, Karter seems nervous."
"Why's that?" Eliana inquires, stepping back to examine Sam's dress.
"It's because of Wesley. I think he's still afraid of marrying me because of him."
Eliana scrunches her brows in confusion, "I thought Karter was over Wesley?"
"Wesley isn't over Karter."
Eliana rolls her eyes at Sam "Kater broke up with Wesley 2 years ago, I thought he would be over it by now."
"He's not over him because Karter left him for me. That can make someone salty till the end of time," Sam explains, her voice growing annoyed.
Sam visibly jumps at someone knocking on the dressing room door. "Who is it?"
"It's Dimitrix. We have a slight problem," He trails off while talking through the door.
Sam groans. "Get in here," She glares at Dimitrix when he enters the room, her hands rest on her hips.
Dimitrix does a sweep of her and smiles. "You look beautiful," he comments.
Sam rolls her eyes, "Cut the shit D, what's the problem?"
Dimitrix's smile falters and he clears his throat. "Well, Wesley came by Karter's dressing room, and the interaction didn't go very well."
Sam quickly grows more irritated, "Stop dancing around the question and tell me what happened."
"Wesley had come by to what I assumed was to let the past go and congratulate Karter, but Westley ended up telling Karter that he was an idiot and throwing his life away to be with you."
Sam turns away and stares in the mirror. Her face twists up in anger, "I'm so tired of this!" She yells, and she shoves past Dimitrix as she darts out the door.
Sam walks out to the seating area and spots Wesley sitting slumped in a seat next to Kolyne. She walks over and leans down to him.
"If you can't be here and support Karter and me, you can happily leave." Sam attempts to keep her voice level and calm, but she ends up screaming in his face and drawing everyone's attention.
Sam straightens and walks away from Wesley. She doesn't even turn to see his reaction.
***
When Karter and Sam gave their vows, Her eyes were drawn at the empty seat next Kolyne, where Wesley once sat. She shook her head and turned back to her husband and smiled. 'Better without him' she thought.
---
"You thought that it would be better if I wasn't there?"
"At the time, I did think it was better if you weren't there. But after that, the less and less we saw you here and how you acted during Christmas, I realized how much you were hurting," I rest my hand on top of his arm, but pull away when he shakes it off.
"It took you that long to realize how angry I was?"
"You never expressed your feelings on the problem. I knew you were hurt by Karter leaving you, but I had no idea you've been angry for this long." I explain, leaning forward to look at him.
"Right, like I would be all fine and dandy after getting dumped from a 4-year relationship." I catch the sarcasm from his voice and roll my eyes at him.
"This is why no one feels sorry for you."
"That's because you made everyone turn on me," He accuses.
"No, Wes, your actions made everyone turn on you. You were the one who acted like a child over all this."
"My boyfriend, who I LOVED, left me to be with you. He promised that nothing was going on between you and him but he, of course, lied like he always does."
"For the love of God! You are impossible to talk to. You are impossible in general! I told Karter, even after he left you that I wanted nothing to do with him. That I never wanted to hurt you. I told him several times to not leave you. But he told me that he wasn't happy with you. It's not my fault that you're impossible to be with," I yell into his face. My voice grows louder as I speak, feeling my face begin to glow red.
Wesley stands up suddenly, knocking me back slightly. "Yet, you still got with him."
"Grow up Wesley," I mutter, shoving past him as I run back into the house. I yank off my wedding ring and walk to my husband. He stares at me, a confused look on his face. I grab his hand and slap the ring into his open palm.
Seeing your attacker in public is never easy. It's even worse when fear isn't the only thing you feel when you see them.
-
I still can't figure out the first feeling I felt when I heard his voice. My brain wants the obvious answer: fear. If only my heart wouldn't refuse to lie. I felt the warm feeling of excitement enter my veins. The familiar sweet syrupy tone makes my head fuzzy, and I bite back to urge to smile.
Even with my brain and organs reacting positively to his voice, I cannot say the same for my muscles. I stand stiff and locked in place. My eyes widen when I try to move and can't find myself to do so. My brain suddenly goes into panic mode when the memories start to flood in.
I turn my head towards him, even though I know it's a risky move to make. He no longer looks how he once did the last time I saw him. His once lanky features were filled out with muscles. His jawline his sharper than ever and dusted with stubble. I feel the need to walk over and run my fingers through the blonde curls on his head like I used to.
My heart slams against my ribs as his head towards me and meets my gaze. His eyes sweep over me, and he raises an eyebrow at me in confusion. I nod slightly as a predatory smile spreads across his face. He figured it out. He knows it's me. My face flushes as I turn away, praying that he doesn't say a word to me.
"Karter! I found everything we need. You ready?" Alex calls to me as I turn my back to him. I hear a low hum from him, and my eyes squeeze shut. I nod to Alex in response losing ability to speak. I listen to the footsteps coming from behind, and then his shoulder brushes mine.
My skin sparks as warmth floods my body along with a tingle of fear. I expect him to stop and look back, but he turns the corner and is gone. I'm crying before I know it. Alex wipes at my face as I sob, asking what happened and who the stranger was.
Fucking your boyfriend's roommate shouldn’t be this fun.
-
“Hey, Karter I went by that place...” Wesley stops in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at his roommate’s girlfriend, Sam.
Sam sits perched on the edge of Karter’s dorm room bed, a strapon clinging to her jean covered hips. The lube covering the shaft glistens under the light, catching Wesley’s eye.
Sam stares, her eyes wide. She quickly recovers from the shock and gives Wesley a sly smile. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” She comments.
Wesley blushes, looking away and shuffling from foot to foot. “Well, uh. This is my dorm room as well,” He answers, gesturing to his bed on the other side of the room.
“Indeed it is. I just meant that Karter said you weren’t going to be home anytime soon is all.”
Wesley nods and looks at her, “What uh, were you guys going to do?”
“Well, If you would love to know, I was going to fuck Karter into this mattress but,” Sam trails off, motioning towards him.
“Oh Uh well, I could uh,” Wesley tries to grasp for the right words but can’t seem to do so.
Sam gracefully slides off the bed, moving towards Wesley. She looks up at him, a playful smile dances on her lips as she traces a finger down his chest.
“Yeah?” She says, encouraging him on.
Wesley’s mind is running as he thinks of what to say. His eyes drift down to the strapon that is still around Sam’s waist.
Sam smirks at him as she follows his gaze. “You want a taste?”
Wesley nods and Sam grabs his hand, leading him to the bed. She pushes him to his knees and leans him back against the edge of the bed.
“Can you deep throat?” Wesley nods in response and Sam smiles.
“Good. So, while we do this, keep your hand on my thigh. Tap me if you want to slow down, and squeeze if you want me to stop. I don’t want to push you any further than you want to.” Sam explains, carding her fingers through Wesley’s hair as she explains.
Wesley nods and leans into her hand. Sam grabs a fist full of his hair. “You can snuggle my hand later. Open up,” she commands.
Wesley parts his lips wide enough for the strapon to slide in. He slacks his jaw to make himself more comfortable when his teeth scrape the silicone. He looks up into Sam’s eyes, his stomach flutters. Blood rushes to his dick and Sam takes notice.
She grabs the back of Wesley’s head and pushes the strapon down his throat. Wesley gags around the silicone and Sam moans at the sound. She pulls the strapon out halfway, but Wesley hooks his fingers into her belt loops and pulls her hips back in.
Sam slips her fingers through his hair and grabs a fistful. “Relax your throat and jaw,” She warns him. He nods and does as he’s told. She slowly pulls out of his mouth and forcefully thrusts back in.
Wesley gags even worse than before. Sam waits for any signal to slow down or stop, but Wesley just looks up at her, a needy look in his eyes. She smirks down at him and thrusts back into his mouth, starting at a slow pace to get him used to the feeling.
Wesley looks up at her, nodding slightly to let her know that she can continue and speed up. Sam grabs a fistful of his hair and leans him back against the bed. She angles her hips to where she can get a steady rhythm and to put him in the least amount of pain
.
Sam leans a hand on the mattress and keeps the other in Welsey's hair as she thrusts unforgivingly into his mouth. Wesley whimpers and snakes an arm around Sam’s waist, and his hand up her shirt.
“Fuck, Wes,” Sam moans out, pulling his head closer. Wesley responds by sliding his hand further up her shirt, cupping one of her breasts. She moves her leg between Wesley’s, pressing against his erection. The pressure causes him to buck against her, causing him to let out a long groan through the rapid and now sloppy thrusts.
Sam suddenly releases the vice-like grip on his hair and steps back from Wesley. He falls forward, gasping for breath. “Are you okay?” Sam asks, kneeling to look at him, lifting his head by his chin.
Wes nods at her and smiles. “Are you ready for more?” She asks, and he nods once more. Sam helps him up from the floor and pushes him down on the bed. She leans down to unbuckle his belt, maintaining eye contact with him as she slides his jeans and boxers off. He slides his shirt off, doing part of the work for her.
She stands and takes a step back from him, admiring the view.
"Facedown on the bed. Ass in the air," she commands. Wesley scrambles into position, eager to please her. Sam smiles at how submissive he is. She slowly rakes her fingers through his hair, trailing them down his back and slopes her hand over the curve of his ass.
Wesley shivers under her hand, gasping when her hand slides between his legs, cupping his balls. He spread his legs wider for her, but she pulls away. Sam grabs the small bottle of lube from Karter's nightstand, covering her fingers generously before she moves back between his legs. Wesley gasps at the cold feeling, and a single finger pushing into him.
Sam leans down, pressing her lips to his shoulder, smiling as he grips the sheets in his fingers. "More, please Sam," he begs. His voice barely above a whisper." She happily complies, adding two more fingers, stretching him wider.
Wes hisses at the slight burn, but moves his hips back, pushing her fingers deeper into him. "Hm. Someone seems eager," Sam teases as she presses her fingers deeper, barely ghosting over his prostate. Wesley groans softly, cheeks flushing. He slowly slides his hands down his hips, fingers closing over his dick.
Sam grips his hair, pulling his head back at a painful angle to whisper in his ear, "Touch yourself, and I'll stop. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"
Wesley nods frantically, "Yes, yes. I'm sorry. Please don't stop!" He begs, desperately rutting against the sheets, trying to gain as much pleasure as he can. He whines when Sam lets go of his hair and moans when she slips her fingers out of him.
Sam kneels onto the bed between his legs and grabs his ass, admiring the way the flesh bulges between her fingers. She lets one cheek go and lands a sharp slap. Wesley jerks and whimpers at the sting. Sam leans over, grabbing the lube again and adding more to the strapon.
She gets down behind Wesley, pressing the silicon head against his hole. He pushes back against her, pushing the head in. He squirms slightly, making Sam push his hips down against the mattress.
Sam thrusts lightly, getting him used to the feeling before she grabs his hair and pins his wrists against his back and slams into his hole. Wesley lets out a strangled cry, losing the ability to form words.
"Plea.. se, I ne... ed it, fuck me hard." He fumbles over his words at Sam pushed against his prostate, hips speeding up as he speaks.
"Are you sure baby boy?" She inquires, "I don't want to push you further than you can go."
"Please, please, more. I can handle it!" He begs, jaw going slack in the progress. She keeps up the pushing pace against his prostate, leaning down and sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
Wesley gasps, "Harder, bite me harder. I want you to draw blood." She flips him around, laying him on his back. He muffles a whimper when she sinks back into his tight heat. His legs wrap around her hips, meeting the thrusts. She sinks her teeth in the same spot, only stopping when she tastes copper.
Wesley is shaking as he grips Sam's shirt for dear life. She bites down in several more places, drawing blood each time. Wesley's nails dig into her back, his hole clamps down and flutters against the silicone as he cries out, cumming all over himself. "Fuck, Sam!"
Sam slows her thrusts, riding out his orgasm. When she pulls out, she rolls over next to Wesley. She smiles at him, "How was that baby?"
Wesley gasps for breath as he nods, "I loved it."
"Yeah, and you thought roleplay would be stupid." She teases, leaning over to kiss him.
Luna loses control of herself, and the consequences ended in someone losing a life. She needs a change. Is that possible?
---
Luna's breath is ragged as it leaves her mouth. She barely hears the sound of her brother running to her as she wipes fiercely at her cheeks to remove the tears. His body lays in front of her, eyes still open, cloudy, lifeless.
"What did you do?" Jasmine screams as she drops to her knee's next to the body.
The corruption is still draining from her body, and she can hear Rani's voice in her head: "The weak ones have to go."
"The weak ones have to go," Luna repeats, in a daze, looking off in the distant. Jasmine turns her head sharply to her.
"Excuse me?" She hisses. Jasmine's emotions aren't something she can hold down right now.
"He was too weak" The corruption still holds to her voice, it comes out forced and angry.
Her eyesight hasn't straightened out yet, still cloudy in the corners. She hears more footsteps to her left, more people running to check up on him.
Karter stares down at him, his expression staying neutral. He looks at her, and he isn't angry. But there's a hint of sadness in his eyes that makes the back of her eyes sting with tears. The guilt begins to tear her mind apart
"She lost control," Luna explains, her voice wavers. "He tried to attack Rani to get her to leave. I couldn't do anything." Luna sobbed into the back of her hand.
The distant footsteps get closer until they halt and a panting Alex halts her beside Karter. "Dad was right. She was gonna snap any day." She observes while looking over his body.
"Yeah, and it's your dad's fault that this happened too."
"Oh really? How is that?" Alex narrows her eyes at Luna.
"I told him I didn't want to become some monster. But here I am, sitting next to my brother's dead body after the demon inside me killed him," Luna growls.
“Yeah, and you had a choice to refuse the process at all. He told you that.”
“I wanted to do it! I wanted to be like you guys!” Luna yells, the corruption takes control of her voice, causing it to deepen.
Alex winces at her and runs her hand through her hair. "What are we gonna do?"
“Does Kalani still have her resurrection stones? I would rather not deliver a dead body to Dimitrix.” Karter mutters, looking around him.
Alex cups her hands around her mouth, emitting an ear-piercing whistle. The ground shakes under their feet, and Luna winces at the sound.
"What was that?" Alex asks her eyes widening.
"Rani," Luna whispers.
The sound of wings flapping is heard above them. Kalani quietly lands, a black bag closed up with white drawstrings sist in her hand.
"You called?" Kalani's voice rings like church bells, her eyes glowing brightly.
Karter points towards the body, and she frowns as she turns to it.
"Cause of death?" Kalani asks as she gets down on her knees to examines the body.
"Rani" Luna whispers, her throat burns as she speaks.
Kalani nods. "Are you doing okay?" She asks, concern laced in her voice.
Luna shrugs. "Same as always when this happens."
Kalani smiles and places a hand on Luna's. "I'll have a chat with dad and see if he can fix her."
Luna returns the smile and nods towards the body. "Can you fix him?"
"What kind of healer would I be if I couldn't?" Kalani laughs.
Karter loves to count his husband's freckles. Wesley always loves hearing his husband nerd out over the amount he has.
-
Karter loves waking up before Wesley. It gives him enough time to adore the man he married. He spends the extra time counting the freckles and scars on Wesley.
Sometimes he'll tell Wesley the numbers with a small blush on his face while Welsey lays there with an amused smile.
Wesley doesn't question why Karter needs to count them. He only makes sure to ask the number.
Karter smiles when he hears the sleepy inhale as Wesley wakes up. Wesley flips to his back and turns his head towards Karter.
"Tell me the number on my back again?" Wesley asks, his voice coming out groggy.
"Scars or freckles?"
"Mmm... both."
"You have 72 freckles, three small scars and one big scar that is approximately four inches," Karter answers, tracing patterns on Wesley's arm.
"How do you know the length?" Wesley muses.
"I may or may not have measured it one night cause I got curious. I did create it after all."
"My chest?"
"53, and another scar right here." Karter traces the scar right beneath Wesley's peck. Wesley jerks at the contact giggling at the tickling sensation.
Wesley hums and scrunches his face, "How about the ones on my nose?"
"Ah, my favorite ones. There are 27 across the bridge, and 14 on your cheeks."
Wesley laces his fingers with Karters, pulling his hand to mouth to kiss his knuckles, "I love you," Wesley whispers, barely audible.
On the day Jackson is to be adopted, Scott gets a rude awakening.
(A small part 2 of From The Gutter)
"Your honor, my husband Liam and I have been fostering Jackson for six months now. Even with the hardships we have faced at that time, Liam and I have decided that we would like to add Jackson to our family," Scott states to the judge sitting in front of him.
Judge Murphy thumbs through Jacksons file, nodding as Scott talks, "How did you come to foster Mr. Ambers?"
"A co-worker of mine had arrested him for theft, but after the short time of speaking with him, he made me aware of his living situation. I felt that he would be safer with us, than on the streets."
"You do know that Mr. Ambers has been arrested before, right?" Judge Murphy asks.
"Yes, your honor, but information like that doesn't bother me. Jackson is more than just what his file tells me."
"You stated that he was living on the streets, correct?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Well, in his file, someone had stated that he was staying in a house on Lexington street."
"Which he only went to at night to sleep. Other than that he spent the daytime at school or anywhere other than that house," Scott argues.
Judge Murphy ignores the argument and continues, "In your opening statement, you mentioned some 'hardships' that with fostering Jackson. Please explain what those hardships were."
"Well, there were multiple situations where Jackson would run away. The first time I brought him home from the station, my husband and I were arguing over him being in our house. He escaped out of our bathroom window so he wouldn't be seen leaving. He got onto a bus and made it halfway across town before I got to him,"
"How did you know he had taken a bus?" The Judge asks.
"He was wearing a hoodie of mine that had a tracking chip in the tag," Scott explains, "There was the second time where he had gotten in trouble at school, which fueled a fight between him and Liam. He had climbed out if his bedroom window. Liam then tracked him to that house mentioned earlier."
"How did your husband know to go to that house?"
"Jackson had taken his cellphone. Liam used it to follow him."
"If you don't trust this kid, then why do you want to adopt him?" Judge Murphy wonders.
"We do trust him. Liam and I wanted to make sure he's safe at all times," Scott explains.
"Continue."
"The last time that Jackson ran away was because Liam and I argued about if he should adopt him or not. This time, his friend called me and let me know that he was trying to run again."
"How do you know that he won't try to run after you adopt him?"
"I don't, your honor. But I do have faith that he won't since he has no reason to anymore."
"What will you do if he does?"
"We will figure that out when we come to it."
"You seem to have a lot of faith in this kid," Judge Murphy points out.
"Someone has to."
"I suppose so. But I have found one problem."
"What is that?" Scott asks, concerned.
"Seven months ago, Mr. Ambers was reported missing in Fort Wayne, Indiana."
Jackson, an orphan living on the streets of Chicago, is arrested for stealing. He meets a police officer who takes an interest and decides to take him home. But things aren't so perfect at the start.
WORK IN PROGRESS
Officer Davidson looks in the rearview mirror at the kid sitting in his backseat. Jackson's forehead is pressed against the glass of the window, a distant look in his eyes. Davidson evidentially tried to talk the owner out of pressing charges, but the store owner argues that this isn’t the first time they’ve caught him stealing.
When Davidson pulls into the station, Jackson sits up in his seat, rubbing the red mark the window left on his forehead while trying to keep himself steady. Davidson climbs out, opening the door to the back and grabs the kid by the arm harder than he really should. Jackson frantically looks around as the officer drags him down the hall to the interrogation room.
He makes eye contact with an officer who looks like he’s barely old enough to be a cop. The cop’s eyes narrow, causing the cop next to him to turn and look. Jackson doesn’t get the chance to see his reaction before being pulled out of sight.
"Sit down and wait until I get someone to come and talk to you," Davidson says to the kid, practically shoving him into the small interrogation room.
The kid stares at the table, counting the different discolored stains littered across it and the simple folding chair that has been sat in so much that the paint has rubbed off on the seat.
Davidson rounds the corner from the hallway and scans the room. His eyes land on the same cop that Jackson saw. "Riggins, get over here I got something for you." Both Scott and Liam turn to Davidson, who rolls his eyes.
“Scott,” Davidson says, annoyance laced in his voice.
Scott moves away from Liam and follows Davidson a hallway and stops in front of the window to the room holding the kid, who stares at an adjacent wall chewing on his bottom lip and leg bouncing frantically.
"Uhm, how old is this kid?" Davidson opens the file and hands it to Scott.
"Name: Jackson Ambers. Birthdate: February 4, 2005. So this kid is 13. Why is he here?"
"The owner of that general store on main found him in the back corner stuffing a backpack with food," Davidson takes the file from me and snaps it shut.
Scott looks back at Jackson, “Did you try and convince him to let him off? There’s no way that a kid that young would steal an entire backpack of food just for fun. He’s got to be doing it for survival.”
“Yeah, well, old man Hernandez said it isn’t the first time he’s caught the kid doing it. He just got tired of leaving him off with a warning.” Davidson points to the door, “You want to take this kid on or should I?”
Scott shakes his head. “I got this. You’ll probably give him a heart attack if you handle him.” Davidson laughs and hands me the file back, “By the way, this isn’t the first time I brought this kid in. He can be kind of… aggressive.”
“I can handle it,” Scott ensures. When he opens the door, Jackson refuses to look at him. He keeps his eyes down as if he’s hoping to avoid the whole situation.
“So, how does a young kid like you end up getting arrested for stealing?” Scott asks, slapping the folder on the table and crossing his arms. Jackson looks up at Scott with an ‘are you serious’ face.
“Because I live on the streets, I have no money, and with no money, I can’t have food. How else am I supposed to get food?” Jackson asks as if Scott’s an idiot for not knowing.
“Look, Jackson is it? I’m not your enemy. I don’t think you deserve to be here. Or on the streets…”
“Before you even say it, I’m not going into the system. I know a kid from my old school who was in the system, and he hated it. Said that all the foster parents they had were junkies or alcoholics. I’m not doing that stuff,” Jackson says, cutting him off.
“Well, we will have to do something with you. There’s a teen shelter on the other side of town if you want to go there because you’re not going out there by yourself. Or, what about your parents. Can I take you to them?” Jackson seems visibly uncomfortable when Scott mentions his parents.
“My parents died six months ago, so I don’t think it would be possible to find them unless it’s in a cemetery in Fort Wayne.” Scott instantly regrets asking about his parents, heart sinking.
“If your parents are in Fort Wayne, how did you end up here in Chicago?”
“I hitchhiked, took buses, and walked. Took me a few days to get here. I was trying to find an old family friend who moved here, but I never found them. I couldn’t go back, so I stayed here.’
Scott sighs, “Look, how about you stay with me at my apartment tonight, and we can figure what to do with you in the morning. Sound good?”
Before Jackson can even answer, There’s pounding on the other side of the glass. Scott tells him to hold on as I walk out to Davidson standing there with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
“Are you sure you want to take this kid home? I wouldn’t trust a little street rat like him if I were you,” he warns.
“He’s not a street rat. He’s just a kid who needs someone to take care of him. Plus, he needs a place to stay,” Scott argues.
“Oh, so are you going to go pick up the rest of the runaway teens at the shelter too and bring them home? You might as well if you’re going to take him home. Seriously, Riggins, this is a bad idea. You don’t know this kid,” Scotts patience wears thin as Davidson continues to try and talk him out of taking this kid.
“I don’t care if you think he’s a lost cause or some useless thief. This kid deserves better than the streets he’s been living on. I’m taking this kid with me, and there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind,” Scott is dangerously close to his face. For someone who can easily handle his temper, Davidson knows very well how to get under Scott’s skin.
He nods his head in response, pointing back to the room.
“Your boyfriend getting his panties in a twist?” There’s a loud bang from the glass and Jackson flips the mirror off.
“He just thinks that me taking you in is a bad idea. But honestly, I could care less about his opinion on the matter. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing,” Scott stare at the mirror as he speaks.
“You serious about taking me home? How do you know I’m not just going to flee in the middle of the night on you? You don’t exactly know me,” Jackson says, making Scott roll his eyes.
“Because I know a kid like you wouldn’t pass up an actual place to sleep. So get up, we’re going now.”
“Are you going to at least tell me your name before I follow you out of this room?”
“It’s Scott. Now let’s go,” Scott waves Jackson over, who hesitates before standing from the chair. As they leave the room, Davidson catches Jackson’s arm.
“One wrong move kid and I swear I’ll burn you so bad…” Scott yanks Jackson out of Davidson’s grip and pulls him away without a word.
“I’m guessing you guys aren’t usually on good terms?” Jackson asks when they step outside. Scott only shrugs in response.
He notices Jackson hugging his arms close to his chest due to the freezing weather. Scotts shakes his head at the kid's lack of having a jacket. He shrugs off his hoodie and hands it over to Jackson who takes it from him with hesitation, giving a small “Thank you,” before pulling it on and zipping it up.
“It’s kind of hard not to talk back to my co-workers. Especially Davidson, who is my commanding officer,” Scott explains, unlocking his truck, letting Jackson climb in.
Jackson nods in response “Yeah, he seems a bit uptight.”
The ride to Scott’s apartment is quiet. Jackson sits with his head leaning against the window and his eyes closed.
When they pull up to the apartment, Scott taps Jackson, who is reluctant to get out. He stares at the complex, then looks to Scott.
“What are you waiting for?” Scott asks, propping his door open, staring at Jackson in confusion. Jackson moves away to open his door before he turns back to Scott.
“I’m just still wondering if you thought this through.”
“I could have spent a bit more time thinking about this, but if it goes wrong, shame on me I guess,” Scott shrugs, getting out and slamming the door.
Jackson quietly slips out of the truck and follows Scott to the front door. As they enter the apartment Jackson takes in his surroundings while removing his shoes. As he does so, his eyes turn to the small pile of tennis shoes by the door.
“Do you have a roommate? And is he going to be okay with me being here?” His question catches Scott off guard. Scott didn’t expect him to notice or figure that out until Liam came home.
“What makes you think that?” Scott asks.
“You having a roommate or the fact he might be uncomfortable that you brought some random kid off the street?” Jackson says distracted, picking up one of Liam’s shoes.
“Both I guess?” Scott asks.
“You having a roommate because there are too many pairs of shoes for one person, and the roommate problem because people tend to be uncomfortable when their roommate brings a random person home to stay with them,” Jackson trails off, his eyes catching the wedding ring sitting on Scott’s finger.
“But now that I actually pay attention, I take notice that there is a wedding ring on your finger so I am going to guess this roommate is actually a husband…” he trails off, staring at Scott’s wedding ring.
“How did you know that I have a husband?” Scott asks, wondering how he guessed it.
“Because there was a pride flag sticker on the back of your truck, and that guy you were with at the station when I first came in seemed very close in your personal space. So…” He trails off.
Scott laughs awkwardly and shuffles from foot to foot, “Yes, my roommate is my significant other and I don’t exactly know how he will feel about you being here.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t care that you’re into dudes. Stuff like that has never bothered me,” Jackson explains, waving away my anxiety.
Scott nods and walks towards the kitchen, “Are you hungry? I can make us some food. Liam should be home in a few.”
Jackson smiles at the mention of Liam “How long have you guys been together?”
“Married or in general?”
“Both.”
“We’ve been together for six years altogether. We dated for 4, and then got married a little less than two years ago,” Scott smile as he speaks about Liam and Jackson takes notice, smiling at Scott.
“Did you guys go to the same high school?” Jackson wonders.
“No, I went to a private school.”
“Ah, so you’re a trust fund kid,” Jackson notes.
“Was,” Scott emphasizes, laughing “I don’t speak to my family anymore. My parents weren’t exactly loving,” Jackson nods as if he knows how Scott feels.
“What about Liam? What drew you to him?”
“He was something different. He didn’t care that I came from a rich family. He wasn’t interested because I had money or that I was ‘better mannered’ than the other guys at his school. He just liked me for me. Which I loved.”
“You seem to really like him,” he teases,
Scott smirks and uses a sarcastic tone, “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, other than you actually being with him, it seems that you are very smitten…” Jackson gets cut off by the front door slamming shut, his head whips towards the door. He makes eye contact with Liam.
Liam stands there, his eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion at the kid sitting at the kitchen table
“Uhm, is that the kid from the station?” Liam questions, walking towards Scott, keeping his eyes on Jackson
Jackson jumps up from the table and Liam visibly tenses at him. Being more cautious than before. Scott nudge’s him slightly and glare at him.
“Stop being rude. He’s not going to do anything,” Liam nods, barely paying attention to Scott.
“Who are you?” Liam asks, voice harsher than indented.
“I am Jackson, It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” Jackson answers, a smile on his face.
“Alright...” He trails off, turning to Scott.
Jackson awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, “Uhm, where the bathroom?”
Liam points at a hallway, “Down there, 2nd door on the right.”
“I can explain,” Scott whispers when he hears Jackson close the bathroom door.
“Oh, you better. Because there is a teenager that I DON’T KNOW in my house,” Liam says, anger growing in his voice.
“Look, Davidson brought the kid in and I felt bad. He doesn’t have any parents and needs a place to stay.”
“But that doesn’t give you the green light to bring him home! Jesus Christ Scott. I understand you have a soft side for kids but that doesn’t mean you need to bring home every kid that you come across!” Liam explains, voice rising even more.
“Liam, this is the first time I’ve done this. It’s just for a few days,” Scott says.
“Okay, but that doesn’t mean I want some kid from the police station staying here. What was he even arrested for?”
“Stealing…” Scott trails off, avoiding eye contact.
“Okay, so you didn’t just bring some delinquent you found off the street, you also happened to find a thief. A thief Scott. For all we know, he could be rooting through the cabinets, taking what he can find and jumping out the window,” Liam yells.
“It wasn’t like that; the kid wasn’t stealing for fun as most kids do. He’s living on the streets,” Scott argues while Liam sighs.
“I’m done having this conversation,” Scott tells him, turning back to the stove.
---
After 10 minutes Scott looks over at the clock, noticing that Jackson never came back from the bathroom.
“Did Jackson ever come back?” Scott asks Liam, leaning into the living room. He frowns when Liam shakes his head no and cautiously makes his way to the bathroom.
“Jackson?” Scott calls from behind the door before pressing his ear to the wood. When Scott doesn’t hear anything, he swings open the door to find the window wide open. Everything is untouched and Jackson is gone.
Scott runs to get his keys and grabs his phone, “Where are you going?” Liam yells, following him out the door.
“Thanks to you, Jackson ran off.”
“Let him go. He’s not our problem anymore,” Liam shrugs.
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Liam,” Scott yells, climbing into his truck.
“How do you plan to find this kid huh? Who knows where he’s at”
“He’s wearing my hoodie and it has a tracking chip in the tag,” Scott yells to him, starting the engine and peeling out of the parking lot.
Scott keeps a close eye on his phone as he drives over the speed limit. The small red dot that is Jackson is moving fast down the street. When Scott catches up with the dot, he realizes Jackson is on a bus.
Scott slowly follows the bus to the next stop where he watches Jackson jump off at. Scott Pulls over, parking his truck and getting out to run after him.
“Jackson! Wait!” Scott yells to Jackson as he runs to him. Jackson turns towards Scott and his eyes widen.
“You followed me?” He demands, stepping away from Scott as he gets closer. Scott reaches him and try’s to grab Jackson’s arm before he turns away.
“I can’t just let you be out on the street!” Scott argues.
“Why not? Thousands of teens do it all the time. What’s the difference with one more?”
“Look, Jackson, I know how it feels to be alone and not have anyone to rely on. That’s why I am here. I just want to help you!” Scott pleads with him.
Jackson shakes his head, “Your husband has already expressed his dislike for me. I can’t do that. I don’t want to be somewhere that I am not wanted.”
“He’s not always like that. Liam just doesn’t know you.”
“Well, neither do you,” Jackson argues, making Scott roll his eyes.
“That’s doesn’t mean we can’t try and get to know each other,” Scott explains, “Just come back to my apartment with me and we can get to know each other and see where to go from there,” Scott offers. Jackson smiles and nods.
“Okay.”
***
“Get out of my sight!” Liam practically screams, hands clenched into fists. Jackson stares, his eyes wide with something that looks close to fear.
“Liam, calm down,” Scott says, trying to intervene the fight.
“No! I am so tired of his attitude. Not to mention, we let him stay in this house, pay for him to go to school and he skips and gets into fights?” Liam yells, his eyes shooting daggers at Jackson.
“Okay, but that doesn’t mean you scream at him like that, or that you act like you’re going to hit him!” Scott gestures towards Liam’s hands, which relax when Scott points it out.
“Okay, okay. Let’s just calm down.” Scott says, turning towards Jackson, “Just go to your room or something.”
Jackson rolls his eyes in response, “Fine, whatever.”
Scott winces at the sound of Jackson's bedroom door slamming shut. He turns to Liam and crosses his arms, “Do you really have to be such an ass?” Scott asks.
“The kid needs to realize that his actions have consequences.”
“Oh, whatever. You were like that all the time in high school. Constantly skipping and getting into fights,” Scott reminds Liam.
“Yeah, high school,” Liam emphasizes, “Not middle school. He should be worrying about his homework and uh, girls I guess.”
“Girls, you guess?” Scott laughs, as Liam shrugs.
“I don’t know! I have no idea what the kid is into!” Liam exclaims.
“I would say you,” Scott shrugs.
Liam turns to Scott, his eyes widening in concern, “Excuse me?” He asks.
“I mean as a role model. He sees you as a role model. He looks up to you. Your personality is what he needs, but you need to realize when you speak to him as you did just then, all he’s hearing is the anger and not the ‘I’m trying the tell you not to be a bad child’,” Scott explains, “He doesn’t work that way,”
Liam nods, “Should I try and talk to him?”
“Tread lightly,” Scott warns.
Liam lightly knocks on Jackson’s bedroom door, “Hey, I’m sorry about before, can I come in?” After not hearing anything, Liam knocks again, “Jackson?”
Liam quietly pushes the bedroom door open and his eyes are drawn to the wide-open window next to the bed.
“Scott!” Liam yells, his heart beating wildly turning and yelling again, “He’s gone!”
“Seriously? Again? What the hell.”
Liam grabs the keys to his patrol car and heads out the door. Scott goes after him, “Are you sure you want to go get him?”
“He’s our kid. I have to,” Liam feels a weird tingling sensation at the words and it makes him smile. He gets into the car and goes after Jackson.
---
“I found him,” Liam says into the phone to Scott, sitting in his car, half a block from the house we watched Jackson go into.
“Do you have him with you?” Scott asks, a little too eager than he means to.
“Not exactly, I saw him go inside a house that looks almost worse than the one I grew up in,” Liam says.
“Your childhood home was not that bad Liam.”
“Whatever you say,” Liam responds, “I’m going to go get him.”
“Good luck, I love you,” Scott says.
Liam hangs up and steps out of the car.
He bangs his fist against the rotting wood of the door that Liam swears in a crack house. He tries not to judge since his childhood home was no different from this house. Liam crosses his arms when the door swings open and a top-heavy man in a dirty wife beater stares him down.
Liam catches a whiff of stale tobacco and body odor. A trail of smoke escapes from behind the door, along with a cockroach. He breathes in deeply, then has to hold back a gag. ‘Definitely worse’ he thinks.
“What the hell do you want?” The man demands as Liam pulls his badge from his belt, holding it up to the little light that is streaming from inside the house.
“I’m Officer Riggins and I’m looking for a kid named Jackson; sources told me I could find him here?” Liam states, putting his badge back and setting a hand on his gun.
“He ain’t here. Haven’t seen the little shit in a few months,” as the man talks, Liam, catch a glimpse of Jackson opening the back door to the house and bolting. He pushes past the man and runs out the same back door.
Jackson easily scales the low fence and Liam follows in suit. Liam chases him for 3 blocks before Jackson trips over a curb while looking back and slams into the sidewalk. Liam is able to grab Jackson before he gets back up.
Liam makes him sit on the side of the road. Jackson doesn’t move when Liam crouches down in front of him. Jackson stares at his shoes in defeat.
“I’m sorry,” he says, quietly as possible. Liam puts a hand under Jackson’s chin and tilts his head up. Jackson’s eyes are filled with tears, to which Liam wipes them away with his thumb.
“I don’t even know why I went back to that house. I’m sorry,” he cries.
“That doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Jackson smiles, pulling away and looking at Liam, “It’s just going to have to get used to being around you guys.”
Liam nods at him, standing up from the curb and holding his hand out to Jackson, “Alright, you ready to get home? Cause I need some sleep. Plus, it’s freezing”
***
“Liam, I think we should adopt Jackson, ”Scott's question is sudden and catches Liam off guard.
“You want to adopt him?”
“I said we not me. I think we should.”
Liam scratches the back of his neck and gives Scott a concerned look, “Are you sure. I mean, I don’t even think he wants us to adopt him.”
“Are you trying to make excuses?”
“No, I honestly still thought this entire thing was still temporary like you had said the day you brought him home from the station.”
“Are you saying you don’t want him anymore? Please tell me I’m wrong.”
“I just didn’t think we would have a kid this early in our marriage.”
Scott stares at Liam in disbelief, “So you just want me to take him to the shelter or something?”
“That’s not what I said,” Liam defends.
“Well, that’s what you’re making it seem like!” Scott yells.
Scott and Liam hear Jackson's bedroom door open and act like they’re busy.
“Hey, can I go to Vendetta’s house?” He asks, a bright smile on his face.
Scott looks over at Liam, who nods, “Yeah sure, just don’t be out too late bud.”
As the front door shuts, Scott turns to Liam, “Do you think he heard us?”
Liam shrugs and sits down on the couch, “It’s not that I don’t want him, I just don’t know if I’m ready. I know that we’ve been doing good since he got here, but what if he runs and we end up never finding him? That’s what I’m worried about.”
Scott smiles at him, which Liam reacts which a concerned face, “What?”
“Youuuuuu care about him,” Scott says, dragging the letter out just to tease Liam.
“Oh shut up,” Liam says, playfully annoyed.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. He’ll probably think you’re weird anyway,” Scott laughs.
“Yeah, I’m the weird one,” Liam says, rolling his eyes, a smile on his face.
---
3 hours later, Scott hears his phone ring. When he answers, he’s met with the sound of Vendetta’s voice who’s yelling.
“Jackson wait!” She yells.
“Hey, Mr. Riggin’s?” Vendetta says into the phone, her breathing shallow, “Jackson ran out of my house and he’s really upset. I don’t know what happened but-” She interrupts herself to yell at Jackson once more, “Jackson, don’t get on the bus!”
Scott winces when Vendetta’s phone collides with the concrete, “Liam, grab your keys,” Liam complies without asking and follows Scott out of the house.
---
Liam scrambles from the car when they get to the bus station and rushes over to Jackson.
“My God! You called him! This is why I don’t like telling you things!” Jackson screams into Vendetta’s face, making her cower. Liam grabs him by the arm, pulling him away from Vendetta. Jackson attempts to wrestle out of Liam’s grip, but he stops when he loses his footing on the Icey sidewalk and falls onto his back.
“She did the right thing, calling Scott. What the hell is your reason for running this time?” Liam demands.
Jackson scrambles to get his footing. Liam holds his arm out for him to grab. “I heard you and Scott arguing about wanting to adopt me.”
“We weren’t exactly fighting over it. But what’s the issue with it?”
“What’s the point of adopting me? Why keep me when you could have your own kid with similar genetics to yours and not some piss poor excuse for a kid your husband brought home from a fucking police station?”
Liam seems taken back from the question, “Are you being serious?” Jackson hears from behind him. He doesn’t need to turn to know who it is.
“You really need to get your head out of your ass. I brought you home in an attempt to hopefully set you straight and possibly find you a new home. But Liam and I ended up realizing that you were where you needed to be. With us.”
Jackson turns to Scott, “And I know that. But I’m just afraid that once you adopt me, something will go wrong and you’ll reverse my adoption. I’ve seen it happen before. I don’t want to go through that!”
“That’s not going to happen, I promise,” Scott says.
“You’re not an item we bought at a store, Jackson. You’re a person. We’re stuck with you,” Liam says, trying to make Jackson laugh.
Vendetta smiles, “Plus if they do somehow decide they don’t want you can come and stay with me,” She offers.
Jackson nods, “I’m sorry for doing this. I tend to make myself believe I’m disposable. It’s just been hard since my parents died. I just get the feeling that I’ll never find what I used to have before they left me.’
“That’s why we are here. Even though you staying with us wasn’t the original intent, but that’s what we definitely want now,” Scott explain.
Jackson smiles, he surges forward, almost losing his footing from the ice and hugs Scott, who lets out a surprised sound at the affection.
“Okay. We can talk about adopting me. I’ll have to think about it.”
Scott nods at Jackson and waves Liam over, “Let’s get out of here. I’m freezing.”
Liam turns to Vendetta, “Do you need a ride back to your house?”
Though his dads are currently not talking, Jackson wakes up one night and finds the smallest act of love between them.
-
As Jackson passes his parent's room, he sees the light of the single lamp from Scott's side of the bed, along with the dark outline of Liam sitting on the edge of the bed.
Liam quietly runs his fingers through Scott's hair as he sleeps. He does it lightly, to make sure to not wake Scott.
Though his dads haven't been getting along the past week and through all the screaming and fighting, Liam never fails to remind Scott that he loves him
Jackson smiles as he sees Liam lean forward and press a kiss to Scott's forehead.
As Jackson turns around, he hears the click of the lamp and Liam whispering "I love you,"
Scott can't imagine a world without his son. So when Jackson dies, Scott makes the decision to join him.
Scott smiles at himself in the mirror. He's the happiest he's been in weeks. He fixes a button on his shirt and lightly smooths any wrinkles.
"Today is the day," He whispers to himself.
On his way out, he grabs an envelope labeled to Kara, his co-worker from school and heads to his car. As he drives, he goes over everything in the envelope.
Dear Kara,
Today is the day where I finally make my own decisions. Today is the day I let all of my demons go. Today is the day I see him again.
These past few weeks have been the hardest for me to handle. I will never be able to repay you for all you have done for me. For staying up hours on end and listen to me cry into the phone over him. These past few weeks I have deprived you and myself of sleep. But do not worry, this will end here on out.
You have been the best thing I have needed for a long time. I appreciate you for that. But nothing can get me to get over him. I cannot imagine a world without my son. And by the time you are done reading this, I will be with him once and for all.
Thank you for being my friend. I'm sorry it had to end like this.
Forever Grateful,
Scott
He smiles again, from ear to ear as he parks his truck, walking with a spring in his step to Kara's classroom. He stops in front of her desk and hands her the envelope.
"What's this for?" She asks, examining the white rectangle.
Scott smiles "When you have a chance, read it," He walks around to her and bends over to hug her. She makes a surprised noise and hugs him back.
"You're usually not this lovey," she points out.
"Yeah. I'm just in a good mood. Oh and I won't be here today, I just came by to drop that off. I have some important things to take care of."
"Alright, It was nice seeing you! I'll see you tomorrow," she says.
"Right..." He trails off. If only he could tell her. "By the way, thank you for everything you've done for me the past week. I still feel bad for keeping you up so long. I know you haven't gotten much sleep."
Kara smiles "You needed it. I'm glad to see that you’re doing better. Have a great day."
Scott nods at her and leaves with the same smile on his face. He parks his truck in the driveway in front of his apartment. When he gets inside he grabs the razor he left on the kitchen table and heads quietly for the bathroom.
His vision blurs as he fills the bathtub with water. He drops his keys and cell phone on the floor before settling in the water. He feels his shirt stick to his skin. He's always hated that but it won't matter in a few minutes so he ignores it.
He smiles as tears track down his cheeks. Looking up at the ceiling, Scott speaks in a small voice.
"I'll see you shortly."
He presses the sharp edge of the razor to one arm and rips open the flesh, repeating the act with his other arm. The last thing he hears before slipping under the water is the faint sound of his cell phone ringing.
From the Jack vs Dylan scene in NYSM 1. But instead of fighting, Jack easily seduces Dylan.
Dylan feels the tight handcuffs dig uncomfortably into his ankle as he lays with his back to the floor, Jack standing over him with the walkie-talkie.
“You little shit!” Dylan yells at him.
“You little shit!” Jack repeats, trying to imitate his voice.
“What game you playin?” Dylan asks.
“What game you playin?” Jack repeats once again, the imitation in his voice isn’t perfect but good enough to fool.
“We’re all good at 6. Move to 7.” Jack says into the walkie-talkie with Dylan’s voice.
Agent Fuller screams in protests hoping the swats can hear him from the kitchen, struggling against his jacket that is still being eaten by the garbage disposal.
Jack turns his back for a moment, and at that moment Dylan manages to stand up and lunge at Jack.
Jack slams to the floor with a grunt, struggling to get away from under Dylan. In the midsts to get away, he bucks into Dylan’s hips, who hisses from the contact.
Jack looks innocently up at Dylan, who flushes a shade of red. Jack hesitates before pushing his hips up into Dylans again, gaining an angry noise from the older man.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Jack stares up at him, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Nothing sir.” Dylan’s dick stirs at his voice, staring down as Jack goes to unbuckle his belt.
Dylan catches his hands and looks towards the kitchen. They’re out of sight from Fuller but he still feels that they shouldn’t do this.
“I’ll be quiet sir. I promise.” Jack gives Dylan a smirk that makes him give in, letting Jack continue to work at his belt.
Jack easily flips both of them over, quickly working Dylan’s dick from his pants. Jack instantly dives in, taking Dylan’s dick down to the base.
Dylan’s back arches and he fists a hand into Jacks’ hair, pulling him further down if that was even possible. He grinned as he hears Jack gag slightly, the breath expelling from his nose collides with his pubes.
Jack comes up for air, spit running down his chin, he breaths desperately. Dylan has his hand wrapped around his own mouth to keep from making noise and alerting Fuller who is still stuck in the same position.
Jack licks around the tip and up the base which brings a loud whimper from behind Dylan’s hand. Jack smirks and takes his dick back into his mouth.
Dylan suddenly removes his hand from his mouth to grab Jacks hair with both hands. Jack winces from the hair pulling but still continues. Dylan lets out a loud groan, loud enough to alert his partner.
“Dylan?” Fuller yells.
Dylan stares down at Jack, making eye contact with him in this position makes his dick throb. Those brown eyes weaken him. He wants to reply but can’t trust himself not to moan if he does.
Jack winds back, sitting on his knees. He wipes away the spit and yells at Fuller in the same voice he used earlier, “What?” and for some reason watching his red swollen lips move makes him even more desperate for more.
“Did you get the damn kid yet?” He yells.
“Not yet boss,” Jack answers, staring directly at Dylan.
“I hope your close, sir,” Jack says, sinking down.
Dylan nods frantically while Jack wraps his fingers around the base of Dylan’s dick, stroking quickly, whispering for him to come.
Jack retakes Dylan into his mouth moments before he comes, Dylan once again slaps his hand over his mouth, letting out a strangled cry as he spills his seed into the younger man's mouth while threading his fingers through his hair.
Dylan lays back after he finishes his orgasm, gasping for breath. Jack swallows every drop and makes sure to clean any up from Dylan’s dick.
He grabs the paper off the floor from before and leans down next to Dylan’s ear.
Running away from home has been a thought on my mind many times. But never have I felt the need to act upon it. But, only twice have I ever had a runaway end up on my front porch.
The first time was when we were in 7th grade. You, my best friend, running to me as the emotional/mental abuse became too much to handle.
The brief phone call from your step-mother left me scared for your well-being. I had assumed that since she called me and you hadn't shown that you had gone to seek refuge with your boyfriend.
Only minutes later I saw your silhouette outside my window and heard you knock on the door.
My mother criticized you for running off, which made the situation worse for you. It wasn't until you began to cry that you finally told us about your problems.
Your father was abusive. The constant verbal and emotional abuse was wearing you down until you finally caved and had to get away.
I remember feeling my stomach drop when you said that you wanted to kill yourself. You said it was the only way you could ever be free. That was the point when I began to cry.
I couldn't express my anger enough with my mother when she called your step-mother back. I was furious that she was letting you go that easy. Even after all your crying and begging, she threw you back to the wolves.
Not even 10 minutes later we heard the rumble of your father van outside and your body visibly tensed. Thank god your sister was the one who came to retrieve you.
I wasn't surprised that she didn't understand why you ran. But what did surprise me was that she backed up your dad on his behavior. I will never understand why she did that.
It wasn't until your father and step-mother were arrested the second time, that the state finally took you from that house If you could even call it that.
Everything seemingly got better for you which is what I thought at first. You are living in a better place and your life seems better than it was. But I can still see that you're still not happy. I still wonder if you'll ever be happy again.
I hope that changes for you.
*
People always say that your Sophomore year is that hardest year of high school. But for me, it was Junior year. Though everyone is probably talking school wise, I'm talking emotionally.
This was the most recent time, and hopefully the last time I ever have to experience this.
You, sir, were a different story.
You had been kicked out due to a misconception that I'm honestly not sure if I believe still or not. You showed up at 4:30, knocking on my door, looking for a ride to Wichita.
There was nothing I could do at the time, so until my father got home, we sat on my couch. I wasn't expecting you to be at my house for seven hours, but it ended up being that way. It got to the point where I thought you would never go home.
I had asked a trusted source for help with the situation, the only thing they could do was call the police. You were reported missing after all.
Soon enough, we had to give you an ultimatum.
Its either you go home, or we call the police and let them handle you. You were okay with us taking you to the police station, but going home wasn't an option you could handle. Maybe you were safer somewhere else.
It wasn't until 11 P.M. that night, a police officer showed up to take you away. I've never seen you scared until that moment. But the fear melted away when you realized everything was okay.
He didn't cuff you, which honestly, was a bit of a surprise. Maybe he felt that you weren't a threat, which was a good judgment call.
I had hugged you before he took you to the car.
The last thing you said to me that night was "See you later."
Yeah, sure thing.
I told my parents the reason why you didn't want to go home. It was all because of your father. I don't know your parents, but from what you have told me, I hope you never have to go through any of that again.
You're okay now and that is all that matters to me.
This is from the part in *Dream Come True* where Karter and Chase have sex in Chase's truck after Karter's graduation ceremony.
I never thought I would be doing this. Lying in his back seat, naked as the day I was born. With him between my thighs.
Chase barely had the car door closed before he was holding me down by the throat and trying to rip off my clothes with the other.
To the outside world, they would have thought that he was forcing me against my will. If they only could see after that, my nails digging into the leather, and the broken pleads for more, they'd understand perfectly.
My therapist thought I would never get to this point with another person again in my life. So vulnerable, letting them rip me apart, have me begging for them to hurt me.
But with him, I'd let him do anything if he asked.
Ever since he got to the house for my graduation he was making passes at me. Winking at me, grabbing my ass when no one is looking, even at one point during dinner the night before he slid his hand between my thighs and told me, "I'd fuck you right on this table while everyone watched".
And right now I'm laying in the backseat of Chase's truck, my fingers in his hair as my dick is down his throat. Tugging and pulling as my back arches up. I feel him breathe out from his nose, the warm air collides with the patch of hair that he's nestled into.
Before this he had me begging for him in broken sobs while he bit down on my thighs. Sucking, leaving marks. My high pitch whimpers satisfying him. Letting him know he's doing everything right.
Before I know it, he's lubing himself up. He stares me down as he does this. "A-are you ready?" he stutters and twitches as he strokes himself. I can't even bring myself to speak, all I can do is nod frantically at him.
I know it's going to hurt when he starts, and it does. I wince as he starts with the tip. He grabs me by the chin when I look away and moves my head back to look him in the eyes. His fingertips painfully dig into my jaw but staring directly into his eyes and him bottoming out takes it away.
He removes his hand from my jaw and pins my wrists above me, making sure I have no control. He pulls out, and before I can even register what he's doing, he slams back in, hitting that spot. I let out a whimper from the impact. There's a smile on his face, as he knows he has full control of me.
"Just fuck me already dammit!" I command shortly before he covers my mouth and slams into me again and again.
I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, my moans are muffled from his hand, but still audible. He himself lets out a few strangled moans as I clench around him, trying to wring out as much pleasure as I can from him.
He lets go of my hands and uncovers my mouth and repositions himself from above. He yelps in surprise as I yank him by the hair to meet our mouths. It's a mess of just tongue and our teeth colliding a few times. The desperation to be as close as possible was obvious.
I need him, I need him close to me, I need him to just be here in general. I'm desperate for his touch, for every inch of him to be touching me.
"Fuck, I am so proud of you baby. You know that right?" He pants into my ear, my cheeks burning up. I nodded lightly, embarrassed to look at him.
He grabs my jaw again, forcing me to look at him.
"You're beautiful." Two words, fourteen letters. The one thing for him to make me cry. The heat in the pit of my stomach grows faster by the second. He smiles down at me.
"I... I love you." He whimpers into my neck as he talks. My heart stops for a moment. I lay there, dazed by his words. Only to come back to reality when he harshly bites down on the curve of my neck, spilling inside of me.
The sloppy thrusts hit the perfect spot and I'm following suit to him, crying out as I spill onto my stomach. He leans back, admiring me, my hair sticks to my forehead from the amount of sweat. The swollen bitemark on my neck, so obvious that it's going to be a hard one to explain to Chase's girlfriend.
He hands me my underwear and pants while pulling his own back up. He exits the backseat and starts the truck as I situate myself right next to him in the front seat.
I grab ahold of his hand on the console and we stay like that the whole drive home.
