Savior:A Tattered Club Story(30)

“That’s it, ride my finger.” Damn that voice. Was it Ethan? Was it the man in the bathroom? “You’re leaking all over the bed. God, you love this. I’m leaking, too, Niko.”

Jesus, it was him—Ethan. My Ethan. Sexy, beautiful Ethan.

“Just keep doing whatever the hell you’re doing. You’re gonna make me come.”

Feathers, yes, feathers slid across the tip of his cock. Slick wisps skimmed the drops. The pressure. In...out. In...out. Hot. Wet. The air captured in his lungs seized and every muscle in his back locked. He had to come. Hard.

“God, Niko, yes.”

The precipice, the overwhelming urge to push his hips and spread his thighs shot through him. He lifted his waist, separating the head of his cock from the blanket. Blackness kidnapped him as the jets of heat spilled from the tip. Going. Going. Thinking the warm sinking feeling would never stop.

But it did.

He lifted his head and looked at the sheet. Ethan’s palm cradled every bit of thick, white liquid. “That was you touching me?” With the hum in his chest, Niko was unsure if the words had actually made their way out of his mouth.

“Yes, I had to touch you. Your cock is perfect. I love how it curves to the left a little. I bet it would feel amazing inside.”

Niko rolled over, leaving plenty of space between Ethan’s thought and the rejection he had to give. He rested the back of his forearm above his brow. “You do realize that’s never going to happen?” Ethan scooted back and Niko could see the white stain on the front of the borrowed shorts. “You came, too?”

Ethan laughed and moved to the right side of the bed, dangling his feet before standing up. “So, does this mean I’ve lost pillow rights?”

Niko peeked over. “Guess so. He doesn’t move for anybody. Here,” Niko pulled the pillow out from under his head. “Take mine.”

Ethan didn’t protest but instead walked to the door. Niko rolled onto his side. The side that would keep him from looking straight into the face that was going to crumple him, destroy every wall he’d built. The sound of his father’s guttural voice haunted his ears.

Sissy fag. Wanna kiss boys then you better be ready to get it up the ass by ’em. You want it up the ass, sissy fag? No son of mine is gonna be a sissy fag. Catch you again and you’ll find a one-way ticket to the avenues with a cardboard box.

Niko hugged his shoulder, hoping Ethan was on his way to the bathroom and hadn’t seen him flinch. He’d been eleven when his dad had taunted him for the first time and he hadn’t known kissing a boy meant being homeless. He never would’ve let Kenny Summers into his room that day if he’d known it would lead to a cardboard box with a cup and a sign.

Niko’s mattress shifted from behind. What was he supposed to say? Hey, dude, thanks for fingering my ass. It felt great. Realizing he was naked, he tugged the blanket over his chest.

The bed shifted again. “The rain’s stopped.”

“Yeah,” Niko blinked in the darkness.

“Are you falling asleep?”

“No… I don’t know.” Damn, his brain was jumbled, pebbles rolling around inside his head, one thought stumbling against the next. The sound of the gunshot ricocheted in his ears. The way his mother screamed, not only from the blood oozing out of his father’s leg, but from the pain of her broken arm that his father had snapped minutes earlier. Those were sounds that ghosted a man, relentlessly.

“I’m nervous about tomorrow.”

“Why? It’s all good.” Niko tried to sound even, like when he was in grade school and his buddy sat just right on the other end of the teeter totter.

“Yeah.” Ethan’s voice faded.

The warmth of the blanket soothed him when Ethan pulled it over his shoulder. Fighting the urge to roll over, he closed his eyes and willed the image of his mother walking out onto the juvenile correctional facility parking lot to open the door on their shitty old Ford Taurus. The memory shouldn’t still hurt, but it did.

He lay motionless, waiting. For what he wasn’t sure until he heard a light snore drifting from behind his back. Breathing out a quiet sigh, he closed his eyes and welcomed the blackness.



*****



The smell of maple syrup motivated Ethan to open his eyes. With arms stretched, he dug the back of his head into the pillow. The door was open, but Niko was gone. Feeling silly but not caring, he rolled over and buried his nose in the space where Niko’s head had laid.

Fruity, woodsy, the scent made his dick twitch. Morning wood had nothing on the real reason why his cock was so eager. The tough guy in the kitchen intensified his senses. There had only been two other guys who let him play on his own terms. Having a pretty face lent others to form opinions before speaking.