Chapter 6 #2
“She what…?” Graham glanced at Wendy, who was squealing with the other drunk girls. “Why would she…?”
“She was proud of you, man,” Ryan slurred, punching him in the arm. “You finally manned up.” He nudged Graham, annoyingly. “She said she gave you a little sucky, sucky, too. How was that? She any good?”
Graham’s disgust deepened. “Seriously? That’s none of your business.”
“She seemed to think so. What’s your problem? Guys talk about this shit all the time—whose girl fucks best, who sucks cock like a pro.”
The guy was gross. Even if Graham had enjoyed the experience with Wendy, he wouldn’t have bragged about it to his friends.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan looked at him with his usual suspicion. “Didn’t you like it?”
“That’s none of your business,” Graham repeated, irritated. “You need a fucking girlfriend so you stop obsessing over my relationships.”
“Hey.” Ryan shrugged. “Can’t blame me for being curious why it took you so long to give the girl what she wants… or why you don’t seem all that thrilled about it now that you have.”
Graham swallowed hard, his nerves fraying. “Why don’t you just get to the fucking point and say what you mean?”
“What do I mean, Graham?” Ryan stared at him dryly, a little unsteady on his feet.
“Go to hell,” Graham said. “Just stay the hell away from me.”
“What’s going on?” Wendy approached without Graham noticing. “Are you guys fighting?”
Graham let out a stiff breath. “No,” he mumbled.
“Everything’s peachy,” Ryan squinted at her. “Except your boy here isn’t too keen on your sexy talk.”
Wendy laughed lightly, looking at Graham. “You’re upset because I told him about…”
“It’s private, between us,” Graham muttered.
“Are you mad at me about it?” Wendy asked, then narrowed her eyes. “Or are you mad because you didn’t want to do it? Do you think I made you do it?” When drunk, Wendy tended to switch moods like shifting gears.
A slow smirk spread across Ryan’s face.
“I didn’t say that,” Graham replied. “I said, it’s private.”
“Uh-huh.” Wendy glanced at Ryan, who shrugged and rolled his eyes.
“I’m starting to think you didn’t want to do it.
Come to think of it, you seemed eager to get me off and be done with it.
” She huffed quietly. “Just who were you dreaming about that got you cock hard? Someone we know? You tapping some bitch slut behind my back? Is that why you never want to fuck me?”
“Maybe it wasn’t a bitch slut he was dreaming about,” Ryan said with a sly tone.
“What do you mean?” Wendy frowned.
“If he ain’t getting jacked up over a hot chick like you…” Ryan’s mouth jerked at the corner. “… maybe he’s got some… wires… crossed. If you know what I mean.”
“What?” She looked at Graham and laughed. “No… not Graham.” She squinted thoughtfully. “You think?”
“Just sayin’.” Ryan shrugged. “Have you met any other guy who didn’t want to tap your sexy ass?”
“You know,” Wendy murmured. “I don’t think I have.”
“And you’ve been throwing it at your boy here for a year, and he didn’t go for it?” He snorted. “Seems a little sus to me.”
Wendy faced Graham, pressing her palms flat against his chest. “Is that it, Graham?” she cooed. “You prefer dick? Hm? Did eating my pussy make you feel icky?”
Ryan laughed.
Graham ignored him, then stared at Wendy, suddenly exhausted. “I think we need to break up.”
“Why, baby?” Wendy scrunched her face, with wicked glee in her eyes. “Because I’m not packing?”
“Oh fuck,” Ryan snorted out a laugh.
Graham held her gaze. “You guys are gone first thing tomorrow.”
“What’s that?”
Graham turned around. Deke stood behind him, drunk off his ass.
“You want us to leave?” Deke looked annoyed. “We’re here for you, man. What’s your problem? You’ve been kind of dickish since we arrived.”
“I didn’t invite you,” Graham said. “This is my grandpa’s property, and he wouldn’t want you here, partying on his lake. This was his sanctuary. I came up here to spread his ashes and be alone.”
Ryan chuffed. “Was he a fag, too?”
“What?” Graham turned on him, irritation giving way to anger. “Don’t talk about my grandfather—ever. You will never be the man he was.”
“Not sure I want to be.” Ryan made a face at Wendy. “If you know what I mean.” He mimicked ringing a bell, and Wendy snickered.
“I will knock you on your ass,” Graham threatened. “Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Deke asked Ryan. “What do you mean, is he a fag, too? Who’s a fag?”
Ryan looked at Graham but said nothing.
Deke frowned, confused, as he turned to Graham. “What’s he talking about?”
“Nothing,” Graham mumbled. “He’s talking out of his ass, as usual.”
“Really?” Ryan challenged. “How about that time when we were ten, and you tried to kiss me?”
“That didn’t happen.”
“Close enough,” Ryan said. “You tried to hold my hand. Next, you would’ve tried kissing me. Don’t deny it.”
Deke looked uncomfortable as his eyes darted between his two friends. “Is that true?” he asked Graham. “You made a pass at him when you were ten?”
“Oh, my god,” Wendy squawked. “You really are queer.”
“Who’s queer?” Brian piped up from nearby. He sauntered toward them, beer in hand, swaying slightly. “Who we talking about?” He smacked Deke on the back and grinned. “Who’s a fag?”
Deke just stared at Graham.
Brian looked from one to the other, his gaze settling on Graham. “No fucking way.”
“I think… way,” Deke said. “And he’s pissed we’re here. He wants us to leave in the morning and get off his grandpa’s precious lake.”
“What?” Brian fixed hard eyes on Graham. “What the fuck, man?”
Graham shook his head and stepped around Brian, who grabbed his arm.
“Are you seriously queer, dude?” His grip tightened, his fingers digging into his bicep.
“Let go,” Graham spoke low as his heart began to thump against his ribs.
“Better do what he says,” Ryan smirked. “Or he might kiss your ass. Oops, I mean, kick your ass.” He and Wendy cracked up.
Brian squeezed a little harder, his short nails cutting into flesh. “This might be your lake,” he said, his voice slurred. “But this is our boat. And maybe we don’t want some faggot on our boat.”
“Maybe we don’t,” Deke confirmed.
Graham watched them, suddenly tense. The level of alcohol surging through their systems only fueled the flames of this suddenly unstable situation.
Others wandered over to see what the commotion was about.
Brian and Deke ignored them as they held their standoff with Graham, Brian’s grip on his arm tightening.