Chapter Seventeen #2
He just shrugs. “I guess I just generally don’t like tattoos.”
“Like I said that’s understandable, some people can’t stand the pain, some just don’t like them, or just don’t want to have any and admire them on others which is cool.” I state. “But not as cool as having some on your own body, but that’s just my opinion.”
He nods. “Yeah.”
I begin to play with his hair.
“My favorite one is the cross tattoo with the angel wings behind it.”
“And he has favorites, damn.” I smile. “It’s like you’re in love with me.”
“Fuck off.” He rolls off my body and onto his back.
I laugh, pulling him to me.
“Why that one?” I ask.
“What?”
“Why is that tattoo your favorite?”
“Because despite being gay you don’t let no one take your faith away.” He responds.
“My faith is private and is no one else’s business.” I state. “So people can hate me, call me names, or do whatever makes them feel better about themselves for me being a guy who is into fucking other guys all they want, but it will never change my faith or beliefs regarding my faith.”
“I like that.”
“Why thank you.” I puff my chest out like a cheesy superhero in a children’s cartoon.
Grey Eyes smiles and punches my chest.
“Ouch.” I chuckle, rubbing the assaulted area.
“Cocky motherfucker.”
“It’s not the only cross tattoo I have.” I state.
“No?”
I shake my head.
“I have just a plain cross tattoo on the side of my thigh.” I state. “I’d show it to you but I’m wearing pants and I don’t think it’s possible without taking my pants off.”
He laughs a little while shaking his head.
“No that’s fine, I don’t need to see it.”
“You sure because I have no problem getting nake—”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He interrupts.
I continue to play with his hair.
“If you don’t mind me asking—”
“I don’t.” I immediately cut him off. “But shoot.”
“When did you know you were into... guys?” he continues. “And when did you come out?”
I hum as I inhale his questions.
“I came out as soon as I knew for sure I was into guys.” I state, recalling the time I told the gang I was gay.
“Tell me the story, my dark angel.” He says, looking up at me.
I smirk.
“You comfy enough for story time pretty boy?” I ask.
He snuggles into me.
“I am now.”
“Okay. I was in eighth grade when I first kissed a guy. Rumors went around that he had a crush on me but wasn’t sure if I was gay or not.
” I begin. “At the time I didn’t know if I was straight, gay, bisexual, or whatever so I just said ‘fuck it’ and kissed him.
We both liked it and so I had mislabeled myself as bi-curious.
.. that is until high school came. In high school I noticed my interests were only in guys so when I got older I decided to lose my virginity to a guy and I had zero regrets. ”
I feel him shift under me and I watch him snuggle further into me.
“I then labeled myself as Bisexual. After losing my virginity I tried fucking girls but I couldn’t get my dick up until her boyfriend caught us in the bedroom while he was coming out the shower.
He dropped his towel in a state of shock and I saw his pretty ass in the mirror on the wall and my dick immediately got hard. ”
“And that’s when you realized that you were gay?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Close but not yet. I hooked up with another guy and didn’t have any troubles keeping it up and that’s when I knew I was gay.”
“And you’ve been with guys ever since?” he asks.
I nod. “Yep.”
I poke at him. “And what about you?”
He sighs as if dreading to tell his story.
“I’ve known I was into boys since I was very young.
” He says. “All my celebrity crushes would be the guys from the children slash preteen films I watched and when I hit middle school I had a giant crush on one of the guys in my class, I didn’t make a move because I didn’t want to frighten him or anything and so ever since then I accepted the fact that I was into boys and not girls. ”
A ping of jealousy hits me when he spoke of this crush he had in middle school, but I force myself to let it go because it was—is—just a silly little middle school crush. We’ve all had them... right? So, it’s normal and I can’t be mad at that.
“My story is a little more boring than yours but, there it is.” He sighs.
“Nothing about you is boring.” I state.
He looks up at me, studying my face, I guess trying to see if I’m lying about him not being boring.
I’m not. I’m dead serious, nothing about him is boring.
I open my mouth to speak but quickly close it when I see a shadow in the corner of my eyes.
Raising up I see a man dressed in all black staring directly at us.
He raises his hand and I discover the gun in his hand.
Grabbing Grey Eyes I roll us out of the way with me on top of him as the gun fires.
“Run!” I growl. “And try not to be seen.”
He doesn’t argue, doesn’t ask why, he just nods and rolls out from under me to do as I say.
Getting up I grab the gun from the backpack and get ready to aim at the motherfucker in black only to see that he’s moved.
Fuck! Searching my surroundings I see him running away.
Oh no you don’t shithead! I begin to charge after him. He’s fast but I’m faster.
As I’m chasing him the car I was suspicious of comes to mind.
Is this the fucker that was behind the wheel?
My fist comes in contact with the back of his head and together we fall on the ground, his gun skidding across the dirt, out of his reach.
We tussle and roll in the dirt, the sweat on my skin making the dirt stick to my naked torso.
When I get a vantage point between his punches and other various hits I don’t feel I take it and roll on top of him.
He’s wearing a mask over his face and the material looks... expensive... and exclusive to the richest of the rich. Only one name comes to mind... Jamie.
“I’m not going to waste my breath asking who you work for because I’ve already figured it out.” I growl in the man’s face. “But I do want you to give me a good reason not to kill you.”
He struggles to break free under my weight so I punch him three times in the jaw. With each blow his head makes contact with the ground and with the third punch I feel his skull crack with the impact of the hit. The guy yells.
“My patience is thinner than a hair strand and is close to snapping, answer me!”
“I’m just doing what the boss told me to do.” He says.
I’m so done with this fucking cliché shit.
“The boss wants your guy dead and dead he shall be.”
I smirk. “How can you kill him if you’re already dead?”
I then hear a shout and gunfire off to my right. Looking to my right I see another guy identical to the guy under me with Grey Eyes in his grasp, holding him at gunpoint. Fuck me. My blood begins to boil but I know to stay calm because Grey Eyes’ life depends on it.
“How the fuck did you find us?” I ask.
“Technology is a great thing isn’t it.” The guy underneath me says. “It’s a strength but also a weakness to humanity.”
“How were you tracking us, my phone, bike, or his phone?” I ask.
“Does it matter, we’ve found you and now it’s time to say goodnight.” The guy holding Grey Eyes at gunpoint says.
He holds the barrel of the gun to Grey Eyes’ temple and Grey Eyes whimpers as he tries to move his head away. I look him dead in the eyes.
“Don’t fight it, trust me.” I said. “And most of all, do not panic.”
The guy chuckles. As if in slow motion I see his finger tighten on the trigger and as he does so I reach for a rock nearby.
It’s big and flat with a bit of weight to it.
I throw the rock at the man’s hand. Grey Eyes watches the entire encounter and closes his eyes, expecting to die.
The rock makes contact with the guy’s hand and he yells, the gun firing.
Grey Eyes winces as he holds his ear. Meanwhile the guy underneath me punches me, making me falter, which gives him the ability to escape me.
“Fuck!” I mumble, rebalancing myself.
He runs for the gun but I’m quicker then him and grab it before him, hitting him in the head with the butt of the weapon.
As I do so I hear Grey Eyes and the other bimbo tussling on my side.
He yelps in pain as he holds his assaulted spot.
Without hesitation I pull the trigger, the bullet flying into his skull with ease.
His body falls limp on the ground and I charge after the other guy.
As I do so I noticed Grey Eyes has managed to get away and is running without looking back.
Tacking the other guy, aiming to shoot Grey Eyes I stomp on his wrist breaking it.
He shouts in agony as he uses his other hand to try and attack me but he’s slow unlike his now dead partner who at least was able to throw some blows to me.
Catching his other hand, which holds a knife, I slam it down on the sharp rock beside us.
The rock slices his hand and he drops the knife.
Punching him square in the face I reach for the knife and as I do so I feel his phone ring in his pocket. I smile like a maniac and say,
“Goodnight.”
Placing the knife on his throat I slice it horizontally, vertically, and cattycornered, making a star on his neck.
I watch the blood and life flow out of his body before reaching into his pants pocket and grabbing his phone.
It’s still ringing and the caller ID is unknown. I answer it but don’t say anything.
“Boss wants to know the status of the mission.” A gruff deep voice demands.
I smirk with pride.
“Mission failed.”
Without hanging up I grab the gun from the other guy and shoot the phone, ending the call and the entire existence of the phone altogether. Clouds begin to cover the sky making everything grey, my favorite color. It looks like it’s about to rain and I need to find Grey Eyes.
I walk back to our picnic area, taking the knife, gun, and phone with me but don’t find Grey Eyes nor do I find my shirt, great.
It was in my lap after Grey Eyes threw it at me but then we were attacked and I don’t know what happened to it after that.
Grabbing the stuff I walk back to my bike where I find Grey Eyes hunched over, trying to catch his breath.
My hand falls on the small of his back and he punches me in the balls.
I hunch over at the pain radiating throughout my manhood.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” He says, reaching for me.
“It’s all good.” I say, my voice strained as I fight through the pain.
My phone rings in the backpack.
“Can you get that for me?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
Grey Eyes rushes to get my phone out of the backpack and I notice he has blood on his clothes.
“Do you want me to answer it?”
“Put it on speaker.” I groan.
He does as I ask and Dad’s angry voice comes through the line.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Out with Grey Eyes.” I respond. “Why?”
“I need you at home right now!” he shouts in a growl.
“What? Why?” I ask, the pain easing away, thankfully.
“Just get your ass home now, the club has been burned down and some of the gangs bikes have caught fire.” Dad explains.
“What?” I ask.
I couldn’t’ve heard him right. The club couldn’t have burned down. How did it burn down if we take care of everything unless...
“I think it’s Jamie.” Dad says. “And I’ll kill that motherfucker if he kills one of my children. Get. Home. Now. And pack.”
“On my way.” I say.
“And bring the boy with you, we’re going to the cabin.”
He then hangs up the phone. Fuck and I thought this weekend was going to be a chill weekend. Grabbing my phone from Grey Eyes who has been holding my phone the entire time I place it in my pocket.
“Is the backpack zipped up?” I ask.
He nods as thunder booms in the sky. Rain begins to come down in big droplets.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I just have a few cuts and may have some bruises later but I’m fine, I can handle it.” He responds.
Examining his arms I do see little cuts on his skin, probably from the tussling in the dirt and rocks. I’ll patch him up when I get home.
“Alright let’s go back home.” I say, beginning to walk to my bike.
We are about a couple yards away from my bike when I see the exact same car I was suspicious about parked next to it.
My blood boils at the sight of the car but there’s not much I can do since the fuckers are already dead.
We step closer to my bike as the rain pours down but before we could reach it fully I hear a beeping sound.
I frown and stop Grey Eyes from moving. I try to figure out where the sound is coming from.
Then my bike goes up in flames causing Grey Eyes and I to fly backwards and land on the ground.
Fuck...