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THE GEEK AND THE JOCK Written By: Jeff N Edited by: Daniel E Story Consultant: Mark C
Chapter 5
The next day the three of us sat down and talked. Daniel and I were relaxing on the couch in Jermz's room, while he was lying on the bed. I was still very stiff and sore from my wounds, but I could tell that things were healing. My face was itching like crazy; the black and blue had begun to turn to shades of yellow and green. The worst thing in this repair process is the broken ribs. The doctor told me there was nothing they could do. I was on my own, they would heal time.
"Damn Daniel, I can't believe what an ass your step-dad is being about you being gay. I guess we got lucky with our `rents. They're cool, as long as we stay within the rules," I said while sitting up.
"You know Jeremy; he really, truly hates me and hates me even more because I'm gay. I knew he never really liked me. When mom first introduced us, he was always cold to me. I can understand not having the same feelings he had for his own sons. It's only natural, but to out and hate your wife son, it's amazing to me. Last night I saw a rage in his eyes that I have never, ever seen before, and I was really afraid."
Reaching over, slipping his arm behind my neck, and pulling me into a half hug, he just nestled his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his warm breath going down my back, then a tear came from his eye and dripped down to my bare skin. He stayed there in the warm huge for several seconds. I reached my hand up, slowly fighting the pain searing in my rib cage, gently massaging the back of his head running and my finger through his soft hair.
Speaking softly and gently, I cooed, "What's wrong baby? It's alright."
I feel silent, still stroking his hair, looking over at my concerned boyfriend. He had an equal look of concern on his face, and shrugged his shoulders. We sat there for a while, and the only sound was that of Daniel softly whimpering into my neck. I could honestly feel his pain, yet also love, transferring into my body. This was a totally new experience for me.
Daniel pulled back, glancing over at Jermz, then back at me, finally ending his gaze at the floor.
"I'm sorry guys. Standing there with my step-dad last night, I honestly felt what you must have felt Jess. It wasn't the physical pain, but the mental pain and fear. The fear, he was going to bash me. I didn't have a clue and I was scared shitless. I am so, so sorry Jess, for what you went through, it had to be hell."
He leaned in and placed his lips on my swollen, bruised, now tear stained cheek. I looked him in the eyes and mouthed he words "Thank You". It was strange, I knew that I had deep feelings for Jeremy, even loved him, he was my boyfriend. But this curious conversation with Daniel was having an effect me. Not so much a sexual effect, more of an emotional one. I felt as if Daniel and I had this connection now, one of understanding and love for one another. One that Jeremy couldn't understand, we had both been rejected by the straight world. Anyone else who had not gone through what we had could fully understand, no matter how much they said it. It seemed to give me an inner peace.
Daniel continued, "I'm really alone now. My family is gone. Yeah, I have Erik but he isn't even out, so that doesn't help. I can't believe my mother wouldn't say something, anything. Jermz, your parents have been great and offered me a place to stay. I just don't know if I can impose."
Before Daniel could get out another word, Jeremy jumped off the bed. He hurried over to the couch, knelt down, and took Daniel's hand in his.
Looking straight into his eyes, "Daniel, hear this because I'm only going to say it once, you are not imposing. You're more than welcome here. I wouldn't think of having you stay anyplace else, even if you had a place to go. Without knowing it, you have quickly become one of the closet people in my, or I guess our, lives. I don't ever want to hear you doubt that you have a place to stay."
Daniel just sat and nodded in agreement, trying to hold back the flood of emotion.
"Now, we need to get you moved in. Dad told me that your stuff was in your car, so let's go down and get you moved into your new home." Jermz stated as he stood up, reached out a hand, and pulled Daniel to his feet.
As the two were heading to the door, I struggled to get to my feet. After a horrendous effort, I made it.
Both of them turned, almost falling over each other to get to me. Saying the exact same words in a raised and agitated voice, "Where do you think your going?"
"To help Daniel get his stuff in here," I innocently replied, with a look of confusion on my face.
They laughed, Jeremy saying, "Ahhhhhhh yeah you're cute and all, but you can hardly walk. Just what kind of help do you think you'll be?"
Looking down I didn't even answer, but a large frown came to my face, knowing what he said was true. Jermz picked me up, gently placing his lips on mine.
"I love you babe, but you need to rest," he cooed, walking over and placing me on the bed.
I watched as they exited the room and headed down the stairs with a thunder. It was not long until I heard footsteps returning. They came back in the room, Jeremy dumping a huge pile of clothes on the couch.
Daniel, stilling holding onto the heavy load he had lugged up the steps, asked, "Why did you dump the stuff in here? We're just going to have to move it again."
Jermz looked up at him and then looking over at me, I just nodded, "You're going to be staying in here with us. I, we, don't want you to be alone. We know your going through a lot of shit right now. You need to be close to friends who love you."
"Jeremy, that is really nice of you, but I can't be in your bed. It's not right, you two should be alone. You deserve that, you guys need that," he said, glancing between Jeremy and myself.
"No, what we all need is love and friendship right now, with all the shit that has happened to all of us. We want you in here and we won't take no for an answer," I said while looking at Daniel.
Daniel began to bawl. I saw Jeremy move to him and pull him into a hug, placing his lips on Daniel's cheek, giving him a gentle kiss. Daniel looked up and nodded. Jeremy started for the door pulling Daniel by the arm.
"Come on, we got to get this stuff up here, I got someplace to be before to long."
With that the pair was gone.
Over the next twenty minutes the two brought several loads up to the room, just making piles. I watched them from my comfy spot on the bed, smiling at them while they were working. All the while, thinking to myself I am glad that's not me.
When they had finished, Jeremy headed for the bathroom to change his shirt. I could hear him talking, but couldn't make out what was being said. He had to be on is cell phone. He came out and grabbed his keys bolting out the door saying that he would be back in a couple of hours.
"Bye, love you too," I said after he was gone.
Daniel was sorting his stuff out and putting it away. We were just chatting about school and everything else, nothing important. It still bothered me where Jermz had went in such a hurry, I would have to make a mental note to ask him later.
I hurried out to my truck and jumped in since I was running really late. I backed out and sped down the street, my mind racing. Shit! I had even forgotten to say goodbye to Jess. Oh well, he will understand. What was I getting myself into and why had I agreed to meet him. What could he want? I got more nervous as I got closer to the old strip motel on the outskirts of the city, along the interstate. Why this place.
It was a stormy night. When I arrived, it was like a heavy mist coming down; it made it hard to see in the poorly lit parking lot. The vacancy sign was blinking on and off. There was an eerie glow and a cheap, smutty feel about the place. Room 14, there it is near the end. I parked just off to the left of the door. I shut off my lights and engine, pulling the keys out. I sat there and took a long, deep breath. Should I do this or go back?
Fuck, I have come this far, I might as well find out what he wants and put this all behind me. I tentatively pulled the latch and the door popped open. I stepped out into the muggy, humid, thick air. I took a step away from the car, slamming the door. I walked up to the door with a black 14 on it, and I extended my arm with a closed fist to knock.
Before it made contact, the door swung open. I just stood there and looked at him. He was looking back and then put his head down. I could not move since there were so many emotions flowing through me. I didn't know what I wanted to, or even could, do.
In a low, almost silent voice he said. "You can come in out of the rain. I'm not going to hurt you."
He stepped back and left the door. I walked in, looking around the room. It was dingy and dirty at best. Old brown and gold 1965 shag carpet covered the floor. There were two old double beds covered with orange, tattered bed coverings. An old chair sat in the corner. The smell was, well the smell was rank seeing as it smelled like old jizz. I'm sure this place had been well used for that type of activity.
He went to the far bed and sat down on the edge facing me. Pointing to the other bed he asked me to have a seat.
"No thanks, I think I'll stand. Lets get this over, I have better things to do than talk to the likes of you. What did you want?" I sneered, not trying to hide my disgust with him.
"I just want, no I need, you to know the reason I did what I did."
"The reason? THE REASON? There can be no reason, there can be no excuse. What you did, what you did was disgusting. What reason could you have to do what you did?" I asked, trying not to yell too much.
There was a long silence. I just stood there for more than a minute, watching him.
"CHAD, what reason could you fucking have!" I shouted, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
"Jeremy please, this is so hard. I know you and everyone else think I am this gay basher, that I hate gays. I never wanted to hurt anyone that is gay. How could I hurt a gay person and hate gay people. You're my best friend and you're gay," he said, on the verge of balling.
"Then why?" I asked, not understanding.
"I don't hate gay people in general, I just hate him."
"Who is him, Jess, you hate Jess? Why would you hate Jess, you don't even know him. What did he ever do to you?"
"I never meant for it to go as far as it did. Once I had him there I couldn't stop hitting him. I hated him so much. I just kept hitting him until Mark and Randy stepped in."
"Why, what did he do to you?"
Looking down and fighting for words he finally said, "He took you from me, he was stealing you from me. I'm your best friend."
"What do you mean, he is my boyfriend. I have room in my life for a boyfriend and a best friend. That is not an excuse."
"Yes it is Jeremy, you don't understand. I should be in his spot. I have known you were gay longer than anyone. I should be the one in your bed. I should be the one kissing you. I should be the one making love for you. I love you Jeremy, I always have. That's why I did it. You have to believe me that I never meant it to go that far. I just wanted to scare him off, but I went way too far. You have to understand."
I just stood there in udder shock. Did he say he loved me? Yeah he is my best friend, but he is straight. Yeah I love him and care for him, but this now?
Before I came to my senses and came back to reality, Chad had stood up, now standing directly in front of me. We were nose to nose now. I could feel his breath in my face. I just stood there. His hands came up to my face, one on each side, he leaned in and his lips were on mine. I don't know if I was still in shock or knew what was going on, but I did nothing to stop him.
His lips felt warm and soft, and I felt his tongue asking to enter my mouth. Instantly, I spread my lips and allowed him the access he desired. He researched the inside of my mouth, from top to bottom and side to side. He withdrew himself from me but never broke the kiss. He darted back into me, touching my tongue. It was an invitation to join him on his side.
I don't know whether it was instinct or me doing it because I wanted to, but I followed and explored his cavity as completely as he explored mine. It felt good. It felt electric. I hand unfamiliar sensations racing through all parts of my body. I had never felt this before.
Still in my world of bewilderment, I felt his hand tugging on the bottom of my shirt, starting to lift it over my head, and it was gone in no time. Our lips locked together again, kissing each other. I was just standing there, giving no physical reaction other than those of my mouth. His hand moved up to my now naked chest. Placing both hands on my chest gently, he pushed me back and lowered me to the bed.
I still didn't know what was happening. I could feel his hand fiddling with the buttons on my pants, popping them open one at a time. Soon I felt him tugging at my beltline and, involuntarily, I rose up and he made easy work of removing my jeans and shorts in one fast move. I was now naked; naked in this smutty, smelly nest of god knows what. I was with my ex-best friend who had just beaten the living daylights out of my boyfriend. What the fuck is happening? This can not be real? I hate Chad. Or do I love him? This feels so dam good. This has to stop?
Chad was now straddling me with his crotch sitting on my waste, one leg on each side of my body. He was still kissing me, and I still had no idea what was happening. It was like an out of body experience, like I was standing there watching this happen to me.
In one swift, fast move, I seemed to snap out of my cloud, and grabbed Chad around the mid-section. I flipped him over and reversed our positions. I was now straddling him. I had my ass sitting on his cock and could feel it was rock hard and looking for its freedom from the jeans that kept it prisoner. I looked down to my waist and saw my cock standing at a forty five degree angle, staring me in the face.
"How could you do that to him, why didn't you just come to me? I should kill you for what you did, you son of a bitch," I said with anger and hate consuming my eyes.
Filled with the rage I had, I bent down, forcing my lips to his and demanding entrance to his mouth. I kissed him and kissed him hard. I broke the kiss and began working on the side of his neck, kissing and sucking on it. I could hear him moaning softly as his hands came up to my ass and cupped it. My lust for him grew and I began to grind my naked ass into his crotch. I knew I was driving his cock to its limit.
I pulled back, looking down at him, I put my left hand into the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing and jerked it, ripping it from his body, exposing his well defined chest and abs. I went down, first taking his left nipple into my mouth, gently sucking it, and bringing it to full erection. He began to arch his back. I could tell he loved this as much as I did. I moved over to the right nipple and began to suck it. At the same time, I reached down and jerked his pants open. He helped by pushing them off.
We were both naked as I continued my attack on his chest, starting to work my way down his belly to the prize. I could feel his erect member stabbing me in the ass, rubbing in my crack. I rose my head up after I arrived at his waistline. I grabbed him and threw him onto his belly. He made not attempt to fight me. I pulled up on his hips, giving me the perfect view and access to exactly what I needed, what I wanted.
Reaching under him and grabbing the head of his sensitive cock, which made him jump, I collected a good amount of his precum. I first spread a good amount in his ass, making sure to cover my target. I moved my hand to my hard cock, coating it up and down.
"I know you fucken' want this!" I yelled out as he moaned.
With one steady, strong thrust I took aim and plunged my cock into my target. It sunk in until my balls were resting on his ass. He screamed as loud as he could and his ass muscles constricted around my cock. After I gave him time to recover, I began to fuck him, hard. I was feeling a mix of rage and love, and, consequently, showed no mercy in my animalistic frenzy. I pulled in and out as hard and fast as I could. Chad just remained there and took it. He took every part of my vicious pounding. I could suddenly feel his ass muscles clench around my cock as he began to pump string after string on his thick, white juice onto the already stained bedspread. In turn, this caused me to feel the tension in my nuts build, and soon I was erupting into his ass.
When the last of my huge load was done dumping into him, I pulled out and stood. Getting dressed as fast as I could, I turned and looked at him laying there on the bed, looking at me. I walked to the door and exited. Behind me, Chad sat with an evil look on his face, which I didn't see.
I got into my truck and drove around town. I needed time to think and figure out what the hell had just happened. I love Jess, he is my boyfriend. He is so sweat and innocent. How can I hurt him? Chad... he has been my best friend, I love him too. What he did was wrong, but he had a reason. He loved me. What the fuck do I do? Who do I hurt?
I drove and drove until well after dark.
"Daniel, come over here for a minute, I want to chat with you," I requested of Daniel.
He looked over and threw the shirt he was holding back on the couch. I patted the bed indicating for him to join me. We were lying on the bed facing each other, both wearing only our basketball shorts.
"I really want to thank you Daniel for all the support and love you have given me. This has been rough on me and you have made things a lot easier," I said, and without even knowing what I was doing, I began to gently stroke his forearm with the tips of my fingers. "I just feel this awesome connection with you since last night. It as if someone else knows what I am feeling inside me. I feel like I am not alone anymore. I know, like, a week ago you had no idea who I was, or if I even was alive. You probably thought I was some geek or low life. Now I feel like you're my best friend. I just want to thank you."
"Oh Jess, I wouldn't say I never noticed you, and you're no geek, I promise, in fact I..." his voice trailed off. "I... I... think you're really strong and brave with what you have been through. I should be the one thanking you for being here for me. My life has turned into a nightmare. You at least still have your family and have even gained a new one. My family is gone and hates me, granted I didn't get bashed, but this hurt as much. I know that you are the one person that can know exactly what I felt last night when I was with my step dad and still feel now."
He then leaned into me and was going to give me a kiss on the cheek, but at the last second, I turned my head and our lips met. He hesitated for just a split second, but then proceeded to kiss me, and I kissed him back. Almost at the same moment, our hands came from where they were and went to the back of each others heads. I brushed my tongue against his lips, nothing happened. This kiss continued, I brushed his lips again. This time, they parted and I was granted access to him. This is only the second person I had ever kissed, still not knowing for sure what I was doing. My tongue touched the tip of his; it was like a spark, as if fireworks were erupting. Then, his tongue wrapped around mine and gave me an intimate tour of each of the hot spots in his mouth. I liked the taste; he must have been chewing cinnamon gum at some point. I liked the feel; it was soft and caring, not hard like Jermz. I didn't want to leave the warm confines I found myself in. Slowly I retracted my tongue back into its home. His followed mine as if it was holding hands. I welcomed him, giving him the same tour he had just given me.
The kiss lasted a long time. I was the most intimate and passionate kiss I have ever shared. No kiss I had with Jeremy even came close to this. It was definitely having an effect on my body as well. I could feel my cock filling with blood and becoming erect. I assume that Daniel was having a similar experience on his side as I could see the tent in his shorts out of the corner of my eye.
We suddenly broke the kiss and pushed each other back. Both short of breath and gasping for air, we stared at each other, not sure of what to say.
"What was that?" I blurted out.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," He shrugged.
"This didn't happen Daniel, we both have boyfriends, this never happened," I said, fearing what would happen if Jermz found out.
"Your right, it never happened. We, we, it never happened. You have Jeremy and I have Erik. You're right, that kiss never happened."
Both of us just sat there with red faces, trying to calm ourselves and let the blood drain out of our faces and cocks.
"I don't want this to make things weird between us. It's something that just happened and we need to move on," I told him, trying to sound calm.
"You're right, just like it was, two friends. Nothing happened," he said, sliding off the bed and returning to his work, as I soon drifted off, taking a much needed nap.
A little while later, I was woken up by a familiar voice and a nice smell, the smell of food. I must have slept for a long time. Jeremy's mom was standing over me waking me up.
"Honey, I got some supper here for you. I made home-made chicken soup and bread. Can you get up to eat?" She held out here hand and helped me up.
Once I was in the standing position, I stretched to ease some of the stiffness. I turned around, the mess was gone. The tray of food was sitting on the table. Daniel was sitting on the sofa. When I reached it, he helped me down.
"Ooooo, that hurts."
"Ok boys, you enjoy supper. Daniel, can you help Jess or do you want me to stay?" she asked.
"No, you go. We can manage." Daniel said as Jermz's mom left the room, closing the door.
"Where is Jermz?" I asked, looking at Daniel.
He shrugged his shoulders, "He hasn't been back since he left earlier."
I didn't say anything, but I was wondering where in the hell Jeremy was. Regardless, Daniel and I finished eating. When we were done, he carried the dishes downstairs and came back. It was now about 7:30.
"What do you want to do Jess?"
"Well I was going to take a shower, but since Jeremy is not here I guess I will have to wait. What about some television?"
"Listen Jess, when I said I would help take care of you, I meant it and I can help you shower, nothing is going to happen, I promise." He said looking down at me.
"I'm not sure I can promise that, but ok, we're both adults." I said reaching my hand out to him.
We showered and got dressed for bed. Nothing happened, although it could have. It was about eight thirty now, Daniel and I were lying in bed, watching some television and talking until the door suddenly opened and in walked Jeremy.
"You two look comfortable," he said as he walked to the closet and stripped naked, throwing his clothes on the floor and missing the hamper, as usual.
Without coming over, he went into the bathroom. We heard the shower start. After he was done in the bathroom, he joined us in bed. All three of us now watched the movie.
"So babe, where did you go?" I asked
He looked over at me with an `it's none of your business' look and went back to watching the movie. When it was over, Daniel shut the TV and lights off. He gave Jermz and me a short kiss and curled up. I turned to Jeremy, smiled, and gave him a kiss. For some reason, it didn't seem the same, but I couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was that dam kiss that Daniel and I had shared. That hit me hard. I curled up next to Jeremy and we drifted off.
The next morning I woke up early again, and I found myself in that familiar position of spooning Daniel with my hard cock pressed in his ass crack. I again woke up and knew right where I was, but it was early, way too early to get up. I gently picked up my arm that was draping over Daniel's waist to move it and pull myself away from him. My arm had just lifted from his skin when his hand came on top of mine, pushing it back down. He patted my hand and just held it there. I gave his a gentle nuzzle and went back to sleep.
I heard someone in the bathroom the next morning. It was Jeremy, getting ready for school. Daniel was staying home today to take care of me, it was his day. Jeremy noticed me awake.
"Hey my love, I didn't want to wake you." He said smiling at me as he came over and kissed me on the lips, giving me a hug at the same time.
"I'm going to be late if I don't hurry. I will see you about six tonight, I have to stop at the library and finish up a report. Love you," he said rushing out the door with his backpack on his shoulder.
A few minutes later, Daniel came back. He helped me with my morning routine. I was starting to feel somewhat better. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, which Daniel had already made to perfection, waiting for him to finish picking things up. He got to the closet and shook his head at Jermz clothes on the floor. He picked them up with one grab and threw them into the hamper. He missed the underwear, picking them up last. I noticed he looked funny at them, but threw them in. I went to the bathroom. At the same time, unknown by me, he picked the underwear up to his nose and sniffed. I washed up and returned.
"You ready to go down for breakfast?"
"Yup let's go."
The rest of the morning was uneventful. A little later in the afternoon, I heard Daniel's cell ring and he went to get it. I couldn't tell what was being said, but I could tell he was excited. He joined me on the sofa in the family room.
"What's got you all worked up?" I asked.
"That was Erik, he's back! I invited him over; you'll get to meet him in about thirty minutes." He replied, hardly able to sit.
"Awesome, I can't wait."
The door bell rang. Daniel bounded from the sofa and ran to the front door. Throwing it open, he took Erik in his arms. He pulled him inside, kissing him over and over. Dragging him by the waist, he came into the family room.
"Jess this is Erik, Erik this is Jess," Daniel replied, practically bouncing off the walls.
He extended his hand to shake mine, saying, "Nice to meet you."
"I have heard so much about you; it's good finally to meet you."
They went, sat on the loveseat, and talked quietly between themselves. It had been about ten minutes, and I had to go to the bathroom. I started to get up by myself, but when Daniel saw me, he hopped up in mid sentence to help me. He put his arm around my waist, guiding me to the bathroom. I glanced over at Erik, who had a not so friendly look on his face.
Erik is not at all how I pictured him. He was about five foot nine and about 160 pounds. He had dark, spiked hair with slightly olive skin. He had the strangest eyes, they were an odd color of blue, but they had a look of something I couldn't explain. He was a classical musician. It was just not someone who I picture Daniel dating.
We returned shortly, and Erik asked if he could have a soda. Daniel went to the kitchen to retrieve it.
"Keep your fucking claws out of my boyfriend, you little piece of shit. You try anything and your dead, you got it," Erik said once Daniel was out of earshot.
Daniel returned with the soda. Erik was sitting there, smiling while I was in shock.
"Daniel can I talk to you alone for a minute, then I have to get going," Erik asked.
He reached his hand out, leading him outside the door. I could hear what was being said.
"I don't like you living here and having to take care of someone who can't take of himself."
"I can't believe this, Jess is a great friend and I owe him so much. Where would I go? My parents kicked me out."
"Any place would better than here, and you better figure something out," Erik said in and angry tone.
"I can't believe your saying this to me."
"Figure something out," He said walking to the door to leave.
Daniel came back into the living room, looking as if he were about to cry. He clunked down on the sofa next to me. I lifted my arm and I just pulled him closer as his tears, indeed, began to flow.
"Shhhhh, it will be fine, you'll see," I cooed
"You heard I take it?" he asked, tears not only on his face, but in his voice.
"Yeah."
"He really is a great guy, he just get so mean sometimes."
"I know, it will be ok."
Over the next two weeks things went about the same as this. I kept on healing and getting stronger, with the help of everyone. Jeremy and I continued our relationship, but something just seemed off. I didn't know if it was on my side or his. The one thing that bothered me was he had times when he was gone for an hour or two. He would never answer me when I asked where he was. Daniel continued to live with us. Erik and he continued their strange relationship. I think Erik was an abuser and he took advantage of Daniel, but time will tell on that assessment.
Rachel had called and said we had to have a "family meeting" about the case that night when she got home.
To be continued...