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Bending Butts Bending Rules
Chapter 7: Team Buff or Team Peters
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It was a snowy Sunday afternoon in late November, and the Peters wanted to have a meeting with me now that Thanksgiving break was almost over. The holiday had been as relaxing as usual, and the Puerto Rican food was especially great since I rarely had any of it while living way up north on the Port Pelle College campus.
I wasn't surprised my family had asked about my love life. If they only knew I preferred manholes, and definitely not the ones on out on the streets. I really could lose everything, maybe even be disowned. But thankfully, I was in no rush to start a relationship with a guy, so hooking up in secret wasn't a big deal to carry on with.
The whole time, Buff and I had exchanged many dirty messages. Dirty in the best way possible, of course. He had his ways to lure me into his sexual web like no other, intriguing me enough to come back for more. As hot and sweet Jeremy was, Buff was just...different. I couldn't explain it, but I was glad I could trust him after the Peters had ganged up on him because they'd wanted him out.
But among those dirty messages were a few heartfelt ones. Maybe Buff really wasn't as toxic as I'd thought and that the Peters were? I'd never connected with anyone on campus the way I'd connected with Buff. Maybe there was more to him than meets the eye.
In fact, he kind of made me feel like I was on top of the world. God, huh? I seriously could get spoiled by playing that role in his life. He wasn't even pushy about being monogamous, which clearly meant no strings attached with him. That was just an unbeatable offer when it came to his protection, wealth, luxury, and most importantly, his friendship. Given that I wasn't ready for another try in the love department, I really couldn't complain.
I entered the Peters' suite and closed the door, giving Fabio, Twunky, Himbo, Hush, and Jeremy a weak smile. All of them except for Jeremy sat on the couches, while Jeremy kneeled on the floor like a good little sub. I sat down on a single chair across from them, feeling awkward already.
Fabio gave me a serious look. "We've all agreed on one important change in your life as long as you remain a Peter."
Did I want to know? I was both curious and a bit nervous.
"We decided that today is the day you will lose your anal virginity," Fabio said without blinking.
Oh, shit...
Himbo grinned like a dork. "You're going to be a stuffed turkey with our cocks to coincide with Thanksgiving break!"
"You have one semester left to graduate after this one," Fabio said. "After that, you won't ever have to worry about being a bottom anymore."
I'd be twenty-two and finally out of here, but why wait until then? I swallowed, knowing all too well that I had to put a stop to this unfairness. "No. Sorry, but I thought about it even more, and I don't want to get fucked. You guys do it because you enjoy it, but I'm wired differently."
Hush scoffed, and for the first time, he seemed against me based on his facial expression and mood. "I'm straight, and you think I enjoy being a bottom?"
"I'm not straight," Fabio added. "But if I had to choose between the two, I'd probably top more. Generally speaking, of course, since I respect all club rules."
"Getting fucked is fun!" Himbo said. It wasn't a surprise since he seemed like a big jock bottom who loved it up his big bubble butt, which I could never relate to.
Twunky didn't say anything, but it seemed like he didn't want to have to take sides while still agreeing to the versatility rule.
Jeremy had no opinion whatsoever as he remained on his knees with a "look the other way" expression on his cute face. What could he say? He was just a sub in the Peters club, nothing more.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, realizing more than ever that I wanted no part in this toxic club. Buff was right. Then again, I'd already sensed how toxic it could be in here with unfair rules.
"You've changed," Fabio said, still with a serious face. "It's Buff, isn't it? He got to you."
I lowered my eyebrows, willing to lie if necessary. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you think we're stupid? Not only did you move in with him after your drama with Lincoln, but you hang out with him too. Chosen One even saw you guys together acting like friends."
Hush shrugged. "Sorry, Rock. I'm loyal to the Peters, and I'll never betray them."
What a hypocrite! Hush knew it hadn't even been his cum inside Jeremy's hole. At the same time, I didn't want to out him about it because it would get both him and Jeremy in trouble. As disloyal as I might be to the club, I wasn't an evil jerk. They'd continue saving their own asses, which proved that their loyalty was questionable.
I got up and shook my head. "Well, no one is fucking my ass. Ever. But since I have no choice if I want to stay in the club, then I want out. And honestly? I think you're the toxic ones, not Buff." Though, I made sure not to look at Twunky or Jeremy since I kind of still liked them. I could've still liked Hush, but fuck him.
Fuck everyone!
Fabio lifted his eyebrows, stunned. "Do you mean that?"
I paused, wondering if I was too harsh, but I knew in my heart I wasn't made to be a Peter. I wasn't made to be owned or controlled. It was why I liked Buff because he respected me so much. I preferred being the one in control, and he appreciated that.
I nodded. "Yeah. I want out."
Fabio shook his head with a disappointed look. "You realize you may not have the same protections if you become an ex-Peter, correct?"
"I understand. But Buff has my back now, which is more than I can say for you."
"Oh, please." Twunky let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Buff of all people? Seriously?" It had only been a matter of time when he'd eventually express not siding with me. I'd been naïve to hope otherwise. He would always be loyal to the Peters, and while Jeremy continued to be silent and not show that he was against me, he'd remain loyal as well.
"He's just using you to get back at us," Hush said, looking annoyed now. "And you're falling for it like a damn fool." He'd been so friendly, and he'd liked me.
Everything was changing fast because of me. I felt like it was either Team Buff or Team Peters, but not both.
Fabio nodded. "Buff is doing exactly that. We know him more than you do, Rock. We're not the toxic ones here, but since you've made it clear that you think so, even so much as siding with an ex-Peter over us, then I'd be more than happy to let you go." He glanced at the others. "Shall we vote?"
Hush shrugged. "I say let him go."
Himbo nodded. "He's not loyal to us. He's a traitor. Let him go."
Twunky almost looked torn in a way, pausing for a moment to give me a look of disappointment. "You know, Rock, it sucked when Pete left. Really, really sucked. I was actually hoping you'd be different. But I was wrong. So, if you really want out, if your heart isn't with us anymore, then I vote you out too."
Why did that hurt a bit? And Jeremy obviously had no voting rights, but I bet if he had, he'd still side with the Peters for his own sake, not that I could blame him.
"Then, it's settled," Fabio said. "Rock Peters, I hereby pronounce you an ex-Peter from this day forward. You are no longer Rock to us, and you are to leave our suite immediately. Goodbye, Aaron Hernandez."
Ouch. Reduced to my real name. Stripped of the casualness in place of formality, like I was back to being a stranger to them.
"Bye, Aaron," Hush muttered.
"Bye, Aaron Hernandez, AKA formerly Rock Peters!" Himbo said like a childish jerk.
Twunky frowned, and I knew I disappointed him. He'd said so, but looking at his expression really showed. "Bye, Aaron." Then, he looked away and gave me the cold shoulder.
My heart sank because I hadn't thought this through. Everything was going downhill so fast because of my decision. Yeah, I wanted out of here, but I'd gotten to like these guys as people. I realized it now because it made me sad to know we couldn't be friends anymore. I was either for them or against them, no happy medium. Given that I couldn't be friends with Lincoln for entirely different reasons, Buff was now all I had left.
I didn't say a word. I just left immediately like they expected me to. Had I just made a mistake? But the Peters club was toxic, especially with those stupid rules. So, if the Peters themselves supported all of that with the utmost loyalty, then they were just as toxic.
I marched down from the fourth to the second floor, and I bumped into Lincoln as he'd just stepped out of his dorm room with his coat on, most likely going out. I stopped beside him and attempted a smile that came out weak because of the awkwardness between us. "Hi," I said under my breath.
"Hi." Lincoln tried to smile as well. "I'm in DBT, in case you wondered. I guess it's going okay, I don't know. It takes a whole year to complete, several hours a week. So, it's too early to have any strong hopes right now."
Despite what he'd done to me, I was actually relieved to hear that. He needed to help himself, and he needed to do it for himself too, not for anyone else. "You know, my sister struggled with bipolar disorder and manages it now. She's obviously not cured or anything, but she's living a pretty decent life. I don't know what it's like to have a mental health condition, but I do know you can still live a better life with the right help and support."
Lincoln's eyes watered, and he nodded without saying a word.
Gah, why was my heart sinking with sympathy now? This was Lincoln, a hot but troubled jock who'd destroyed my trust. At the same time, I remembered witnessing what my sister had gone through. She had a support system that didn't include our parents because they didn't take mental health seriously. I didn't want to be like them, so I supported her as well. She'd never accept my sexuality if she knew, but she didn't have to know the truth, just like the rest of the family didn't have to know.
Stuck in the closet for life.
"Do you...want to talk?" I asked reluctantly. What exactly would I say when I was in no place to give him any advice? I'd listen, though. While I'd never trust him again or even consider ever being an actual friend to him, I couldn't reject someone in need of a deep talk.
"You're with Buff now, right?" Lincoln asked.
I lowered my eyebrows. "I'm not with him, no. I mean, we're friends, yeah. But we're not dating or anything."
"But you're still with him...in a way."
"I mean, if that's how you want to put it, then fine. Whatever."
Lincoln shook his head. "Honestly, I'd rather just stay away. I don't want any issues."
I didn't want any drama myself, but that didn't mean I couldn't talk to Lincoln about his mental health if he needed someone to listen. "It's just a talk, that's all. What's wrong with that?"
"Yeah, no. Just...watch your back, okay?"
I scoffed. "What's with everyone bashing Buff like he's a villain or something? I mean, I get it. He can be a real dick at times, but he's a great friend to me. I have no logical reason to end my friendship with him."
Lincoln sighed, shaking his head. "You're already in too deep. But I'm not surprised. It's like Pete all over again."
I scoffed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Another headshake. "Nothing. Just take care of yourself, okay? Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've lived through worse than you not talking to me anymore. And...well...I kind of want DBT to work, so it's probably not a good idea for us to talk. For my own sanity."
I gave Lincoln a nod and realized he was right. Given his fast feelings for me and how obsessive he could be, I didn't want to be the cause of a possible setback in his progress. Scheming or not, he deserved a chance to get better. I just couldn't be a part of it, and I needed to respect that.
I nodded and raised my hand still for a "wave" goodbye. Then, I walked down the hallway to my and Buff's dorm room and opened the door. As I closed it, a stronger smile grew on my face at the sight of Buff sitting on his bed while fiddling with his phone.
He gave me a crooked smirk that never got old in my eyes, oddly charming in a way I couldn't explain. "How did the meeting go?"
"It kind of didn't. They were planning to fuck me today, so I just noped right out of that and left the club." I sighed, trying not to frown. "I didn't make a mistake, did I?" I wasn't sure why, but I suddenly felt like a risky fool who'd just burned a few bridges. I wasn't usually so impulsive, but Buff had given me the kind of hope I'd needed to hear. Now, I kind of had no choice but to rely on him. I was dead to the Peters, and Lincoln needed his own space. Who else was there?
Buff gave me that warm and sweet smile reserved just for me. "Come here, Aaron."
I walked toward him and stood right in front of him, getting hard just by being this close to him. His presence alone made me horny, and it started to show in my jeans.
Another crooked smirk. "Does God need a relief?"
I smirked as well. "God could definitely use one."
"Well, let's put that on pause for now because I want to show you something." Buff got up and put on his winter coat and snow boots. "I'm driving."
Oh. We were going out. I put mine on too and followed him out of the room and down the hallway. Once we went downstairs and walked through the lobby where other students played games and watched TV, I started to look at this whole place differently than before. Port Pelle was suddenly not the college town I'd expected it to be, full of dark secrets and toxic drama.
I shivered my way through the parking lot. "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. All I'll say is that it's going to be a long drive."
I felt safe around him, like I could finally trust someone here. "Hey, Buff?"
"Yeah?" That warm and sweet smile again.
"Thanks for everything, especially your friendship. I'm, you know, kind of alone now."
"Except you're not. You have me. And don't ever worry about me abandoning you. Once I'm close to someone, to where they become an important part of my life, it becomes impossible for that to happen. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me for life."
A true friend for life. I'd never had that before, but I liked the idea. I liked it a lot.
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To be continued...
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