W.A.R. 5-8 Brett's Reward

W.A.R. Part Five - Retaliation

(2nd edition)

Chapter Eight - Brett's Reward

by Jeff Wilson

I called Brett the morning after my conversation with my dad and told him about dad being cool with us being together. Brett wasn't surprised and reminded me that he had always thought my dad knew. He agreed with me though, that it wasn't quite time for our mothers to know.

"My mom won't care. But your mom would probably freak out," he said.

"No, my mom would definitely freak out. She still thinks I'm in love with Emily."

"Yeah."

"Of course, Emily has seen me naked before, and she has kissed me."

"But has she kissed you when you're naked?" Brett asked.

"Oh no! Could you imagine Emily sucking my dick?"

"Ew! No! Don't be gross," Brett gagged. "Who would want to put their lips on that thing?"

I laughed. "I'm sure I could find somebody who'd want to suck my dick."

"Not me!" Brett laughed. "I know where your dick has been."

I tried to contact Dustin in the hospital, but there was no answer on the phone in his room. I really wanted to talk to him, but to be honest, I didn't even know what to say. How do you talk to someone whose dad almost killed him? Things can't go on like normal after that.

Anyway, I walked over to Brett's house on Sunday afternoon after yet another stupid sermon about how evil being gay is, or something. I wasn't really paying all that much attention. Brett had been a nervous wreck all week and I wanted to spend some real quality time with him. I tried to open the back door, but for once it was locked. I knocked, and Brett answered the door, looking nervously around the yard behind me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," Brett replied anxiously. "Come inside."

Brett locked the door behind him and joined me in the kitchen.

"Your mom home?" I asked.

"Nope. She's out all day."

"I've heard that one before," I joked. "She has a habit of showing up at the most inconvenient moments."

Brett laughed nervously. "Yeah... Like when you've got your dick in my ass... But no, she's at a conference. She won't be back until Wednesday," he said as he peeked out the window.

"Is everything alright?" I asked. "You seem really nervous."

"I... I'm not nervous. I'm fine," Brett replied. He went back to the door and made sure it was locked again. "Let's go to my room."

I thought that sounded like a great idea. Brett checked to make sure the front door was locked and peeked out the window again before joining me on the steps.

"What is with you?" I asked. "You're acting weird."

"Let's just go upstairs," Brett suggested. "It'll be safer up there."

Once we were in his room, Brett closed the door and relaxed a little bit. "You wanna play a game or something?" he asked. He went to the window and looked around outside before making sure the curtains were drawn.

"Well, with your mom away I thought we might... You know..." I smiled suggestively.

"Oh, you want to fuck," Brett laughed anxiously.

"Don't you?" I asked.

"I guess," Brett replied.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You're acting really weird. Is something going on?"

"I'm fine," Brett insisted. "You want me to fuck you this time?"

"Well yeah, but I want to know what's wrong with you."

"Nothing's wrong with me," Brett claimed. "I'm totally fine. Let's just have sex. Forget about it. I'm fine. Come on, let's fuck."

I pulled off my shirt, but Brett stopped me from taking off my pants. He got on his knees and sighed as he looked at my belt. "Fucking left-handed boyfriend..." he laughed. "Unbuckle this goddamn thing." I did and he pulled down my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. He gnawed and sucked at my dick through my tighty-whiteys. Then he forcefully yanked them down to the floor. My dick sprang up and Brett took it all the way down his throat. He gagged a little on me. "I need more practice," he said.

Brett pushed me backwards onto his bed and quickly stripped off his clothes. He hopped on top of me and we kissed as our dicks jousted between our hips. I squeezed his butt as he nibbled on my neck. "That feels really good," I sighed.

"I'm going to lick every square inch of you," Brett said breathlessly. "And then I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk."

"Fuck yeah!" I moaned. "That sounds hot!"

Brett abandoned my neck and stared into my eyes. I was lost in his deep blue orbs. At that point I was so horny I would have done anything he wanted. He seductively lowered himself toward my face, and then he licked my nose.

"Ew! Thanks a lot!" I laughed, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

Brett laughed. "I said every inch, didn't I?" He got up on his knees between my legs and grabbed my feet. Then he sucked my big toe. "Mmmmm... I love your feet, Billy. You have the cutest toes. Fuck, I don't think there's any part of you that isn't awesome."

"Even my butt?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! Especially your butt," Brett replied. "It's one of my favorite parts of you. Flip over and let me see it."

I turned myself onto my belly and Brett lifted my hips slightly. "Are you going to kiss my ass?" I giggled.

"I said I was going to kiss every inch of you." Brett replied, and then he kissed my right butt cheek. "I fucking love your ass, Billy," he said. He licked up my crack and then kissed my left cheek. "And I fucking love fucking your fucking ass," he laughed. "Seriously though, you have such a hot ass... Spread your legs a little bit." I did, and he buried his face between my cheeks and tongued at my asshole.

"God yes!" I begged. "Kiss my ass!"

Brett came up for air and spanked me hard. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he said. "Flip over." I got on my back and Brett got on his knees between my legs. He playfully spanked my balls with his dick.

"Do it, dude. Fuck me just like this!"

"Yeah," Brett replied. "I'm gonna give you the ride of your life."

"Do it," I pleaded. "Stick your hard dick in me."

Brett giggled. "'Stick your hard dick in me?' Where in the hell did you learn to talk dirty?"

I laughed. "Just shut up and fuck me, dude. I'm so fucking horny right now. I need your dick inside me."

He laughed. "You are fuckin' horny today, ain't `cha!" He grabbed my knees with both hands and pushed them up toward my chest, then accidentally poked my balls with his dick. "Oops! Hey, keep your ass still. I missed!" He fumbled around with his dick and poked my tight hole.

"Hey, don't fuck me without lube, dude!" I protested.

"Oh shit! Right! Hey, ever notice they never talk about details like that in porn?" Brett asked as he grabbed the lube out of his drawer. "It's like everyone's going around with lube up their ass."

"Yeah," I replied. Brett's fingers poked and prodded into my butt. "Getting ready for sex isn't as glamorous as having sex, I guess."

"Yeah, I mean how sexy can you make getting a lubed-up finger in your butt?"

"We could be in one of those erotic stories. You could be the tragic hero who finds true love only to have it ripped away when I get unceremoniously killed by a freak bus accident."

"Or, you could get impaled by a freak dick accident like this," Brett joked as he slid his now properly lubed-up dick into my asshole.

"Yeah, fuck me with that big Irish cock!" I said in a mockingly sexy voice.

"You like having my hot manly hardness in your sweet rosebud?" he asked.

"Yeah, fill my eager love tunnel with your beefy meat missile," I replied, unable to contain my laughter. Brett collapsed on top of me and we both shared a good laugh. He hugged me tightly.

"You're too much, dude!" Brett laughed. "Where do you get this stuff?"

"I read a lot of online porn stories," I replied.

"You read online porn?" Brett asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I'm just trying to picture you sitting at a computer with your pants around your ankles jerking it reading some stupid story!"

"Oh it's more than jerk-off material. Sometimes they have stories with some plot."

"Yeah, I look at porn for the excellent plot lines..." Brett replied. "Okay then, so what's your favorite story?"

"Well I read this one called... OW!! That hurts!" I exclaimed.

"The story was called `Ow! That Hurts!'?" Brett asked.

"No, your dick is hurting me!" I cried. "You went in too deep."

Brett broke into the most hysterical laughter I'd ever heard. "Oh my god! That's just... Oh shit, I'm sorry! Oh, that's hilarious! `Ow! That Hurts!' Holy fuck..."

Brett rolled off me and pulled me onto my side. He repositioned himself to enter me from behind.

"Seriously though, there's some good stuff on there," I said as I felt him fumbling around trying to get back into me.

"I use the internet for its true purpose, Billy, to blow my load. If I wanted to read a story, I'd go to school."

"You wouldn't find this stuff at school. I was reading this one about this kid who has sex with like ten guys."

"Ten guys all at once?" Brett asked.

"No, he was like, riding his bike to meet all these different guys, and then he got hit by a truck and then the narrator suddenly became the kid's best friend who we hadn't even met before and he finished the story and talked about how sad it was that he'd died."

"Oh god! That's so fucking lame!"

"At least the sex scenes were good."

"I'm sure... Look, I can't fuck you like this," Brett said.

"Am I talking too much?" I asked.

"No, I mean I literally can't fuck you in this position. It's awkward. Here..." He got up on his knees and straddled my leg while I stayed on my side, then he entered me. "That's better."

"Yeah, I like this," I replied.

"So what was the story called?"

"I think it was `The Erotic Adventures of a Boy and his Bike.'"

Brett laughed again. "So did he fuck the bike or did the bike fuck him?"

I laughed. "I guess it is pretty silly. They always try to make the sex scenes artistic. Like, `fuck my sweet rosebud' or `fill my man-pussy with your man-juice.'"

"I hate that phrase. `Man-pussy...' That's stupid. If I wanted to fuck a pussy I wouldn't be gay." Brett said, kneading my ass with his hands. "I like this though. I'll bet most people wouldn't be able to make jokes and laugh when they're having sex."

"Hey, if you can't relax with a dick in your ass, it's really going to hurt," I smiled.

Brett laughed. "Yeah I guess it would! I'm really close, by the way. I'm glad you're being silly because I might not have made it into your ass before I came. I was really horny today. I was about to masturbate before you got here. This is definitely better than jerking off though."

"Well, I'm glad I could help," I replied. "You gonna breed me with your hot milky seed?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna fill your ass with my..." Brett suddenly stopped. "Oh shit! Shit! I'm coming! Fuck!" He slapped his hips against my ass and I felt my insides get warm. Brett collapsed on top of my back and hugged me. "That was hot! Your ass feels so good it makes me shoot too fast. I wanted to last longer. You have such a hot ass!" he sighed.

"It's alright. It's been a while. I don't mind."

Brett pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. He grabbed a rag from his drawer and cleaned off his softening dick. "I know you don't mind, but it really bothers me sometimes that I shoot so fast. I feel like a rabbit. I try to go slow and I still pop in a minute."

"Well maybe you could try again later, when you've had a chance to relax a little bit," I suggested.

"Well, if you want to get fucked again I guess we could try that. There's no guarantee even that will work though."

"Well, we'll at least have fun trying," I replied. "I like making love with you. Like you said, we can have fun and joke around even when we're being intimate. I think that's something special. I think we're going to need to keep that, because it's going to come out sooner or later that we're together."

"I'm not afraid of people knowing. You've been the one who's afraid. I don't care who knows, you know that."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, turning on my side. "By the way, I'm still horny as fuck."

Brett smiled. "Oh yeah, you haven't shot yet. I suppose you're going to want to fuck my ass, then?" He pulled his legs back toward his chest, exposing his ass beneath him. I dove in with my tongue and gave his hole a good thrashing. Brett writhed and moaned beneath me. When I came up for air, I saw that he was hard again and smiled. Rather than lube his hole, I lubed his dick again. Brett laughed. "Don't tell me you're going to..."

I put my finger on his lips to quiet him. Then I straddled his hips and aligned his dick with my already cum-filled hole again. Then I gently sat down, allowing his dick to penetrate my slick insides again. Brett grabbed my hips to trust upward but I pressed down on his belly to stop him. "No, let me take care of you," I smiled. I gently rocked my hips back and forth, feeling Brett's manhood deep within me. I gently ran my fingers from his smooth belly to his delicate nipples and gave them a playful squeeze. I leaned forward and backward slowly, ever so slowly, allowing Brett to experience the moment without worrying about anything. Brett reached for my dick and stroked it a few times. I grabbed the lube and squirted some on my dick. Brett increased the pace of jacking me off. I lifted and lowered my ass up and down on Brett's dick like a piston in an engine. It felt incredible. My balls tightened themselves up to my dick.

"Keep jacking me off, dude!" I panted.

"You ready?" Brett asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, I'm gonna shoot my fucking load all over you, dude."

"Okay! Just don't cum in my eyes," Brett said.

"Close `em." I joked.

"Don't be a dick with your dick!" he laughed. "Seriously though, don't come in my face. Shoot your load on my chest, babe."

I grinded against Brett's hips and took over jerking myself off. "Okay, I'm ready. Here it comes... Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!" I growled. The first shot launched so far it completely missed Brett and landed on his pillow. The rest of my thick ropes of heavy splooge splattered on Brett's smooth chest.

"Okay, I'm gonna shoot again too. Let me shoot on my belly with yours," Brett instructed. I withdrew his dick from my ass and hopped to the side. Brett jacked himself off and came for the second time, this time on his belly. He pushed my spooge down and his spooge up and then mixed the two together above his belly button. He swirled the two loads together into one creamy mess, then he began licking his fingers. I wasn't as into eating spooge as Brett was, but there was something extremely hot about both of our loads being mixed together, like the most intimate portion of each of us was merged into one. So I leaned down and took a big lick from his belly button up to his breast bone. It tasted like cum, of course. It tickled my tongue.

"I think it's hot that our little sperms are in there together getting to know each other," Brett smiled. "My second load always tastes a little less sweet than my first one usually does," he explained.

"Hey, you're the expert," I laughed. "You know I can't tell the difference. It all tastes like cum to me."

"You just need more practice. If my cum tasted like yours I'd never stop jerking it out of myself. You taste like..."

"Honey Nut Cheerios," I laughed. "Seriously, I can't eat that shit anymore without thinking of you."

Brett slurped his fingers. He cleaned about as much of our juice as he could from his belly, then he smeared the rest of it all over his smooth chest.

"I never knew you didn't like when I came on your face," I said.

"Well, most of the time it's not even an issue. It's only happened a time or two. I mean, it really messed with my head the first time you came inside me but now I like it. But getting cum in my eyes burns like hell. And the whole getting shot in the face thing just... It just makes me feel like... I don't know, it just feels really trashy. Like..."

"Kind of like being treated like a whore?" I asked.

"Sort of, yeah," he replied. "It's weird, I know."

"That's not weird. It's a respect thing."

"Yeah, I guess that's it. I never really thought about it until just now."

"Well I don't really care for it either. You're right. It burns when you get it in your eyes. I promise that I won't do that to you anymore, if I can help it anyway. Sometimes it surprises me when it launches the way it does."

"Yeah," he replied. "I remember the first time I saw you bust a nut and it flew over your head and onto my bed. For a while I thought that was the way it always happened." He snuggled closer to me with his head resting on my chest, listening to my heart. He licked my nipple and then blew on it gently. I giggled.

"Do you like your nipples?" he asked.

I laughed, "Sure, I guess."

"I think they're weird," he said.

"Oh, thanks a lot!" I replied.

"I don't mean yours!" Brett explained. "I mean nipples in general. Nipples on a guy, I mean. Like, what the hell are they doing there? I know why girls have them, but what about us? What's the point?"

"I think we'd look weird without them," I said, gently circling his left one with my finger. "They provide symmetry."

"What? Cemetery?" Brett asked, confused.

"No, symmetry. Balance," I said as I squeezed it gently. "I like your nipples. I mean I like everything of yours, but especially the stuff that no one else gets to touch."

"What would you think if I pierced one?" he asked.

"Hey, it's your body. You want to do that to yourself, go right ahead."

"What if we got them pierced together? Like, as a couple?"

"I don't know," I replied. "That sounds painful."

"I think it'd be neat. Other couples have rings and stuff. I want us to have something together. What about a tattoo?" he asked.

"I think I'd rather pierce my nipple."

"Would you want to?" Brett laughed. "I mean, I was just messing around but I'm kinda serious too. Sort of. I would like us to have something that's just between us."

"If you did it with me I would do it," I said.

"Well, it's a silly conversation anyway. I mean, I'd probably chicken out before they even got a chance to start. I'm a real wimp when it comes to pain. But since we've got these stupid nipples and they're just there doing nothing we might as well do something with them. Right? Anyway, I'm covered with spooge so I'm gonna take a shower. Why don't you make us some sandwiches or something for lunch and when I'm done we'll eat?"

"Okay, sounds good," I replied.

"And hey, if anyone comes to the door, just ignore it. Okay? I don't want anyone to know I'm here."

"Okay," I replied. I put my clothes back on and headed to the kitchen while Brett went to take his shower. I was bent over rifling through the refrigerator and when I stood back up, I saw Dustin standing at the window looking in at me. He scared the living crap out of me! He pointed to the door so I went to talk to him. He looked like hell. He was even more pale than usual and his skin was like chalk. His hair was all tangled and stringy, like it hadn't been washed in a week. The dark circles that usually were around his eyes were so dark now that it looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. His eyes were severely bloodshot and cold. It looked like he'd lost twenty pounds since the last time I'd seen him, and he was already impossibly thin before! I kept the door closed so we talked through the window.

"Your boyfriend here?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I mean no."

"Let me in, Billy," he ordered. "I just want to talk to him for a minute."

I unlocked the door but then Dustin forced it open with a hard shove that almost knocked me over. "Holy shit, Dustin!" I cried.

Dustin grabbed me by the shirt and pushed me hard against the wall. "This has nothing to do with you, Billy," he snarled. "Where's your fucking boyfriend?"

Brett walked into the kitchen, his hair still wet from the shower. "Hey Billy, I think we should..." Then he saw Dustin.

"Oh shit..." he groaned.

Dustin tossed me aside and stormed toward Brett. Brett turned to run, but Dustin was faster than him. He grabbed Brett by the shirt and spun him around.

"No please! Don't!!" Brett cried.

Dustin punched Brett in the face so hard that Brett fell backwards onto his butt. He tried to scurry away but Dustin stalked him. "I told you I was coming for you, asshole! Don't fucking run from me, you little bitch! Stand the fuck up!" Dustin grabbed Brett by the shirt, ripping it as he hoisted him back to his feet. Tears streaked Brett's face.

"Dustin, please!" Brett begged. "Please don't do this, dude! I did it to help you!"

"You call breaking up my fucking parents helping me?" Dustin exploded. "Quit fucking crying you stupid little faggot!" Dustin slapped Brett in the face viciously, leaving a bright red mark on Brett's cheek. "You've deserved this for a long, long time and now I'm going to give it to you! I had everything under control until you stuck your goddamn nose into my life!"

"Your dad fucked you with a broom and you think you had it under control?" Brett asked.

"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY FATHER YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH!!!!" Dustin screeched. He punched Brett violently in the face again and Brett stumbled like a rag doll backward, hitting the back of his head into the refrigerator and he slid down to the floor, landing hard on his ass. Dustin followed him. Brett screamed in pain as Dustin pulled him back up to his feet, this time by his hair. Then Dustin kicked him in the belly.

"Dustin please..." Brett groaned. Tears streaked his face. I tried to step in, but Dustin easily pushed me away. "Dustin please don't do this! I swear to God, I was only trying to help you!" That only enraged Dustin further. He punched Brett as hard as he could right in the mouth, busting his lip open. Brett's blood poured down his chin and smeared Dustin's fist.

"You fucking little faggot! You deserve this. This is for all the years you've made my life hell. I'm gonna teach you a lesson your bitch ass will never fucking forget!"

Brett held his hand to his mouth. Blood was all over him. He was sobbing. "Dustin please! I was only trying to help you!" he cried.

"I didn't ask for your help! You broke up my family, you stupid little faggot! You ruined my life so now I'm going to ruin yours!"

"I didn't ruin your life!" Brett insisted. "Your fucking parents did! All I did was tell the truth! If I hadn't, your mom would have killed Mike! Your dad probably would have fucking killed you! Is that what you fucking want? Do you want to fucking die? I saved your life!"

"I hate you!" Dustin screeched, his voice cracking sharply.

"I hate you too, asshole. But you still didn't deserve to get raped by your own father."

"I WAS NOT RAPED YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Dustin flew into a violent rage. He viciously kicked Brett in the balls. When Brett doubled over in pain, Dustin kneed him in the face, almost breaking his nose. Blood spurted from Brett's nose and he fell helplessly to the floor on his back and tried to protect himself with his arms over his face. Dustin stomped on his wrist and held it down with his foot, then he kicked Brett violently in the ribs several times. Then he straddled Brett's chest, pressing his knees into Brett's arms, and started raining down vicious punches into Brett's face, left and right, left and right, over and over.

"I'm gonna kill you, you stupid little faggot! I'm going to fucking kill you!" He grabbed Brett by the throat with both hands and started choking him and violently bashing Brett's head repeatedly against the floor. "DIE YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!" he screamed. "DIE! DIE!! DIE!!!" I tried to pull Dustin off of Brett, but he was too strong. He tossed me aside like I was nothing and kept on bashing Brett's head against the floor. Dustin was really going to kill him! In desperation, I grabbed a skillet off the stove and clocked him as hard as I could in the back of the head. It made a tremendous clang and it staggered Dustin enough that I was able to grab him in a chokehold from behind and pull him off of what was left of my boyfriend. Even then, Dustin still kicked Brett in the belly while he was down. He pushed me away and in a final act of hatred he spat in Brett's face. Then Dustin fell on his butt on the ground and leaned back against the stove. He clutched his legs with his arms and rested his head on his knees. He rocked back and forth and began to bawl.

"Oh god... Please god... Please..." Dustin wailed.

Brett lay there on the floor covered in his own blood, groaning in pain. His face was a bloody, beaten mess. I kneeled at his side. He'd pissed his pants in all the chaos. He began to stir. I tried to help him, but he pushed me away and got on his hands and knees, determined to make it to his feet on his own power. Blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, from the back of his head, and from above his left eye, which was already beginning to swell shut. He was a beaten and bloody mess, but he was not defeated. He made it to his feet but wobbled and almost fell down. I grabbed him before he could fall, but he shoved me away. He wiped the spot where Dustin had spit on him with the back of his hand and then wiped his hand on his ripped shirt. He stood defiantly over Dustin.

"Get back up, you son of a bitch," Brett growled. "We're not done."

Dustin buried his face between his knees. Brett's blood was all over him. Sitting there on the floor, I could see that he hadn't dyed his hair in a while and the dark red roots were beginning to crop up beneath the dark black dye of his hair. He was sobbing uncontrollably and he kept mumbling, "Oh God help me... Please God... Help me... Please..."

"Hey! Look at me, asshole!" Brett said sternly.

Dustin shook his head and then bashed the back of it against the stove violently three times. He ripped a big clump of his own hair out. He was bawling uncontrollably.

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMNIT!!!" Brett shouted furiously.

Dustin reluctantly lifted his eyes to meet Brett's furious glare. He had just beat the piss out of Brett, but now he was the one who looked defeated on the floor sobbing while Brett stood over him. But then, the fury faded from Brett's eyes.

"It's over now," Brett said softly. "He can't hurt you anymore."

"You don't know shit about my family," Dustin snarled. "He did what he had to do. You should have kept your mouth shut."

"'He did what he had to do?' Are you actually defending that sick fuck?"

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have been at that park. I made him do it. He was right to do it. I deserved it," Dustin babbled. "I got what a whore deserves!"

"No one deserves to be raped, Dustin!" Brett insisted. "I knew you were going to kick my ass when you found out I told your mom. I've been a scared little bitch hiding from you all week. But if I had to do it again, even if it meant getting the shit kicked out of me again, I'd still tell because what happened to you was fucking evil. You didn't deserve what happened to you. You've never deserved any of the shit you got. I'm sorry."

"I hate you," Dustin replied.

"I know you do," Brett answered. "I don't blame you for hating me. I deserve it. I've been such a dick to you. I thought I hated you, too. But I know now it wasn't really hate, it was jealousy. I was jealous of your friendship with Billy. And yeah, I guess I deserved to get the shit kicked out of me for the way I've treated you all this time, but you didn't deserve what happened to you. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry I've stood by and done nothing while that piece of shit that calls himself your father has treated you like trash. I'm sorry I made your life worse because of the way I treated you. You didn't deserve it, and I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry I told your mom what happened. I'm not sorry she dumped that evil piece of shit. I understand why you had to kick my ass and I forgive you. I have been an asshole to you, Dustin, and I'm sorry. I don't have any excuse for what I did to you. Kick my ass again if you have to, but at least I tried to help you."

Dustin climbed to his feet, and Brett stood there, his face streaked with blood and tears. He was wobbling, but still standing. Dustin's six-inch height advantage seemed huge. He towered over Brett physically. Brett closed his eyes. "Do what you have to do, dude," Brett said with a calm sense of peace. He winced, waiting for the next blow.

Dustin balled his fist and reared back, ready to knock Brett out. But as he stood there, fist cocked and ready, he seemed to shrink as he stood before Brett. He relaxed his fist and tears formed in his eyes. "You had no right..." His voice broke and he began to cry again. "You... Just stay away from me. Leave me alone. Please! Just leave me alone. You had no right to do it."

Brett opened his eyes and looked at Dustin. I saw a look in Brett's face that I'd never seen him have for Dustin before. It wasn't pity. It was understanding. As if he finally got what Dustin was about after so many years. "If someone hadn't said anything, how long do you think he'd have let you live before he eventually killed you?"

Dustin clenched his fist once again, but then relaxed it. He was sobbing uncontrollably. "I... It wasn't his fault. It was my fault... I'm a whore... I got what a whore deserves. I... I'm so sorry, Brett. Oh god I'm sorry! Oh god... I... I know what I have to do. I... I'll never bother you again. I'm sorry..." Then he slowly walked to the door and left.

Brett collapsed into a chair and groaned in agony. "Well that sucked," he moaned.

I grabbed a washcloth and tried to stop the bleeding. Brett cringed at my touch. "Ow! Fuck, Billy, don't fucking touch me right now! Jesus! I just got my fucking ass kicked, dude! Fuck, look at all my goddamn blood on the floor. Look at my goddamn shirt. I fucking liked this shirt! Fucking fuck fuck!" He sat there and closed his eyes, blood still pouring from his mouth and nose. He was pissed. I stood there awkwardly. "I am in so much pain right now."

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault," Brett said quickly.

"It feels like it."

"Well stop it. You're not the one who destroyed his life."

"You didn't destroy his life, Brett! You saved it!"

"Whatever. I had this coming for a long time anyway. I've been needling him for years, calling him a little bitch and ripping on his fucked up family. This was bound to happen eventually. I really did deserve it. But if you really want to blame yourself for something, I did ask you not to answer the door. So you can feel bad about that if you want."

"Oh shit! You're right!"

Brett started to laugh but then winced in pain. "Ow... Don't make me laugh, dude. Of course I'm right! So now you can go be all emo and stupid about how you caused me to get hurt, when it wasn't your fault at all."

"I don't get `emo!' I protested.

"Billy, I've known you for a very long time. I love you more than life itself. I've seen you naked. I know you from the inside out. Hell, I've even been inside you. And you, my friend, are the most emo person I've ever met."

"Fuck you," I said, smiling. Figure that, Brett gets the shit kicked out of him and he was trying to make me laugh.

"I do feel like shit though. In case you were wondering it really sucks to get beat up. I haven't been in this much pain since the Cadillac incident."

"Yeah, you should probably at least get a shower and change your clothes. I'll help you."

"Any excuse to see me naked again, huh? I swear..." Brett looked down at his pants. "Oh sweet Jesus! I fucking pissed my pants!"

"Yeah..."

"When did I piss myself? Oh god! I can't believe it! He literally beat the piss out of me."

"Yeah, I think it happened when he was strangling you."

Brett groaned. "God, I hope he didn't notice. My head feels like it's going to explode and I think he broke my ribs when he kicked me, but I think I'll be okay in a couple of days."

"Yeah, and your face isn't looking too pretty right now either. You're going to have yet another black eye, probably both of them."

"So you're saying my face isn't boy-pretty anymore?"

"Could be worse, he could have broken your nose when he kneed you in the face, but I think you'll be okay. I've got to say, you're handling this a lot better than I am right now. I want to kill him."

"Well I guess it's different watching someone you love get attacked than having it happen to yourself. If things were reversed and he'd beat you up he wouldn't have walked out of here. I guess I just know I've had this coming for a long time now. I've been treating him like a dick for so long, this was bound to happen sometime. The dog eventually bites you if you mess with it enough. I deserved it."

"Stop saying that. You didn't deserve this," I insisted. "Dustin's insane. You probably saved his life and he tried to kill you. He should be thanking you!"

"Well that was some thank you, wasn't it?" Brett tried to laugh, but it was too painful. "I always knew he would kick my ass someday. I think I'd rather get hit by a car again. I think he gave me another concussion bouncing my head off the floor. I don't feel right. Everything's fuzzy. He beat the shit out of me..." He looked down at his shorts. "Jesus, did I really fucking piss myself?"

"What an ungrateful fucking psychopath," I replied. "Shit, why didn't I listen to you a long time ago?" I had always been the one who stuck up for Dustin, but after seeing what he'd done to Brett, I really felt like going after him with another frying pan.

"It's okay... I'll heal. I said I forgive him and I do. He's got way more shit in his life to deal with than I do," Brett said. "I'll heal in a few days. Dustin may never heal. I really need to lie down. I'm really sore and I have a massive headache. Can you help me get to my room? Well, first I need to clean up. I can't believe I actually pissed my pants."

"It's okay. Of course I'll help you." I said.

"I don't suppose you'll want to stay here until my mom comes home, would you? She'll probably be pissed that I got the crap kicked out of me and I don't want her to do something stupid like call the cops on him."

"Brett, your mom's not coming home until Wednesday," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah..." Brett sighed. "Maybe I do have another concussion. The one time I'd like my mom to be here she's not coming home. Well, will you stay with me anyway, at least over night?" he asked. "I don't want to be alone."

"Sure, I'll stay." I said. So I did.

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