Which Way the Wind Blows

Chapter 24

The light filtering through his window brought Warren awake with a start. He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling wondering if he’d dreamt the previous night. A soft sigh from the bundle of covers next to him indicated he hadn’t and he’d turned his head ever so slightly to Chris’ still-sleeping form. The blonde had passed out just after Warren brought him over the edge of a powerful orgasm he’d never seen Chris experience before. There had to be a first time for everything, the dark haired man mused as his thoughts turned back to a few hours ago.

He really hadn’t meant to actually fuck his plastered ex, but Chris seemed determined to prove that he really meant it when he’d told him he loved him. Warren had only meant to make out with him for a bit. Though once he’d started kissing him he easily fell into the moment and began to explore the body of the man he’d left all those months ago. Part of him said it was only right he show Chris all he’d learned in his subsequent liaisons with the hot men of New York. Another part screamed that it wasn’t right to take so many liberties with someone who’d just been passed out at a bar from drinking too many tequila shots. But it screamed in vane and was soon drowned out by the raging flow of blood that became deafening to him. Warren knew only that the growing lust he’d been feeling wouldn’t be denied. And Chris was pliant and moaning beneath his touch.

“Please …. War-ren,” the blonde sighed. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, giving in to the cruel streak that demanded Chris pay for the last six years. “Tell me …”

“Touch … me.”

“Why?” He ran a hand casually down Chris bare chest while the blonde pulled at the snap on his pants. Chris seemed to want Warren to join him in his nakedness. Nothing much changed on that front, he thought sardonically. He let the blonde remove his clothes as he touched him. “Tell me why I should?”

Chris looked up at him, his light blue eyes holding some doubt now. Warren held that gaze with his dark, demanding one. “I … I,” Chris stammered.

“What?” Warren asked softly, never wavering and not letting Chris look away again. He brought a hand up to the blonde’s chin and held it firmly. “If we do this, you should know I’m not the mouse I used to be.”

“I … I kn-know.”

Chris licked his lips nervously but his heavy-lidded eyes indicated the tequila’s effect hadn’t worn off. Warren knew he should stop, or even just feel guilty, but somehow that switch wasn’t working in his brain that night. Chris opened his mouth to say something but Warren cut him off, latching his hot lips over the blonde’s in a deep and searing kiss that took them both over. Chris’ arms went around Warren’s neck and the dark haired man went on autopilot, getting rid of his clothes and quickly preparing Chris for entry with the lube on his night table. When the blonde began moaning and writhing in his arms, Warren pulled out a condom from the drawer with one hand and ripped it open with his teeth. When he had it on and lined himself up with Chris’ opening he looked up and caught the tremulous blue gaze. Chris nodded and Warren slowly sunk down into him with a grunt of victory. He held the gaze as he began a slow and steady rhythm.

“You said you loved me,” he said and Chris nodded. “Really?”

“Y-yes!”

“Say it again.” He had to fight to keep his voice even as the exertion began to set in.

“I … love you!”

“Say my name, Chrissy,” he drawled sexily, keeping their gazes locked. “I want to hear it all!”

“I love you, Warren!” Chris cried desperately as his climax quickly approached and his walls closed in around Warren. “I swear to God, I love you!”

Warren didn’t say anything else. He sped up the rhythm and forced Chris over the edge and into oblivion. It didn’t seem to take much. Chris passed out before Warren even finished cumming himself, and as he pulled out to get the condom off before he was completely flaccid again Warren knew he’d just committed a huge mistake.

Now, hours later, as he looked out the window at the rising sun, he revisited the hollow and guilty feeling he’d experienced the previous night. There was no victorious gloating sensation this morning, as he’d expected. All he felt was numb and cold inside. He’d taken advantage of someone in no condition to consent to the acts they’d shared. And he had the horrible feeling Chris was being completely candid when he claimed to love him. He got up carefully from the bed and went to his closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a tee. Donning them quickly he dashed out of his room, almost mowing Mindy over in the process.

“Hey, watch it!” she squealed.

“Shh!” He closed his door quietly and pulled her a few feet from it. “Don’t wake him up!”

“Wake who up?” she frowned. “Don’t tell me you brought another pickup home with you!”

“It’s not what you think!” She gave him a skeptical glare and he ran a large hand through his dark hair. “It’s Chris,” he finally sighed.

“What?!”

“Shh!” he said again. “I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

Mindy’s look turned incredulous as she gaped at him. “How DID it happen?”

Warren cringed and shut his eyes, the remembered scent of tequila drifting through his head. “He was … at the bachelor party …”

“And you let him get to you?”

“I didn’t! He wasn’t trying to get to me! He went to the bar to get away from me.” Even as his words tumbled out, he felt the true weight of them hit his stomach and the bile threatened to expunge itself. “He was drunk … and I thought …”

Mindy’s eyes flew open wide. “Please tell me you didn’t bring him here to screw him in that condition!”

“I didn’t mean to!” he rushed to tell her. “I only wanted him to wonder if I did when he woke up this morning!”

Mindy shook her head and looked away. “But you did, though,” she whispered. “You had sex with him.”

“How …”

“You can smell sex, Warren,” she hissed. “And you wreak of it!”

“I couldn’t help myself when he started coming onto me!”

“Look, I’m not saying he didn’t deserve to be fucked over … literally,” she said. “But not when he’s inebriated and can’t make that decision for himself.” She glared hotly at him. “I would have expected that from him, not you!”

Warren’s cheeks flushed and he nodded, looking down. He didn’t know what to do. He just knew he couldn’t face Chris right now. Not after what he’d said last night.

“You have to get him home!”

“He should be sober when he wakes up,” Warren reasoned.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I can’t deal with him right now!” He made his way to the door.

“Warren!” she cried as she followed him. “Where are you going?”

“Out!”

“But …”

“Look, he did this to me more times than I can count in Seattle!”

“Screwed you when you were drunk?”

“No!” he said as he opened the door. “But he would almost always leave before I woke up. He’ll understand.”

“You’re being an asshole!”

“I know.”

He shut the door quickly before she could say any more.

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Chris had awakened when he heard voices outside the door. He opened his eyes and immediately knew he wasn’t in his apartment. Warren’s things surrounded the bed and his scent clung to the sheets. The smell comforted him at first, but slowly flashes of their night in the tangled sheets came back to him, and he realized that he’d confessed his love to Warren but the other man had only shown an expression of cold satisfaction as he continued to pump in and out of him. Chris had been drunk, but he still remembered that look. Warren no longer returned those feelings, but he still demanded to get them from Chris. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on his hungover brain.

He got out of bed and padded to the door, catching the tail end of the conversation Warren was having with his sister.

“He would almost always leave before I woke up,” Warren said. “He’ll understand.”

“You’re being an asshole!” Why the girl was defending him, Chris couldn’t fathom.

“I know,” Warren replied before the apartment door shut.

Chris fought back the tears that threatened to burst like a dam inside of him. He knew once he started he wouldn’t stop for a long time. Best he saved them for his own bedroom. Apparently Warren wouldn’t welcome them there. He gathered his discarded clothes and sadly put them back on, feeling his underwear itch him. He sniffled back another tear as he buttoned his shirt and then patted down his mussed hair. He found his watch on the nightstand and put it on then looked at the shiny gold pinky ring he wore for a minute. Warren had given it to him on their third anniversary, and he’d always worn it since. It was a simple gold ring with a delicate design engraved on the top, but at the time it told him so much about Warren. He’d loved Chris then, but it was clear that time was long over. He sniffled again and tugged the ring off, leaving it on the table as he left the room.

Mindy sat awkwardly on the couch and looked up when she heard him approach. “Um. Do you want me to call you a cab?” she asked softly.

He shook his head and looked at the ground in shame. “You don’t have to be kind to me,” he said softly. “He was right.”

“I don’t think …”

“It’s okay, Mindy,” he gave her a sad smile as he went to the door Warren had walked through barely fifteen minutes before. “I won’t bother you again.”

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Mindy tried to hold onto her animosity as he walked out the door, but he just looked so … broken. She felt very sorry for him at the moment. And she wondered what the hell was happening to make her brother such a prick. When he got home later, she was going to talk to him about it, she vowed.