Unforgiven

Andre opened his eyes and rolled over in bed.

\"Holy shit!\"

He moaned slighand and stared up at the ceiling in mild distress. I am never ever moving again! Maybe I should have gone to a doctor. I feel like I just got hit by a train, a friggin\' freight train too.

There was a light knock on his door.

\"I heard that Andre, sweetie.\" His mother chirruped happily as she walked past.

Andre sighed slightly and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Probably doesn\'t even remember me coming home last night, I don\'t see how she never gets a hangover. Must come from long nights of practice.

He angrily pushed back the sheets of his bed and slowly sat up, a hand on his ribs. Trying to shake away the memory of his mom lying passed out in the living room surrounded by empty glasses he stood up. You\'d think from the way she acts she doesn\'t care about me, but I know better. It\'s all my father\'s fault maybe if he came home once in a while things would go back to normal.

\"I doubt it.\" He said to the air, pulling off his clothes and stepping into the bathroom adjoined to his room.

The hot water pounded on his skin, helping to ease his sore muscles and bruises. The steam floated around him, enveloping him. He began to soap himself down, slowly running his hands over his shoulders and then his chest.

He imagined Desmond standing in front of him with a bar of soap and that delicious wicked smile of his. The water would glisten and run off his tall naked body. His hair would be damp and clinghis his face. Andre could practically feel his strong fingers massaging his body moving in teasing circles. Desmond\'s body would transfix him and they would move closer together. He would look up into those green depths feeling Desmond\'s hands beginning to move lower and lower to the place where he wanted to be touched the most. But he would stop him swiftly and kneel down to please him in anyway. Desmond would close his eyes in pleasure as his large . . .

Andre stopped, his breath coming quick and glanced down at himself, a hand moving to cup his swollen erection. Not being able to stand it anymore, he pleasured himself until he came with a small cry of, \"Desmond\", escaping from his lips.

--

\"Andre!\" A voice called out and a blur of hair attacked him, arms wrapping around his waist. He looked down at Emi, a little embarrassed.

His petite friend let go of him and stepped back a frown on her cute heart shaped face. \"Who the hell fucked up your pretty face?\"

She put her hand on her hips demandingly, her breasts heaving under her low cut blouse and Andre noticed several guys\' eyes bulging out of their heads. He had to admit that for such a tiny person she had an enormous rack.

She cocked her head lightly to the side her pale blue eyes boring into him.

Andre knew that this wasn\'t going to be pretty, Emi was way too over protective of him. He looked down at the ground.

\"I got in a fight.\" He mumbled half hoping his friend wouldn\'t hear.

\"What was that?\" Her eyes blazed and long blo blonde hair with electric blue highlights swished angrily at him. \"I thought you said you got into a fight. I must have heard wrong. Right?\"

Andre gulped slightly and took a step back, his dark blue eyes widening. He shook his head fearfully, amazed at the anger emanating from such a tiny person.

\"You got in a fight and you missed all your classes yesterday?\" Her eyes narrowed for a second. \"Well, don\'t do it again.\"

\"Unless.\" She looked at him, a gleam in her pale eyes. \"Unless all this has something to with lover boy.\"

She smiled wickedly at the rapidly growing blush on Andre\'s cheeks. She looped her arm through his and dragged him towards the college that they both went to.

\"You can tell me all about it in Art Appreciation.\" She said ominously, with a cheerful twinkle.

--

A twanging buzz filled the air as Desmond woke up, yawning.

\"What the hell?\"

He looked at his watch; it was 10 o\'clock in the morning.

Desmond got up out of bed, the mattress of the rickety bed squeaking, and pulled on the jeans that were lying on the floor.

He shuffled to the door trying to wake up properly and opened it. His eyes widened.

\"Chris! What are you doing here? I haven\'t seen you in months.\" Desmond hugged the brawny brown-haired man standing on his doorstep.

Chris smiled crookedly and followed Desmond inside.

They sat down in shaky wooden chairs that were placed in the kitchen.

\"Been getting into trouble lately, little bro?\" Chris asked, looking at Desmond\'s swollen and cut lower lip.

Desmond grinned mischievously, \"Not more than usual.\"

They laughed and Desmond gazed seriously at his brother. \"So what brings you out here?\"

Chris didn\'t quite look him in the eyes, \"I\'ve just got some business to take care of and I thought I could crash at your place.\"

Desmond looked down at his hands for a moment.

\"Yeah, you can stay here. Just.\"

\"What?\"

\"Look, I just don\'t want any part in whatever you\'re doing. You know I quit that stuff. I don\'t need to ruin my life right now.\"

Desmond looked hesitantly over at his older brother. He loved his brother, but over the years they had just gotten into way too much trouble. And now that he didn\'t do all that stuff anymore, well the situation could get sticky.

Chris stood up and patted his brother on the shoulder.

\"I understand. I promise, you won\'t get involved at all.\"