Relapse (Short Story)

Part 4

Life went on as normal for the rest of that weekend and on into Monday. I spotted Cole a couple times on campus between classes, but things hadn’t changed between us. At least it didn’t appear that way to me. Still with that usual attitude, Cole never talked to or even looked at me. I had a couple moments when I wondered if I’d even been with him that night at all. Had I imagined the whole thing? Aren was haunting my head so was he having some kind of new, twisted fun with me?

No, I figured it had to be real. Lyle had asked who I’d gotten a ride from so I knew I had to have been with him. Cole just wasn’t the type to linger over this and definitely not in front of others. So I hoped he’d just come find me when I was alone. If his mouth was as good as the rest of him, I just knew the sex would be mind-blowing.

I rolled over in bed and sighed. I hadn’t been able to sleep much last night and, as tired as I was now, I still couldn’t sleep. I stared up at the dark sky, missing the once bright moon. Clouds had blown in to create a foggy darkness so engulfing that the distant lights outside couldn’t be seen. It felt ominous.

Or maybe I was still unnerved about Aren’s recent lack of appearances around me. He wasn’t completely gone since I caught fleeting glimpses of him in random places, but everything had gone back to the way it was before, hearing his voice from a distance and getting intangible feelings that he was still hanging around. Was that strong bond between us only a temporary thing? Had my night with Cole weakened his connection somehow? I hated to think I was regaining my sanity.

Shit. If that was the case, it meant I’d have to make a tough decision: lose Aren to keep Cole, or keep Aren and be satisfied with whatever he could force my body to do. I loved how Cole made me feel that night. I’d forgotten just how good body-to-body contact felt, but I couldn’t stand losing Aren for a second time. Even if he was just in my mind, I missed him more than sex. Because loving Aren had been about so much more than just great sex; I’d loved everything about him.

“Aren,” I breathed. “Where did you go?”

I closed my eyes and listened to the wind rustling the leaves outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Light drops of rain made a gentle, metallic tinking sound on the gutter. A storm wasn’t long in coming. I fell asleep listening to those soothing sounds. Something about the turbulent weather outside worked to clear away the turbulence inside me.

“Brenden.”

I gasped when a gloved hand clamped down on my mouth. The force behind the hand was so strong that I couldn’t even move my head when I panicked. I was pinned to my pillow. I tried prying the hand away with both of mine.

“Did you have fun?”

A small break in the clouds allowed just enough moonlight in to pass over Brey’s scowl. Shadows from the tree branches outside made horizontal slashes of shadows across his cruel face.

My eyes went wide. My hands fell away to my sides in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was even scarier than Cole. “Brey?” I said against his hand.

He threw a leg over mine and straddled my thighs. He wore his leather jacket, bandana and gloves like he’d ridden his motorcycle over, but I hadn’t heard it. He grinned down at me. In this position, I noticed he wasn’t even wearing a shirt.

“How was Cole?” he asked. “Was the head good?”

I gaped at him. “How did you –?”

He kissed me to cut me off. I shoved both hands into his chest to push him away. As much as I wanted this to happen, I had too many questions to just let him do what he wanted first.

“Hey? What the hell –!”

He stood on the bed then flung the blankets away. I was helpless to stop him from ripping my boxer-briefs off. Well, it also didn’t help that I wasn’t putting up much of a fight. I just wanted some damned answers.

“Brey.” I tried again when he dropped to his knees, putting both his hands on my kneecaps to spread my legs. “Brey, are you gay?”

He dropped his head between my legs, and I thought he was about to put his mouth on me. So I was surprised when his shoulders shook with what I assumed was silent laughter. I could feel his breath on my hardening cock as he tried to keep his laughter quiet.

I frowned and tried to close my legs. “You better not just be fucking around with me for kicks or I’ll –”

“I can’t do it anymore,” he said, still laughing. I raised my fist when he lifted his head to look at me.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Brey!”

He lifted a brow. “Really?”

But I knew that was impossible when he lowered his face over my crotch and blew across the head of my penis. I shivered. My hand fell limply to the mattress.

“Bren.” I closed my eyes when he trailed his lips up the inside of my thigh, inching closer to where I wanted his mouth the most, but he stopped at my tattoo to trace the lines with his tongue. He didn’t seem in any hurry to go farther.

“Don’t tease me,” I said, giving him a confused look as he pressed his lips to it. Did he have a tat-fetish or something? I’d recently added the infinity symbol around Aren’s initials so that each letter was in one loop. Why would he kiss someone else’s initials? Or even ask whose initials they were? This was weird.

“Hm,” he murmured and pulled back to study the tattoo. “This infinity symbol is new.”

I opened my eyes and stared down my body at him. “How the hell would you know that?”

His mouth still pressed to my leg, he turned his head and gave me a wicked half-grin. It was way too familiar to just be a coincidence.

“No way!” I sat up and scrambled away from him until the middle of my spine was grinding against the low bar at the head of my bed. Was I dreaming?

“Yessss, way.” He leaned forward, head lowered, eyes rolled up at me and said: “Your mother's in here, too, Bren. Would you like to leave a message? I’ll be sure she gets it.”

I snorted and pushed him away. “Your lips, my ass, Aren!”

He laughed and stuck his tongue out.

“I don’t know why you like that movie,” I said, starting to smile a little myself. “It’s so lame!”

“Still a curmudgeon, huh?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled. “So whatcha think of my new trick?”

“What the hell did you do to him?” I poked his cheek.

“I’m takin’ a little vacation.” He rotated his shoulders then swung his head side-to-side to crack his neck. “You won’t believe how easy he was to get into. But his body weighs a damn ton.”

“So it’s been you this whole time?”

“Yee-up. I tried this with Brey back at the bar, but you got all jumpy for some reason. But Cole… we both had fun with that one, huh?””

My mouth just hung open.

He laughed again. “I sooo should’ve been an actor.”

“That was you?” I cried. “Nuh-uh!”

“Ye-huh!” He laughed and leaned forward to lick the side of my face. I shivered. “And I really wanted to fuck you that night but…Man! You won’t believe how little Cole’s dick really is.”

“Cole? You did not –!”

“Seriously.” He stuck his pinky in the air. “That guy’s got a circus peanut for a cock.”

I laughed but it was more out of frustration than amusement. “You went body-diving in him, too?”

“Body-diving?” He looked up at the ceiling and smiled. “Body diving. Hey, I think I like that. Sounds nice and dirty.”

“Aren!” I growled and hit him in the face with a pillow.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He laughed and flung his leather jacket back at me which I threw in the floor.

“I swear. You’re really ….” I sighed and ran a hand down my face. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“How’s about thanking me for the dick-draining sex? Or maybe ….” I gasped when he pushed me down, putting all his weight into those big hands so that that I was pinned.

“Aren –!”

“Be honest. Just tell me you miss it. We both know no one will ever be able to fuck you like I can.” I swallowed at the suddenly sobered look in his dark eyes. The look was so foreign on Brey’s face.

“You know I miss you.” I lifted my head to lick the cleft of his chin. “I miss everything about you.”

“Mmm.”

“Your voice –”

He released my hands so I could move my tongue and lips down his jaw.

“Your taste –”

I continued down his neck and jutting Adam’s-Apple.

“The way you smell –”

I used both hands to move under him, licking down his chest and stomach. He tensed when I blew across the head of his erection.

“I miss everything about you.”

“Shit,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you, too, Bren.”

I unfastened his jeans and was instantly rewarded by a cock so hard and long that I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in my mouth. I always imagined Brey was well hung but nothing prepared me for this.

“Damn,” I said. “Couldn’t you have found someone just a little smaller for this?”

He craned his head to see me beneath him. He was grinning. “Getting you back since you’re as long as a –”

He groaned when I shallowly sucked him, taking just his head between my lips and swirling my tongue over and in the wet slit. He twitched in my mouth and grew even harder.

“I can take it,” I said, then lifted my head to take in as much of him as I could stuff. He was extra long though so I used one hand to pump the base of his shaft as I sucked the other half– similar to what he’d done to me.

With one hand, I massaged his heavy testicles, palming them and gently squeezing with my fingertips. I swore his balls had as much meat and weight as his cock did.

“Damn, he’s got the whole package deal, doesn’t it?” I said, laying back down to give my now tired neck muscles a break.

He laughed. “Oh yeah, and I plan to put it to good use for ya, Bren.”

I used my elbows to crab-shimmy my way back up so that we were once again eye-to-eye. He lowered his head to lick my sticky lips clean for me. I opened my lips to him and moaned into his mouth when his tongue gently probed, dipping in and out slowly as he reached down with one hand and massaged my own hard cock.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his mouth. “I need it.”

He pulled back on his knees and I was expecting him to grab the lube from my drawer to prepare me. He didn’t. He was staring at me intently, his eyes roaming my face like an artist studying my face for a portrait. With one gentle hand, he brushed his fingertips gently down my face and over my lips. He traced the lines of my cheekbones and the curve of my jaw and chin.

“Bren,” he breathed. “It’s so good to see you from this side. And to feel you….”

I turned away to grab some Vaseline from my drawer so he wouldn’t notice the sudden wetness of my eyes. When I extended it to him, he kissed my hand then unwrapped each individual finger from around the jar. I loved his gentle reverence, but I wanted sex so bad that the pace was going to do me in.

I drew my legs in, knees bent to my chest for easy ass access. He thoroughly slabbed the jelly over three fingers and even took a smaller scoop in the crevice of those fingers. Then starting with two fingers he stuffed me full, thrusting in slow at first then gradually picking up pace the more open I got.

I writhed under him as he forced my body to open to his increasingly rough thrusts. I looked down between my legs as he scissored me open with two fingers of one hand then slathered two more from his other hand to thrust with them. I drew a gasping breath and groaned at the ceiling. It had been so long since I’d had such good ass play that if he didn’t replace his fingers with his dick I was going to come soon.

“Aren,” I panted, “I’m ready! I’m ready!”

“You sure? It’s been a while, y’know.”

“Yes! More than!” I spread my cheeks apart with both hands. My anus was so well-lubed that a glob of jelly oozed down my ass. I shivered just from that.

“You’re still too damned fuckable,” he said, grinning. “…for an old man.”

“Shut up.”

“Hmmph.” He held his cock near the top and, rather than palming some jelly onto his cock, he just stuck the tip in the jar and swirled it around.

I laughed weakly. “Jerk.”

“Hey, just for that ….” He teased my opening, circling his hard, wet tip around me and down my crevice. I groaned when he just dipped the head in, giving me a test dip before backing out again.

“Go deeper,” I said. “Please, put it in deeper.”

Finally, he was really to humor me. I drew a deep breath as he pushed in once more, this time thrusting just enough in to reach my prostate. My hips bucked when he shallowly thrust over and over, focusing on that one spot inside me. It took some time before I was fully able to take all of him, but he kept his thrusts slow and gentle until I was able to have him.

I shook my now sweaty head. “Why are you being so gentle tonight?”

We both groaned when he was inside me, up this his balls. “I’ve got more time tonight. I want to enjoy you while I can.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, and I couldn’t think to ask him again as he finally moved deeply inside me, sliding that long length in and out of me as I watched. I couldn’t believe how much of him was disappearing inside my body. Just watching was almost enough to make me want to come.

Aren suddenly leaned down and pulled me by my arms into his lap. I groaned as his cock shifted inside me, slipping another inch deeper so that I threw my head back in an ecstasy that could only be released mentally by a scream. My nails raked down his arms as I blindly groped for something to grab.

“Damn,” he hissed, and pushed his lower body up with his arms and legs so that he still controlled the thrusts in and out of me. I looked down at him and saw in his eyes that he wanted to ravage my body like old times, but he was somehow leashing that part of his psyche. He truly wanted to take his time.

“Ah!” I cried. “I’m gonna come!”

“Ah-ah.” He stopped and suddenly pulled out. I gasped as the start of my orgasm rapidly declined. The feeling was almost painful.

“Aren, don’t stop yet.”

“Turn over on all fours.”

I scrambled off his lap and stuck my ass in the air for him. My arms and shoulders shook under my own weight.

“I’m gonna fuck that hole red, Bren.”

“Oh god,” I whispered.

He grabbed me by the hips and all the tenderness he’d shown earlier was gone. He thrust in deep and punished my ass full-force. I squeezed a pillow tight with both hands as he thrust with all he had. No man had ever driven himself this deeply into my body before. Not even Aren had been long enough to. In fact, he was so deep it hurt, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. The harder and faster he banged me, the better it felt. He and I were so wet that the liquid sex was already dripping down my legs and neither of us had fully come.

“Shit, yeah,” he growled. “Nice ‘n tight, Bren.”

I sat up with him still inside me and leaned back to kiss him, half-breathing, half-moaning against his lips. His hands explored my body, roaming over my nipples then slipping between my legs to feel all the cream between my legs: mine, his and the Vaseline. He drew a sharp breath between his teeth and twitched inside me. I thought he’d already come with me, but he was rock hard.

“Aren, I can’t.”

My legs were just barely holding me up, and now that I’d come I wanted to collapse. It had been too long. My endurance wasn’t what it used to be. I tried to pull away from him but he roughly forced me against his body.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, lips moving against the side of my neck.

“It’s going to,” I said. “Please –”

He pushed me down so that I was on my hands and knees again. Then he was back inside me, shoving inch after inch of his cock inside me until I thought he was reaching my damn stomach. I held on to the metal bed railing as he penis-punished my ass, his testicles and hips both slapping into me from the force of his thrusts.

“Aren!”

He finally moaned and shot a hot load inside me. It was the first time I noticed how unusually quiet he’d been for most of the time…like he was so focused on me that he didn’t even want to miss each sound from my mouth. The moment I knew for sure that he’d gotten his pleasure, I let my arms and legs go weak and fell face down on the bed.

Aren laughed breathlessly and fell the same way beside me, his eyes closed.

“Now that,” he said, “was a lot of fun.”

Brey’s satisfied smile burned into my retinas as I fell asleep.