Crush

The shrill sound of an alarm clock pulled Drew from the depths of a delicious dream long before he was ready. Reaching out to his nightstand he slapped at the shrieking device until it went quiet, before rolling onto his back with a groan.



Drew pushed the heel of his hand between his legs, trying to ease the ache of morning wood. The dream he’d been having was already starting to fray around the edges but he could still remember the gist of it. He’d been reliving the night before with Chayton. Only this time he’d gone further with the older man then sharing a few kisses and a hand job. In Drew’s dream Chay had cast aside his inhibitions and had been a more active participant in their lovemaking.



Before his alarm went off, Drew’s big hands had been cradling Chay’s head between his legs as the handsome Cherokee lovingly sucked his cock. With a pained sigh, Drew reluctantly sat up and eyed the digital readout on his clock. It was ten in the morning on a Sunday.



Usually Drew slept in on Sundays until around noon, but last week he’d promised his friends that he’d hit the gym with them and since the local gym closed at two o’clock today they’d had no choice but to go sooner than later. So even though Drew wanted nothing more than to check on Chay, he knew he had other obligations he couldn’t neglect.



His friends had been bitching and moaning lately about how he didn’t spend enough time with them anymore. His best friend Gabriel was particularly sour about Drew’s evasive behavior. Gabriel suspected Drew of seeing someone secretly—someone his best friend was dying to find out about.



Drew felt the pressure to keep his relationship with Chay a secret mounting. Not only were Chay and Jeremy about the only citizens in Brighton who knew Drew was gay, they were also probably the only two that would be so accepting.



Even having been friends since elementary, Drew still felt wary about telling Gabriel that he liked guys. Gabriel was known as a skirt chaser among their peers. He was the consummate All-American jock that everyone believed Drew to be. Gabriel was just as fooled as the rest of Brighton. He thought Drew took advantage of the steady stream of female admirers that flocked around him.



Frustration helped Drew’s cock to lose some of its hardness and he was able to go through his morning routine without the distraction of an aching erection. With gym clothes laid out on his bed, freshly shaved, and his teeth brushed, Drew climbed into the shower and bowed his head under the hot spray of water.



Grabbing up a bottle of shampoo he lathered his hair, his thoughts turning toward Chayton Whitehorse, as they were want to do nearly every hour of every day.



Drew had always had a fascination with Western movies. His mother had bought him a cowboy outfit when he was in the third grade to wear for Halloween, but Drew had worn parts of the costume for a year until he had a growth spurt. He could remember sitting in front of the TV watching Westerns on Saturday mornings, playing with his toy six-shooter. He could remember the first time he thought a man was pretty. While watching Justice Rides Again a young brave was given little more than a two minute cameo onscreen. It had been long enough to ingrain him the handsome half Mexican, half Cree Indian man in Drew’s thoughts for quite a few months. He’d worn his copy of JRA raggedy.



As he grew older, Drew realized men with dark hair and skin appealed to him even more than fairer hair and complexions. Even the girls he'd dated in the past had been brunets with dark tans.



Then Chay appeared on his radar: slender and handsome, with long, dark hair. Drew had fallen like a ton of bricks. He’d never desired anything as much as he desired Chay. And after he’d discovered the big heart and submissive nature that came along with the package he’d sworn to do everything in his power to make Chay his.



Drew’s lucky stars were in alignment. Not only was Chay his type in physical appearance and personality, but he was gay to boot. As an only child, Drew had never been denied anything he wanted. It wasn’t in his nature to wait. It was killing him to go this slow even now.



With a groan, he ducked his head back under the water to rinse away the suds. Eyes closed, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his newly awakened erection. A shiver slid down his spine when he ran circles over the sensitive head with his thumb. He recalled doing this to Chay; how Chay had writhed and whimpered, and weakly tried to deny Drew his climax.



Drew vowed that this was only the beginning. He had so much more in store for Chay. Jeremy had taught him nearly every trick of the trade. Worldly beyond his years, Jeremy had shown Drew things he’d never thought about in his wildest dreams. Things he balked at in the beginning but soon came to love.



Being the cock hound that he was, one of Jeremy’s favorite things to do was to get fucked. He liked nothing better than a huge cock drilling into him long and hard. Drew had never had a problem giving Jeremy the reaming he craved. Blessed with girth and width, the two of them had always been more than satisfied.



Drew imagined that Chay would love it too. He could remember the tight, slick heat of Jeremy’s ass stretched around his cock. Chay would probably be so tight it’d hurt a little the first time Drew penetrated him.



Drew imagined Chay in the shower with him now as he slowly stroked himself. In his mind's eye Drew would have Chay lean forward, hands against the shower wall with his tight ass thrust out toward Drew;ready and willing to receive Drew’s eight inches.



Fear and anticipation would make the smaller man tremble for him. Drew would want to play first. He wouldn’t fuck Chay until he had him begging for it—half-crazy with need.



Hand speeding up as he stroked his dick, Drew imagined kneeling behind Chay and cupping the back of his muscled thighs, forcing his legs to open wider. He would lean down to tongue Chay’s tightly drawn up balls from the back.



Chay would moan loudly, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. Drew would take the whole sack into his mouth, lashing the sensitive pouch with his tongue, tugging lightly with his teeth. Chay would whine low in his throat—a beta wolf submitting to the will of his alpha. At the same time, Drew would drag his fingers teasingly over the sensitive tract of skin behind Chay’s balls, pressing firmly to stimulate Chay’s prostate from the outside.Chay wouldn't be able to hold still as he started to ride Drew's stroking fingers.



Then Drew’d cup Chay’s round, perfect ass and pry the cheeks apart. He’d transfer his mouth to the water-slick furrow in-between, and glide his tongue up to the tiny, tightly furled bud and lap it with the flat of his tongue.



He’d…



Knock . Knock.



Drew’s eyes flew open and his fingers tightened reflexively, almost painfully, around the head of his dick. Arousal receded back like the waves of the sea as his mom called him through the door.



“Drew are you in the shower yet? Your father is on the phone.”



Scowling at the steamy glass sliding-door to his shower, Drew cleared his throat and answered. “Yeah, I’m in the shower! Tell him I’ll call him back later. Will you?”



“Okay. But he says that he wants to see you today. He’ll be going to Monte Carlo’s this afternoon.”



Drew ground his teeth together. Leave it to Dear ol’ Dad to make plans last minute. He didn’t bother to ask his son if he had plans for the day. He just showed up out of the blue in Brighton and expected to be entertained like a King. Drew barely saw his father once a month and it was always at his old man’s convenience. He wasn’t in any rush to call the old man back.



“I’m going to the gym with the guys right after I get out of the shower. I’ll call him later.” Or not. Depended on if he felt like being bothered. He’d much rather go see Chay today. They had a lot to talk about and he wanted to make sure everything was okay with Chay’s car.



His mother didn’t say anything else, so he assumed she’d walked away.



Arousal dissipating, Drew still managed a hurried, unsatisfying orgasm before he washed and got of the shower. He could already tell this was going to be a long ass day.

***



Drew walked into the gym with Hank in tow. Derek and Gabriel were already there doing cardio on the treadmills. His two other friends had driven, but since Hank didn’t have a car Drew had agreed to pick him up since Hank’s house was the closest to his own.



Gabriel pulled the plug on one ear bud when he saw Drew walking toward them and grinned. “Thought you were going to stand us up again, man”



Rolling his shoulders as he began to stretch, Drew shook his head. “I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Drew shot Hank a look over his shoulder. “We’re late because Hank was still snoring when I got to his house.”



Hank flashed the three of them a grin and flexed his scrawny arms. “What can I say? Have to get my beauty rest!”



“Then your ass better lay it back down when you get done at the gym,” Derek said jokingly. "Looks like you got about five minutes of beauty rest."



Flipping off the three of them when they laughed, Hank smoothed down his bedhead only to have the stubborn strands stick back up. “Fuck you guys,” he muttered, hopping on a treadmill next to Derek.



“Think I’ll start with weights,” Drew informed the threesome.



Gabriel immediately began bringing his treadmill's speed down from a run to a crawl. “I’ll spot you.”



Drew nodded and started adding weights to his barbell. By the time had everything set up and laid down on the bench Gabriel was ready for him. Gabriel whistled as he checked the numbers on the disk weights. “When did you get to 275 without me?”



Drew just grinned. He’d upgraded his weights by twenty-five pounds since last time. It wasn’t getting to be enough of a challenge and today he felt enough pent up frustration that he wanted to feel the burn.



“Let’s see how many I can bust out, huh?” Reaching up above his head, Drew grabbed the barbell and lifted. Gabriel hovered over him and counted him out.



He managed three sets before he had to rest. Gabriel helped him lower the bar back into the grips, and leaned on the bar while Drew got up to drink from the water fountain.



When Drew returned, Gabriel was looking at him anxiously. He sat back on the bench and turned sideways to regard his friend. “What?”



Gabriel shrugged. “Just thinking.”



“About what?”



Running a hand through his dark, curly hair, Gabriel slightly grimaced when he asked, “Do you still have feelings for Roxanne Marlowe?”



Drew regarded his friend thoughtfully, wondering what the hell Gabriel was getting at. “Why?”



“She uh…she kind of came onto me. And I told her I didn’t know if it’d be a good idea to go on a date but—.”



“You like her? Go out then, man. I won’t hold a grudge. She’s more your type than mine anyway.” Drew honestly wasn't fazed by the idea that Gabriel wanted to go out with his ex-girlfriend. He’d only gone out with her in the first place because that was what people had expected of him. But that was back when he was a sophomore. He hadn’t dated a girl since the beginning of Junior year. He just didn’t care what people said anymore. It was too complicated trying to keep up with all the lies. Besides, neither Roxanne nor any of his other exes, not even Jeremy, could hold a candle to Chay.



Just the thought of the older man tightened something in his chest. Drew lay back down on the bench and started to lift the barbell but Gabriel leaned down on it. Staring at Gabriel upside down made it hard to read his expression.



“Not your type?” Gabriel scoffed. “They don’t get much hotter than Roxanne. What the fucks up with you?”



“What do you want me to say man?” Drew asked incredulously. “That I’d be jealous if you two went out? Roxanne and I went out nearly three years ago. I’m fucking over it already.” Drew slammed the heels of his hands against the barbell. “Now get the fuck off my bar, Gabe!”



Gabriel didn’t budge. “What exactly is your type, Drew? I’m not so sure I know anymore.”



Anger and confusion welled inside Drew’s chest until he couldn’t stand to lie there anymore. Drew sat up quickly and turned his head to regard his friend. “Is there something you want to say, Gabe? Because acting like I’m cheating on you is getting old.”



“I think you’re seeing someone you won’t tell me about. I’ve been your friend since third grade, man. I should be the first to know.”



With a shake of his head, Drew started to rise. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Drew grabbed a handful of paper towels and a squirt bottle and cleaned up the bench while Gabriel stood silently glaring at him.



Just as Drew settled the last disk weight on the rack, Gabriel stepped up to his side and said, “Roxanne told me you guys never had sex. That you hardly ever wanted to make out.”



Turning his head, Drew eyed his friend coldly. “What do you want me to say?”



“That she’s lying. That you banged her fucking brains out and she’s a lying bitch who just wants to get in my pants now.”



Drew said nothing. He had said that already. When the pressure to share his first time had gotten to be too much, Drew had concocted a story to get the fellas off his back. They had ate it up like fucking ice cream as well as every lie he’d told after that. They believed what they wanted to believe. Everyone thought they knew Drew, but he’d only ever shown his true self to one man. And he was deathly afraid that he was fucking that up.



And now it looked like Gabriel was dangerously close to finding out the truth for himself. Drew just couldn’t summon up the energy to lie anymore.



It was all too much for him.



He walked away.



Outside he climbed into his Malibu and retrieved his cellphone from the compartment under his armrest. He texted Chay:



{How are the car repairs coming along?}



Drew hit send and settled back in his seat to watch the screen. He waited five minutes. No message came to his inbox.



Drew sighed, flipped through his contacts, and called his dad. He wasn't in the mood to be social but he had a favor to ask.



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1) 'Justice Rides Again' is a product of my imagination.

2) When I first posted this chapter a misplaced '>' rendered parts of it invisible so it ended in an awkward spot for the first few readers. If you're reading this and you know what I'm talking about then good, you won't start off on the wrong foot for chapter 10. :D

3. Thanks for the reviews ladies and gents. Long or short I read every word.