The Rickety Old House (C & K Chronicles)

The C & K Chronicles are a series of oneshots that have little to do with each other except that they feature Chase and Konstatine. I hope you enjoy it please comment.

“How much farther to El Paso?”
“I think maybe four hours if we don’t stop.”
“Cool.”
Konstatine was in the driver’s seat while I navigated from the passenger side. He almost always drove us any where we needed to go. He said it was because he liked to drive. I think it was because he liked to hold his “driver’s arm” out the window. His left arm was completely tattooed. At his shoulder cap he has a burst of cherry blossoms with a dragon winding down from his elbow to his wrist.
Konstatine fit the image of a “tattooed kid.” His hair was longish and naturally black. His eyes were a deep brown, and they truly were “windows to his soul.” Konstatine was the kind of person you can immediately read what he is thinking. His facial expressions are always animated and even when he’s lying his eyes always tell the truth.
His body was long with an athletes build. (A track runner not a football player) He had a plump ass and broad shoulders. From those shoulders he has a carefully drawn, incredibly detailed tattoo of long black crow wings. He says in a former life he was a crow tengu, which is a type of Japanese demon. Right. But regardless he is the single most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. I definitely did not deserve him.
We looked completely different. I have blonde hair that never lays right. It’s always flipping out in different directions. Konstatine says it makes me look like a surfer and that he likes it. For that reason I don’t cut it off. My eyes are what I’m proud of. They are kind of like mood rings. They change from blue to green depending on my mood. Right now they have to be green from lust and horniness because I’m in a hot, sticky car with Konstatine in the middle of nowhere. It could only be better if instead of his blue t-shirt clinging to his damp skin, it was me clinging to his damp skin. The idea made me smile. Konstatine seen it.
“What are you smiling at?” he cocked his lightly scarred eyebrow.
“Nothing.” I looked out the passenger window.
He grabbed the inside of my thigh with his free hand and pulled me closer on his classic car’s bench seat.
“What-were-you-smiling-at?” he separated each word. As he asked me he took his eyes off the road and stared into my eyes.
I saw a flash of color through the windshield. I thought it was a person.
“Look out!” I screamed and pointed.
Konstatine jerked the wheel to the right which sent us skidding into a nearby ditch.
“Did you see that guy!? He ran out in the middle of the road” Konstatine said, panic rising in his voice.
“Hmm?” it was hard to make out what he said. I hadn’t been wearing my seat belt so I hit my head on the dash when we jolted to a stop.
“Oh my God! Chase! Are you alright!?” he cradled my face in his hands.
“I’m okay. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. The steering wheel kept me in…”he cut off. “You’re bleeding!”
I touched my hand to my forehead, it was wet. I looked at it to see the shine of blood. I looked at Konstatine.
“Really, I’m okay.”
Konstatine took my bloody hand in his and licked away the blood. Despite the wreck it turned me on, and at the same time embarrassed me.
“You should go check on that person.”
“Yeah.” Before he opened the door he took one last look at my face then slowly licked the blood from my forehead.
“It’s just a scratch…” he looked at me, his eyes pained with worry, “I’ll be right back.”
He opened the door, took one last look at me, and slammed the old door. I saw him walk around the front of it. He stood there a couple minutes looking from left to right before he came back to the car.
“There’s no one out there,” his face looked puzzled.
“What do you mean? We both saw them. Didn’t we?” I leaned up to look over the dash.
“I saw foot prints but couldn’t find the person they belong to. Let’s go if they got out of here that quick they must be alright.”
“Ok.” I said, and then added, “Is the car okay?”
“We’ll see.” Konstatine said as he tried to start the car.
The car just made cranking sounds but wouldn’t turn over.
“Damn it!” He slammed his fists on the steering wheel. “What now?”
I opened the passenger door, got out and then leaned in again before shutting it, “we walk.”
We both began to walk in the direction of El Paso. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was beating down on us and the heat was oppressive. We walked for three hours like that with but one vehicle passing us the entire time. It was a bus and didn’t give us the time of day.
Somewhere around three hours and thirty minutes into the walk we came to a sign that said, “Now entering Humansville. Population 148.”
Konstatine’s jaw dropped, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“They’ve got to have a gas station. We can call a tow truck from there.” I said positively.
It took us another twenty minutes before we reached the town proper. It was desolate. I think “population 148” was probably out of date. I could see a motel, a gas station and a couple of rickety houses, one of them a very larch, and very rickety looking. We kept walking to the gas station.
A sign read, “Closed” but people were still inside. I knocked on the glass.
“Excuse me! Our car broke down. Can we use your phone?”
A grumpy old man stumbled towards the door. With a couple clicks of the lock, the door was open.
“Can’t you read!?” the old man pointed to the sign, “it says ‘closed,’ don’cha’ know what that means?”
Konstatine’s face soured. I spoke quickly before he had a chance, “Yes. We’re sorry about that. Our car broke down outside of town. Can we use your phone to call a tow truck?”
“No phone,” I signed at his response.
The old man started again, “but we do have a tow truck.”
Konstatine raised his eyebrows in astonishment. “Really!?”
“Yeah but we’re closed you’ll have to wait till Monday,” and with that he slammed the door.
“Crazy old man,” Konstatine spat. “What are we going to do?”
“I guess we wait till Monday.” I pointed to the sleazy looking motel.
It was Saturday evening at six o’clock when we checked in. A blonde haired girl, with deep black roots, blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick checked us in (and checked us out) before walking us to our room.
She looked like a street walker with an ultra short mini and tube top. She opened the door labeled “13” and pranced in ahead of us.
“If you boys are real nice,” she scooted herself in between us and latched onto our arms, “I can cut you a deal so that you all don’t have to share this one bed here.”
Konstatine broke free of her grip first, “thanks, but we’re fine.”
“What I meant was, one of ya’ll could share my bed with me.” She latched on tighter to me and fluttered her eyelashes. I looked at Konstatine with panic.
“What I mean is,” he made the word “I” very loud, “we are perfectly happy sharing the same bed.” He pulled me from her grip and we sat down on the bed. He got close to me and blew in my ear which made me shudder, “get what I mean?”
“Oh,” her excitement dropped and she walked out the door saying no more.
Konstatine let out a loud laugh. “What a skank.” He pushed me down on the bed and started to climb over me. “I wonder if the magic fingers work.”
I flipped myself over and tackled him to the bed. “You are so bad.”
“You love it.” Konstatine flashed me his award wining smile.
I leaned down and began to kiss him. I was getting ready to bite his lip when I opened my eyes to see a giant cockroach on the headboard. I screamed, almost girl-like – which embarrassed me, jumped back and pulled Konstatine with me.
“Oohh gross!” he took off his shoe and killed it.
“Mood killer… well I guess I’ll take a shower and try to get some of this sweat off me.
“Okay…”
I took my clothes off in front of the mirror. I looked a lot different then Konstatine. Our builds were similar but I was just a little too skinny. I had abrasions all over my chest from where Konstatine had either bit, scratched or burned me. Each one was like a badge of honor. I quickly showered and went back to join Konstatine.
“Your turn.”
Konstatine looked me up and down. I was still in my towel. He gave me a look that simply said “ok” he grabbed the corner of my towel and with one quick yank my towel was gone.
Konstatine smiled and shrugged, “I needed a towel.”
A couple minutes later Konstatine came out of the shower, fully dressed. I frowned.
“Come on, don’t give me that face. Lets go find something to do.” He tossed my clothes to me.
I grabbed my underwear but before I could put them on he took them back, “I didn’t mean these…”
I laughed and pulled on my jeans. Going commando usually meant we were going to have fuck somewhere risky so I didn’t complain.
We grabbed the flashlight that was in the motel’s emergency kit and set out. It was around 8pm and the sky was already dark. It was darker than we were used to because the town only had two street lights.
We took off walking out of the parking lot. We were walking towards the direction we originally came from. Konstatine’s legs were long and that meant he was hard to keep up with.
“Where are we going?” I said while quickening my step.
Konstatine nodded in the direction of the big old house we saw when entering the town for the first time.
“Why are we going there?”
Konstatine flipped around to face me while continuing to walk, “for some fun.” A mischievous grin spread across his face.
We eventually reached the house. Before entering we looked up and down the street to make sure no one could see us.
“What if someone calls the cops?” I said, remembering that Konstatine was always the bold one.
“I can handle Barney Fife any day.” He said as he climbed the steps two at a time. I sighed and had no choice but to follow.
Konstatine looked at me before trying the door. The knob turned easily. Konstatine’s eyes lit up brightly, it was almost as if he had been expecting it to be more difficult. I know I had been.
He pushed the door and walked in like he owned the place. He tried the light near the door but it didn’t work. The room was so dark that the flash light we brought only lit up the nearby area with a single beam.
Konstatine walked in ahead of me and I instinctively followed behind him grasping his shirt. He used one hand to hold onto the flashlight and the other to clear away cobwebs. They spanned the entire entryway and made the house look like it was from some crappy Lions Gate movie.
Thanks to the flashlight we could see a rather dreary scene. I could tell at one time the house had been beautiful. In the living area, I guess you could call it a “parlor,” there was a baby grand piano, a couch with rolled wooden legs, large wooden tables, everything a rich plantation owner could want. If the house would have been cleaned up then it could have been worth millions. But once I saw the staircase I knew it could have sold for a lot more than millions.
The staircase was amazing. All of the banisters were still intact. It looked like it was made of cherry wood. At the top of the was the start of a straight step-way that was a little more narrow then the bottom which funneled wide and the very base. It almost looked like arms stretched out wide inviting us to venture upstairs.
It looked like the path to heaven but with Konstatine’s first step onto the stair I knew it wasn’t. The step groaned as if in agony when he put his weight on it. It made me look around. I thought for sure someone was going to hear us. Each step made some sort of creak, or crack like a living thing. That’s all it took for me, I was officially terrified.
When we reached the top of the stairs he shinned the light around looking at the various faded paintings on the wall and trying the door knobs as we came to them. They were all locked except for the next to last door on the right.
The room had to have been the master bedroom. The flashlight beam displayed an old four post bed heaping with pillows and had a mirror behind it, where a headboard should be. Konstatine walked around the room looking at the different framed photos of the now dead owners, opening different boxes to see what was inside, and finally resided on the bed.
“Throw me your lighter,” I said when I spotted some candle sticks. “I wonder if they still work.”
It took a couple tries but eventually the old candles lit. When I finished lighting them all I counted 25 lit candles.
“Wow, with candle light the room kind of looks beautiful,’ I said as I looked around at the glowing scene.
I looked at Konstatine and his eyes were smoldering with lust. His chest was heaving up and down and with every breath he took it was like he exhaled sex. He leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. His legs were spread wide, and where they met I could see the evidence of a raging hard-on, ready and willing.
I slowly walked over and stood before him. It was a rare chance to see him in this state. He looked like he could barely contain himself. I’m normally the one who can’t control himself but there I stood and there, just a foot away, he panted. In that moment, I wanted to drive him crazy but I didn’t know how, so I just stood there.
That must have been enough because he snarled, “Come on.”
I inched forward and with ferocity that I wasn’t used to Konstatine snatched me by the shirt. He pulled me on him. Even though I was on top, I, by no means, was in control. He twisted his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. He started kissing, biting, and licking my neck.
Just as I started to rock my hips against his, he rolled over on top of me. My legs were still hanging off the side of the bed and he yanked them up to where we were laying on the bed in the proper direction.
Even though I could the smell dust and mold on the sheets and bed, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be fucked by Konstatine, to feel him inside me.
Konstatine grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up over my head but stopped at my hands. He used my own t-shirt to tie a clumsy knot around my hands so that I couldn’t get them apart.
“Don’t move them…” he said, as he looked straight in my eyes.
I blinked hard. His eyes didn’t look them same.
When I looked deeper, and tried to figure out what was different, he closed his eyes and bent down to kiss me. He was rough, rougher than normal. He bit my lip and I tasted rust. Blood. It didn’t even phase him.
He used his left elbow to support himself on the side of me, using his hand to hold my hands in place. While he did this his right hand traveled from my chest, to my abdomen, and finally reached my jeans. He fumbled to unbutton my top button, but only for a second.
He slid his hand down into my pants and mumbled, “no underwear, huh?”
Before I could mention that he was the reason I didn’t have on underwear, he began to stroke my dick up and down, slowly. He used my pre-cum as lubricant, slightly twisting his fist as he moved from tip to base. I moaned.
He released my hands but gave a threatening, “Don’t move.”
I felt his tongue on my cock. He flicked the tip with it, and then licked from the base to the tip, tracing the big vein. When he was at the tip he engulfed the entire thing. Moving his head up and down, he put me in ecstasy. I was drowning in his hot, wet mouth.
While still bobbing on my cock, he pulled my jeans down farther. When they were to my knees he released my cock and pulled the jeans off all the way with both hands.
He licked his index finger and put it between my cheeks. As he slowly slid it in as he began to blow me. At first he was slow and gentle with his finger, unlike the intense Konstatine I was trying to get used to. I thought he had retuned to normal until he started to push harder and deeper. I didn’t mind though…
I moaned louder and louder the closer my climax got. With each burst of noise he pumped harder and harder. Until I finally came in his mouth, to which he gave me a satisfied smile.
Before I could even recover he rolled me over roughly, shoved a pillow under my stomach to prop my ass up. He got off the bed and removed his clothes. He tossed them to the floor then climbed back up.
I looked at the mirror behind the bed and saw myself naked except for my shirt holding my hands together. Then I looked behind me and saw Konstatine getting ready to mount me. His tattooed body glowing in the candle light.
He ran his hands down my back and stopped at my hips. He squeezed my sides hard before he leaned back to get a better view. He slapped my ass, hard. Harder than I liked.
Then he used his thumbs to pry apart my cheeks. When they were spread he put his cock in between them. He slid his cock over the top of my asshole, this time using his pre-cum as lube. When the entrance was nice and slippery he slowly slid his red, angry cock in.
“Ungh. You like that?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“I asked you if you liked that. Say it louder.”
“Yes,” this time louder but a little more wary.
He rocked his hips back and forth. He pulled far out so that only the head of his dick was still left in. Then he jammed it all the way in, so hard that my whole body moved forward. With each thrust his intensity got harder and rougher.
He leaned over me and began to stroke my cock that was already hard again, “Ah, I guess you do like it.”
His thrust kept time with the strokes of his hand. Before I knew it, as I was about to cum, I heard, “I’m going to come.”
With one final groan he looked at me in the mirror. Our eyes locked, and that’s when I noticed what was different. His eyes weren’t the beautiful brown I had looked at day after day. Tonight they were blue.
I jumped out of bed as he rolled over to recover. I pulled my clothes on as fast as I could. When I got to any article of clothing that was Konstatine’s, I threw it at him.
“Here put this on!”
“What’s the rush, we just got here…how about we have a little fun.”
I stopped and just stared at him. He looked drunk. But his eyes were back to brown.
“Put these on, we have to get out of here.”
He shrugged and started to clumsily put his clothes back on. As I waited I looked around the room. And what I found scared me, a lot. It was a picture of a man with blue eyes. The same color as what Konstatine’s had been. The picture looked a hundred years old, only it was color. The man was around 25-30 with sandy blonde hair and he had the creepiest smile. He had his arm around a slim built guy who was maybe twenty years old and hand longish blonde hair, it kind of looked like mine…
“Let’s get out of here!” I grabbed Konstatine’s arm and practically dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
When we got to the front door he snapped out of the fog that had been hanging over him. He blinked and looked around.
“What are we doing out here? Don’t you want to explore some?”
“What!? Do you not remember anything that just happened?” I couldn’t believe he didn’t remember anything.
“What do you mean? I was planning on having some fun.” He grinned at me.
“Listen K, you were possessed or something. We already had some fun.” I pointed to the marks on my neck, “You did this while we were in the bedroom. Dude, you were even mean to me.”
Surprise crossed Konstatine’s face, “You mean like a ghost possessed me or something?”
“Yeah possessed you to fuck me,” I said.
“Well I guess he kind of technically fucked us both since he was inside me too.”
“You are so weird,” with that said I turned around and started to walk towards the street. I didn’t even wait for Konstatine.
“So are you mad at me?” Konstatine had caught up with me, “You know, for being mean to you?”
“No, not your fault.” I smiled at him. “But do you think next time you could be a little bit stronger willed?”
I kept walking, passed the hotel and towards the highway. I wasn’t going back to that town. Not with the creepy house, the whoreish hotel lady, the crazy old man. I didn’t want any part of it.
We finally made it to the next town, some five hours later. There was an all night tow truck service, they gave us a lift back to the car and set to work getting it fixed up.
“So, know anything about that little town back there?” Konstatine as the tow truck driver.
“Ah, Humansville? That place has been deserted for God knows how long. Well I guess it’s not deserted a couple of people still live there but not many. None of us go in there, even if we’re in need of medical attention.” He looked up from under the hood. “Why?”
“We went there.” I said flatly.
His eyebrows raised in amazement, “Is it really haunted? I used to hear stories about it all the time when I was a kid. Some plantation owner had a sorted affair with one of the farm hands. It really shook the town up. They weren’t used to the gays if you know what I’m saying.” He looked at Konstatine, then me, then put his head back under the hood.
I decided to ignore “the gays” comment and said, “I think it might be. What happened to the two guys?”
“Welp, No one messed with the rich guy, since he was rich and all. But the boy went out for an errand one day and never came back. A lot of people just figured he’d ran off but that wasn’t the case. Maybe a week later they found that boy dead, just outside of town, in one of these corn fields right here.” He cleared his thought and looked around at his settings.
“Mr. Moneybags ended up going crazy after it…everyone was scared of him and no one really knows what happened there in that big old house. We used to dare each other to go in, but I never could do it.”
The tow truck guy grabbed his grease rag and started wiping of his hands. When he shut the hood he said, “Anymore questions?”
After we paid him we drove off, never to return to that little podunk town again, not even if we were in need of “medical attention".