Blackmailed
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 5
Kenny
I stared at my boyfriend, if we were still boyfriends that is, and disbelief filled my mind. Did Javier want to break up? Why else would he have asked me to move home? He had to know what my mom thought about us dating. Actually, she most likely didn't think about it. At least she didn't want to think about it.
"You really want me to take my stuff and leave?" I asked. "Like right now? Why?"
I stared at him, sitting on the bed, looking the smallest I had ever seen him. On any other day it might have been cute, and I would have rushed to hug him. But today wasn't any other day. I wanted answers, and I would stand there forever if I had to.
He pushed his hair out of his face and glanced at me.
"Well, I thought that would be best for…" he tried to say, before I cut him off.
"Why?" I snapped. I swept my arm and pointed to the door. "You want me to walk out of your life? That's it?"
"No!" He stood up and shook his head vigorously. "I… I just think we both need some space."
"You can't be serious. You fucking can't! You know my mom, don't you?"
I opened the dresser drawers and began stuffing my clothes into my bag, which was way too small for so many jeans and t-shirts. I cursed through my teeth and hurled a pile of my boxers to the floor. He tried to pick them up, but I kicked them toward the door.
"Honey," he said softly.
"Don't fucking honey me."
He turned me around so that we stood face to face and pinned me against the dresser.
"You're mad. I get that. But just so you know, I don't want to break up with you."
I snorted. If he wanted to be with me, he had the weirdest possible way of showing it. I glanced at my boyfriend, not sure whether I should laugh or cry. First, he drives a hundred miles to save me from my redneck father and the middle of nowhere farm, and then his next move is to send me back home.
I don't want to break up with you. That was the biggest bullshit I had ever heard. Of all the people, he was the one who should have had the decency to tell me the truth, whatever it was.
"In the unlikely case you still want to date me, I hope you know my mom won't let me see you," I said.
"Listen. I have a plan."
For the second time, I snorted. If this was the first step in my boyfriend's ingenious plan, I hardly wanted to know what else the brainiac had figured out. I found a duffle bag under the bed and began packing my boxers, along with the rest of my clothes.
"You should leave thinking to those with brains," I muttered.
He didn't reply. His back toward me, I couldn't see his face. I didn't want to see it. Our relationship was ruined, and no goddamn plan could save it. The quicker I got out of this house, the better. There would be a few miserable months with my mom before college started, and after that I would never have to return to Chouteau Kansas again.
When I bent over to pick up the last of my boxers, the ones he had pulled down to my knees just a few days earlier, gentle hands touched both sides of my hips, and his body leaned against my butt. I froze. After a moment of hesitation, he turned and took one step back. His sad brown eyes studied me.
"I might not be as smart as you." He let out a nervous laugh. "But I was thinking, how about if we don't tell your mom."
Yeah, you definitely aren't smart at all, I thought.
"Why? She'll be elated to hear you dumped me."
He rested his hands on my shoulders and pushed me against the wall. Not in a way that made me uncomfortable, but in a way that would give me a major boner had we spent more time in that position.
"I'm not dumping you," he said, leaning closer.
"Okay," I said, looking away. "You just need… some space."
"I think I need…"
His fingers wondered down along my chest until they reached my jeans. The touch was soft, and it triggered the inevitable. More and more blood flowed into my crotch. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much I tried to resist it, I was hard as a rock in seconds. My manhood stuck out like a flagpole, impossible to conceal, and he rubbed it slowly with a growing grin on his face.
Despite the waves of pure pleasure in my nuts, I pushed his hand away.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just can't do this. This is too…"
My voice faded away when I took the duffel bag and walked out the door. If Javier's parents were in the living room, I didn't register them. My chest tightened until it was difficult to breathe, but somehow, I made it to the hallway, and then to the front porch, and finally to the front yard. I couldn't remember walking that path, but it was the only logical route to my car where I was now sitting.
Did we just break up?
I stared through the windshield at the two old trees at the corner of the yard. They were too close to each other and lopsided. Perhaps more space would have helped them too. Goddamn space, and goddamn Javier. Why did everything have to be so complicated? From the corner of my eyes I saw him approaching, carrying another pair of jeans I had forgotten to pack. Any lingering hopes of him wanting me to stay withered and died.
Anger filling my veins, I started the engine and drove home.
After returning to my mom's house and eating the most silent dinner ever, I unpacked my stuff and went to bed. The following morning, for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up to a quiet house. There was no friendly banter in the kitchen, no Jorge giving shit to Javier, and no neighbor's dog barking wildly at a squirrel. By lunch time, I already missed the dog, and Javier, even though I didn't want to admit it. I didn't miss Jorge, but mom reminding me about the not dating boys as long as I lived with her policy compensated it nicely. Or, not so nicely.
Sunday was pretty much the same, except I woke up to the sound of her doing laundry, and then I spent the entire day waiting for a message from Javier. Like I had expected, it never came. We were officially over. I didn't mention it to mom, not even after the second reminder of the dating policy.
And then came Monday morning. My alarm gave me a rude awakening, ripping me from a sweet dream where I was making out with a gorgeous Latino boy. It hadn't been Javier. He didn't look like him. Or at least I hoped he hadn't looked like him. Whoever he was, there was nobody helping me with the rigid boner the dreamboat had given me.
"Time to get up."
Mom marched into the room and yanked the curtains open. She hadn't even bothered to knock.
I squinted my eyes as the sunlight rushed into the room and checked that the blanket covered any evidence of my interrupted make out session. She didn't control my dreams, at least not yet, but her noticing my condition would be beyond embarrassing.
Yeah mom, I was dreaming of a hot, naked guy.
However tempting it might be to rub that in her face it probably would have triggered a new no sleeping while you are living in my house policy. Besides, I wasn't looking for more troubles. The less we talked to each other, the less painful my last few months at home would be.
I spent the next ten minutes in the bathroom, standing under the stream of hot water and pondering whether I should call Javier's parents and thank them for everything they had done for me. Then I spent less than ten minutes eating breakfast and avoiding conversations with mom. Basically, that meant avoiding any conversation. Only when I got to school did I realize who was avoiding me. Javier.
I didn't see him in the crowded hallway when I stopped at my locker, frantically finding the right book for my first class and trying not to steal glances of his locker on the other side of the hallway. I found the book, but failed with the other goal, which was the reason I was so certain he wasn't here.
At lunch time, I joined Chris and Hannah at a table, asking them to keep a lookout behind me if he came into the cafeteria. Yes, it was desperate, but my friends didn't pay any attention to it. And no, he never showed up.
On the way to my next class, I walked by his locker again, looking up and down the hallway. The lock was hanging crooked, a sign that he was as school. I wasn't sure whether it gave me some hope or made me more nervous of seeing my boyfriend, or whatever we were nowadays. I lingered at the lockers as long as I could before history class would start, but I didn't see a sign of him.
The whole afternoon, I floated from class to class, keeping my eyes peeled for my ex-boyfriend. I had spent the entire history class to figure out that ex-boyfriend would probably define the status quo best. It was sad, but at the same time comforting to have at least one clear definition that gave some structure to my life.
God, I sound like my mother.
Before my last class, I took a look down the hallway and caught a dark-haired guy running into a classroom a couple of doors down. His shoulders had the familiar slope, it was the same perfect butt, and his hair was in the same mess Javier's always was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. It was him. I felt it in my gut, and it made my heart pound.
But why was he running?
The teacher came and I had to go to class. I took my usual seat at the front of the room, but hardly paid attention to what Mr. Morrison was teaching us. My mind was racing hundreds of miles per hour, ignoring all my attempts not to think of Javier. By the time the bell rang, I had convinced myself that him and I had to talk. I stood up and pushed toward the door.
"Kenny," Mr. Morrison said. "Could you please help me clean the whiteboard?"
"Um, sure."
After a long fifteen seconds of wiping the board, the whiteboard was as empty as my recollection of the topics taught in class. I glanced at the teacher and snuck out with the last of the students.
As soon as I got to the hallway, I rushed toward his classroom, bypassing other students from left and right. Why on earth did they have to poke along the hallway today? The school ruled forbid running inside, but this was an emergency. I got to the classroom in no time, scanned the empty room, and sighed. He had already left.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
The last grain of hope fading away, I sprinted to my locker, only to find out he was there. I looked around in all possible directions, over and over again, but it was hopeless. Students walked out of the front doors, chatting with their friends, and soon the hallways were empty.
"Hey! What's up, dude?" came a voice behind me.
I turned around and saw Chris coming from the bathroom. He had a broad smile on his face, and even though he wasn't Javier, seeing my best friend put me in a better mood. If Javier didn't want to see me, maybe it was time to forget him.
"Um, do you have plans later?" I asked hesitantly.
"Football practice."
"Oh, yeah. How about after that?"
He squinted at me and said, "it's Javier, isn't it?"
Earth was calling after five seconds of marvelous effort to forget my ex-boyfriend. I let out a huge sigh. He deserved to know the truth, but saying the words out loud also meant that I couldn't pretend anymore that everything was alright. In fact, nothing was right. Everything was so goddamn messed up, and the worst thing was, I didn't even know why.
"I moved back home," I said in a low voice, looking at the floor.
His hands raised my head.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I… I don't know." I fought against tears. "I thought I could fix it."
My eyes became watery, my vision blurred, and all I felt was his arms around me. My body shivered, but I didn't sob. At least not much. It was only when his grip tightened that I couldn't hold back tears. He waited patiently until I had finished crying before letting go of me.
"So, you're not together anymore?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"He doesn't even want to see me."
"Why? What happened?"
"I'll explain after your practice," I told him.
He took out his phone and clicked the screen a few times. He waited until Jason answered, and asked him to tell the coach he was sick and had to skip practice. I was about to stop him, but he raised his hand to silence me.
"But your scholarship…" I said after he ended the call.
"Let's go and grab some burgers," he said with a smile.
We left the school and drove to the Hornet's Nest, less than a mile down the street. He ordered us double cheeseburgers with extra-large French fries and barbeque sauce. Even though I hadn't hung out with him lately, my best friend still remembered my favorite. After refusing my effort to pay for my own meal, he carried the tray to the farthest corner of the room.
"I'm no expert, but I hope this helps," he said, taking a huge bite of his burger.
A small smile grew on my face.
"It's a great start," I said.
Perhaps it wasn't as big of a lie as I first thought. Spending time with Chris was cool, and I was already feeling lighter. Javier had taken up basically all my time, so it was great to see I still had friends.
"So, what happened?" he asked, holding a bunch of fries in his hand.
"To be honest, I have no fucking clue. It came out of the blue. He just asked me to move back home."
"The idiot dumped you like that? No explanation or anything?"
He had said it so loud that most of the customers turned to stare at us. I sipped my coke and tried to look nonchalant, but my face was turning red and my acting probably wasn't that good either. Chris cast angry looks around the room, and gradually the other customers stopped paying attention to us. The reassuring murmur returned to the restaurant.
"He said he needed some space," I said.
"Space my ass."
I laughed.
"At least mom will be happy."
"What did she say?"
"I haven't told her," I said. "We haven't talked much, which is probably best."
I twisted the straw sticking out of my cup. Something Javier had said still bothered me, and no matter how much I thought about it, it didn't make any sense. Maybe he could enlighten me.
"Um, technically speaking, Javier didn't dump me." I found it hard to maintain eye contact with him. "He suggested we could continue seeing each other and not tell my mom."
He looked stunned and very confused.
"Does that mean you're still a couple?"
I wished I knew the answer.
'If mom asks, I went to see a movie with you', I texted Chris.
A few seconds later, he replied with a big thumbs up. I set my phone on the passenger seat and checked the mirror to make sure my hair was okay. It was hard to keep the grin off my face.
Until this morning, I had been dragged under the dullness of spending school days alone, except for my time with Chris and Hannah at lunch. Tuesday and Wednesday I saw no sign of Javier all day, even at lunch, and Thursday was no different. But then I had received a text from Javier.
'Meet me at the mall food court at six, okay?'
Mr. Morrison had given me odd looks when I sat down at the front of the class with a goofy smile on my face, but it didn't matter. Javier wanted to meet me and that was all that mattered. I was as excited as a small child, which should have been embarrassing for a high school senior, but I was to jazzed to notice it. It had been hard enough for me to keep my poker face when I told mom I was going to meet Chris.
I pulled into the mall parking lot near the food court, looking for Javier's car, but most of the cars looked familiar. A light gray Toyota Corolla was followed by a silver Chevy Impala, and a dark green Nissan Altima. The color choices implied obvious lack of imagination. I accidentally pressed the horn and nearly hit my head on the roof when someone knocked on the side window. When my heart began beating again, I turned and saw Javier laughing hysterically.
"Very funny," I muttered, but I got out of the car and hugged my boyfriend.
"I missed you," he said, his voice crackling.
His arms were wrapped around me like he didn't ever want to let go.
We stayed there, holding each other, and I couldn't stop a smile from growing on my face. Something else was growing too, and I couldn't help that either. I moved closer to him to cover it from people walking by. Had there been any argument between us, any hurt feelings because of being sent to live with my mom, anything sad or miserable, all those were gone. I was exactly where I knew I belonged, in the arms of my gorgeous boyfriend.
"I missed you, too."
I planted a kiss on his soft lips.
He smiled, but there was something different about it. If I hadn't known him better, I might have assumed he was embarrassed. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out two movie tickets.
"I'm really sorry about… everything," he said. "I hope I can make it up to you."
My eyes got wider.
"How did you know I wanted to see this?"
"I know quite a few things you like."
His fingers slowly rubbed the front of my sweatpants. They were dark blue, brand new, and pretty cool, but they did nothing to hide my erection, which was super excited to meet his hand after an entire week of my own. If possible, I grew harder than I already was.
"Um, should we go before we're late?" I asked.
I pulled the front of my shirt down.
"Let's hope the back row is empty."
The grin on his face revealed what he had in mind.
There was no risk of bumping into my mother, so we walked through the mall hand in hand. The mall was full of people carrying their shopping bags or just hanging around. Nobody paid us any attention except for two guys in their mid-twenties who approached us from the opposite direction and stopped to stare at us. Instinctively, I was about to let go of Javier's hand, but at the last moment I decided not to and turned my attention elsewhere.
I counted seconds in my mind, waiting for some nasty comment or even worse. On the right, there was a jewelry store, and I saw one of the mall guards walking past. I hoped he would help us if those guys decided to attack us. An empty feeling growing in the pit of my stomach, I glanced over my shoulder. I had to look again before a huge breath escaped my mouth. Those guys were holding hands as well.
After completing one circuit of the mall, we returned to the food court, got a quick bite to eat at Burger King , and then walked out to our cars. We both drove over to the Hollywood Theater , about a block behind the mall.
As we walked in the door, the greasy smell of popcorn wafted in the air. They were already playing the previews and the clock in the ticket booth indicated the movie would start in five minutes. I sped up when I noticed there wasn't any line in front of the theater. Everyone was already seated, waiting for the movie to start.
"Wait here," he said, walking to the concession stand on the left.
"Where are you going?" I shouted. "Hurry. The movie is getting ready to start."
I glanced at the boy standing near the entrance to the theaters, checked the time on my on my watch, and then Javier, who leaned against the counter and chatted with the cute guy behind it. Why on earth did he have to go buy something just when the movie was about to start? I walked slowly toward the auditorium, wishing he would hurry up.
"Here you are, my honey bunny." He handed me a large coke. "Your favorite."
"Um, thanks. Don't you want anything."
He pushed a straw through the hole in the lid of the cup.
"You suck this. I'll find something else to suck."
"You're awful," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Maybe, but I know it turns you on," he whispered.
As much as I wanted to disagree, I couldn't. The evidence was again growing in my pants, making it awkward to walk to the auditorium. But still, I missed his bold flirting, the sexy grin on his cute face, and the gentle touch, which drove me crazy. As soon as we sat down, I knew what would happen and I wasn't wrong.
"Seems that we're the only ones in the back row," he said, his mouth close to my ear.
"I don't mind."
I set my drink in the cup holder on the right.
The lights dimmed, but I could see him looking at me, like it was the first time we were ever close to each other. My breath came faster when he leaned over the armrest between us. The scent of his cologne made my skin tingle like ice was sliding over it. I froze.
His eyes hovered over my lips and, all of a sudden, his hand was on the back of my head and our lips were pressed together. His mouth danced over mine in a way that felt hungry, like he had been deprived for so long, and I felt my body go weak. Well, not my entire body.
"Someone's especially horny today," he said.
His hand slipped between my thighs and rubbed my pulsing erection slowly through the sweatpants. A moan of pleasure escaped through my closed lips as I spread my legs to give his fingers better access. Even though no one could see us, making out in a public place was arousing and definitely something my mom wouldn't approve of.
No, no, no, no, no, no. don't think about her now.
I couldn't focus on the movie. Javier kept kissing my cheek and neck, and the hand, which was now inside my pants, was way more than I could handle. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, the pressure in my nuts was building. He noticed as well.
"Come with me," he whispered.
I followed him until we left the auditorium.
"Where are we going?' I whispered.
Checking that no one saw us, he pulled me into the deserted restroom, taking refuge in the end stall, and pushed me against the wall. The tip of his nose touched mine, and his brown eyes radiated passion.
"I need you," he said.
I would have agreed, but with his tongue in my mouth and his arms running all over my body, it was hard to speak. Fingernails scratched at the skin on my back as we spoke to each other in kisses, our thighs pressed hard against each other.
I raised my shirt and held it up for him as he made a little moan at the contact with his skin. With my hand, I unzipped his jeans, the ones that made his butt so alluring. Heat radiated from his skin inside his jeans. He was hard, and I wasted no time in grabbing his cock in my hand and jerking it. His expression made it clear I was on the right track.
"Wait," he panted. "I don't want to cum yet."
Reluctantly, I let go of his cock, which was swollen, pointing straight up, and glistening with precum. Some people were ridiculously hot. Despite his constant reassurance that size didn't matter, I couldn't suppress all my self-consciousness when we were lying naked on my boyfriend's bed. Today, those feelings were gone.
He pulled my sweatpants and boxers down to my knees and did the same with his own clothes. Our eager and ready bodies leaned against each other, and I had never felt such an intense chemistry. My skin was about to explode as he showered my face and neck in more kisses. Our hips ground together so furiously it almost hurt, and although the cold air from the vent was blowing right on us, beads of sweat trickled down our chests.
"Don't stop," I moaned.
"You can count on that."
We both shuddered with pleasure right when the bathroom door opened and a group of laughing guys walked in. I struggled not to pant, and held my finger up to my lips. Neither of us moved a muscle, braced there against the wall, until the door closed behind the guys when they left.
"Phew," I breathed, kissing him again.
"I think we missed the movie."
"What a shame." I pursed my lips. "But this was better than a movie."
"No doubt about that."
I chuckled and wiped his skin with toilet paper. He returned the favor, not with paper, but with his tongue. It felt nice, even though I wasn't sure I would ever get used to the salty taste. Still, him licking my stomach, his big brown eyes looking up, was sexy as hell, which was the same place where mom would probably send me if she knew what we just did.
"I don't know about you, but I could use something to drink."
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and leaned close.
I raised my hand.
"Don't even think about kissing me."
We returned to our seats, not caring that we had missed a pivotal part. I pushed the arm rest up and scooted closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. A little later in the movie, he put his arm tightly around me.
When the movie finished, we stayed in our seats until only a few people were left. I didn't want to leave because it inevitably meant it was time to go home. Holding his hand, I threw my empty cup away and we ambled into the still crowded parking lot.
"Did you like the movie?" he asked.
"Oh, totally. The beginning was especially hot."
He laughed.
"It sure was."
We kept walking, still holding hands, but not saying anything. The closer we got to my car, the closer we were to the end of our date. And then we were there, standing next to the driver's door.
"When do we meet again?" I blurted out.
"Soon." He kissed me deeply. "I love you."
"I love you too."
In the shadows, standing behind a neighboring car, was a dark figure. He cleared his throat, and we both flinched and turned to look at him. He took a few steps closer until the street lights illuminated his face.
"Hey, little bro."
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