Summer Story
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roxyChapter six of Summer Story goes on! For those of you who are newcomers, or for those of you going WTF? All Previous Chapters are here, smiling at you. Please keep your hands close to your sides at all times.
The Previous Parts of Chapter 6 are here, milling about and waiting for the bus.
and now...
Whit banged on the door again. Fucking Wade—what the hell was his deal.
Asshole.
Whit dropped down onto the mattress again and stirred through the pile of clothes, looking for his shirt. He was hungry and angry at being locked in like a pet dog or something. He heard the metal door roll open and some commotion out in the main part of the loft and then the door was opening and Wade was standing there. He looked mildly surprised. “You’re still here?”
Whit looked at him like he was crazy—where the hell was he supposed to be, locked in and all?
Wade shook his head. “It should still be in you—maybe not. Don’t pay attention to me,” Wade mumbled, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” He kept walking around the room and Whit kept twisting to keep him in eyesight.
“You wanna go to California with me? “Wade said suddenly. Whit kept his eyes on his face, trying to pick up some clue as to what was going on in Wade’s head.
“We’re thinking of going there after—later. We could get a place together, just you and me, not those assholes. We could live…nice. Get a house, maybe live on the beach. That’d be cool right? Swimming whenever we want, doing whatever we want—we’re going to have so much money no one can tell us what to do.”
Wade wandered closer and Whit relaxed enough to think about it.
Sam was gone; out of his reach and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Lex had never even been an option; he was spoken for a long time ago. Maybe if it were just him and Wade it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he’d be better if they got out of Kansas. It just might be different if they were in California. Wade could be okay. He’d just be careful not to get on his nerves and Wade would be good.
Wade pulled Whit up to him and snarled. “I don’t understand why it’s got to be you. You did something to me, you put some kind of spell on me.” He rubbed Whit’s shoulders slowly and turned him around to face the wall he’d been backing them slowly up to. "You messed up something in me. I was happy the way I was, now, I hurt all the time. It’s you, I think….”
Whit cringed as Wade worked his jeans down and rubbed his palms over his ass up over his ribs, and dragging them back down to clasp his ass, squeeze… okay, just breathe and think about something else, he told himself. It’ll get better…
Wade bit and sucked at his shoulder and Whit tried to think of Sam—or Lex, Clark…Wade groaned against his back and rubbed the head of his dick over Whit’s tightly clenched hole. He couldn’t relax and Wade was going to get angry—Wade stopped pushing and stood still, tracing the W on Whit’s lower back over and over, his finger moving softly, gently over the lines.” Mine,” he whispered. “Means you belong to me, all of you is mine.”
He bent and began tracing it just as lightly with his tongue, whispering into his back.
Oh no, Whit thought, and Oh! Yes. Slow and warm, the slick slide of his tongue getting warmer and wetter as he traced. So soft, almost gentle -- It reminded him of Wade long, long ago, when he was still in school, when he thought he had a real future ahead of him.
Whit felt his dick begin to rise a little and Wade touched him, cradled him in his broad rough palm and licked lower and lower. Whit bent more and more and spread his legs, dropping his head onto his folded arms and bracing himself against the wall. He panted and moaned. It felt amazing and he couldn’t believe Wade was licking his ass. He trembled from head to toe as Wade pushed his tongue in, he felt the muscle spasm and open with the sensation and Wade stood, grabbed his hips and slid his dick in.
“Whit, Whit”, he chanted softly and pushed in, pulled out and rubbed his thumbs hard over the W, pressing down harder with each pass until Whit groaned helplessly and pumped his hips, his dick drooled long strands of precome steadily, the pressure against his back was close to painful and just what Whit needed. He pushed back on Wade and began fucking himself. It was good great wonderful and he hit that spot that made his brain fracture, his nerves thrum with electricity.
Wade was panting loud, growling, moaning, cursing and thrust harder. Whit reached down between his legs and pumped once, twice and he was coming before he knew it, and Wade yelped and ground his teeth together in Whit’s shoulder as he came with him.
Whit became aware of someone pounding on the door—“Get out here, the fuckin’ kid’s having a fit--says his dads not going to pay a ransom. He says he’ll kill us all!”
Whit turned his head toward Wade and gasped,” What- what kid, Wade…oh god, tell me you didn’t!”
Wade pulled out and looked away from Whit. “Don’t worry about it. Lie down and shut up. I’ll take you home later.”
Whit turned to face him and leaned his shoulders against the wall, still panting, “Please Wade--- it’s not Lex, right? It’s not him, tell me.”
Wade looked angrily at him as he tucked himself back in his jeans. “Why? Why worry? We get the money and we let him go, no big deal.”
“You’re lying,” Whit stated flatly. You’re lying to me.”
Wade took a step forward and slapped Whit, grabbed his chin in a painfully hard grip and squeezed. “Lie down. Shut up.” He hissed. He dropped his hands and re-zipped as he cursed steadily and Whit still stood, blood running down his chin.
Wade jerked his head around. “Stop fucking looking at me like that. I told you-- it’ll be okay and when we’re done you’re coming with me. I’m the one person who cares enough to do anything for you, don’t ever forget that. Did Lex stop your father from hurting you? Clark? No-- I did. I did it for you—they didn’t. So do what I tell you. Don’t make me—fuck! Fuck!” He yelled and kicked violently at the wall and marched out of the room.
He slammed the door shut, locked it again, and Whit heard them leave the apartment. He figured they must have taken Lex, and then he heard a small thin voice, cursing, cursing and sounding close to tears. Lex!Whit hastily threw his clothes on and threw himself at the door, yelling for Lex at the top of his lungs and silence and then—
“Whit! Whit what the fuck—help me--are you okay?”
Damn it damn it! He had to get to him –somehow—someway….“You’re still here? It should still be in you—maybe not.” Wade, you bastard fucker….
Whit remembered the truck barreling down on them, and the feeling that took him and he struggled to regain that feeling—slow down, slow down he told himself, feel it, feel it,
He leaned against the door and begged that for once something go his way—he reached inside and felt a little –tickle, a buzz, he tried to feel it deeper, he turned inward and touched that feeling and he heard the roar of the truck engine and the euphoria of that moment and he was face first outside the door.
He was dazed, unbelieving for a moment. His nose hurt, scraped from hitting the floor, and then it hit him. It worked! He went through the door!
He jumped to his feet and ran to the closet the guys had built, yanked on the door—it was locked of course, but—
Lex was panting, Whit could hear the harsh intake and exhale of breath through the door.
“Whit—Whit, these idiots, they’ve killed us all.”
Whit stared into the small opening in the door, trying to make out Lex’s face in the gloom inside the cell. Tears ran down Lex’s face. “My dad is not going to save us. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about me—he’ll kill me before he pays a cent to these assholes. You’ve got to escape before they get back!”
Whit hesitated for a second and then admitted, “I’m not a prisoner. I’m here because I want to be here, Lex.”
“God dammit, you fucking stubborn fool. You know he’s going to kill you some day. Why do you keep coming to him?”
“You don’t know him like I do. Now quiet, I’m going to try and get this door open.”
Lex leaned his head against the door and sobbed and Whit felt his heart break. It wasn’t his fault—but he felt like it was his fault.
Wade…he’d been with him on and off forever—since he was thirteen. Was…Lex was wrong—Wade wouldn’t hurt him…really bad. He wouldn’t He told him he loved him. Yeah. After five years and a million blowjobs and a thousand slaps and punches and being pimped out and being his mule and fuck, fuck fuck me!
Whit slapped himself he was so angry.
“What, Whit, you okay—“
“Yeah. Lex shut up and let me try—“
“What the motherfuck are you doing, boy?” Wade was in the doorway, bags of fast-food in his hand. “What the fuck?” his face was twisted in fury, and he flung the bags into the doorway. Milkshake cups burst open and sprayed the floor. Strawberry Whit noted inanely. My favorite and then his head exploded with stars and blood burst into his mouth.
Rats! late for work!
TBC!
The Previous Parts of Chapter 6 are here, milling about and waiting for the bus.
and now...
Whit banged on the door again. Fucking Wade—what the hell was his deal.
Asshole.
Whit dropped down onto the mattress again and stirred through the pile of clothes, looking for his shirt. He was hungry and angry at being locked in like a pet dog or something. He heard the metal door roll open and some commotion out in the main part of the loft and then the door was opening and Wade was standing there. He looked mildly surprised. “You’re still here?”
Whit looked at him like he was crazy—where the hell was he supposed to be, locked in and all?
Wade shook his head. “It should still be in you—maybe not. Don’t pay attention to me,” Wade mumbled, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” He kept walking around the room and Whit kept twisting to keep him in eyesight.
“You wanna go to California with me? “Wade said suddenly. Whit kept his eyes on his face, trying to pick up some clue as to what was going on in Wade’s head.
“We’re thinking of going there after—later. We could get a place together, just you and me, not those assholes. We could live…nice. Get a house, maybe live on the beach. That’d be cool right? Swimming whenever we want, doing whatever we want—we’re going to have so much money no one can tell us what to do.”
Wade wandered closer and Whit relaxed enough to think about it.
Sam was gone; out of his reach and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Lex had never even been an option; he was spoken for a long time ago. Maybe if it were just him and Wade it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he’d be better if they got out of Kansas. It just might be different if they were in California. Wade could be okay. He’d just be careful not to get on his nerves and Wade would be good.
Wade pulled Whit up to him and snarled. “I don’t understand why it’s got to be you. You did something to me, you put some kind of spell on me.” He rubbed Whit’s shoulders slowly and turned him around to face the wall he’d been backing them slowly up to. "You messed up something in me. I was happy the way I was, now, I hurt all the time. It’s you, I think….”
Whit cringed as Wade worked his jeans down and rubbed his palms over his ass up over his ribs, and dragging them back down to clasp his ass, squeeze… okay, just breathe and think about something else, he told himself. It’ll get better…
Wade bit and sucked at his shoulder and Whit tried to think of Sam—or Lex, Clark…Wade groaned against his back and rubbed the head of his dick over Whit’s tightly clenched hole. He couldn’t relax and Wade was going to get angry—Wade stopped pushing and stood still, tracing the W on Whit’s lower back over and over, his finger moving softly, gently over the lines.” Mine,” he whispered. “Means you belong to me, all of you is mine.”
He bent and began tracing it just as lightly with his tongue, whispering into his back.
Oh no, Whit thought, and Oh! Yes. Slow and warm, the slick slide of his tongue getting warmer and wetter as he traced. So soft, almost gentle -- It reminded him of Wade long, long ago, when he was still in school, when he thought he had a real future ahead of him.
Whit felt his dick begin to rise a little and Wade touched him, cradled him in his broad rough palm and licked lower and lower. Whit bent more and more and spread his legs, dropping his head onto his folded arms and bracing himself against the wall. He panted and moaned. It felt amazing and he couldn’t believe Wade was licking his ass. He trembled from head to toe as Wade pushed his tongue in, he felt the muscle spasm and open with the sensation and Wade stood, grabbed his hips and slid his dick in.
“Whit, Whit”, he chanted softly and pushed in, pulled out and rubbed his thumbs hard over the W, pressing down harder with each pass until Whit groaned helplessly and pumped his hips, his dick drooled long strands of precome steadily, the pressure against his back was close to painful and just what Whit needed. He pushed back on Wade and began fucking himself. It was good great wonderful and he hit that spot that made his brain fracture, his nerves thrum with electricity.
Wade was panting loud, growling, moaning, cursing and thrust harder. Whit reached down between his legs and pumped once, twice and he was coming before he knew it, and Wade yelped and ground his teeth together in Whit’s shoulder as he came with him.
Whit became aware of someone pounding on the door—“Get out here, the fuckin’ kid’s having a fit--says his dads not going to pay a ransom. He says he’ll kill us all!”
Whit turned his head toward Wade and gasped,” What- what kid, Wade…oh god, tell me you didn’t!”
Wade pulled out and looked away from Whit. “Don’t worry about it. Lie down and shut up. I’ll take you home later.”
Whit turned to face him and leaned his shoulders against the wall, still panting, “Please Wade--- it’s not Lex, right? It’s not him, tell me.”
Wade looked angrily at him as he tucked himself back in his jeans. “Why? Why worry? We get the money and we let him go, no big deal.”
“You’re lying,” Whit stated flatly. You’re lying to me.”
Wade took a step forward and slapped Whit, grabbed his chin in a painfully hard grip and squeezed. “Lie down. Shut up.” He hissed. He dropped his hands and re-zipped as he cursed steadily and Whit still stood, blood running down his chin.
Wade jerked his head around. “Stop fucking looking at me like that. I told you-- it’ll be okay and when we’re done you’re coming with me. I’m the one person who cares enough to do anything for you, don’t ever forget that. Did Lex stop your father from hurting you? Clark? No-- I did. I did it for you—they didn’t. So do what I tell you. Don’t make me—fuck! Fuck!” He yelled and kicked violently at the wall and marched out of the room.
He slammed the door shut, locked it again, and Whit heard them leave the apartment. He figured they must have taken Lex, and then he heard a small thin voice, cursing, cursing and sounding close to tears. Lex!Whit hastily threw his clothes on and threw himself at the door, yelling for Lex at the top of his lungs and silence and then—
“Whit! Whit what the fuck—help me--are you okay?”
Damn it damn it! He had to get to him –somehow—someway….“You’re still here? It should still be in you—maybe not.” Wade, you bastard fucker….
Whit remembered the truck barreling down on them, and the feeling that took him and he struggled to regain that feeling—slow down, slow down he told himself, feel it, feel it,
He leaned against the door and begged that for once something go his way—he reached inside and felt a little –tickle, a buzz, he tried to feel it deeper, he turned inward and touched that feeling and he heard the roar of the truck engine and the euphoria of that moment and he was face first outside the door.
He was dazed, unbelieving for a moment. His nose hurt, scraped from hitting the floor, and then it hit him. It worked! He went through the door!
He jumped to his feet and ran to the closet the guys had built, yanked on the door—it was locked of course, but—
Lex was panting, Whit could hear the harsh intake and exhale of breath through the door.
“Whit—Whit, these idiots, they’ve killed us all.”
Whit stared into the small opening in the door, trying to make out Lex’s face in the gloom inside the cell. Tears ran down Lex’s face. “My dad is not going to save us. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about me—he’ll kill me before he pays a cent to these assholes. You’ve got to escape before they get back!”
Whit hesitated for a second and then admitted, “I’m not a prisoner. I’m here because I want to be here, Lex.”
“God dammit, you fucking stubborn fool. You know he’s going to kill you some day. Why do you keep coming to him?”
“You don’t know him like I do. Now quiet, I’m going to try and get this door open.”
Lex leaned his head against the door and sobbed and Whit felt his heart break. It wasn’t his fault—but he felt like it was his fault.
Wade…he’d been with him on and off forever—since he was thirteen. Was…Lex was wrong—Wade wouldn’t hurt him…really bad. He wouldn’t He told him he loved him. Yeah. After five years and a million blowjobs and a thousand slaps and punches and being pimped out and being his mule and fuck, fuck fuck me!
Whit slapped himself he was so angry.
“What, Whit, you okay—“
“Yeah. Lex shut up and let me try—“
“What the motherfuck are you doing, boy?” Wade was in the doorway, bags of fast-food in his hand. “What the fuck?” his face was twisted in fury, and he flung the bags into the doorway. Milkshake cups burst open and sprayed the floor. Strawberry Whit noted inanely. My favorite and then his head exploded with stars and blood burst into his mouth.
Rats! late for work!
TBC!