“To independence,” she offered, ignoring his brooding form nearby us. Her voice shook a little. I smiled, pulling her closer to me.
“To not owing anyone shit,” I replied, receiving the biggest grin in response.
After our last shots, she went to get more. The fogginess of the booze sloshed inside me as warmth spread to my fingertips.
I made my way to the dance floor, feeling the music as I swayed. Unlike Andy, I didn’t dance growing up. Swaying and enjoying the vibes were as far as it got for me.
While she was gone, I allowed myself to feel free. I avoided thinking of my parents, the way they always threw me away, and I even moved Cars from my conscience. I danced with whomever moved with me. When it didn’t fit my vibe, I moved on, keeping the energy alive.
Somewhere between sadness and bliss, my head fell back, staring at the moving lights. It was easy to soak in the melancholy. My life wasn’t peaches and cream but it sure as hell could’ve been a lot worse. Having rich and famous parents offered me a privileged existence, even if their lack of parenting made me want to die.
Drinking became my norm as soon as Andy introduced me to it when I was thirteen. It didn’t help that her parents died, and she lost her own mind over it or that she wasn’t one for rules.
Like now. She was twenty-one and I was eighteen and in a fucking club getting shit-faced dancing with randos. No gender was off-limits for me. Genders were a social norm and not one I forced myself into. Cars taught me that, continuously stripping me of what society deemed a label.
It was one of the many reasons I got shit in school. Painting my nails, wearing eyeliner, and rings. It might have made alt guys and girls hot for me, but the misogynistic pigs didn’t stop bothering me because they couldn’t handle different.
“What’s your name?” a tall man asked me out of nowhere. His eyes were dark—it didn’t help that we were shrouded in darkness and mist. His hair was a mess from sweat but his glistening skin appealed to me in a way it never would for Carson. I guess that was the biggest difference between us. His asexuality made him love the mind and heart, whereas I could get hard from random-ass things like sweat and mint toothpaste. He had a sharp jawline and a septum piercing. Just my type.
“Madden, yours?”
He slid closer, brushing against my chest purposefully. “Thomas.” He was a little bit shorter than me, but I appreciated the height difference. I leaned down, into his neck, wanting to taste his skin, even just a little.
Flicking my tongue against him, I groaned happily. “You taste like a bad fucking idea, Thomas.”
His humorless chuckle hit my ears, but he nipped at my jaw a moment later. “Bad ideas sure know how to take cock.”
Groaning, I think of Andy and how much she wouldn’t approve of this line of flirting. I was supposed to be lying low, behaving, but with Thomas grinding on me coupled with the frustration of my reality, I needed some relief.
And Thomas seemed like the perfect outlet for it.
“Follow me,” he suggested as if seeing my desire, grabbing my arm and pulling me away. Without looking for Andy, I let the alcohol speak for me. Legally, I was an adult. Even if my high school would disagree.
We headed toward the bathrooms and it hit me that this wouldn’t be the first time I did something inappropriate in a bathroom. Though, locker rooms were more my jam. Especially when that jock liked to pretend he didn’t like to take my cock. Having a big ol’ sweaty jock on his knees while I skull-fucked him was my favorite pastime.
Thomas didn’t push me into the bathroom, though. He led me down the hall farther, to an alcove area I wasn’t familiar with.
He smiled at me when I raised an eyebrow, and finally stopped when we were partially covered in darkness.
Without preamble, he grabbed my jeans, unbuttoning them, gripping my shaft in the next moment. Our breaths were labored as he fisted me several times. My jaw locked tight when he fell to his knees and a rough grunt escaped as his mouth engulfed me.
His fingers dug into my thighs, holding himself as he worked my length to his liking. I trailed my hand to his skull, roughly grabbing for purchase of what hair I could.
He didn’t protest and I began thrusting harder. Tears welled in his eyes, glistening in what little dimness I could see. Unlike him, from my hips up, I was lit. Light danced across me like a beacon. If anyone stumbled across him deep-throating me, they’d only see my blissed-out expression and hear the little moans Thomas offered with every thrust.
Reaching for my balls, he toyed with them. His tongue danced across them several times before he sucked me down once more.
I felt so close but something was missing.
Usually, when I got off, Cars would be there. If not for our friendship and his sexuality, it’d be weird, but we made an agreement—along with every person I fucked, he’d watch.
The touch of voyeurism and detachment in Carson’s face always got me all the way there. He didn’t want sex, to have or experience, but he loved watching for the research. The people I slept with didn’t seem to mind either.
I smiled, thinking of my best friend, wishing he’d tell me to stop being so fucking dumb. But he wasn’t here. He was stuck in fucking Kempville with both his shitty parents.
They weren’t shitty because they weren’t there.
They were shitty because they always belittled him, hated on his sexuality, and were less than accepting of his identity. They tried changing what made him Carson, stealing the light from his eyes with every belittlement.
While stuck on Cars, I must’ve missed the movement right in front of me. Call me fucked up, but I didn’t warn Thomas. I didn’t offer him sympathy or even gesture that someone was walking toward us.
But fuck, the thought of being balls deep in some stranger and being caught was exactly what was missing in this entire moment.
My eyes collided with hers before it registered that it was her.
My aunt.
Andy.
She gasped, so lightly that Thomas still sucked me down his throat like he wanted the gold medal at the Olympics.
“That’s right, Thomas. Take my cock.”
He moaned, and Andy stood there. Unmoving. My eyes lit up when she held herself uncertain. Did it turn her on? Why did that thought bring an ache to my balls?
“I’m going to fuck your face, Thomas. Be a good boy and take it.” He nodded enthusiastically around my length. Gripping his head tighter, I fucked him relentlessly, my eyes never leaving Andy’s.
She didn’t look away, but I did notice two things.
Her mouth opened and closed over and over.
And her nipples peeked through her blouse.
Chapter Six
The Downfall of Us All – A Day to Remember
Madden
Since that night, Andy kept her distance. Yeah, we saw each other in passing, but we both knew I crossed a line. It wasn’t one I intended to muddy, but drunken minds didn’t always think clearly.
College started next fall and with Brookewood nearby, I knew it’d be an amazing opportunity to go to the campus and see what it had to offer. Sometimes, I wondered if Andy would hate the prospect of me moving down here. In the three weeks I’d been here, I bought a new laptop, and scheduled three appointments to walk the campuses of the colleges I got accepted to—Dupont, Brookewood, and Stanford. After quitting Crossed Over in Kempville, Dane told me he knew of a shop out here.