Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 17:34:13 -0800 (PST) From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com> Subject: The Prick 5 Okay, this took me forever, I know, but my life has been EXTREMELY chaotic. Actually, I have been through probably as many changes as a person can sanely go through in a four month period and still live to tell the tale. I won't bore you with the details. Visit my website http://virtualinsanity.jeanessa.com, e-mail me or whatever. In any event, if you are underage or this is illegal for you read, please don't read it! Otherwise, on to the story!! Remember *** means a change in narrator between Nate and Brett!!! ************************************************************************* Part Five You would think that trapped in a place like my brother Jake's cramped apartment in a town I had never even been in that I wouldn't be able to avoid Nate. But I did. I just went outside and started walking around and I found this cool diner/cafe place where I could order a coke or a milkshake and nobody bothered me. It was exactly three days since I had been alone with Nate. The way I worked it out was that I waited right up until it was time for Jake to leave for work then I just walked out of the apartment and made my way over to the diner. I would order a coke, sit there for a few hours, watching the people of Florida do their everyday thing, then I'd walk around for a couple hours, exploring the neighborhood. When I got tired of that, I'd go back to the diner and order something to eat or a milkshake and sit there until it was so dark, it was almost pitch-black outside. Then, I'd go home. One time when I got home, Jake and Nate were sitting around with Margot and Tara. I was jealous as hell, but I told myself to get the fuck over it. I had no claims on Nate and that's the way it was. It didn't matter that he sucked my dick...or that I sucked his. I pushed the thought aside and played with the straw in my coke. If I could just forget all about the fact that I had loved, loved, loved having Nate's dick in my mouth and quit remembering the way I felt when he touched me, everything would be cool. If I just stuck to my plan and avoided Nate, then I wouldn't have any problems. *** He was avoiding me. It was crazy, but somehow he had managed to leave me on my own with no clue about where he was for two whole days. I have to give the kid credit, he was actually kind of smart. But not smarter than me. Because all I had to do was watch and wait for him to slip out of Jake's place and then follow him to wherever the hell it was that he was disappearing to all the time, which by God had better not be off with some Florida surferboy he had met. When he went into the diner, I was tempted to follow him in, but I just sat on a bus stop hidden by a tree and waited for him to do whatever he was going to do. He ordered a drink and then just sat there. I was sure that someone was going to meet him there and I wasn't sure what I would do if that was the case, but over an hour passed and he was still sitting there all by himself. I stood up and decided to end the chase. *** I was sitting there, not bothering anybody when the door chimes and instead of a mom with a couple of toddlers wanting milkshakes, it was Nate. My heart dropped to my knees and my hands started shaking. How the hell did he find me? What the fuck did he want? I stared down at the table, at my drink, at my fingernails, anything but to look up at Nate as he crossed the diner and came to sit across from me. "What's going on, squirt?" his voice broke the silence when I just sat there. "Nothing," I mumbled and sipped my coke. "What the fuck you doing, sitting around here?" he asked quietly. "What difference does it make?" He shifted in his seat and I could feel him, the impact of his presence across from me, his long legs stretched out underneath the cramped booth. I was so scared to look up at him and get captivated by those kaleidescope eyes. "You scared of me or something?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "Fuck no." "Then why are you avoiding me?" "'Cause I want to." "That's a great reason," Nate said sarcastically. I sat there still looking down when his knees brushed mine, back and forth. "Look at me," Nate said, real quiet. "Fucking look at me, Brett." I raised my eyes and stared up at him, immediately caught up. "I'm hard and dripping all over myself," he said, almost a whisper. "Thinking about how you felt in my mouth...you just gonna leave me hanging?" "Fuck yeah," I said, livid. "Get Tara to suck your dick." "I don't want Tara," he retorted, not even blinking. "I want you. I want to fuck around with you." "Then why did you even have her come over?" I asked, sullen. "'Cause I wanted to," he said, mocking. "I do whatever the hell I want to, Brett. You're pretty fucking dumb if you haven't figured that out yet." I was silent. Angry. Horny. Damn him for smelling so good. "Are you coming back with me?" he asked flatly and I could tell just by looking at him that he didn't think I would come, but I got to thinking about four days ago...in the bathroom...what we'd done felt so good. Did it really have to be all about emotion and shit? Maybe I could be like Nate, maybe I could be an asshole about it, too. I didn't answer him, I just stood up and started walking towards the door. He watched me for a minute, then stood up, too. *** The guy had me by the ball sac and didn't even realize it. It kinda scared me because as we were walking down the road to get back to Jake's place, he would toss these tense little looks at me and everything inside of me would just jump up and down. That had only happened to me twice before. Once was the first time I got my dick sucked and the other was when Brett was around twelve and he jumped in my lap when he was running from Jake. I was hard as a rock hard and leaking like crazy. I walked a little behind him so that I could watch him as we made our way back. I couldn't wait to get my hands on the runt, to see the cocky little grin he sometimes got when he did something that made me feel real good. He didn't even know that he could drive me crazy with just a look and that's the way I intended to keep it. I watched his waist as he walked, the swell of his ass from the small of his back fucking entranced me. I couldn't help it, I reached out a hand and grabbed him, pressing a little bit closer as we walked, almost tripping him up. He looked back at me like I was crazy, then caught the look in my eyes. His green eyes darkened to an almost brown color and dilated. I kept my hand on his waist and walked with him, looking down at how hot he was getting. "Damn, I missed your ass," I told him and he turned to face me, his eyes widening real big. "You did?" he asked, like he didn't believe me. "Fuck yeah," I told him quietly. "Don't pull that kind of shit anymore, okay? You think you don't want to fuck around with me, then just tell me...and I'll change your mind quick. Three whole fucking days, you son of a bitch, my balls are blue." He grinned at me, the smart ass. "I can take care of 'em," he said, real cute because he wasn't completely comfortable flirting just yet. We were within kissing distance in the middle of the street. Fuck it, we were in Florida and I would probably never see any of the people mulling around us ever again. I pulled him to me and kissed him real hard on the lips. He leaned in and kissed me back, his heart was racing. I pulled back and started walking again. He followed me this time. "We've got like four hours before Jake gets back," I told him as the apartment building came into view. "Last one there gets to suck first." I took off. He caught up with me before I made it to the front steps and I slowed down just a little bit so he could pass me. It wouldn't do to let him know how bad I wanted his dick in my mouth. When he reached Jake's door, he turned around to face me, his eyes shining with triumph. He was breathing hard and I leaned against him, reaching around him to unlock the door all the while keeping my eyes trained on him. His smile faded with his breathing and he was staring at me, at my lips. "You've got real...real nice lips, Nate, you know that?" he whispered and his face turned red. I felt hot and cold. I leaned and kissed him slowly, pushing the door open behind him, but holding him up with one arm so that he didn't stumble. "Yeah?' I said, smiling a little. "Well get your little ass in there so that I can wrap these nice lips around your dick." *** That's the thing about Nathan fucking Goldman. Whenever I resolve something in my head, he comes along and changes everything. No emotion. Yeah, right. I love him now. I know it. Now, what the fuck do I do about it?