The
brunette laid in his bed; sleeping. He dreamt of passionate kisses and hot
sweaty bodies rubbing together causing a friction between the two men that was
nearly unbearable. JC’s strong hips unconsciously mimicked the actions within
his dream quickly getting his own body burning with need. He pressed harder into
the mattress; swiveling and gyrating his pelvis as he fist clenched the powder
blue bedding. In the dream the older male was making love with his best friend,
a man who would reign over his soul for the rest of his life. However, before
the dream went any further, JC’s peaceful slumber was disrupted when the door
was slammed shut and a loud alcohol laden voice boomed. “What the fuck do you
think your doing?”
JC
promptly stopped his movements and tried waking himself up enough for him to
coherently answer the question. He braced his weight upon his forearms and
slightly shook his head wanting the residual essence of sleep to leave him. The
brunette then moved his long slender leg underneath his body helping in the
attempt of getting up. He did not move fast enough, however. Before he could
fully wake himself, he felt the bed dip and a strong jean clad body pressed
against his straddling his hips effectively pinning him. A handful of hair was
grasped and yanked forcefully back causing a small moan to pass JC’s partially
opened lips.
The
hand in the brunette’s hair tightened and pulled JC’s head as far back as
possible making JC’s body bend awkwardly, arms straining. “I asked you a
fucking question,” the man screamed directly into JC’s face. The
brunette’s nose wrinkled upon smelling the rancid hint of whiskey in his
boyfriend’s breath. The boyfriend’s second hand grasped the older man’s
chin forcing the brunette’s hazy sleep laden stare into the assailant’s
bright blue eyes. “Answer me!” The second hand slipped down slightly and now
strong wicked fingers wrapped around JC’s pale slender neck.
“Mmmm…”
was all JC could get out before the blue eyed man abruptly rolled the tense body
over placing his weight onto the trim male’s freshly exposed stomach. JC’s
wrists were instantly harnessed inside a larger grip forcing them above his head.
The trapped brunette’s vision slowly began refocusing.
“Now,
I’m only gonna ask you this one more time and you better fucking answer me,”
the boyfriend emphasized his meaning by squeezing the wrists and placing his
free hand back around the already bruising neck. “What were you doing?”
Tears filled JC’s eyes.
“I…” he coughed, “I…dreaming.” He shut his eyes tight and waited for
his boyfriend to berate him.
“Dreaming,
huh. About what?” the other male smiled. “It must have been really good to
get you moving like that. Were you dreaming about me?” No answer. “JCeee?”
the man’s grip tightened once again; teeth clenched. JC’s hips rolled at the
added pressure trying desperately toward the goal of knocking the man off and
releasing the heaviness from around his neck.
“Na…na…na…no.
Wade I,” JC braced himself for the barrage of expletives that would soon be
leaving his boyfriend’s mouth. He did not, however, expect what happened next.
“Who
the fuck was it then?” Wade released the tender neck and wrists replacing
within their grasp golden hair. Rocking the brunette’s head back, Wade
screamed, “Who? Was it Justin, you fucking slut, huh?”
“Oww,
Wade your hurting me, stop. Please stop.”
“You want me to stop,
you fucking whore. Huh?” JC tried nodding his head. “Why you ungrateful
piece of shit.” The younger man maneuvered off of JC and pulled the scared and
fearfully man off the bed by his hair. Once JC was on his feet, slender hands
wrapped around Wade’s wrists, the blond lifted his knee into JC’s exposed
groin. JC’s body exploded with pain as the blow forced the brunette’s upper
body downward and his knees buckled. He screamed. At the same time, Wade raised
his knee again smashing it into JC’s face ending quickly any other oral
response by his victim. Blood spattered onto the drunken man’s clothed knee as
well as onto the floor. “Now looking what you’ve done. You’ve ruined my
favorite pair of jeans.” His knee connected once more this time glancing off
of the corner of JC’s mouth and jaw. A red trail now flowed easily out of both
nostrils and from a menacing laceration on JC’s trembling lips.
“St…
stop. Please.” JC said through blood soaked lips. He had crumbled onto the
floor, Wade’s grip still tight in his hair. He glanced up through tear-glazed
eyes and whispered, “You…” he licked at the blood running down from his
nose and onto his lips, “said, no more…you.”
“I
fucking lied,” the drunken man yelled. Wade hulled JC’s sagging body up and
with all his strength he shoved the wobbling man. JC’s muscled back landed
hard against the dresser knocking its contents onto the floor followed closely
by the brunette himself. He lay sideways upon the floor facing his angry
boyfriend waiting for the next blow. “Get up, you slut. Get the fuck up right
fucking now.”
JC
tried once. Tried twice to get up but his weary body would not allow him. He
rolled onto his back whispering in a haunting voice, “I…I can’t.” He
sobbed. “Please, I beg you. No more.”
“Do
you fucking beg your other boyfriend, huh? Do you beg him to fuck you?”
JC again tried getting up
when he heard his boyfriend move toward him. Wade covered the space between them
quickly and launched another assault onto JC’s battered body. JC lost count of
how many times Wade kicked him and had lost consciousness a couple of times
during the beating. His moans of agony were not a deterrent for the blond man,
in fact they sounds seemed to encourage Wade’s actions, as he continued the
onslaught. Finally, mercifully the angry man was finished. JC closed his eyes as
wave upon wave of pain flowed through his body. His body had instinctively
curled up when the blows began to rain down upon him and he remained so. He
couldn’t move nor did he want to. The brunette just wanted the gentle caress
of sleep to greet him and try forgetting about what just happened. His mind,
however, would not allow him that luxury, as one thought continually assailed
his mind, he promised me. He said no more, he promised.
JC
lost in his own thoughts did not hear or feel Wade approaching his beaten form.
The blond man again grabbed JC by the hair and unceremoniously lifted the
battered man slightly off the ground. He dragged the nearly unconscious brunette
toward the bed. “I’m not finished with you, you lousy good for nothing piece
of ass. I’m gonna sear the image of me fucking you in your brain forever.
You’ll never think about anyone else.”
“No…please,
I’m sorry,” the words that left JC’s mouth were unheard as Wade threw JC
onto the bed. “No…god no.”
Wade
jumped onto JC, pinning him with his weight and reached for his leather belt. He
slowly removed it watching the brunette’s frightened reaction. JC, with what
little strength he had left, struggled under the uninvited weight. Wade’s fist
came down hard across JC’s face once again forcefully causing his head to turn
and sending spatters everywhere.
“Unn…”
JC moaned. Wade hit him again, hard against the newly exposed temple. JC blacked
out.
When
he regained a small semblance of consciousness he felt the cool leather biting
into his all ready bruised wrist. He glanced up and noticed his hands were bound
to the railing forcing them above his head. JC felt the bed move and carefully
moved his spinning head, his eyes meeting those of his still angry boyfriend.
“We’re
not finished.”
JC’s
swollen lips could not form a response only a moan escaped. Wade positioned
himself in between JC’s thighs nudging them further apart. The tears began
cascading down the brunette’s cheeks. He knew what was about to happen; he
knew the pain. Without warning the younger man spread JC’s legs as wide as he
could and drove his hips brutally forward tearing the older man’s entrance. JC
screamed and writhed pulling harshly against his bindings tearing the flesh.
“Stop,” his voice
barely whispered. “Ummm, please,” eyes closed against the searing pain that
ripped through his body with every uncaring thrust. He could feel the cool
sensation of his blood running down his butt crack and soaking the sheets
beneath him.
“You
like that you slut. Hmmm. You want more.” The voice sounded different to
JC’s ears, yet, familiar. “Come on slut…fuck… ing… an…swer…me.”
JC
cautiously opened his pain filled eyes and peered fearfully down his battered
body. His hazy gaze almost clear noticed the head of hair that was hovering over
his slim frame.
“Whoa…”
When he spoke the assailant looked up and steel blue met azure blue. JC squinted
as another burst of pain raked through him. He whispered. “Jus…tin?”
“Nooooooooo.
No no no,” JC screamed at the top of his lungs startling the sleeping man
beside him. The brunette’s head was turning side to side and his hands were
entwined in the bedding, knuckles white. JC’s back was arched forcing his trim
hips up into the air. Justin quickly moved toward JC’s side and gently
tenderly stroked him.
“Hey,
baby. It’s only a dream. Come on. Wake up, sweetie.”
JC’s eyes snapped open
and upon seeing Justin he scrambled out of the bed. The brunette huddled his
lean frame into the corner of the room. His body was shaking as his hands were
wrapped in his hair. JC looked up at Justin and the fear that was radiating from
the brunette’s eyes was something the blond lover had not seen for quite a
while. Not since JC’s last beating he suffered at the hands of his
ex-boyfriend, Wade. Justin carefully moved off the bed and reached his hand out
offering it to the scared man. The offer was greeted by a shrill scream from his
lover. Justin’s heart bleed at hearing the soulful whine escaped his bruised
mouth. When Justin moved closer in the direction of JC, the older man just
covered his face moving it from side to side. He was mumbling something
incoherent as he pressed his body closer against the wall. JC turned his gaze
away from Justin and it landed on salvation. He quickly stood up and ran into
the bathroom, whimpering, “I can’t. Not again,” before Justin could react.
The door slammed shut and Justin was left reeling in the middle of their room. Oh
god, what’ve done? I’ll make it better I promise.