Author: Charlotte
Rated: NC-17
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Chapter 3“Hey Brian, I got a surprise for you!” I shut the door behind me and head into bedroom. “You still asleep?”
“AJ, how nice of you to join us.”
Howie is sitting on the bed next to Brian, holding the SIG against Brian’s throat.
Brian looks like a rabbit caught in headlights, eyes impossibly wide, body trembling, pale, and stiff.
I drop my bag and draw the Baby Eagle, leveling it at Howie’s head. “What the fuck are you doing here, Howie?”
“I came by to drop off the file on Littrell. Figured maybe there might be something in it you could use to help find him.” His hand wraps around Brian’s upper arm. “Imagine my surprise to find him in your bed.”
I pull back the slide on my Baby Eagle. “Get your hands off him, D.”
He yanks Brian forward, digging the SIG deeper into his neck. Brian whimpers and Howie laughs. “What are you gonna do, J? Shoot me?”
I swallow. “Just let him go and leave. We can forget this whole thing happened.”
His eyes narrow. “You screwed me over, McLean. I was trying to help you out and you screwed me.”
I lick my dry lips. “You don’t understand.”
Howie’s finger strokes the trigger. “Oh, I think I do. There was a hit out on your little fucktoy, so you decided to take it to make sure no one came after him. Is that right?” My arm is starting to shake.
Howie smirks. “I’m right aren’t I? Do you know how big the reward on this bitch is? And you’re gonna give that up for some skinny piece of ass?” He shakes his head. “What the hell happened to you AJ?”
“Please Howie, just leave. Do me this one favor.”
He nods. “If you’re not gonna take this hit, I will.” His finger tightens around the trigger.
“No!” I scream, hitting the trigger on the Baby Eagle. A deafening crack bounces off the walls. Brian screams as Howie slumps against him. He frantically scrambles out of the bed, curling up against the opposite wall. Blood streams down his face and chest.
The gun drops from my slack hand and I close my eyes. I take a deep breath and open them again.
“Howie?” My voice is so weak I don’t even recognize it.
The only response is Brian’s strangled sobs.
I walk very slowly towards the bed.
A round, raw little hole just above the arch of his eyebrow. A little trickle of blood escaping from it. Eyes open wide. Frozen. Shocked.
Dark red stain creeping out under his head.
My hand brushes his shoulder, hesitating, before I turn him over.
I stumble back against the wall, dizziness and nausea crashing over me.
The back of his skull is completely blown out. Chips of skull imbedded in the pale, bloody hamburger of his brain. Strands of hair stuck in it like wet, black worms.
I close my eyes and let myself slide down the wall. My ass hits the floor. I open my eyes and just stare at that thing on the bed.
That was my best friend.
My only friend, really.
And I just killed him.
I let my eyes close.
Fuck.
I open them, turning my head away from the bed.
Brian is still shaking against the opposite wall, bruised legs drawn up tight against his chest.
Get a hold of yourself, McLean. You’re acting like you’ve never fucking killed anyone before.
I take a deep, shuddering the breath, the whispering aroma of death clinging to my nostrils like wet smoke.
I pull myself up the wall and walk back to the bed.
It’s just a body, like any other.
Not D. Not your buddy for the past ten years.
I take the SIG out of its hands and yank the sheets off the mattress, wrapping the body in them.
I walk over to Brian and reach out my hand to help him up. He shrinks away from me, curling tighter into himself.
I ignore the little stab in my chest at his reaction. “C’mon Bri, you need to get cleaned up. We have to go.”
He shakes his head mutely and stares at the sheet-wrapped lump on the bed.
I grab his shoulders and force him to look at me. “Snap out of it. Say it’s wrong.” I shake him. “Fucking do something!”
His eyes close and I sigh, scooping him up into my arms. His whole body is stiff and cold. He’s in shock.
I carry him into the bathroom and set him in the tub, turning on the hot water and letting it fill up. Brian just sits in the tub, staring straight ahead as the water rises around him.
I grab a washcloth and wet it in the warm water, then turn off the faucet. I begin to wipe the blood off his chest, but he grabs the washcloth.
“I’ll do it.” His voice is hollow.
I hesitate, not letting go of the washcloth. “Are you sure, Brian?”
He nods, still not looking at me. “Just please go away.”
I swallow and let him take the washcloth. I stand up and walk to the door, stopping with my hand on the knob. I turn around, and he’s still sitting there, clutching the washcloth, staring at nothing.
“You’ll call me if you need anything?”
He doesn’t respond.
I sigh and go out the door, leaving it cracked just in case he does call.
I see the bag and my gun, still on the floor where I dropped them. I put the gun back in my shoulder holster and set the bag in my closet.
Then I turn around and walk back to the bed. I pick up the sheet-wrapped body and heave it across my shoulders, staggering under the dead weight.
I stash it in the trunk of my car.
Clichéd, I know. But it works.
I go back inside and peek in the bathroom. Brian is sitting on the edge of the tub. I grab a towel, draping it around his shoulders, and let the pink-tinged water drain out of the tub.
I pick Brian up and carry him back into the bedroom, setting him on the bed. He swallows and looks around anxiously as I dry him off and get some clothes.
I’m buttoning up his shirt when he looks straight at me. “You took a job to kill me.”
My fingers freeze on the button, and I slowly nod, searching his eyes for a reaction.
There isn’t one.
I finish dressing him, load him into the wheelchair, and grab the SIG off the nightstand before taking him out to the car. I buckle him into the passenger seat, and fold up the wheelchair, trying to maneuver it into the small backseat.
Brian watches me in the rearview mirror. “Why don’t you just put it in the trunk?”
I look back at him silently until understanding creeps over his face.
“Oh.”
I finally manage to wrestle the chair into the backseat and then climb in the driver’s side, grabbing my cigarettes and lighting one. I offer one to Brian but he shakes his head, staring out the window.
I start up the car and begin to drive. It isn’t until I see the river glittering under the bridge that I realize where I am.
It’s the bridge on the edge of the city. Howie and I would always come here to get drunk and talk about our conquests and strategies. Sometimes we were so smashed we would pull out our guns and shoot at fish in the water below, our legs dangling over rushing current.
But there were never any fish in the water. It’s too polluted for anything to live in there.
I pop open the trunk and drag the body out. Brian stays in the car, still staring out the window.
I carry the body to the edge of the bridge and heave it over the side, watching as the glassy black waves swallow it.
“Later, D.”
I take a long drag on my cigarette and flick it over the side.
I climb back into the car. Brian is holding my action figure, tracing its black, half-melted features with the tip of his finger.
“This looks like one of those Burger King toys Nick collects. But what happened to his face?”
“Shit happened.” I start the car and begin to drive, concentrating on the road, the horizon, anything but his accusing presence.
I park outside of Nick’s apartment complex.
“What are we doing here?” Brian asks.
“Kevin is expecting us.”
Brian shakes his head. “No. You can’t make me go back there.” He raises his chin. “Take me home. Now.”
“Shut up, Brian.”
He crosses his arms. “Or what? You gonna kill me too, AJ? Might as well just finish your goddamn job!”
I whirl around in my seat and slap him. “I just killed the only fucking friend I had for you! Now just shut the fuck up!”
Brian holds the side of his face, eyes wide and startled. I yank my door open and storm around to his side, ripping the wheelchair out of the backseat and holding it while Brian scoots into it, head bowed and silent.
We get up to the apartment and Nick opens the door. I wheel Brian in.
Kevin’s lounging on the sofa, watching us with an amused look on his face. “Care to take a seat, Brian?” He laughs. Brian just looks back at him, stricken.
Kevin turns his attention to me. “Did you bring the gun?”
I nod. Nick squeals. “Oooh!” He bounces over to me and tugs on my arm. “Lemme see! Lemme see!”
Kevin scowls. “Nick, behave.”
Nick’s face drops and he lets go of my arm, stepping back.
I cock an eyebrow at Kevin and pull out the SIG. “C’mon Kevvy, Puppy just wants to have some fun.” I turn to Nick and wave the gun in front of him. “Isn’t that right, Puppy?”
Nick nods as his eyes follow the gun.
“AJ.” Kevin’s tone is thick with warning.
I step in close to Nick and run the barrel down his cheek. Nick groans and his eyes flutter shut.
Kevin glides up off the sofa and stomps towards us, but I snap back the slide and shove the gun under Nick’s chin. Nick’s eyes fly open, the front of his pants tenting.
Kevin freezes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I run my hand down Nick’s chest, feeling him shudder under my touch.
“It’s payback time, Richardson.” I let my hand continue down, across his belly and over the bulge in his pants. “And what better way to get back at you than through your little Puppy?”
Kevin crosses his arms. “You think I’m going to believe that you’ll shoot Nick?”
I shrug. “Why not? I just killed my best friend today. Killing Nick wouldn’t be such a big deal.”
Kevin’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks at Brian, who nods grimly.
Kevin turns back to me, shaking his head. “Nick’s never done anything to you. You wouldn’t hurt him.”
I smile. “Of course not.” I turn my face to Nick and let my hot breath whisper over his cheek. “I’m not hurting you, am I, Puppy?”
Nick shakes his head and moans as I dig the gun into his throat. “No, Puppy likes this gun too much for it to hurt him.” I look at Richardson. “If I shot him, it would probably be the best orgasm of the remaining three hundredths of a second of his life.” I let my lips graze Nick’s ear. “Wouldn’t you like that, Puppy? The searing kiss of hot lead in your flesh?”
Nick whimpers and thrusts his hips against my hand.
Kevin lets his hands fall to his sides, jaw clenched. “What do you want, AJ?”
I let my eyes travel over his angry, beautiful frame. “Strip.”
Kevin blinks. “What?”
I rock the gun against Nick’s flesh. “You heard me, Richardson. Strip.”
He stares at me for another moment before tugging off his shirt and pulling down his pants, stepping out of them.
He kicks his clothes to the side and stands in the middle of living room, naked and intensely gorgeous. His pale, smooth flesh stretches over his bones and muscles like satin. His large cock lays half-erect between his thighs.
“Get on your knees.” I command.
He hesitates and looks at Nick, then lowers himself stiffly to the floor, settling on his knees.
“Now crawl over to Brian and suck him off.”
Kevin’s eyes flash and there’s a startled gasp from Brian. “AJ, no! That’s wrong!”
I shoot him a sharp look. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” I turn my glare to Kevin.
“And if I hear the smallest sound of Brian that isn’t one of complete and utter ecstasy, Puppy here gets a bullet in his tiny little brain. Understood?”
Kevin nods jerkily and bites his lip. He slowly crawls over to Brian’s wheelchair, sitting back on his heels and unzipping Brian’s pants, tugging out his semi-hard cock.
“No, this is wro - ” Brian’s protest dissolves into a groan as Kevin circles his tongue around the head of Brian’s cock, then sucks it halfway into his mouth, working up and down, each stroke shortening until he’s sucking only the head.
Brian’s head lolls back as Kevin draws his tongue down the underside of cock, raking his teeth lightly over Brian’s balls. Brian’s hands find their way into Kevin’s dark locks, pulling his mouth back up to his cock. Kevin runs his lips up Brian’s shaft and over the head, tonguing his slit and licking the pre-come beginning to ooze from it. Brian moans loudly and his hips buck slightly as Kevin takes him back into his mouth all the way, sucking him down his throat.
Kevin’s cock is now standing up between his thighs as he continues to draw long, tortured moans out of his cousin. Brian’s chest is heaving and his grip tightens on the back of Kevin’s head. Then he bites his lips and squeezes his eyes shut, jerking hard into Kevin’s mouth with a strained grunt.
Kevin lets Brian’s cock slip out of his mouth and licks all traces of come off his lips. Then he looks at me, eyebrow raised.
My own cock is throbbing and hard by this time. “Go lean over the arm of the couch.” Kevin obeys and I release Nick, despite his protesting whimper. I walk behind Kevin, eyeing his beautifully displayed ass. I press the muzzle of the gun into his spine and he stiffens as slide it down his back and part his cheeks with it. His pink little pucker is nestled in their shadow, snug and waiting.
I pull my cock out and press myself against it. It twitches, kissing the head of my cock. I take the invitation and push inside.
Oh shit, I’d forgotten how really tight and hot Richardson’s ass is. I slide up to the hilt with a harsh groan as Kevin’s body tenses around me. I can feel his struggle remain silent and still, not to squirm or moan.
I thrust and hit his prostrate, watching his resolve crumble as he groans and bucks against the sofa. I thrust again, moaning in the hot electric friction of his ass, settling into a fast, hard rhythm. Kevin rocks beneath me and I can feel the exquisite pressure building low in my belly.
I yank hard on Kevin’s hair as everything comes crashing down around me. I spill it all into him - my shot reputation, Howie’s blown out skull, the barely veiled hate in Brian’s eyes when he looks at me.
I let the gun drop on the sofa and pull out of his ass, waiting.
He picks up the gun and turns to face me, bringing it up to my chest.
I look him in his endless eyes and nod as his finger curls around the trigger.
This is how it should be; that he should do it, the only one who could ever defeat me.
I let my gaze slide behind him, where Brian watches us, eyes wide and tender lips parted.
My Churchboy. My best fuck-up.
I give him a sad smile. I can see him lunging forward, screaming, but the sound is drowned out by the loud bang of the gun.
His body crashes into Kevin’s and there’s searing flash running down my arm, melting nerves endings into dark numbness. I fall back onto the carpet and Brian is crawling towards me, face twisted and tears streaming down his face. He fades in and out, blackness obscuring his features. I feel his warm fingers on my face and hear him screaming my name, but it’s far, far away. Pain soaks my skin, hot and real as I blink at him. His hands stroke my hair, my lips, chasing away the blackness.
I look into his clear eyes, shining like sky, so deep I’m drowning in them.
And then I, AJ McLean, start to cry.