As discreetly as possible, I pulled a pill from the bag and popped it in my mouth. The plan was to stay here tonight. Dexter wouldn’t wait around here forever. He would leave eventually, soI decided to just rip the Band-Aid off. “I’m staying here tonight. Just go home. Thanks for the smoke.”
“I’ll hang a little longer. I don’t have anywhere to be.”
Annoyed, I turned and looked at him. Dexter had situated himself comfortably in the chair. “Whatever dude.”
We didn’t speak the rest of the time we were outside. My cigarette burned out when it reached the filter, and I stood to go inside. Nicki mixed me another drink in the kitchen, and we went to the living room to join the rest of the crowd for the movie. It was still impossible to hear over the music, but the sound, lights, and bright pictures on the screen were like a kaleidoscope for the senses thanks to whatever I took outside.
Nicki moved people off the couch so that we could lie down. She sat back on my chest and began running her long nails down my arms. It was a sensation I both loved and hated. It felt like pinpricks on my skin, but I couldn’t tell her to stop. Eventually she got up and started dancing around with a group of girls. Unable to move, I stayed on the couch staring at the ceiling fan swirling around. At one point it looked like the blades melted together. Then the world went dark.
Dexter’s annoyingly handsomeface appeared in my vision. He was slapping me lightly. “Bunny, wake up. Come on, we're home.” He lifted me from the car.
Everything went black again.
seven
cold shower
Bunny
My eyes blinked open, and the room around me became clear. Pale orange walls surrounded me, and familiar posters and artwork decorated the space. This was my bedroom. Letting out a sigh of relief, I rolled over to see that the clock read 11:30. The guys would be there in an hour for practice.
As I sat up, memories of the night before came rushing back to me. Seeing Dexter and Marlowe, remembering the night with them. Dexter following me to Nicki’s and how good he looked all night. It was so ridiculous. There was never a time I didn’t find Dexter attractive, but lately there’s something else about him. When I think about going to him like I used to, it doesn’t feel the same. And now this shit I feel toward Marlowe, what the fuck was that?
Suddenly, I remembered the pills I got from Nicki the night before and popped one. “Get up, Bunny.” Encouraging myself, I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom across the hall. A cold shower would be the best thing for me right now.
Water ran from the shower head, dripping down my back. It was freezing, but I needed to snap out of whatever shit was going through my mind. Thoughts of Dexter kept running through my mind. How he looks when we practice, when he’s really into it and super focused. It’s the same look he gets when I ride him. My cock started to harden, and I reached out to stroke it, bracing myself against the back wall of the shower.
My mind shifted to the time he blew me in this shower. He knelt in front of me and opened his mouth. His tongue glided underneath, all the way to my slit before he took me to the back of his throat. I remembered him squeezing my ass so he could deep throat me while he looked up at me, tears in his green eyes.
As the scene replayed in my head, a soft whimper escaped. “Fuck Dex,” I groaned as I came against the wall of the shower. Hitting the wall with my fist.
eight
loud silence
Dexter
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted out of the kitchen. My feet carried me from the living room as if they had a mind of their own, ready for their own cup of coffee. Pulling down our mugs from the cabinet, I set them down on the counter. Bunny was awake. The shower had started a bit ago, and knowing him, he would want coffee. Vanilla coffee creamer sat ready on the counter for him too. After filling my cup, I took a small sip and savored the rich flavor. When I began walking back to the living room, I was met by Bunny, who stood at the end of the hallway in sweatpants, towel drying his hair. The sweatpants hung low on his slim waist, the smallest bit of trimmed hair showed above the waistline, and his skin glistened like he hadn’t dried off properly. Quickly I glanced away from him as he began walking toward the kitchen.
“Your cups on the counter. Creamer too,” I said quickly as I brushed by him. The rich, warm vanilla smell of his body wash hit me like a brick wall as I walked by, and I couldn’t help butclose my eyes and remember how good he smelled with Marlowe that night.
Bunny draped his towel on the back of a kitchen chair and joined me on the couch. We sat in our usual places, on opposite ends. He had his feet pulled up beside him, and I sat with my feet up on the coffee table. An old movie played on TV, and we sat watching it, drinking our coffee.
I kept finding myself staring at Bunny as he watched the movie. My feelings for Bunny had always been complicated. He was definitely more than my best friend, but I didn’t see him as my brother either. We grew up together, and I felt like I needed to take care of him, but he was never a burden. Something was going on with him, and for the first time I didn’t know how to talk to him about it.
Bunny turned and caught me staring. He chuckled lightly then asked, “What?”
“Nothing.” I took a sip of my coffee, and he did the same. “So, what do you think of the Battle of the Bands thing? You didn’t really say much about it last night. You didn’t say much at all, actually.” I had hoped the quizzical look I gave him would prompt some kind of insight into why he was acting so weird, but he just shrugged.
“No dude, I’m stoked about it.” He said the words, and I believed what he was saying, but there was no emotion behind it.
Turning, my whole body faced him now. “What was with you last night then? You acted like it was nothing. This could actually be huge for us if it works out.”
“You just said it. It’s huge if it works out. But if it doesn’t, it doesn’t mean anything. And nothing's wrong. I’m just being realistic, I guess. We get to play Thrash Fest if we win, which is great. If we don’t win, we just look like some idiots who lost.”
Leaning over, I slapped his arm. “What the fuck, man, don’t think like that.”
He drank down the last of his coffee and set the empty cup on the table beside him. “Dude, I’m just saying.”
