Page 12 of The Chemist

“Here, I need you to wait in the car and watch this beer while we go and celebrate your brother’s birthday. If you get hungry, there should be some crisps in the glove compartment.”

His stepfather passed him his six-pack of beer and turned to walk away. “You’re too old for skating anyway.”

Smoke billowed from the side of the man’s face as he walked off smoking his cigarette.

Jaw clenched, Diesel watched as the man who was supposed to provide for him, protect him, and guide him into the man he was to become walked off without a second thought for his well-being.

Never again would he rely on his stepfather to provide him with money for his ticket.

Next time, he would bring his own money and get to go skating with all the other boys and girls. Maybe then, one of the other dads would be able to teach him how to skate.

Fists still clenched, Diesel jumped when his cell phone alarm beeped, announcing to the world that it was just after nine a.m.

How long had he been standing there?

Moving toward the door, he grabbed his black sleevelessNine Inch NailsT-shirt and threw it over his shoulder as he left the room.

Next stop, Jared’s room.

Using best-friend etiquette, Diesel knocked once on Jared’s bedroom door before turning the knob and letting himself in.

Diesel whistled.

Jared was bent over, ass hanging out, as he pulled his underwear up over his thick thighs.

“I see someone’s been doing their squats,” Diesel chirped, making his way across the room and over toward Jared’s bed. He paused, taking a moment to inspect his buddy's sheets before deciding that it was safe to sit his ass down.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking to make sure I won’t accidentally get pregnant if I sit on your bed. Don’t need any baby Jareds running around.”

Jared gave him the finger before reaching for his joggers.

“Want to go for a run?” Diesel asked, trying to remember the last time the two of them went jogging together.

The last few times Diesel had asked his best friend to go for a run, Jared had declined, choosing to spend time with his fiancé rather than get sweaty on a dirt path with him.

Seriously. Where were his priorities?

“Sorry, dude. Going to help Isaac with his boarding.”

In case anyone cared, Isaac’s favorite pastime—other than riding Jared’s dick—was riding his skateboard in the homemade skate park Jared had built for him years ago.

Sweet, right?

Yuk! Make him gag.

Feeling the sting of rejection, Diesel tried to mask his feelings by giving his buddy his standard “I don’t give a shit” shoulder shrug.

They had been best friends since they first met. Always together. Always there for one another.

Now?

Now he was lucky if he got to see Jared for more than thirty minutes before that skater-boy smurf hypnotized him with his magic-ass voodoo.

Seriously, how many times can two dudes fuck in a day before their cocks get all chafed and sore?

Frustrated, Diesel huffed as he got up off the bed.

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