Page 15 of Something Good
It felt like it took forever to get there, and my need to piss had become something urgent. I struggled with my belt and zipper, cursing the fact I was wearing shorts that buttoned rather than an elastic waist, which would have made this situation much easier.
Finally managing to free myself from the confines of both my shorts and my briefs, I let ‘er rip, sighing in relief as I emptied my bladder into the darkness in front of me. I could barely see what I was doing and hoped I wasn’t pissing on my shoes.
After perhaps the longest piss of my life, I tucked myself back into my shorts, zipping and buttoning up, but didn’t make a move to head back to the crowd. I liked it out here in thedarkness, away from all the people. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t like being around everyone. It was just that I’d spent the entire evening unable to shake the feeling that Sammy was watching me. No matter how hard I tried to ignore his presence, my eyes had tracked him against my will, and almost every time, I’d found his gaze locked on me. Out here, just me and the trees, I could breathe a little deeper. I could take a moment of reprieve away from his relentless stare.
The rustling of underbrush and snapping of twigs alerted me to his presence, but I didn’t turn around. I think I’d known he’d follow me, that he’d find me at some point. Despite everything that had transpired, I think part of me had wanted him to.
“You and Jason come here together?” Sammy asked. His voice held a little edge to it, a bite I thought might be jealousy.
“Yeah,” I responded. It was technically true, if not in the way Sammy was implying, but I didn’t care. He’d left me off balance with that kiss and with the way he’d fucked with me today, and I wanted to fuck with him right back. Drunk me couldn’t see any reason not to, so I didn’t clarify any further.
“He know you’re gay? He know you like dick?” Damn, he was persistent.
“It’s really none of your business, is it?” I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest, though he likely couldn’t see any of that in the dark. “Why do you care so much, anyway? You seem awfully interested in whose dick is interested in my dick.” My brows pinched together. “Wait. No, that’s not right. Whose dick I’m interested in. Who’s interested in my dick. You’re awfully interested in my dick, Sammy.” Satisfied I’d made my point, I started to turn, wanting to exit dramatically after making that very excellent point, but my foot caught on something, and I pitched forward.
His arm shot out, latching onto mine before I fell headfirst into a tree. Once he’d steadied me, he stepped into my space, hislips just a few inches away from mine. I stared at them, thinking about how good they’d tasted when he’d kissed me, even though he’d been an asshole after.
“How drunk are you?” he asked.
I struggled to shift my focus from his lips to his eyes. I held out my hand, pinching my thumb and forefinger together. Or at least I tried to. “Little bit,” I said, giving him my most charming smile.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered to himself as he took a step back, running his hand through his hair.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, bewildered at his change in attitude. He had no right to judge me. “You were drunk a couple of weeks ago. It’s not a big deal.”
“How did your boyfriend let you get this shitfaced? And why hasn’t he come looking for you yet? You’ve been out here for a while.”
“First of all”—I held up one finger—“he’s not my boyfriend. Nobody knows I’m gay but you. And second…” I paused a moment, playing back what I’d just said. “Shit. Don’t tell anyone, okay?” My eyes widened as I pleaded with him. “Please don’t say anything. I haven’t told my mom or Jeff, and I don’t know if everyone will…” My voice was rising in panic, and I thought I might just puke after all.
“Stop,” Sammy said, his voice firm enough to cut through my panic-induced babble. “I’m not going to out you.” I sagged in relief. “But I am going to take you home. You can’t drive like this.”
“Jason’s taking me home.”
“Like hell he is,” Sammy growled. My cock took notice.
“But I drove him here. In my car. But he was going to drive home. Because I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he muttered and started patting my thighs.
My dick twitched.
“Stop it,” he said, his voice irritated.
“Stop what?” I asked.
“Stop trying to put your dick in my hand. I’m trying to find your keys.”
“Oh.” The disappointment nearly crushed me, but since I was a good guy, I decided to help him out. “Jason has ‘em.”
“Goddammit.” He grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the trees.
“Where are we going?” I asked, digging my heels in before he could tug me farther.
“To get your keys from Jason.”
“But then, how will he get home? We can’t just leave him here.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Where did you park?”
