Anomaly : Part 2

T H E W A R N I N G

“IS THAT you doing that?” Ryan Boss asked.

Justin opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling. He felt somewhat light-headed and his whole body tingled. He had not been sleeping, but just relaxing, after experiencing one of the most deeply satisfying orgasms in the last few weeks.

“Doing what?” he answered. Justin hitched himself higher on the bed and saw what Ryan referred to. Ryan’s pair of sneakers levitated several feet in the air, slowly spinning around. “Oh, yeah. Oops.” Using the power of his mind, Justin willed the shoes back to the carpet, where they landed with a soft clunk. “That happens sometimes after I bust a nut. Shit starts floating around.”

Ryan laughed a little, as he took another hit from his joint and handed it over to Justin. “I figured.”

Justin was glad that Ryan did not seem perturbed by the floating shoes. That was partially due to the fact that Ryan was both high and drunk, and secondly, he had grown accustomed to Justin’s telekinetic capability. Months ago, when Ryan had accidentally stumbled in upon Justin using his power at work, it had been enough to frighten him to the point where he almost did not want to have any further association with Justin.

Well, actually, it was that whole Shadow shit that made him almost not want to talk to me again, Justin mused.

Every time Justin recalled the time, months ago, when his home, which he shared with his roommates, Blake and Nathan, had been invaded by a Shadow, chills swept throughout his body.

Coincidentally, the night the Shadow assaulted his home was also the same night Ryan decided to come over for a visit. Unluckily, Ryan had to witness that. It had put him into such a shock—Justin also for that matter—that he broke off contact with Justin for several days, leading Justin to believe that some dire tragedy had come upon him. Gratefully, nothing had happened to him, and their relationship—Justin still did not know if that was an appropriate word—steadily improved since then.

This is the first time we’ve been here alone together since that happened, Justin realized. He took a hit from Ryan’s joint and inhaled the sweet, fragrant marijuana into his lungs. So far, so good.

Justin’s bedroom smelled of an amalgamation of weed, sex, sweat and alcohol. The soft ambient lamplight gave the room a slight ethereal feel.

“Ready for round three?” Justin asked, placing the joint in an ashtray. He took a quick swig from his glass of Hennessey and Coke.

“Was there a round two?” Ryan grinned, adjusting his Raiders football cap on his head. He wore that cap everywhere, including bed.

“I think there was.”

Justin mounted Ryan, his round, naked ass sitting on Ryan’s chiseled abs. Ryan squeezed Justin’s ass as Justin lowered down to kiss Ryan. He felt Ryan’s dick start to enlarge again. Without breaking their kiss, Justin reached behind him and slowly stroked Ryan’s big, thick dick. Justin stopped kissing Ryan long enough to grab the little bottle of lube on the side of the bed. He smeared some on Ryan’s erection, as well as his own ass. Even though this was the third time they were having sex, in a two-hour period, Justin still had to adjust to the wide girth of Ryan’s cock. Justin guided Ryan’s nearly nine-inch dick into his ass slowly, until his ass rested on Ryan’s balls.

They both moaned simultaneously as Justin rode Ryan. After a few minutes of being in that position, Ryan flipped Justin onto his stomach. Justin arched his back and raised his ass in the air to give Ryan easy access. Ryan slid back into Justin, balls deep, and Justin was glad that Blake and Nathan were not home, so that he could cry freely in ecstasy. He bit the pillow and let his mind loosen up as Ryan relentlessly pounded his ass. The bed squeaked so noisily that Justin was almost afraid it would break.

“I’m close,” Ryan whispered. He tightened his grip on Justin’s twenty-six inch waist and increased the tempo of his pelvic thrusts. Justin rapidly tugged on his own dick, trying to match the speed of Ryan’s movements. He was close to orgasm as well, and wanted to time it so that they both came together at the same time.

“Fuck!” Ryan screamed. He snatched his cock out of Justin and ejaculated all over Justin’s lower and upper back. Seconds later, Justin released another guttural cry as he came, his semen squirting all over the already sex-stained sheets that should have been washed weeks ago.

Ryan collapsed on his side of the bed, exhausted and out of breath. Justin struggled to breathe in the marijuana-smoke-covered air. He was sweating and nearly dehydrated, but his muscles felt wonderfully loose and calm. The bed trembled.

“What the fuck is that?” Ryan asked. “An earthquake?”

“No, it’s just me,” Justin responded. “I told you that happens after
I bust.” He needed to get up and take a shower, or at least get up, get a towel and wipe off his back, but he felt too lazy to move.

“That was hella good,” Justin said. “Again.”

“Yep,” Ryan agreed.

Justin suddenly found himself wanting to ask something that he probably should have just saved for another time, but right now seemed the best time to ask. “Do you like me?”

Ryan chuckled. “We just fucked three times and now you wanna ask me that?”

Rolling over onto his back, Justin replied, “I didn’t ask if you liked the screwin’ part. I already know that. I wanna know if you actually like me.”

“You kinda sound like a chick right now.”

“Dude, I’m being serious,” Justin said sharply, staring into Ryan’s green eyes.

“Yeah, I like you.”

“That didn’t sound too convincing.”

“What, am I supposed to get up and do cartwheels and shit?”

“That’d be nice.”

“You’re cool,” Ryan said. “I like you.”

Of course Justin knew that Ryan was just telling him what he wanted to hear. If he meant it, he would have said it without being asked.

Shit, I do sound like a chick, Justin realized.

He blamed it on being drunk and high. Normally, he kept those thoughts locked away in a vault located at the deep corners of his mind, but Hennessey and good weed always had a way of yanking those thoughts out into the open, leaving Justin defenseless and horrifyingly vulnerable.

“Are you spendin’ the night?” Justin asked. He wanted Ryan to say yes and no. If he said yes, then Justin would have someone to share his bed, to cuddle with, and to stay warm. He would feel as if they were almost in a “real” relationship. He would not be alone. Justin wanted Ryan to say no, because if Ryan said yes, he would only be saying it because he was too intoxicated to drive home, or maybe he wanted to smoke some more—or maybe he just wanted Justin to suck his dick when he woke up in the morning. It would have nothing to do with spending time with Justin.

“I don’t know,” Ryan said nonchalantly.

Justin rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You swear like I just asked you what’s the meaning of life or some shit. It’s a simple question. Yes or no.” Or was it a simple question? Now, Justin did not know.

“No screaming right now,” Ryan lamented. “I’m too wasted for this shit.”

Justin got to his feet, almost stumbling. He was much drunker standing up than lying down. He sauntered to his bedroom door.

“I need some water,” Justin responded. “My mouth feels dry as hell.”

“Well, since you’re goin down to the kitchen, can you make me a sandwich or something?”

“Everybody wants something, but they never give anything back in return.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ryan asked.

Justin shook his head. He was beginning to get a headache. “Don’t worry about it.” He thought about grabbing his pair of underwear off the floor as he walked out of his bedroom, but figured he would not need them. He stumbled down the dark hallway and toward the staircase.

I need a light, he thought.

The hallway light switched on according to Justin’s mental command.
As he slowly descended the staircase, Justin made sure to inspect his surroundings. Every since the Shadow incident, Justin did not trust the darkness—not that he was a big fan of being in the dark before—but now, more than ever, he was aware of the dangers that awaited in quiet, dark places, things that could materialize and attack out of nowhere, even in the so-called comfort of his own home.

Justin mentally turned on a wall light in the living room, as well as the kitchen, making sure every where he could see was touched by light. Even in his drunken state of mind, his fight or flight instincts remained intact. He entered the kitchen, grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards, and went to the refrigerator to grab the jug of water, as well as bread and lunch meat for Ryan’s sandwich. He poured three glasses of water and finished them in less than two minutes. As he prepared to fix sandwiches for both himself and Ryan, Justin heard a noise coming from the living room.

Someone was unlocking the front door. The empty glass of water rattled a little as Justin started to feel nervous. He heard the front door open, followed by what sounded like two sets of footsteps walking across the living room and low voices speaking to each other.

Shit, it’s Blake and Nate, Justin thought, suddenly remembering that he was naked. What the hell are they doin’ back here so early?
Justin used his hands to cover his dick as Nathan and Blake entered the kitchen. Nathan nearly jumped out of his body when he saw Justin hiding near the refrigerator, naked. Blake just looked confused.

“Um…what are you doing?” Nathan asked.

“Makin’ a sandwich,” Justin replied, slightly mortified. “Why are you two back here already? I thought you were goin’ to the movies and then to La Piñata or something.”

“Plans changed,” Blake said. “We had to leave.”

“Why?”

“I saw something,” Nathan answered. “I saw Caleb.”

Justin did not know much about Nathan’s older brother, Caleb, except that he was a very powerful and manipulative psychic—according to Nathan—and that Nathan was overwhelmingly afraid of him.

“He went to the same movie as you guys?” Justin asked.

“No. I just saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror,” Nathan said, “just for a second. He wasn’t physically there, but he was there. He’s somewhere in the area.”

“So what does that mean?” Justin inquired.

“That we all need to be on total alert,” Nathan said. “I’m sure Caleb knows who the two of you are. He might use you guys to try and get to me.”

Panic began to swell in Justin’s chest. He started to feel cold and once again he recalled that he did not have any clothes on. “Maybe I should put on some underwear if we’re gonna continue this conversation.”

“Is Ryan here?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah. I think he’s getting ready to leave soon, but I’m not sure yet.”

Justin briskly moved past Blake and Nathan and darted through the
living room, still feeling the dizzying effects of the alcohol, up the short staircase, and into his bedroom to get his underwear. Upon entering his room, Justin saw Ryan sprawled out on his stomach, still naked, lightly snoring; his toned, white ass slowly rose and fell as he slept.

Guess he’s stayin’ after all, Justin thought, still feeling some ambivalence, as to whether he really wanted Ryan to stay or not. He put on his briefs and headed back to the kitchen. As he went back down the staircase, Nathan’s words echoed in his mind. He might use you guys to try and get to me.

“…Blake, you don’t know my brother,” Justin heard Nathan say as he reentered the kitchen. Nathan stopped talking momentarily as Justin rejoined the discussion.

“Ryan’s asleep in my room,” Justin said to the two of them.

Nathan glanced at Blake and Justin could tell what he was thinking: It’s not a good idea for him to be here.

Although Justin agreed, he did not think at this point, that it was necessary to wake Ryan up and tell him to go home. He could leave right in the morning.

“So what did I miss?” Justin asked.

Nathan leaned against the kitchen counter. He appeared severely distraught. “I haven’t seen my brother in five years and now he’s back.”

“So clearly this isn’t a happy, family reunion kinda situation,” Justin said.

“Not at all. He wants revenge,” Nathan responded starkly.

Blake looked stunned. “Revenge for what?”

“It’s kinda long to explain.”

“Well, don’t you think we should know what’s up?” Justin questioned. “Especially if our lives are gonna be put in danger…again?”

Nathan sighed. Worry darkened his brown eyes. “He blames me for something.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific, Nate,” Blake said.

“It’s hard for me to talk about this,” Nathan countered. “If you the two of you only knew…” He shook his head and took in a deep breath. He grabbed Justin’s empty glass and filled it with water. “Caleb is psychotic. He has no soul at all. He thinks he’s some kind of god over men. And his psychic range is higher than the three of us put together. If you thought the Shadow Kyle used on us a couple of months ago was bad, that’s got nothing on what Caleb is capable of. He’s extremely powerful and persuasive. He can manipulate the hell out of you. I really hope you guys don’t have to cross paths with him. If you do, it’s not gonna be good.”

Justin shivered. “Does he know where we live?”

Nathan shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know.” He took a few sips of water. His hands trembled so much that Justin thought he might drop the glass.

“If he knew where we lived, he would’ve come straight here, right?”
Blake questioned. He folded his muscular arms over his chest. He looked concerned, but his handsome face did not reflect the same level of panic that showed on Justin and Nathan’s faces.