Detention 7

To Jason, Chris said, “See, this is how Brandon really is, not that little sensitive, innocent bullshit act he tries to pull off in front of you.” Jason didn’t respond. Chris rose from his chair and followed me to the kitchen where we could be alone. He opened up my refrigerator and pulled out a can of 7 Up. “What was so fuckin important that you had to drag me all the way in here to talk about?” Chris asked as he popped open the soda can.

“Tell me what you’re doin here, Chris.”

Taking a long sip from the soda, Chris burped extremely loud and said, “Told you I was gonna come over here and see you later on tonight. I know you remember me tellin you that.”

“Yeah, but you said nothin about bringin Billy and Scott Howard over to my house.” 

“And you said nothin bout Jason Coleman comin over to your house,” Chris shot back. He crushed the tin can in his hand and tossed it in the trash can near the back door. “What’s up with that shit, B?”

“I don’t know. He came over here like twenty minutes after you left. I didn’t ask him to come over here.”

“And you didn’t tell him to leave either,” Chris said, a hint of anger in his voice. “Guess you don’t waste no time, huh?” Chris opened the freezer, looked around, and pulled out a frozen burrito. 

“It would be nice if you asked to go through my shit, Chris.”

Chris popped the burrito in the microwave. “Well, B, it’d be nice if you wasn’t fuckin around with dudes after I asked you not to.”

“I didn’t do anything with Jason,” I said. That was a partial lie. 

“Bullshit, B. And if you don’t want them to hear you I suggest talkin a little bit softer.” The timer went off and Chris pulled the burrito out of the microwave.

“For real, I didn’t do anything with him, Chris.”

“That big ass fuckin hickey on your neck says otherwise.” Chris took a large bite. “And even if you wasn’t playin with his dick, you wanted to, and that’s the same fuckin difference to me.”

I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. 

“So unless you got somethin else you wanna talk about,” Chris said, “let’s go back in there and see what’s goin on with everybody else.”

Defeated, I followed Chris back into the living room where we joined the others. Chris sat on the couch along with Scott and Billy, and I sat in the chair Chris had been sitting in before we went to the kitchen. As he finished the last bite of his burrito, Chris asked Jason, “Your name is Jason right? I saw you today in the library.”

“Yeah,” Jason said awkwardly, glancing in my direction.

“What are you doin over here?” Chris questioned. He sounded like a detective, asking a murder suspect where he had been on the night of the crime. 

“Came to see Brandon,” Jason said. He tried to sound confident, but there was still some shakiness to his voice. 

“But I told you that Brandon wasn’t gonna be available today,” Chris said. “What, did you think I was lyin or somethin?”

“I wanted to see for myself,” Jason answered firmly. He looked over at me. I smiled at him, but Jason didn’t return the smile. 

“I see,” Chris replied, nodding his head. I could tell that he was getting ready to make his move. Billy and Scott could also tell that Chris was formulating the perfect trap for Jason in his mind. To Scott, Chris said, “Scotty, go in the kitchen and get some sodas for us in the refrigerator--”

Scott got up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen. I just sat, waiting in silence, wishing that none of this was happening. A minute later, Scott returned with five cans of Coke. He handed me one and tossed one over to Chris, who caught the can in one hand and popped the lid open with the other. There was a few moments of silence, and then from nowhere, Chris asked Jason, “So, Jason, did you come over here to fuck my boyfriend?”

Nobody said a thing; nobody moved--except for Chris, who drank heavily from the can while eying Jason. I sucked in a deep breath and my heartbeat skipped. Did I really just hear that? Did Chris just call me his boyfriend? For a while I believed that was just part of my imagination. Jason seemed puzzled too, because he had the same bewildered expression on his face that I and the rest of us had on our faces. “Huh?” Jason asked.

“You heard what I asked,” Chris said. “I really hate repeatin myself.”

Jason looked over at me very quickly and then at Chris. “No,” he answered indignantly. “I just came over here to spend time with him. And Brandon didn’t tell me he had a boyfriend.

“That’s `cause I didn’t know I had a ‘boyfriend’,” I said, glaring at Chris. 

Chris chuckled and downed the rest of the Coke in one gulp. “B, we’ve been fuckin just about everyday for the past fuckin two weeks. That has to tell you somethin.”

“Two weeks?” Scott asked in disbelief. “Damn, Green. That must be a record for you. You’ve never been with one person that long.”

“See, B? Proves my point,” Chris said. “So Jason, are you sure that you didn’t come over here to get into my boyfriend’s ass?”

Jason gave Chris the meanest look I ever saw a person give. “I told you what I came here to do. And I don’t have to explain nothin else to you.”
“You’re right, pretty boy,” Chris said, “you don’t.” He took a brief pause. “You think B...Brandon is cute, don’t you?”

Not looking at me, my primarily at Chris, Jason said, “Yeah. I do.”

Chris crushed the empty soda can in his hand. “B thinks you’re cute too. He thinks you’re more than cute. He thinks you sexy as a motherfucker.” This time Jason did look at me and there was an almost hopeful look in his eyes as though he wanted to believe what Chris was saying. “I can tell by the way he looks at you,” Chris continued. “You can always tell by the way somebody looks at you. Isn’t that right, B?”

I didn’t say anything. 

Amused by my silence, Chris went on. “Maybe you didn’t want to fuck Brandon tonight, but he wanted to fuck you--”

“No, I...” Everyone looked at me. I felt really embarrassed and stupid. The whole situation was making me feel embarrassed and stupid. “Let’s not talk about any of this shit,” I said. “I wish everybody would just get outta--” 

“How big is your dick, Jason?” Chris interrupted. I shut up. Jason just continued to mean mug Chris and I could see the fury burning behind his bright amber-colored eyes. “You look like you might be packin eight inches...maybe eight and a quarter. Hey Bill, what do you think?”

Billy examined Jason’s crotch area as though he were studying some ancient artifact. “Yeah, I probably would say the same thing. Not too thick, but not too skinny either. Just right in the middle.”

“Probably has a really nice ass too,” Scott chimed in. 

“So go on, pretty boy,” Chris said, crossing his large, muscular arms over his chest. “Tell us what you’re workin with.” Billy and Scott laughed; I groaned, extremely annoyed. This had just become the worst fuckin night of my life, and I could tell that it was not about to be over anytime soon. 

“Don’t worry about how big my dick is,” Jason replied angrily. It was weird to hear Jason say ‘dick’ it didn’t sound normal. “It’s big enough.”

“Well, I’m just sayin,” Chris said. “B likes big dicks. I mean, I have my dick is almost twelve inches long--and I’m not fuckin kiddin--and Brandon just takes my dick like a fuckin expert. I haven’t ever seen nobody, male or female, that can take a dick the way B does. So if you ever planned on fuckin him, I just wanted to make sure you had the right size equipment.”

“It’s nine and a half inches,” Jason answered sternly. Wow. For Jason’s slender, swimmer’s build, that was really big. From the looks on Scott and Billy’s face, they seemed impressed too--everyone of course, except for Chris.

“Nine and a half is alright,” Chris said. “I mean, you know, I was nine and a half when I was fourteen, but that’s just me...”

“Congratulations. Do you wanna fuckin gold medal?” Jason replied sarcastically. He slouched in his chair, spreading his legs open a little bit. He opened the top to his soda, and at that moment, I realized that Jason was enjoying this crossfire match between him and Chris. He was waiting for Chris to strike next, and Chris aware that Jason was waiting, was very eager to oblige. This wasn’t an argument over me anymore, it was an ego match.

“Show us,” Chris said. “We wanna see this big dick you claim to have.”

“No fuckin way,” Jason answered.

“C’mon, pretty boy. Don’t be dick-shy. All of us in this room know what a dick looks like...” Chris turned to me. “And most of us knows how a dick ‘feels’ like.” 

“You’re a fuckin asshole, Chris,” I said to him.

Winking at me, Chris responded, “That’s why you like me so much. B.”

Jason saw that little interaction between Chris and I, because all of a sudden, he seemed to have a change of heart. “Fine, I’ll do it--but only if you do it first.”

“What would be the point?” Chris wondered. “Everybody in this room has already seen my dick before.”

“Well, if it’s as wonderful as you claim it is,” Jason said, “they won’t mind seein it again. And plus, I haven’t seen it yet.”

I could really tell where this situation was heading and I sure as hell wasn’t about to let it happen. Chris stood up and was about to drop his jeans, when I said, “Chris, sit the fuck down. Nobody is pullin their dicks out tonight in my house. I want everybody out of my house now. I mean it! Everybody EVERYBODY get the fuck out now!” 

“He looks kinda serious,” Scott said with a wide grin on his Gap-model face. 

“You’re damn fuckin right I’m serious. Everybody out. Now. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit.”

Jason rose from his seat and walked quickly toward the door. Billy and Scott got up lazily and started to make their way to the door as well. “What a fuckin prick,” Scott muttered, loud enough for me to hear him. Chris remained in his seat, very determined not to move. 

“That means you too, Chris,” I said.

Chris smiled. “Don’t think so, B.” He reached into his pocket, took out the keys to his truck. “Yo Bill, drive the truck back to the house. I’ll come get it tomorrow. I’m spendin the night here.”

Hearing that, Jason turned around, looked at the both of us, scowled, and walked out of the door. I felt an overwhelming guilt and I knew that I had to go after him. As though he had read my mind, Chris said, “Don’t do it, B. Stay here.”

“No, I need to go tell him somethin before he leaves.”

“Let the little pussy-ass go home and cry on his pink pillow.”

“One day, you’re really gonna get tired of fuckin around with me, Chris. And that day is gonna be soon.” I walked out of the house, leaving the front door wide open. 

“B, get your ass back in here!” Chris yelled. But I ignored him. I caught up to Jason right as he was getting into his car.

“Jason, wait up right quick. I want to talk to you.”

“About what, Brandon?” Jason asked sharply. “I don’t really want to hear anything from you.”

“I’m sorry about what happened in there. I didn’t mean for shit to happen the way it did.”

“You should’ve told me you were seeing someone,” Jason said. “I wouldn’t have wasted my time.” It felt like a bullet to the heart when he said that to me. 

“Me and Chris...we’ve only been...together I guess for a couple of weeks. I mean, we just...”

“I’m surprised that’s the kind of dude you like,” Jason said. “I thought you would go for a different type.”

“I thought so too.”

Jason leaned against this car. “This shit always happen. I like somebody and then they like somebody else. I guess this proves you gotta be an asshole to get somebody to like you. That’s all people ever seem to like.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “I like you.”

Jason shook his head. “Not the way you like him. I can tell. Like he said, it’s all in the way you look at somebody...he was right. I wanted to have sex with you tonight. I’m glad it didn’t, `cause it wouldn’t have meant shit to you. I would’ve been just another fuck to you.”

I wanted to say that wasn’t true, but I didn’t. Instead, I said, “Jason, I don’t want you to be mad at me. Can’t we be friends or something?”

Jason looked at me and the hardness in his eyes softened a little--but only a little. Softly, he said, “No. You’re not the kind of person I want to know Brandon.” Of all the insults and hurtful things anyone had ever said to me, including Chris, that had to be the worst. I felt like my heart had just sunk down to my stomach. “You probably should go back inside now,” he said, “your ‘boyfriend’ is waiting for you.” I turned around to see Chris standing in the open doorway, watching the two of us. “Bye, Brandon,” Jason said and got into his car. I watched as he turned on the engine and pulled away down the street. Afterwards, I slowly turned and made my way back into the house. Chris blocked my path.

“Move the fuck outta my way, Chris.” I pushed him aside and entered the house. I had never been so pissed off and emotionally weak at the same time. 

“You still want me to leave?” Chris asked. He closed the door and came toward me. But I didn’t want him to be next to me.

“I don’t know what I want from you, Chris...I don’t know what I want at all.” I collapsed on the couch. 

“C’mon, B. Let’s go to your room.”

I didn’t feel like moving from my spot on the couch, but reluctantly I got up and both of us made our way to my bedroom. My bed was still unmade. I didn’t feel like sleeping on dirty sheets, so I stripped the bed and laid on the bare mattress. Chris pulled off his shirt and shoes and lay beside me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me close to him. “Don’t be mad at me, B. I just didn’t want him to touch you the way I do.”

“I know, Chris,” I whispered, looking out of my bedroom window. 

Chris slipped his hand underneath my shirt and start to rub my chest with his smooth warm hand. I could feel my skin heat up. I wanted him to keep touching me all over. “Only me,” Chris whispered. “I only want you to be with me, B. Nobody else.” Chris pulled my shirt over my head. He unbuckled my jeans and lowered them a little. His hand dug inside of my jeans and found my hardening dick. 

“There is nobody else,” I told him. Not anymore. I relaxed as Chris continued to run his hands all over my body. He took off my pants so that I was completely naked. He pulled off his jeans as well so that we were both naked, and I felt his massive dick poking against the crack of my ass. My dick was really hard; I wanted him to fuck me, but at the same time I didn’t. “Don’t stick it in,” I told him softly. “I just want to lay here with you until I go to sleep.” I just wanted to be quiet and not talk. I wanted to surrounded by silence and feel the warmth of Chris’ touch. Above all, I wanted things to be simple. But that wasn’t possible. Nothing could ever be simple. “...Chris?”

“What?” he asked licking the back of my neck.

I wanted to ask Chris if it was possible one day that he might love me, if one day would I be really important to him. But I didn’t have the balls to ask him. And when I really thought about it, I didn’t want to know the answer tonight. “Never mind,” I said. “Some other time.” In my head I thought: Maybe.

To Be Continued.