Secrets 10

“Look at you,” Rose said. “You’re a bumbling mess. You don’t even know what the hell you’re doing right now.” She laughed some more; her laughter sounded like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. “You’re so stupid,” she said.

“I swear to god I’ll kill you,” I screamed.

“And then what?” Rose asked. “What happens after you do that?”

“Why did you fucking make me do it? You’re fucking with my mind and I don’t know how you’re doing it. He was alive just ten minutes ago, and now half his head is missing and it’s because of me. And I’m the one who’s going to have to pay for this. I’m the one who’s fucked for life because of this.”

“You’ve been in worse situations before,” Rose countered. “You just don’t remember.”

“I’ve never killed someone before...”

“Are you sure about that?” Rose interrogated. “Because I think if you look back closely, you’ll remember that you did.”

“You’re just putting all these goddamn lies in my head to try and confuse me.”

“I’m trying to show you who you really are, Sean,” Rose said. “Stop trying to hide behind this little mask you wear. You’re not the naive, innocent, normal little boy you claim to be.”

“I’m not a killer,”I whispered.

“Go in that bathroom and tell that to Danny,” Rose said sinisterly. 

“What’s in this for you?” I asked.

It was the only time I ever saw Rose appear perplexed. “I don’t understand what you mean by that.”

“This isn’t about Patrick. You don’t care about him, you never cared about him. You just carried him around like a trophy to show off in front of all your friends.”

“He did the same thing,” Rose said.

“Then why do you care so much if I want Patrick?” I demanded. “If you know that he doesn’t like you, and you don’t give a fuck about him, then why do you fucking care about what happens between me and Patrick?”

“Do you really think he cares about you?” Rose asked with a snicker. “I mean, really?”

“Yeah, he does.” I could sense doubt in my own voice, even though I didn’t understand why.

“I don’t think I believe you,” Rose replied.

“Fuck what you believe.”

For once, Rose was silent. She just gazed at me and I wondered what she was thinking. “I hope you know you’re making this more complicated than this needs to be,” she said. “If you listen to me, I can make things better...for all us.”

“I don’t fucking trust anything you say.”

“Who said anything about trust, Sean? You don’t need to trust me at all. You just need to know that without my help, you’re going to be in a deeper hell than you already are now. And nobody’s going to be able to help you...including Patrick.”
“You evil, dumb bitch,” I whispered. Tears rolled down my eyes. I let both arms fall to my sides.

“I may be a lot of things,” Rose said, “But I’ll never be dumb. Now I need you to do something for me.”

I looked up at her, hatefully. “What?”

Her face was covered in shadows. “Close your eyes and listen to me closely...”

* * *

“Did you miss me?” I asked. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it.

Patrick was on his knees in front of me, pulling off my socks. He looked up at me, smiling, his brown eyes flashing. “Yeah. I was waiting for you.”

“I didn’t think I would be gone so long,” I said. My dick was growing hard inside of these white underwear briefs that didn’t belong to me. 

“It was hard you hard,” Patrick said. “You not being here in all. I saw your face, but knew it really wasn’t you inside of there.”

“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

Patrick licked up my naked calf, over the Japanese tattoo, towards my inner thigh. His tongue felt so wet and good. My dick was straining against the thin cloth of the underwear. I was dying to get out of them, and to get into Patrick’s hot mouth. He licked my balls through the underwear, nibbled my nut sack through the cotton. “Have you been fuckin him?” I asked.

He looked up at me, almost afraid to answer. Patrick knows I know the truth, and that it wouldn’t be smart to lie to me. “Only a few times. Just so that he wouldn’t suspect anything.” 

“We both already know it’s too late for that, Trick. He knows you’re lying to him.” 

Patrick kissed my navel. He kissed the head of my snake. I ran my hand through his dark hair and groaned. My dick was poking up against his chin. Patrick rubbed his face around my jock, biting it slowly through the cotton. He knows I like to be teased. “Don’t fuck him again,” I said.

“I won’t,” he said, sounding very earnest. I believe him when he says he won’t, but I know that Patrick can be weak sometimes, and sometimes he doesn’t remember his promises. Patrick pulled back the waistband of the underwear, and my cock sprang out, thick and huge, and hard. He wasted no time devouring my dick, taking it all the way in his mouth, all the way down his throat. I’ve never had anyone suck my dick the way that Patrick has.

“Do you suck him off like this?” I asked.

Patrick slid his mouth off my dick, thick drool dripping down his pretty lips, long enough to say, “No.”

“How come I don’t believe you?” I question. I saw a quick instant of fear in Patrick’s eyes. He thinks I’m angry with him, and while a part of me is, I’m really not mad. If I were mad, he would know one hundred percent for sure. I forced Patrick’s head back on my dick again, and he went to slurping and bobbing his head up and down, and deep throating me like the expert dick sucker that he was. And for a second, I lost myself in the moment. I didn’t think about Sean. I didn’t think about the plan. I was only thinking about how good Patrick’s lips around my dick felt. 

I fucked Patrick’s face for about a couple more minutes, while staring at my reflection in the mirror, across from me. I didn’t want to look at that face any longer so I closed my eyes, but I could still see it. I didn’t want to look at a face that wasn’t mine all the time. Patrick sucked my cock, harder and faster. He was trying to make me cum, he knew the only way that I liked to cum. I pulled him away from my dick. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” I ordered.

Patrick followed my directions. He peeled off his white tank top shirt to reveal his smooth, muscular chest. He tugged down his baggy blue jeans, to reveal that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hard dick popped out, inches away from my face. Patrick kicked off his shoes and tossed them near the bedroom door. 

I stood as he got on the bed, on his hands and knees, his tight, round, beautiful ass facing me. I could see his asshole, tightly closed. My dick throbbed and bounced and ached. I mounted him, placing my dick directly in the middle of his asscheeks in the crack, sliding it up and down his tight crack. We both moaned in unison. It felt like it had been too long since I last had my dick in Patrick’s ass, even though it was only a couple of nights before. I removed my cock from his crack and slapped the left hemisphere of his ass with it. “Do you love me?” I asked, already knowing the answer, but still wanting to hear it from his mouth.

I reached under Patrick’s gorgeous ass and started to massage his nut sack. “How much?” I questioned.

“A lot. A whole lot...”

I spit on my fingers and ran them up and down Patrick’s crack again. “You’re going to stay loyal to me right?” I inserted my index finger into Patrick’s tight asshole. He groaned a little and tensed up, but he soon relaxed after a couple of seconds. 

“Yes, I will.”

I stuck my middle finger in as well as the other one. Patrick gasped and cursed. His asshole sucked in my fingers and almost wouldn’t let go. “We have to get rid of him.”

“I know,” Patrick managed to say, between groans.

“As long as he’s around, I’m just his shadow.” I finger-fucked Patrick harder and faster, getting him ready for the main event. “But when he’s gone. It’ll just be me.” I snatched my fingers out of Patrick’s tight ass, and geared my dick in position, right between his ass, headed right for the dime-sized hole. “Tell me again that you love me,” I said.

“I love you.”

I smiled. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do...” Patrick said, almost breathless.

“Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“...I want you to fuck me...” Patrick whispered.
“You gotta say my name,” I ordered.

I could tell that he was a bit hesitant at first, but he finally said it. “....Kevin, I want you to fuck me...”

I slid into his ass in one easy, fluid motion.We both cried out loud simultaneously. I pulled him all the way onto my cock and started to fuck him senseless.

* * *

There was so much blood on the ground, on the walls. I didn’t think a person could have that much blood inside of them. I felt cold and alone, and ashamed, and scared. Danny was laying there on the ground, a gun in his hand, a gun that hadn’t been there minutes before, watching the blood seep out out his broken head. And the bath water was running. The sound of water hitting porcelain was so loud. I was standing there, right between the bathtub and Danny’s dead body, naked. My feet were stained with bits of blood, but otherwise I was clean. At least on the outside I looked clean. The water was hot, I could tell, because there was steam rising. She told me things would be better, that I wouldn’t have to pay for what I did. Of course I didn’t believe her, but I was desperate. I needed to believe in something rather than nothing at all. 

* * *

Close your eyes and listen carefully...

The water was almost burning when I got inside of the tub. It took me a while to adjust to the high temperature, but after a few minutes, I started to relax and sink beneath the surface of the water. I closed my eyes and replayed Patrick fucking me in my mind over and over. I imagined his body pressed up against mine, his long and hard dick sliding in and out of me, the incredible sensation I felt when he came inside of me. 

I had been holding my breath underwater for at least a whole minute, with my eyes closed, when I heard a loud, sharp sound that sounded like it was coming from directly above me. I opened my eyes and through the thin screen of water I saw someone standing on the side of the bathtub, looking down at me. It was a guy. But because I was underwater, I could not see his face clearly. He was holding something in his hand and it was pointing toward me. For some reason, I didn’t panic at first, because I thought that it might’ve been Patrick. But as I looked at the figure standing over me, watching me, I came to the realization that it wasn’t Patrick - it was Danny. I rose to the surface of the water - to find Danny pointing a gun directly at my face. 

His eyes were incredibly dark and blank, as though there was no emotion in him at all. I was in such a shocked state that I didn’t know what to say or do - all I could do was just stare at Danny and the gun nozzle.

“Danny, what are you doing?”

“I guess you thought I was stupid,” Danny said. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about, Sean. I guess you got what you wanted.”
Patrick. He was talking about Patrick. Somehow he must have been spying on us. But where the hell did that gun come from? 

“Danny, I don’t know what you’re talking -”

He interrupted me by cocking the gun. When I heard that loud metallic click, I thought my heart was going to stop beating. As I looked into Danny’s eyes, it was like I was looking at someone I’d never seen before, a complete stranger - a stranger that was willing to kill me with no hesitation at all. 

“Danny, put the gun down.”

I didn’t expect him to listen to me, but he did. Danny pointed the gun away from me...and turned it on himself. Danny pressed the nozzle of the gun at his left temple. He took a few steps back away from me. His eyes still held that blankness, as though he was already dead inside and nothing could bring him back - not me or anyone else.

“Danny, what the fuck are you doing?” I screamed. I wanted to move and get out of the bathtub and try to stop him, but I felt scared and powerless. I didn’t know how Danny would react if I tried to stop him. I didn’t want either one us to end up hurt or dead - but somehow I knew that one - or possibly both us would end up seriously damaged or dead. “Danny, you’re not going to do this.”

“Why not?” Danny asked “You don’t care. You won’t have to see me again, Sean. Isn’t that what you want? And I won’t have to see you with him anymore. That’s what I want. Every time I look at you, I want to die.”

It was too late for me to move. Before I had a chance to get out of the tub, Danny had already pulled the trigger. I wasn’t prepared for the loud explosive noise that followed, or all the blood that splashed against the white walls. 

Danny was gone. His lifeless, bleeding body remained standing for a three brief seconds - and yet they felt like the longest three seconds of my life. Blood poured out of the open hole in Danny’s head like a broken faucet. The body that used to be Danny collapsed on the ground, in a pool of the darkest blood I’d ever seen. It was such a horrific and surreal sight that I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. I should’ve moved, I should’ve tried to help him - even though there was no way I could help him. I should’ve called 911 or do something. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare...all I could was just stare. 

* * *

“You can wait here all night,” Kevin said. “He’s not going to come.”

“Yes he will,” I replied, angry and fearful that Kevin might’ve been right, that maybe Patrick wouldn’t come. The fire still burned healthily in the fireplace. 

“Are you finished burning all your secrets yet?” Kevin asked.

“There’s not enough fire in this world that can burn them all away,” I answered, more to myself than to him. I was standing right in front of a roaring fire, but for some reason I still felt cold.

“It’s almost midnight,” Kevin said. “Shouldn’t he be here already? I mean, if he’s going to come for you and all. You would think he’d be here by now.”

When all the paper was burned, the fire started to die down. What had been a monstrous fire, turned to what looked like a candle flame in less than a couple of minutes. “Am I really that bad of a person?” I asked. 

“You’re less of a victim than you think,” Kevin answered.

“I’m afraid.”

“You should be,” Kevin said.

The flame extinguished, leaving behind a darkness so thick that it could almost be touched. Seconds later, headlights illuminated the living room and I heard a car approaching in the driveway. My heart skipped and I inhaled the smoke of my guilt. In the darkness, I heard Kevin say, “Well, I guess he did show up afterall.”