Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ First Time ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Metalic

Chapter 12- First Time

I think we've been driving for at least three hours now. I feel like shit, Tom looks like shit, and these stale potato chips I'm eating taste like shit. Dunno why I keep eating them, the salt is stinging my tongue and there's pieces of chewed potato chips stuck in my teeth. But I guess it's because there's nothing better to do, so I just keep shoving them in my mouth.

Apparently, we're on our way to a town located along the borderline of eastern Wisconsin where a guy named Joe Castro lives. He's a psychotic bisexual pervert that will do anything for a good lay, and also one of Tom's good friends. Tom has some weird fucking friends, compared to these other ones, Brady could almost have been considered normal. Anyway, in the words of Tom, Joe is practically in love with him in bed and so as long as he gets what he wants he'll probably let us stay a night or two. He didn't sound very happy when he said it, and I can't blame him, he's talking about whoring himself to a psycho so we have a place to say. I'm a little freaked out, but also grateful, because in a way he's doing it for me too. Or maybe not, but whatever, it's nice to know he's doing something he doesn't want to do that will benefit me.

I watch curiously as he pulls out his cell phone. It's the first move he's made besides turning the steering wheel for about an hour and a half.

“Who you calling?” I asked.

“Joey,” He sighed. “He's not a fan of surprises, especially ones like this,” He sighed. I felt sorry for him, he definitely didn't look happy about this whole deal, and I wouldn't either. I'm sure we could stay in a hotel though, I mean, now that we're far from any place he'd be recognized in. But I suppose it's up to him, it's his money, his car, and his ass, his everything, I'm just tagging along.

I watch him dial the number and then put the phone on a stand next to the glove compartment. Convenient, it's probably easier to drive and talk on the phone when you don't have to hold the damn thing. It must be on speaker phone, though, so I stop my crunching and try and keep quiet, I don't know why, I just really, really don't want to say anything to this guy. The way Tom described him he sounded like a real creep, yet he still mentioned the two o them being friends. Weird.

“Hello?” There was finally an answer after the constant ringing. The voice was completely normal, I expected something scratchy and creepy, like Gollum or someone, but it was just an average voice.

“Hey, Joey, guess who?” Tom seemed to force a smile. I don't know why, it's not like Joe could see him through the phone. There was a long pause in which I suspected Joe was trying to match a name to the voice he heard, before he finally answered.

“Tom,” I could hear his grin in his voice. Evil, evil sounding voice. Sure it was normal before, but all of the sudden it had changed. I looked at Tom, he was a little pale, and not moving.

“Yeah, I have a favor to ask of you,” Tom began, I heard him swallow.

“Mmm?” The questioning, almost suggestive answer came through the phone. I think I shuddered.

“A friend of mine and I need a place to stay,” Tom sounded a little firmer now. “One or two nights, I can supply my own food, just somewhere to sleep. I… I can pay too,” He gulped.

“Friend?” I froze at the sound of that word coming through the phone. He's talking about me, dammit, and the sound of his voice, it's like sex. Not good sex, it's not like Tom's sex voice, it sounds like the kind of voice you'd hear right before getting raped. And he only said one word!

“Yeah, friend,” Tom seemed to tense a little more, hands clenched on the steering wheel.

“Pretty friend?” The voice cooed. I scowled at the phone and Tom snatched it up and brought it up to his ear, turning off the speaker. I'm half relieved, half curious, not being able to hear what that bastard is saying about me anymore.

“I can't decide your opinion on other people,” Tom said simply. I heard the small sound of a voice coming through, but I couldn't understand a single word of it. Tom paused a moment and then looked at me. “Yes,” He said, and then turned back to the road.

Another pause. “Yes,” He said again… pause… “No.” He said firmly. “No, Joey,”

God, I really want to know what they're talking about now.

“I'm bringing FK along too,” He added. “Okay, thanks,” Nod. “Yeah, I'll see you in about an hour,” He nodded again. I looked at the clock, it was about two o'clock. “Bye,” He said and then hit the end button on the phone, shoving it back into his pocket.

“That guy pisses me off so much sometimes,” He gritted his teeth.

“Creeps me out,” I nodded.

“Me too,” He admitted. “But sometimes I feel sorry for him, his birth father used to rape him like a maniac when he was just a kid…” His breath hitched and he stopped. “Probably shouldn't have told you that,” He mumbled.

Hm, a kid being raped by his dad, where have I heard that story before…?

“Anyway,” He spoke up again and I lost my train of thought. “We got a place to stay, and this time you'll have a bed all to yourself,” He scratched the back of his head.

“But you won't,” I blurted out.

“No,” His voice was small. “Guess I won't, but it's okay, I really can't sleep that well unless it's with someone anyway,” He threw me a smile, but I could tell it was once again forced. “I mean, I'm used to… well, you know, but this guy can get really rough. Biting, clawing, and it takes him forever to come, I've usually done it about three times before…”

“Tom,” I interrupted. I really don't need to hear all about it.

“Sorry,” He sunk into the seat.

“Can't we just stay in a hotel?” I suggested.

“Not when there's another choice,” He nodded his head back and forth. “I don't have that much money, and they can track us through hotels. Not to mention Joey would be really damn pissed if I decided to stay at a hotel after getting his perverted little hopes up,” He slouched even more. “Trust me, it's okay, you don't worry about it,”

I huffed and crossed my arms, pressing my forehead against the window. He might be okay with it, but I'm not. Maybe I'm jealous, maybe I don't want him sleeping with another guy. Maybe I know I won't be able to sleep knowing what's going on in the other room. Maybe I'm just worried about him, the fact that he is obviously not okay with the whole idea and is ignoring it. I don't feel like saying anything or munching on anything for the rest of the ride. I just sat there with my head against the window the whole time.

I had a feeling we were getting close when the streets were no longer lined with restaurants and mini malls, but houses.

“It's a little shitty looking green house,” Tom said. “One of these,” He mumbled. I think I saw it as soon as he said that.

“There?” I questioned, pointing and turning back to him. He nodded and the car swerved into the driveway, rolling up next to a shiny black truck, one that didn't match the house at all.

“Well, here we are,” Tom sighed and shut the car off, putting it into park. I nodded and shoved my door open, anxious to get out of the car, but not necessarily to get in to the house.

“Look, it's just two days, three at most, bare with me okay, Fox?” He said as we walked up toward the door, him a few steps behind me. I stopped once I got up to the door. “Fox?” He questioned.

“Okay,” I grunted, avoiding eye contact.

“He's not going to murder us or anything, give me a break,” He grumbled and knocked on the door. I stayed back with my arms crossed. The door flung open almost immediately after Tom had knocked.

“Tom,” The man in the doorway purred. “Tom's friend,”

My jaw fell open. He was hot, not overly, but it wasn't want I expected. He had a cigarette sticking out of his full and plump lips, and he smelled like smoke. He had a well-defined chest, seeing as he wasn't wearing a shirt, muscles, pale skin. His hair was a bright red, almost looking as though it were dyed. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I mean, the big ripped guys aren't really my type, but I expected a skinny little creep with a hunchback. If there was one word that could describe the way he looked, it was dirty, but in a good way.

“Come in,” He stepped out of the way and extended an arm, a classic horror movie welcome into a haunted house. Tom walked in right away, and I followed hesitantly, making sure I kept my eyes on Joe's to make sure they didn't wander or anything.

“How've you been?” Tom asked. I kept my eyes squinted, switching from Tom to Joe, and back of forth.

“Can't complain,” Joe shrugged, he took Tom by his wrist and pulled him into a hug. I almost gagged, they were hugging, Tom was hugging him back, they shouldn't be hugging!

“This is?” Joe released Tom and smirked at me.

“Fox,” Tom stepped back and put a hand on my shoulder, it felt almost protective there. “This is Joey Castro, and Joey, this is Fox Murphy,” He nodded.

“Fox,” Joe repeated and stepped up toward me. “Cute,” He was about to take another step, one that would put him only a half an inch from me, but Tom pushed an hand against his chest and gave him a warning look. Joe's eyes narrowed at him for a moment but then he turned back to me, and poked my lips.

“You smoke?” He asked. I nodded my head back and forth. He shoved his cigarette in between my lips anyway. I gasped, crossing my eyes to look down at what had been placed in my mouth, in doing so I actually breathed in. I felt the smoke fill my lungs but didn't even think to breath out. I spit the disgusting stick out and started coughing and gagging.

“Joe!” Tom snapped, putting his arms around me with one hand under my neck in concern.

“He'll live,” Joe shrugged and turned around. I wiped the drool off my mouth when I was able to stop coughing and glared at the back of his head. I'd love to kick his ass right now, but when I think about it, I'd probably end up the one with the ass kicking. So I keep my distance and just keep glaring.

“All right, well, you two get your stuff and then I'll show you where you'll be sleeping,” Joe nodded. Tom nodded back and started prodding me out the door, I went, practically stomping onto the porch.

“I can't believe you hugged him,” I scoffed.

“What, are you jealous?” Tom laughed. “Really I was expecting you to beg me to get a hotel room or something,”

“I should,” I barked. “I mean, where the hell did you meet this guy anyway?” I threw the back seat door open and crawled in to get my stuff. He paused for a moment, quiet as he opened the trunk.

“Long story,” He shrugged and pulled his own suitcase out.

“Well,” I crawled back out of the car and onto my feet. “What if he really hurts you, what if he goes all psycho and decides to rape us both to death?” I leaned up against the car and he moved in front of me.

“Hey,” He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. “He's a little crazy, and a desperate perv, but like I said, he is my friend. Trust me a little will you?” He looked me in the eye. I nodded and he kissed me again, once on the lips and then on the forehead.

“And I'll make sure he doesn't touch you,” He patted me on the upper arm, picked up his bag, and head back toward the door. I sighed and did the same.

“C'mon FK!” Tom whistled and motioned with his hand. I looked back and saw FK jump into the back seat and then out of the car, running up beside Tom, panting, tail wagging.

“Isn't this Brad's dog?” Joe said as FK raced past him into the house.

“Brady's dead,” Tom said idly, walking into the house as well. “It's Brady, not Brad. You could at least say his name right now that he's dead,”

“Whatever,” Joe shrugged and took a puff of the cigarette. He watched me with this unreadable, yet spooky look as I walked into the house, passing him.

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Joe has been behaving himself or the most part. He seems a little anxious though, and he's got a big smile on his face like he knows some big secret. He keeps indirectly hinting to what he knows he's getting tonight, and it's pissing me off, because I can tell that Tom doesn't like it. And I can tell that he knows Tom doesn't like it but he obviously doesn't care. Some friend.

It's about nine o'clock, and it seems like Joe's just waiting for someone to mention something about going to bed. I'm gritting my teeth and Tom is rubbing his hands together nervously as Joe goes on about a fight he had with some guy at a bank, as well as how he cut the guys throat later on when he caught him alone without any witnesses. I shuddered, at the thought of it. How can Tom really trust this guy, I mean sure, I know Tom's killed people too, but not like that. Or has he? Come to think of it I still don't know much about him, it's like he's purposely keeping everything from me. Suddenly I feel a tad less sympathetic for him.

Well, no, but I wish I could.

FK is lying next to the chair that Joe is sitting in, her foot rested on his shoe. She seems to like him a lot, that traitor.

“You know, I actually planned on killing you when we first met,” Joe implied, leaning forward in his seat and folding his hands.

“I know,” Tom nodded and shrugged. “Knew then too, that's why I ran,”

“Ran my ass,” Joe laughed. “You were limping so horribly I could have caught you easily,”

I squinted as I listened, trying to interpret what they were saying, find out exactly what they were talking about.

“So why didn't you?” Tom asked.

“Figured I'd see you again,” Joe leaned forward even further and put his hand on Tom's thigh. My eyes narrowed even further and I clenched a fist, ready to get up and do something when Tom didn't push him away. I had to watch, I had to sit there and watch as Joe stood up and leaned over Tom, who was obviously trying not to look scared. He's not doing it very well, which is bad because Joey seems to like the fear in his eyes. FK watched them curiously as did I, stupid dog didn't know what the hell was going on. She should have bit Joe's ass off right then, but she was going to leave it to me.

Joe inclined forward and pushed his lips against the side of Tom's neck. I had to grip the arm of the chair I was in just to keep from getting up and ripping Joe to shreds.

“Stop,” Tom put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Not now,” He said seriously. Joe scowled at him but obeyed, pulling away and heading into the kitchen with an angry pout in his eyes.

“What did he do to you?” I asked as soon as he was gone, referring to their conversation.

“He raped me,” Tom shrugged and slouched. “That's how we met, I mean. I was just… walking home, and he pulled me into the backseat of his car and just full out raped me,” His hand was shaking.

“Then why the hell are you friends with him!” I scoffed, speaking a little louder than I should've.

“I met him later on that year,” He sighed. “Picked me up again, but this time he was just giving me a ride, apologized too. Blamed it on beer.” He continued. “He was acting really sweet back then, he said he wouldn't hurt me, and he didn't. I didn't have anything at the time, I'd just gone through a bad break up. He was like my dad for a while. Never hurt me again, but he was good at talking me into consensual sex,” Tom scratched the back of his neck.

“He raped you,” I scowled.

“Yeah, I'm aware of that, Fox, thank you,” He rolled his eyes.

“He's going to do it again tonight,” I implied. “If you don't want it, it's rape, Tom, even if you let him, even if you think you're giving him a good reason, If he was your friend he wouldn't…”

“Would you shut up, please?” Tom interrupted. “You don't know shit, Fox, and I didn't bring you along to be my personal portable adviser,” He got up from his seat and trudged into the kitchen. Leaving me alone with FK looking at me with big accusing eyes.

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. We shouldn't ever have come here, this is stupid, I should have said something sooner. We can afford a hotel room, can't we? Or even sleeping in the car again would have been better, this whole idea was bullshit from the start. How could he even think that this was a good idea? There's got to be some way around this.

I got up from my seat, and when toward the kitchen the way Tom went, but froze as soon as I turned into the room. Tom was pushed up against the wall, Joe's hands down the front of his pants and his mouth traveling all over his neck. Joe ignored my presence, but Tom turned and saw me standing there, the look on his face blank. He grunted and looked away, wrapping his arms and legs around Joe's body. I looked closer and saw that Joe wasn't just sucking and kissing his skin, he was roughly biting and chewing, pulling chunks into his mouth. There was a loud groan from one of them, I think from Tom, and then Joe started dry humping him up the wall through his pants.

“Bed,” He whispered in Tom's ear and then bit down hard on it. I gulped, realizing that somewhere along the wait my pants had become a little tighter. How the hell can I be getting of on this? I standing in the doorway, right where I can be seen, watching my friend get molested, and knowing it's going to lead to rape. It's disgusting, but so fucking erotic the way they do it, I can't help it.

Disgusted with myself, I turn away, rushing away from them and into the room that Joe had told me was mine.

I lean against the door and breath heavily. I can't believe I just left him there without saying anything, but it's not like that's going to do any good anyway. He won't listen to me, if he's going to put himself through this, then there's nothing I can do. Not until tomorrow when I can bug him about it again.

I sigh and carry myself over to the bed, crawling under the covers and trying to ignore the feeling in my pants. I can hear moans though, sounds, things being smashed around, pounding and banging on the walls. I hate to admit it, but this is only making matters worse in my pants, I can't help but imagine exactly what's going on out there. It's Tom's fault, if I didn't know that he was involved it would turn me off if anything. But I know his voice, I can pick out his moans, and most of them are his. I just can't help but think how much I'd like to be the one making him do that.

Sealing my eyes shut I let my hand sneak down to my waist, underneath the rim of my pants. With the tips of my fingers, I gently stroked the hard bulge that lie obviously there. I let out a little wine, simultaneously with one of Tom's moans from the other side of the wall.

“Shit,” Quickly I removed my hand from my pants and unzipped my fly, undid my button, licked my lips. I feel so damn guilty, I'm about to jack off to this, to Tom's pain in the other room, but it's too late to turn back now. I pull my pants down slowly, just halfway down my thigh, just low enough. Losing patients, one of my hands slid down the front of my boxers while the other started trying to pull them down. My right hand wrapped around my cock and I arched into my own touch, as even I wasn't expecting it. I let out a long breath and started moving my hand up and down, the other gripping the sheet.

I heard a loud wine, almost a scream from the other room and bit down on my lip, pumping faster, trying to coax out my climax, just to get it the hell over with. I found my left hand sliding up and down my own thigh, caressing my own skin, god I feel selfish. Another moan bounces off the walls and I let out one of my own right after, circling my thumb around the head of my cock. My whole body cringes when I feel something wet drip out over my hand. My eyes seal shut, my breath picks up as does the pace of my hand, I bite harder down on my lip, and the hand that was formerly rubbing my thigh has wondered up and across my stomach to my chest.

I hear thumping, it's almost like a rhythm, each beat coming in after the same amount of time as the last. I start pumping to the same pace as the thumping, thrusting into my own hand and writhing around on the bed. The pulsing in my cock becomes more intense, and I can feel it coming. There's a loud, painful shriek from the next room and I come as I hear it, the white liquid spurting out of my head, splashing all over my stomach, my thighs, and the formerly clean sheets. My head falls back against the pillow and my right hand down on the mattress beside my waist. I can still hear the thumping, but I drift off to sleep only moments after pulling the covers back up over me.

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“Hey, Fox, come on,” I wake up to Tom's voice, and to him violently shaking me by the shoulder. “You're not the one who had a rough night, get up already,” He order. I grunted and rolled over and groaned, pulling the blankets further up and over my head. They were fully ripped off of my not long after and tossed to the side.

“Oh,” I heard surprise in Tom's voice. “Maybe you did have a rough night,” He stepped back away from the bed. I didn't know why at first, until I realized my waist area was a bit colder than the rest of me. I opened my eyes and looked down my body length to see that both my pants and boxers were pulled down to my knees.

“Shit!” I reached down and yanked them both back up to my waist. “I'm sorry, Tom!” I looked up at him, not bothering to button my pants, just holding the two ends together.

“I think you should apologize to Joe,” He nodded. “It's his bed you soiled,” He shrugged.

“But I…”

“No,” He turned away. “Get up, we have shopping to do,” He ordered.

I felt horrible, last night I'd jerked off to his misery, hearing him being raped in the other room, I'd gotten off on it. Now he knows, damn it, and I think he's mad at me, I would be too.

I zipped and buttoned up my pants and threw the blanket off of me. Some of the cum must have gotten into my boxers, because they feel somewhat crusty, and I desperately need a shower.

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When I was clean enough to be satisfied and dressed, I came out of my room and went into the kitchen to the site of Tom standing at the stove, making breakfast or something. I couldn't really tell because Joe was standing behind him with his arms wrapped around Tom's waist, and his lips on his ear. They had their backs to me, and I hadn't been seen yet.

“Wouldn't mind dating you,” I heard Joe mumble and I scowled, deciding I wasn't going to let my presence be noticed until I heard a bit more of this conversation.

“I would,” Tom replied. “I don't date, and you know that,” He said firmly. “Now get of my way so I can get some water,” He ordered.

“Well then what's that little shit hanging around with you for?” Joe leaned against the counter next to the sink as Tom filled a pot with water.

“I told you, he's a friend, that's all,” Tom insisted. “Same as you,” He added. My jaw fell open, he was placing me at the same level as that son of a bitch? Asshole.

“You don't even like me,” Joe's eyes narrowed.

“Yes I do,” Tom sounded sure, but I had a feeling he didn't look that way. “Move,” He snapped, Joe got out of his way again.

“No you don't, I'm not an idiot. Why should you after all?” He questioned.

“Honestly, I don't know,” Tom said casually. “But I'm not liking you so much at the moment because you keep getting in my way,” He looked like he almost shoved Joe out of the way, but stopped himself.

“You're afraid of me,” Joe insisted, taking a step forward. “Hard for you to admit though, because the great Tom Curtis isn't afraid of anything,” He leaned forward into Tom's ear. Tom just stood there, ignoring him.

“Except a broken heart,” Joe mumbled. At least, I think that's what he said, couldn't really understand him.

“Go away,” Tom grumbled. Joe just laughed and nuzzled Tom's sideburn, biting down on his ear.

Deciding this was a good time to step in, I cleared my throat. Tom looked back with a blank look on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He said rudely, seeing as had I not stepped in I don't think Joe would have stopped his molestation.

“Heard you had fun last night,” Joe grinned at me.

“Nice to know,” I grumbled. “What are you making?”

“Food,” Tom replied dryly.

“He's making bacon, eggs, pancakes and coffee,” Joe clarified, he picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite of it. “Want some?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes.

“Then you have to give me a kiss,” He winked. I was about to protest but Tom got to it first.

“No,” He said plainly. “I made the food,”

“Yeah well it's my food, I bought it, and I say he can't have any unless I get a kiss,” Joe insisted.

“Fox, I'll buy you McDonald's later,” Tom said. Joe let out a low growl and took Tom by the wrist, swinging him around and pushing him up against the counter.

“Shouldn't fucking test me,” He spat.

“I told you, you wouldn't touch him,” Tom spat right back. “When I tell you shit like that don't expect to weave your way around it,” He glared.

“Too bad you don't have anything over me,” Joe pushed him harder against the counter. “Now, if I can't get my kiss from him, I'm going to have to get it from you,” For some reason, it didn't sound like Joe was just going to kiss him.

“No,” I cut in. “It's okay,” I insisted and stepped forward. Joe dropped Tom and turned to me, Tom gave me this deadly look.

“Fox,” Was all he said. Joe was right in front of me, I titled my head back cupped his cheeks, and kissed him. Just a short bit on the lips, enough I hoped to satisfy him. I was glad he didn't try to go any further, because I think I'd stayed there long enough for him to have done so.

“There,” I shrugged. With that I went around Joe and took a piece of bacon off of a paper towel next to the stove and popped it into my mouth.

“Wasn't so horrible to watch, was it Tommy boy?” Joe teased. Tom just glared, but not at him, at me. I had a feeling that I was in trouble… damn it.

A/n- Is it hot in here?

I liked this chapter, and on top of that I think it really made up for the last one. It's two-hundred and sixty-six words over my average minimum (the last one was under) so while it's not long, it's decent length. Long enough to satisfy me anyway.

Joe Castro is actually a play on one of the characters from my very first novel, back when I was about eleven years old. He has the same name, personality, just about the only thing that's different is that he's bisexual. I somewhat like his character, even though he's not exactly a good guy.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews despite my low self-esteem (or whatever you'd call it) concerning the last chapter x3.