Chapter Ten: Alone
WARNINGS: Nudity, language
The day finally arrived that Mac would have his cast removed. His father reluctantly drove him to the hospital. This was nothing new to him, Mac was pretty sure he had broken every bone in his body at least once. He was relieved that finally he could walk again.
"Hey dad… I'm gonna skate home, okay?"
His father grunted in response and Mac retrieved his board from the back of the truck, riding off in the opposite direction his father sped out of the parking lot. It took Mac about an hour to get home, and when he did he was exhausted. Lying in a hospital bed and being on crutches so long took its toll on him, and he had to get back into shape.
But that was the last thing that was on his mind…
"Brodi…"
One year later:
Mac stirred in his sleep, moaning softly and rolling over onto his stomach. "Brodi… I… ohhh…" He started rubbing himself against his bed in his sleep, his moans growing louder and ending with a loud, pleasured cry as Mac released himself inside his boxers.
"Oh shit…" He had awoken and rolled over on his back to find a wet, uncomfortable sticky mess in his boxers. "Brodi… you make me so fucking horny…" He sighed and looked over at the clock on his bedside table. 6:31 AM. Mac managed to drag himself out of bed and into the bathroom, stripping himself of his boxers and t-shirt and stepping into the hot shower.
God… Brodi, I wish you were here… I can't stop thinking about you. It's been so long, and I'm so lonely… it's driving me insane, Brodi… Mac closed his eyes, deep in thought. He couldn't get the man he loved off his mind. He wondered if Brodi had found someone else, forgotten about him, or lost interest in him. But he'd find out soon, it was November and time to make his return to the SSX circuit. And be with Brodi again… Brodi…
Mac repeated his name over and over again in his head. Brodi was the only thing Mac ever thought about. His grades in school were horrible, he had no real friends, even though he was hugely popular, and everyone was always asking him why he refused to date any of the girls who chased him.
He didn't even end up washing before he turned off the water and got out of the shower. His wet hair hung before his eyes, he hadn't bothered cutting it in the year he had been home. Besides, he liked it longer anyways.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Mac walked out of the bathroom and into his own room. He closed the door behind him and stood before his mirror, letting the towel around his waist drop to his feet. Mac gazed at his own naked body, deep in thought. He had lost a lot of muscle in the last year, he hadn't worked out nearly as much as he used to, and it was taking its toll on him.
Mac hung his head and sighed, turning away from the mirror and collapsing on his bed. As much as he was looking forward to returning to snowboarding, he was scared. Deathly scared. He would have to face those who had beaten and hurt him again; he would have to compete against them, be near them… the thought made him sick. He needed Brodi there with him. Brodi was the only person who could comfort him and make it all better. But Brodi wasn't there.
"I gotta get out of here…"