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"Filthy creatures"
Maybe I'm a bad person for thinking about him that way . . . maybe I'm just curious about my options . . . maybe I want to make love to him . . . maybe I want to fuck him . . .
Barrett scratched the back of his ear thoughtfully as he scolded himself for his twisted ideas. He headed for Kitao's trailer, assuming Jared would be there waiting with him. Once he had arrived though, he only found Kitao lying alone in the dark. His eyes were closed and his lips were drawn into a straight line. Sprawled out with arms flung above him and legs stretched outward, he breathed slowly in short, shallow breaths. The veins and muscles beneath his smooth skin twitched and danced as he slept.
Damn, he called just a little while ago. He must have been tired to just pass out like this. Huh, where's the old fucker?
Barrett stared down at the black curls on his head and the tight and taunt skin of his arms.
Usually, that asshole is yelling incoherently about something or another by now. Huh, maybe he's dead.
Barrett smirked at the pleasantness of that thought. He always hated Kitao's father. A drunken, drugged up idiot completely consumed by different forms of lust. How disgusting. He never thought for one moment about other enjoyable things like stealing, playing video games, hockey, comic books, honey-baked ham. Barrett started to drool at the thought of hockey and ham.Without thinking, his hand ventured for that tight curl of black. He knelt down, not fighting the urge and wrapped it around his finger. Pulling gently down, he stretched the curl to watch it bounce back into place. Letting go of the beautifully silky hair, he stroked the side of Kitao's flawless face with the back of his hand. Then, to ensure the masculinity of this all, he lifted his hand up and back . . . and slapped him in the face. Kitao woke with a startled look then a calm nonchalant expression overtook him.
"Hey, Barrett," he yawned, wide-mouthed.
Barrett imagined for a moment sticking his dick into that round O of a mouth.
"What's up? Sleepy, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, a little. I don't know why. I haven't slept for three days straight but that can't have anything to do with it."
"Yeah, right." Barrett turned away for a moment to search quickly behind him for Kitao's dad.
"So, what were you doing when I called?"
Barrett considered telling him the truth. "I was fucking the shit out of some hot piece of ass but then a hotter piece of ass called me, so I immediately pulled out without cumming."
"I was just lying around my room," Barrett spoke finally.
"Ah, cool, hey, do you wanna play with my new playstation?"
"Sure," Barrett turned around again. "Hey, where's your dad?"
" I don't know. I think he said something about taking a walk, going to get some fresh air . . . something like that. So you wanna play?"
"Yeah. Hockey?" Barrett smiled.
"Of coarse." Kitao also smiled, his teeth sparkling white, which was odd for some trailer bum. Everything about Kitao's looks attracted Barrett. But Barrret wasn't gay . . . He wasn't. Not now. But he knew for certain that he would be . . . for one person . . . one person . . . for Kitao.
They spent most of the day playing video games and talking.
"Where's Jared?" Barrett asked with the controller firmly grasped in his hands.
"I called him earlier. He didn't answer. Must have smoked himself into a heavy fog."
"Ah. Then have you been by yourself all day?"
"Well, I came home around 5 A.M. after breaking into an electronic store a few miles down the street."
"Where were you before that?"
"I took a walk. A long walk."
"Just how long?"
"A couple of days long."
"I was wondering why I haven't heard from you." Barrett tried to sound natural even though he was concerned. They didn't speak for a couple, long minutes.
"So . . . why?" Barrett finally asked, not bothering to look at Kitao.
"I . . . I wanted to get out."
"You did?"
"Yeah."
"And you didn't take your skates?"
"Uh, how did you know I didn't bring them?"
"You said, 'walk' . . . " Barrett answered simply.
"Oh . . . yeah . . ." he sounded like he was going to blush but instead he shrugged and locked his gaze back on the television, also stolen a while ago.
"How far did you get?"
"What?" Kitao looked up.
"How far?" He asked again, persisting calmly.
"Oh . . . I don't remember . . ."
Barrett sensed his evasive and secretive nature exposing itself presently.
"How can you not remember?" Barrett's voice was tense.
"I . . . I got to Long Branch"
"Wow, good job," Barrett responded without looking at him, faking a lack of interest.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't trying for a record or anything." Turning away, he frowned at the trailer home.
There was dust and dirt everywhere. Papers scattered about, trash sprinkled on the floor and counter tops. A short overflowing trash can stood in a corner. A filthy mattress propped up against a wall. The muddy surface was covered by a surprisingly clean, white towel. Kitao leaned against it as he played. But Barrett didn't dare touch the nasty thing. It belonged to his father. Nasty, foul-smelling mattress for a nasty, foul-smelling man. That disgusting old man was the epitome of everything evil in the world or at least that was Barrett's opinion.
"So . . . you were just . . . laying around your room?" Kitao placed a scrutinizing gaze on him.
"Yeah . . ."
"Just . . . laying around?"
"Uh, yeah . . ."
"Aaaaahhh . . . "
"Don't pull that shit with me. If you think I'm lying then say it, god dammit!"
"Fine! Fuck! You're a lying sack of shit! I know you! You get bored so damn easily. You had to have been doing something. Why the hell do you have to lie to me! Just tell me it's none of my business and let it be the end of it. Just don't lie! How can I trust your ass when you're fucking around with me. If you rat on me about the stuff I've stolen, a lot of it for you! I'll-"
"Oh, shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your paranoid ranting. Yeah, so what I keep some information to myself. Leave me alone, you little bitch! We're not married, stop acting like a queer ass!"
"Fuck off!"
"I'll fuck you!" That shut up Kitao. Barrett started to sweat as he realized what he had just said. But he recovered with a sly smirk and a quick grasp of his balls.
"I'll take my big, massive cock and fuck the shit out of you."
"Shut up, man. I'd fuck you first." Kitao sneered.
"Naw, I'd grab your ass cheeks and just go to town."
"Whatever." Kitao un-paused the game and shook his head.
"I was having sex."
"What?"
"I was having sex with . . . your ex, Miranda."
"What! Oh, man, why! That bitch is nasty."
"I know but she's always on me and I was feeling horny so I took her."
"Man, you'll fuck anything in a skirt."
"Put on a skirt and we'll test your theory."
"Whatever. You're an ass wipe."
"Dude, I know you really liked her and all but she's a slut."
"So are you. But I don't really care anymore. I'm over her. She's a cheap whore . . after all, she dumped me because I didn't want her loose cunt."
"Yeah . . . she's not the best I've ever had."
"You're a dirty whore."
"And you're a clean little virgin."
"Who are you calling little?"
"You."
"Fuck you."
"Stop trying to invite me, fag." He smirked at him with his enchanting smile. As he tilted his head slightly the deep, shining red hair fell over one eye.
"I don't want to fuck you or your nasty whore. So, get over yourself. You think you can control people with your looks and bad boy attitude. Well, fuck that. You're not that great. And you don't rule my cock, so let the act go. You can't control me, Barrett. I know you too well, I know you better than you know yourself. So don't try to treat me like your little bitch for one instant."
"I'm not doing that." Barrett blinked at him, long lashes fluttering up then down.
"You're still doing it, you man-whore"
" Why, what do you mean?" Still he blinked and stared up at him beneath heavy lids.
"You man slut!" Kitao punched him in the face.
"Ah! Hey! That was a bit extreme!" He rubbed his cheek with an oddly lit up sneer. This sight somewhat disturbed Kitao. He didn't seem to really mind the punch in the face.
"S-sorry . . . I . . Are you okay?"
"Yeah." he nodded and smiled almost with some level of shame.
"So . . W-what do you want to do now?"
Barrett thought for a moment, placing a pale white hand on his pale white chin and cheek. His eyes darted around the trailer and they finally returned to Kitao's gaze. He continued to stare at him for another minute . . . Before slamming him in the face. Fist first, he tackled him, knocking his back into the wall.
"Bitch!" Kitao squealed as he got up and attacked Barrett back. They rumbled and rolled around for a while, having a fun fight until they both passed out on the floor of the nearly destroyed trailer home.
"W-w-well, th-at w-wass funn . . ." Kitao panted.
"Y-yeeaah," Barrett agreed breathlessly.
The two gasped for air as they stared at each other. A subtle smile was visible on Kitao's youthful face but Barrett's expression was completely stern as he thought. Kitao sighed deeply in and out as he stared at Barrett.
"W-w-what'ss uh-up?"
Barrett didn't answer, instead he leaned into Kitao and gently placed a kiss on his soft lips. Ever so slowly, he lifted his hand to caress Kitao's cheek. Barrett's lips massaged Kitao's for Kitao didn't move. He was completely motionless.
Taking a deep puff of the fat blunt, Jared's eyes crossed. He fell backward onto his bed as his back hit the hard mattress.
"Shit, I'm bored. I wonder why I haven't heard from the guys in a little while. Where the hell are they? Are they fucking each other's asses or something?"
He took another puff.
"Without me," he laughed through smoke. He scratched his crotch and turned his head to the left a bit.
"Hmm, bored . . . what do I usually do when I'm bored?"
He smirked to himself, answering his own question as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down slightly. His hand danced past the seam of his pants to grip tightly onto himself. Wordlessly, he started pumping. Furiously, he continued on until a knock came at the door.
"What?" He called, only pausing a second in his previous activity.
"It's Jason! Hey, Jared, have you seen my Justice league comic? I can't find it. It's not where I left it."
"How many times have I told you to get rid of that stuff! Only Dark Horse matters, you little bitch!"
"Have you seen it?"
"Are you accusing me of taking it," he called behind him, where the door was.
"No, I was just asking."
Just then, he got up, pants still undone, and ripped the door open, pulling his younger brother inside the room. He brought the door to a swift shut when he turned around and looked down on him.
"I think you are accusing me. Don't lie to me, you little shit."
"Jared," he started, fear overtaking his pupils as they grew.
"Don't look at me like that! In fact, don't look me in the eyes!"
"Don't hurt me, Jared."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to!"
"Please."
"Don't even bother begging ..."
"I'll tell Mom."
"You do it and I'll kill you."
"But-"
"No, really, I will kill you. Kill you dead. I will shove cotton in your mouth and shove you upside down. I will cut your wrists and hang you; make it look like a twisted little suicide. They'll say you just didn't get enough love." Jared took a step closer to his sibling as he gave him a sinister look up and down.
"But we know the truth, don't we, huh? We know you have so much love . . ."
"Jared?"
He flipped the younger boy's hair bitterly as he spoke, "Everyone loves you. Mom. All the neighbors. Family friends. All the kids at your little school. All the teachers. Every fucking one. Well, all but one. Not me. I don't love you at all. I hate you. I hate you."
The expression on Jared's face bore a painful hole into his vision. Despite it all, he always had loved his brother. He enjoyed his company when he wasn't to cruel. And his opinion on comics was fun to listen to. Truly, he wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes he just . . . didn't know what he was saying. Right? But he looked deathly honest. Those eyes, bloodshot and red, appeared cold and heartless. His brother seemed lost to him. Lost forever.
Fear was obvious in Jason's face as Jared stared down on him. He watched those green pupils shrink, expand and flicker with nervousness. The delicate skin in the corners of his eyes wrinkled and twitched. Jared felt a sudden burst of joy at the despair present in the innocent youth. A sudden burst of joy straight to his crotch. Evilly, a smirk invaded nearly all of the lower third of his face. Jason noticed and he quivered, anticipating violence on his body. Violence was not the aim, this time, though.
"Well, everyone loves you . . . maybe I should test you out and see just why. There's got to be a reason for it all. It can't possibly be just because you're a sweet little shit. Nope. I think you're a whore. You've been working your way into heart by getting into pants."
"What?"
Jared grabbed his sudden erection and continued speaking. "Why don't I get a share? After all, I am your brother, for GOD'S sake!"
"Oh my God," he breathed in inexpressible dread, now realizing his brother was coming onto him. Momentarily he shifted his gaze to the hard-on popping out of Jared pants.
"Ah, so I see you've noticed me, huh? You pervert."
"NO! I . . . I'm not a pervert! I was just . . . aah! Are you going to ... ? What are you doing!"
"Shut up," Jared spat into his ear as he threw him to the ground. He lifted him up again to toss him briskly into the wall.
"What do you want, you slut!"
"Nothing! Please don't hurt me!"
"Ah, boy, sex doesn't hurt, contrary to popular belief."
"No, no, NO!"
"Shut up!"
"Jared, no! That's wrong!"
"What the hell do I care about wrong? With you in the house, I'm always wrong. Just always wrong. You're such a fucking good kid. I just want to kill you. But instead I'm going to enjoy you like I know those other's have. You're a whore and you know it."
"NO, no, Jared, No, I'm not. I've never, don't, don't do this! Please! God will punish us!"
"Shut the FUCK up! I am punishing you!"
"NO! NO! NO! MOM! Help!"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up! Don't scream! Don't scream or I'll make it hurt more."
"How?"
"Just watch if that's what you want."
"No," he whispered, frightened.
"Good."
"Jared?"
"What?"
"Are you really going to do . . . what I think you are?"
"Just shut up. You'll see in a second, now, won't you?"
Jared grabbed Jason by the waist and pulled him close, sniffing his hair and rubbing his erection on his thigh.
"Oh, please, don't," Jason muttered.
"Shh," Jared cautioned as he placed a finger to his lips and that finger frighteningly close to Jason's lips. Turning around slowly, Jared brought Jason with him and laid him down gently onto the bed. Pulling his pants down only a little bit more, he played with the hem of his brother's pants. Looming over him, the body pressure weighed down on Jason's frail pre-teen body. He undid Jason's pants and pulled them down around his ankles. Shivering, Jason looked quickly at the door and spoke with uncertainty, "Um, the door, is uh, unlocked. Do you . . . want to uh, lock it?"
"Yes, why, thank you. I see you don't want to be caught like this, do you? Smart. But no one will hear about this. No one."
"Yes, I understand."
After getting up to lock the door, Jared came back to see Jason has readjusted himself on the bed. He had straightened himself out and he lounged uncomfortably, waiting for the inevitable.
"You know, you could have made a run of the open window, while I was closing the door."
"I know."
"Why didn't you?" Jared was curiously staring at the boy, standing above the bed.
"I didn't think I'd make it. And we live in the same house, if I escaped, it would happen again later. Maybe when I am sleeping."
"Ah, you're such a fucking smart boy."
"Don't. Hurt. Me."
"Don't worry," Jared sighed hotly into his ear as he leaned over him. "I'll be gentle."
Ever so slowly , Jared slipped Jason's underwear off while nibbling on his ear. Quietly, Jason whispered a prayer to himself with eyes tightly shut.
"God, spare Jared's soul. Save him. Save him from the evil he injects in his life. Save me from the sins he inflicts. The sins he has no better knowledge than to inflict. He doesn't know any better. Please, Lord, save us both. If that is not your will to save us both, then save him. Jared, alone. I love my brother. And I love my family. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. God, sweet God, save us."
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