Chasing Death

Summary: Out of millions of others, there were none like him. There was a fire in his eyes and despite his questionable intelligence, he was unique, he was Jeff.

Chapter 2

"That tour guide was an asshole matty! Making up that kind of shit about some innocent person just to scare me," Jeff fumed as he sunk lower into the beat up old seat in matt's car.

Matt blinked doe eyes, "Um, I don't know which one I should be more scared of; you thinking that man is innocent or you being mad."

Yeah, angry or pissed off Jeff lead to broken things. He had a shiny wrench he used to break things…because it was shiny.

"Matthew!" Jeff warned.

"No seriously, I mean Jesus on a paramour he was almost taller than the doors!"

Come to think of it the man was certainly tall. He could pass for seven feet easy since he was at least 3 heads taller than Matt's own six foot frame. Jeff shook his head to get the image out of his head. That was beside the point, looks could be very deceiving.

"I'm hungry," he said, deciding to drop the subject.

If possible Matt's eyes bugged out even more. "Oh no way dude I'm so not paying for you!"

"What, but why? You got money!" Jeff whined, insulted.

Matt snorted, "Not for long at the rate that you eat."

"You're mean!" the blond whined.

"Get over it rainbow,"

"Fuck you princess!"

"In your dreams ass clown," Matt thumped Jeff on the head, "Besides there's food at the house."

"But its going to take so long to get there an all we have is chicken. Chicken, chicken, chicken. Damn it I want beef!"

Jeff's mouth watered at the thought. All that juicy meat grinding between his teeth an only to be swallowed to shovel in some more. That sounded so good in fact that he started to drool a little.

"Ewe, stop that. You're gonna ruin my seat. Besides, this is not the BK bro; you can't have things your way."

The most reasonable thing to do at that moment was to stick his tongue out before screaming "FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME SYMORE!" at the top of his lungs. If you had of passed the pair on the high way one would be seeing the driving attempting to jump out the window and the passenger rocking back an forth singing.

II

The big day was nearly upon them. Matt would be leaving for Goldboro within days and their pops thought it would be a good idea to have a going away party for his eldest son. He invited the neighbors; the kids from school…hell The Legend even invited his dead wives ex-boyfriend to the event!

Jeff hung back from the crowd in the kitchen. It was kind of sad that this was being celebrated. Hell his brother could be sent off to fight and he might actually die yet everyone here was slapping Matt on the back like he was a fucking king of kings. His brother looked a tad bit antsy, but since Shannon had snuck some shine into the punch he'd be okay after another drink or two. Actually Jeff would be okay when he got finished with his current drink.

"Jeff, Jeff come over here!" someone called.

Oh joy.

III

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Labored breathing.

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…sweat running down his chest.

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Enchanting hazel green eyes, clouded, starred into his own jaded ones.

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…Fuck!

He stopped moving in the middle of his next sit up; trembling. Cock hard and besides the burn of his passion all he could feel was self loathing.

'Fuck I can't do this, its filthy and a sin, sin is wrong and its filthy.' he whimpered pathetically in his mind as his hand inched closer.

He stopped at the waist band on his gym shorts. Eyes clenching he moved to sit up. He couldn't do this here, alone, because it was a sin. He needed a warm body to do the work for him.

Walking into the open field off his sleeping quarters he spotted a group of newbie requites. A slow glint filled his eyes as he stalked closer. Partaking in the flesh with others was not a sin, even if they said no.

END2: TBE