A/N: Because of the response, I've decided to add another chapter to this… there may be more, who knows. This takes place the night after the events featured in the film.

(Gordie's POV)

There was no danger of my parents believing the story that I had been tenting out in Vern's back field. In fact, based on their reactions when I did come home, they hadn't even noticed that I was gone. That was fine by me. I had things to do before school started up anyway and sucks for me to say it, but I was so used to being invisible that if either of them had said anything it would've blown my mind.

Speaking of blowing, I still couldn't get what had happened in the tree house a few weeks earlier out of my mind. It was becoming my most frequent beat off fantasy, even pushing the photos from the skin mag I'd stashed between my mattresses into another part of my brain.

Since then, neither Chris nor I had talked about it and that was fine with me. I don't know how it was for him, especially since he had revealed that he'd wanted to suck me off forever. Not that I'd minded, but I still considered myself straight. The one thing I did know for sure was that I was not going to let what I assumed was a one-time encounter screw up our friendship. I knew that of the small cluster I called 'our gang', that Chris was probably going to be the only one I'd still hang with in a year's time. The others were all starting to seem a little juvenile to me, particularly Teddy and Vern.

I stared at my alarm clock again. 3:43 a.m. I had gone to bed around midnight, but I just could not get the events of earlier that day out of my head. Hell, every time I closed my eyes I could still see Ray Brower's dead face. That was still a little creepy to me. Sometime between Vern asking if I wanted to go see a dead body and actually seeing it, my whole mental state had changed. It had stopped being an adventure, or a thrill, or whatever you wanted to call it the same time I got up close and personal with a leech. Thinking back, Chris had looked like he would've helped me get it off me (and probably get me off too) if we'd been the only two there, but thoughts like that were not helping me sleep at all.

Somehow I think I did fall asleep because the next think I saw was Chris tapping on my bedroom window and my clock reading 5:02.

I blinked twice, wondering if this was another vivid dream.

"Let me in." Chris mouthed. It was then that I realized that it was raining again. Not as heavy as the storm a few weeks earlier, but still enough that if I didn't let him in he might catch a real good case of something.

It had been a warm night, so all I was wearing were my underwear but I was too tired to even care. I padded out of bed and let Chris in with the usual warning about my parents being across the hall and not to make too much noise.

Chris kicked off his shoes and dropped onto my bed. I really didn't have to ask what he was doing in my room, at this hour, instead of his own. This wasn't the first time Chris had hidden from his old man.

"Father drunk again?" I asked just in case it was something else.

"Yeah." Chris sighed. "Caught me comin' in and gave it to me good. Stupid thing was it wasn't for sneaking off."

"No?"

"Nah. He thought I'd stolen his whiskey." Chris turned to face me and I could see two scratches on the side of his face. I knew what had caused them, no questions.

"Turns out it was Eyeball." Christ finished. "Fucker didn't say anything… just stood there laughing while my dad used me as a punching bag."

"Son-of-a-bitch." I growled "I should've shot him when I had the chance."

Chris turned to look at me again with a sly smile on his face. Was it me or was Chris using that expression a lot more lately. "Gordie, you may claim to have the biggest in four counties, but there is no way in hell you would've shot my brother."

"Says you." I retorted, but both of us knew I wouldn't have pulled the trigger. Hell, I was almost pissing myself just holding the gun.

"Yeah says me. All wet end and no action."

Neither of us spoke for several minutes.

"How bad?" Finally the silence was too much for me.

"What?" Chris sounded far off in his own world.

"How bad are you hurt? I mean, I can get some stuff if you need it."

"Forget it… just a few bumps and bruises. Nothing a long-sleeved shirt won't cover." Chris shuffled down and even a lame-o like me could see that just moving was causing him pain.

"Chris, come on man. Let me help."

"No!" Chris shouted hoarsely. "Gordie, I know you're trying to help, but it'll be worse for you if my old man finds out that you know."

"I hate to break it to you, but the whole damn town knows about your father. Why the hell do you think everyone is frightened of him?" Sometime's Chris' tough-guy attitude could really piss a man off and it was getting to that point real fast due to my lack of sleep.

"Whatever. You mind if I sleep here?"

"No, but you're gonna show me how bad he hurt you first." I was determined to do something, but I need to see just how much pain my friend was in.

"Fine." Chris eventually conceded. "Go ahead and strip me if that'll get you off my back. My arms are still sore from trying to stop him."

"Sit up."

Chris did, but he was obviously in pain. I lifted the back of his shirt up and gasped. There were no fewer than six welts across his shoulder blades, four of which had cut him. I pulled off his shirt and threw it onto the floor.

Looking at Chris' back, the anger that I was only barely controlling bubbled up. I growled, animal-like.

"Gordie, it's okay."

"No, it's not." I said "He should go to jail for that."

"Like that's ever gonna happen." Chris sighed. "I told ya the whole town is pussy-whipped when it comes to Old Man Chambers."

"But still…"

"Gordie, you're my best friend right now and I want it to stay that way. Just leave it alone, man."

I didn't want to, and I doubted I'd be able to, but if that's what Chris wanted…

"Fine." I hissed through my teeth which we clenched to the point of hurting.

The subject seemed to be closed, and neither of us said anything for another long spell. This time it was Chris who broke the silence.

"Well?" He said

"Well what?"

"You gonna finish what ya started? I said you could strip me." That wry, evil look was back.

"You sure?" My chest started to pound a little and the extra blood was going right to my dick.

"Christ LaChance, you think I came over here just to show you a few bruises?" Chris leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. He tasted of beer and a hint of toothpaste.

Come to think of it, Chris had never taking refuge in my room after a beating. It was usually the tree house.

"But."

"Pussy… meow!" Chris whispered. The sound sent tingles down my spine.

Once more, the word pussy set my hands in motion. I quickly pulled off Chris's socks, and then quickly undid his jeans. To my surprise, and unadmitted joy, there was no underwear blocking the sight of his naked form. The jeans were quietly deposited on top of the other clothes so to prevent his belt from clanging on the floor.

I don't know if Chris was expected me to do something right away, but I was quite happy just looking at him. The patch of curly hair running from just below his belly button to where his cock lay against his thigh and just below that, his sack looking full and ready for some action.

I reached out and gently stroked his balls. Chris inhaled sharply, but thankfully didn't tell me to stop or any shit like that. In hindsight, why would he? Last time we'd been alone like this, we sucked each other off. What's a little groping compared to that?

The more I massaged him, the more Chris' breathing became heavier and more uneven. But I was more interested in what effect I was having on another part of him. To no one's surprise, it was not long before Chris was erect. The head of his cock was lying just above his navel, quivering as I continued to work his nuts.

At the same time I was playing with his balls, I was thinking about what else I wanted to do. Since our last encounter, I had been doing some research in to man-on-man sex. I knew that I wasn't ready to be fucked, but there were plenty of other things we could do. How to phrase it right was the issue. Shouldn't be a problem for an aspiring writer, right?

"You know Chambers, since you seem to enjoy getting beat, I think I'm gonna beat you too." I said in the most seductive voice I could muster at 5-something in the morning.

"Huh? What?" For the first time in a long time, Chris didn't look one hundred percent sure of what he'd gotten himself into.

"Yeah, man. I think I'm gonna beat ya… off." I added the last word and tried to hold back a laugh at the expression on Chris' face.

"Yeah? You think you can handle me like that?" Gone was scared Chris; back was arrogant Chris."

"Damn straight." I answered "Man, if can take all of you in my mouth, then making you explode with my hands will be no problem. Besides, I've always wanted see what your cum looks like."

"Then go ahead baby, I'm all yours." Chris put his hands behind his head and lay back down on the cool sheets, careful not to irritate the wounds on his back.

I'm all yours. That was one invitation I could not turn down. I rubbed my hands together three times, and then reached for him. I took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it from just above his nuts to just below where the head started, then back down to the base.

Chris sighed with contentment. It was nice to know that what felt good to me was also turning him on. I repeated the process for a good two minutes; each time bringing more gasps and sighs of pleasure from his lips.

"Fuck…" He sighed

Maybe next time…

I quickened my pace. Even though I was going faster than I usually went with myself, it still felt really good. I could only wonder how it felt to Chris. I got my answer when he started to raise his ass off the bed with each stroke. He was more fucking my hand than I was jerking up at this point, but I didn't care.

"Faster Gordie, please." Chris whined softly. "I need this so fucking bad right now."

"I know you do." At this point I was focusing more on his face than anything else and the expressions of happiness I saw were turning me on more that the eventual eruption I knew was soon to follow.

"Yeah…" Chris' voice faded into another contented sigh. I looked back down at his penis just in time to see him come. His penis shook with the force of his orgasm, covering my hand, his stomach, and some of it even landed on my sheets.

"Wow." I stroked him until I could see that he was finished. "You fuckin' knocked that one out."

Chris did not reply, which was cool. I was happy just to look at his flushed face, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead that matched the sheen on the rest of his body. He looked like the statue of a Greek God. (Without the cum stains of course!)

"Thanks, Gordie." Chris rolled his head to look at me.

"Naw man, thank-you. I now got enough material for a whole week of jerking off." I quickly wiped my hand on the towel I used for said jerking off and lay back beside Chris.

Chris smirked. "You want to use some of that right now?" He looked down at my groin. My own erection was still there, clearly outlined in my underwear. The wet patch was a dead giveaway as to what my answer was.

"You think you can handle me?" Cocky, wasn't I?

"Oh yeah… I can definitely handle you." In mere moments, I was as naked as Chris was. He wasted no time in doing to me what I had just done to him. The second he rubbed the pad of his thumb across the sticky tip of my dick I almost came right there, but I was able to hold on for a while.

I don't know how long he jerked me, but I do remember that I had to bite down hard so I didn't wake neighbors when I came.

"Holy… LaChance, if that's how you come, then you're gonna make some chick really happy."

I looked at the mess I had made. "Honest truth, Chambers?"

"Sure Gordie, what's up?"

I shook my head. I wanted to say what was on my mind, but I didn't want it to seem sappy.

"Never mind." Yeah, I was still confused.

"Gordie…" Chris said in his tell-me-now-or-else voice.

"It's just that… I dunno how to say this." My voice cracked. Cute, huh?

"Spit it out, LaChance." Chris grinned at me. I think he knew what I was trying to say, or maybe he was just being his usual pain in the ass self.

"Okay." I swallowed nervously. "I dunno what I'm doing, but I think I love you."

Chris grinned. Yup, he knew. "I love you too Gordie." He kissed me again. "But right now, I better get out of here before your folks wake up. I'll be back tomorrow night and we can talk seriously."

"You mean… what?"

"Tomorrow night, dude. See you later." Chris dressed and was out my window in seconds.

"Not if I see you first." I replied

I heard the thump when his feet hit the ground and then silence. I did manage to fall asleep and this time, Ray Brower was nowhere in my dreams.