JC looked out the window of his motel room. The car he stole was haphazardly parked and now had a broken axel. He had dozed off a bit while he was driving and had gone over a large rock on the side of the road. Fortunately, the axel was all that he had broken. Injuring himself would have thwarted his plan of getting away from everything. But he imagined the look on Joey's face when they called him up and told him his ex-lover's body was spattered all over the road, and he laughed.
"He would feel like shit," he thought. "Bastard would deserve it, too."
JC sighed and mentally smacked himself for thinking about Joey again. But what the hell else was he going to do about now? He was stuck in a motel room until he could figure out how to fix the car, or perhaps until he had the chance to steal another car.
But thinking about Joey would just lead to...
*smack*
This time he physically smacked himself. "I'm not even gonna go there," he said aloud.
But the buldge in his pants wanted to go there. Go there like it had every night until he found out that those lusicous lips had been all over someone else, too.
Yeah, Joey had cheated on him. Right in the next room with Chris of all people. Chris, who had referred to JC as a 'faggot' even before he knew JC was gay.
"Who dressed you in those clothes, man. You look like a faggot," was the one he had heard most often. To walk in on Chris going down on Joey was definitely a shock, and in more than one way.
JC had ripped Chris off Joey in just seconds, and pounded the shit out of him. Joey stood there, like he had been zapped with a stunner.
Chris never said anything -- just wiped the blood off his nose and watched as JC punched Joey in the stomach as he walked out the door.
JC had flown out the door without a second thought. He walked until fortune sent him a car whose owner had left the keys in the ignition. In broad daylight, he smashed the window in with a rock.
JC clenched his fist as his erection became fuller in his remembered anger. Giving in, he tromped off to the bathroom, unzipped his pants. He held his penis for a moment before jerking off. As he came, he pounded his other hand into the wall, knocking off a lame picture of a mountainscape.
Sated yet feeling guilty as hell, JC slid to the floor, and just for a moment, considered going back.
End.
Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/1/00, with the words axel, faggot, thwart, luscious, stunner.
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