Nonwhite Chapter Six Author: Keishi BIG FAT WARNING: Contains m/m relationships ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!
"Ah! Fuck, Sebastian!" Chasey collapsed onto Sebastian's splayed-out body, his own panting with the aftereffects of a mind-blowing orgasm. He felt his lover's hands on his sweat-slickened flesh, holding him gently. Laughing lightly, he managed to raise his head enough to kiss Sebastian; a slow, lazy kiss filled with love and currently sated passion. "That was amazing." "Mmm," agreed Sebastian, slowly stroking Chasey's bare back as his brown- headed lover lay across him. The Misfits' 'Dig Up Her Bones' played on repeat in the background. "I wish everyone could experience what we do on a semi-nightly basis." "Hell yeah," Chasey said, rolling off of the black-haired boy and stretching lazily on the bed. They were at one of the more upscale hotels in the city, celebrating two years of love, passion and each other. "Actually, I'd settle for just our friends getting to experience a fraction of what we have." "Well," Sebastian said slyly. "I may have done something to ensure at least one of our friends' happiness." Chasey looked up at Sebastian, brown eyes curious. Tracing one sun-kissed hand up his lover's paler stomach, he asked, "Oh? What did you do?" Sebastian's smile grew wicked. "Remember that porn tape of mine?" Chasey's eyes widened. "Not the one of us from last summer?!" "No!" Sebastian sat up, horrified. "God, no! I meant the one I got before we were together!" "Ohhhh, that one. Okay. What about it?" Sebastian grinned. "I gave it to Gade, told him it was a completely hetero porn." Chasey, too, sat up. "You didn't." "I did." Clapping a hand over his mouth, Chasey tried hard not to laugh. "D'you think it'll work?" Sebastian drew Chasey close, running his tongue along the column of the smaller boy's throat. "Here's to hoping." Chasey managed to nod, a soft moan already escaping his lips. -- Coming out of the school seemed like a dream apart from him to Gade. The sun was shining, the leaves just turning their burnt russet color, green still clinging tenaciously to the edges. He walked across the parking lot to his car and slid in effortlessly; the car started on one try and soon his favorite band was announcing their presence to the entire high school. He leaned back and breathed in the scent of motor oil, gas and other random smells a car badly in need of a tune-up emitted. Growling, his fist connected quite soundly with his dashboard, rattling it. The hula girl danced on, strumming her tiny guitar. "Why the fuck is this happening to me?" -- The soda was cold and flat, the taste oddly reminiscent of Mr. Clean. He sucked it down anyway, eyes scanning the busy mall. He was alone at the familiar food court table, something he had hoped and banked on. He didn't want to see any of the usual gang at that moment. Putting down his soda, Gade fished in his jeans for his cell phone, checking his voice messages. No new messages, the automated voice told him pleasantly. Flipping it closed, Gade sighed and grimaced at the offending silver marvel of technology. It could take pictures, record thirty-second movies and play games, but it couldn't make his best friend call him. Shoving it back down a random pocket, Gade stood up. He was about to walk out of the double doors at the end of the food court when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Red hair, darker than Drayne's and, as far as Gade knew, completely natural. The familiar head was lowered, the body crouched and holding itself by the bank of pay phones just across the promenade. Walking across, Gade gulped back the nervousness in his throat and hunkered down before the compact, curvy body. "You okay?" Red-rimmed hazel eyes stared up at Gade, as the girl wiped at her face hurriedly. She rose quickly, adopting an obviously defensive stance, arms wrapped around her torso. "What do you want?" The voice, normally deep and throaty, was raw and tear-strained. "I want to help, if I can," Gade said quietly, looking but not quite looking at the small girl. It was his, he guessed _former_ crush, Carly Thistleburg, looking about as disheveled as Gade had ever seen her. She looked beautiful. At 5'2", Carly didn't appear to be much of a threat to the world, but Gade knew from years of worshipping her from afar that she was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and could kick just about anyone's ass if need be. Part of Gade's attraction to her was because of just that. Carly snorted, the act decidedly unfeminine. "No one can help me," she said morosely. Gade stepped closer, giving them more privacy. He looked down at her from his 5'11" height gently. "Do you need a ride or anything?" "No," Carly said automatically, not looking up at Gade. For a moment, they just stood there. "Yes," she said finally, sighing. "Yes, if you wouldn't mind I'd really appreciate a ride." -- The pair rode in silence, Carly content to look out the side window while Gade stared straight ahead at the road. Still her arms wrapped around her tiny body, and Gade's heart went out to her each time he heard a muffled sniffle or saw another tear drip down her cheek out of the corner of his eye. "What happened?" Gade winced. He hadn't meant to just blurt out the question. "Why are you so sad?" he tried a bit more tactfully. Carly sniffed again, shifting her eyes to Gade's profile. "Turn at the next light," she said quietly. "I'm sorry about whatever happened, if that's any consolation." A laugh caught in Carly's throat. "Don't feel sorry for me; in fact, don't worry about me at all." The words sounded so disconsolate to Gade's ears. "Maybe I want to worry," Gade stated boldly, not daring to look across at her. As she directed him to her driveway, he saw a tiny smile light her features. Reaching across, she grabbed Gade's forearm and wrote something on it in felt pen. "You're alright, McKay," she said, still smiling. "Call me later, if you need someone to talk to. I have a feeling you're just as melancholy as I am, and they always say misery loves company." With that, she lifted up in the seat and pressed her lipsticked mouth to Gade's temple in a brief, friendly kiss. She was gone in a flash. Watching her race up the driveway toward the suburban ranch house, Gade couldn't stop himself from breaking out into a slow, hopeful smile. Maybe she wasn't the one he wanted anymore, but that was okay. Looking down at his arm, he traced the sprawling, loopy numbers with his eyes, seeing in them a much-needed kinship. Somehow he knew, Carly understood. -- Black ran in rivulets down the drain, dripping from a drenched mop of hair. Raising his head, grey eyes peered out between thick, wet locks of inky darkness. Water streamed down his face, and Drayne knew it wasn't all from his newly dyed bangs. The red was gone forever.
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