Gabriel’s plea had unwillingly unearthed a new layer. And now, Jonathan wasn’t fucking Elliot anymore. He was loving him. Gabriel squinted, his eyes glistening with emotion as he realized Elliot wept with happiness from under Jonathan’s loving kiss.
He began to shoot his load into his chest, his head snapping back in pleasure. And seconds later, Jonathan followed, his groans of pleasure muffled as his mouth remained latched on the boy’s lips. Then, finally, Gabriel’s hand started skimming over his stomach, spreading his cum all over himself, his eyes hazy and drunk. Jonathan twitched compulsively, his orgasm furiously exploding inside Elliot, unable to renounce.
Gabriel stood up and silently walked out, leaving his father and best friend behind. He walked outside, naked, the tropical night covering his skin with a warm breeze. He sat on a circular plank, facing the water, and fell back, stretching his body as he stared at the night sky. And soon, the most soothing, calm, and accommodating peacefulness flowed over him. He watched as the stars blinked unhurriedly, like heartbeats. Gabriel smiled. He closed his eyes, enveloped by the soft rocketing of the plank as it followed the water’s movements below, and was just about to fall asleep when his best friend’s muffled moaning broke from inside the bungalow. He chuckled.
Jonathan was fucking Elliot. Again.
The next day was uneventful yet somber as they finally packed everything and got ready to go home. They waved Sakda goodbye as they left the reception and caught the last transfer back to the airport, enjoying the ride and soaking in those last drops of tropical air. And despite the long flight home, there was little to no talking inside the plane. They mostly kept to themselves, sleeping, watching movies, reading, or listening to music. Enjoying that intimate, comfortable silence, they had fought so hard to achieve in the last few days. Peace reigned.
Only when the Uber finally parked outside Gabriel’s house, they unloaded the luggage, and the car eventually drove off did the three men finally acknowledge that their adventure was ending.
“I’m so jetlagged…I need my bed.” Gabriel expressed. “Bro, I’ll see ya tomorrow?” He asked, turning back for Elliot.
“Yeah, sure.” Elliot replied. “Dude, here!” He called, stretching his arm. He was holding Siddhartha, Gabriel’s book. His friend looked at him, puzzled. “I borrowed it on the plane…I was bored.” Elliot explained.
“Later, bro.” Gabriel yawned, walking inside.
Elliot picked up his suitcase from the floor before looking at Jonathan. His blue eyes lingered there, inside the studs gaze.
“Thanks…for everything.” He said, smiling.
“Sure.” Jonathan replied, returning the smile.
Elliot turned around and started walking down the grassy patch toward the sidewalk. Jonathan stood there, watching the boy walk away. But suddenly, he felt wrong. Something was amiss. Something didn’t feel right. And before he could understand what it was, his voice called.
“Elliot, wait.” He hollered just as the boy was disappearing under the neighbor’s bushes. Elliot turned back and stood there, waiting. Finally, Jonathan picked up his car keys from his pocket and approached him.
“Here.” He said, tossing the boy his keys.
“Thanks!” Elliot muttered. “I’ll bring it back tomorrow.” He said.
“No.” Jonathan said. “Drive to your aunt’s. Get your stuff. And come back to us.” He ordered.
“What…?” Elliot stuttered, his eyes fidgeting.
“This is your home now.” Jonathan informed.
Elliot’s face started to tremble, his eyes squirming with emotion. He dropped his suitcase on the floor and rushed to Jonathan, embracing him tightly. Elliot’s sobs broke out from under Jonathan, and he wept like a child who had just been given the greatest of joys. Jonathan’s hands gently brushed the boy’s hair, and he held him in his shielding embrace.
“I love you, kid.” He whispered. “We’re a family.” He said as Elliot’s fingers gripped his shirt, pulling it. They stayed there for a few moments before the boy finally pulled away, his eyes puffed. “Gabriel is probably asleep, but I’ll wait. Here’s some cash. Fill the tank. It’s empty.” Jonathan informed.
Elliot rushed for the car, and as he sat inside, he looked at Jonathan and smiled. Then, he drove off as the stud carried the boy’s suitcase inside the house.
Thirty minutes later, inside his aunt’s crippled house, Elliot packed four bags with 18 years of a rough life inside them. And yet, he was the happiest he had ever been at that moment. On the way home, he stopped at the nearest gas station, exited the car, and walked inside.
“Good evening!” An older man greeted him from behind the counter.
“Hey. 40 bucks on pump 4.” Elliot said, tossing the money over the counter.
“Passing through?” The man asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Nah, just came from a trip to Thailand.” He stated with a certain cockiness, feeling his oaths.
“Cool! That must have been quite the adventure! Was it worth it?” The older man asked as he grabbed Elliot’s change, closing the register.
Elliot stopped, his gaze lingering on the man as the images from their adventure flashed before his blue eyes. He chuckled, a smile pushing through before he finally replied.
“Absolutely.” He uttered.
As he stretched his hand to grab the coins, the store bell rang, and as the doors flared, three suspicious men strolled inside.
Outside the store, it felt like the quietest night in years until seven gunshots echoed through the desolated gas station.
Back at the house, Jonathan picked his phone up to look at the time when he heard knocks at the front door. As he stepped into the hallway, his eyes flickered, blinded by the solid lights coming from outside. He opened the door to find two cops standing at his doorstep.
“Mr. Grant?” One of the officers asked.
“Yeah…” Jonathan muttered, feeling his heartbeat race inside his chest.
“There was an armed robbery at a gas station nearby. We tracked one of the car’s license plates to this address.” The officer proceeded to explain.
“The kid… a kid was driving the car…” Jonathan stuttered.
“Do you know the boy?” The other officer asked.
“He’s my son’s best friend…” Jonathan mumbled, his hand holding the doorway as his body quivered.
Both officers looked at each other, their gazes bearing the weight of the words Jonathan now knew inevitable.
“The boy suffered two gunshot wounds to the chest. Unfortunately, he passed away before the paramedics could arrive at the scene. I’m very sorry, sir.” The officer reported, bowing his head as he offered his condolences.
Jonathan stumbled forward, his legs faltering as he reached for the porch steps, falling over them. He sat, legs spread and his hands over his head.
And then, the most roaring, growling, and anguished scream erupted from his chest as his soul mourned in lamentation, waking up everyone in the neighborhood, including Gabriel.
(To be continued…)