This is the story of Kyle and Jayson and as such, is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental.
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Kyle stood looking out the window at the waves crashing on the beach. The storm that was raging outside seemed like a direct reflection of his inner turmoil.
Where did I go wrong? He asked himself. He felt empty inside. The house felt empty. He turned and started walking through the house. His footsteps resounded in the emptiness. His mind wandered back, back to that day, less than a week ago when he came home early from work and found Jayson having sex with another guy.
I must have done something to drive him into the arms of another man. Did I not love him enough? Did I smother him? What did I do wrong? He collapsed into the nearest chair sobbing. The image of a naked man on top of an equally naked Jayson, thrusting into him over and over again in the middle of the living room, floor was burned deep into his brain.
The one thing that really bothered him about the whole situation was that Jay was never a bottom, which was fine, since Kyle loved being a bottom. Still, there was something about the way Jay just laid there, unmoving while the other guy screwed him. It was like when he'd see a show about a woman getting raped who finally surrendered to the inevitable, as if by submitting it would be over that much sooner.
Was that it? Was he being raped? I highly doubt it. He would have fought tooth and nail, and being that he could bench-press over 400 pounds, not to mention being a brown-belt in Tae Kwon Do, he could have easily overpowered and beat the shit out of his attacker. No, he allowed the sex to take place.
Still, when he pulled the guy off of him, he could have sworn Jay was crying. But that could be from being caught cheating. He stood up and started pacing. "So what do I do now?" he said to no one in particular. Maybe I should have given him the chance to explain. But what explanation could there be he" he wondered. He got out his cell phone and hit the speed-dial button for Jay, but couldn't bring himself to hit the talk button. He threw the phone on the couch, walked to the sliding glass door and looked out at the beach where the two of them spent many a summer's day, laying on the beach, taking moonlit walks and making love. "WHY?" He screamed and collapsed on the floor, crying.
Suddenly the phone rang. He looked at it angrily, furious at the intrusion. It rang again and again. Finally the answering machine picked up. "Hi, this is Kyle and Jayson. We're either not here or we're involved in something we're sure you don't want to know about. Please leave a message and we'll return your call as soon as we either get home or we're finished doing whatever it is that we're doing." BEEP. I've got to change that message. He mentally noted.
"Hey guys, its Tommy. We missed you at the ball game..."
He picked up the phone reluctantly. "Hey." His voice was a barely audible whisper.
"Kyle? It's Tommy. We missed you and Jay at the ball game last night." The sound of Kyle's voice finally registered. "Are you all right? Has something happened?"
After several false starts, Kyle finally told his best friend what happened. "I came home early a few days ago and caught Jay being screwed by another guy. I threw him out."
"Oh, my God, we'll be right over." Tommy said before hanging up.
"Andy, Kyle caught Jay cheating on him and threw him out."
"Holy sheep-shit Batman" Andy responded, total shock coloring his tone. "What in hell could have made Jay do something stupid like that? He's absolutely crazy about Kyle. It doesn't make any sense. How could it have happened?"
"I'm sure Kyle's asking himself the very same questions. But if I know him, he's blaming himself. We need to get over there and fast. I thought Kyle was kind of out of it the last couple of days, but never in a million years would I have suspected this."
"After five years, I wouldn't have suspected it either."
A few minutes later they arrived at Kyle's.
"I don't know what I did wrong. I did my best to please him, both in and out of bed. I even let him handcuff me that one time, even though I was scared and hated every minute of it. The only thing I can think of is that I'm too old, fat or ugly for him."
Tommy practically choked on his iced tea. "Puh-leeze, you're what, six-foot-three, two-hundred-twenty-five pounds? That's no where near being fat. I wish I had your body and your looks. You're drop-dead gorgeous. Not to mention those painted-on jeans you wear is enough to make even a straight man want to fuck your brains out. You are, always have been and always will be a super-hottie! Besides, twenty-nine is hardly old."
"Yeah, right" he sighed in disbelief. "I don't have six-pack abs, or chest hair, I'm blond and blind-as-a-bat without my contacts. I have blue eyes..."
"Gorgeous sea-blue eyes with the longest lashes I've ever seen." Andy interrupted.
Tommy lifted Kyle's shirt, revealing well-defined abdominal muscles. "And what do you call this?" he asked.
"Whatever," Kyle continued, ignoring Tommy, slapping his hand away, "and you know what they say about the intelligence level of blonds. I'm a total Twinkie. The guy that was screwing Jay had brown hair, green eyes and even his muscles had muscles. He was everything I'm not."
"Let's see...asshole, prick, cock-sucker, dickhead, scumbag, slime ball...yep you're right. He's everything you're not. Look, hon, there's one thing you absolutely are not, and that's a Twinkie! It wasn't your fault. It had nothing to do with you. You didn't do anything wrong. Jay did. He's the one who fucked up royally, not you! I know you're hurting. I - we - are here for you.
Kyle hugged him. "You don't know how much that means to me." The tears came again. Finally, Kyle let go of Tommy and fell back against the couch.
"Man, you look exhausted."
"I haven't been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Jay getting screwed by that asshole."
When did you eat last?"
"I don't remember. I haven't had much of an appetite lately."
Tommy looked over at Andy who already had his cell phone out and was dialing their favorite Chinese delivery restaurant. He ordered everybody's favorite dish then affixed Kyle with a stern look. "Dinner will be here in a half-hour and you are going to eat every bit of it." He said in a tone that didn't allow for any argument. Kyle just looked at him sheepishly and nodded.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Andy asked gently.
Kyle leaned back and was silent for a few moments. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, he sighed heavily then began to explain what had happened. "Monday afternoon I got a call from the curator over at the art gallery. He wants to do an exhibit of my paintings."
"That's wonderful. When's the exhibit?"
"In two weeks. Anyway, since I left right after my last class and came home to decide which paintings I wanted to show. I opened the front door and there they were screwing in the middle of the floor. I grabbed the guy around the waist and pulled him off of Jay. He yelled out like it hurt. I hope it did. I literally threw the guy out of the house through the front door, bare-assed naked, and his clothes out the back door. I don't know how I did it. I was so pissed. Then I called nine-one-one and reported a naked man running around my house."
Tommy and Andy snickered at the vision of a naked man running around the house looking for his clothes.
"Jay got up in my face and started screaming, something about not knowing what I had just done. I knocked him on his ass, told him to get dressed and get the hell out. After he left I moved all of his stuff out into the garage. All I can say is that I'm so very thankful that my parents left me this house."
"Did you get his keys?"
"No, but I did change the locks and the code on the alarm system."
The doorbell rang announcing the arrival of dinner. As the three best friends gathered around the dinner table, the conversation took a slightly different direction.
"So what are you going to do now? If you need anything, money, a shoulder to cry on, whatever, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you, but we can't be unless you let us. Can you manage the expenses of this place by yourself?"
"My parents owned it outright, so there's no mortgage to worry about. I set aside money from each paycheck to cover the taxes when they're due. With him gone, the utility bills won't be as much. Every light in the house won't be on and there'll be a lot less hot water used. I've got some money tucked away for emergencies, so I think I'll be okay financially. I really appreciate your offer though. Perhaps, if you guys are not busy after dinner you could do me a small favor?"
"Blow jobs and fucking are out of the question, but other than that, name it." Tommy replied, tongue-in-cheek.
"Would you help me pick out the paintings for the exhibit? I need fourteen of them."
"Okay. That would be fun."
After several hours the selection of over fifty paintings were whittled down to the required fourteen. Kyle said goodnight to his best friends drank some hot chocolate and went to bed. For the first time since the incident, he slept deeply.