Chapter Thirteen - Make Love and War
by Jeff Wilson
Craig Mitchell wasn't sure what to expect when he opened his apartment door and found Dustin smiling at him the afternoon after Dr. Reilly's funeral. Dustin had gone, of course. Though he didn't feel very welcome by anybody except Billy. Brett noticed him and scowled. He also got some looks from a few people who had obviously remembered that he had punched Nate in the middle of the viewing the night before. Sitting in the last row, it was easy to slip out right at the end of the service without having to talk to anybody. He quietly walked out at the end of the last prayer and was on his bike and gone before anybody noticed. Nobody wanted him there anyway. So he found himself knocking on Craig's door that afternoon. It was the first time he'd ever gone to his next door neighbor's door for anything. So it came as a surprise to Craig to find Dustin on his doorstep. "Hi." Craig said. "You want to have some fun?" Dustin asked. "What kind of fun?" Craig asked. "Whatever you want to do." Dustin replied. Craig smiled. "Come on in." Dustin walked into the apartment and immediately recognized the smell that he'd tried so hard to smother in his apartment. It was much stronger in Craig's apartment. Craig sat down on his couch and Dustin joined him. Craig picked up a small joint and took a long drag. "Ah... This is some good shit." He offered the joint to Dustin. "Here, have some." Dustin took the joint and inhaled deeply. He felt the mellowing effects of the drug flow through his brain almost instantly. "Wow..." "Good stuff huh?" Craig asked. "Not bad." Dustin replied, taking another hit. "So what made you come over today?" Craig asked. "I don't know. Maybe I just want to fuck you or something." Dustin replied, then he started laughing. Craig laughed too. "You want to fuck me? Dude, what makes you think I'd want you to?" "Because I know you can hear what I do to guys. Fuck, if old man Johnston can hear me, I know you can. And you want to know what it's like." "Dude, I know what it's like." "So you've been fucked before?" Dustin asked. "Hasn't everybody nowadays?" "Not by me. I'm about the best there ever was." Dustin said. "Quantity is not necessarily quality." Craig replied. Dustin laughed. "What?" Craig laughed as well. "I don't know. What did I just say?" "You said you want me to fuck you." Dustin replied. "Come on. I want to fuck somebody. I haven't had a good fuck in a while." "What's a 'while' to you?" "Last Saturday." Dustin replied. "Come on, let me fuck you." Dustin moved closer to Craig and began kissing his neck. Craig stopped Dustin long enough to get his own shirt off. "I knew it." Dustin replied, before going back to work on Craig's neck. Craig pulled Dustin off him and yanked Dustin's shirt off. Before too long, they had their hands all over each other. They took a hit off the joint again before ending up with Craig laying down and Dustin on top of him. "I'll bet old man Johnston's outside the door." Dustin said. "Shit, open the door and let him watch." Craig replied. Dustin laughed. "Fuck yeah. Okay." He got up and walked to the door. He opened it up and looked around the hallway. "Fuck. He's not out here." Dustin said. "Leave the door open." Craig said. Dustin turned around to find Craig sitting naked on the couch. He smiled and had his pants and underwear off by the time he joined him again on the couch. The open door added to Dustin's excitement and he went to town on Craig's dick. Craig moaned loudly as Dustin licked and sucked him. "This is nothing. Wait until I fuck your ass." Dustin whispered. Craig repositioned himself so that he could suck Dustin's dick as well. They sixty-nined for a while, occasionally checking the open door to see if their elderly neighbor had found them. Disappointed that he wasn't there yet, they got louder. "Oh shit. Fuck me, Dustin." Craig said, fingering himself. Dustin turned himself around and moved into position. "Wait, wait." Craig said. He got off the couch and got on all fours. "Now fuck me." Dustin got on his knees behind Craig, lubed up his dick and Craig's ass, and found the spot. "Owwww! Fuck me!" Craig howled. Dustin sank deeper and deeper into Craig's eager ass. "You like that big dick in your ass?" Dustin asked. "Slide it all the way inside me." Craig replied. Dustin forced his dick all the way in to his balls. Craig moaned with pleasure and pain. "Fuck! Fuck me!" Craig panted. Dustin began slamming against Craig's ass. He felt his balls slap hard against Craig's body. He got up off his knees and stood on his haunches and plowed Craig as hard and fast as he could. "Jesus God!" Craig exclaimed. "Fuck, your dick's fucking huge. Oh my god!" "You like it?" Dustin asked breathlessly. "Oh hell yeah." Craig replied. Dustin plowed him harder and faster, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing down the hall. "Fuck yeah." Dustin said, involuntarily. "Fuck... Fuck... Yeah... Shit... Oh fuck... Oh Nate... Fuck yeah... Oh... Ah... Ahhhhrgh..." Dustin pulled out and blew his load so hard that it totally missed Craig and hit the floor in front of him. The rest of Dustin's cum got in Craig's hair, on his back, and about three or four spurts splattered his ass. Then Dustin collapsed onto his butt. He sat there staring at his dick and stroking it gently. Totally out of breath, he rested against the couch. "Wow." Craig panted. "You fucked the hell out of me." "Yeah. You're awesome." Dustin replied. "Yeah... Who's Nate?" Craig asked. "What?" Dustin asked. "Who's Nate? You screamed his name when you came." "No I didn't." Dustin replied. "Yeah you did. I don't mind. I just was curious." "Nate... Hates my guts." Dustin replied. "Oh? Too bad." Craig replied. "Yeah." Dustin sighed. "Want to burn another one?" Craig asked. "Actually I was wondering if I could borrow your gun." Dustin replied. "My gun?" "Yeah. I'd like to borrow it." "Why?" Craig asked. "I was going to go target shooting with it. I used to go all the time with my dad. I'll be careful and buy you some bullets." Craig thought for a minute. "Gee, I don't know..." "Come on, Craig. I just gave you the best fuck of your life. You owe me." "I owe you? You fucked my ass. You should owe me!" "Craig. I promise to bring it back as soon as possible in the same condition that you gave it to me." "Oh... Okay." Craig said. "I guess you can borrow it. Geez, my ass fucking hurts." Dustin laughed. "Just go get the gun, okay." Dustin watched as Craig jumped up and walked to his bedroom. He got up and began looking for his clothes. By the time Craig came back, Dustin was already dressed and ready to go. "Okay, here it is." Craig said, handing Dustin the gun. "Wow, it's pretty big." Dustin said. "Yeah, just be careful with it." Craig said, pulling on his shorts. Dustin felt the weapon in his hand. The cold steel pistol felt perfect. "Excellent." Dustin whispered. "What?" Craig asked. "This is perfect." Dustin said. He pointed the gun at Craig. "Ka-pow. No more Craig." "Hey, don't joke around with that thing. It's loaded." Craig said nervously. Dustin pointed the gun at Craig's television. "Ka-pow! No more TV." "I'm serious." Craig said. Dustin laughed. Then he pointed the gun at his temple. "Ka-pow! No more Dustin, huh?" "Dude, if you're going to fuck around with it I'm going to take it back." Craig warned. "But I love it." Dustin laughed. "Let me show you how much I love it." Dustin turned the gun around and began licking the barrel up and down. Then he put it in his mouth and slowly pulled it out, making a popping sound when he reached the end from sucking on it. "Oh Craig, I love your gun." Dustin laughed. He put down the gun, pulled Craig toward him by his belt, and pulled open his fly and attacked his dick again. Before Craig could even believe it, they were back at it for round two again. This time they did it on the couch, by the window, in the doorway, and even out in the hallway for anyone to see. As Dustin filled Craig's ass with his sexual secretions for the third time as he pressed him against the fire extinguisher in the hall, he looked toward Mr. Johnston's door. For a brief second, he thought he saw it open a crack. The following afternoon, Dustin sat by his computer staring at his newest toy. He couldn't believe how easily Craig had just given it to him. He felt its heaviness in his hand. It would certainly do the job properly. "It won't even hurt." Dustin said to himself. "Now I just need to find the right..." Dustin was interrupted by a knock at his door. "Fuck." He said crossly. He quickly hid the gun in his desk drawer and walked to the door. He opened it to find Brett standing in the hallway. "Oh." Dustin said. "This is unexpected." "You mind if I come in?" Brett asked. "Come on in." Dustin replied. Brett walked into the apartment and Dustin closed the door behind him. Brett dropped himself down on the couch and stretched himself out, making himself right at home. "I could have killed you, you know." Brett said. "I can't believe you slugged that kid right in the middle of my mom's funeral." "It wasn't the funeral. It was a viewing." Dustin replied. "Same thing." Brett said. "Wow, I wanted to kill you. You can be a real douche bag." "I know." Dustin replied. "You had me so worked up that you had me bawling. You know how embarrassing it is to have all those people watching you bawl?" "I'm sorry." Dustin said. "I just snapped. You must hate me again." Dustin said. "I don't hate you. I'm just pissed off at you." "You don't hate me? Why not?" "Because I understand why you did it. He's the guy who you thought gave you AIDS. And it confuses you because you like the guy but you thought he fucked you over." "Who says I like the guy?" Dustin asked. "Well, I was talking with Billy about it and we both came to the same conclusion." "I don't like him at all." Dustin explained. "I don't do the whole 'love' thing, Brett. Besides, he's got..." "Got a boyfriend, right?" Brett interrupted. "Luke Cunningham." "How the hell did you know that?" Dustin asked. "I told you, I talked with Billy about the whole situation. I've known Lucas for years, Dustin. His dad is a big time doctor in Pittsburgh. I've seen him at parties and stuff up at Pitt. He was probably the biggest cruiser around. Hell, he even came on to me a time or two. I'd tell him I was taken and he'd tell me to bring Billy along. Dude was a total sex hound. And a douche bag. I fucking hated him." "Wow." Dustin said. "I wish I'd have known that before." "Well, I didn't know that you were hanging around him. If I'd have known that he was the one who told you about the AIDS thing I would have told you that he's a jealous little bitch boy." "So, he just told me that Nate had HIV to screw with me, huh?" "Yeah, that's what we came up with too." Brett replied. "So I don't have AIDS then." "Well, I wouldn't go that far. You still have had all those other encounters. You still need to get your results." "Oh... Yeah." Dustin sighed. "I'll still go with you." Brett said. "I still want to be your friend, even though you fucked up my mom's funeral and all that." "I really am sorry." Dustin said. Brett stood up and walked to Dustin. He put his hands on Dustin's shoulders and then kissed him right on the lips. Dustin stood there, stunned for a second. "Why did you do that?" Dustin asked. "Why did you kiss Billy that time?" "Because I wanted to, I guess." Dustin replied. "So that's why I just kissed you, you big dope. Now we're all squared up. And you've been smoking weed, haven't you." "What? How did you..." "It's on your breath. I about shot Billy when I found out he did it." "Whoa! Hold on! You mean Billy..." "Billy's not as sweet and innocent as he lets people think he is, Dustin. The nice thing is, he ended up getting sick from it. I swear he's allergic to everything." "Like that cat you used to have." Dustin laughed. "Bob Cat... Oh yeah... You know, I paid forty dollars for that damn cat and he ran away." "And it's as close to a pussy as you ever got." Dustin sniped. Brett cringed. "Yeah, thank god. Just the thought of vagina is enough to make me want to puke. Billy's got just the right equipment for me. That's why I turned him gay, you know." Dustin laughed. "You turned him gay?" "Oh yeah. It took some work of course. Poor kid probably would have never taken his pants off around another person if I hadn't come along. But once I got him naked..." "So, how did you two end up hooking up, anyway?" Brett smiled. "Well, we'd been fooling around a little. You know, nothing major. We'd sort of just been getting closer and closer. We kissed a lot. Dude, we must have made out for hours sometimes. And then we got into a fight over you, of course. And then when we made up we ended up having sex. That was the day his dad came home from the hospital. After that, we started doing it all the time." "So who fucked who first?" Dustin asked. "Who do you think?" Brett asked. "I'll bet you fucked Billy." "What makes you think that?" Brett asked, smiling. "I just do." Dustin replied. "Yeah, I de-virginized the lad." Brett said. "De-virginized? Is that even a word?" "Would you rather I said that I gave him a ride on the Reilly rocket?" Dustin laughed. "Wow. I never really thought of you that way." "Well, it's not like we sit around reading poetry to each other or anything. We're men. We like to fuck. We like to fuck as often as possible. He gets to fuck whenever he wants, and I, well, get to fuck as often as I want. It's a win-win situation." "Yeah. It's just hard to think of Billy having sex, you know. I don't picture him as somebody who has ex twice a day. He'll always be the dorky kid with braces who knew everything because he was such a dork." "Well that dork also knows about everything there is to do with his dick, or with somebody else's. It's nice to have sex with somebody intelligent." "Well, I guess people who have sex with me wish they weren't having sex with someone stupid." Dustin said. "You're not stupid, Dustin. I don't know why you always say you are. You're smarter than a lot of people. You're just so emotional that it makes you do dumb things." "Emotional, huh?" "Yeah. There's nothing wrong with being who you are." "Yeah, I just have to control myself, right? Where have I heard that before?" "Well, you let things build up and build up. Then your problems bury you. And so many things have gone wrong lately. I'm worried about you." "Did you hear what Sarah did?" Dustin asked. "Billy told me. I'm so sorry." "Well, being sorry isn't going to bring my baby back, is it?" "No... I guess not." Brett said, sadly. "I hate her. I really hate her." "I know you do." Brett replied. "Hmph! I don't know what I ever did to God to piss him off at me so much. Well, it doesn't matter. I just... I hate my life so much. I wish I'd never been born." "Are you thinking about suicide again?" Brett asked. "You know who de-virginized me?" Dustin asked. "My goddamn father did." "Dustin, don't change the subject with me. Billy might let you get away with it, but I won't. Are you thinking about suicide again?" "My mother..." "Dustin, answer me!" Brett said sternly. "You're goddamn right I'm going to kill myself!" Dustin said angrily. "Who the fuck cares? My parents? The mother of my child? Who the fuck cares? You? Nate? Who gives a shit about me?" "Bullshit, Dustin." "Bull true! Fuck them! Fuck everybody! Fuck you too! I fucking hate everything in the whole fucking world! You hear me? I hate everything! I hate my fucking parents. I hate Sarah. I hate everybody!" "Do you hate me?" Brett asked. Dustin paused. "I... I guess." "What about Billy? Do you hate him too?" "I don't care." "I'll bet you hate Nate too." "He hates me." Dustin said. "My mom must have hated you too." "Why do you care?" Dustin asked. "Why do you think I told your mother about your dad raping you? What did I have to gain from it? Nothing! I did it because I didn't want to see you get hurt anymore. But you know what? Nothing can stop that from happening. Life is going to kick you in the balls anyway. You can't stop somebody from getting hurt." "Then why even bother?" Dustin asked. "Because you have no right to throw your life away! Your life, even if it sucks, affects everyone around you. There's only one of you. And if you throw it away, then that's the single most selfish thing that you can do. There's nothing more selfish than taking your life and throwing it all away as if it's nothing." "How is it selfish if I just get out of everybody's way?" "Because you're taking the gift of life and you're destroying it. Your baby never even got the chance to live and you're thinking about throwing your life away! That makes you a selfish son of a bitch! What gives you the right?" "Because my life hasn't been worth shit!" Dustin shouted angrily. "So you think that killing yourself is going to make it better?" "At least it won't hurt anymore!" "So you want to throw away everything because you don't want to be hurt anymore? You selfish bastard! I could kill you myself! My mom was in constant pain for almost five years! Billy's dad couldn't feel his hands for years! So they should have killed themselves according to you." "That's different." "It's no different! It's no fucking different!! Pain is a part of life. My mom just died after fighting every day just to breathe. She fought to the end. And when there was no hope left, she came home and spent her last days with me. My mom loved life. She worked so hard to help people. She worked until she was in so much pain that she couldn't do it anymore. And then she still worked to help you. She loved you! There was nothing in the world she loved more in this life than helping people like you. And now you want to take her years of work, you want to take all that effort, all that love, and you want to flush it down the toilet. That's why you're a selfish piece of shit!" "So I should just forget that my life has been a fucking mess and just pretend that everything's happy and gay?" "No. But killing yourself isn't going to make anything better. It's just going to make you a selfish piece of shit who couldn't hack it and let his daddy convince him that he's not worth being alive." Just then, Dustin's phone rang. Dustin stared at Brett, not sure if he should answer the call or not. "Are you going to get that or do you want me to?" Brett asked. Dustin walked to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" He said. "Yeah, this is Dustin Smith... Oh? They are? Already? Wow, that was fast. Can you tell me? No? Oh okay. When can I... Tomorrow morning... Ten o'clock is fine. Okay. Thanks. Bye." Dustin hung up the phone and stood there motionless for a moment. "Well?" Brett asked. "The results are in." Dustin explained. "They want me to come in tomorrow." Brett's cell phone rang seconds later, playing the Michael Myers theme from Halloween. "I guess mine are in too." "Yeah. I still think you should change that ring tone." Dustin said. Brett answered his phone, and sure enough, his results were back as well. When he hung up, he looked at Dustin. "So... Pick you up at nine thirty?" Dustin smiled weakly. "Sure." "You still going to be here?" Brett asked. "Yeah. I'll be here." Dustin replied.
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