Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 19:04:13 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 8 "I love you," said Colby, tumbling over beside Arun. He rubbed Arun's golden brown shoulder and smoothed the dark hair away from his face. He saw his eyes, the big brown eyes that he loved more than anything else. "I love you, Arun." Now lying beside Arun in the bed, Colby stretched out a powerful arm and pulled Arun close. "Did you here what I..." "I heard you," said Arun. "Colby, I heard you." "If you ever need anything, anything at all, you know you have to come to me. I don't need to tell you that, do I? I mean... Do you understand? Anything. I know you think I'm a big, dump yuppie... You don't like rich people, I get it... and I'm some big, stupid privileged rich kid and spoiled on top of all of that, but, I would be really good to you. If you were with me, you wouldn't regret it. "Since I met you, everything's changed. Everything. I don't even know how to put it into words. I look forward to seeing you. Maybe I'm immature, maybe I'm a rich kid, but that doesn't mean that you weren't meant for me. "I don't know if that makes any sense." "I love you; I know I already said that." "I won't ask what you feel about me. It's not that I don't care, but I don't know if I could take it if you said you just wanted me to fuck off." "Arun, I know you don't feel as strongly about me as I feel about you, but I know that we were meant for each other." "You don't believe that, I know, but after what we just did..." That was the end. It began on a corporate jet. A Boeing Business Class behemoth pulling out of a private gate at Logan International Airport in Boston, soaring up above land at night, sparse clouds; it was like a video game that Colby remembered playing, at least that is what he thought as he sat there: dumb Earthlings charging up to the stratosphere in their one-seater space ships shooting down alien invaders. "Do you need anything, sir?" asked the steward, a dapper and narrow-limbed gentleman dressed all in Black. Even with all of the doubt about the future finances of Fitzpatrick Chemical, the heir to the throne could still partake of the reflected glory of a kingdom in its final days. And that meant corporate jet, caviar, 1911 Bordeaux wine. "I'm alright," said Colby. The steward lingered. It was clear that the prince had something on his mind and, a good servant, the steward suspected that he would be wanted soon, for something or another. "Your name is Edwin, right?" Colby inquired. "Yes, sir," Edwin replied. "You remembered. Thank you." "It's nothing. Can I ask you a question? No, that's stupid. To preface it that way. I'm just gonna ask, alright?" "Very good, sir." "Have you ever been in love?" Colby asked, looking up expectantly at the tuxedoed steward. "No," said Edwin, after some thought. "I cannot say that I have, sir. Perhaps..." and the steward's eyes trailed off to behind Colby, wanting escape, but Colby said: "You've been in lust before, right? It's fine, Edwin. Believe me, I can understand that." "Can you, sir?" "Of course, I can," Colby shot back. "Love is weird. Lust is weird, too. I think part of being in love is curbing that lust, finding a way to tame it. I don't know. I've done so many bad things, my man. Maybe I don't deserve love. I've hurt people around me. It's a bad business, as they used to say." "I'm sure it's not as bad as all that, sir." "No it's bad, Ed," said Colby, looking up sheepishly from the seat where he reclined. "I guess it's true that you always hurt the ones you love." "It sounds like you have someone in particular you are thinking of, sir, if I may be so bold," said the steward. "Chill out, my dude," said Colby. "This isn't Gosford Park. You can say whatever the Hell you want, within reason, of course." "Of course. Did you want advice from me?" "Well, some wouldn't hurt." "What did you want to know?" "Should I... Should I just tell it all?" asked Colby. "I mean... I've done a lot of things, some of them he knows about, and some he doesn't. There are things that he must have an idea about, honestly... guys I fucked... but we never really talked about it so I don't know how much he knows. "I feel like we can't really take off unless I'm as honest as possible from the very beginning." "I can't give you better advice than that," said Edwin, accepting the tray of champagne from anotherr steward. Strange that the attendants aboard this jet were all male, and exceedingly handsome to boot. "That is what I would have suggested," Edwin continued. "If this... young man... feels the same way as you do about him, he would want you to be honest with him. No young man wants secrets. Maybe when you're older..." "Thanks, Edwin," said Colby, tapping the man on the forearm and accepting a glass of "bubbly." He knew what he would say, some covert suggestion that he was immature, and he did not want to hear anything of the sort just then. As Colby sat there, soaring at 35,000 feet, contemplative, he heard a beep emitted from his pocket. "Shit, I forgot to turn off my phone," he said. "We will descend soon," said Edwin. "You can check your mobile now, if you like, but only for a moment." Colby removed his phone from his pocket and found a message. He knew the source and clicked it open, even though he did not particularly want to hear from the sender just then. Troy's message read: "DUde! Fuuckinn iN the pRincIPLEs Offiz was sooooo fukkin AWESOME! aND dockter Jack Meehoff was suchhhhhh a Hotty right, my brO???" And, a few moments later: "I wannA FuKK you agaan so BAAAAAADDDDD! Why U leave BEANTOWN so sooooooonnnnnn!!!" Colby shook his head and sighed. Does it even need to be said that he had regrets? Thinking of Arun, what was growing between them, and what they might one day have, the unfavorable comparison with Troy made him feel even worse than he already felt. "Edwin," said Colby later, as the business jet pulled into the airport in California, the sky already sunny and blue, "I think you were right." "Sir?" "I know you were right. I just have to be honest. If he hates me, then he hates me, and it just wasn't meant to be." Edwin nodded, but remained silent. "Nah!" said Colby. "If he hates me then I just have to wear him down until he changes his mind!" "Um..." said Arun perplexed, opening his door and finding a beefy college dude in a white-collared rugby shirt and tight-fitting green shorts standing outside of his door. "Hey, buddy!" "How did you get into my building?" Arun kept the door mostly closed; he peeked from behind it. Colby leaned against the doorway, giving Arun a full sense of his jock bulk. "Um... the front door is locked, and there's the gate even before you get to the front door..." "Alright," said Colby, holding up his hand with all of his five fingers pointing up. "I hopped the gate," and he lowered one finger. "I stood outside the front door for three hours until someone came out," and he lowered another finger. "I flirted with the very menopausal math professor until she decided not to slam the door in my face," and he lowered another one. "I walked in and flexed my ass cheeks for her," Colby lowered an additional finger, "and... I'm tired of this game and that's pretty much it anyway." All fingers down. "Did you... um... need something?" Arun asked, looking around the hall through the half opened door. His eyes avoided Colby, like the recovering alcoholic avoids walking passed the liquor store. "Yeah. You." "What did you need me to do?" Arun asked. "No, I meant... 'I need you.' Nevermind. Can I come in?" "Colby, this is my day off and I have a lot of class work to catch up on, not to mention all the work I have to do on a special project Gruder wants." "Gruder? That asshole? Screw him. Screw his stupid project and come hang out with me. Pretty please? It's still early and it's still summer so we have hours and hours of fun ahead." "Why do you need to have fun with me, a lowly intern, when you have all your intellectually-challenged yuppie friends to hang out with?" "Intellectually challenged yuppie friends?" "Yeah, Colby. Don't be dense." "Arun, you need therapy. You obviously have some sort of obsession with people like me... but anyway, I want to hang out with you, you alone, no one else but you, and if we happen to accidentally bump assholes in the process then all the better!" "Bump assholes?! I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm going back inside..." "Arun, wait!" Colby shouted and he placed his foot in between the door and the wall. "At least admit that I look really cute in this outfit." "But I don't want to..." "Arun, please!" "Alright, you look really, really cute in that outfit. Like a really playful yuppie kitten, that really wants to come inside and play with a ball of yarn, and your butt looks really firm and..." "It's firm but it has a jiggle. See?" and Colby turned around and bent over, giving Arun a front row view of his strong, jock behind. He flexed and relaxed it for Arun's benefit, but when he turned around he saw that Arun was covering his eyes. "Arun, why are you covering your eyes? Don't you wanna see my butt... Nevermind." Colby pulled Arun outside into the hall, in his pajamas, and put his arm around him. "C'mon, my man, we're going to the park to play!" "But I'm in my pajamas!" "I don't care. Let's go!" "So... um... do I get a field goal or something?" asked Arun. Today was to be Arun's introduction to rugby. "No" Colby replied, shaking his head hopelessly. "This isn't football." "But it's like football..." "Not really, my dude," said Colby. "I mean, there is a ball that you kick with your foot occasionally, but it's completely different. Remember that scrum thing I told you about?" "No." "You know, for a nerd you have a really bad memory." "Who says I'm a nerd?" asked Arun, lying on the ground in the park covered in mud. "You know, my Mom gave me these pajamas." "Well, are you close to your Mom?" "Um... yeah. Not everyone's Mom is the um... town... er..." "The town slut?" Colby asked. "I know. Just because I would love to push my Mom from a moving train doesn't mean that everyone has to feel that way. I get it." "Can we get outta here?" Arun asked. "Yeah, buddy," Colby replied, reaching down with a rangy arm, grabbing one of Arun's and pulling him up to his feet. "I have an idea." "No, we're not going to the Norwegian's hotel room for a threesome." "No," said Colby, turning to face Arun and getting down on one knee. He hoisted his friend up, threw him over his shoulder, and began to walk away. "You look pretty beat so I'm going to carry you home!" "All the way home?!" "Yup. I will even carry you across the threshold. You know what that means, right?" "Colby..." B-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-G-G-G-G! "That's my phone," Colby said, with Arun still hoisted over his left shoulder. "I better get that." Hoping that it was not Troy, Colby reached into a pocket and pulled out his mobile. He instantly noticed that the call came from a number he did not recognize. "Yeah, this is Colby," he answered. "Colby, it's me," said an accented voice. "Me? Thor, is that you? Long time no hear buddy!" "Yeah," Thor replied, with a voice of concern. "There's something I need to tell you. ...about your friend..." "Oh, Troy?" asked Colby. "I already know he's a boofhead! I know I can't trust him. No need to tell me that." "No, not Troy. It's..." "Thorsten, I'm busy," Colby interrupted. "I'll have to call you back later, bud. Sorry about hanging up on you before. I'm surprised you called me again after that." "Oh, no. It's no problem. But..." CLICK. Colby hung up again. "Alright, bud," Colby said, looking up and patting Arun on the bottom. "Let's go." Arun was speechless as Colby carried his mud-covered form out of the park and trudged effortlessly all the way back to Arun's apartment building. "Alright," said Arun, after Colby tossed him down on the bed. "Alright, I had fun, but I think it's time for me to get back to work. I'm sure you have your list of rich yuppie things that you need to do. Like hire new gardeners for your palace, order a matching pair of golden toilets, or look for a new jet on eBay... or whatever..." "So you want me to go?" Colby asked, putting his knees down on Arun's bed. He crawled sensuously over to Arun, the cloth of his shorts pulling up to his bulging crotch as he crawled over. "Basically. Yeah." Arun's eyes darted back periodically to Colby's crotch as his cock and balls jiggled in the shorts. "What if I say 'no'?" Colby asked. "You won't," teased Arun. "No," said Colby. "Dude, bounce so I can get my work done, please?" "No," Colby repeated. "It seems we have reached an impasse," admitted Arun with a pensive shake of the head. "What if I were to overpower you and do just what I wanted?" Colby asked. "You mean the way white people have been doing to indigenous people for centuries?" "Um... yes?" Colby replied, confusedly. He would admit later that he had experienced a 'Troy moment'. "You mean 'no'," corrected Arun. "Ok, no." "Alright, white man, I give in," said Arun, pulling off his shirt and lying flat in the bed. Colby's pupils dilated as he watched intently as Arun lay himself flat. Much to Colby's surprise, Arun had a full chest with large brown nipples, which seemed to be made for sucking. Arun's tight and well-proportioned body had been hidden by his clothes. His cut abs had a narrow dark brown treasure trail that lead to... treasure, obviously. "God, Arun," said Colby, shaking his head as he gazed upon him. "I'm so excited right now. You're even hotter than I thought. You're... fucking amazing. I don't think I've ever been this excited... in my life." "Excited about what, dude?" Colby crawled closer until his body was hovering three inches above Arun's. Arun could feel Colby's body heat above him: it was strong and powerful, but somehow gentle and changeable, just like Colby. Arun closed his eyes. "What am I excited about?" Colby repeated. "Do I have to answer that?" "No, man," said Arun, a comment devoid of any witticism as if the Fitzpatrick intern had truly finally given in. Colby leaned forward and kissed Arun on the forehead. "I'll be good to you. I promise," he said. "I don't care," said Arun. Arun pulled off his pants and revealed to Colby that what he had suspected was true: Arun was wearing a tight-fitting jock. Colby's tongue wanted desperately to roll out of his mouth, his heart to jump out of his chest, but he merely remained where he was: hovering above the man he loved. "I don't care, man," Arun repeated, turning over in the bed. Colby bent down and got a closer view of Arun's ass. He pried his ass cheeks apart, revealing a tight, puckered hole. Colby pulled down his shorts and his large cock flopped down on Arun's ass with a slap. "Oh my god," Colby moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can keep it in." "Do... do what you have to do, buddy," said Arun. Colby rested his chest against Arun's back and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him closer. He positioned his pulsating cock at the entrance of Arun's hole. "Have you done this before?" he asked. "No," Arun whispered. Colby gently pushed his cock head against Arun's anus without actually pushing his cock in. Arun's hole seemed so tight. "Oh yeah," moaned Arun. Colby felt Arun's arms, rubbed his back. He kissed him on the back of the neck. Suddenly: "I can't." "What?" asked Arun. CLICK. "What was that?" asked Colby, resting his chest on top of Arun again. "I don't know," Arun replied. "Nothing." "I can't Arun," said Colby, holding on to his still throbbing cock. "I can't do it." Arun was silent, speechless. "I... I don't want to hurt you." "What?" "You seem so tight," said Colby. "I just... it would probably hurt and the last thing I would ever do is hurt you, buddy." Arun said nothing, then finally. "It's alright. It's alright, man." Colby lowered himself down beside Arun in the bed. "I love you," he said, rubbing Arun's shoulder. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Thanks to those of you that have e-mailed! I realize that this story is requiring loads of patience as it is not updated frequently, but as you all know, sometimes life gets in the way. All the best, my dudes! Please e-mail comments and corrections to the address above!]