ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

Welcome to chapter 5. I'm sorry for how long it take after the last one. I thought I was going to have lots of time for writing on my vacation but it was the opposite. It's a short one, too, but I promise I'll get back to posting regularly. And let me know what you think so far! archhunter420@gmail.com

Chapter 5 - Lies

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"That sex was soooo good, Matt. I came so hard I almost fainted... and I keep thinking about it all the time!"

"It's good to hear it. I want you to feel the best."

"Yeah I did... and I wonder what it would feel like if you fucked me."

"For some people it's the best feeling in the world but you'll have to see for yourself."

"Didn't you want to fuck me?" Lukas asked out of nowhere.

I looked the boy in the eyes and took his chin.

"First of all, I wanted to fuck you more than anything. But I didn't have any lube and it would hurt you as hell. Did you ever put anything inside?"

"Umm... Only fingers," Lukas said after a short pause.

"So unless you put at least three fingers or your whole fist in there, a dick would hurt much more."

"You can't put a fist in there!" Lukas laughed. Oh boy, if only he knew.

"Look, I'll buy some lube and we can try next time, okay?"

"Yeah! And umm... was it good for you?" He asked, a little uncertain.

"Believe me or not, this was one of the best things that ever happened to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

I turned away from the boy to stare through the windshield. I put my left hand on the wheel just to feel less nervous. I've come to realise why it had been so good to me but I still wasn't sure if I could accept it, lest vocalise it. Yeah, deep down I knew why.

"I don't know," I said, not looking at him. Silence. A silence that reminded me of the moment I almost lost his trust in the first place before he left me. I felt the boy's eyes on me, hopeful, on the verge of disappointment. "Okay, okay," I blurted, "It's just hard for me to say it without sounding cheesy, you know?".

"Sometimes I like cheesy," I noticed his smile with the corner of my eye. He was sitting right next to me in the parked car and didn't turn his gaze from me for a second.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Alright. So you see, sex is great but it is only amazing for me if I do it with someone I care about a lot. It almost becomes spiritual. Like, every good feeling that you get comes right from your soul, not from your dick. How's your cheese meter so far?"

"Halfway to the Moon. To the Moon, get it? Because it's..."

"... Because the Moon is made of cheese, yeah I get it, jeez. Anyway. So - if you haven't figured already - I might be falling in love with you." My voice broke a little and I couldn't believe I had so many inhibitions. I'd have thought I was well past that. "And I had known that even before any of the sex stuff happened. And I know we've just met but I feel it stronger than ever. And that's why it was so awesome for me."

I finally dared to look at Lukas and to my relief, he was genuinely smiling back at me. I felt his hand land on my knee and I held it firmly with relief.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. Or actually, that is also one of the reasons I didn't want to fuck you yet. I don't want you to think I'm a pussy but I actually didn't feel ready. Probably not what you wanted to hear, right?"

"Exactly what I wanted to hear," he said slowly, grinning even more. "Do you know why I like you?"

"Umm, no, not really," I said with all honesty.

"No one ever treats me seriously and you do. Everyone else just labels me as a pest and wants me to get out of their case."

I tried to find a hint of bullshit in his voice or his eyes but there was none. Only a sea of trust and happiness. With a subtle hint of cheese.

"Come here, you."

We went for a long hug, not caring if anyone was looking.

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I spent the entire evening sketching different plans of making Lukas live with me in Big City and make love with me every waking hour every day until the rest of our lives.

And see, the system is built in the way you can't just snatch a kid from an orphanage and get away with it. It's probably good, too.

Once, I had to call a locksmith to open my expensive anti-burglar doors to my flat and he needed 20 seconds to get in. I was happy I was able to get inside but I would feel way more comfortable if it took him, say, 10 minutes. So yeah, the system is way more secure when it comes to living people. That's for the best, I strongly believe that. But my case was special, don't you agree? There was no law making it possible for two lovers to be together despite their age difference. So please don't judge me when you see me trying to improvise.

Most of the plans I made turned out insane. Bold, not entirely impossible, but still definitely crazy. If it was only my life that was at stake, I would consider going all in but I decided the plan cannot put Lukas at risk to make it to the drawing board. So I went with something relatively safe.

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"Greece? Why Greece?" Lukas was shocked but I didn't expect anything else. I hoped at least he wouldn't flood me with uncomfortable questions. How naive of me.

"Greece, Lukas, don't you get it? Greece! Sunny islands, antique cities, cradle of civilisation! Fresh figs and lemons from the trees, rocky bays and sandy beaches. And you and I, living together in a small cottage by the sea."

"You're fucking crazy Matt," he said after a pause while he looked at me trying to figure out whether I'm joking or have really gone mad.

But I was as sane and serious as I've ever been.

"Greece, Lukas, come on! Imagine us fucking and making out on the beach while gentle waves wash over us."

He giggled when I mentioned sex but he didn't seem convinced at all.

"Look, if we don't like it in Greece, we can move to Italy. Or to Romania if you prefer."

"That's not the point!" He shouted at me and laughed at my stupidity. "How do you even plan to cross the border? They'll find me and you'll go to prison like forever."

"Not if I got us some sweet ass fake identities!" I triumphed, waving two forged passports I ordered a few weeks earlier through the dark web. The smile disappeared from the boy's face as he understood for the first time that I may be serious after all.

"You're not joking," he stated more to himself than to anyone else. "We don't even know Greek!"

In my mind, I cheered. He was running out of good arguments and now my job was simple.

"Sure we don't but we'll learn. And I know English so it will get us through the first years easily. Oh and you will still be my Polish boy and I will home-school you."

I came to like our conversations in my car, there was something special about them.

"I'm not going, that's insane!" He sounded resigned.

"I'm going and you're going with me."

"No way! That's my final word," he said looking away and crossing his arms.

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In less than a week, we were again in my car, entering the highway and saying goodbye to Lukas's old home forever.

"Next stop, Saloniki, Greece!" I announced, entering the directions in my GPS navigation.

"Destination point, Saloniki. One thousand. Eight hundred. Sixty. Kilometers. Nineteen. Hours until arrival," Krzysztof Holowczyc announced. He's a known Polish race driver and for a while he's been the voice of the most popular Polish navigation system. I glanced at Lukas who was sitting in the passenger seat next to me and his face was pale while he looked at the road.

"Okay, okay," I said, "maybe we will make some stops along the way. If you want snacks, they are under your seat."

That made him snap out of his daydream.

"We're really going. To Greece."

"That's right, all according to plan!"

"We're going to die, right?"

"Yes, in 60 years when the roof falls on us in bed while we fuck."

It made him laugh and it was all that mattered. I turned on the music and we sang and joked. The mood was right and everything was going to be okay.

After two hours, we got a little bored and I turned the music down so we wouldn't go crazy. I put on this Aphex Twin album that could make for excellent background music. Lukas was looking around with his big eyes, soaking the changing landscapes. I put my right hand on his knee and slowly made my way to his crotch. He gasped and let me rub him there for a while. His bulge increased but after a minute he pushed me away.

"Not now," he said blushing.

After four hours we were getting even more bored but shortly after we reached the Slovakia border. Luckily, there was no line and the passport control was quick. I was a little nervous when handing over our fake IDs to the border guards but soon enough Matt and his younger brother Lukas were on their way to the promised land.

After 7 hours I finally accepted we can't only eat snacks and stopped by an inn by the road to get a proper dinner. Then we had a nap in the car because the kotlets they served were so big they could easily cover my face and we felt pretty spent. It was getting quite hot, too, and the forecast warned against 30+ heat waves.

I decided we'd find a hotel when we are in Hungary. And we were really dull when we finally arrived in Budapest just before the sunset. We found a nice hotel near the city centre and fell onto our beds with relief. After a few minutes, I turned my head to peek at Lukas and he was looking back at me, giving me the most mischievous smile I've ever seen on his face.

We made passionate love for over five hours and I lost count of how many times we had cum.

***

The heat wave arrived the next day and naturally, the air conditioning in my car broke less than an hour later. It was starting to get really hot inside despite all open windows. We found a car service by the road and somehow we managed to communicate with the middle-aged Hungarian mechanic. He said I'd be able to pick up my car in three days. Three days! I asked Lukas to hop back in the car and told him we'd have to get through it.

It was 10 hours to go and we gave in after two. Lukas was really brave during the first hour and fired off his stream of consciousness. But I didn't even notice when he stopped talking until I heard snoring coming from the seat next to me. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and the heat was really getting to me, too. The sound of the air coming through the open windows was mind-numbing and I decided either I would pull over or I was going to fall asleep and crash.

I parked in a small piece of shadow we found next to an abandoned gas station by the road and slept on the grass a few meters away. I didn't have any sleeping bags or even blankets as my plan was to travel light and buy everything as we go. Greece couldn't be very expensive, could it?

I erased a few paragraphs of how terrible were the next hours for us, you're welcome. But we were hallucinating more than sleeping and it didn't get any better in the evening. Just before sunset, I started the engine again and we resumed the overnight journey. I broke every possible speed limit just to make it on time before the asphalt would start melting again.

The last hour was the worst but when we finally got to the cottage I rented, we were rewarded by the most awesome sunrise over the sea. I was so tired I could hardly enjoy it but we took off our shoes and socks and trotted to the beach. The moment the cold waves touched our sore toes, I started feeling the fatigue going away and new energy filling my lungs. I looked at Lukas to my right and he was more beautiful than ever, wind tousling his sandy hair and orange sun reflecting in his round eyes. He seemed tired but happy and after a moment, he looked at me and gave me his hand.

"This is it," I said.

"Yeah. We made it."

"Do you like it?"

"It's like we're on another planet. I've never even been abroad."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Not anymore."

"What do you want to do now?"

"You mentioned sex on the beach earlier if I remember," Lukas mentioned innocently, leaning into me.

"Yeah, I did."

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I'm a liar. Always have been. I discovered the power of lie and manipulation when I was around 9 years old. I was always the most polite and well-behaved kid in the class and all teachers adored me. I had good grades and was very articulate for my age, giving the impression of a nice young man I sometimes was. But then I realised my reputation made it surprisingly easy for me to sneak in innocent little lies here and there for my convenience. I mostly used them to excuse absence or not not doing my homework. But as soon as I started enjoying it, I began to lie about stuff casually even when there was nothing to gain. With time, I got addicted to lying and inevitably, I started getting caught. It ruined my reputation among certain people who started seeing me as a manipulative little devil I really was. I was struggling for years to get rid of that habit and by the time I was 15, I almost got over it. Almost.

See, I still lie sometimes just for the fun of it. I'm usually careful to do that only when it's completely harmless. But sometimes even the whitest lie can make someone walk an extra mile all for nothing.

And that's what I did to you in this chapter, dear reader. We never went to Greece. Perhaps you've figured by now because I wasn't even trying to make that story very believable. But if you didn't, there you have it. It took the good chunk of this already short chapter and it all wasn't even a dream. It was a plan, however. A one I considered but it had too many holes in it. The biggest one was that I wasn't really ready to abandon my life completely and make a run for it, becoming a criminal and fugitive for life. In a story, it may seem easy but when it comes to actually putting your life at stake, you start looking for alternatives. And the best alternative I've found wasn't that much better and it won against the Greek scenario by mere inches. Because I had to do something terrible, with a very small chance of success.

In the hotel room, I put my laptop aside and entered a number on my mobile and hesitated. I stared at it for 15 minutes, replaying various scenarios in my head. I was always nervous about phone calls and this was about to be the toughest one I've ever had.

"Jebac to, kurwa," I whispered and pressed the green button with my sweaty thumb. I stood up and started walking in circles around the room to calm myself. Every pending call tone was like a press crushing my balls. And it went forever. I started sweating.

And then it was gone. "The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable," the voice said. I exhaled loudly, partially grateful and collapsed on the bed with relief.

But then it started ringing. I felt a lump in my throat but answered it in less than a second.

"H... hello?" I said.

"Hello, who is this?" Said the woman's voice.

"Oh, hey mom, it's me, Matt."

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