ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

Welcome to chapter 4. It took me a little longer to post it but now it's here. Enjoy! And let me know if it's getting better or worse: archhunter420@gmail.com

Chapter 4 - Stupid and Evil

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In the morning, the guilt was killing me. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I had a headache, my mouth was dry and I had no motivation to move a finger. The only motivation I had left was breathing calmly next to me, sleeping like a baby. Why did it have to be so amazing and so fucked up at the same time? Of course, it was all my fault. All could've been avoided if only I let him go on the second day before I got attached. Or before he did. Now it was impossible to leave him without leaving a scar. And who knows what he would feel. What he will feel.

I finally found the strength to stand up gently enough not to wake up Lukas. Unlike me, he seemed to be a heavy sleeper. He wasn't exactly a morning person either. I looked at the clock. It was half past eight. Could as well be midnight for him. I took a few careful steps and went straight to the kitchen where I took a long glass of water, squished half a lemon inside, and downed it slowly, allowing it to irrigate my stale insides. Then I stood there, staring through the window and recollecting the events of the previous day. It was all coming to me, image after an image. He seduced me, I realized with terror. It wasn't like I didn't want it but he was the one to capture all the bases. I felt like shit and I had no idea how I was going to do all I had to do in this state.

But underneath it all, there was this familiar sense of bliss.

I took aspirin and closed myself in the bathroom to release some of the toxins and brush my teeth. After about 30 minutes I went back to bed trying again not to wake up the boy. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard stirring and he rolled to face me, rubbing his eyes.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he replied with a smile which was some relief.

"How did you sleep?"

"Umm, good. Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

"No."

"You asked me to carry you," I said which made him giggle. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Everything," he smiled and got a little closer, grabbing my hand. I rubbed his hair earning a cute purr.

"So you're fine with what we've done?" I asked, looking him right in the eyes.

"With sex? Yeah, I'm fine. It was better than I thought it would be. And you know," he continued talking as he climbed on top of me, "if it happened again, I think I would still be okay."

"It's good to hear," I said, admiring his bright eyes.

"I know," he said and now he was resting on me, our noses almost touching. His cool skin felt incredible and he was more or less intentionally grinding against my hardening dick. I felt he was hard, too. "I'm going to miss it. I never felt that good in my life," he continued with sadness in his eyes.

I had no idea what to say. I wanted to comfort and tell him how he made me feel and how great he was but I felt it would be cruel to share my feelings right before kicking him out.

So instead of saying anything, I just stared blankly at his delicate face like a half-brain and watched the sparks in his eyes getting darker with every second until they disappeared.

"Oh," he said and his eyes went sideways. He climbed off me and got out of the bed. He was still naked and his hard dick bounced as he straightened up. Without a word, he left the bedroom, closing the door. Then I heard the bathroom door and the shower running.

It was official. I was the worst person to ever walk this Earth. I took Lukas with me, gave him a taste of a better life, then I got intimate with him and now I was throwing him out, not even caring to tell him how he made me feel.

I chased those thoughts away, realizing it's best if I face them when I start feeling better. So I closed my eyes and tried to get a little more sleep.

***

I shouldn't be surprised that Lukas left me but I was. I was doing the worst possible job at keeping him, even though he practically gave himself to me. With those tough decisions waiting to be made, I had chosen not to choose at all. So it had been decided for me and now Lukas was gone and I was sick and alone in the silent flat. The mess we left last night was the only thing that reminded me he was here only an hour ago. Or even less than that. I'm not sure because I didn't hear him leave. Except for a single set of clothes, he didn't take with him anything that I gave him during these few days. He left the phone with a dead battery on the table. The MP3 player and the headphones were placed right next to it. His backpack and his wallet were gone, though. Nothing else was missing and I stood up to make the third round around the room, hoping to find a note for me that he never left. It almost seemed like he just went for a walk but I knew well that he wasn't coming back.

My first thought was to try to chase him or look for him at the railway station but I felt like I deserved to get the fuck out of his life.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch he was sleeping on breathing his faint smell and staring at the ceiling. I only stood up twice; once to get the pizza from the delivery girl and then to the bathroom. Finally, I turned on the TV but didn't watch it, I just waited till it got dark and fell asleep without even turning it off.

I woke up on Sunday morning and Lukas wasn't any less gone than he was yesterday. And I didn't feel any less horrible; how fitting. At least I didn't have a hangover anymore and it made taking the mental pain a little more bearable. Still, I couldn't think of anything else than Lukas for longer than 5 seconds. I tried to do some personal game dev projects but the code was fuzzy on the screen and didn't make any sense. I texted Greg (my boss) I had the flu and needed a week off. He texted back that it was okay and it was the first thing that actually relieved me for the last 24 hours.

I liked to drive when I was stressed. There were many empty roads just outside the Big City and I liked exploring them to get my thoughts in place. I got my shoes and the keys and got in the car. But I couldn't drive. I placed my hands on the wheel and stared blankly through the windshield, not able to move a muscle.

I've been fooling myself the entire time, not ready to admit I was in love with Lukas.

***

I bet you want to read some more about what a disaster I am. Here you go then. So now that I finally fell in love with someone who was most likely gay AND interested in me, I fucked it up big time. Maybe I wasn't looking for love as much as I was addicted to being heartbroken. Because I recognized this feeling and it was messing me up. This time it was more intense than anything I've felt since high school. And I didn't even know him for a week. That was really my only hope - that I would get over it quickly. Because my history of getting over guys consists of stories of MONTHS of despair. That's how fucked up I was. I could only hope I wouldn't keep thinking about Lukas for more than a few weeks. And I really hoped he had already forgotten about ME. The way he left, it didn't look like he wanted to stay in touch. And that was very mature of him. I could only wish I was half as mature in handling relationships.

Somehow the sex was amazing, too. We didn't do much, I know, but the way he was so natural about it made it extremely sensual. I was trying to act cool but I was head over the heels. I wonder if his previous life in the institution made him grow emotionally so early. I guess I will never know now.

He said I was his type. He was definitely mine. I took it for granted.

I tortured myself with similar thoughts for a few days and just before the weekend I realised I don't feel one bit better. But at least I knew what to do.

My place has become a mess and it took me the better part of the morning to gather all pizza boxes in piles and handle an even bigger pile of dishes. I found dirty shorts that belonged to Lukas behind the couch and I threw everything to the laundry except for this piece. I wasn't shaving or showering much since he's been gone so I spent over an hour getting myself into shape. Early in the afternoon, I packed and threw my travelling bag into the car and left for the petrol station. Then I drove towards the highway going to Warsaw. That was a few hours ride. I can't tell you how many exactly because then you would figure what the Big City is. Not that it matters, but it would mean my creative naming was meaningless.

I tried to convince myself I had a plan but it was mostly hoping the plan will start coming together as I go. I had my credit card though and it felt liberating. I could spend weeks on my mission and not worry about a thing. One thing I knew was that one more day alone in my flat and I'd be having dangerous ideas.

I double-checked the address of the facility and set my directions. I got there about 18:00. The place looked like a typical school building and I really started wondering what the hell I was doing there. It wasn't like I could just go inside and say I came to pick up my "nephew". There weren't even any free parking slots anywhere close and had to drive two more alleys before I found a spot. I walked my way back and just stood there outside the fence, waiting for who knows what. Like a filthy pedo I was. So let me spoil you the surprise. I didn't see Lukas in any of the windows and he didn't run out of the front door to hug me.

But something else happened. As I was standing on the sidewalk, deep in thoughts, someone tapped my shoulder. It was a middle-aged woman. She had grey hair, wore glasses and was giving me a bitch face it took her all her life to practice. She was adorably intimidating.

"Can I help you?" She asked but it sounded more like "state your business immediately, sir".

I assumed my best polite stance, aka "gentleman and a scholar". Depending on her true colours, I knew it would either soften her or drive her mad like a wasp trapped in a jar.

"Yes, thank you, ma'am. Would you possibly know the way to the local library?"

It worked. She looked at me with vengeance in her eyes and passed me without a word, disarmed by my kindness and ashamed she hasn't been to a library in 40 years. The encounter made me realise I was probably looking like a thief and a creep and I regretted I didn't ask her if there was a hotel nearby. I decided I'd resume my investigation in the morning. So I found a mid-range hotel and booked a room with a double bed. I didn't think much about it. I just was used to sleeping in a double bed.

The hotel was nothing special but the breakfast was exceptional. And I saw that actor that played in every movie in the '80s. It looked like I might have found a secret celebrity meeting point. Or that could just be a coincidence.

After eating, I got back in the car and parked at the same spot as yesterday, 5 minutes away from the institution. Just when I got there, there was a group leaving the building walking in pairs in a column. They were kids around 13-16 and they carried rakes and other tools I don't even know the English words for. It was pretty common to see the juvenile boys going on spring-cleaning missions around the city, all year round. There were three adult supervisors among them and I swear they looked like prison guards. Or maybe even inmates. The Mexican prison reference came back to me in an instant.

They walked in the opposite direction to me and they passed me as I watched them from the other side of the street. I was looking really closely but didn't see anyone who looked like Lukas. After a brief moment of excitation, I felt disappointment. That was my chance and I didn't exactly have a plan b.

I started walking around the building, trying to come up with something. So even if he WAS walking in that column, what would I do? I couldn't possibly come to him and welcome him like an old friend. Maybe I could follow them to wherever they were going but it would be a fat chance that I could somehow catch the boy's attention and hope for even a minute of alone time. Provided he wanted to see me ever again at all.

I spent over an hour walking in the area, going back to the building every now and then but no living soul was entering or exiting it. Fuck. I realised I didn't even know if Lukas ever went back here. I felt a lump in my throat visualizing him sleeping under some bridge back in Big City or waiting for me at my door.

I chased these thoughts away and decided to take a break and find something to eat in the centre. They sure had a great Hindi restaurant I liked to visit sometimes when I was here. Later, I came back for some more boy-watch but to no luck. I eventually saw another group and single people leaving and entering the building but none of them was Lukas.

***

The next day, I took my chance again. I knew I couldn't be doing that much longer because someone eventually will call the police. A suspicious young man, spying around the juvenile.

After only 30 minutes, I saw another group leaving but again there was no sight of Lukas. But when I turned back to look for the last time, I saw it. A light green t-shirt I bought him. They were just disappearing behind the corner but I saw it. I was almost sure. I wanted to march as quickly as I could not to lose them but right then I felt something grabbing my jacket's sleeve.

"Still looking for that library?" Said the squeaky, hateful voice.

Shit.

"Sorry ma'am, I've no time," I almost hissed, not in the mood to play prince charming with her. And I actually didn't have a valid excuse.

It took me 5 precious seconds to release from her grasp and when I did I hurried the other way. I turned left around the corner where I saw them disappear but there was no trace. But then I saw them again, after taking one more turn. Confident I wasn't going to lose them, I adjusted my walking speed to theirs and continued walking, feeling like a spy from an old movie, while actually being a fucking creep. They walked for about 15 minutes until they reached a park and started preparing for work. I passed them at a safe distance. No sign of the green t-shirt. No trace of the blond-haired boy. I walked back and forth through the park like a lunatic but the result was always the same. I was thinking about him so much I started seeing things that weren't there. I sat on a bench and tried to organise my thoughts. It was hopeless. I knew I should give up. There was nothing I could do. Lukas could be 500 kilometres away and I will never know. I decided I'll go back home and hope that one day he'll return.

But first, I checked for the 10th time if he was somewhere in the group of boys. He sure wasn't. Resigned, I went to the bakery to get a sweet roll to comfort myself and slowly walked back to the car. I decided I'd give it one last chance later in the afternoon. As I opened the car door, I heard a boy's voice coming from behind.

"You're an idiot," the voice said.

***

"Everyone was totally pissed, like for real! They almost called the police. Or maybe they wanted to scare me and if so, it worked. But now when I think of it, they would like as little police around the place as possible. So I think they were bluffing, am I right? But they say if I ever try to escape again I might as well never come back because they will whip the hell outta my ass." Lukas was strangely agitated as he told me all this. I guess he gets his kicks from being in danger. "And Mr Marzec whipped me anyway but said it would be 10 times worse if I pull this off again."

"Wait a minute, technically, didn't you just escape again?!"

I should've started by saying that it indeed was Lukas who I saw among the group I followed earlier. But they passed near my car that was parked by the sidewalk and he saw it. So he managed to sneak out from the group somehow and waited for me for almost an hour. After stating I was an idiot, he sneered at me for standing there like a rock and said we better get inside the car because he's like undercover.

"Yeah, I escaped but it's not like that. There are only newly-hired supervisors with us today and they won't ever know I'm missing."

"I hope you're right. So what did you tell them? About what have you been doing for four days?"

"I just said I went homeless."

"And returned after a few days - clean and with new clothes." It didn't add up for me.

"Yeah I don't think they believed me but I think they'd rather not know. So they didn't press it."

"That's a relief. And look... I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Sorry I couldn't make up my mind about you."

"So you are an idiot. I hoped that was the case and that you aren't simply evil."

"What if I'm both," I sighed. "Taking you for granted was stupid and evil for sure."

Lukas looked at me and pointed his index finger in my direction. I hesitated only for a second and wrapped it with mine. The touch electrified me and made me really feel I had him back and so close to me.

"See? You can't be evil," Lukas said.

"I hope it's true. I missed you is all I know."

Before the boy could reply, his eyes went wide and I saw him staring at the rearview mirror. I followed his gaze and saw a familiar column of the juvenile boys, walking right into our direction

"Shit, they will be passing right next to the car," Lukas said and dived, covering his head. A moment later, the boys and their supervisors began passing us row by row. I was sweating. If anyone noticed him, I would be up for a lot of explaining. I finally exhaled when the last one passed us without taking notice.

"I gotta go," Lukas said and before I could say anything, he opened the car door and trotted behind the column to try and discreetly blend in.

Damn, I was stupid. I didn't give him his phone back or make any arrangements for another meeting. Shit, shit, fuck, I thought, punching the steering wheel every time I cussed. The last punch activated the horn, earning me a surprised look from a passing woman with a stroller. I bit my lip and turned on the ignition. I was driving around with no aim for over an hour before going back to the hotel.

***

The next morning I got a sandwich from Subway and parked at the same place I did the other day. The previous evening I had to fight the urge to get dead drunk and forget about it all. As always, I was acting without a plan and letting Lukas find me here was my best option. I texted my boss Greg I had a serious fever and couldn't work at all for another week. Thankfully, he understood. I rarely took sick leaves so it wasn't like I was abusing it. I was lucky he didn't offer to visit me or do my groceries for me.

As I was eating the sandwich, I went through the radio stations to find something that wasn't trash. When I did, I opened a book and waited in my little camp. I felt like a wildlife photographer waiting for hours and days to get a perfect shot opportunity. I knew I probably should be home and not here, messing up with the boy's life but at least I was making some decisions.

After about four hours, I was halfway through the book and really sore when the door opened and Lukas sat next to me in the front passenger seat.

"Hey," he smiled at me.

"Hey there," I smiled back and ruffled his hair. I lit the engine and started driving.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked.

"I'm not taking you anywhere, we're just going."

"Where?"

"Not far."

Just 5 minutes later, I stopped at the hotel parking lot and before long we were in my room.

"So, this is where you're staying?" he asked rhetorically as he sat on the windowsill and checked out the view that was very far from spectacular. There was a construction site just outside the window that mercifully seemed idle at that moment. Next to it was an old tenement house that had been partially renovated on the front side. I had a view on its rear that looked like it could collapse at any minute.

"Pretty cool, huh?" I said and he gave me a sarcastic look that was beyond cute and made me laugh.

"Don't you have to work?" He asked.

"No, I called in sick."

"Ah, okay. Sick of me, maybe?"

"Actually the opposite... come here," I said tapping the bed and inviting him next to me.

He jumped from the windowsill and sat by my side, immediately embracing me and burying his head under my arm. I heard a long sigh of relief as he exhaled into my shirt.

"I missed you," I said, ruffling his hair. I loved playing with it.

"Yeah," I heard his muffled reply, his voice was shaking.

"I'm here now."

"I know."

We shared a moment and no one said anything for a while. I listened to his breathing and was on the verge of a meltdown. I knew I missed Lukas but I had no clue how much.

"You stink," he finally said after a few minutes of silence.

"It's hot outside, alright? And I thought you said you liked it."

"I do."

"I'm gonna go and grab a quick shower though, can you give me 5 minutes?"

"Yeah."

I quickly took some fresh clothes and went to the bathroom to start a shower. There was no stall or anything; it was just a showerhead at the far end of the room. I made sure the water was cool and stepped inside. The water felt great and my dick that was hard ever since we hugged appreciated the refreshing feeling. I shampooed my hair and all of the sudden started thinking how long it would take before they noticed Lukas was gone. Whatever it was, I knew I couldn't risk keeping him here longer than necessary. And sooner than later, we were going to need a permanent solution or else there could be trouble.

I rinsed the shampoo and opened my eyes just to see Lukas standing right next to me, examining my groin with a slight smile. I never heard him come in. As I realised that he's been watching me for a while, I got even harder and my dick went to full attention, pointing at the boy's head.

"Look who's horny," Lukas laughed looking at my twitching dick. I took the hand shower and directed a small jet in his direction, not caring I'd wet his clothes. He squealed and jumped back but didn't manage to dodge it. The boy gave me the look of vengeance and I almost expected him to jump at me as he was but instead, he frowned and started taking off his socks, not breaking the eye contact even for a second.

"Shouldn't you wait for your turn?" I asked as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his smooth body. Oh god, he was beautiful.

"No," he replied carelessly as he struggled a little with his belt just before taking off his jeans. His briefs were obviously tented and he teased me by taking them off inch by inch. I almost wanted to shout at him, he took so long. And when he finally released his dick and it sprang into view, I almost came without touching myself.

"Man, you're hot," I barely muttered. Lukas didn't reply but just gave me a grin and stepped under the shower with me. He probably thought this was a staring contest because he kept looking me in the eyes. And I wasn't about to look away. When he got close enough for our dicks to touch (or rather his tip to touch my balls because of the height difference), he had to yank his head up or else he'd be staring at my chest. Without a word, I embraced his waist, pulling him even closer and he wrapped his hands around my neck. Looking into his trusting eyes I didn't hesitate even for a second. We kissed for the first time. I massaged his belly for a little, amazed by how soft and firm it was. Then I moved my hand a little higher and felt his racing heartbeat. Our kissing progressed from delicate and sensual pecks to regular making out and at some point, Lukas practically jumped on me. I had to support his butt with my hands and he tightened his embrace around my neck. I repositioned a little to place his crack right above my dick and it felt like I was holding Lukas only using the power of my boner. Our heads were on the same level now and we continued making out even more vigorously.

It lasted about five minutes but I wouldn't mind if it lasted for all eternity. I eventually started feeling his weight and had to gently lower him down. Before I had time to think about what's next, Lukas went right down on his knees and took my dick in his small hand. I sighed with pleasure and watched the boy gently stroke my hardness. He surveyed my stiff penis for a while, licking his lips every few seconds. It looked like he was getting ready, I realised as I remembered he has never been on the giving end of a blowjob. Eventually, he gave me one last insecure glance and took it into his mouth. Holy, it was amazing. He started rather reluctantly and he seemed to take his time getting used to the new sensation but with every minute he grew more confident and before long he was sucking me with passion. He only managed to swallow about half of the shaft. I didn't force him because it felt fantastic eanyway. I put my right hand on his head to help him keep the tempo and closed my eyes, shutting down all receptors except for those at the tip of my dick.

I have no idea how much time has passed and I couldn't care less. I started becoming numb from the continuous waves of pleasure caused by the boy's mouth. But that's when he must've gotten sore because he pulled back and started jerking me off. He had his eyes on the prize as he worked with his hand, anxious and curious to see the outcome. He either didn't realise or didn't mind that his face was directly in the line of fire but I was too overwhelmed to even think of warning him. It didn't take long at all and my dick pulsated. Lukas must have felt it because he increased the tempo and his eyes went wide. Then he squinted when the first jet of cum shot right next to his eye. His first reaction was to back away but in a fraction of second, he pulled it together and allowed the remaining loads to land all over his face just to be slowly washed down by the falling water. After my dick stopped squirting, Lukas gently took the head back into his mouth and used his tongue to remove the evidence. He must've been watching porn or fantasizing about it a lot because it seemed like he knew what to do. I let out a moan and pushed him lightly away to set free my sensitive penis.

"How did it feel?" He asked me after he got up from his knees.

"You have not idea how fucking amazing. You sure it was your first time sucking someone?"

"Yeah. I thought I could try to swallow it but I was scared. And I wanted to see it too."

"Yeah, maybe it's good you didn't. And seeing how you took it in your face was super hot to watch."

"Thanks," he said and blushed a little. After all, this was a dirty thing to talk about.

"Let's get out of here and it's your turn to cum."

"Okay."

We cleaned each other using the shower gel and I gave some extra attention to his dick and balls. He was hard the entire time and it was obvious he was desperate to get off. He dried off and left the bathroom first. When I followed him, I saw he was sitting on the windowsill just like he did when we got into the room for the first time. But this time he was stark naked with his erection pointing upwards and waiting for me.

"What if somebody sees you?" I asked.

"Maybe I want someone to see," he shrugged.

"That's sexy but I won't let anyone but me see you naked."

"It's not up to you."

"Let's see about it."

I wasted no more time. I approached him sitting up there and we kissed for a while. He wrapped his legs around me and my erection returned instantly. I placed my right hand on his dick, stroking him gently and the other hand went running through his hair. Lukas moaned in my mouth, seemingly overwhelmed by multiple sensations. After a few minutes, he moved away for air and there was a haze in his eyes. I never had enough of his eyes but I decided to dive on his dick and make him feel even better. I sucked him forever, supporting him from falling by holding his legs which were now wide open for me. I just hoped the sill would not crack under his weight. He couldn't be much heavier than a typical houseplant.

Time passed and I started wondering if I could make Lukas cum just by sucking his dick but the answer shortly arrived. The boy closed his eyes and started breathing rapidly, letting out muffled moans. I started moving faster and a dozen moans later or so, he came inside my mouth. His entire body was shaking and it was hard for me to continue sucking him dry and making sure he doesn't fall. I swallowed all he shot inside me and finally let go of his dick.

"Fuck, this was good," he panted and looked at me with loving eyes. I picked him up from the sill and laid him down on the bed. "I like when you're carrying me," he said.

"I like carrying you."

***

"I have to go," Lukas said and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I know. Lukas?"

"Yea?"

"I'll get you out of there. I don't yet know how but I will. Would you like that?"

He nodded.

"Would you like to live with me if we got you out of there?"

Another nod, more vigorous than the last one.

"That's good. I want you to live with me, too. I won't stop before you do, I promise." At hindsight, it was a bold promise, especially that I had no idea how to make it happen. And if I broke it, I couldn't imagine Lukas trust me or even treat me seriously again, even if he wanted. "I'm sorry I didn't make you stay in the first place. I had a battle going in my head."

"It's fine, I understand now," he said giving me a sincere look, "I thought you just wanted me gone and regret that we had sex".

"I only regret we didn't have it twice a day ever since. Uh, in other news, I brought your phone for you," I said.

"Okay, thanks. But keep it for me here. If anyone sees it they will take it away."

"But I have no way to contact you. I was waiting for hours today. Can't you hide it well?"

"No way. Older boys just go to your room whenever they want and take whatever they want. Look, I'll try to be there around the same time we met today, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed reluctantly, "so do you need anything?"

He didn't reply but just kissed me and then hugged me tightly. The moment our lips touched, I got hard again, and Lukas gave my boner a few playful strokes, giggling.

We got another quick shower, this time without messing around (if you don't count some touching, grabbing and a few kisses) and I dropped him where we met earlier today. I just hoped he wasn't going to be in trouble.

***

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