Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:08:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wolf River <riverwolf101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Boys And Fast Cars - 7

-Disclaimer-

This story is my property and you may not use it unless I give you
permission. Come on that's easy enough for me to understand you should
REALLY be able to!

This story involves gay sex and sexual interaction between two dudes so if
that offends you, isn't legal in your area or you are too young to read
about it then move on to something else.

-Authors Rant-

Yeah, yeah, I take forever to post; we all know this by now. Hint, the more
feedback I get, the more I want to write. I'm an attention whore with a big
ego, stroke my ego and I will write for you. Hope you enjoy...

-End Rant-

My head was swimming when the car rolled up, swirling around so much that
it was a moment before I realized that the tires coming at me, lying down
as I was, could be dangerous. Sounds were sharper now, as I focused my eyes
on the ground, avoiding looking at the headlights of the squad car. A door
opened, then gravel crunched under a heavy foot, then another foot, and the
door was slammed shut. A door opened again, another set of feet hit gravel,
and both sets started walking towards me. The first, heavier set stopped a
few feet away from where I lay; I sat up slowly and caught sight of Ethan
peering in the window of my car. Diego was still walking, his eyes set dead
on me, his path never wavering in his attempt to reach me. "Hey," I
muttered, head still in a fog. My voice roused the cop and he came to stand
beside my best friend. It was then that I noticed the stench of alcohol
weighing down the air around me, the shimmering liquid still dripping from
the almost empty bottle.

	Diego's presence confused me, but was not so pressing as to
actually penetrate my vodka-sodden mind. Neither of the men above me had
said a word, D looked stunned and a little awkward, Ethan's lips were
pressed into a firm, thin line that vaguely made me wonder if he would ever
speak again. This made twice in a single day that I had succumbed to the
call of a substance to escape the confines of reality. Diego didn't speak
as he lowered his open hand to my shoulder, merely grunted as I heaved
myself u with his help. His face contorted at the smell of me when I
stumbled into him. A single glance at the cops face, and I knew now was not
the time for apologies. The football jocks strong arms wrapped around my
waist, guiding me towards the blurry squad car, the door opened before I
got there and in a blink I was sitting down. Doors closed, opened, and
closed again, the engine started, and in less time than it should have
taken, Eath's car was parked outside his building and once again Diego was
helping me weave towards the door.

	Things get hazy from there; I remember being dumped off in the
bathroom so I could do my thing and puke up about half the alcohol still in
my stomach. Then I was lying down on the guest bed while Diego yanked off
my shoes and shirt. Ethan came to the doorway, he must have spoken but I
didn't catch what he said. D laid down beside me, and the world faced to
black, my body sank into the mattress, I was falling.

~*~*~*~*~*~

	The steady monotony of a heartbeat metronome, with every throbbing
beat another wave of anguish washed over my body, starting at my head and
flowing downward, pummeling my stomach as it went. I believe in karma, and
according to this hangover she certainly believes in me. "Oh god, kill me
now. Please?" Another sudden burst of pain that set me off balance, my head
split in two, surely this was death? "Mornin' to you too sunshine" The
groggy football player beside me said as he reached over my aching form to
turn off the blaring alarm clock. Instantly half the pain in my head went
away, of course, the alarm clock was that blaring metronome buzzing through
my brain! There was no corny moment of realization for me, I didn't roll
over sand suddenly realize all of what I'd done last night. I didn't gasp
in horror and sit up suddenly; I stared at the shadow-cast ceiling and knew
that I'd blown my life into little bitty smoldering pieces last
night. Little bitty stomped on, soggy, smelly, smoldering pieces with dank
alleyway sludge on them. Yeah, that seamed to sum it up pretty well.

	So not for the first time in my life, a nasty hangover's kicking me
ass and I'm lying beside someone that I don't exactly remember falling
asleep with. But this time it's not funny, it's not gross, and I will
actually have to pay for it. As if the hangover nausea weren't enough, well
now I have this awesome dread style nausea boiling deep inside my gut. More
as a plea for the previous day to have been a dream, and less because I
knew it was true, I looked up at Diego and said "I fucked up." I remembered
the fight he and I had had, which only made his being here that much more
bizarre. His deep brown eyes were reflecting the sunlight that managed to
wriggle in through closed blinds, he wasn't smiling, nor did he look
angry. I almost wished he would. Because he was giving me the same look I
imagined he might give a terminally ill cancer patient. Which, needless to
say, did not bode well for my continued survival.

	I wanted to say something about the throbbing in my head, or the
stinging rawness of my throat, or even the bruises I could feel rising up
on my knees from the brutality of gravel, but for some reason none of it
seamed at all relevant. The only thoughts able to stick in my mind were
those of my mistakes. My future now as just as uncertain as it had been
with my mother, I couldn't see Ethan forgiving and forgetting about this
one so easily. My Sunday had gone to hell and this was by far the worst
Monday I can remember having had. Strange how the actions of a single day
can grab your life by the balls and yank it into a direction you really
don't want it going. "Fuck I wish I was catholic, then I could just confess
and be absolved of all my sins!" I growled as I pushed myself up in bed. A
slow marching tune started in my head. This was the beginning of the end.

	All of a sudden my eyes were burning hot and my throat was closing
up, my bottom lip pulled down and tears fought through tightly closed
lashes. My abs jerked and through my lips escaped a sob. My neck and face
flushed red, hot with emotion. I felt the disappointment I knew Ethan and
Diego must be feeling, I felt it well up inside my chest, and I couldn't
control it as it escaped. I hate crying, it makes me shake and sweat, makes
my head pound harder and makes me feel like throwing up. And it always
seams like I've waited to long to do it because it happens with such
force. Sob after pitiful sob forced through my lips and I was hardly aware
of wrapping my arms around my knees and hiding my head, I barely hard the
door open, only started crying harder when I failed to realize that it was
the sound of someone entering the room, not someone leaving me. I was only
brought away from my self-pity when I heard the lights in the room flick
on, saw the bright redness pressing against my closed eyes.

	I looked up slowly, dragging my cheeks along my legs to wipe them
of my tears. Right inside the doorway stood the one person I most feared
and needed right now. Ethan. I forced myself to blink, because this felt
like the last time I might ever be able to look at his face, his naked
torso, his lower body clad in only a pair of black cotton boxers. I
wanted... needed to know what he was thinking. Diego was watching us both
with the considering gaze of a spectator caught up in the midst of a
strange new sport. For some reason, while my mind was now panicking, my
body set upon with a stillness, a calm. A calm it seamed in the moment, of
a man condemned.  But for a guilty man I was being gazed at rather
strangely by the judge. No anger shown in Ethan's eyes, no pity. He didn't
even seam to be considering me. It seamed as though he were... glad to see
me. The marching tune in my head slowed down, allowing for my thoughts to
fill my mind. One thing hung heavy in the air between us all, and though I
didn't know how to fix it, I couldn't stand the thought of leaving it
unaddressed. I didn't know whether to look at my best friend or my
boyfriend, so instead I looked at my knees and muttered "I-I'm sorry." The
minute the words left my lips they sounded lame, somehow wrong, but I had
nothing else to offer.

	Diego snorted beside me, and a small smirk appeared on Ethan's
lips. "Good." The cop said, and all I could feel was relief that he was
still talking to me. "You're a shithead Dane." This coming from the kid who
thinks leering at a chicks boobs is a compliment to Mother Nature,
nice. Again though, I was glad that he still felt the urge to speak to
me. "We need to talk." Ok, I'd known that one was coming; I nodded, not
trusting my voice. Instead of sitting at the bed with D and I, Eath sat
himself down along the wall facing us. "First, how do you feel?" That first
one wasn't so bad. "My head hurts I guess, but I'm ok." I talked to my
knees again, Ethan nodded and Diego rolled his eyes. "All you did last
night was drink right?" Diego asked that one, and I nodded, wondering what
he might have thought id done. But that one big worry was still hanging on.

	I guess Ethan could tell, because he looked at me until I looked at
him and said "Your ok, but your going to own up for screwing up. We're
laying down some rules. Don't look at me like that; they're going to be for
both of us. And you are NOT going to make this a habit." I'd given him a
disgusted look at the word `rules' but now I was a little curious, he
continued. "I am pissed at you, but I screwed up too. Diego told me you
probably freaked `cause we ditched you. `Cause... I... ditched you." I
nodded again, I felt like I was on autopilot. "I hate drugs Dane, I worked
narcotics, I know what they can do." I tried to say something at this
point, but the cop glared me into silence. "Your mom is what they can do
dude. I get that pot is different, but it can rule your world too if your
not careful. And maybe you are, but that will NEVER mean that I'm gonna be
ok with it."

	Diego was looking like the guilty party, sitting up against the
head of the bed. He opened his mouth once, then closed it and looked down,
I felt the same way.  "I'm sorry Eath. I guess I'm just not used to someone
caring what the fuck I do." It felt again like I was saying the wrong
thing, sounded like I was looking for pity, when I wasn't. "You fucked up
by smoking, but we could have worked that out, I felt bad about the way I
reacted. But going off and getting drunk was so much worse." I swallowed
hard, my mouth was dry and my head was testimony to how bad an idea
drinking had been. "You could have hurt yourself last night, or someone
else. Frankly, I'm not sure you don't have a little alcohol poisoning right
now, or maybe you did last night. Dane, this is where I lay down the law."
I wrapped my arms back around my legs, my pits were sweating but I felt
cold. Fear in its purest form. Diego spoke up now, and I realized that the
cop and the jock were working as a team. "Dane, you're gonna help cop-man
understand you. And you're both gonna have rules for what goes down when
something bad goes down."

	I nodded, but when they didn't speak I said "Ok, so... what?" D
rolled his eyes again, Ethan stepped up to the plate. "If you stone, I
don't have to be ok with it. Fair?" I nodded, and said "I want to do it
again, well I might, but you can take away my keys or something." My guilty
conscious was breaking through. Ethan relaxed a bit, unbinding his firsts
from one another. "Good. And Dane, when we fight, you can lock yourself in
your room, slam doors, turn on heavy metal, be a normal kid, but until I
can trust your temper... I don't want you leaving the house angry." It
actually made me feel better to agree to that one, somehow, though pissed,
I felt safer. Maybe on some level we're all scared of ourselves. I nodded,
gazing at the curly black hairs that covered my legs. "Ethan," it was hard
for me to keep talking for some reason "how angry are you right now?"

	His head fell forward for a moment as he thought, the cop sighed
and ran a hand through his pale hair. "Last night I was angry. You ran off
on me, Diego called here to make sure you got home ok. We drove around
forever before you called, I was so angry at your selfishness. But you're
lucky, cause right now I'm too glad your home to be that angry." Damn, I
wish he'd just be mad! Now I felt even more miserable and terrible about
what I'd done. I guess I hadn't thought about how he'd felt yet, and I was
a jerk for that too. I knew sorry wouldn't cut it, so I nodded to my knees,
black hair falling in my face. It stank of pot and liquor and sweat born of
fear, it smelled like hot lake and dirty gravel. The same in my chest, my
heart, was potent. And there was still something that needed settled. "My
punishment. What are you gonna do to me to make me not do it again?" The
words were quiet, but at least I looked up at the cop when I said them this
time.

	The last look I expected Eath to have was puzzled, but low and
behold, I had stumped him. "I'm honestly not sure little man. I kind of
thought the hangover was enough. But you REALLY fucked up this one. I wanna
do something that'll stay with you. So let me think about it ok?" I groaned
and gave D a helpless look that he didn't return. "Personally, I think we
should make him listen to bad country on high volume until his headache is
gone." The traitor! My own best friend had suggested that horrible
punishment! "I'm gonna kill you!" I yelped, launching myself across the bed
and landing on top of him. He grabbed my neck and squeezed. Instantly we
were both grunting and rolling around on the bed like a couple of boa
constrictors going in for the kill.

	"Hey! Break it up you two!" The cop crossed the room and knelt on
the bed, trying warily to unbind us from one another with little
success. He got his hand stuck between our chests as he tried bodily to
lift me off the Spaniard, and next thing we or he knew, it was a three man
cage match. D got me in a headlock that did nothing for my throbbing
temples. Ethan grabbed him in a bear hug, and I had my legs wrapped around
D, trying to squeeze the life out of him. As one sweating being we thrashed
around on the bed as if to bad trance music, for one glorious moment I had
the upper hand, my knee on Diego's chest and my short but muscled arm
wrapped around the cop, then all at once they both moved and the three of
us, in total shock, wound up on the floor.

	You know about my luck by now, if its ever around its NEVER in a
good mood, so of course you already know who ended up on the bottom of the
pile whimpering and squirming to try and get away. "Ohhhh..." Diego had
been caught between Ethan and I, which in any other situation I would deem
a lucky position. Sheepishly, the blond hunk pushed himself off my best
friend, and pulled said squished entity off of me. I continued to lay on
the ground with my eyes close, vaguely wondering if anything was broken,
but more feeling that I had gained more than my share of punishment for one
day. "Think it's alive?" D asked, prodding my side with his stinky
toe. "Not sure... Might just be sleeping." My boyfriend replied, he sounded
in a much better mood than earlier. I decided to give them a clue at this
point and let out a low, mournful groan of pain. "Awwe..." That was Ethan
again, the fuck. "Will a kiss make it better?" Kiss? YES!

	And the moment my eyes flickered open, they blinked shut again. My
cop was kneeling over me, so close I could feel his heat. And then his lips
were on mine, and his hands were buried in my dirty hair, his stubble was
scratching my lips and cheeks and I felt relief stronger than I thought was
possible. Instinctively my legs curled around his waist and my hands
touched his bare shoulders, neither of us opened our mouths but the heat
was so intense that we didn't need to. He lowered his body so that his
chest pressed against mine, bare skin to skin. I held on to him tighter,
felt the sharp bones of our hips press together, felt his heat and his size
anew. He really was here, even through last night, he was here. "Oh Jesus
Dane, you stink!" WTF? A sudden glare caught my eyes and I pulled my legs
from around the muscle hunks waist. "Jerk!" I retorted to his awesome lack
of tact during such a tender moment. To my side I could hear the badly
stifled snickers of the football jock.

	"No, seriously, you need to be cleansed!" Ethan said this in this
totally fake, holier than thou voice. "Oh, I need to be cleansed huh? Are
you offering?" A maniacal smile crossed my lips at the same time I caught a
glint of his baby-blues. After one noisy, sloppy scuffle to pull ourselves
from the floor, and we were hand in hand walking out of the bedroom. A
twisted, unrealistic thought crossed my mind, and just made me say "Hey,
Diego, you should join us!" And to my utter amazement he got off the bed
and made to follow us into the bathroom. I must be dreaming...I
thought. "Just so long as its one of those totally hetero, post ball-game
type showers ok?" He said to the look on my face. My mouth fell open, but
Ethan saved me the trouble of forming words by saying. "Yeah, it'll be just
as hetero as Dane and I!" So by now I was thinking that D would gross out
and back out, but I was stuck looking like a fish trying to breathe above
water yet again when his response was to shrug slightly and grin.

	The minute we got into the bathroom though, things got
awkward. Ethan leaned into the bathtub and started the shower water, then
without warning dropped trow and started getting out towels. Diego hung in
the doorway, eyeing the cops rear with a mild look of panic. I was caught
between lust for my boyfriend and respect for my best friend, but my
conscience, like my luck, never seams to take the correct turns. I too
stripped off my boxers and socks, and then reached behind my back and
stretched, pushing my hips forward a bit and my shoulder back. Right in
full view of the other two. Ethan's eyes roamed my chest, then my belly,
then my cock which was slightly pumped just from being on display.

	D scratched his forearm and chewed on his lower lip, being totally
sexy and coy without meaning to. Then he clenched his eyes shut and yanked
down his boxers, showing his curly black pubes and totally listless
piece. He saw me looking and turned bright read, so I busied myself with
checking the temp of the water, which was good, so I hopped in. Instantly I
realized what Eath had meant, with the water on my skin I smelled like
something between wet dog and wet drunk. Gross! Ethan followed me in
seconds later, putting a hand on my hip as he climbed behind me, rubbing
against me. Diego was still standing in the doorway, blushing, and I
wondered just how much he regretted following us in here. He opened his
mouth as if to say something, then shut it and looked down at his
feet. "You know, you don't have to get in if you don't want." He grinned a
bit, blushing a deeper shade of crimson, so badly in fact that the color
went into his neck and chest.

	But at least my words seamed to have given him the push he
needed. One slow, nervous step after the other, my straight friend climbed
into the shower with me. D was standing in front of me, facing me, his back
being sacked by the water. Eath had grabbed up the body-wash and started
slathering himself with it, then turned his attention to my back, it felt
good, calming. The Spaniard opened some shampoo and squirted in into my
hair, then did the same to himself, scrubbed the stuff in, then started on
me. I love it when people mess with my hair, I'll play puppy to anyone who
does that, and he knows it. It felt so good that I leaned my head on his
chest and went a little limp, feeling Eath work his hands over my back,
neck and shoulders. In that moment, the one feeling overwhelming all else
was the massive cloud of comfort. The shower went on for what seamed like
hours, steam had soaked the bathroom walls with drops of water, glistening
like dew. I felt like I was newly born, washed clean of the sins of
yesterday, in the presence of two extraordinary friends, men I now knew
wouldn't falter in there loyalty because I made mistakes.

	I toweled my own body dry, as the others did the same. That feeling
of comfort had not left, but a new feeling was edging its was into me. The
trouble was gone and my body seamed to be humming, energy coursed through
me, I wanted to do something wind and adventurous. I chuckled real softly,
but the others still heard. "Hmm?" D grunted as he tied a towel around his
waist, and then he saw the look in my eyes. A grin spread across his face,
he knew how I was feeling. Ethan was caught wondering what the hell was
going on. BAM! His back was up against the wall and I was yanking his head
down, shoving my tongue into his mouth and rubbing his shoulders. This rush
of clearness, of straight up raw joy was better than anything you can smoke
or swallow.

	Ethan pulled me off after a second, but I was hugging him
tightly. "I'm so fuckin' happy right now!" (I might explain that this is
another funny side of being manic*) The cop laughed in new understanding
and pulled me upwards so that I could kiss him again. D apparently hadn't
left the room like I thought he would, he muttered "Last time he was like
this, we were outside doing donuts in the Wal-Mart parking lot until
5am..." I laughed, it was true. My energy gets me so high sometimes that I
can't contain it. Blondie broke away from my lips again; he could probably
feel me humming with electricity or something. I didn't have the presence
of mind to wonder how he would handle this... special... part of what makes
me, me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

	The gym smelled like all gyms should, feet and sweat and chlorine
and a dozen different kinds of deodorant. Ethan has a platinum membership
which allows his guests in for free, to one of the busiest gay gyms in the
city. And after realizing that a tranquilizer dart might be considered a
bad parenting technique, he'd brought me and my bud-buddy there for a
workout. Diego was agreeing to a lot of things today that I wouldn't have
generally dreamed of asking him to do. All three of us are studs, we got a
shitload of once-overs in the locker room, even D seamed to dig all the
attention. Not that he leaned over real obviously while he laced up his
shoes, or stretched and flexed for as long as he could without looking
retarded. No, no that was me, and did it EVER garner some positive
results. Well ok, most of the dudes checking me out would be considered
positive results, but this one creepy old dude in the corner was utterly
uncool.

	So after some major showing off on my part, it was time for some
major showing off in the weight room.  Ethan set himself up at the leg
press and D offered to spot him while he warmed up. I figured a light round
of curls would be a nice way to limber up, I probably could have started
higher, but the 20lbs felt good, and I could move quickly, which was what
my body was demanding. After a bit I moved on to the bench-press, Eath was
now spotting Diego on the leg press so I figured I'd go spotter-less. About
reps into it a throat cleared behind my head and I jumped so bad I almost
dropped the bar. "You aint supposed to work without a spotter, kid." I
replaced the bar and sat up to see a HOT African stud glairing down at me,
he was probably late 20-something with shoulder length braids and skin so
black it looked blue-tinged. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, his
white shirt clung MUCH too tight to his enormous chest.

	"M-my boyfriend and friend are busy..." My voice came out much more
breathily that I'd like to pretend it had. "Sorry." Again I spoke in more
of a whisper, darting a glance at Eath and D. The stranger followed my gaze
and shrugged. His accent was deep and rich when he spoke. "How `bout we
work together? I came alone today." Oh shit, YES! A perfect mix of good
luck and bad conscience was going to make this one fun workout. I managed
to get my voice back long enough to say "Sure." Again I glanced at my
boyfriend, again the other man followed my gaze, and I swear I saw him
smirk before he looked back down on me. "Let me add some weight." It wasn't
a question, but he said it with such a beautiful accent, flashing dazzling
white teeth, that I didn't object. Fifty more pounds, this could be a bad
thing, my shoulder's junk, but I already told you all about that. I covered
up my nerves by leaning down to make sure my shoes were tied. When he got
in position, I laid back and got myself ready, instantly an ache started in
my right shoulder, but I masked my face with concentration and started
slow, precise reps.

	At my normal count my arms were shaking and that ache had become a
full on jagged throb. I pushed up one last time, ready to return the bar to
its hangers, but as I did, the guy put his hands in the way. My shoulder
ground against itself in protest, I tried again to put it up, and he
blocked me again and said "You can do five more, I know it." I grit my
teeth, he was probably right, but I hadn't planned on really pushing myself
today. "I'm done." I replied, almost wanting to try and support the bar
with only my good arm. "No, you can do five more." The glare was getting
fierce by now, but something inside of me wanted to show him that I
could. The bar came back down to my chest, then rose, down again; sweat
beaded on my chest and forehead, back up with a grunt. "Take it." I
couldn't help the pleading note in my voice, it hurt. He shook his head no,
blocked my again with his hand, I needed so badly to let it go that I
blasted one more rep, much faster that I should have. On my way down one
last time, I felt the bar become lighter, he was helping me, the bar was
finally suspended above my head and out of my hands.

	My right arm was shaking badly as I sat up, but the pain died down
as quickly as it had come.

	"My name is Arrin." He was standing before me, offering me his
water bottle, I took it without thinking and drank heavily before handing
it back. I looked up into his eyes; they were dark, chocolately brown,
tinged with gold and something almost red. He was drinking slowly from the
bottle I'd just wrapped my lips around, my insides squirmed. "I'm Dane." My
voice had lost most of its shakiness, I was now trying to re-establish
feeling in the fingertips of my right hand. "Well Dane, how `bout we see
how you do on the incline." I couldn't help but smile, Arrin had glanced
down at my abs as he suggested that I work them out. I hopped up and
followed him over to the board against the wall. After tucking my feet
under the band at the top, I leaned all the way back, my feet at least a
foot above my head. Sit-ups were easy, I cranked them out forever before
slowing down. "10 more." Arrin said, I did them. "10 more." He ordered
again, I struggled through them. Twice more he said this, twice more I
followed his command.

	"That's enough." Said a much deeper male voice from somewhere to my
left. I lay back grateful for the voice, my stomach was on fire. "Who
says?" Arrin's accent was strong. "I do." The guy barking at him was big,
with wide shoulders and beefy arms, his skin was tan and littered with
freckles, short cut red hair stood spiked on top of his head. He looked
closer to the 40 side of 30 than the 20 side, he also looked like a drill
sergeant, like he ate nails for breakfast and shit dumbbells. "And who are
you?" Arrin growled. "Senner, now leave the kid alone." Uh-oh... I smelled
a fight coming on, and while I was flattered that two huge hunks liked me,
I really didn't think bringing a bunch of pigs isn't a gay gym to clean up
the murder mess sounded like a `good idea'. I slowly edged off the incline
mat, wondering how tough it might be to sneak away from them. "You can back
the fuck off, Sen, and leave my boy alone!" Arrin again, wait, oh no he
didn't! "I'm not YOUR boy!" I scoffed, he was coming off as a total creep-o
now. Senner seaned to inflate at my words, Arrin bristled and glared down
at me.

	"Dane!" Another deep voice barked on my other side. "Eath!" If I'd
ever been happier to see him, I don't remember it. "Who's he?" Arrin, Ethan
and Senner had all spoken at the same time. Oh great. "I'm his boyfriend!"
Ethan growled out, realizing that these two could be
competition. Uhh-ohhh...



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