Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2021 20:00:31 -0600
From: Billy Wright <billy.alexander.wright@gmail.com>
Subject: Us, For You (Chapter 13)

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Without further ado:

Characters:
Alexander - Me, a boy of 16
Christopher - My brother, 2 years older (still mad at me)
Minakami - Japanese boy, same age as me (kind, daring and helpful)
Ekrem - Turkish boy, 2 years older (warm, caring and sweet)
Alexjei - Czech boy (our prince charming we just met)

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Part 3
Fairy Tale 4 (Czech Republic)


Alexjei had almost unbuttoned my shirt. "Third time is a charm," said a
voice inside of me. "This is what you wanted, right?" We were in the lobby
of his building, you could see the doors to other people's apartments, yet
there was Alexjei, with almost no clothes and taking off mine.

"Wait," I ran up the stairs without a shirt until I got to his apartment on
the fifth floor but he caught me before I could enter.

"Where are you going?" He was smiling, I could see the excitement in his
face.  "Stay here."

"Someone could see us," I whispered, worried.

"That's the point," Alexjei started unbuttoning my jeans. He put me on all
fours, with my hands and knees of the steps of the stairs while he let my
jeans and boxers fall to my feet.

His arms were holding my chest, exploring every corner in me and his lips,
with that strong cinnamon flavor, started dancing on my neck. It was then
that I felt his member on the back of my thigh and I understood what he
wanted. He had never done that with me before, every time we did it (and we
did it a lot) we had almost exclusively done oral stuff, that excited him
but now, on the stairs, I could feel him wanting more.

It was sudden, there was no warning. The consideration Ekrem had given me
was nowhere to be found here. Quite the opposite, Alexjei was wild,
aggressive. He had just begun but I already felt him thrusting his entire
member inside me, a deep pain ran through my legs. That's when I decided I
had had enough.

"Stop," I said but he didn't stop. He started to move more and more inside
me.  "Stop," I repeated but he ignored me again. "Alexjei, stop!"

I pulled him out and, with my jeans still in my ankles, I entered his
apartment.  Alexjei was behind me, he seemed annoyed but no less excited.

"You really got that nervous? Easy, it's okay, this is a fairy tale,
remember?  Eveything it's alright," he assured me. "Come, let's go to the
balcony, you like it there, don't you?"

"Alexjei, wait," I said as fast as I could. "Listen, I... I don't like
doing it in public places."

He gave me a baffled look. "What are you talking about? Every time we do it
in public I can see how excited you get," he said grabbing my still stiff
member with his hand, stroking it a little. I took a step back.

"It's not about that. Look... I admit it, it's exciting to do it in places
we shouldn't and feeling the breeze on our bodies, that's not the
issue. The problem is... you never asked me, you know? You just made me do
it."

"You never said no."

"I never said yes," I replied.

"I thought this is what you wanted."

"That's what I mean! You never asked me what I wanted, you only THOUGHT you
knew, but do you want to know what I want?" Judging by the expression on
his face, we wasn't enjoying hearing this. "What I want is not to sleep
with you, I want to go on a date with you. To some place romantic, to walk
holding hands, something like that. Something that last's more than a few
days. Something serious. That's what I want."

Alexjei stood there, still naked. Just then I noticed that my jeans were
still on the floor. I put then on and buttoned them. Alexjei had no
expression on his face, I'd never seen him like that.

"I don't want that," he finally said. "I'm sorry but I don't want that."

I took a step back until I reached his bed, I sat down and let my hands
found my face, defeated. I wanted to laugh, to cry and scream, all at
once. "This... this is not a fairy tale. This is a nightmare."

"Hey," he stepped towards me. "This is not my fault, how was I supposed to
know you wanted to do romantic stuff?"

"Because I was always trying to invite you to romantic spots! You never
wanted to go."

"And that didn't make you think: 'oh, perhaps he doesn't want to do
something romantic?' "

Then it all came back to me. All the memories, each one: Alexjei never
wanting to see me except to go to his place or to do it at the café;
never something romantic, it was always kissing and fooling around. He even
called a taxi once to get rid of me. "You are right, you were always like
that. You just wanted to sleep with me and I... I don't know, I had this
idea in my head that you were going to be the right guy, that the third
time's a charm... I wanted to believe that so badly that I started seeing
things how I wanted to see them, not how they truly were.

Alexjei raised his shoulders, annoyed. "I just wanted to have fun, that's
it. Usually the guys I'm with know that. It's weird to find someone like
you that wants to have more. I don't want that, at least not in this moment
of my life. I thought you wanted to have fun."

"And I thought you wanted something serious."

"Well, if you want something you must say it, no one can read your mind."
Alexjei looked at me from the bed, confused, disgusted, as if I was doing
nothing but wasting his time. "If you didn't want to have fun then, why the
hell did you approach to me at the café for?"

"Okay, first of all, you approached me. Second, do you really believe that
every guy who approaches you only does so to sleep with you?"

Alexjei rolled his eyes. "Better that than being like you and assume that
every guy who talks to you is your Prince Charming. What kind of psychopath
puts that expectation on someone else?"

"I just wanted something serious but I see that's too much to ask of you,"
I let myself fall on the bed but stood up almost immediately. "You know
what the worst thing of all is?" I could feel the tears starting to form in
my eyes. "That first day, when we went to the Charles Bridge, you remember
it? That day you were an incredible date, amazing, kind, caring. You said
all the right things... I didn't imagine a prince out of nowhere, I just
made the mistake of thinking you were like in the first date."

Alexjei stood up, offended. I could see I had hurt him, the anger behind
his eyes.  "Was that your first date ever or are you an idiot. EVERYONE
acts different on their first date, I only repeated the stuff you had
already said. I told you what you wanted to hear. And no, you cannot blame
for the illusions you made yourself believe so please, close the door on
your way out."

I opened my mouth to protest but no words came out, I was crying. "Are you
kicking me out?"

"Are you going to sleep with me? Didn't think so, so go ahead. Leave."

I tried to think of something to say, something clever, an insult but
nothing came. I closed my mouth, turned around and went back to the dark
lobby. I walked down the stairs and there, next to the front door, I found
my shirt. I hadn't even noticed I was not wearing it.

Outside the cold air of the night was roaring, the city that a few minutes
ago felt straight out of a bedtime story had now become dark and desolated,
covered in an infected shade of brown with shadows lurking in every
corner. I tried to walk but only managed to take a few steps before falling
on a piece of grass. I was crying and could barely see, my body was
shaking.

Why the hell was I crying for? Why did I feel so miserable? I didn't know,
I didn't know, only that I did know, I knew exactly why I was feeling that
way: because Alexjei was right.

I had forced the idea that, whoever I met on that trip, was going to be a
prince even before I met him. I had that weight, that expectation.

I made everything into a fairy tale; seeing the world not was it was, but
as I wanted it to be.

And, worst of all, I never said what I wanted. Neither did him. We never
talked, we spent so much time together and we really never talked. We
wanted different things but never really noticed because we never talked.

I let the cold air of the night enter me, flood me. People were walking
around me, disgusted of the sight of a boy crying on the street floor. The
desperation, the fear, my mistake, I let all that in, I let all that drown
me, one thing after the other. I took me a few minutes but after crying for
a while, I felt better. I still felt miserable but also better. Then and
idea came to me.

I put out my phone and, without thinking of the cost, I dialed a number. It
rang twice before someone answered on the other side.

"Alex?" By the sound of his voice I could tell Baruk was happy to hear from
me. I could also tell I wasn't the only one who had been crying. "For a
moment I thought you weren't going to call. Thank you, really, I
thought..." his voice failed him.

"Baruk... talk," I said without rodeos, no long words, just the
point. "It's as simple as that. Talk to him. Talk."

"We have talked, before he left we had an argum..."

"No," I cut him. "I mean really talk, no fighting, no arguing, no
approaching with a list of complaints and no trying to be right or saying
things just because you are angry. I mean a real talk: taking a moment,
sitting down and saying what you think, what you feel, no accusing him of
anything, no casting blames on the other, just saying what you feel. And
listen to him, taking with someone is more than just talking, it's also
about listening. Everything that you told me on your message, the fear you
feel, how much you love him, everything that worries you... have you told
him that?"

Baruk took a moment, I could hear him think. "No, we haven't talked since
he left."

"Then how is he supposed to know what you want, what you feel?" Of all the
things, it was Alexjei's words what came to my mind: "If you want something
you must say it, no one can read your mind. You can't get angry at him for
doing something you don't like if you haven't told him you don't like
that."

"He shouldn't have left without telling me he was going to see Minakami,"
Baruk said.

"You are right," I conceded. "Ekrem should have told you that. He didn't
talk to you, now you want to make the same mistake he did and not tell the
other stuff you should have told him? You don't control what he does, you
can only control what you do and what you need to do is talk. Not just now
but every time you feel something, every time that something bothers your
or every time you want something. Talk. It is that simple. Half the
problems in the world would be solved if people just talked."

"You make it sound simple," I could hear the smile on the other side of the
line, the tears too.

"Sometimes things are simple but we make them complicated," those words
were for him as much as they were for me. "Baruk," I added. "Remember, you
and I are friends too."

"Thank you, Alex. Really."

None of us say another words, we both smiled before hanging up. I
sighed. Who would have said? Alexjei, of all the people in the world, had
been the one who helped me to solve Baruk's problem. My smile disappeared
after realizing how ugly things were going to get when Ekrem slept with
Minakami. And who knew, maybe they were sleeping together right now.

I was about to stand up when I heard someone call my name. I looked up
waiting to find Alexjei but it wasn't him. It was someone I wasn't
expecting to see. It was Chris.

"Chris?" I said what first came to mind. "How did you know where to find
me?"

"I tracked your phone, idiot," he was angry, more than that, he was
furious. "Now tell me: what the hell are you doing here, alone in the
middle of Prague? Who goes out like that just to see a boy? And without
telling anybody! No one knew where you were! What's wrong with you?"

"I... eh..."

"Have you any idea what time is it?" He was yelling. "Alex, you can't just
leave like that in a city you don't know. What would've you done if
something happened to you? If someone did something to you? Eh? What were
you thinking?"

"Look who's talking, you kicked me out of the room!"

"I thought you were in the lobby! Or the restaurant or someone else's
room!" He raised his voice but there wasn't anger behind, it was something
else. It was fear, it was sadness, it was relief, and it was guilt. "I
didn't think you were sneaking out of the hotel to go to the city by
yourself."

I tried to talk but Chris shut me up by taking out his phone. A moment
later, a taxi arrived to get us. All the way back neither of us said a
thing, there were no traces of rage left in his face but his hands were
still locked in a fist and his breathing was still heavy. He seemed willing
to fight the world.

When I opened the door to the room, I found it empty.

"What happened to the girl?"

"I told her to leave," that was all he said. "Now go to sleep. No leaving
the hotel at night, no leaving the hotel at day. You heard me? For the rest
of the trip."

I didn't complained. I undid the bed, took of my shirt and jeans and
climbed inside the sheets. Chris turned off the light. I tried but I
couldn't sleep that night, nor the next one or any other for the rest of
the trip.

The next day Chris seemed mad, that hadn't changed, but now he was always
close. On every visit to every museum or tourist attraction he was next to
me.  Every time it was lunch time I could feel his eyes on me. Sometimes he
even sat with me instead of his friends. We didn't talk but we were there,
together.

"Chris is right, you know that, right?" That was Minakam's voice. On the
last day of their trip, he and Ekrem had called me. I told them everything
that had happened with Alexjei and that was their response. "Why did you
think it was a good idea to go to a stranger's house in a city you don't
know and without telling anyone?  Something could have happened to you."

"You say as if I hadn't done the same thing with you and Ekrem."

"It wasn't the same thing!" Minakami protested. "Your parents knew and had
Ekrem's phone number. And with me you stayed on the hotel and to places you
had already went to."

"Besides, Alex, why do you compare Japan?" Ekrem helped next to him. "Japan
is incredibly safe, so safe that even five year old kids take the subway on
their own.  Europe isn't like that."

"Not to mention that guy, Alexjei, the other Alex, had his own apartment."
Minakami added. "How old was he?"

"He was nineteen," I lowered my head. They were right, they were right. Why
was I so stupid to see it? Why was I so willing to take a risk like that? I
had gotten so stuck with having him as a third time charm that I let a
bunch of thins slide. "I'm sorry, really, I'm so sorry."

Minakami raised his shoulders, comprehensive. "We worry about you, you
know?  We just want you to be okay, that's it. Don't torture yourself just
for one mistake, I know you won't let it happen again. Besides, you are a
really good friend, Alex."

Ekrem walked to the screen. "That's true. In fact, I should thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Baruk called this morning." He said. "He didn't say much but he apologized
for not talking to me before, for not trying to explain me how he felt. We
promised to talk more when I got back but... you talked to him, didn't
you?"

"He told you?"

"No, but he used a lot of phrases that only you say." Ekrem was
smiling. "Thank you, really."

I moved closer to the camera. "But, what are you going to tell him? I mean,
he was very worries because you went to see Minakami and if you and him..."

"Woah, okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," Minakami
intervened. "Alex... Ekrem and I didn't sleep together."

"You didn't?"

"Of course not," Ekrem looked at me. "I know we joke around a lot and that
we both like to see you and that we do those little shows every once in a
while but mixing friendship and sex is never a good idea. Besides, part of
me already suspected that Baruk might have a problem with that so, well, I
wasn't going to risk my relationship for just ten minutes of fun."

"Ten minutes?" Minakami looked at him, jokingly offended. "Two hours, you
mean."

Ekrem and I were laughing. "Alex, the thing between Minakami and I is just
like the thing between Alexjei and you. It may be difficult in the moment
but, in the long run, you'll be have you didn't sleep with every boy you
found."

I spent the rest of the day smiling about that. It was funny how part of me
felt defeated, vanquished, but another part was happy about it. I wasn't
going to tell them that technically Alexjei had been inside me but it had
only been for less than ten seconds so it didn't count. Even though their
trip had ended, mine still had three more days.

Chris and I spent that time together, almost all of it in silence but,
every once in a while, one of us said something that made us both laugh.

When we got back home, while every memory of Prague was playing back in my
mind, I noticed something Chris had said: "Who goes out like that just to
see a boy? And without telling anybody!" Had he said... to see a boy? I
stood there, in my room petrified. Did... did Chris knew I liked boys?
Since when? How?

Little did I know, I still had one more trip to come...

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So...this is the end of Czech Republic, part 3, I hope it was unexpected
and a happy departure from the last two trips. So... There is going to be a
4th and last part to come. This time, I will accept suggestions for the
last boy:

How do you want him to look? What are his hobbies? What does he like? You
can tell me his characteristics and I'll pick the ones I like the most.