Hey guys,
So here is chapter two, little more involved than Chapter 1. Little more Drama for you to absorb! Anyways, Questions, Comments, Hate-mail - its all accepted! To be honest, I wasn't sure I would be able to finish this by March 31st, and well I barely did, but had to do some editing, so it'll be sent off on April 1st instead. Ah well, it was an important day today so it took loner to finish everything.
As always, thanks for reading.
Dangereuse Attraction 2
I sat at home that night in the dark, my head hurt so badly that I didn't want to move from my spot -- another migraine, just what I needed. This one was bad too, I had never been in so much pain but it seemed as if everything just made my head throb and cry out in agony. I was sitting in the "lazy-chair" as I referred to it, since once you were in it, you didn't want to get up, I rocked it back and forth a little...
"Did you want a Tylenol? Some water?" Beck asked me from around the corner.
"No, thanks, but no. I just want to sit here" I replied
"Hmmm..."
"Ill be alright, really."
"Okay, but if you need anything, just ask."
I grabbed my MP3 player and started to listen to music. Sounds strange that everything was making my head hurt and I started to listen to music, but it always seemed to help. I never played the music too loudly, and it was always relaxing for me, so it worked. My own home remedy!
But this time it didn't work. The migraine didn't get any worse, but it didn't go away. I spent a few days off work resting, hoping that would be enough to get me back on my feet. But by the end of the week I was completely down for the count. I was talking to my sister on the phone over the weekend, telling her all about the migraines and learned that she too had them.
"Great, so mom gave us migraines, I was hoping for the house."
"So long as I get the car!" she joked.
"Deal. You can have her doll collection to, since that's just creepy."
"No way! We're burning those! Ha-ha. So anyways... you know about the wedding...?"
"Yeah, I heard you two finally set a date...I'm happy for you. Mom probably bawled her eyes out, didn't she?"
"Mmhmm, more than I did when he proposed to me!"
"That's mom for ya. So when is it?"
"In two months, we're not having a big wedding, just close friends and family, will you be able to attend?"
"Not really sure I can afford it, but I will definitely try. Will have to save a lot of money if I'm going too... if I'm able to, my gift will be my presence."
"That's fine! I would just like you to be there."
"I'll let you know what happens, okay?"
"Okay, I should go now, though. Hope you feel better! Love ya, Bro!"
"Love you too!"
To avoid a much longer story than need be, I will skip most of the month and let you know that I was unable to attend my sisters wedding. Shortly after talking to her on the phone I started to get worse. I caught a cold to be more precise.
It wasn't too long after I caught the cold that my health really went downhill. I would sleep about eighteen hours a day because my body was so weak, I was sweaty and coughing and throwing up. It was really bad. My worst day was just two days before my sisters wedding; I had woken up early, still in my awful state and knew I had to get to the bathroom. I had absolutely no energy that entire week, but at this moment I knew for certain that if I didn't get to the bathroom I was going to destroy my bedroom and so with all my might I forced myself out of bed and ran down the hall to the bathroom, slammed the door and just as I got there it happened.
I wont go into the more elaborate details to spare you your stomach, but I will tell you this, I had thrown up a lot, and I do mean a lot. So much that I started to puke blood -- and it was so fucking scared when I saw the little pool forming. But I ran out of energy so fast that my fear was there but my body was immobilized. I collapsed to the cold tiled floor and lay there. I must have been there for hours because when Beck came home she found me on the floor asleep, in my underwear whimpering. That's when she took action! She grabbed me and hauled me to my feet and took me into the living room, dressed me, put my coat and shoes on me and carried me down the six flights of stairs to the road where a cab was waiting.
I sat in the doctors' office that day looking like a drunken hobo, and with whatever strength I had, I managed to answer all the doctors questions, and perform all the necessary tests -- and then wait... and wait... and wait a little more for test results. Finally he came back and told me that I had a very malicious strain of mono and that he was going to give me something for it, to help ease the pain and symptoms.
I started another job about two months after that incident and I felt better but still under the weather at that time. It wasn't fun -- and the job really sucked. I had started at another call centre doing surveys and I only took it because I was so far behind in rent. I made some friends there pretty quickly that made it tolerable, but besides that I really never talked to them outside of our work environment. And as time passed I slowly began to forget that I had been so sick.
"Hey Lucas! Long time no talk!" I said over the messenger.
"Hey man, where have you been?" He replied. It really made me smile to talk to him again, I didn't have many `true' friends and he somehow made living in the city tolerable for me.
"Been really sick lately. Lost my old job because of it. Now I have a new one, working a lot to make up the money I lost wile I was out"
"Aww. That's so shitty! I hope you are better now!"
"I am. Good to talk to you again too!"
"Glad to hear you are better. I was a little worried"
My heart melted at the comment. "Thanks. You busy this weekend? I have been trapped inside either my apartment or work for the longest time and really need to get out, maybe we could go for coffee again?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Same time, and place?"
"You remember that?"
"Yeah, its easy. You don't?"
"Well I do its just that... I thought... Well, I didn't think you did. Ha-ha."
"So I'll see you there then? I need to sleep now, have server work to do again tomorrow"
"I'll be there, you better be to, or so help you god!"
"I promise! But for now, good night!"
"Night."
I really wish I could say that when we met up again for coffee that something interesting happened, but this is real life, its honestly not as interesting as some stories out there. Its simple and straight forward, it has its own substance without needed aliens and battles and people fucking like rabbits in the elevator while you idly stand by and watch, and wait for your floor so you can ditch and get away from them. But I'm getting off track here... horribly off track. In all honesty; he was simply romancing me. But even that isn't quite true of this story. He wasn't actively romancing me, I was simply being swept away by him, everything he said and did made me feel so good and I couldn't draw myself away from him. Isn't that a good enough story to tell? Isn't that what most of us would like to have happen? As my most flamboyant thought up to this point, I felt like the Cinderella at the end of her story, and I liked it.
Normally I wouldn't say I wanted a knight in shining armour to come and sweep me away, I didn't really have those thoughts, ever. But since it seemed to be happening, who was I to argue?
"You went out with him again? Why?" Beck asked.
"Because I like him, and we're friends!"
"But you met him online, you really know nothing about him! You have no idea what he's really like!"
"Hence why I'm meeting him in person... to get to know him."
"I don't like this one bit. And I'm only being like this because I worry about you and don't want to see you have a broken heart again..."
"As opposed to... say...opening old wounds up and gouging them with salt about my past relationship? Yeah, I can see how that's effective."
"I didn't mean to... ugh! How did you make this about me?! How did you make me the bad guy here?"
"Practice." I started to walk away but to her the conversation wasn't over.
"I really wish you would reconsider this. You're new to the city, there are a lot of creeps here, you could wind up dead!"
"Not bloody likely. Id most likely end up severely beaten and live to tell the tale, while loosing the use of one of my limbs, now that would be my luck" and with that I shut and locked my bedroom door and played some music.
I rolled around in my bed a little that night; I was bored and didn't have anything to do the next few days since I only had three shifts at work. I didn't know how to entertain myself -- non-sexually that is.
I'm not sure exactly what happened, or how it happened but I found myself logged into my profile online and talking to gay men across the city. I was chatting away with a few cute guys that seemed nice and interested in me, but deep down I knew what they wanted and that actually turned me on, and eventually I wanted it too... a message came back in and blinked on my screen for a while, and then I clicked it because I knew what it read...
"I'll be there in an hour, look forward to this."
I let out a sigh, I wanted this and I didn't... I wanted sex to be more personal than I knew this would be, it'd be a bang and leave scenario which was all too common in the community, I'd regret it later. But I knew I wasn't going to contact him and cancel...
He arrived just over an hour later and I took him to my room immediately as to avoid contact with my roomie, god knows I didn't need her hounding me about random sex with a stranger too...
"Mind if I smoke some pot?" He asked.
"Not at all" I replied, I was trying to be impartial, I mean, I didn't even bother to learn his real name.
"You smoke it?"
"No, but I will now..." I took the joint from him and took a puff.
"I'm surprised. You didn't start coughing up your lungs"
"Smoking isn't that difficult. I've done it before, in high school"
"I see. Well, shall we get to it?"
I nodded and moved closer to him and un-tucked his shirt, pushing my hands against his stomach and up around his chest. He closed his eyes as I did this and I rubbed my hands across him for a short time before removing his shirt and throwing it to the floor. I leaned in and started to lick his nipples softly, and then after a few moans from him I started to nibble on them a little harder until I could feel his hard dick pushing against his jeans. I took my own shirt off and threw it to the ground as well and pulled him closer as I continued to nibble and suck on his nipples.
After I had him moved to the bed, I shoved him down, took off my pants, allowing my hard dick to be freed from confinement and then preceded to remove his pants. His dick swung out and hit his stomach, making a thwap sound; I had to admit his had a very nice cock. It was tick and long, reaching almost to his belly-button. He was cut and thankfully there was no cut-mark to show where his foreskin was removed, it was all a nice pink colour that reached to the head, which was now a throbbing, dark purple. I lubed my cock and -- I guess because I was high by this point I didn't think of it -- and stuck it in him. While still playing with his nipples I began to slowly thrust in and out of him.
Soon the thrusting became much more primal and the bed was shaking, he was moaning loudly as I tried to push my cock in deeper. I was afraid I was going to hurt him but he made no attempts to stop me so I continued, eventually grabbing his rock-hard dick in my hand and jacking him, supporting myself with my other hand, thrusting and jerking -- must have been a feat on my part, multitasking so much under the influence of a drug that didn't even make me think to put a condom on!
I jacked him harder until I could feel the throbbing in his cock meant that he was going to blow his load and I was ready for it. I had timed it well enough that we reached climax at the same time and I shot my load of cum into his ass. I could feel its warm stickiness even then, and all over his chest was his own load, he had shot far too, almost to his face, with a trail leading back to the tip of his cock, I pumped it just a few more times to allow what little was left in him to drip out before my arm gave out and I lay on his chest, smearing the cum over myself in the process.
"When you get tired of me laying on you, just roll me to the side, I'm too tired to move myself right now" I said, breathing hard.
"Ha-ha, no problem. I'm exhausted too; you gave me quite the work out. You're a fucking horny little bastard! Haven't had my ass pounded like that in a long time."
"I'm here to please..."
"I wish you didn't have to take you cock out, I love the feeling of a warm dick in my ass. But I can feel you losing your hard-on and moving slowly out of me." He said in a sad voice.
"Yeah, sorry bout that... I think he too needs to rest." I joked.
"I bet."
After we had gotten up, cleaned off and got dressed, I walked him downstairs and said goodbye. He left and I went back to my room -- it smelled like pot, badly. I opened my windows and started my fan, picking up small remains of the mess we had made. I will admit, for sex; that was damn good. But at the same time it was angry sex for me; I had pounded his ass so hard not because he was enjoying it, but because I was sexually frustrated and was taking it out on him -- the fact that he didn't struggle just gave me more incentive to force myself harder. But now I just felt wrong about it, I shouldn't have had sex with a complete stranger, unprotected at that, for the sake of having sex. Hell, I didn't even know his name, probably never would at that.
I grabbed a manga that I had bought a few days prior and sat on my bed, my back against the wall and started to read. Eventually the images and words of the book started to get blurry and distorted and I collapsed asleep on my bed; book still in hand.
When I woke up the next morning, I rolled around trying to force the sunlight out of my face to no avail. I gave up and rolled out of bed; what the hell happened? My head had hurt so much and I was still dizzy, a feeling I remembered from last night. And then it all came back to me in bits and pieces.
"Oh fuck me..." I said irritated. "I cant believe I actually did that... smoked pot, fucked a stranger, didn't use a condom... Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me!?"
I spent most of that day in the living room reading my manga's and watching movies, just letting the day pass by. Eventually though, I logged on to see who was online and low and behold, Lucas was there.
"HEY!" He said enthusiastically.
"Yo. How are you?" I replied.
"Good. Just at home relaxing. You?"
"Recovering..."
"Did you party last night? He-he-he"
I didn't know what to say really, I didn't want to lie, but telling him I fucked someone may not exactly be the best way to rope him in. So I opted for the lie..
"Yeah. Drank a little more than I'm used too, but I'll learn from that mistake."
"Nice. Enjoy your recovery!"
"Thanks, glad to know I have support!" I said sarcastically.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't support your recovery?"
"Let's not get into the details of that... not now, anyways."
"Deal. So what are you doing besides recovering?"
"Watching movies, reading my manga, `cause I'm a nerd and chatting on here with you; that's really it. How are you enjoying your day? Rubbing yourself below the belt again?" I jested. But after a few moments of silence I started to think that he had been... "Anyways," I said. "I think I'm going to pop some anime in my DVD player and watch some episodes. Chat with you later?"
"Yeah sure, message me anytime. Enjoy the anime."
"Always do." I waited a moment and then wrote "later."
"Bye-bye"
As I had said I started to watch anime and I watched a lot that day. I was a nerd at heart and really enjoyed elaborate stories that always seemed to work out in the end -- why can life be like that? I guess my problem is that I would rather live in a reality that I make up myself than the one we all have to deal with on a regular basis.
It started to rain early in the evening as the sun -- had I been able to see it through the grey clouds -- was setting. I was surprised at the force behind it as it pounded on the window to the living room, my thoughts turned to beck who should be walking down the street right about now, coming home from work.
She came home soaking wet and walked down the hallway to the closet where we kept the towels, and walked back to sit on the couch beside my chair. With the towel draped over her head she looked at me and said, "I'm going to get tested tomorrow, since it's my day off. I have slept with a few people lately, do you want to come with me, get tested as well?"
"I guess so, but do you suspect that you have something?" I asked.
"No, just a precaution. I hate needles, but a pin-prick is better than a non-curable disease, so its worth it."
"I agree. Though in all honesty, I've never been tested before."
"Never? Not once?"
"That's generally what never means. No, I haven't been tested, I've only lived here a year, and haven't had many partners, so I didn't really think about it, didn't have sex before moving to this city."
"Well, now's as good a time as any!" she was oddly happy for a woman drenched in water waiting to get needles jammed into her.
I wont lie to you, where I came from, sexual education was a joke, a total fucking joke. Most of our courses had to pass certain religious standards, which required the removal of crucial information from the learning session, thus, I admit that I was poorly educated as to what the test involved, who would perform them, where, how to contact them, and other such information as why a condom is important, how to properly put on a condom, lubrication, safe anal sex, sexual stimulation without passing body fluids and practically anything else that is useful information to prevent myself from regretting decisions I make at a later date. Thank you, you overzealous, self cantered religious bastards for letting me leave school without a firm working knowledge of sexuality.
But alas, this information really will not affect the current plot, but I suppose in its own way it is useful information as to why I do some of the stupid things I do. I can't blame the schools for everything though; in my own right I should have spent more time looking the information up myself than jerking off to playgirl online.
I guess it doesn't take a genius to figure out that a sexual health clinic isn't going to be the most entertaining place visually, but I was actually very scared with how they had decided to paint the walls, and felt like I was trapped in some warped version of Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
"Why does this place have to be scream `mental disorder'" I asked Beck.
"What do you mean?"
"It's like they let some schizophrenic crack addict paint the walls blindfolded! I don't really like this place."
"Its nicer in back. Don't worry."
"Alright. Hmm, I'm almost done the paper work, should I just get tested for everything? Makes sense, since I haven't been tested for anything before."
"Yeah, I did on my first time too, so far so good."
"Alright." I started to check off each box one by one. "So, whoever comes out first will wait for the other?"
"Yes. I wouldn't leave you here alone."
"Good. `Cause I'd have to kill you then." I gave her a wink.
When I was called into the back room I expected to go immediately into a room with a nurse, but again, they made me sit and wait in another room, it felt like forever. I was just starting to nod off when a nice young nurse came up to me and said she was ready for me. So, standing up I followed behind her into a small examination room.
She prompted me to sit down in the chair and pulled out a folder. "I'm going to ask some questions, to determine you risk factor. Its completely anonymous and only meant for statistical purposes. Okay?"
"That's fine" I said, staring at the sheet of questions.
"How long have you been sexually active?"
"About a year."
"How many partners have you had?"
"One partner."
"Have you had sex with more than ones person?"
"Yes."
The questions went on and on and on for about a good five or six minutes before we finally finished. She told me that I had not put myself at much risk since I had so few partners and one night stands, but also warned me that it only takes on person to fuck that up and keep that in mind. I nodded, I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
We then proceeded to take blood and urine samples, she took swabs from my penis and let me tell you, that was more painful than getting kicked in the balls, the pain lasts longer and feels like your dick is on fire, ready to burst in half -- hmm, maybe I'm just a wimp. It was an interesting process though, and I knew that it was worth it, better to have knowledge and services readily available than not at all.
"Alright, so its going to be about two weeks before we get the test results back, we'll give you a call to let you know when to come in."
"Okay. So, you don't need anything else from me? I think I have a little blood left in my viens, ha-ha, take it if you want."
She smiled. "No, that's everything. But just so you know, when we call you, we will only ask for you, tell you our name and let you know that we are ready to see you again, it will seem vague, so just remember that, okay?"
"Gotcha. Thank you."
I left the building with Beck and we walked downtown to grab something to eat since we were both a little drained from the blood-loss, I felt good about myself going in to get tested, it was something oddly interesting to me. Though I already started to have mixed feelings about the results and they hadn't even been sent off to the lab yet!
Beck had tried to calm me down a little afterwards, telling me it was natural paranoia for a first timer, but I didn't believe her. To take my mind off things she took me to the mall to wander around for a bit, and it certainly did help take my mind off things.
Two weeks. I wonder what the results will be?