Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (26 page)

“Why
ya lookin’ at me like that for?” Nike asked. “Cos I’ve done nuthin’ wrong.”

“I
didn’t say you did.”

“Then
why are you staring at me?”

“You
gave me a boner.”

Nike’s
face fell, then he slammed the door shut and shot round to the driver’s side.

“I’m
sorry I embarrassed you,” Corey said. “I can’t seem to stop saying crap. I
think it’s the drugs.”

Nike
shut the car door and fired up the engine. “You didn’t embarrass me.”

“Yes,
I did, your face went red.”

“Then
why’d ja ask?”

“Conversation.”

“I
don’t wanna talk to you, so keep quiet.”

“Nah,
I can’t stop talking, it’s like I hafta get it all out or my brain will
explode.”

“Not
my problem.”

“Can
I tell ya one thing?”

“No.”

Corey
smiled, finding Nike’s gruff tone funny. “You sound like you’re barking, but
that’s not what I wanna say. You were the first guy I ever wanted to fuck.”

“Christ!
Stop talking.”

“You
don’t have very good customer service skills, cos you should be pandering to me
since you’re my chauffeur.”

“I
don’t work for you, and I don’t like you either.”

“Nah,
you do, you were so gentle when you put my legs in the car. If you didn’t like
me you would’ve been rough.”

“Just
doin’ my job,” Nike said, turning a corner.

Corey
giggled. “You said
doin’
. I used to imagine you
doin’
me.”

“Shut
up!”

Corey
giggled again, actually he couldn’t stop, Nike was so funny. “You gave me a
stiffy, stiffy, stiffy...”

“Shut
up!”

“
Shut
up, shut up, shut up...”
Corey imitated, laughing louder. “Hey, do
chauffeurs really fuck their clients?”

“No!
And I’m not fucking you.”

Corey
sniggered. “I so gotta tell Sledge you said that. He would go berko.”

“Why
won’t you shut up?”

“I
told ja, I can’t, and you got me wrong, I just wanna know whether it’s true
that the chauffeur gets to pork the desperate housewife.”

“If
you don’t shut it now, I’m gonna pull over to the kerb and jam your crutch into
your mouth.”

“But
I hafta tell you where I live.”

“I
already know.”

“How
do ya know that?”

“Just
do.”

“What
else do ya know?”

“Please,
for the love of God, will you shut your pie-hole?”

“No,
and my cock hurts.”

“I
don’t wanna know that.”

“I
think I needa come.” Corey slipped a hand into his pants, giving a sigh.

“Hey!
Don’t you dare wank off in this car, wait until you get home, you dirty li’l
wanker.”

“Sledge
can make me come without even touching it,” Corey said, ignoring Nike as he
pulled himself.

“Again,
not info I want, and stop wanking.”

Corey
removed his hand from his pants. “You pro’bly can make me come without touching
it too.”

“Stop
hitting on me.”

“I’m
not hitting on you, just stating a fact, and I think anything would make my
cock explode right now, even Santa.” Corey laughed. “I’m high, I’m low, I need
a fuckin’ blow. Wish Sledge would gimme one, or stick his cock up my bum.” He
snorted, finding it hilarious.

“Keep
your gay shit to yourself,” Nike snapped.

“It’s
not gay; it’s happy, happy, happy.”

Nike
switched on the radio, cranking the volume up high.

“Oi!”
Corey yelled over it. “Have ya got a three inch cock like Tama says?!”

“No!”
Nike turned off the music. “Tama’s never seen my dick, so he knows shit!”

“Yeah,
I always thought he wuz lying, cos you’ve got a big bulge in your pants, or are
ya just happy to see me?’

“Piss
off!”

“Can’t,
I’m in the car, though I kinda need a piss, can I go here?”

“NO!
This is a Maserati.”

Corey
sniggered. “I did a farty in the Maserati.”

Nike
shook his head. “I fuckin’ hate my job.”

“I
love your job; I love your job...” Corey turned to look out the window,
watching as buildings—industrial and retail as well as people’s homes—flashed
past, along with trees and cars, everything hard to decipher, like it was all
melting into one long piece of candy, stretched so tight that the colours
blurred. He opened the window and stuck his arm out, trying to grab some candy.

“Put
your arm back inside the car,” Nike said.

“No,
I want candy.”

“Either
put it inside or I’ll wind the window up and jam it.”

Corey
pulled it inside, giving Nike a sulky glare. “You’re no fun.”

“And
you’re high as a kite.”

“Kite,
sight, fight, might, shite...” Corey giggled, then started singing, every so
often getting a grumble or a curse from Nike, even though he didn’t know why,
because he sounded awesome. He could never sing well, but his voice resembled
the dude out of Muse, so goooooood that even he couldn’t believe how great it
was.

Before
he knew it, Nike pulled into Corey’s driveway, then ran around to help him out,
like he couldn’t get rid of him fast enough. Corey got out, thanking him and
feeling strange that Nike was being nice, considering everything that had
happened in the past, but then again, the guy was hot and hot guys couldn’t be
bad, not really, Tama being the exception. But he was a dickhead, which took
away from his hotness, and anyway, Nike was hotter, which was probably why all
the chicks chose Nike over Tama, even with Tama’s big dick, but it looked like Nike
had a huge one too.

Corey
stared down at Nike’s pants. “Yeah, Tama’s lying, cos you’ve got a big dick,
unless, like I said before, you’re happy to see me, and if I didn’t have
Sledge, I’d bend over for you in a second.”

Nike
stepped back, looking horrified. “You’re a total perv.”

Corey
sniggered. “I can look, but I can’t touch or Sledge will fuck me with this
crutch,” he sang, lifting one of them. A yell made him jump. He glanced behind
him as Sledge shot out the front door.

“Where
have you been?!” Sledge stopped suddenly, his whole body jolting at the sight
of Nike, probably just recognising him under the James Bond getup.

Nike
started shaking, but it didn’t appear to be from fear, because the dude’s face
looked vicious. Both Nike and Sledge stared at each other as though they
couldn’t believe what they were seeing, that each other were apparitions, then
Nike opened his jacket. Underneath, he wore a black holster with a gun tucked
inside of it. Corey’s gaze fixated on the gun, fascinated with how shiny it
was. He reached for it, his hand drawn to the barrel, which elongated before
his eyes, morphing like liquorice. He got yanked back by Sledge as Nike grabbed
for the gun.

“Don’t
shoot!” Sledge yelled, pushing himself in front of Corey, and almost making him
fall over. Corey hopped about to stay upright, then wrapped his arms around
Sledge, resting his head on his back.

“I’m
not gonna shoot Corey, but I should shoot you,” Nike spat. “Though, I won’t,
but only cos of Ash, but if you see Tama, tell him I’m wearing this ’specially
for him. I sleep with it, work with it, and I’ll fuckin’ shoot his rapist cock
off with it. There, I even rhymed it for your flirty boyfriend, who couldn’t
keep his eyes off my package.”

Sledge’s
body stiffened, like a bow stretched too tight. “Corey ain’t interest in you!”

“What
do I care? I’m not into sucking cock, unlike some people.”

Sledge
took a step forward, pulling Corey along with him.

Nike
sniffed. “If you’re thinking ’bout attacking me, just answer one question
before you throw the first punch: Can you move faster than a bullet?”

Sledge
remained in the same spot.

“Didn’t
think so,” Nike grunted. “So, where is the rapist scum?”

“I
haven’t seen Tama,” Sledge said, making Corey wonder whether he’d hallucinated
Tama yesterday. He hoped so, because that would mean that Tama’s threats
weren’t real.

“Not
defending him?” Nike asked. “Or are you hiding him?”

“Neither,
cos he didn’t do what your women said—
like
Leila.”

“Jess
is not like Leila! She’s not a liar, unlike you, you cock-sucker.”

“I’m
not a cock-sucker,” Sledge growled.

“Oh,
I forgot, you only make Corey suck.” Nike sneered. “But I bet you’re a
butt-fucker.”

“And
you’re a fuckin’ cunt.”

“Which
makes you a fuckin’ arsehole.”

Sledge’s
hands clenched into fists, but he remained still.

Nike
smiled, the expression mean. “Can’t deny that, can ya? But if you wanna protect
your boy-toy’s arsehole, you should keep him away from the animal I just picked
him up from, cos before you know it Corey will be in pornos and sleazy old
men’s beds while you’ll be back to wanking yourself.”

“What
the fuck are you talking ’bout?” Sledge snapped.

“Ant
Torres: the guy who ordered me to give Corey a lift home.”

“Did
you just say Ant Torres?” Sledge asked, his voice sounding shocked.

“Yes,
and if you let him know I told ja, I’ll come back and shoot you.” Nike opened
the driver’s door. “And by the way, tell Ash to say hi to Beth.”

“He’s
not with her any more, she’s Dante’s woman.”

“I
know, but you still need to tell him to say hi to her from me, Ash will
understand.” Nike then jumped into the car and backed out, disappearing down
the road like he’d never been there.

“I
used to have a crush on him,” Corey said, “but he’s hotter now with that cool
scar.”

“No
he’s not! And where the fuck have you been?!” Sledge yelled, capturing Corey’s
attention in a skipped heartbeat, and a few more, Sledge’s angry expression
reminding him of last night. Corey leaned against one of his crutches and
pulled his beanie over his face, relieved when he couldn’t see Sledge any more.

“No,
you don’t.” Sledge yanked it up, almost taking it completely off. Corey grabbed
at it, the sudden movement making him fall into Sledge, who wrapped his arms
around him, stopping him from toppling over.

Corey
fixed his beanie, then hugged Sledge. He started babbling, needing to get all
of his thoughts out, because they were jamming up his head, hurting it, plus he
wanted Sledge to smile at him again. “You’re still hotter than Nike, even with
his scar and gun, cos there’s no one hotter than you, and I’m sorry for telling
everyone ’bout you being gay, I didn’t mean to, but even though you are, I
still didn’t mean to, although I did, but I’m still sorry, and I didn’t fuck
Ant, I really didn’t, or Nike or Tyler, though two out of three wanted to fuck
me, I think, but not Nike, he wuz embarrassed—”

“Fuck
up!” Sledge hollered.

Corey
jolted, then started crying, not knowing why he was, but his cock was aching,
his body felt too hot and all he wanted to do was to fuck Sledge, but Sledge
was mad at him and even if he wasn’t, Sledge would rip his dick off if he put
it in no man’s land, but... “I wanna fuck you, and it isn’t fair that you got
to fuck my hole and I didn’t get to do it back, and not like my small dick
would hurt you like yours did me.”

“What
the hell are you on?’

“Arse.”

“What?”

“Drugs,
like E and coke. Ant gave them to me so they would take away my fear, but Tyler
yelled at him, calling them a sex drug.”

Sledge’s
jaw clenched, then he looked down at Corey’s pants, his expression upset. “How
many didja take?”

“Two,
he told me to pop one in my mouth and to stick the other up my arse.” Corey
giggled, the memory cheering him up. “I touched his face with my dirty finger,”
he said, holding it up.

Sledge
thrust a hand in the direction of the house. “Get inside now.”

Corey’s
smile dropped. “He didn’t look when I put it up there.”

“Get
inside,” Sledge growled. “Or I’ll make you.”

“No,
you’re scaring me,” Corey said, pushing at Sledge. “I didn’t do anything
wrong.”

“Inside
now!”

“No!”

“I
warned you.” Sledge grabbed Corey around the waist and hoisted him over a
shoulder, making Corey yell out in surprise. With one arm around Corey, Sledge
squatted down and picked up the crutches, then headed for the front door as
Corey hit his back, screaming at him to put him down. Sledge dumped the
crutches inside the lounge then carried Corey to his bedroom, laying him down
on the bed.

“I’m
not a fuckin’ girl that you can do that to!” Corey yelled at him.