The Darker Side of Trey Grey (17 page)

“Oh, Trey—”

I shook my head firmly, knowing if I stopped I wouldn’t begin again. Justin blew out a breath, but stayed his tongue. I went on.

“At first I was afraid, then angry, and at some point I started fighting back. That’s when he started hitting me, tying me up, and threatening me. By the time I was thirteen he had a pretty firm hold of me, and my mother rarely functioned anymore. She’d come out of her druggy world just enough to wander around in a daze, maybe eat, or let Willie fuck her, then she’d go back under.

“Willie began pimping me when I was thirteen. He told me he owned me because my mother had shot all his savings into her arm. It wasn’t so bad in the beginning. Clients would come to the house, or I would go to theirs. A few months later we started working the Ave and things got tougher. I became depressed, and finally told a counselor at school.” I wrinkled my nose at the unpleasant memory.

“Rather than calling the cops, he called Willie, and somehow Willie made up a plausible story about my health, my mom dieing... I don’t know for sure, but they believed him. I never told anyone again. From then on I folded up and kept to myself.” I paused, pushing my mind forward through the things Justin didn’t need to know. My mind slammed to a stop on an event that was relatively significant.

“My mom overdosed, dieing just before my sixteenth birthday. Two weeks later Willie had a house party to
celebrate
, inviting most of my clients. To this day I can’t remember even a minute of it. He drugged me somehow, but I’ve never figured out how.” I shook my head slightly as my eye twitched.

“Something happened to me while I was out. My mind closed down, or took over, or something. Pieces have been missing ever since. But they’re not gone. They’re just hidden from me. They have a tendency to reappear while I sleep, putting me through these horrid interactive nightmares.”

Justin clamped down on my hand, stopping to pick off the dead casings on some daffodils. He didn’t say anything, but he was breathing erratically, and the veins along his neck and arms were pronounced. I wondered if I should go on when he turned and continued walking towards the gazebo.

He snuck a concerned glance my way while I concentrated on appearing normal. I was rather surprised I had made it this far without my body rattling apart. Justin’s shoulders lowered slightly and his thumb began caressing the back of my hand. God, I must have been convincing. I was a better liar than I thought.

I cleared my throat. “The neighbor found me nine days after the party, unconscious on the floor. I woke up in a hospital. I should have died, but I didn’t for some reason. I spent some time at Fairfax, then stayed a day at a foster home before taking off. They never found Willie. He just disappeared. Closed his accounts, closed his office, and let the house go back to the bank. Poof... gone.” I couldn’t help the small rueful chuckle. “I think he thought he had finally killed me. I went back to the house, got my shit and kitten, and have been on my own ever since.”

I kept my eyes forward and breathed. Justin now knew more about me than anyone, even Marie and Salvo. Though I had left out the gruesome details, the abridged version still provided a decent portrayal of my life. What had I just done? Shit. I waited for Justin to drop my hand in disgust, to run away, to leave me.
 

He didn’t though. He kept silently walking for several agonizing seconds. Suddenly he stopped, his hand jerking mine. I closed my eyes, and lassoed in my fear. Honestly, what was the worst that could happen? I had been alone all of my life. So really, what difference did one day make?

In response my chest tightened and my pulse pounded.

I turned towards him and found myself completely unprepared for what I stood before me. I knew the look. It was the same one that stared back at me when I glanced in the mirror after a nightmare. A storm raged in his blue eyes while tears trailed down his cheeks. His face was set defiantly while his lips quivered.

“Its over,” I said simply as he shook his head in disbelief.

He clamped a hand over his mouth and muffled a scream, as the rage crumbled in his eyes.
Oh God, had I pushed him too far?
He let go of my hand, turned away, and leaned over his knees. I closed my eyes as my mind tilted precariously. Fuck, I
had
pushed him too far. I had taken a chance and lost. 

Justin grabbed my face roughly and my eyes popped open. “How can you be so calm?” he yelled.

I gazed into his fevered blues. “I lived through it, I live it everyday,” I told him, having no idea how I kept my voice steady. His eyes pinched closed as he hauled me against him.

The emotions I had struggled to keep under control while I paroled my dark past swarmed over me like locusts, and I broke down when he cried out angrily. I couldn’t stop myself, and clung to him as if my life depended on him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I’m sorry. You’re going to leave me now aren’t you? I would. Its okay if you are.” I didn’t know what I was saying, words were just tumbling out unedited. I snuffled against his shoulder, feeling like a child clinging to his mother the first day of school. Yeah, I actually remember that. Back when I thought my mother still loved me.

Justin’s arms cinched down around me. “
What?
No— why would you think that? Oh God, Trey, I couldn’t leave you if I tried. You took me over the first time I saw you, and I... fuck, I’ve loved you ever since.”

I stiffened, not meaning too. No one had said anything like that to me since my father died. Johns that yelled ‘I love you’ while fucking me, or being fucked by me, notwithstanding.
 

“Hey, relax. I don’t expect anything back. We’ve only known each other a week. I just wanted you to know.” He drew back, smiling gently at me. His thumb stroked down my cheek, and the hand that was strangling my heart loosened a little, allowing my pulse to simmer down.

“Jesus, the first guy I like ends up being a psycho stalker.” I managed a sorry excuse for a grin.

He leaned in until his face was only an inch away. “I can handle your insanity if you can deal with mine.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He smiled against my lips. “Yes.”

His lips touched down and he kissed me amidst the awakening roses. Within seconds that wonderful feeling of quiet stole over me and my lashes became heavy. Soon my whole body was leaning against him, trying to get closer.

He pulled away. “Trey?”

“Hm?”

“Open your eyes. You are amazing.”

“What do you mean?” 

Justin feathered his lips along my jaw while my eyes remained stubbornly closed.

“You can live through everything you have, and still look like this.”

“Like what?”

“For lack of a better word, seduced.”

I grinned and opened my eyes. “I can’t help it. You fucking turn me on.”

He smiled as his cheeks flooded with color. “I wonder if Kelly’s gone yet.”

“Why? Are you trying to preserve her innocence? If you are, I think you’re a little late.” I couldn’t deny I loved this. The easy teasing we could both fall into regardless of where we had been minutes before.

He chuckled and I kissed him. His mouth parted, and my tongue shot in to play with his, drawing a groan from him. Justin’s hand slid up my neck, his fingers curling into my hair as he held me against his lips. Desire flooded through me and woke “IT” up with a swift kick to his head. Justin felt him come to attention and groaned again as his other hand dug into my ribs. Jesus Christ, I wanted to fuck him right here... or maybe behind that huge Rhododendron.

Someone walking by made a disgusted noise followed by a comment about devils spawn being allowed in public. Justin jerked away as if he truly had been burned by her remark. I chuckled until I saw his face. He was horrified.

“Hey—”

His palms shot up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He reached for my hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I allowed myself to be dragged along as he strode purposefully to his car. 

“Didn’t mean to do what?” I asked, concerned over his abrupt shift.

“Pull away. I didn’t mean to do that. That woman... she... she got to me is all.”

I quit walking, yanking him to a stop. “Justin, hold on. Are you embarrassed to be gay?”

His brow curved down. “I’m
not
gay. I’m bisexual. There’s a difference,” he said firmly. Oh my God, he
was
embarrassed. 

I shook my head. “Justin, you are as bi as I am, and I’m not. I’ve been positive about my sexuality since my stepfather got me off the first time.” He cringed, but I went on. “How many girls have satisfied you without you having to finish yourself off, or take them from behind?” His chin and lower lip quivered, and he looked away.
Whoa.
I had filleted a nerve with a very sharp knife.

This wasn’t the right time or place for this particular conversation. Too much had already been laid out for one day.

“Come on, let’s go home.” I put an arm around his shoulders, turning him towards Fawkes. “Give me your keys. I’ll drive.”

He remained quiet the whole ride back to the house, staring at his hands in his lap. Once the car stopped he was out the door, and I followed right on his heels. He stormed into the house, immediately turning down the hall to his bedroom.

“What did you do to him now?” Kelly yelled as I tossed the keys to her. She let them fall to the carpet.

“Emotional day. I’ve got him.”

By the time I entered the bedroom he was already in a ball on the bed. I kicked out of my shoes then slid his off. He fought me for a second when I lay down and pulled him against me. He was cold and shivering. I reached down, drawing the blanket over us. I held him for awhile before I asked what I was sure was a devastating question.

“It’s your father isn’t it?” I asked softly.

My answer was a garbled sound from his throat. I found his hands clenched together against his chest and cupped one of mine over them. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Kelly wringing her hands in the doorway. 

“He’ll be okay,” I told her.

She frowned, shifting nervously, then nodded and left us alone. Justin didn’t cry but it took him a long time to let it go. When he finally did, he fell into an exhausted sleep, and I found myself doing the same.

I woke up on my back, with Justin straddling my hips. His hands were running along my ribs while his lips stroked over my neck and jaw.

“Justin, what are you doing?” 

“I need you to do something for me, please?” he said, not even hesitating in his onslaught. His mouth came down demandingly on mine. I let him kiss me for a minute before pushing him back.

“What is this about?” I asked, searching his fervid eyes.

He sat back, running his hands through his hair several times as his jaw worked nervously.

“I’ve never been with a man,” he finally said in a rush.

“What are you talking about? Unless our first night was all a dream, I know for a fact you have.”
 

He shook his head, sighing, and it hit me.

Slowly, I said, “but you’ve never let a man have you.”

“No.” He let his chin fall to his chest as if embarrassed.

I set my hands on his thighs. “I understand where you’re coming from, but... are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, causing his eyes to narrow as he nodded at me crisply. “I didn’t mean it that way. I meant after everything today. You know we could wait.”

He shook his head. “No, I need this. I need to know if I like it.”
 

“It’s not that easy,” I told him seriously.

He blushed. “I have toys,” he admitted.

I chuckled. “What is it with gay boys and their toys?”

He smirked then leaned down, running his hands through my hair. “Make love to me, Trey,” he whispered in my ear.

“IT” leapt to attention and Justin chuckled. I pulled his mouth to mine. Since he put it that way how could I refuse him?

I could tell he was nervous even though he was valiantly trying to hide it. He had every reason to be anxious as this probably wouldn’t be the most comfortable experience for him. I had him straddling my lap and this would be the first time I’d let anyone face me that wasn’t a woman. I’d been ridden by johns but always facing away. I didn’t like to see their faces, or cocks for that matter, when they came.

I kissed Justin, keeping his attention on my lips and probing tongue as I massaged his ass. When I paused to lube my fingers he tensed, but continued kissing me. I caressed him, and when I pushed against his hole, Justin lifted himself off me just enough. I pushed harder and slipped a finger in. He did pull his mouth away then, his face growing taut right before he buried his head against my neck.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head as his arms tightened around my shoulders.

I took my time, “IT” drooling like a sex crazed lunatic as he danced around trying to charm the snake lying limp next to him. Justin’s big cock would have nothing to do with him at this particular moment.

I had managed to get a finger all the way inside of him and began slowly finger banging him. He was still tense, and I was at an odd angle, but I felt pretty confident I could reach his p-spot with some ingenious... there, I found it.

Justin squeaked like a mouse as his whole body went rigid then his hips slammed forward. I stayed with him, not letting up.

“Oh shit!” His head fell back as his cock struggled up.

Another minute or so of ass-play and he was as ready as he would ever be for his first time. I withdrew my fingers and wiped them off with the hand towel Justin had provided. I grabbed a condom, rolling it onto Justin’s cock as he watched. It was the first time I had handled it, and man it was a heavy piece of equipment.

I’d seen, and been fucked by bigger, Dirk with his ugly steroid enhanced monstrosity came to mind, but for a burly cock Justin’s was quite handsome. It sat up straight and proud with only a slight curve. The head was full and slightly pink, while the shaft was dusky, soft, and finely laced with veins.

I let his dick go and kissed him, running my hands everywhere I could reach. For some reason I wanted to touch him, feel him, and taste him. It was rather invigorating actually. Then Justin pushed me onto my back, and I might have sighed as I remembered I was about to be the first man inside him.

I lubed “IT” generously, and held him in place as Justin wiggled until my cockhead pushed inside. I groaned and closed my eyes, shocked at how good it felt. Suddenly Justin gasped— not a good gasp either— and I realized I had thrust my hips. I looked at his alarmed face, his eyes full of discomfort, and felt his fingers digging into my waist.

I sat up, taking his face in my hands. “Breathe, just breathe. That was my fault.”

I kissed his cheek, his jaw, and ended with his lips. He braced his thighs, letting my waist go before lacing his fingers through my hair.

“Keep kissing me,” he said, then kissed me hard, his tongue swooping through my mouth as if on a mission.

It was difficult to concentrate on kissing him as he encased more and more of “IT”. My hips became needy, wanting to thrust, but I managed to control myself. The enigma that was Justin continued to amaze and baffle me. When he started to move, I groaned into his mouth. His lower body was so tight, so hesitant and so sweet, yet his upper body was a hot lustful entity all its own.

He tore his mouth away as he pushed on my chest. “Lay back.”

I smirked wondering when he had decided to take over. But I did what he asked, watching him as his hands dropped down on either side of me. His face twisted uncomfortably a few times as he moved his hips around. All of a sudden he rocked back swiftly and his eyes closed.

“Ahh, fuck... that’s it.”

All his discomfort melted away as he began riding me pretty damn hard for his first time. I wasn’t about to complain, because, well, it felt fucking incredible. He was so damn tight I could feel him pressed along every inch of my cock as he dragged himself up and down “IT’s” length.
Oh God, yeah, fuck
. I knew this was what sex should feel like, yet... I’d never... it had never... I couldn’t... The emotions began to well up. If I didn’t want to break down into a blubbering idiot I needed to stop thinking.

Justin was looking down at me. I decided to concentrate on his face. His tongue as it dipped in and out of his mouth, his eyes as they liquefied, becoming the most vibrant shades of blue. I watched his cheeks grow warm as he drew closer. My hands caressed his thighs, his hips, his waist as he twisted and moved aggressively. God, he was fucking sexy.

I realized I was panting at the same time I became conscious of “IT” throbbing. As if my body had been waiting for me to acknowledge these things, I suddenly warmed everywhere and began sweating. The need to move became unbearable and my hips shot up, setting their own rhythm. Justin’s eyes drifted closed as he rocked into every thrust and began to grunt.

“Oh... damn. You feel so... ahh... mmm... so, fucking... oh, God, Justin, I’m going to come.” To him I doubted it was a surprise, but for me it was a small miracle. To feel my stomach tighten and tingle, to have my toes curl so hard they cramped, to feel my body begin to shake...

“Ahh-haa.” I clamped my hands around his hips, pushing him down as I buried myself inside him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes squeezed tightly shut as heat shot down my dick so fast it felt on fire. Then the pulse started, and I’m pretty sure I whimpered more than once, as I came in wave after wave of delirium.

“Trey, baby, let go. I’m so close, please, oh please.”

Justin’s voice whispered over me and I felt his hands wrestling with mine as he ground against me. I loosened the death grip I had on his hips and they shot forward. I took hold of his pulsing cock, and I think we both moaned.

“Oh God,
yeah
.” He ground and pounded, using up the final dregs of my hard-on as he fucked my hand.

When the last wave of sensation washed through me, and my muscles began to unfurl, Justin collapsed on top of me, panting hard and slicked with sweat. I buried my face in his neck. God, he smelled good. Sweet and salty mixed with the musky smell of male sex. I’d never much liked the smell of hormones, but on him it was different, and hot as hell.

 “Hey, Justin... oh shit,” Kelly said loudly. “God, I didn’t need to see that. Umm, sorry, should have yelled sooner. You’ve got to get up, or off— whatever. Your dad’s coming down the driveway.”

Justin sat up and looked at Kelly, who was turned away with her hands clamped over her eyes.

“I’m not here,” he panted out.

“Are you insane?” She whipped around to glare at him, and slapped her hands over her eyes again. “He knows you’re here. Your car’s here... and
his
car’s here. You tell me how to explain
that
to your father?”

“Justin, I can stay in here,” I said, running my hands up his arms.

He glanced down at me, giving me a skewed smile as his head began to wag. “No.”

“You’re going to pick right now to tell him?” I asked, amused and appalled all at once.

He kissed me quick. “Yep, and you are going to be there in case he tries to kill me. Kelly, tell him I’ll be out in a few minutes.” He climbed off me and actually sighed as I slid out of him. “Close the door,” he added, making her come back to close the door. 

She mumbled, “Should have been closed in the first place.”

I sat up on my elbow, appraising him. “You don’t have to tell him
now
.”

He came over and knelt on the bed next to me. “I do. I want to. I don’t want to sneak around with you,” he said.

I laughed thinking about the open door and Kelly. He smirked then leaned down and covered my lips with his. Man, I could kiss him forever. Of course now wasn’t the time, and Justin let me go.

“I liked that,” he breathed, his eyes glowing warmly.

“I could tell. I liked it too.” My fingers itched and I ran them up his thigh, wanting to touch him. 

“I could tell.” He grinned against my lips then settled another kiss on me before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

We cleaned up, dressing quickly, maybe too quickly as our faces were still flushed, and if his father was even a little intelligent, the man would know what we had been doing. If I was lucky, his dad would be so embarrassed he would take off. A boy could only hope...

Justin rounded the corner first, and as I entered I almost stumbled. His father seized the room. He was tall, broad, and had an arrogant air about him, as if the whole world was beneath him. Having to wait for his son appeared to be an injustice he was barely enduring. He paced, letting out a growl here and there. Justin didn’t resemble his father at all. The man had a tight crew cut and veins pulsed, in agitation out of his white collar and up his thick neck.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Justin asked, causing his dad to swing around.

His eyes were the same blue as his sons, yet they were hard and piercing, not soft and brilliant. They owned the same strong high cheekbones, however, they looked more like cousins than father and son.

“I was in the area and decided to come by and see how you were doing.”

“You could have called.”

The man’s eyes narrowed at me then raked to his son. “I
said
I was in the area. I can’t come by and visit my son?” His voice came out deep, gritty, and powerful.

“Of course you can.”

Both of them were standing with their hands clasped behind their backs and I could see Justin beginning to wilt. I took half a step forward, and clasped his worrying fingers. His father’s hard eyes jerked towards me as his lips twisted in a sneer. I was beginning to understand why Justin was afraid of his father. The man knew something was up with his son and I, and he wasn’t about to hide his displeasure over it.

Justin glanced back at me, and then he did something even I was amazed at. His fingers twined in mine, and he tugged me to his side, bringing our hands in front of him.

“Dad, I’d like you to meet Trey. My boyfriend.”

Justin’s father let out a tense rumbly sigh as he extended his hand, surprising me and downright shocking Justin.

“Mr. Kent, sir, it’s a pleasure,” I said, taking his hand. I expected a rough calloused thing, but found his skin remarkably soft. His grip, however, was bone-crushing. He tolerated one pump before he reclaimed his hand, and turned back to his son.

“It took you long enough to tell me, Justin,” he said, frowning severely.

“You knew?” Justin asked, his voice barely a squeak.

He nodded curtly, rolling his tongue around in his cheek. “Of course I knew. For a few years.” He looked away, swinging his big frame from side to side.
 

I could feel a barely there tremor begin in Justin’s hand and I squeezed.

“I... um, I thought you would hate me. You...” Justin stared at the floor confused.

His father crossed his arms over his chest and sucked on his teeth for a second.

“You are my son. You will always be my son,” he said in a big voice, making Justin flinch.

He shook his head as his eyes took us both in. There was a definable disgust there, but at least he wasn’t shouting or being otherwise violent.
 

“I understand you were more than likely born this way. Nothing I could have done raising you to change that.” He scowled and wiped a hand across his perfectly dry forehead. “I know I didn’t make things easy... I regret that more than you could imagine.” His meaty fingers roamed through his inch of hair a few times before he tossed them in the air. “Damn it, Justin, I feel responsible for you hurting yourself.” The big man broke. His eyes and flat nose wrinkled as a strangled noise escaped his throat.

Justin stood and stared in disbelief. I let go of his hand, gently prodding him forward. He put his arms awkwardly around his father, and his father patted Justin’s shoulder just as clumsily.

I went and sat down on the couch next to a sniffling Kelly. She leaned against me and I took her hand. The reluctant embrace only lasted a few seconds before his father set Justin away. The remorseful expression on Mr.
Kent’s otherwise stern face spoke volumes though.