LOGINFucking in between trips.Chapter 3RobbI didn’t move when he said it. My arms stayed under the pillow. The dark made everything louder. The ice machine outside. The soft drag of rope across the carpet. Mike’s breathing.He stepped closer. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”“Mike.”“I know.” His voice stayed low. “Just stay still.”The belt went around my wrists first. Not tight enough to cut, but firm. He looped the rope through the headboard posts and pulled until my arms stretched. Then he moved down the bed. Ankles next. He bent my knees a little so the rope could hold them apart and tied them off to the frame. The last length of rope crossed my back and he tired it under my chest. I laid face down and open. Practical. Fast. Like he’d thought about it for a long time.I tested the freedom my body had to move. There wasn’t much.“Comfortable?” he asked.“No.”“Good.”His hand came down hard across my ass. The sound cracked through the room. I sucked in air through my teet
Fucking in between trips.Chapter 2Robb.The room smelled like every cheap motel I’d ever been in. Old carpet, bleach, and that faint chemical sweetness they pump through the vents to pretend it's air freshener. Two beds like the clerk said, a weak looking nightstand and the TV remote on it. Mike dropped our bags by the door and went straight for the thermostat.“AC’s already on,” he said. “but it barely works”“It’s fine.”“Nah, it’s not fine. It’s hot as hell in here.” He flipped the switch a couple times, then gave up and cracked the window. Night air came in thick and wet. I sat on the edge of the bed closest to the door and pulled out my phone. One bar. I tried the number for the nearest garage anyway. It rang four times and went to a recording that said they opened at eight. I hung up and tossed the phone on the nightstand.Mike watched me. “No luck?”“They open in the morning.”“Shocking.” He opened the takeout bag we’d grabbed on the way in. Greasy burgers, fries already so
Fucking in between trips.Chapter 1Robb.I was the one behind the wheel when the rain finally stopped falling. Mike sat in the passenger seat with his feet up on the dash like he owned the car. He didn’t. Dad did. Or he used to, until he handed us the keys and said he and Linda were grabbing a faster rental for the last stretch. That left me and Mike at three hundred miles on a wet highway all alone in the car.“You’re drifting,” Mike said.“I’m not drifting.”“You just crossed the line.”“You want to drive?” I fired back instantly.“Nah. You’re better at it anyway.” He opened the window an inch and the cold air cut through the stale heat. “You see that exit for the state park? We should’ve taken it. Would’ve been a prettier route.”“It would’ve added forty minutes to our drive.”“And we would’ve gotten something worth looking at instead of trees and trees and trees.” He stretched out “Dad and Linda are probably already at the hotel. Clean sheets. Real coffee. Meanwhile we’re out he
Shared Bedroom.Chapter 4Freeman.His hands remained locked on the rope around his thighs, dragging him back for every stroke. The headboard knocked the wall in a steady rhythm. Jerry’s mouth stayed open but no real words came out, just broken sounds every time I bottomed out.I came first, buried deep, and stayed there until I softened. Then I pulled out, flipped him as much as the ropes allowed, and took him again from a different angle. Second time lasted longer. I reached around and stroked him in time with my hips until he finally spilled across his own stomach and the sheets with a choked off groan. I followed a few thrusts later and collapsed forward, chest to his back, both of us breathing like we had run miles.I untied his wrists first. The marks from the rope were already dark. I left the harness on while I caught my breath. My hand rested on the back of his neck, thumb moving without much thought.“You good?” I asked.Jerry turned his head just enough to look at me. His
Shared Bedroom.Chapter 3Freeman.The RopeIt started over the outlet. Stupid thing. Jerry had plugged his phone in when it was my night, and when I unplugged it to charge mine he sat up in the dark like I had insulted his whole bloodline.“I needed it,” he said. “Battery was at four percent.”“Then you should have charged it earlier. Rule is rule.”“Your rule. Not mine.”I turned the overhead light on. Both of us squinted. He was already swinging his legs out of bed, wearing just the old basketball shorts he slept in. I was in sweatpants and a white undershirt. The room felt tighter than usual, like the walls had moved in another inch while we were arguing.“You have been testing every single thing I have said since we moved back in here,” I told him. “I am done asking nice.”He stood up. “What are you gonna do, Freeman? Ground me?”I looked at the top drawer of the dresser. The coil of rope Dad had left there after we tied down the last of the cabinet frames was still sitting on to
Shared Bedroom.Chapter 2Freeman.By the third day the kitchen looked worse. Dad had the contractors rip out the rest of the cabinets, so the whole downstairs smelled like sawdust and cut wood. Jerry and I spent the morning hauling the old ones out to the driveway.“Lift this shit properly,” I told him when he nearly dropped his end of a upper cabinet.“I am lifting! It's not my fault you carry more weight because you're taller.”“Taller and stronger. Watch the corner.”He grunted and we set it down on the grass. Sweat already stuck my shirt to my back. Jerry’s did the same. When he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt I caught the flash of his stomach and looked away toward the street.Mom brought out water bottles and stood on the porch watching us. “You two are doing good work. Reminds me of when you used to help your dad with the deck.”“We were kids then,” Jerry said. “And the deck was smaller.”I took a long drink. “Keep complaining and I will make you carry the next one by
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