LOGINLUTHER The water bumps against the side of the pool, making such a therapeutic sound, but it does very little for the anxiety that I feel in my heart. Alf is swimming to and fro the length of the pool, and he doesn't look like he is struggling at all. Maybe that's why he has such a muscular, but lean, bodybuild. The warm water tickles my toes, but that's the most I am ready to do right now....Alf swims towards me and takes off his goggles. "So, you say you don't know how to swim?" "I don't," I shrug. "What? Why?" He frowns. Honestly, I'd rather shrug again than truthfully answer that question. The truth is that my mother never really had the extra money that it would cause to get me a swimming lesson. Somehow, I've been making it through life without being able to swim for almost eighteen years..."Does Marlon know how to swim?" He asks. "I mean, I guess, they have a pool." I scratch the bridge of my nose. "This is ridiculous," Alf admits. "Swimming is the best sport, and
LUTHER "He saw us!" "No, he didn't." "What are you saying, he looked right at us!" "Calm down, Luther. He didn't see us." I growl in frustration as I drop my phone, face down. Marlon is lying to make me feel better, but I know that it's not going to happen. I can never feel better about this, because I know for a fact that Oskar Wallin saw us, and he is definitely going to say something! I shouldn't have gone into that booth with Marlon, and I definitely shouldn't have fucked him!What am I supposed to do? This would have been a good time to make up with Larissa and tell her about my current problem, but she is not in the room right now. Maybe she is fucking her own sneaky link. She better look out for Oskar Wallin though...."Maybe Alf..." I say to myself reaching for my phone again. After all, he is the one who told me to be careful of Oskar, and all about his ways of being a pedophile. Alf has to help me. He has to help Marlon. The thing is that Oskar is pissed about
MARLONHis lips against mine are warm and the taste of liquor is very strong. I hold his wrists and pull him into me, I want him as close as possible. "I've missed you," he kisses my neck. "Jesus, Luth," I growl, filling my pants. "You're so fucking drunk." "I'll suck your dick, drunk or not." He snickers, already making good his threat as he undo the buckle of my belt. My eyes are on the flimsy red curtain that is keeping us hidden from the eyes of strangers and the few people that know us. Luther and I are trying to act dirty in such a risky place? "Argh!" I grab the arm of the chair I'm sitting on, feeling a sudden jab of electricity through my body. "Luth, careful now... Ahh!" I bite down my lip. This is his way of rebelling. Luther has never been one to listen. "Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Oh God, I've missed you so much," I guide his head to an angle where he takes my entire length. He twitches and chokes a little, but he is a big boy. He just needs to power throu
LUTHER We are all getting ready to head out to a bar, and I still can't believe that they actually won. Larissa has gotten ready in her heavy booths and leather jacket. Her wavy hair falls over her shoulders and she has actually put on a little lipstick, and God, does it make her pretty. "Do you want some?" She holds the lipstick up to me. "It's not that loud of a colour." "Oh no, I don't do makeup," I wave off. I'm a boring kind of gay, I'd admit. She shakes her head and then starts to put her belt on. "Um, is she coming? I mean, your friend?" "Friend?" She snorts. "Who are you talking about?" I stop and turn myself around to look at her. Is she really going to play dumb with me? "Um, no." She finally answers. "Why should she? This has got nothing to do with her." "But it would have been nice to invite her." I say. "I mean, you guys... Fucked. You can just cast her to the side." Larissa smacks her lips as she looks at me, with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Calm do
MARLON"Ladies and gentlemen, history has just been made tonight! Densberry High, mere teenagers, have defeated the great Bisons!" "Do you hear that boys?! You were beasts out there! Fucking beasts!" The cameras are almost blinding, unlike anything I have ever felt in my life. It's crazy because I won this game out of sheer pettiness. I hated Oskar Wallin so much that I knew I couldn't allow him to win. His teammates skated off the ice with their heads hung low, and their team kept the cameras and crazy fans away from them. "Mister Gustave jr, smile for the camera!" A journalist says. "Mister Gustave jr, what do you have to say for this massive win that is credited mostly to you?" "Do you plan to go pro, or are you going to take over your dad's business?" "Women are flocking around you, have you picked the lucky one yet?" The questions keep pouring like water from a fountain, and I start to feel a tightening behind my throat. "Please, remember that they are just kids. We ar
LUTHER I clutch the heavy equipment bag tighter, my palms slick with sweat as I follow Larissa through the bustling arena corridor. The fans are mostly wearing blue and they are beating against the glass and cheering loudly. I don't know if they are cursing at us, or trying to get Densberry High into the spirit. I wish I could vanish right now. The roar of the crowd already seep through the walls, a constant reminder that tonight is no ordinary game. Look at the Bisons in their gears and might. They look like ancient warriors, and all I can do is feel for Marlon and the rest of the team. The anxiety is clearly written on their faces. How can seventeen year olds beat these professionals? What was the coach and everyone else involved in this mess, thinking? "Easy there, Luther," Larissa chuckles, her voice warm as she adjusts a tripod near the boards.She picks out two cameras from the bag, and hands one to me. I already know how to fix the lenses now. "Don't be so scared tha
JANAE My knees and wrists are numb because I've been scrubbing these hard floors for over two hours. This diner is a shit hole, and people are actually saying it aloud. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and immediately, I sigh when I see the message. Another cut on our salary. This is ridiculous
MARLON Standing by the door watching Luther put his clothes back in his bag. He had extended his stay, and cannot be able to do that anymore. He is going for real today. I want him not to go, because I'll miss him. I like having him around, I like having him in my room. I like his laughter aft
LUTHERThis is different. This is pleasant. I'm always used to Marlon leaving as soon as we are done, but here we are, my head against his chest, and I can't believe that Marlon Gustave is cuddling me. He feels like a ripped teddy bear, and his arm is protectively against my body. Hell, he even k
LUTHER Solid Sterling Silver, and porcelain plates, are what Marlon has used to serve me dinner. My mother would absolutely lose her mind. She is a sucker for expensive cutlery and plates, but she never was able to afford them, and we have never been settled enough to acquire any. I feel like st







