Show-Offs by Richard Labonte

Author:Richard Labonte
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2013-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

He fucked me until I was exhausted and sweating like a sow in the mid-August sun. Afterward I lay beside him, the sheets askew from our thrashing. For that blessed moment, I listened to Cutter’s breath, slowed mine till it fell into rhythm with his. It took me a bit to realize he’d spoken.

“You wanna run outside and grab me a water?” he asked.

“Don’t you have Gatorade in your bag?”

“Yeah, but water sounds better.”

“I’m so fucking whipped right now,” I moaned.

“Please.”

“Just drink your Gatorade.”

“I’ll suck your dick if you go,” Cutter said.

I rose to my side and looked down at him, hoping he could see the merriment in my gaze. “You should do that because you love me.”

“I’ll love you more when I’m hydrated.”

“Okay.”

Relieved that Cutter hadn’t asked me to leave the door ajar, I carried a limp dollar in my fist for the drink machine. More than anything, I wished I could make the trek to the lobby without passing any other man. I was done with men for that day, every man except Cutter. I turned the corner and headed out of the maze.

I only saw two men in the hot tub and another three watching the lounge television as I hurried past. None of them noticed me. I slid the dollar into the drink machine and pushed the correct button. Just as I bent over to retrieve the bottle from the machine, a figure in a white towel appeared suddenly at my side.

“You better be grateful he loves you,” the figure said.

Alarmed, my breath caught, I twisted my head over my shoulder and saw Keith glaring at me. His eyes were still red and bleary.

“What did you say to me?”

“You heard me the first time.”

I gulped then spit out, “Cutter told me what you did.”

Keith’s stance softened. He hitched up one shoulder in defiance. “Can’t blame me for trying. You know how hot he is—you’re the one fucking him.”

“I have to get back to the room,” I stammered and abruptly turned to leave. Keith followed me, his wide strides matching my own.

“You think some kid can keep him happy for long?”

“Stop following me!” One of the men watching television turned to see the commotion.

“If he really wanted just you, he wouldn’t take you to this place.”

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for him, I promise you that.” We had reached the windowed hallway connecting the lounge to the maze. Keith seized my shoulder, spun me around so I faced him. I couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at me with such hate, and I knew in that moment he wished me dead.

“I’m not giving up, kid,” he said. “Men like him get bored with little boys and they come looking for me. Just remember that.”

I nodded dumbly and backed away. I bumped into a wrought-iron table, jumped at the sudden screech the table leg made across the floor. Recovering, I ran into the maze of rented rooms, fully expecting Keith to follow me.

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