Danny awoke in a bed, distraught and sitting under a white comforter. Hunter was sitting on the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs. He looked up at Danny with a worried expression. In the moonlight, Hunter was a bit pale, but his light brown eyes were vibrant.
“Did you carry me up here?” The distraught teen asked.
“No, I dragged you up the stairs by your arms.” Hunter made a sound that sounded like a forced laugh. This made Danny ponder laughing as well.
“Wow, Hunter. So strong,” he decided to joke.
“Tell me about it. Football practice was totally worth it. To carry a heavy guy like you anyway.”
Danny smacked the boy before laughing. Their eyes met each other's for a slight second and Danny could once again feel a tightness in his chest. Like he knew something was going to happen. “So uh, this guest room is really nice,” he said, breaking the silence.
“Uh, yeah. We just remodelled it last week.”
The boys were once again looking at each other. The silence covered them in a sheet of ecstasy. Danny preferred the silence anyway. His rich brown eyes filled the view of Hunter’s glowing ones and it seemed as if the two could go on forever since neither of them wanted to move. But Hunter was afraid to move. If they stayed still and quiet, nothing would go wrong. Not to mention he was drunk and still high out of his mind. Even so, the trance most definitely needed to be broken, and Danny was the one to do so. Though he immediately regretted it.
“I should probably get home before my mom yells at me again,” he said as he got himself out of the tangle of blankets.
“Danny, please don’t.”
“Hunter,” he whined. “I have to. You know how she gets!” The boy started to get up but Hunter was quick to pin him down.
“Let me go, Hunter.”
“I really don’t want to do that.”
“It doesn’t matter what you want Hunter,” he spat. “Let me go!”
“I like you way too much. So much, I don’t know how to express myself around you. I always want to… kiss you. Can I?”
The younger boy underneath him thrashed violently, but Hunter’s grip was strong. He leaned down, nose touching nose, and kissed Danny furiously. The aforementioned kicked the elder, in hopes to stun him to a point, but it was just a hope. He felt a sting on his cheeks and he winced. “You shouldn’t have done that Danny boy.” Hunter had slapped him.
“And you shouldn’t be touching me.”
There was another slap before Hunter straddled the younger between his thighs and forced Danny’s hands above his head.
“Hunter,” Danny whispered. “Please let me go.”
For a second, Hunter looked like he was about to stop and let go of the younger, but that second didn’t last long. “If I did that, you’ll never know how much I love you… Don’t you know how much I love you?”
Hunter kissed him again, but this time Danny could taste the alcohol on him as Hunter swung his tongue over his lips. Unlike last time, Hunter’s kisses were more gentle and subtle.
“You’re drunk? Hunter, you’re on the football team!” Hunter just kissed him again softly. Danny still tried getting out of his grasp.
“It’s the only time I can truly love you.”
“Let me go.”
“If I let you go, you’ll never come back.”
“What?” Danny asked in confusion of why Hunter had thought that. The older teen straightened himself and looked at the other in fear.
“If you go, you won’t come back. I’d be all alone without you. I can’t stand the thought of that. I need you.”
“That’s bullshit Hunter and you know it. You never talk to me anymore unless you need a ‘buddy’ to smoke weed with. Do you know how much time I spent on you? Do you know how long I loved you? Since the fourth grade. Since the fourth grade you fucking bitch! I lost all my friends because I thought you would be worth it! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”
Hunter stopped for a second, looked deep into Daniel’s eyes and kissed his lips once more. “This will be the only time I can really love you back then.”
Hunter repeated the phrase many times before kissing down the younger boy’s chin, nipping the edges. Danny squirmed and tried to kick his legs, but they were captured by Hunter’s thighs. It was no use. There was no escape and he couldn’t do anything about it. He was paralyzed. Couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He was trapped. Hunter took a ribbon from the side of the bed and tied Danny’s hands to the bed frame.
I don't like being like this. Danny thought. I don't like his words. The night was broken for him. I hate being helpless! I hate being here! I want to go home! The feeling of their bodies rubbing together was harsh. Uncomfortable. He hated it. Please stop me from falling in love after this. Please stop me from being in this position again.
Hunter’s hands were in the smaller boy’s hair as towered over and kissed with passion. Danny tried not to kiss but it was almost as if the alcohol on Hunter’s tongue was making him tipsy. The older leaned to the side and opened the nightstand table’s drawer and pulled out scissors. He dragged the cold metal along Danny’s jawline and the younger winced. “What are you doing with those?”
“Cutting your shirt. You should only be wearing mine.”
Hunter started cutting from the hem, slightly grazing the younger’s stomach. Danny shivered from the frozen touch of the scissors and closed his eyes. The torn shirt was slipped off of him and he felt Hunter’s tan, slender fingers trace along his chest. Danny’s breath hitch and he pulled against the restraints as Hunter pulled at and played with the younger.
“Hunter, please stop. I’m begging you! Please.”
Hunter ignored the please and pulled off his shirt, showing his somewhat muscles on his smooth tan body. If in any other situation, Danny would’ve thought that moment was both kinky and hot, but at this moment, he was completely terrified. He didn’t ever think Hunter would hurt him the way he was. It was all too familiar. He could imagine the first time this had happened to him. He cried and cried, tried and tried. Nothing ever works out for him and now he’s in the same place again, getting raped. But this time, it wasn’t a stranger. No, this time it was by a trusted friend. A friend he loved.
There’s nothing more to describe, for there’s only one outcome. Crying, thrashing, yelling, and hurting. So much hurting that there would be no words to explain it. It was an eleven out of ten pain. Maybe twelve out of ten, for Hunter was drunk and out of his mind, thinking he was doing the right thing by showing Danny “how much he loved him.” But he was doing it the wrong way at the wrong time. He did at a time Danny was vulnerable. He did it at a time he would forget. Everything was wrong. The rhythm, the kisses and nibbles. The moans and groans were off-key and the screams… The screams were present. The tears were waterfalls. The throbbing of the head turned into dragging of nails down a back. The weak overpowered everything and when it stopped, there was silence. Only silence, bruises and a small splatter of blood…
But just a small splatter.
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