Chances

Chapter Two:

Chapter Two: Rejection

            Sun crept into my eyes, making me groan and roll over. I was tangled in sheets. A strange mixture of cologne and something else alluring engulfed my nose. The memories of last night hit me like a freight train.

            I opened my eyes fully, searching around the motel room. My clothes were neatly folded on a dresser with a small TV on it. The ugly, green curtains were open all the way, letting all the light in. There was a small round table with two ugly, green chairs, but no Seth. I searched for his clothes. There were none. My ears listened for water running in the shower. Silence. He left in the middle of the night. Why? Was he too scared to face me? Or embarrassed? Ashamed?

            The wanted and cared for feeling I feel asleep with was now vanished. How could I have given up my virginity up to a guy who just leaves like that? Hmm…Sebastian, maybe it was because you jumped into bed with some guy you didn’t even know. But he didn’t feel like some guy. He felt special. Specialness that I made up in my mind. It wasn’t real. I was just a one night stand to him and that’s how I had to treat Seth. He was a wonderful first, he treated me like a perfect gentlemen. But now it was over. Anyways it was for the best. I was underage. Seeing him anymore than last night would have complicated things. This was for the best, I told myself.

            I got up, grabbing my clothes and went into the shower. The water washed away everything from last night. His touch, his liquid, his smell. Everything was now left in my head.

            I remembered his touch, the look in his eyes, the sounds he made. My member twitched eagerly. I touched myself, imagining it was Seth touching me, imagining his warm lips kissing my body. That sent me over the edge. I leaned against the cracked tiled wall, panting and trying to pull myself together. I tried to wash and clean up without thinking of Seth. I failed miserably.

            After about an hour, I finally got out. I changed and went out back to the empty room. I gave the room one last look before I left and turned in the room key.

“Have a good night?” the same greasy, old man asked me.

“Yeah,” I said, shamefully. I didn’t know if I was ashamed because I had sex with another man, or if it was because it was a really good night. Maybe both. I didn’t know and at this particular point in time I didn’t care.

            I raced to my truck. When I got in, I checked my phone. It was nine thirty, and I had four missed calls. Two from Carla and two from my dad. My stomach knotted up. I only had enough courage to call my sister. Talking to my dad right now would be no good.

“Sebastian, where are you?” Carla asked, answering the phone.

“I, uh, um…I’m in Kansas City,” I admitted, sheepishly.

“Why?” Carla asked, confused. I couldn’t tell her why I was in Kansas City. She didn’t know I was gay. This was definitely not the way I was going to tell her.

“I just needed to get away for the night.”

“Well, Dad’s super pissed.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at Elizabeth’s or something?” I asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Elizabeth had to go somewhere so she dropped me off about an hour ago which was the same time Dad came home.”

“You’re alone with him?” I asked, angrily.

“Yes, but I’m fine.”

“Did he hurt you?” I asked, trying to calm my voice.

“He hit me,” Carla started to say, but I interrupted her.