Hedon

Hedon - Chapter 6

  Caston thinks he's glad to be home. He won't miss the feeling of sand in his shoes, but glad isn't really the word he'd use.
  Neutral, he supposes.
  He's going on day four now..or is it five? Who fucking knows, he's not keeping track.
  What he is keeping track of is how many drinks he's had. He might've lost track when a tall man with facial hair and dark eyes kept buying him drinks, but he supposes he's still alright to drive home (he is not).
  He was sitting on the bar, facing the crowd of drunk, dancing strangers. A glass cup was clutched in his left hand, his right hand firmly placed next to him on the bar.
  He doesn't know why they let him sit like this or when it started being a regular thing, but it always gets him free drinks, so he doesn't question it anymore.
  When the aforementioned stranger eyed him intently and then proceeded to buy him drinks, he was very thankful for California Caston, who stole the slutty outfit he's currently wearing from Hunter.
  The stranger, whose name he learned was Mark, was now standing in front of him with a hand firmly placed on the bar, somewhat trapping him in place.
  "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Caston chuckled, finishing his drink.
  Mark glanced from Caston's face to his, now empty, cup. "Want another?"
  "What are you a sugar daddy?" Caston asked.
  "I can be." Mark smirked.
  Caston chuckled and sat his cup down, sitting up so he was just inches from Mark. "If you're willing to spend money on me, drinks aren't really what I'm interested in."
  Mark raised a brow.
  Caston leaned back again, this time with both of his hands. "Come back when you have a more interesting offer, yeah?"
  "One of these days that's not gonna go well for you." The bartender, Ivy, said.
  Caston looked over his shoulder at them. "Hasn't gone wrong yet. And look at that. He's already talking with Reggie."
  Ivy looked across the room, where Mark was leaning against the wall next to a bald, buff, tattooed man.
  "How the fuck do you do that?" Ivy chuckled shaking their head.
  Caston shrugged. "I'm irresistible. The slutty outfit helps, I think."
  "One of these days, a guy who's immune to slutty outfits and innocent glances is going to not fall for your little trap. Just..be careful." Ivy sighed.
  "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Caston waved his hand and smirked as Mark approached him.
  His fist was closed and he stopped in front of Caston, his stomach brushing Caston's knee. "This wasn't cheap, you know."
  "I know." Caston held his smirk. "Reggie drives a hard bargain."
  "You've done this before, huh?" Mark chuckled.
  Caston shrugged. "Few times. What he give you?"
  "Crushed is Heroin, whole is Acid...or coke.. shit I don't remember." Mark said, staring at the small plastic bags.
  Caston shrugged. "All the same more or less." He hopped off of the bar and looked up at Mark. "Wanna get out of here?"
  "We fuckin better after I nearly dropped a fucking band on this shit." Mark said.
  Caston laughed and rolled his eyes, leading Mark towards the door. When they exited the club, Mark grabbed Caston's arm and turned him around.
  "Wait. How fucking old are you?" Mark asked.
  "Twenty-two. How the fuck else you think I'm in a fucking club?"
  "Well, you asked me to get you drugs. So for all I know, you could've snuck in with a fake ID or some shit." Mark said.
  "That's because Reggie is a fucking bitch to deal with and he knows I won't pay full price, so he always fucking rips me off. But I've been coming here for years. Everyone knows me, so I don't even need to show my ID anymore. Feel free to go ask the bouncer, but he won't say shit unless you give him head." Caston said naturally.
  "Yeah, I'm good." Mark laughed. "You're way too fucking comfortable in there, I believe you."
  "Have experience watching underaged boys in bars, do you?" Caston raised a brow.
  "Shut the fuck up or I'll flush your drugs."
  "Hey, if you wanna waste money, that's on you, not me." Caston shrugged, putting his hands into his pockets and walking towards his motorcycle.
  "That yours?" Mark asked, eyeing the vehicle.
  Caston grabbed the helmet and held it out to Mark. "Passenger gets the head gear."
  "Not gonna lie, it's hot as fuck." Mark said. "But I'm not letting you drive."
  "Why the fuck not?" Caston asked.
  "Because I watched you down like ten drinks in the last hour and who knows what you had before that. You're not driving." Mark said, pushing the helmet away.
  Caston rolled his eyes. "And what about my motorcycle, hm? I'm not fucking leaving it here, someone could take it."
  Mark sighed. "Okay, fine, but you'll follow me in my car and be fucking careful."
  "Of course." Caston smiled, then tugged the helmet on. "The fuck your car look like?"
  Mark pointed across the street to a truck that looked similar to Malachi's.
  Caston nodded. "And my address?"
  "Since when were we going to your house?" Mark asked.
  "Since you bought me drugs. I'm not doing that shit in a place I'm unfamiliar with." Caston said.
  Mark sighed. "Alright. Lead the way, then."
  "My pleasure." Caston turned the key and then flipped the kickstand up.
  When both vehicles were shut off and the walked towards Caston's house, Mark smacked the back of his head.
  "Ow. What the fuck, man?" Caston ruffled his hair and looked over to Mark.
  "I told you to be fucking careful."
  "I was."
  "No, you were going fucking eighty-five the whole time."
  "Fast doesn't equal unsafe and slow doesn't equal careful. I drive that thing every day, I know what the fuck I'm doing." Caston said, jamming his key into the slot.
  If Mark is going to keep being like this, he doesn't know if he can get through a night with him.
  A few lines later, Caston felt better. He felt good. He felt.
  He fell back on his bed and watched the ceiling like a movie. Mark was sitting next to him, half of his clothes gone and a thin layer of sweat on his skin.
  "You should try some." Caston said.
  "Thanks, but I have to drive home. I just like watching you do it." Mark said, looking down at him fondly.
  Caston smiled and blinked slowly. "You're gonna be missing out when you fuck me, high sex is so good."
  "Oh, so I'm gonna fuck you?" Mark asked, his eyebrows slightly raised.
  "Yes." Caston sat up and crawled onto Mark's lap. "Yes, you are."
  Caston could tell that Mark thought they were home alone with the way he wasn't trying to be quiet in any way. But he wasn't going to ruin his fun. Especially not by saying hey, my dad's here by the way.
  That's just lame.
  Mark was a talker and Caston was thoroughly enjoying it. The drugs in his system only amplified the pleasure and he wasn't holding back either. Hey, if Mark was already being loud, why would he need to hold back? His dad was probably asleep anyway. Maybe. Probably.
  Caston tried not to let the fact that his increased feelings and pleasure were because of drugs ruin his pleasure-filled night. He tried so hard to just enjoy it. The high was incredible, but the comedown was fucking brutal.
  The empty feeling in his gut wasn't even an empty feeling. It was simply nothing. His face felt numb and his brain felt like static.
  He didn't expect Mark to fall asleep in his bed, but he should've expected it when the aforementioned drugs kept him in a constant state of horny, during which he shamelessly begged Mark for more.
  He elbowed the partial stranger and then rubbed the sleep off of his face.
  Mark jerked awake, seeming even more put off by his location than Caston was. "Shit. Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stay."
  "S'right. My fault." Caston said lowly.
  Mark quickly gathered his clothes and pulled them on. "Um..thanks and I'm sorry. It was..nice."
  Caston nodded and didn't move. His limbs and eyelids felt heavy and his insides felt hollow. He wished he had the energy to sit up and pull Mark on top of him, but when he tried, nothing happened; so he gave up.
  "Right. I'm gonna..go." Mark said, then opened Caston's door, accidentally leaving it slightly ajar.
  "Good morning. You must be Mark." Caston heard his dad's voice.
  He chuckled into his hands and threw on a random pair of underwear because he had to witness this.
  He leaned against the wall at the end of the short hallway and saw Mark standing awkwardly before his dad, who was at the table, eating a bowl of cereal
  "Morning, Caston." His dad said, his voice a bit tighter than normal.
  Caston nodded, keeping his arms crossed and not saying a word.
  Mark turned to face Caston with wide, panicked eyes, mouthing "What the fuck?"
  "Um..didn't you say you had to get to work?" Caston said, trying to give Mark an out.
  "I- yeah. I'm- I'll go. I'm sorry...sir." Mark stammered, then left quickly.
  Mr. Hill looked up at Caston curiously as he took a bite of cereal.
  Caston laughed. "I take it you weren't asleep last night?"
  "I was not." Mr. Hill said monotonously. "So..is this going to be a regular thing? Your hookups coming over and staying? I don't care, I would just like a heads up, is all."
  "No. It just happened. He wasn't supposed to stay."
  "Can't imagine why he did." Mr. Hill said in a way that said he did, in fact, know why.
  "Um..sorry." Caston said.
  "You always hook up with guys that old?" Mr. Hill asked, standing up and taking his bowl to the sink.
  "Not particularly. And he wasn't that old." Caston said.
  "And how old did he think you were?" Mr. Hill asked, turning around and leaning against the counter. "Or did he know that you're a minor?"
  Caston rolled his eyes. "I'm almost eighteen. It's not worth the fight and the lengthy conversation anymore. Not my fault everyone assumes I'm older anyway."
  Mr. Hill sighed. "Cas, you can't-"
  "Actually, I can, you just don't want me to. There's a difference." Caston said, walking over to the fridge and filling a random glass with water.
  Mr. Hill gave up, much like every other time he was discussing something with Caston that had to do with simple morals.
  "So..you ever gonna hang out with Malachi again or did you already give up on that friendship?" Mr. Hill asked with a sigh.
  Caston rolled his eyes. "Why are you so obsessed with me being friends with him?"
  "Because it seemed to be good for you. You seemed to..not hate being around him and going over to his house. You did go over there a lot." Mr. Hill said.
  "That's because he's hot and I want to get in his pants. It's nothing personal." Caston shrugged, throwing two Advil in his mouth and then chugging his water.
  "Whatever the reason is, you still kept doing it. Do you remember our agreement at the beginning of the summer?" Mr. Hill asked.
  "Obviously. And I did. I made a friend. I upheld my end, now it's your turn." Caston said.
  "You have to keep that friend, Cas. Otherwise it's completely pointless."
  "Well, I'll make more friends if you send me to public school, that's for sure."
  "And I will. I told you I would if you kept your end of the deal. Why do you want to go so badly? You only have one year of school left. And private schools objectively give you a much better education." Mr. Hill said.
  "Exactly. It's my last year of high school. I want a bit if normalcy. I don't care how good of an education I get, I wanna go to a high school football game and fuck in the locker rooms and get an F without getting smacked on the hand and sit in a cafeteria with the oddest group of humans you'll ever meet." Caston said.
  "Okay." Mr. Hill sighed. "I get it. You're a teenager. Wanting those things is valid. Just don't stop being friends with Malachi for some dumbass reason."
  "I don't know why you're so convinced we aren't friends anymore." Caston rolled his eyes.
  "You've been home nearly a week and you haven't seen him or even told him that you're back. You're not giving the vibe that he's someone you still want around."
  "Good fuck, you're relentless. Want me to go see him right now? I will if it will make you shut up about it."
  "No need." Mr. Hill smiled mischievously.
  "The fuck did you do?" Caston asked.
  "I didn't do anything." Mr. Hill rolled his eyes. "I'm going on a business trip for a week or so and I've decided to take that time to get some renovations done on the house. Miss Jameson is more than happy to let you stay with her."
  "Okay. Makes sense why you've been pestering me about Malachi, then. But really, it's all fine. We didn't breakup or anything. I just haven't gone over. You're putting it all on me, but he hasn't texted me either. Not like we need to keep in contact 24/7." Caston said.