Heroin High

Wait Continued

The ride is awkward and silent filled with the realization that…this is it. After this we don’t have to talk to each other. We don’t have to meet each other. We don’t have to watch each other. We don’t have to think about each other. It will all go right back to how it used to be. The good ole’ days. Where my only friend is Jake and my only purpose is to stop organized drug related crime. After finally getting through his long ass driveway we head inside passing all the crazy modern furniture and skillfully chosen art. They must have an interior designer, there’s no way they could’ve done this by themselves. And those guys in black cars following us, they must be the bosses’ men that Demetrius was telling me about. He sure has a lot of pull to have all these henchmen. “So what do we do?” I ask as we enter his room and shut the door behind us. It’s surprisingly bare. There’s a silver bed pushed against the wall to the left, that satin covers glistening in the light of the room. The carpet is a deep russet, that seems like it would clash but it actually looks refined. The walls are snowy as well with not even a speck of dust staining them. The room is so white it almost blinds me I swear.

“I’ll just turn on gay porn really loud so it sounds like we’re fucking.”

I flinch. Now we have to watch gay porn together? I regard the appealing boy as he strides towards the TV set on the wall, turning it on and immediately flipping through the porn channels. Nervously I sit myself on the satin window seat nestled in the corner, far away from where Demetrius rests on a small white loveseat.

"What do you think Project Gogo Boy or Copped?”

“Do we have to turn that on?” I question seriously. I’m all sincerity when I say the last thing I want to do right now is watch gay porn in a prostitutes’ bedroom.

“We could watch a video of me instead.” He suggests starting to rise from his perch.

“Fuck no.”

“Copped it is.” I watch as he flings himself back on the loveseat and the bold words COPPED flip onto the screen. Why are we doing this? Maybe getting caught would be a better option. I tighten my jaw as a male voice commands someone to put his hands against a wall. This is bullshit, he’s fucking with me I can tell, he thinks that if he can get me horny enough I’ll just throw all my obligations out the window. Do I fucking look like I’m pretending to be a cop? I usually take my job seriously, but I’ve been slacking because this sexy little tramp flaunts himself in front of me.

Don’t call him that! He isn’t a tramp.

Yes he is.

I huff and stick my head between my knees. Don’t look Puck. It’s not for you to look at. You will behave like an officer of the law. Courageous, upright, strong willed. A little thing like porn won’t bring you down dude. Just think about pleasant things.

Like puppies…cupcakes…angels…Christmas…rain…night….sex….Demetrius….sex with Demetrius. Holy Shit! I’m running around in circles!

God I’m not a religious man, but please grant me the ability to resist this little sex machine’s advances. I don’t want to be a pedophile! Discouraged I peek from my vantage in the direction of Demetrius. 

His slim beautiful form is curled up on the couch in a comfortable position. It’s almost as if the lusty shrieks echoing from the television don’t affect him, but my eyes rest on his crotch area and I can already see the tent in his pants. Proud, stiff, and unhidden.  Doesn’t he have any sense of dignity? Irate I glance up at his face to find that he is gazing at me. From the sparkle in his jade eyes, I can tell immediately that he’s been observing me this whole time. For some reason I can’t bring myself to look away from him though. I want to avoid his gaze but I’m sucked in.