6 XØ God

"Fire and Desire"

Drake kissed Abęl again, and then he dragged Abęl into the shallow part of the water to continue kissing him. Abęl pulled away from Drake, and he was out of breath. "Aubrey stop," Abęl said. "I can't do this."

"What? Why?" Drake questioned.

"I didn't even know you were into this stuff, and I'm just not ready man," Abęl said.

"But you kissed back," Drake tried to argue. "And you went along with it."

I went along with it yeah," Abęl agreed. "But I just wanted to see where things would go with what you were doing. I thought it was a joke at first. I didn't know you were gay."

Drake was taken aback, and his face reddened slightly. "I'm not gay Abęl."

"Really?" Abęl asked. "It sure seemed like you were for a moment there."

"I...I..." Drake muttered.

"You what?" Abęl asked. "You thought it would be okay if you dipped your toe in my waters? You thought it would be okay to practically publicly humiliate me?"

Drake glanced around quickly. "There's no one around. I thought you'd be cool with it."

"No," Abęl said sternly. "I'm not cool with it."

"I'm not gay though," Drake said. "Don't ever say something like that to me again."

"I'm not making any promises," Abęl said.

Abęl got up and began to dress himself. Drake got up too and he watched Abęl. Abęl looked at Drake and he saw something that made him raise his eyebrows. "Are you fucking hard?" Abęl asked.

Drake looked down at his crotch and he placed his hands there to cover the situation up. Abęl couldn't even jokingly laugh at his friend. "And you say that you aren't gay," Abęl muttered slightly angrily as he walked away while buttoning up his shirt.

Drake turned away from Abęl and he sat down in the water. The waves crashed against his legs, and he took some deep breaths to calm himself down. Tears began to fall from his eyes, and he began chocking on them. "I fucked up," Drake cried.

It was 7 o'clock in the evening when Drake decided to knock on Abęl's door. Abęl opened the door, and he looked at Drake. "I need to talk to you," Drake said.

Abęl was wearing a hotel robe, and their was a naked women on his bed who didn't even bother pulling the sheet over herself. "Is that Drake?" The woman asked with her strong Spanish accent.

Abęl nodded his head on response to the woman. "Wow," the woman marveled.

Abęl walked away from the door, but he didn't shut it on Drake. Drake stepped in, and closed the door behind him. Abęl picked up a couple hundred of dollars from a table, and he threw it at the woman. "You can go now," Abęl said to the woman. She put on her lace bra and panties, and she gave gave Abęl one last kiss. The woman put the money in her bra. She slipped her skimpy dress over her head, and then she exited the room.

"Sit," Abęl said to Drake.

Drake sat on the sofa in the room, and Abęl walked away from him. Abęl dropped his robe, and finished jerking off. Drake looked down so he wouldn't have to watch Abęl handle his business, but he couldn't help occasionally looking up to watch Abęl's ass move slightly every time he moved his hand back and forth. When he finished, Abęl put on some shorts and a t-shirt.

Abęl poured two drinks out, and he handed one to Drake as he sat next to him. "So you wanted to talk about something?" Abęl asked as if what he had just done had not happened.

"I can't believe you just did that," Drake said.

"What? Jack off in front of you?" Abęl asked. "That woman's tities were bigger than your head, and her pussy was probably moister than your tongue will ever get. If you weren't gay you would've probably been turned on by her too."

"It's not about getting turned on from her," Drake said. "If you wanted to jerk off, you could've excused yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes. I would've waited."

"It doesn't matter," Abęl said. "I jerked off in front of you. Whatever. Just get on with what you came here to say."

Drake sighed. "I don't appreciate how you handled our situation earlier.

"Our situation?" Abęl asked. "It was your situation. What did you expect me to do anyway? Let you fuck me in the ass?"

"No, but I think you could've handled the situation better," Drake said. "The day before yesterday, I was at a really low point emotionally, and I called you here because I thought that you'd be able to comfort me."

"I came here because I wanted to help you. I thought you'd just want to chill for a couple days but instead you wanted to fuck around in the fucking Gulf of Mexico. You wanted to fuck me in the ass so that the entire world could see and I don't work like that."

"I wanted you to help me fix the situation which occurred at my party, and I thought you agreed, but you don't need to worry about anything. I'm leaving Mexico tomorrow."

Drake exited the room and went back to his own room. He searched for his phone which he had last left on his bed. He quickly scrolled through his contacts to find someone and he called them immediately. "Hello," Drake began. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Los Angeles," the person answered.

"I'm in Mexico," Drake said. "But I'll meet you at our spot tomorrow at 4. Will you make it on time?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."