Lights, Camera, Slut it Up! [Boy/Boy]

Chapter 6: Abby's Day

Lights, Camera, Slut it Up!: Chapter 6: Abby's Day

               I sat in front of my sister's school, the thought of the make-out session Maxxie and I had still filling my head. After the impromptu sex session at the restaurant, Maxxie and I had left without eating. It had been weird being back in that kind of environment again. Then again, the only time my siblings and I had gone to a restaurant growing up was when our parents were in town. Maxxie had driven me back to school where we prolonged saying goodbye by keeping our lips busy in my front seat. Maxxie's and my relationship was always convoluted. Prior to Chrystler, Maxxie and I would do whatever we wanted with each other, although I knew we both harbored feelings. Now, those feelings I shoved in the back of my mind were flooding out. Maxxie and I knew so much about each other and yet, we have never pursued each other. Maybe he had been waiting for me to make the first move... but he wasn't like that. If he saw something he wanted, he went for it. However, he had been respecting my and Chrystler's relationship.

               The bell of my old high school finally rang and students came pouring out. Midway through the crowd, Abby and her friends managed to slip out. I waved and her face instantly brightened. The two girls that flanked her giggled their way over and I recognized them form when I used to pick her up from school years ago. "Hey Abby." I pulled my little sister against me and I couldn't help but notice how willowy she felt under my hands. "Hi girls."

One of them blushed and the other cocked an eyebrow at me. "Who are you calling girl?"

"My apologies," I bit back a laugh, "Hello ladies."

"That's better." Then she quickly hugged my sister, "Later Abbs!" The two girls continued down the street without another word.

"They don't want a ride?" I asked Abby once they were out of earshot.

Abby snubbed her nose. "No, they're fine." I opened the passenger door for her and she slid in.

               I spent the rest of the day doting on my little sister. We walked through the mall, got frozen yogurt, and I bought her a few trinkets that she admired. Lastly, I had her choose a restaurant for dinner. Now we were parked down the street from the house I grew up in. "Abby, please talk to me."

She bit her lip anxiously. "It's nothing Nicky."

"It's not nothing Abby." My voice was soft and I tried my best to make it welcoming.

Her hand rested on her covered wrist, as if it could make the scars go away. "It's just Mom and Dad are always fighting ... and I remember what Dad did to you." Tears fell freely from her eyes and I gently wiped them away. "I'm scared he'll do it to me too."

She knew he beat me. As much as I'd like to say it was news to me, I knew my siblings had to of heard my screams. It had been hard to stay quiet when my dad mercilessly took a belt to me and then kicked me out. It had been partly because I was gay and partly because I had shamed my family name by working at a porn studio. Either way, he was a homophobic asshole who never should have reproduced. Then her words clicked in my head. "Do you like other girls?"

"Maybe." She looked down, ashamed – and my heart broke. My little sister was terrified that she would get beaten and thrown out like I had been. Then the gut-wrenching truth dawned on me that there was nothing I could do. She was still a minor and soon she would be forced to live with that prick for six months at a time. Good old dad was moving to New York and the girls would have nobody close to them to turn to.

I caressed her hand, her fingers jerking in surprise. "I'll always be here for you Abby." I stated. "If you're ever scared and you want to leave, call me and I'll pick you up." A small smile graced her face and I returned it. "Promise me."

She shook her head, "Did you ever do it Nicky?"

"No." While I had never physically hurt myself, I did turn to other caustic means of relief. I slept around and doted on being the school slut. It was all meaningless and left me feeling empty. I put on acts and I played my parts well. At least until Chrystler came along. "I did other things." I also drink like a fish, not that I would say that to my little sister. I had practically raised this girl!

"Chrystler?" Her voice was hesitant.

I shook my head, "He had a lot of scars." They were all over his body... he had hundreds.

"What happened?" That was the question I've been dreading.

"I had gone to class – my voice was utterly emotionless, but it was all I could muster at the moment. "Chrystler and I would text on break, it was this little thing that we always did." I exhaled, "He didn't respond and I thought maybe he had fallen asleep or didn't hear his cell phone." Abby listened intently to my every word, and I had to admit, it felt good to talk about my past lover. "When I got home, I called for him but he didn't yell back." My throat suddenly closed up and I finally realized I was crying. "I found his body in our bathroom."

Abby grabbed my hand in support. "Did he leave a note or anything?" I shook my head, my breathing coming out in harsh gasps. "I'm sorry Nicky."

I hugged her, feeling the weight settling back onto my chest. "I can't lose you too Abby."

"You won't - I promise."

               The music drowned out what little sanity I had left. It vibrated the air and settled down to my very core. Strobe lights flashed in time to the thumping beat as bodies gyrated against mine. I had no idea who any of these people were, save for one. Cole's lean body was scantily clad in a pair of ripped jeans and a mesh shirt, making it easier for me and everyone else to see what he had to offer. I allowed my hands to rest on his pelvic bones and felt his stiff member as he purposely rubbed against me. "I can't wait to fuck you later." He responded by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, exciting a moan that went straight to my dick. Then he pulled away and pranced back into the crowd. I attempted to follow but the crowd thickened and I found myself only able to move inches despite my effort. Hands touched, grabbed, squeezed, and caressed me as their owners danced their way through the crowd. With the atmosphere being so dark, it was nearly impossible to discern who was touching me at any given moment. I allowed myself to get lost; thoughts drowned out by the music, stress melting away as I danced, and my fear wasn't allowed to exist right now. Hell, right now, I wasn't Nicky or Nicholas Tyler... I was Austin Maceroy – ex-pornstar and every man's wet dream. Everything was perfect in my life. I was young and enjoying the club scene with a fuck buddy. Cole was nothing more than that and we both knew it. The sex was good and that's all that mattered to me right now. Nicky didn't exist for at least a few blissful hours.

               Cole reappeared fifteen minutes later, and while I was having fun dancing with the guys that had gathered around me, I was thankful to see him. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" With the louder music being blasted through the speakers, he had to yell to be heard. I scanned the crowd and realized I was now by the bar and about forty feet from where he left me.

"I'm here now!" I yelled back, noting a slight sway that the man had going on.

He brought his hand to his mouth before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. I allowed myself to be led and when he kissed me, I open my mouth when he demanded it. His tongue held a slightly bitter taste but I ignored it. Then a tablet was pushed from his mouth to mine. Cole pulled away but still stayed close. "Swallow, it'll make you feel good." I hesitated, but did it anyway. Nicky was the smart precautious one... however, Austin couldn't care less.

The lights continued to flash, the music continued to thump, and we continued to dance. Eventually the lights got brighter, the music a lot louder, and the movements of our bodies became more sensual. "I think it's working." My voice seemed to be two octaves too high and Cole noticed. He laughed and began pulling me toward one of the darker corners of the club. I no idea what his intentions were, but I was more than excited to find out.