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

Chapter 16: Overcoming

Lights, Camera, Slut it Up!: Chapter 16: Overcoming

               I sat obediently in the passenger seat as Maxxie drove. I could feel the car's soft purr as it flew over the asphalt and I could hear the smooth sounds streaming through the speakers. I could feel the way the seatbelt hugged my chest and held me against the creamy leather seats. I could see - oh wait, I couldn't. Maxxie made me put a blindfold on. He wasn't being kinky, although I wish he was.

               I had gone over to Maxwell's apartment to give my sister time with Angel. Given how the hearing went, I figured she needed some time alone with my niece. Then Maxwell decided tonight would be a great night for a date. We got dressed, him aggravatingly slowly, and he pulled out a blindfold when we got to his car.

               The car came to a stop and Maxxie killed the engine. "Stay in the car and no peeking."
"Yes sir!" I heard him chuckle before closing the door. A moment later, Maxxie's strong arms closed around my shoulders and I allowed him to pull me out of his car. He began to guide me. "Where are we?" I knew he wouldn't tell me but pestering him was still fun.
"We're almost there." He growled in my ear before biting my earlobe. My breath hitched and I swore I would get him back for that.
I blinked behind the blindfold, "If we're in public, I would advise not doing that again." I had a slight masochistic streak and that included biting.
"I am well aware of what your body is responsive to." I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice.
I bit back a laugh... "- and when did you become an expert?"
He halted us and turned me so I was facing him. He brought his lips down to mine and I instantly flushed. They were soft and slow as they relayed all the emotions Maxxie was currently feeling. I melted into it, giving into the desire without caring who was around. When he pulled away, I couldn't hear anything passed the blood rushing through my ears. "- when you allowed me to be a part of your life."
"You say that as if I had a choice." I honestly didn't. It came down to giving in to what I craved or running away... and I was so tired running.
The blindfold slipped away and I was instantly blinded by the bonfire that burned ten feet ahead. Now that I was taking in my surroundings, I could smell the salt in the air and feel the sand under my shoes. Now I know why Maxxie insisted on casual clothes. "You did all this?" Rows of lit candles were embedded in the sand, leading to a table positioned under a cabana with sheer white curtains. The table and the area surrounding it were littered with ruby rose petals. It was all so breath-taking. The expanse of ocean beyond was dark, only illuminated by the flickering candles and the full moon above us. Maxxie must have been planning this for a while.
He grabbed my hand and led me over to the table, "I wanted tonight to be special." It was beyond special. The single gesture was more than anyone else had ever done for me. Crystler had his romantic quirks but he never planned dates. Planning, in general, wasn't something he excelled at.

               I stared at Maxxie all through dinner and halfway through the desert. The food was good but not nearly as appetizing as the man in front of me. Eventually Maxxie dismissed the servers and we were finally left alone. "Tell me," I began, "Would it be indecent exposure if I strip you right here?"
His eyes glinted mischievously. "Technically no. This beach is private property. However, the owner will be by soon and I don't think he'll like finding us rolling around in the sand." That was probably true and the sight of Maxxie's naked body wasn't something I desired to share.
I sat my silverware to the side, my stomach full. "So who's your friend?"
Maxxie's silverware followed suit. "His name is Victor and he's a co-owner of a BDSM club called Play." I always found it interesting that he could make friends wherever he went. Sure, I could carry a conversation with complete strangers for hours but Maxxie actually made friends. "He's a great guy but he has the worst personality."
"- and you are right tosser, but I can't be arsed with that!" My head snapped to the approaching man as Maxxie stood.
"I heard your car pull up." Maxxie gave him a quick hug and redirected his attention back to me. "This is Nicholas Tyler."
"Nicky." I amended as I shook his hand. He was taller than Maxxie by few inches and his regal features stood out in the flickering candle light. His dark hair was pulled back into a rubber band and his ivy colored eyes almost seemed to glow.
He shook my hand back tightly, "Pleasure, I'm Victor Maxwell and this is Alexei Petrova." He gestured toward a boy behind him.
"Hi Alexei." He looked really young with large chocolate eyes and hair so light that it almost looked white. He had a thin silver chain fastened around his neck a small lock fastened at the base of his neck. Upon closer inspection, Victor had a chain hanging down his chest as well, although his had a key. Victor claimed him and Alexei had allowed himself to be claimed. It might have seemed odd but it was an incredibly romantic gesture.
"We leave tomorrow and will be gone for a fortnight." I looked back at Victor who talking to Maxxie.
I could feel the confusion spread across my face but I didn't want to interrupt. "He means two weeks." I looked back at Alexei who was now smiling. "He's British and tends to use slang."
"Is it hard to understand him?" We both sat down, leaving Maxxie and Victor standing a few feet away.

He shrugged, "Sometimes, but I normally don't have an issue." Alexei seemed a bit nervous talking to me.
"Now you two look like you're on a date," Victor laughed easily while Alexei turned a slight shade of pink. " - are you fancying Nicholas over me? Did I cock up already?"
"Of course not Master." Alexei fingered the lock at his throat. "I am only yours." I could see the honesty behind his words and how he beamed up at the older man.
I laughed as Victor and I traded places. "Thanks again for letting me use your beach." Maxxie took my hand in his and began leading me back to the car.
"Good night!" Victor called after us. "It was a pleasure to meet you Austin Maceroy!" All I could hear was a sound of Maxxie's laughing.

               I rolled over in Maxxie's arms, trying to figure out what had woken me. Then I heard the soft music playing from my cell phone that had been left in the living room. I slid out of bed, enjoying the delicious ache that settled in my body. Maxxie had tied me down again and, as promised, there were more toys involved this time. He kept me in limbo for over an hour and I was fully sated by time Maxxie allowed me to come.
I slipped into the living room and found my cell phone sitting on one of the side tables. I squinted at the screen to find it was a little after three in the morning and it was my mother calling me. I quickly answered it, only to have my ears assaulted with yelling. "He won't let me leave." She sounded terrified.
"Mom, where's Janice and Abby?" While I was worried about my mother, I feared for my little sisters more.
"They're in their room." She sniffled and screamed as a loud crash filled the room. "Robert, stop it!"
I flinched at my father's name. I shook it off and grabbed my keys, completely forgetting about Maxxie. "Get off the fucken phone!" The line went dead as my mother screamed again.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I ran to my car, thankful I remembered to grab a pair of pants and a hoodie.

               I had called the police on my way over and they advised me to stay out of the house but my mother and sisters were in there with him. I couldn't stay outside. I barely threw my car into park before I was running up the front walk. Suddenly the front door seemed daunting. I had walked through it a million times but now it was different. I was different. I wasn't seventeen anymore and my father wasn't a dictator. "You can't leave me - you're nothing without me!" My father's belligerent voice filled the main hall and I didn't hesitate to pull on the handle. It gave way under my hand and I was suddenly staring at the interior of my childhood home. I swallowed hard, ignoring the feelings of pain, loneliness, and regret that came crashing down on me.
I followed the sounds of the struggle and ran into the lounge, "Get your fucken hands off of her." My father had my mother backed against the wall, his hands clamp down on her shoulders as he proceeded to shake her.
He released her as his attention turned to me. "I told you to never come to this house again." He was staring at me and I had to wonder why I was ever afraid of this man.
"I came to pick up my mother and my sisters –"
"Get the hell out of my house! They aren't going anywhere with my disowned embarrassment." He advanced and I tried to move out of the way but found myself with nowhere to go.
His hands knotted in my shirt front and I was slammed against the wall, my feet dangling as I struggled against him. "Get the hell off of me!" My hands wrapped around his wrist as my legs struck out. I was instantly dropped as he rubbed at his new bruised shin.
"Robert leave him alone!" My mother screamed as tears stream down her delicate face.
I gasped for air and attempted to get back to my feet. His hands worked at the buckle on his belt and I was assaulted with flashbacks. "You'll learn my lesson this time and you'll stay the hell away from my house and my family."
He wasn't going to hit me again. I knew what that belt felt like on my skin and how little I had allowed him to make me feel. I wasn't a scared kid anymore. I launched myself at him, the motion catching him by surprise. I heard my mother scream as my father and I wrestled on the ground, each of us struggling to get the upper hand. He managed to pin me and pulled his fist back to strike when he was dragged off of me. It was then that I noticed the red and blue lights reflecting off the walls.