Page 21 of Leave Me
My stomach cramped like it had when I’d eaten bad ceviche in Ecuador, and I wondered if it was Mom’s dinner or the drinks. I wasn’t sure how a few bottles of cider could cause so much pain, but after a few minutes, it subsided, and I got up to shower.
Mom was out working, so I went into the kitchen in only a towel. Hoping the pain was done after my lukewarm shower, I had some toast with peanut butter, forgoing anything that might bring the stomachache back. I was finally getting to spend time with Fowler after so many years apart, so I didn’t want to get sick.
My brain wanted to fill me with doubts about the kiss. He was drinking, I was drinking, and it didn’t mean anything. My heart remindedme that Fowler was just going to leave again. I didn’t want to think about either of those things right now.
My phone beeped from the bedroom, a welcome distraction to my spiraling thoughts, so I cleaned up my crumbs and made my way back there. I was floating on a happy cloud when Fowler kissed my cheek and bid me goodnight, but at least I remembered to charge my phone.
Unknown number
I really enjoyed catching up last night…and I look forward to seeing you today.
It only took a second for my brain to connect the dots. Fowler King was texting me. He wanted to see me again. How did he get my number?
Unknown Number
This is Fowler. King, I mean. Hope it’s okay that Rel gave me your number?
Well, that answered my question. I could kiss Rel for knowing I’d want King to have my number, but I figured kissing one old friend was enough for this reunion. I saved his number to my phone and sat on my bed to reply.
Hi, Fowler! Good morning! I had fun last night, too (;
Sending my message before I thought about whether it came across as too eager to add the winking emoji and multiple exclamation points, I stood to remove my towel. The way Fowler had held me tight and almost possessively, telling me how good I smelled as he took controlof the kiss…got me hard in seconds. But I had to get dressed so I could see the man in person.
Grabbing a loose tank top and khaki shorts from my dresser, I heard my phone beep again before I could wrangle up underwear.
Fowler King
See you soon (;
Grinning like a fool at his return emoji, I threw myself back on my bed and let myself take hold of my cock. Maybe I should rub one out, just so I wasn’t rocking a boner at the park.
It wasn’t hard to get myself to the edge, no pun intended.
All I had to do was close my eyes and picture Fowler looming over me, his eyes darkened with longing and aimed at me. I could almost smell him, feel his lips ghosting over my pulse as I got myself closer. Using the pre-cum I was leaking like a faucet to ease the way, I imagined a possessive growl emanating from deep in Fowler’s toned chest, and my orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck!” Arching off the bed, I cried out as ripples of pleasure radiated through me. Having only had time to grip my comforter with my free hand, I couldn’t stop coming all over my stomach and chest.
“That was fucking intense,” I whispered to no one, glad my mom wasn’t home.
As fast as the orgasm came on, another cramp hit me, and I curled into a fetal position until it passed. I would need anothershower…
Running late after my jerk-off session and a cold shower, I’d jogged to Lake Park and was sweating despite the mild midday temperature. Hopefully, my deodorant would help me not smell gross. Though Fowler might not mind… The thought made me smile as I entered the park to join the crowd of about thirty adults with a dozen or so children running around the grassy area between the playground and picnic tables.
The park where they were holding the reunion picnic was halfway between Blue Lake and Northlake, close to the high school. It had a great view of the lake across the street, and I’d spent a lot of time there as a kid.
My favorite person to hang out with at the park was already there, chatting with some girls from our class, who weren’t girls anymore. He was truly stunning, and he stood out in a crowd. Not just because he was in all black with numerous tattoos while everyone else was in pastel summer dresses and polo shirts, but because of who he was.
Fowler King was an alpha, born to lead. People naturally followed wherever he went, and I was one of those who couldn’t tear their eyes away.
When he saw me, Fowler immediately walked over and hugged me, kissing my cheek. I gasped and clung to his thick upper arms, bare in a tank top like mine.
Time stood still as Fowler leaned back to look me in the eye. There was something there besides happiness to see me, perhaps a little surprise at his embracing me with a kiss. But also, he made me feel like we were alone in the world.
Whispers and laughter broke through my haze, and I stepped back. Something in me hated losing contact with Fowler, but I didn’t go far. Looking around, I found most people were looking our way, but the laughter had come from children, not the adults.
“Hi.” Fowler grinned at me sheepishly, as if he’d just realized how his greeting would look.
People were still whispering and looking our way, but I didn’t know if it was about us or Fowler in general. He had graduated from high school with them using his deadname, so I imagined some could be about his gender. Hell, his dad had died, and Fowler hadn’t been home since graduation, so it could be about a lot of things.
