Page 61 of Creed
The moment to catch my breath had helped, and I was starting to feel a little better. Not great, but there was a chance I could at least stand up without the world spinning around me.
Sensing my shift in movement, Kayden looped his hand under my arm again, prepared to help me stand up.
“I guess they really wanted to make sure they got a kid out of him.” Kayden laughed, keeping his tone light, but there was a strain to his voice. “Well, that’s not so bad. It’s easily fixable, at least.”
Between the three of them, they were able to haul me over to the truck they’d used to get here. There was a moment of confusion, as they’d actually left the truck near the beginning of the road, and someone had to run back to fetch it and bringing it closer, but once the vehicle was parked in front of me, I practically collapsed into back seat.
Every touch against my skin had been heightened a hundredfold. The upholstery of the truck’s seat was probably usually very soft, but now it felt like sandpaper against my skin. Even my own clothes, which were thankfully still intact other than a few missing buttons from my shirt, were too much for me to bear. I was already reaching for my shirt, determined to remove it entirely, when a small voice stopped me.
“Mister Creed, what’s wrong?”
A pair of inquisitive eyes were watching me from the front seat.
Oh, fuck.
The kids were in the truck. I’d completely forgotten about Robyn and Mavis. There was no way I could let the kids see me in such a state.
Instead of removing my shirt, I clutched the fabric tighter around my throat to try and hide my flushed skin as much as possible, and kept my hips angled down toward the seat so they couldn’t see the evidence of my arousal.
“It’s fine. I’m just... a little under the weather.”
It took everything I had to keep my voice from shaking.
“That’s right,” Kayden agreed as he opened the passenger door. “He’s a bit sick, so we’re going to take him to a doctor to help him get better. That means I need you two to stay here for a bit. My friend, Brody, is also going to be staying here with you, so he’ll take care of you while we’re gone.”
The kids tried to protest, but Kayden was already lifting Robyn out of the truck. It took some convincing, but eventually, the kids were left with Brody, while Magnus got behind the wheel and started the ignition.
Kayden was about to climb into the back seat with me, when I grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“You should ride up front.”
He stared at me in confusion for a second, before a light of understanding flickered behind his eyes. If Kayden was too close to me, I may not be able to control myself, and Magnus was right there in the front seat. I may be a little more comfortablewith my sexuality now, but I was definitely not interested in exhibitionism.
Despite it being my own request, I still struggled to let go of Kayden once I had a hold of him. He had to forcefully remove my hand from his arm, then, with one last uncertain look, he climbed into the front passenger seat.
I was left alone, sprawled face down on the back seat as the truck drove down the rough terrain of the mountain’s backroads. There was no way to get comfortable. Every bump that the truck hit caused me to slide a bit against the seat, and the friction of the seat’s upholstery against my skin nearly had me moaning obscenely. I had to bite my lip until it bled to keep myself quiet.
I barely remembered the drive. I was so focused on controlling my reactions, that I may as well have been unconscious. We could have driven to the other side of the country, and I wouldn’t have noticed, I was so lost inside my own head.
My awareness of my surroundings came and went in waves. Sometimes, I would notice that the truck was completely silent, and sometimes there would be voices talking quietly.
One time I came back to awareness and found a very strange conversation happening. It took me a while to realize that I was the topic of the conversation, but I hoped that neither Magnus nor Kayden had anything negative to say.
“Creed doesn’t trust people easily,” Magnus was saying while keeping his eyes on the road. “So, it says a lot that he trusts you. That must mean that you’re a good person. However, I still have to make one thing clear.” He took his eyes off the road just long enough to stare at Kayden. It was just a brief glance before he had to turn his gaze back to the uneven road, but that briefsecond of eye contact would be enough to make a grown man fear for his life.
“If you hurt him, the police will never find your body.”
With a solemn nod, Kayden raised three fingers near his temple. “A Scout’s Honor probably doesn’t mean much coming from me since I was only a scout for, like, two weeks, but it’s the best I can do. I promise I won’t hurt him. He’s been my closest friend for almost as long as I can remember. Even when he was serving overseas, when I thought he was straight and I didn’t have a chance, his well being always came first for me. Nothing will change that.”
I never heard Magnus’s response. That was as long as my awareness lasted. Like a tidal wave crashing against the beach, I was pulled under the tide of my own desires again, and it took everything to keep myself still and quiet in the backseat.
The next time I realized what was happening around me, I was being hauled out of the truck. I struggled for a moment, thinking I’d been kidnapped again, until I recognized Kayden and Magnus beside me. They brought me out of the truck and into a motel room, where I was promptly dumped onto a piece of furniture that was almost too hard to be called a bed.
“Sorry about the shabby accommodations,” Magnus said as he closed the front door behind us. “But I figured this was better than dragging you through a hotel lobby. Maybe it would have been better to stay at the lake house, after all. The bed would at least be more comfortable.”
Magnus was talking to me, but I couldn’t do much more than grunt, so Kayden responded for me.
“I don’t think either of us would feel comfortable in the place where Creed was kept captive,” he insisted, lingering near the bed but not touching me more than necessary. “This’ll be fine. At least it’ll be better than being out in the middle of the woods.”
