Page 69 of Totally Wrecked
Gray hesitates, when he looks at me he is seeing my swollen lips, and strings of cum caught in my stubble. Very tentatively he raises my chin with one finger, then brings his lips to mine.
And angels sing.
“What? What about…” Gray casts a glance down at my poor throbbing dick.
“Babe, we are two starving men, and you need to take all the protein you can find…”
GRAY
The tunnel opens out on the flip side of the ridge. My sense of direction may be all off, but it seems like we’ve taken a short cut.
“Looks like the north cove is a click ahead.” I’m all business this morning.
“Yeah, it looks close.” Killian has picked up on the whole ‘I don’t want to discuss that I sucked your cock’ vibe I’m giving off. “I can’t believe how slow it is to move through the jungle.”
We stand and watch the jungle spread out in front of us.
“So, shall we journey on, Gray Wind?” Killian doesn’t turn to look at me, but he reaches out a hand and rests it against my back.
“What did you call me?”
“Gray Wind. He’s a dire wolf inGame of Thrones. That’s what you remind me of. Silent, huge, loyal.”
A dire wolf?
I guess I could get behind that. If any of my pack was in danger, I’d happily attack. Though I can’t imagine Leander as a wolf.
A wolf cub?
Nah, that kid is a long-legged Afghan hound; showy and a bit chaotic, but, if I'm honest, also real sweet.
“What’s making you laugh?” Killian asks me, but I don’t answer his question because a wave of dizziness overtakes me. “You OK? Gray?”
“Yeah, just tired.” I turn away so he can’t read anything in my face. “Let’s get going.”
I didn’t get any sleep last night. My mind was constantly turning over what happened between me and Killian. I don’t want to talk about it with him. At least—not yet. We slowly make our way down the incline, which thankfully is pretty gentle, and I try to keep my mind on the task in hand. It’s not easy.
But then, when has anything ever been easy?
Only when I’ve had Rex and Leander in my life.
Rex is so clever. Not booksmart-clever, but real-life clever. It’s like he looks at the world with his head tilted on one side, so he sees it at a different angle to the rest of us. He saw me immediately.
“This is Gray,” he’d told his meemaw as she picked him up from school. “He’s going to be my friend. Can he come for dinner?”
And his meemaw took one look at my dirty clothes and hollow eyes and said, “Of course! I think you and Gray would make wonderful friends.”
Fuck I love his meemaw.
After that, I spent every hour I could at Rex’s house. I’d get proper food, actual cooked food, and the house was warm. I was a big kid, even though I was malnourished, and I was sullen and often smelly. Other kids, and actually a lot of the teachers, were… unkind, is a polite way to put it. At first, I used my fists to get pay back, but Rex taught me to be clever like him. I was grateful, I didn’t want to be a fighter like my dad, but I didn’t know a different way.
“Don’t react. We’ll find the perfect way to make them suffer, we just got to use our brains.”
So yeah, then me and Rex would steal a kid's clothes while he was in the shower. Or hide chunks of tuna fish inside someone's locker. Put a porn mag in a teacher's desk.
Not exactly rocket science, but we were stealthy and we got away with it. There were no more “calls home” about my fighting. Which was a good thing, because that just involved me getting a beat down.
Both Rex’s grandparents never made me feel less. One day his meemaw announced she was doing a special treatment for everyone’s hair, “To make it feel nice and silky,” she’d said. It wasn’t until years later that I realized the whole house had a “special treatment,” because of the head lice I’d brought into the home.
