Chris & Mishka - The Finale

Gary withdrew his cock from Tripp’s mouth, to step up to the plate next. Tripp coughed and whimpered, “Get off me!” Devon pulled him up by the forearms, then pushed him down onto the sand. He struggled, but in his state, he was no match for the three of them. Nicky forced him to inhale the drug again, and he instantly relaxed.

“Please...,” Tripp begged, almost comatose now. “Please take it easy...” Gary already had his well-muscled thighs over his shoulders, and was about to push in. His lustful glare softened when he took the time to really look at Tripp’s face. He was one of the hottest guys he ever saw. He looked like an Abercrombie + Fitch model. “Okay.,” he whispered. “I want you to cum for me, Tripp.” 

Devon and Nicky knelt around him, as if he was a pig roasting on the spit. When they saw the blood running down Tripp’s thigh though, even their stone cold expressions changed. “Ohmigod!...You made him bleed, man!...Maybe we should get the fuck outta here!,” Nicky exclaimed, frightened.

Trip just laid there, smiling dreamily and muttering phrases that were English, but made no sense whatsoever. “Blue, I swear...I swear I can walk with that cat...I can do it for my sister...If you give it to me, I’ll give you all those stars...We can handle the sticks better...I know it,” He giggled. “...You’re a star!..I know they’re green, but...you’ll see!...You will!..I promise, Blue...” His cloudy blue eyes fluttered, then rolled back in his head.

“Oh, shit!,” Gary hollered, beginning to cry. He started slapping Tripp’s cheek. “Tripp...Tripp...Come on, Tripp!...Wake up!...Come on!...Please!” It was useless. He looked like a corpse. “Devon, he needs a hospital, man!”

Devon couldn’t utter words. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. Nicky grabbed his arm, and on a silent count to three, they all took off for the street.

It was 4 am now. Chris had already cried several times, after talking to all their friends, and finding out Tripp was with none of them. At this point, they all split up, to scour South Beach.

Chris trudged down the never-ending stretch of beach, feeling like a man stranded in the middle of the Sahara desert. He had no idea where he was, and the waves crashing angrily in the darkness, were very eerie under the light of the full moon.

“Ty-lerrrr!!!,” he moaned, forcing his cramped legs to keep on going. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Tripp had lifted his head from the sand, recognizing his name. “Blue?,” he cried, his voice hoarse from the voracious deep throating he’d gotten earlier in the night. He was all disheveled. His shorts were terribly wrinkled, and pulled halfway down his thighs. He looked like a war casualty.

“Ohmigod, Tyler!,” Chris cried, running over to him. Tripp crawled on his elbows to him, and collapsed his weary head onto his lap. He burst into tears. Chris never saw him this bad in four years! He was crying like a frightened child.

There was blood crusted all over him, on his ass, his elbows, his chest...Chris gathered him into his arms and hugged him tighter than he’d ever hugged anyone. “Oh, Blueee!...,” he wailed, “...Don’t let it get me!! Pleasseee!...” Chris asked him what he was talking about, and that nothing would hurt him over his dead body. “The moon!...It was chasing me!...It kept getting bigger...and bigger!...And it was laughing at me!...”

Chris shook him. “Tyler, look at me!” Tripp was able to focus a little better by that time. He looked like he saw a ghost. “Tyler,...what did you do?...Are you on something?...Did someone rape you?...Answer me, honey!...You need to answer me!...If someone hurt you, I’m gonna fucking kill them! You hear me?” 

Tripp slowly nodded, looking extremely disappointed in himself. He burst into tears, making Chris’ eyes well up again. “Baby, why?...Why, baby?...I don’t want to watch you ruin your life anymore!...It kills me!..I love you...”

Tripp stared at him, beginning to comprehend just how much his reckless behavior had aged his beloved Chris all these years. “I’m so sorry!...It just hurts so much to love you like I do, and watch you with Mary Beth. I don’t care what happens to me, if I can’t have the person I Iove,...and would give my life for!”

Chris caressed his face. He wasn’t exactly the innocent one. Tripp was right. His unwillingness to love him the way he deserved, caused Tripp to destroy himself from all the mental anguish. “I know, sweetie...I know...I’ve been so unfair to you...I’m not going to hurt you anymore...I swear it, Tyler!...Please believe me this time!”

He tried to get Tripp to his feet. He needed to get him to a hospital. He wrapped his arm protectively around him, and headed towards the street, where he’d hail a cab. Tripp begged him not to tell his parents, and he promised that he wouldn’t. This certainly topped his coke overdose sophomore year, which they did know about. Mr. Janik was very homophobic, and thought his son fucked boys just to piss him off. Finding out his son was raped by a few, would really be a bad thing!

After Tyler got treated at the hospital, Chris helped him get cleaned up in the shower, then caressed his hair until he fell asleep. Once he was slumbering peacefully, Chris cried again. What if the kid had AIDS? What then? He left Tripp’s cell phone number with the front desk, and told the staff on duty that if any kids about twenty-one/twenty-two showed up there requesting an HIV test, that they be notified immediately.

When Chris woke up the next morning, Tripp was gone. He was in the shower again. God, he probably felt so disgusting...That feeling never washed away. Chris knew from experience. He was raped by his prep school ice hockey coach, and never told anyone. He still told himself that he deserved what happened. Regardless, Tripp didn’t deserve this...

They ate breakfast at the diner alone, and in silence. That’s when the phone call came. The description of the boy who showed up at the hospital, fit Devon’s. He was scared out of his mind that Tripp may have been HIV positive, then admitted he was high on ecstasy last night and had unprotected sex with a guy. Devon’s previous test was negative. Tripp got very lucky! He was pretty much in the clear!

That night, the guys were all headed out to the South Beach bars again. Tripp was on the phone with with Drew. He watched Chris, who was out on the terrace, engrossed in a book. “Ummm, Chris?...Wanna go to The Clevelander?...,” he called out. Chris shook his head. “Nope!...I’m gonna keep it low key tonight, I think.” Tripp stood there quietly for a moment, his gaze still locked on him.

“Tripp?,” Drew finally said, laughing. “Ummm...I think I’ll pass tonight.,” he said. That flagged Chris’ attention. Tripp never passed up a bar night! He looked in at him, his green eyes filled with amazement.

When Tripp hung up the phone, he walked out into the salty breeze. Their eyes were locked. He was so fucking sexy without a shirt on, in nothing more than a pair of hip-hugging cargo shorts. He knelt in front of Chris, who was wearing the same attire, and tried to pull the book away from him. Chris blushed and tried to hold onto it, but Tripp weaseled it out of his hand. “The Alphabet Lovers, huh?...’A’ is For Adam?...” He read a little bit of it. Chris watched the smart ass grin on his face slowly disappear. Finally, he tossed the steamy book onto the concrete floor, and grabbed Chris by the hair.