Detention 14

I kicked off my shoes and took off my baseball cap. When I was about to get into bed with him, Aaron smiled and said, “You can’t wear your clothes to bed.” He was really makin’ it hard for me to not want to just fuck the shit outta him. But I had to remember about Brandon. I didn’t wanna have all that fuckin’ guilt in my head if I did sometin’ I wasn’t supposed to do. I took off my shirt slowly, unbuckled my jeans even slower. Normally, I didn’t give a fuck about someone watchin’ me undress, I was never ashamed of my body. But for some reason, when this dude was looking at me, with this excited-ass look in his eyes, I started feelin’ all shy and shit. 

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

Aaron just smiled. “Nothin’. Keep goin’. You’re almost there.” 

I let my pants fall to the ground and stood naked, tryin’ to keep my dick down, but not gettin’ any luck. When Aaron saw me naked, his eyebrows arched and that smile became wider. “Lucky boyfriend you got,” he said. I climbed into the bed with him, more scared than nervous now. I don’t know why I was lettin’ this dude make me sweat like this. 

I could’ve easily just put my shit back on and leave and find somewhere else to stay. But it was somethin’ about this boy that was makin’ me stay against my will. I made sure to stay as far away from him as possible, tryin’ not to let any of our parts touch each other. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to do,” Aaron said. I knew that shit was a lie, `cause I said the same shit to all the girls and dudes I ever wanted to fuck. This dude was really tryin’ to pull one over on me and I was layin’ naked up in his bed, hard as a fuckin’ metal pole. “What are you thinkin’ about?” Aaron asked. His warm foot softly touched my knee. I felt a sizzle go up my leg.

“I’m thinkin’ I need to get the fuck outta here.”

“Where? Back to where you came from?” Aaron asked. “Back to ‘Ben’?” He said ‘Ben’ in a way that he knew that wasn’t Brandon’s real name. “Do you think he’s waitin’ for you at home?”

“I don’t know.”

Aaron scooted closer to me. I could feel the heat comin’ from his body and though I didn’t want to admit it, it felt good. “He probably misses you,” he said.

“How would you know?”

Grazing my elbow with his finger, Aaron said, “I can just tell.” He really knew how to make the simplest touches feel like the best. “I know you wanna be with him right now.”

“...Yeah... I do.” 

Aaron placed his hand on my stomach. I jerked when he touched me; he didn’t take his hand off, and I kinda didn’t want him to. “What does he smell like?”

“What kinda weird-ass question is that?”

Aaron shrugged. “Smells are important. How does he smell like?”

I tried to remember what B smelled like the last time I saw him, last night on the porch. But I couldn’t think. “I don’t know.”

“What’s his favorite ice-cream flavor?” Aaron asked.

“I don’t know. That’s a stupid ass question.” Aaron lowered his hand so it was below my navel. My dick throbbed. 

“What does he wanna be?” Aaron questioned.

“I don’t know.” He was makin’ me sound like a fuckin’ idiot.

“When’s his birthday?” 

“Can we stop fuckin’ playin’ twenty goddamn questions?” I yelled. “I don’t know the answer to none of that shit.”

“Maybe that’s part of the problem,” Aaron said simply. “Seems like you like him, but you don’t really know him.” After saying that, Aaron took his hand off of me. He got out of bed and walked over to the lamp on the other side of the room. He turned it off, leaving the whole room in darkness and shadows. I felt him climb in the bed beside me again. I thought that he was gonna try and go at me again, but he didn’t. “Good night,” Aaron said. I didn’t say anything back. I just looked up at the dark ceiling. What Aaron just said repeated over and over in my head: “Seems like you like him, but you don’t really know him.”

I could hear Aaron breathing softly beside me. Gently, I got out of bed and tryin’ not to make a whole lot of noise, put my clothes on. Right as I was about to head out of the room, I heard Aaron ask me, “Are you leavin’ now?”

I turned around. “Yeah.”

A brief pause, and then Aaron said, “You goin’ home?”

Home. I really didn’t have a home to go back to. But B was back at home. And even though there was some shit back there that I really didn’t want to deal with, that’s where I wanted to be. “Yeah. Thanks for your help.”

Even in the darkness, I could tell that Aaron was smiling at me. “Good luck he said. Make sure you lock the door when you leave.”

“See you later,” I told him.

I left his apartment in a hurry, gettin’ into my truck like I was tryin’ to escape from a serial killer or somethin’. I wanted to leave as fast as possible. As I turned on the ignition I thought about the reasons why I had left in the first place. I know for damn sure that shit between me and my dad wasn’t gonna change. I didn’t even wanna bother to talk to him. I wanted to have another chance with B, to make things better, to fix the only relationship in my life that ever really meant somethin’ to me. Things were gonna be different when I went back. They were gonna be better - at least I hoped they would be.