Chapter 1: Smooth Criminal

“Mikey?” At first I tried to ignore the voice calling my name, especially since it was a name nobody used for me anymore, until the second time he called my name, it was at that time that I knew who it was. My eyes were probably the size of tennis balls by the time I pivoted my body around to see Carter Hart looking right at me. He hadn’t changed much since the last time I saw him. I thought it was going to be the last time I saw him, seeing he was supposed to be gone forever. I couldn’t do anything. It was like a dream. A dream where the only guy I ever fell for was finally standing right in front of me after 2 years of knowing he wasn’t coming back.

Carter was like a gorgeous statue there, his brown hair spiked into a messy yet neat faux-hawk, showing off his perfect forehead and eyebrows. Underneath were the most beautiful pair of sapphire blue eyes I have ever seen. His face was scruffy now instead of smooth, giving him a more mature and sexy look. I tried not to concentrate on how tall he still was, or if his body still looked the same as it had before he left.

“Carter?” I asked, squinting and smiling. “I would have never recognized you!” I lied. I would have recognized him, even after not seeing him for two years. What I didn’t understand is why he wanted to talk to me of all people. Or, more along the lines of why I would want to be talking to him. He left so abruptly, leaving me alone in the process. He acted like it didn’t even matter to him at all. That was what hurt worse.

“I’m back,” he smiled as he said this, placing a hand on my forearm. I shivered. I remembered the touch even from 2 years into the past. It was haunting. I wanted it to stop. I slipped out of his grip. Pain flooded his eyes.

“I thought you were de-”

“I was,” he cut in. “I didn’t think I was ever coming back, but somehow I managed. Went through hell to get back here. For you…”

I shook my head, pushing my hair back with my right hand. I scratched my scalp, looking at him with my fiercely lit up hazel eyes. I could see them in the mirrors Target conveniently located around the store. 2 years later and I still worked at that dump.

“Gotta get back to work,” I said, cutting him short. “Listen,” I called out right before he walked away. “A lot has changed since you left. I’m not the same person, and I hope you aren’t either.” I could tell those words stung him. The hurt me too. A sword piercing us both at the same time. I missed him. I was happy he was back, but I wasn’t going to invite him into my arms like I did the last time. He was the one who screwed me over. I was the one who wanted to be with him and would have done anything to make him happy. Its not my fault he lost the one thing he knew was the best damned thing in his life.

After that, I couldn’t wait to get off work. I had to hold back the emotions for the rest of the day. I could only imagine what strings he had to pull and where to the point where he could get himself back here. When you sell your soul to the devil, your screwed.

***

The windows were fogged even before I stepped into the MMA studio. Work took a lot out of me, but not enough out of me to the point where I wanted to stop training. Lex was there, as always. She looked at me and smiled, her brown eyes locking on my face as soon as I stepped in the door. Best friends sure did have a way to lighten up the day. There was a brief hug involved, then a look on her face that meant he was going to have to brace himself, and fast.

“Bad news travels fast in the town. Just as fast as news in general. He’s been here for hours waiting for you.” Lex stated, looking over at Carter. He still looked as good as he did in Target.

“Damn, and here I thought I was going to be able to run away from my past for once.” I frowned, looking down at the floor.

“Michael, its not that bad. Just kick his ass or something… If you want him out, then get him out. Running away isn’t the answer.” Lex answered, mimicking Yoda as much as possible for the last part.

I couldn’t help but chuckle and shrug my shoulders. “What would I ever do without you, Lex?”

“Die alone, unhappy, and with more cats than you already have. Now… go get him.” She pushed me in his direction. Before I knew it, I was in front of him. I didn’t want to be. God, I didn’t want to be in front of him at that moment. I wanted to be away from him, for like, ever. But it wasn’t going to happen. Until I got rid of him, he was always going to come back for more.

“Carter…” I started, putting my arms at my sides. He turned and looked at me, his body still as intimidating and gorgeous as it was while I was working. “Can we talk?” I asked, grabbing him as hard as I could by the arm, leading him into the empty locker room.

“Wow, got stronger I see… Must help when fighting off all of the-”

“What the hell are you doing here? First you come to my work, distract me, and make it so I can hardly think about anything else but you all day, and then you bother me here where I was planning on beating the thought of you out of my mind. Is it your complete intention to piss me off, or what?” I vented, looking into his sapphire eyes, eluding their pull.

“You know, I have no idea what you are talking about…” he replied, trying to walk out. I grabbed him by the arm harder than before.

“Why are you here? I sent you back where you belonged, and now you come back, bringing all of these memories with you. Why the hell are you doing this to me? You know I had every single right to stop you from what you were going to do…” Carter looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“I didn’t want to come back, but they made me. Do you think I like being stuck in the same city as the one person who cares… no, cared about me the most? I screwed you over big time, and I know that. But I cant change the fact that I was sent here by them again, this time to do something else.”

“And what would that be?” I questioned, my grip on him getting tighter.

“I cant tell you, but if I could, I would. All you need to know is that it is bigger than what me and you ever were or ever will be. Something that maybe not even you and I together can handle…”

“Wow…” I laughed, rolling my eyes, accidentally letting go of his arm. “You really think I am going to help you in this? Since when is it my job to save your ass from what you got yourself into in the first place? I’m not your damned dog, so whatever you think I am going to do, you can forget about it…” I started to turn around and walk out, but this time, he grabbed me. It was firm, but didn’t hurt. I just started to realized the scent in the locker room. It wasn’t the smell of feet, but more the smell of cherry blossoms and axe shower gel. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing it in deeply before I shoved it back out with anger.
“You took and oath, Mikey, and I am the person here who is going to back it up. I was sent here with one mission- to keep you safe, and to help you out in any way possible. I cant do that if you keep on rejecting me the way you have been.” Carter, slightly loosened the grip on my arm. There was a white spot outlining his fingers already. I pulled away from him as fast as I could, dropping my fist back, and swung. My fist collided with the side of his face without any pain to me at all, yet sending him into a row of lockers. The dent clearly outlined his body.

“Fine, but there are going to be some rules. Rule #1: You touch me without permission, I have every right to kick your ass up and down the street. Rule #2: Staring not allowed. The last thing we need is them thinking that we are in it for the fun of it. Rule #3: This isn’t going to be fun, so don’t act like it is going to be. I sure as hell am not going to have fun with the guy I had to send to hell, just because he couldn’t control his mojo.” He stood back up, not even wincing. He still looked painfully gorgeous, I couldn’t help but marvel at his tight clothes as he worked his way up off of the floor. “Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it…” Carter replied. It wasn’t long before he was behind me, his long, strong arms wrapping their way around my middle. “There’s just one problem, how the hell am I going to keep my hands off of you?” He grinned, his teeth white and alluring, his lips curving to where I could fit mine perfectly between them. Damnit, why did he do this to me? I could feel him pull me tighter as his front pressed against my back. He was aroused, I could feel it. It was larger, I knew that. I couldn’t give in, not now. But I did, letting myself turn around, looking deep into his sapphire eyes as he stroked my black hair back, kissing my forehead. With my stomach doing somersaults, he shut the door with his foot before pushing me against an un-dented locker.

His lips were on mine quickly, my strong, scrawny legs wrapped around his back. Our tongues gently caressed each other, and it seemed weird especially because of the place that we found ourselves. A stinky sweaty locker room. It all seemed to melt away though. No more stink, just me and him. His hands moved from my upper torso to my lower torso. His hands were rough and strong, like the rest of his body. I loved it. I was so hard it hurt, even as Carter shredded me of my shirt and my shorts. I stood there naked in front of him, love and lust like an elixir in his sapphire eye as he took his own shirt off slowly, revealing his amazingly fit body. He had grown into his body. A killer abdomen and a fit chest wasn’t what caught my eye, though. It was he scars. They hadn’t been there before. Not before I sent him to the one place I obviously shouldn’t have.

Tears welled up in my eyes, as he took off his pants, revealing more and more bodily horrors. I moved myself closer, his neck level with my lips as I placed my small hands in his sides, rubbing up and down as to keep him warm. A shudder ran up his body as I touched him. I moved even closer in, our erections now fighting over which side. He was definitely bigger than me then, and now, now it was like a crazy comparison. Average to about 9.5” and 7” thick. I wanted to cry out was he pulled me closer with his right arm, the left pulling my face up to push the tears out of my eyes then wipe them away. A gentle kiss on my lips then I was working my way down his torso, kissing every scar I saw. Some looked like horrible burns, other like he was cut into with a serrated knife. I couldn’t help but let a few tears fall down his abdomen along with me.

Helf a minute later and I had reached myself to his rock hard penis. His testicles hung low and looked like golf balls. I felt my own penis twitch, dripping a mediocre amount of pre cum on the floor. I loved how erotic but sensual everything was. Being careful, I squeezed his erection in my right hand, barely fitting my hand all the way around it. Before I knew it, he was in my mouth and I was bobbing my head up and down like I used to do. Slow and lovingly. My tongue caressed the underside as I let my teeth gently knick the head of his penis as I took it in and out of my gentle mouth.

Not too long into my blowjob, I let him fall out of my mouth, working my way back up to his scars. I concentrated most of my energy in my tongue as I caressed his wounds. Carter started to breathe heavily, his whole body shaking as I licked the larges scar in the front side of his body. It carried on from his left nipple, to the right side of his navel. It was the most intimidating and gorgeous of all of his scars. It pulled me in as I kissed, licked, and rubbed my thumbs over it. I couldn’t stand but feel myself reach a point to where I though I was going to explode all over the locker room floor, Carter stopped me by pulling me up, his large scar glistening with sweat and saliva from my eager mouth. His right thumb caressed my bottom lip as his left arm pulled me up into his arms, right above his hard, awaiting member. A thumb was replaced by eager lips as two hands encouraged me to wrap my legs around his back. I did, then started to lower myself onto him.

“Hold on…” Carter panted. “Can you handle it, just by itself.”

I glared at him, then kissed him gently. “Of course.” Before I knew it, he was slowly sliding into me, his massive erection penetrating my body in a way I never thought possible for anyone but him. My heart cried out and my stomach fluttered as I realized that it was Carter, the only guy I thought I would ever love, that was doing these things to me again. No more dreaming, this was real. By the time he was all the way inside of me, my body was tense, and I thought my fingers were going to break from holding onto his forearms so firmly.

Slowly, Carter pulled out, and pushed back in, wincing slightly at the pleasure as he moved in to suck on my neck, my head pulled to the left side. It didn’t take long. The sexual deprivation got the best of us, and within the next five thrusts, he had shed pulse after pulse of his seed inside of me. Just the feeling of him still inside of me was more than enough to create a sticky situation between the two of us.

He pulled out of the crook of my neck, looking into my eyes, staring into me as I was him. Sweat, cum, and heat created waves of passion that resonated through the whole locker room.

“Shower?” I asked innocently, unlocking my legs from behind his waist. Carter set me down. My legs were wobbly and weak from the experience. He could only smile as he lifted me up into his arms yet again, carrying me into the showers like he used to do.

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