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Beautiful Lie 07
I was surprised to see so many police in the station for it being Christmas. But then I realized that crime never takes a vacation. Cops are always needed somewhere in the city.
"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, interlacing our fingers.
"Yeah, I just really want to get home." I said sadly.
"I know, but that officer said we could leave in a few minutes." Tommy was trying to reassure me, but it really wasn't working. I just did not like being in a police station. "Speaking of that officer, how did the statement go? He wasn't harsh or anything right?"
"Right," I said. "He was actually very nice."
"All right boys, that's all we need. Thank you for coming down here on Christmas." the officer who questioned me said.
"Thank you," I said, shaking his extended hand. Tommy shook it as well before we both walked out with our hands interlocked again.
On the drive home, Tommy was trying to start a conversation. However, having to remember that night of the accident was too much for my mind at the moment. When we pulled in front of my house I broke out of my mindless thinking.
"Hey, I forgot to ask you earlier; who's car is that?" Tommy asked me.
"Oh, that's mine." I said flatly.
"It's nice. What is it exactly?" Tommy asked with a whistle.
"A Nissan Sentra," I said. "Mom and dad traded my old one in and got this brand new one. My old one that was in the accident was pretty much brand new too." Tears flooded my eyes once again.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
"No, it's all right. I'm glad I got it back, well, got a new one I mean." I said, a single tear rolling down my left cheek. Tommy carefully wiped it away.
"We don't have to go inside yet. We could just sit out here and talk if you want too." he suggested.
"Yeah, I'd like that." I whispered, "Can we go in the back?"
"Of course," He unlocked the doors and we both got out then back in the back. I snuggled up close to him and let out a sigh of relief.
"I love laying in your arms Tommy."
"I love having you in my arms."
"Would it be all right if I spent the night?"
"Sure, you're gonna have to ask our moms though."
"I know, but I wanted to ask you first."
"Well," Tommy chuckled, "there isn't ever a moment I don't want you with me."
"Aww, I love you so much. You are like the greatest guy ever." And for once I actually meant it. Not that I haven't meant it before, but when I'd say it before I'd usually get guilty then have to say besides Hunter then Tommy would have to say I know. But not this time. Hunter wants me to be happy and I am happy saying that.
"You mean ever besides Hunter right?" he asked, not in the slightest bit jealous.
"No, ever."
"I love you, Zac, more than I can ever describe." Tommy said. I could detect a hint of emotion in his words.
An idea suddenly popped in my head. "Give me your keys,"
"Okay," he said with confusion clouding his face.
"I'm gonna go pack and I will be right back," I said excitedly as I kissed his cute little button nose. I hastily jumped out of the car and ran inside.
"Hi sweetie," mom said. All the women were in the kitchen packing food in containers while the men were in the living room...watching another damn sports game.
"Hey mom," I said happily. "Can I spend the night at Tommy's?" My attention was also turned to Stacy who had an obvious say-so in the matter.
"Fine by me," Stacy smiled.
"Go ahead," mom smiled as well.
"Thanks guys," I shouted happily. I ran upstairs to pack my overnight bag. Their was an agenda behind me enthusiasm. A present for Tommy clicked in my mind when we were parked behind my car. Once my bag was packed I made sure I had my license and my car key.
"Okay mom, I'm out of here." I said, walking in the kitchen with my duffle bag. "Oh, and Stacy, here you go." I tossed her Tommy's keys.
"What are these for?" she asked in confusion.
"I'm driving my car," I stated.
"Whoa, whoa, what?" mom stammered. Dad barely turned his attention towards us giving me the same look that mom was giving me.
"I'm ready to drive, and Tommy offered to help me yesterday. So it's kind of like a small present for him." I explained.
"Well, all right, but you be careful and call us when you get home, okay?" mom ordered.
"Will do," I walked out the front door into the cold night. Tommy was still in the backseat. When I opened the door he jumped slightly. "Ready?"
"Yeah, where're my keys?" he asked. I tossed him my key and then shut the door, walking to my car. "Hey, these aren't mine."
"I know," I smiled. "Would you turn the alarm off and pop the trunk?"
Tommy stared at me awkwardly before doing as I told him. He still looked mystified until I put my bag in the back and closed the trunk.
"You're driving?" he finally asked.
"Yeah, if you'll let me."
"Well, of course," excitedly he said, stepping closer to me and wrapping his arms around my neck. "You're ready for this?"
"Absolutely," I took the key from his hand and got in on the driver's side. Tommy followed, but in the passenger side. I buckled up and stuck the key in the ignition, turning it with a reward of the engine starting. The complexion of my face dropped a little and Tommy noticed.
"You're doing great," he said. That was something I loved about Tommy. He always has a way of making me feel good about myself.
The drive to his house was so invigorating. It brought back old feelings that I thought died completely. Every time I pressed down on the pedal and felt the rev of the engine, I shivered with excitement. When I pressed the brake and felt the light g-force, I smiled with clear exhilaration. When I pulled up to Tommy's house I was as happy as when Tommy and I first got together. But this felt like I got back together with my car.
"Babe you did really good," Tommy said.
"Thanks Tommy," I bashfully said. "You know, I couldn't have done it without you in the car."
"Well, you're the one who drove with great ease." he said.
"I guess," I popped the trunk and grabbed my bag. I walked next to Tommy who was waiting just in front of the front door. As I shut the door behind us, I felt Tommy's hands go up my back.
"I want you," he seductively whispered into my ear. I turned around and kissed him with force. He started to pull my shirt off, but I stopped him. There was no way I am having any kind of fun out here.
"Your room," I panted. Tommy grabbed my hand and yanked me down the hallway to his awaiting room.
"Take your pants off," he ordered. I slid mine off as he did his. We both flung our shirts across his room before jumping on the bed. Tommy started to suck me off with passion. He used his tongue more this time which through me into complete ecstasy.
"Oh God, Tommy," I whimpered. He sped up a little bit as continuous moans flowed from my mouth. M breathing quickened and I began to feel a little hot which meant only one thing: climax time. "Babe I'm cumming," I moaned loudly, almost in a scream. I erupted in Tommy's mouth with a swift thrust.
Tommy stood up and started getting dressed. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't you want to get sucked now?"
"Nah, I can wait for tomorrow." he said.
But I wasn't going to take "nah" for an answer. I pulled his pants back down and began working his member.
"Oh, all right," he moaned. Within a few minutes, I heard that all too familiar moan that signaled Tommy's climax. "Ugh," he let out.
I let out a small laugh when I was done. "Wait for tomorrow, huh?"
"Okay, okay, you just get me so horny sometimes." he giggled. Just then the doorbell rang. Tommy and I quickly got dressed, but he made it out first. When I walked down the hall I barely turned the corner and saw Tommy with someone else. This someone else suddenly sprang in his arms and gave him a huge hug.
"Gosh Erik it has been forever," Tommy said.
Ah, so this is Erik.
"I know, I know," Erik returned.
Now, the hug surprised me a little bit, but what was coming up threw me way over the edge. Erik pulled out of the hug and slowly leaned in to Tommy's face. Tommy turned his head and shook it side to side. I turned back in the hallway and leaned against the wall.
What the hell was that? That was definitely not a friendly kiss. That was an "I want you" kiss. I regained my composure and pushed all the negative thoughts out of my mind. I walked out to find Tommy leading Erik in.
"Babe, this is Erik Johnson." Tommy said.
Erik extended his hand and said, "It's nice to meet you Zac."
I shook his hand and completely lied. "Likewise."
We sat on the couch and Tommy and Erik started talking away. Occasionally, Tommy would include me, but I didn't mind. He was visiting with an old friend. I get it. But what I don't get is what was up with that would-be kiss. There was something about Erik that just made my skin crawl. I don't trust him whatsoever.
"Wow, it's getting late." Erik yawned. "I should get back to the hotel before my mom and dad start bombarding me with calls."
Tommy laughed, "Yeah, I know how they can be."
"It was nice seeing you again Tommy." Erik said. I abruptly caught something that I suspected earlier. Erik is in love with Tommy.
"Are you going to come by tomorrow?" Tommy asked with hopefulness clearly in his voice.
"I'd visit you everyday if I had the chance, but definitely tomorrow." The room grew strangely quiet. I looked at Tommy, who was facing away from me towards Erik, and he looked...preoccupied. Erik was staring at Tommy with glee in his eyes.
"It was nice meeting you Erik." I lied, but I had to stop this love fest that was kind of happening.
"Oh wait, I have something for you." Tommy said before he rocketed off the couch and down the hall.
"So it must be nice to see your old home town, huh?" I asked him, trying to be civil even though I was more than happy that he was leaving.
"Cut the crap, Zac." Erik muttered bitterly. "Just back off of him now."
"What?" I asked defensively. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"
"I'm serious. Either you back off of him now or I break you guys up in the worst possible way."
"I'm not breaking up with him,"
"Yes you are," he hissed. "Because if you don't then I will make sure Tommy finds out that you aren't the person he thought you were. Besides, I can see us back together soon. Tommy can't resist me and in a matter of a couple days or less he'll want to be back together."
"And just how are you going to do that?"
"Well, you will just have to wait and find out. But I wouldn't take too long otherwise you could end up murdering him."
I sat stunned at was he was telling me. I knew he couldn't be trusted. "Murder him?"
"Yeah, just like you murdered your ex-boyfriend."
"I got it!" Tommy shouted, running back down the hallway. "Here, I remember the time I broke your old one so I hunted down a new one for you."
Tommy handed him a small box. Erik opened it and smiled at him. "Thanks man, this means a lot." I couldn't see what was in the box, but at that moment I did not care. Erik had definitely just declared war. The fact that he suggests I murdered Hunter tore me apart. Come to think of it, it still is tearing me apart. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow Tommy."
"Bye Erik," he said. Tommy turned to me and sat on the couch. "Isn't he like the coolest ever? He has definitely changed some sine the last time I saw him."
"Okay," I flatly said.
"Babe are you all right? You're so pale."
I couldn't tell Tommy what Erik had said to me. He was so happy that he got to see his friend. How could I destroy his heart? But Tommy will find out. I guarantee it.
"Yeah, I'm just cold is all." I stood up, heading for the bathroom. My stomach felt like it was about to lose all of its food it has ever taken in. And sure enough, right when I lifted the toilet lid up, my stomach unleashed hell.
Tommy came in and rubbed my back. His effort to soothe me was definitely working, but Erik was still in my mind. All those horrible things he said; especially about Hunter.
"Maybe it was something you ate, huh?" Tommy asked.
I sat against the wall, wiping drool from my lips. "Maybe,"
Tommy helped me up and walked me to his bed. It felt good to lie down especially with my boyfriend next to me.
"You've never lied to me, right? I mean about anything?" I asked him. I felt myself begin to drift off to dreamland, but I forced myself to stay awake until I heard his answer.
"Of course not," Tommy said softly.
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