The Greatest Force Ch. 07

Alec's body dropped straight to the floor when I dove into the guy. He grunted as I tackled him to the ground and shoved his face into the dirt, straddling my body across his waist, holding him down by the neck, getting his face nice and squared for the punch I was about to kiss his face with.

Right before I swung, my vision cleared, and I got a good look at who I was about to send to the hospital.

Parker.

He tried to pry my hand off of his neck and choked for air. I held my hand in the air, still ready to hit him, but slowly releasing my grip and frowning in horror. I stumbled off of him and backed away so he could get up. As soon as he stood on his feet, I decked him square in the face, with more anger than the last time, but making sure not to do permanent damage. He yelped and held his jaw. He began to turn back and look at me, but I slapped him with the back of my hand. He didn't say anything. I forcefully shoved him into the cement wall that lined the backyard. His back hit the barrier with a loud, even thud.

Parker's hood fell off the back of his head and he drunkenly smiled at me, showing a half mouth of bloody teeth.

"What do you think you're doing?" I suppressed my tone to a low voice even though I wanted to scream.

Parker laughed lightly and continued to smile. His body waved lightly when he separated himself from the wall. Suddenly, his face fell.

"What do you see in him that you don't see in me?" he choked.

I gritted my teeth and balled my fists, hardly able to control my infuriation. I dug my feet into the ground and I strode to Alec's drugged heap of body lying on the floor. With one motion, I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the corner of the bustling family room, letting him sit apart from everyone else.

"I'll be right back, baby," I touched his face before jogging to the middle of the room and leaping onto the table a group had moved into the middle of the house. I cupped my hands around my mouth for amplification and spoke in the deepest, roughest, most powerful voice I could manage.

"THIS PARTY IS ABOUT TO GET RAAAAAAIDED!!"

Hundreds of screams flew into the air, and hundreds of bodies trampled over one another in desperation to get to the door. They dropped their drinks and tossed their joints, some screaming hysterically and others not saying a word and just focusing on getting out without being caught. They swarmed out of Alec's house in all directions: through the back, through the front, leaving the way they came through the windows, through the garage, and through the upstairs windows, climbing down multiple slanted rooftops.

In about 60 seconds, every person had fled the scene and left a mess. My eyes blurred as I dropped my hands and tiredly watched the swimming faces exit the house. Silence blanketed over me in an eerie wave.

I hopped off of the table, looking at Alec, a heap of disoriented flesh. I pulled him up by the underarms and held him against me, pushing aside his hair that had fallen down his forehead in disarray. It was clear to me that Alec had been drugged. The first thing that validated my assumption was that Alec himself had told me he never voluntarily put himself under the influence of anything, besides needing necessary strong dose of the medication he was taking. Secondly, the way Alec was falling over was not due to excessive consumption of alcohol -- it was something else. Something foreign. He did not smell of alcohol, and when tilted his head to look at me and kissed him, he did not taste of alcohol.

His eyes strained to stay open. His legs crumbled beneath him.

Alec passed out in my arms.

"God," I gasped under my breath, slowly bringing him to the floor. I grabbed a cushion from under the overturned sofa and wedged it under his marble smooth face.

The quickness in my step never felt as frantic as it did as I threw myself out of the back door and balled my fists, hunting for Parker.

He was on his knees, doubled over, arms wrapped around his chest in the middle of the grass.

"Who gave you that shit?" I clenched my jaw as I made my way towards him. My heated hand grabbed Parker by the hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at me. "I ASKED WHO GAVE YOU THAT SHIT, PARKER."

He laughed through his inotxication. "Gave me what shit?"

I yanked my hand away, letting Parker's head bounce back.

"You roofied Alec. Someone got you Flunitrazepam. Rohypnol. They gave you roofies for you to slip into Alec's drink. I'm asking you," I bent my knees and twisted my head, looking Parker right in the eye, "who the fuck," I grabbed him by the chin, "gave you that shit?"

"You gonna beat the guy who helped me, is that it?" He smiled. "Why don't you just beat me? I'm the one who drugged him, right? I'm the one who touched your precious baby, so why don't you beat me?" His upper lip was turning purple and a river of blood trickled down the side of his mouth.

I hated him. I hated that he knew I couldn't drain all of my anger into him. I hated that he knew I knew he loved me. I hated that he tried to be with me, and I hated the way he went about it. I hated that at a time in my life, I truly did admire Parker in a way separate from just being inseparable friends, and that he changed into someone I didn't know anymore. I hated that he knew everything I felt, everything I'd do, and everything I wouldn't do.

I screamed in his face out of rage. I screamed so loud that Parker shielded his face. I grabbed his arm and dragged him across the backyard, busted the wooden door open, and flung him onto sidewalk.

I went back into the house and locked all of the doors, pressing my hands against my aching forehead. Alec was still passed out where I'd left him, and I chose the hours before his wake to clean every inch of the house from the disaster I had allowed.

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5 hours and a backache later, I laid Alec down on a newly made bed. Crisp, fresh sheets that smelled of lilac permeated the air. It was nearly 7 A.M., and the sun was lost in the haze of the fog that hung outside. I yawned like a lion and reached my hands over my head, stretching my body to the ceiling. As soon as I slipped onto the bed beside Alec and wrapped my arm around his, he bolted upright and thrashed around.

"Hey!" I sat up and wrestled to control Alec. He screamed and flailed, kicking his legs in front of him.

"GET OFF ME!" His eyes were shut tight and his voice was delirious.

"ALEC, IT'S ME!" I pinned his hands together and threw my legs over his. His eyes snapped open and he stopped resisting.

"Jett." His smooth voice was pierced with relief.

"Yeah." I breathed. "It's me." I let go of him and shuffled myself to the other side of the bed, not looking away from him.

"Someone -- I -- someone slipped me something," he held the sides of his head. "It was in my -- I -- was looking for you," he winced in pain. "I don't remember what happened-"

"Don't worry. I found you before you passed out."

"Do you know who did it?"

I shook my head and didn't look at him. We sat in silence.

"I'm sorry." I spoke finally. The two words meant more than what Alec understood. It was more than me saying sorry for putting him in the position that being drugged would be an option -- and even worse, a date rape drug. It was more than me saying sorry for the trouble. I apologized for things he wasn't even aware of. But he didn't know that.

He didn't say anything.

"I want to love you." My voice stung. I didn't know why I said it, really. I just acted on impulse.

Alec's eyes jaggedly rose to my hands that were treading on the cloudlike sheets.

I crawled to him and used my index finger to face him towards me.

Alec gasped at the first kiss.

One of the things I remembered most often when thinking about Alec was his tendency shiver whenever I touched him. That drove me crazy. I could give him a simple kiss on the lips in any situation and he would flutter into a million pieces.

I made sure to be gentle on his bruised and scarred face, aware that it was still healing from not too long ago. My index finger maneuvered with delicacy to tilt Alec's chin up lightly to angle into my kisses. His hands gripped my chest. I pulled him in as close to me as possible and wrapped one arm around his neck while the other curled around his waist, kissing him with the utmost passion and desire and desperation for love.

"Jett, I'm tired-"

I kept kissing him anyway. I didn't care if he was tired. All I could think of was not wanting to be like Cara.

"Stop." He whispered with the breath he had. "Stop."

I pushed him against the headboard and felt under his shirt, gripping the thin flesh above the gapped bones of his ribs. Though he felt delicate, Alec had gained weight since the first time I went to his house. He got back some of the muscle that was receding. His skin would glow instead of appear dull. His eyes were brighter, which I never thought could be possible. He was eating better. He was sleeping better. He was happier.

I groaned at the feel of Alec growing against my fingers.

"Please." Alec nearly whimpered. His face pulled upwards as to beg. "Don't."

I grabbed the mass in my upside down hand and held him in my palm, squeezing lightly and rubbing him. Another groan slipped from my mouth.

"I hate when you do that." He sighed, trying to suppress any sounds that might slip.

"When I do what?" I moaned huskily, partially because I knew he was referring to my moaning.

Alec shuddered. "That."

I smiled as I bit his lip and eased my hand down his pants. "Do you hate when I do this, too?" I made skin-to-skin contact underneath. Alec's head dropped backwards.

"Yes."

Steady fingers interlaced around Alec's half-erect penis and pulled it out, letting it settle into its natural upward position.

"What about this?" I pursed my lips and slowly let a healthy string of saliva fall from my lips and onto my fingertips. Alec watched me intently while leaning against the headboard. I met my hand to his warm cock and rubbed my saliva around the head.

Alec's stomach jerked and a sliver of precum escaped the tip. His sensitivity to touch turned me on.

"Mhmm." He managed.

I worked him until he became as stiff as possible and becoming a dark pink nearly throughout. The best part about touching Alec sexually was that it was obvious that he'd never been held by anyone before me, and it was more obvious that the kid never masturbated. Ever. Piling on things like how sensitive he was to pleasure, how passionately he felt emotion, how submissive he was when being touched, all added to endless possibilities for the person on the other side. And that person was me.

I grabbed him by the feet and dragged him from a sitting position to a laying position. His shirt was the first to go. His elbows were bent above his head, one hand touching the headboard. I got on all fours and rubbed my hardened tongue against his nipples. I took gentle care of the fading bruise above his heart, kissing it softer than the rest of him, but still causing his chest to contract and expand and his breath to falter as I did. I kissed him on the stomach, on the neck, on the cheek, all the while stroking his lengthy penis. I kissed his lips with a smile, and smiled harder when I received a hungry kiss immediately in return.

I'd never given Alec head before. He was always the one to suck me off and be fucked, because in all honesty, that's just how the roles fell into place. In the past, I had been an Alec. As a matter of fact, every time I had sex, I had been an Alec. Not because I wanted to be, but because there was an animal sense of who was naturally dominant and who was not.

But now, I wanted to show Alec what I did best in bed. What he had never felt before. What I had years of experience of -- maybe not by will, but still experienced with nevertheless.

I pulled Alec's jeans from his legs, threw them off the bed, and wrapped my gentle lips around his penis that was poking out from the top of his boxer briefs, careful not to use my teeth.

Alec was taken by surprise, I knew right away. He was suddenly paying more attention and I could sense his curiosity. He was particularly sensitive along his inner thighs and I used this to my advantage. I skimmed my hands along his tense legs and lightly ran my fingers between his thighs the moment my mouth pulled down his briefs and took his whole penis in my mouth. Needless to say, Alec erupted in pleasurable noises and grabbed the back of my head, urging me to go on. His penis had a noticeably strong pulse, and it became warmer and warmer the longer I sucked him. I swiveled my head down his shaft and back up again, sending Alec into a merciless, twitching fit. I began to focus my mouth on the head and jack him off beneath, but after several pumps and a couple of kisses to his tip, Alec could no longer resist, and shot semen all through my mouth.

Alec didn't say a word, but he lightly choked on his breath and hid his face behind his bent elbow. He tasted a little bitterer than the guys I'd pleasured before, but I knew it was because of the heavy amounts of medication he had to take. Still, the aftertaste was sweet, and his reaction was all I wanted to witness. If I were to admit, I couldn't help but be slightly disappointed that Alec never lasted very long, but that made me feel like I was good in bed.

I used my forefinger to wipe my lip and the tiny fleck of semen that had landed on my shoulder. I leaned over Alec and held my index finger in front of his lips, which he took into his mouth and licked the semen off of with his baby soft tongue. My half smile glinted in his eyes.

"Who taught you that?" Alec asked.

I ignored him and kissed him around his collarbones, giving him goose bumps.

"You never tell me anything about you..."

My teeth skimmed over the edges of his shoulders.

He put my head in his hands and made me look at him. We were still a little out of breath.

"I hate having to put together the pieces of what I hear people say about you and what I figured out myself,"

"What do they say about me?"

"You're cruel. Unforgiving. Heartless."

"They're right."

"You're wrong."

I rolled my eyes and pushed my head away from his hands.

"What do you know about me?"

"I know that you're not any of those things. You're just broken."

I stared at Alec with a straight face for several seconds.

"I know a lot has happened to you in your life, and that it's still happening now. I can see it in your face when something's hurting you. You're misunderstood. You misguide your emotions. It kills me that you don't tell me what's happening. We've been seeing each other for months and you never tell me anything."

I continued to stare at Alec, but my face slumped slightly as a tinge of sadness crept over me.

"I don't tell you anything because I don't want you to know."

Alec's voice was a sheet of velvet.

"Why not?"

"You won't look at me the same."

"You don't want me to see who you really are, then?"

"THIS is me. I'm not my past."

"But your past made you who you are now, didn't it?"

"If my past made me who I am now, then the people you listen on are right. I am cruel and unforgiving and heartless."

"I've told you more about me than anyone in the world knows, and you can't share anything, ANYTHING about yourself to me?" Alec's voice rose.

I laid sideways right against his left arm, nuzzling my face into his cheek and gripping his right hip bone.

"Just let me be." I exhaled and moved my face in nudging motions against his. A surge of weariness rushed over me, and my body felt weak and exhausted. My head fell into the crook of his neck and I closed my eyes.

"Please talk to me."

"I don't want to talk." I murmured.

Alec took my arm off of his hip and pushed me off of my side and onto my back. He straddled his leg over my midsection and put his hands in the space between my head and my shoulders, propping himself up.

"If you'll answer me one question, I promise I won't ask anything of you ever again," he proposed. His eyes glimmered eagerly.

I shook my head silently. "I know what you're going to ask."

Alec didn't say anything. He waited.

"You're going to ask me what happened yesterday. Before I came to your house."

Alec's face tore into shards of dismay. He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his body. Alec sighed in defeat.

Silence.

I massaged his back, hoping it would divert his attention and maybe help him relax.

A couple of minutes passed.

"What's your favorite song?" He spoke lightly.

I smiled to myself. "'Sleeping At the Wheel' by Matchbox Twenty."

I could feel Alec wanting to laugh. "You don't have to tell me anything, but telling me that 'Sleeping At The Wheel' is your favorite song gives away so much about you."

I smiled into his hair.

Tangerines.

"What's your favorite song?"

He propped himself on his elbows above me and looked me dead in the eye, and in the most serious voice, without any smiles or falters: "'Ass Like That' by Eminem."

I laughed for a millisecond then stopped myself, looked into his eyes, not sure if he was joking or not, then immediately burst into hysterical laughter when I saw him crack a smile.

I couldn't remember ever laughing that hard in my life. I laughed so hard that I cried. Tears streamed down my face in record breaking amounts. At one point, my laugh had become inaudible, and my wrist was draped over my mouth and all I was, was a shaking body with a ripping grin. I tried my best to stop laughing because my stomach started to ache and I couldn't catch my breath. But I kept reimagining how Alec said it so cleanly and I couldn't stop myself.

Alec was laughing at me laughing, partly because laughter in general is contagious, and I probably looked ridiculous anyway. Every time he tried to say something, he cut himself off with his own laughter.

"Now you know what to play at my funeral." He said seriously. I lost it all over again and scrunched my face as far as it could go, bawling at his remark, bending into sit-up position.

We both fell asleep to the sound of each other's laughter, cracking jokes for nearly another hour.

The last thing I saw before dozing off was Alec's head resting against my stomach, facing me, eyes closed, hands gracefully draped over his heart, with the same smile on his face as the black and white photo sitting under my lamp at home.

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