Detention [Boyxboy]

Chapter 14

CHRIS

The phone kept ringing and ringing, but he wouldn’t fuckin’ answer it. “What the fuck are you doin’?” I screamed into the phone. The only answer I got back was the ring tone that went on forever and forever. After about five more rings, I slammed the receiver down on the hook, mad as fuck. 

“He wasn’t there?” Aaron asked as he sat on an apple-colored couch with a half-grin on his pretty face. For a second I’d forgotten that dude was in the room - I’d forgotten that I was in his small, cluttered apartment. I was so focused on tryin’ to talk to Brandon - but of course that shit ended up bein’ a fuckin’ waste of time. 

“Didn’t answer the phone,” I answered angrily. 

“He might’ve been busy,” Aaron suggested. He smiled again; his teeth were too white and perfect, almost like they were fake. His whole face, although it was good-looking, had that same kinda artificialness to it. 

“Probably so,” I said. B better not have been busy doin’ what I was thinkin’ he might’ve been busy doin’ especially with that dumb ass, Luke Blockhead. What the fuck could he be doin’ that was so important that he couldn’t come to his phone and talk to me. Or maybe B knew it was me on the other line and just didn’t want to talk to me. But that couldn’t have been the reason, 'cause he wouldn’t have called me earlier if he didn’t want to talk to me. 

I picked up the phone and dialed Brandon’s number again. I was as fuckin’ patiently as I could for B to pick up the phone. Ten fuckin’ rings went by before his fuckin’ voicemail picked up. “B, it’s me. If you’re there, pick up the phone. I need to talk to you....fuck it. Just call me back later.” I hung the phone up for the second time. 

“Still wasn’t there?” Aaron questioned. He had this look in his attractive brown eyes, like he was happy that I was upset that I wasn’t able to talk to B. He stretched out on the couch, with his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch and his arms tucked behind his head. Looked like he was posing for a fuckin’ photo or something. 

“Guess not...well, thanks for lettin’ me use your phone.” I started to make my way to the door.

“Where are you goin’?” Aaron asked in that deep southern accent of his. 

I stopped and turned around to look at him. Aaron stared at me with those hypnotic dark eyes of his. The bottom of his shirt was lifted up a little, so I could see his nice, flat stomach, his small navel, and the little thin trail of hair that disappeared down into his tight-ass blue jeans. He was definitely tryin’ to pull me in, but I really wasn’t tryin’ to let that happen . I was too busy thinkin’ about talkin’ to B to even be worried about this dude. “To my truck,” I said.

“Where you gonna go?” Aaron asked.

“I don’t know. Somewhere I could sleep for the night.”

Aaron laughed. He stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to raise up a little bit more. He wore low-rise jeans, and bein’ able to see the naked, tight curve of his ass, it was a bit more than obvious that the dude didn’t have any underwear on, and that he really wanted me to know that he didn’t have underwear on. “Why’d you think I asked you to come over here?” Aaron questioned. “Wasn’t just so you can use the phone.”

“I’m cool,” I said, “I’m just goin’ to go find somewhere to stay tonight so I can head back tomorrow.”

“You’re not gonna find anything around here,” Aaron said with that perfect smile on his face, “and if you do, you’ll end up payin’ more than you need to when you can just stay here free.”