16: donor, gallows, crack

by Chris J

It had seemed like such an innocent thing, hanging out at the party, smoking a little pot with a good friend, then heading back to the hotel to screw around. Not just innocent, but typical. Commonplace. The kind of thing all of us did every chance we got. How was I to now the joint I got handed was laced with crack, or that I would end up in a fender-bender in the parking lot?

Or especially that twenty minutes later I would be convulsing on the bedroom floor, sending my friend shooting frantically out of the room in search of help. JC was not pleased to find Nick banging on his door at three in the morning, let me tell you, to say nothing of finding me sitting up weakly against the bed and looking more hellish than I ever had before.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Justin," he said, eyes flashing as he looked down at me. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?"

Nick ran his hand through his hair and looked between JC and me nervously. "I'm sorry, Justin," he said. "You were...you were twitching on the floor and I just freaked. I thought you were gonna die. And I did that shit, too, so what if that happens to me? Or what if I'm hallucinating this whole thing, and I am the one twitching on the floor...?" Nick's eyes got wider with each question.

"Fuck, why me?" asked JC, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Okay, stay where you are Justin. I'll stay with you. Nick, I need you to go find Chris. Tell him we need the hotel doctor to come up here to look at Justin. Can you do that?"

Nick bit his lip and nodded, then scurried out the door. I looked at JC's furious face and felt my tears welling up involuntarily. Fuck, I hated crying, but there was no stopping it.

"Fuck, I can't believe you two, coming back here higher than fucking kites...Jesus, Justin, you could have really hurt yourself."

"I'm okay," I whispered. "The car only got dented a little bit."

"The car?" repeated JC, and I wondered what I said wrong. "The car? You mean you drove here?" I nodded nervously. "I'm....I'm fucking speechless, Justin. I can't believe you!" One minute he was looming over me, and the next he was grabbing me roughly and yanking my wallet out of my back pocket.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

He rifled through the wallet, then yanked out the contents and threw them at me. "Making sure you filled out your organ donor card," he snapped. "Because the next time you drive this fucked up, if the crash doesn't kill you, I sure as hell will. You could have died, Justin. Do you get that? You could have fucking died!"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, cowering against the bed. "I'm sorry, Josh."

He sighed. "This isn't even getting through to you, is it," he said finally. "We're gonna talk in the morning, Justin. Mark my words, we are going to talk. This isn't going to happen again. Not ever."

He might have said something else, but Nick came back with Chris and the doctor and we didn't have the chance. Chris hung back, looking vaguely worried, and JC made the doctor sign some kind of confidentiality agreement before he examined me. Nick hovered it my side, crossing his arms over his chest nervously and rocking back and forth.

I was fine, but they didn't want to leave me alone in case something happened, so JC bunked down on the couch for the night with my pillow and one of the extra blankets from the closet. He looked extremely pissed, but not nearly how bad he'd been before.

Chris returned to his own room, and the doctor headed back to wherever hotel doctors hang out when they aren't treating pop stars who've OD'd.

Once we were alone again, or as much as we could be with JC in the room, I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed. Nick stripped even those off before he crawled in next to me and began kissing my neck. My head didn't feel so good--maybe because of the convulsions?--but they seemed a distant memory now as Nick started doing good things to my body.

I far-off part of me told me that this was probably a bad, bad idea but once he started i couldn't stop him, and five minutes later the covers were in a tangle around our feet and Nick's cock was deep inside me as he thrust and thrust and thrust until we both came to a shouting, scratching, biting orgasm.

"Now will you both shut the fuck up and sleep?" I heard Josh growl as I dizzily passed out in Nick's embrace.

I woke to a world I didn't quite remember. I was alone in the bed, but I knew I hadn't started out that way. And the couch was empty, but I knew that it hadn't been last night either. The sound of the shower running and the sight of the rumpled blanket on the floor beside the couch lent sound evidence to my hazy memories of the previous night.

The sour smell of vomit reached my nose and I realized that at some point I'd been sick on the floor--probably around the time my body had taken on a life of its own. Fuck, that had scared the shit out of me. It scared me even more now that I could actually comprehend what had happened. Then the memory that I had to face Josh this morning slammed into me and I groaned.

The shower stopped and Nick stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, still dripping on the carpet. "Hey, Justin," he said softly, sitting down next to me. "Why the long face? You look like someone's sending you to the gallows or something."

"Worse," I said. "JC. Jesus, we fucked up last night, Nick."

"I know," he admitted. "Fuck...you could have died. We both could have died. I'm...trying not to think about that."

"I can't think about anything else," I told him. "It was just supposed to be a good time. And look where we ended up? Crashing the car, thrashing on the floor...fuck, we had sex in front of JC!"

"Yeah, I remember," he said, flushing a little. "There's an image he won't forget for a while. I bet he didn't even know we were screwing around."

I shrugged. "If he did, it wasn't because I told him. I'd better go talk to him. Get this over with."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe it won't be so bad."

"Are you kidding?" I said, rolling my eyes as I stood up on wobbly legs and searched for some clothes to put on. "I'm about to get the lecture of a lifetime."

"Next time we'll be more careful," he assured me. "I'll bring my own stuff, it'll be clean. We'll have a good time." A smile spread across my face and I nodded. "So we're on for next Friday?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I told him. "Wait here; I'll be back as soon as I can." Once I was done with Josh, maybe we could have a good time sooner than next week...

next | back | write