Pure Vengeance

Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Noah

It’s early, but I’m thankful one bar on campus is open. The guilt is eating me alive. I can’t believe Adrian took the fall for me. When Richard showed me the video, I knew what Adrian’s next stop would be, and like the coward I am, I hightailed it out of there.

I don’t even count how many beers I’ve had, I just keep them coming. The bartender doesn’t seem too bothered by me. Probably because I’m just sitting by myself.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. If it’s my father, I don’t want to know what he’s saying, and if it’s Adrian, I don’t want him to know where I am.

“You know you’ve got track my phone on, right?” he says from behind me.

I grimace and sip my beer. “Fuck.”

Adrian sits beside me and orders a beer. “Well, I’ve been suspended pending investigation, I’m banned from playing football, and my frat house kicked me out. How is your morning going?” He looks at me with a smile.

“This isn’t funny,” I mutter. “This is serious. You shouldn’t have done that. I thought you had a grand smart plan, not a stupid idea.”

I get up and sway my way toward the bathroom to take a leak. The door slams behind me, and I go to the urinal. I hear the door open and I mutter, “Can’t even take a leak in peace.”

“It’s not anything I haven’t seen,” he says, leaning against the door once it’s closed. “Noah, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. Just recant your statement.”

“I will not do that.”

“I don’t need this hanging over my head,” I retort. I wash my hands and look in the mirror, then I look at him through the mirror.

He’s leaning against the door so calmly, and it’s frustrating. “How can you be so cool with this?”

“I’m the star quarterback, they’re not going to do anything to me. They’ll give me a slap on the wrist and I’ll sit out a few games,” he says.

“And when the girls won’t corroborate your story?” I ask.

“That’s why you’re going to pay them to. Abigail is out, but if we get the others to say that I paid them to tell people I had sex with them, then we might just come out of this okay.”

“You’re asking a lot. They’re pissed with me because of this news story,” I say, “They don’t want this to get around, to be about them.”

“Then I’ll think of something else,” he says. “But I’m confident nothing is going to...”

My phone rings, and I recognize my father’s ring tone. I take it out my pocket and answer. “Hello.”

“Where is your brother?”

“He’s my stepbrother,” I point out, "and he’s here with me."

“Give him the phone.” My father sounds spitting mad.

I put it on speaker phone, and Adrian looks at it. “Hello?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming out in public like that? Dean Rochester tells me you’re suspended pending an investigation. Do you understand how this makes me look, boy?”

“I’m sorry, but I had to be honest,” Adrian says. “I couldn’t let Noah get into trouble for what I did.”

“You and I both know Noah did it,” he growls.

“It was me. It was all me.” Adrian doubles down.

“When you get home, you’re going to get your ass whipped, Adrian Carter, so help me God.”

He hangs up, and I look at Adrian.

“Well, this just keeps getting better and better,” I say. “Drink?”

“I already ordered a round for us. Two shots of tequila and two beers.”

“Adrian...” I stop him from exiting the bathroom. “What you did... it was brave. I admire you for that.”

“Yeah, well. Someone had to protect you,” he says quietly. “When we’re out, when people can know about us, then I’ll be happy.”

“There is no us,” I say.

“Not even after what I’m willing to sacrifice for you?” Adrian asks. He walks up to me and puts his hands on my chest. He leans in, his hot breath on my lips. “Not even after everything you’ve taken from me? My virginity?”

He presses his lips against mine, and I won’t lie, I’m caught off guard. I’m the forward one. I’m the one who tortures him. This isn’t torture, this is nice. He slides his tongue into my mouth smoothly, and I kiss him back deeply. He cups my face in his hands, and I pull his body against mine. I walk him back so he’s pressed against the door, keeping it shut. He turns us around so my back is against the door. He kisses along my jaw, his hands undoing my belt. I watch him, filled with lust.

He frees my semi-hard cock from its prison, and then he sinks to his knees, and before I can stop him, he’s sucking me off. His one hand cups my balls and massages them while his mouth makes quick work of my dick. His tongue rolls around the head like it’s a lollipop he desperately wants. He uses his other hand to stroke the base of my cock.

I can’t resist it. It’s too sexy. I grab a fistful of his hair and move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his hot, pert mouth.

“Fuck,” I mumble. “How have you not done this before?”

I can feel his smile as he deep throats me. My legs nearly buckle as my balls constrict and I shoot my load down his throat.

He pulls off of me and looks up, swallowing.

I look down at him, then I pull my pants up. “We can’t be gone too long. People will think...”

“What? That two brothers are fucking?” he says as he gets back to his feet. “I think that’s the last thing on their mind.”

He leads me out of the bathroom and back to the bar where our drinks are waiting. We take the shots of tequila, and I sit down to sip my beer. He sits beside me, and we both lean on the bar, our legs touching.

Fuck, I always found him attractive, but that was unbelievable. It was risky, though, doing it in public like that. Anyone could have walked in and caught us. We can’t be so reckless. “So where are you staying if your fraternity kicked you out?” I ask him.

“My stuff’s in your room. Richard said it was fine if I crashed there for a few days.”

“We’ll have to get you a bed in there,” I say quietly. “Otherwise people will think...”

“People will talk... people will think... people, people, people...” he mutters. “Is that all you care about? What you look like in public? It’s not a big deal. So we’re gay. It’s not the nineteen thirties where people get hanged or beaten to death for falling in love with a guy.”

“We’re not in love,” I say, glancing at the bartender. “And keep your voice down. You might be proud and ready to come out, but I prefer people don’t know my business. Especially when I’ve worked so hard to keep it a secret for so long.”

He nods, looking deep in thought.

We fall silent and we sit there, sipping our beers. When we’re done, Adrian pays the bartender for all my drinks and our round together before he says, “Let’s get back. You need to sober up before class.”

“What about you?” I ask.

“I’m suspended, remember? I don’t go to class.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, a twang of guilt. “Adrian, you sure you want it to go down like this?”

“I know how it’s going to go down.” He looks confident and cocky, and I don’t like it. I don’t trust whatever he’s thinking, but I say nothing because the bartender is close by.