A good lesson


When Austin called me in the middle of the week and didn’t desire to chat on the phone, I knew it was bad. Tris made a point of not drinking during the week, even if that guy had a late shift the following day. this chab only ever wanted to go to the pub on weekends. And that guy didn’t wish to talk on the phone, and that alone should have sent sufficiently alarm bells ringing to wake a coma patient.

“Well I guess u could go curl up into a ball and cry,” I sat back in my chair and sipped my beer during the time that Tris started sort of breaking down opposite me at the little corner table, “Fuck Tris! How did u not know?”

Austin wiped his hand across his face and snivelled.

“I sort of did know. He’s wasn’t really discrete.”

I knocked back a fairly big portion of my beer, thinking that it was supposed to be the one who got dumped who was supposed to do the drinking. The bastard had cheated on Tris beautiful much from day one, lied and treated the poor boy like shit.

If he’d been my boyfriend…

It was a thought started a million times. I’d met Tris about a week in advance of that guy and The 10-pounder had started dating, and there had been chemistry and sparks and all the loin burning belly fluttering admirable stuff in these first hardly any days. If I’d been any less of a wonderful guy, I’d have gotten in first, asked him out previous to The 10-pounder had swooped in, stole Tris’s heart and then trod all over it. If Austin had been my boyfriend for the last eleven months, then he wouldn’t be crying over anything at all.

“Not discrete? Tris, he’s been fucking around with…” I didn’t want to crush him anymore, “He’s been cheating on his affairs for fuck sake.”

Austin looked like this chab was about to cry again, his ravishing hazel eyes red rimmed and his face blotchy.

“What happened?”

Austin sighed and drank the rest of the bigger half on his pint. The empty glass made a surprisingly loud noise when it hit the wood.

“I caught him in bed in the middle of the day with some little towheaded twink. this guy didn’t even stop, just looked at me in the mirror and grinned like that guy wasn’t fucking some other chap on our bed.”

“Tris…” I didn’t know what to say, of all the horrible things to walk in on. Even if it meant that guy and The rod were over, I would not ever have wanted him to see that. His shoulder shook, and I just reached across the worn surface and grabbed his hand in my own, “Please don’t cry over him anymore, he’s done wrong by you for so long now. Don’t receive angry and jealous, it’s not worth it.”

Austin clutched my hand tightly, a strength in his skinny frame it was elementary to forget about.

“And what would you suggest I do then Aeri?” Tris is the only person who had ever shortened my otherwise boring name.

“Payback’s a blast?” It was the wrong time by any rule book for what I wanted. Austin’s heart had gotten pounded if not smashed, and by anyone’s standards that guy would need a priceless clean rebound in advance of that guy would be ready to be with anyone else. But I’d waited lengthy enough to have him. We’d been friends for nearly a year, and there was no thing about the chap I didn’t love. We spent all our time together, hung out, made dinners, watched movies, went clubbing. The knob had either never had time or at no time been free, and art college plus gallery shifts had left me an facile schedule to worth with. I loved the rare days that Tris and I got to work together when that guy was moonlighting from his fashionista job.

“Kirk?”

“Revenge is a dish superlatively good served straight up.” And boiling hot, “He cheated you, receive even.”

“With you?”

“With me.” I sort of hoped that my smile told it all, “If I know that jackass at all I know this guy can’t stand me…” And I’d been thinking about Austin’s touch, his lips, the way this guy might kiss for months on end.

“Kirk… he’d be so fucking angry.” Austin was looking at me with these large fireworks-in-November eyes.

“He’s plan to go avid thinking about how much he’s lost. that guy always took u for granted. I won’t.”

“Cummings…” Austin looked unsure but full of desire, like lightning that might or might not be vengeful

I stood, stepped around the table and pulled Tris up against my chest. that guy let out a little ‘oof’ of surprise, but his eyes dilated like mad when we were touching from sternum to knee.

“Come on,” I smiled and my teeth caught on my lower lip, “Let’s really void urine him off.”

Austin’s eyes were wide and round, and he was breathing in these little short gasps, as though we weren’t standing in the corner of some pub in full view of everyone. I could feel him growing hard against my hip.

It had been an unspoken thing. I fancied him rotten, adored him to bits and would have jumped at the chance to touch him, kiss him, make love to him all night and fuck him into oblivion if that’s what this chab had wanted. And this guy felt smth for me also. I had always been able to tell when things had been bad betwixt him the The weenie cuz he’d be supplementary affectionate and I’d find his fingers moving in my hair, his head on my shoulder as we watched a movie. The cock had execrated me hanging around with him, banned our friendship and then continued to fuck about on the most good thing he’d ever had in his life.

I felt no one jot of guilt, not a single gram of shame as I leant in and kissed Austin’s lips. that guy was still for a moment, sort of shocked, and then his fingers were in the back of my hair and his tongue was practically down my mouth and there wasn’t a spare space betwixt us.

Wolf whistles and cat-calls broke us apart.

“Get a room!”

“Make a video!”

“Oh, you go acquire him boy!”

Tris turned bright pink, I just grinned. We were one as well as the other panting like we’d run all along the seafront

“I don’t wanna receive even with you.” Tris was still smiling, “I don’t want to even think everything to do with him when I’m with you.” this chab grabbed my hand, pulling me along towards the door, “Let’s go and just think about every other for the next like, twelve hours.”

My weenie twitched in my jeans, and I couldn’t assist but pull him back against me, all soft and hard and ideal and everything my right hand and I had dreamt about for months.

“And then some.”

Austin giggled, we left half my gulp and a bunch of people staring at us, and I’d no idea how we got home. But it was amazing, a sexy, and good.