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The Long Weekend 2	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Weekenders, The Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gordon stood sandwiched between bright green hedges that led off into neighbourhood fences; the top of his head nearly grazed a protruding piece that made it into a leafy roof. His eyes focused on a window Lor had pointed out. A sixteen foot ladder wouldn't have been enough. When he saw the light come on, he pushed the gate at his knees forward, now standing on the third cement block with seven more to go. His feet raised for a jump he never exerted into, and instead, lifted.

It felt like falling in reverse, no strings attached, yet he pulled on those strings all the same. It was hard to explain - he didn't have control of gravity... at least he didn't think he did, but he was still scared of it spitting him up. Like when he first tried it near some playground equipment and nearly buried himself head first into gravel.

But when he hit his first bird and survived, he knew there was something truly different about him now.

He took hold of a white and wooden window sill, keeping himself from floating further up, as the corner of his eye peered in. Lor shuffled around her room, throwing clothes into the corner or pushing things underneath her bed. Unless there was a lock, he could have lifted the window with the friction of his palm, but he wanted her to decide on what he should see. She finally looked his way without looking his way - he almost waved above his head to let her know. She crawled into what seemed like a cove where the window sat, opening it. He brought down his elbows and acted like he was barely struggling to hold on. "Do you just let any boy float in through yonder window?"

She looked like she had swallowed something sour while trying to smile at the same time. "Shut up." Lor pulled on his arm, a hint of urgency in it. Gordon obliged by crossing that threshold from the outside world into... Lor's room.

"Nice place." The blue walled room was topped with a white ceiling and pink furnishings - as expected for the average girls room - but Lor wasn't the average girl. Her old place, once filled with a staple of sports memorabilia and rock star posters, they all seemed downplayed, or even missing. One in particular, a golden statue of a girl swinging for the fences, was no longer here - maybe forgotten, intentionally or otherwise.

"Yeah, my foster parents know about the whole thing that went on; so I think they tried to over compensate for it." Her assessment didn't seem far off from the truth. She had her own computer, a TV hooked up to an Xstation. She had a double bed like before, fit for a queen and her king...

He saw a closet door, the door to the rest of the house and an open door next to it. He was a little confused as to where it could lead, the darkness obscuring it, but as he squinted just a little bit, he could see the toilet reflect off a bit of light.

She had her own bathroom...

He realised then everyone he knew in Bahia Bay was well off.

"And you're just gonna... let me live here?" He wasn't sure where to sit, taking residence up on the floor for now with crossed legs. There wasn't a chair except in the desk for her computer.

Her hands hit her hips in a super heroine like pose from the comics he used to read. "Yup!" Lor chastised him a little with a noise, pulling at him, as she invited him to sit next to her on her bed.

As he sunk into the softness of the bed, his curled fingers moved together between his legs. "This is gonna sound stupid..."

"Try me, because I don't think you can. You might even sound like Tish." The way she said it, the way she looked - she meant that vote of confidence for him... but he still read it as sarcastic in that negative space inside of himself.

His hand raised, then fell. Then turned into a fist, before he wiped his lap. He was no longer mad at himself, just disappointed when he said this. "I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you..."

Lor was so flippant about it. "Maybe when we're older - but right now, I have the means to. So why not take advantage of that?"

He stared away from her. His eyes focusing on a nonexistent wading pool of moroseness that seemed to be rising up to his neck. "Then what am I to you? Aren't I just a bad memory?"

"What!? No! No... you're what made me who I am today." Her hands creased and rubbed his shoulders as she pulled him in close for a hug. "You're why I'm so happy..." She squeezed her breasts into his face by accident, but his absolutely dreadful nature changed into a crooked grin - he hooked his arms around her into a bear hug, and slammed her down into the bed, laughing all the way. Her voice hit a high pitch spike as she squeaked out an 'OH - WHAT - GORDON' as her back connected against the softness with him on top.

"Phew. It's a good thing I had these flotation devices to land on." His hands crept up into the material of her shirt.

"Shut up." She pushed his shoulders, and he let himself slide off to her side near the edge of the other side of the bed.

"What?" He half chuckled, unsure if he actually did something wrong. Before he could get his answer, the door knob twisted. Lor kicked and pushed him all at once, and he went flying off; landing on a pile of pillows that had fallen by the wayside.

"Yes Diane, I know. I get it. Just put it on my desk. Yeah, yup. Uh huh. I'll do it later." He was too petrified to hear what was going on on the opposite side of the bed beyond Lor's disregarding agreements, repeating the phrase 'please don't see me, please don't see me' inside his head.

As soon as the door was closed, he could hear Lor's pants bottoms swipe against the ground in a mad scramble, running against her door. He peaked over the side and watched her click the lock on it before turning back to face him. "Jheeeeeesh. That was a close one. We're gonna have to come up with a system for this... maybe a knock?"

He had been getting himself off the floor when she said that, the pillows acting as unstable footing. "How will I know it's you?"

"I got it!" She demonstrated. "I'll knock three times quickly, stop, and then knock again." Her raps against it came rapidly; Lor then dragged her knuckles as she waited and finally banged it.

Lor asked him if he understood, but before he could answer, she nearly leaped at the plate on her desk. "Steak and potatoes! Totally ace!" She had that glint in her eye staring at the plate that he thought was reserved only for him. She changed right before his gaze. "I mean. Uhm. You can have it." She tussled her hair in a curl as she presented him with the food in a single hand, going from excitement to timid in a second.

"Well no, we can share." He motioned for her to come over, and when Gordon actually saw what was on the plate, he kinda regretted saying that.

The food sat between them, their legs crossing one anothers, looking down and then to one another; Gordon practically salivated over it. Black burn marks separated golden brown meat of the t-bone. It looked like something out of a catalog, perfect lighting and everything to make its juices look spectacular.

There was also potatoes in tinfoil.

"You look like you've never seen a steak like that before."

His eyes longed for it, speaking now to the meat rather than Lor. "We probably sold more cows than ever had steak dinners."

"Here." She took the utensils, silver fork and a steak knife with a black handle, and began to cut - the way she did it was awkward and girly, her wrists a little limp, but she still got him the square looking piece of meat. She held her hand underneath the fork, the chance of steak juice falling was high. He wasn't sure why she was doing this, he could have done it himself. Her hand brushed his face as he opened, holding his teeth part way down as she took back the fork. He bit. "Harmph... harmph... aaaaah... I barely have to chew it." His hand moved to cover his mouth, his voice muffled. "Oh, sorry."

"It's okay... I like watching you chew. Is that weird?"

He swallowed the now minced meat. "I... dunno... let's see what you look like when you eat." He gestured for the fork and knife.

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His eyes opened.

For the past few hours, he had been falling in and out of sleep while watching a sleeping Lor, as if checking to make sure she was still here. It had gone from dark, to early morning blue light, to that nice orange glory that caressed them in warmth. The rise and fall of her chest, he felt her shape and heard her breathing, his grip was loose, hanging independently

Lor and him spent the whole night watching TV while cuddled up together. First, there was the hour of music videos - but that was it. An hours worth of music videos. He coulda swore they played more. Then there was this really bad gangster crime film set during Christmas that made no sense, where not only was it a double cross, it was a triple and quadruple cross. It was funny, neither of us liked it, but we couldn't look away; playing chicken with a bad movie, daring the other to be the first one to turn it, before ultimately it was over and they finally got some sleep.

She opened hers.

"What time is it?" She asked it in a cautious manner, as if already knowing. Maybe she did because of how bright her room was.

Her clock was just behind her shoulder on the bedstand. "Eight."

"CRAAAP!" She fought off the blanket before falling out of bed. He got up too, just so he could watch her routine. "Okay okay okay. Crap. Okay. I was thinking about this all night when I was about to fall asleep." She ran into the bathroom, door slammed. He heard several sources of water before she opened it again. "We still have a bunch of these leftover from when my foster mom tried to give them out at Halloween one year - long story short, eeeeeeeeh" One side of Lor's teeth bared - he could only imagine the mess of eggs left over - as she gave it a toss. The plastic rattled inside the cardboard as it bounced off his stomach and landed in his open hand.

A blue toothbrush. Good choice.

Lor stomped over to some clothes she had on the floor between her bed and her desk, as she stripped down the pants she was wearing and threw it haphazardly, then gripped another pair at her ankles, and she almost hit the roof with her jump as she struggled to put on this other pair of jeans. "There's crackers by the bed, but please don't - oh forget it, I don't even follow that rule..."

As for her shirt, she just took a quick sniff of her self and deemed the one she was in okay. "If you need water, I left you a glass." She pointed it out on the desk near a phone, where she was stuffing her backpack with books and work journals.

"Oh and-" She went to him and kissed his face. "I love you. Bye!" The door shut.

Was he still asleep? She was such a blur.

He watched from the window, seeing Lor with her knapsack starting and stopping runs. Maybe skipping. He waved, and kept waving hoping she'd turn around and do the same

But she didn't.

His hand fell, hearing car's taking off from the front of the house as he drooped back to her bed.

Now it was just the eerie quiet of a girl's room.

It was his first day alone. Funny. He flew away to Lor because he couldn't stand being without her, and now it's just like before.

Gordon didn't want to admit it so early already, but he felt trapped. Day time television was horrible - either really lame kids shows that talked down to you or some host variant on talk show after talk show. He almost kept one on because it dealt with men dating transwomen, but it turned into a real freak show and he shut it off in disgust. The other ones were about psychics and teen pregnancies...

Oh and she had an Xstation alright... but all sports games. '99. 2000. 2001. What the hell was even the difference?

Lor had a single DVD and he watched it from front to back, with commentary, without commentary, the one where it would randomly add picture in picture making of video explanations for what was currently going on in the movie...

He liked the movie but it wasn't that damn good.

Maybe Lor and him could go and rent some tapes when she got back...

So Gordon waited.

And waited.

And waited.

His lunchtime consisted of saltines and water. Well, water after he nearly started choking on cracker dust. His salty coughs nearly had him hoark up the food he had just chewed, as he ran with Lor's given cup to the tap in the bathroom. Cold water felt nice going down.

He flopped around her room like a dry fish, still annoyed to say the least - but when he spotted a certain time out of the corner of his eye, he was like a big ol' dog happy to see its owner, launching himself onto her bed and nearly yanking her alarm out of the wall.

Three O'clock.

He knew it was getting to be that time when the actual good cartoons started playing

And that meant: School was gonna be out soon.

So Gordon waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He only kept half his interest on the talking sponge show as he flipped from the door, to the clock and back to the TV. It was half an hour past five and quickly moving to six. Where was she!?

That's when he switched off the cartoons. He watched the door with a seething intent, fists on his knees, ready to rise up to meet her knock.

The first knock, and he didn't even wait for the rest, he was up and had it open.

In a denim blue cap with a red bill turned to the back, she came in carrying a bunch of stuff, perspired and a little dirty. He waited for the door to close before he began. "Where were you!?"

She slowly wagged her finger at nothing in particular, having an 'ah-ha' moment. "I knew I forget to mention something. I have practice after school on some days." She said matter of factly before shrugging. "Sorry." Which didn't sound the least bit sorry. She tossed her sweaty hat and glove near a laundry hamper before taking a relaxing fall onto her bed. Like she had done nothing at all... it wasn't like she was lying... but... but... SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME WHERE SHE'D BE!

He marched over to her exhausted looking position, her sock covered feet overhanging part of the bed, her head staring at a turned off TV, but too tired to turn it on. "Well you should be sorry! I was thinking about you all day, then I had no idea where you were, then I was worried sick... and, and, and - I was so bored!" Partway through, he tried to make it more of a joke rather than an angry whine, realising this wasn't worth complaining about.

"How could I make it up to you?" She said it in more of a way to get him to shut up rather than something from the heart.

He thought about it, because he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. Then something of his throbbed. "Suck my dick, Lor."

He sunk his knees into her bed, his hips guiding him towards her as he got himself out. She just waited for it without protest, as he moved towards her face, his hand throwing up his shirt. She popped it into her mouth like a sneaky meatball as she began sucking on him like it was no big deal, yet she was tired enough that she couldn't use her neck, so she did more of a rolling head motion with him on her tongue, her eyes closed.

The pleasure of her sucking his dick cleared his angry, steaming mind - it tends to do that. Even after he got his ass beat, Lor sure made him forget for awhile that it even happened. The angel on his shoulder was talking sense - she was in a rush, she forgot. Simple mistake, she really didn't even need to do this - yet she did anyway. "Wow... you just... let me do that?" He retracted himself from her, sitting back on the balls of his heels, as he turned away, pulling up his pants, her spit soaking into his underwear now.

"Don't you want to finish?"

There wasn't much place to turn, so he just sort of locked eyes with the corner. "Uhm... maybe later."

She was so fucking cool.

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"Lor! That's so good..." She was into it now with her second wind, hungry for him even after they ate, eyes from her always looking up at him, never breaking contact. It took every ounce of freewill he had to not force her face down. His knees flexed to the corners of her bed as he watched her lapping up ropes of white that left him, her licks on his purple head like an ice cream about to melt off the cone that she was quick to catch, volleying her tongue back and forth, her hand still partially on his shaft and balls where she had been jerking him. Her tongue pressed down on her bottom lip as she gave a final, smooching, wet streak up and down his length, before eventually letting his once proud tower fall, sensitive to the touch.

The afterglow was short lived, as she wiped her sticky lips while flipping back some hair behind her ears. "Alright, I normally love the way you smell, but I got to call a time out. You reek. Like an onion." Lor sure had a way with being honest.

He kept it light. "That's a helluva thing to say to somebody. Especially after you just had me in your mouth." She was probably right, but he wasn't going to cop to it.

"Come on, get out of your clothes, I'll wash 'em. Then you-" She pointed firmly. "Get in the shower. You'll feel better."

Gordon at least had a good excuse. "Lor, I don't really have any..."

"What? It's not like you're going anywhere or that I'm asking you to streak around the house. It'll be quick, I promise. You're not wearing much anyway." There was an almost begging to her tone. Did he really smell that badly?

"But'ya... but'ya know how to wash clothes right?" He asked while mid strip.

"Come on. I'm a girl, remember?" Gordon shrugged in agreement, and was quicker on taking them off after she said that. He left his underwear till last, as he went into the bathroom and used the door as a barrier, throwing it out to her from a tiny gap he made before he fully closed it and turned on the light.

A standing shower... he had never actually encountered one of these. It was on a slightly raised platform and the frosted glass nearly touched the ceiling in a sort of box. He pulled on the silver handle with care, as if expecting it to jump out and smash into the wall. His feet slapped on the cold hard surface as he pulled it in behind him... it was kinda like having a room within a room.

He looked over all the bottles she had on her shower caddy... body stuff, conditioner... he just needed some shampoo and any would do - though most were near empty. A purple one with a kangaroo on it seemed like the ticket, and it had plenty left. He watched it come out in a goop on his palm before working it into his hair. His foam covered fingers then fiddled with the knobs, cold hitting him like a weak punch, as that turned into warmth. As the water traveled over him, he knew exactly what she meant - like a layer of filth melted away, this was the kind of cleansing he needed.

It felt like his first return to actual civilization since he'd been here - he felt sort of like a caveman, especially after eating that steak - and while he had the giant brow, he thought of Lor in a leopard print cavegirl bikini, the classic two piece from cartoons, and her hair long and wild... or trussed up with a bone through it...

What? Did he want to turn on the cold water?

He dipped his hair into the pouring blast, and there was a part of his face that felt rather sensitive. He ran his hands under the shower, then reached for it. Just above his cheek bone was something that shouldn't have been there - his fingers passed over it a few times before he just opened the shower door and leaned over the side, looking into the mirror.

It was a big, fat, red, pimple - and Lor didn't tell him!

Wait.

... If Lor didn't say anything about that, what else was wrong with him that she wouldn't talk about? What if she only mentioned it to the others at school? What if she only said these things to Tish? What if she said he wasn't any good... you know, in that way... what if she was just putting up with him? That speech about being a burden hit him as he applied the conditioner, mentally filtering out the good parts about it.

She really took it out of him, and he had to sit down - besides, it was the most optimal way to wash this stuff out.

Gordon thought about the relationship and relationships in general. Was he sabotaging it? His spazz out earlier probably didn't help, though Lor's poker face was something else. What was wrong with him? Keep your stupid shit to yourself. A good relationship requires you to always have your best face for her and to always hide the ugly one. Lor has gone through some horrible shit, and he doesn't know about it, he didn't see it and she hasn't told him about it for good reason.

His palms covered his eyes, the water drizzling off him.

He still felt filthy.

Gordon toweled himself off, his hair mostly dry now as he opened the door, and... Lor hadn't gone down to wash his clothes. Instead, she had his shirt over her face. Her hands pressed into it, as if trying to bond it to her nose.

"Lor?"

It flew up like she had slipped on a wet floor and dropped what she was holding. Her elbows dug into the bed. "Uh... you weren't supposed to see that." She got up, huddling his clothes to herself and going to her door, apologizing as she opened and closed it.

He relaxed with the towel wrapped around his middle, staring up to the ceiling that curved into her room, his hair no longer greasy.

Lor... Lor loved him. Not only that, but she was absolutely infatuated with him. She didn't care how he looked, she didn't care about how he smelled... or maybe she did, but at the same time, it was all exciting. Nobody had ever felt this way about him... yeah, Lor loved him back then, but now he could feel it. He could experience it. It was his... and he wouldn't trade it for the world. Maybe he could get fat, and Lor would still love him... well, maybe not that last part, because she was into sports and all.

He stood, naked, his towel off like a thrown cape.

Who's the sex machine that gets all the ladies?

Gord.

Who's the man of action that saves the day?

Gord.

And she's a complicated woman, but she's the only one who understands him

As he laid back from his solo dance number, he wondered if she had some used panties - because there had to be something to this clothes smelling thing...
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