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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 had to go.

Like, he really had to go.

But he didn't want to do it around Lor -- and as his stomach churned, he knew of only one place he could do it this late at night.

Emerging from the convenience store bathroom, Gordon made a beeline for the swirling ice and pop machines. If there was one thing about old Bahia Bay he could count on besides Lor, it was the chuggafreezes - and the idea of actually being able to finish one without violent intervention was too tempting to pass up, despite his limited funds. He thought of maybe a solid single flavor or a mix of several like coke and the lemon lime one. He bit into the rim of the paper cup, flicking it against his nose as he tried to figure out what he wanted.

"You're the last person I expected to see." The cup fell as he caught it in a clutch, turning to find Tino, almost unrecognizable. "What's up?"

"Whazzuuuuup you tanned sumbitch." They slapped five, nearly painfully so.

"Maaaaaaan, forget that frozen swill."

He looked at his cup with pretend dejection. "But I like my frozen swill."

"They don't even clean the machines." Tino held up a plastic bag, a clear weight inside. "This is the real deal. Six of the most over caffeinated beverages on the market. I've heard even just one is dangerous - so you know it's gotta be good."

He wasn't looking to feel jacked up this late, but in his current state, he wasn't going to turn down a free drink. He put the cup back into the stack and walked with Tino, but he did feel bad for not buying anything - especially after using the facilities, he tried not to look at the clerk.

Outside the convenience store, they stood, their profiles luminescent from the unfiltered store glass, staring out into the void of darkness of Bahia Bay. Tino had already started off.

"Why don't we drink them here?"

"They've got a killer no loitering policy. Besides, I know a safe place where we can drink these." Safe? Gordon looked back to see a no loitering sign he swore wasn't there before - but then again, maybe it was just bad memory.

Safety didn't even cross his mind as they commanded the cement walks to whatever destination they were going to, crossing streets and jaywalking without care. He felt like they were in a music video, his jacket unzipped, faces locked forward, though he lagged just a little behind Tino as he wasn't sure where they were heading, but he felt ready for anything - anybody.

"Having moved around a lot, I've had a theory that you had a chance to reinvent yourself over and over again, and thus, had a chance at being a cool kid. Confirm or deny?"

"Denied. I was never the cool kid." As the new guy, to be part of a group, you'd have to do something extremely stupid to get in good with them, and even after all that, you'd still be on the bottom rung and feel like the tagalong. Hell, what rung was he on with the four of them? Feels like he only ever got in because of nepotism. "What about you? Are you the cool kid?"

"Maybe in my future, sugar and caffeine fueled fantasies - but nope - I thought I was about to have a taste of it and enter eternal cool-dom when I was invited to join something called the uh..." He snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah, the Lone Wolves Club"

"Y'know, about two years ago I would have thought that was the coolest name ever."

Tino almost guffawed. "Right? We all thought they were - turns out they were just a couple of dorks that make my dorkitude look like attitude." He ran ahead of Gordon before turning and walking backwards. "This is what they made me say for an initiation test - ready for this? Can't believe I still remember this part... my pup name is cubby caboose; so ugly I look like a moose. I'm mangy and smelly, with worms in my belly -- for my bad breath, there is no excuse."

Gordon's face cocked. "You lost me at pup name. That's a little gay, isn't it?"

"That really should have been the first sign."

Gordon tried to think of a follow up to that, but his eyes kept looking at the close shave of a style he had. Guess he was gonna have to mention it: Tino's bleach blonde was cut extremely short, something he'd describe as military. "Hey Tino I like the cut. Makes you look like..." Gordon shifted his throat, as he tried to deliver a deep and pompous voice. "Blow it out your ass."

"Who?"

"Nah nothing. It's a PC game... nobody steals our chicks... and lives..." He laughed at the quote, but Tino didn't get it. "No but... I've been thinking about getting a haircut. If I don't do something about it, I will be mangy and smelly."

"Is this about Lor?"

He caved. "Yeaaaaah."

"Fuhgettaboutit. Lor would like you even if you were a pile of puke on stilts." That's what he was afraid of.

Gordon wasn't assured. "You guys made me cry back then when you were telling me she was into older dudes. What's so different these days?"

"When Lor crushed on a guy... she would emit this... incomprehensible mouth noise - like she was eating her own hair, but couldn't get it down. That's the way she used to be, but I haven't heard it in a couple years now." Gordon wouldn't admit he was happy that she hadn't moved on. "But I've been meaning to ask... what's she like... you know, compared to a regular girl?"

Gordon turned a little sour. "What are you saying, Tino?"

"What?"

"That'd be impossible for me to know, because the only girl that I've been with is Lor -- and nothing compares to Lor..." He stared off and away.

"You're not even drunk and you're already spilling your guts. Imagine if I had bought that six pack..."

That pulled Gordon out of his slump. "You almost bought a six pack?"

"Yeah, I saw it in a movie from the 80's - stand outside a beer store with money and ask an adult to buy you some."

"So where's the brewski?" He thought he heard someone refer to beers as brewskis before.

"You try asking strangers for beer."

"Pussy."

Man, how long were they gonna keep walking? First this neighbourhood he didn't recognize, then cutting through an alley and now going through this empty church parking lot? Gordon looked up, the white cross held up high in the dark sky, but no matter how high it seemed, it felt reachable. A mini spotlight splashed across the sign. 'St. Michael's Church of Bahia Bay Latterday Saints'

Then Tino slowed near the church's entrance and Gordon realised this was the destination.

I guess if you couldn't be safe near a church, where was safety guaranteed?

Tino opened up his bag of goodies, sorting a hand through them. "Which one you want? I got cola, grape, blueberry-"

"Yo." He slapped his hands and gave a 'give it here' hand gesture and Tino passed it

Tino and Gordon took up a seat on a concrete parking slab; an unforgiving and narrow bench, hard as stone, their butts already beginning to numb after just a couple minutes. The drinks popped and fizzed and they were soon sucking down something called reVolt Cola - the cans had a positive and negative symbol at their respective tops and bottoms, as if trying to look like an oversized battery.

"It's good right?"

Gordon took another quick sip. "Oh. Yeah. Y'know I'm surprised you asked me to come drink with you, this seems more like a you and Carver thing to do."

"Aaaaah... Carver..." Tino seemed to completely disregard his mention at first. "Carver's been hanging out with people. Different people. Ever since he's gotten mainstream attention, feels like he's a different person. Talk about spillin' guts... I feel like I'm losing my best friend."

"Ah, the media'll lose interest in 'em. Then he'll come crawlin' back to his real friends."

"Do you think so?"

"No, I'm just blowin' smoke - I don't fuckin' know." He took a hard sip. "But if you're actually, ACTUALLY, best friends, then he'll want to hang out again."

"Now what makes you say that?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

They quietly chugged, before reaching for some more.

The sound of glass shattering echoed, as the bleating of a car alarm went off in the far distance. Gordon shot up, almost drawn to it on an instinctual level. He stared down an empty road full of parked cars, not a soul or action in sight, but the perpetrator was somewhere.

"Relax. Somebody'll take care of it." Tino punctuated that thought by cracking open his can.

Gordon turned to face Tino with total disbelief, like Tino had just been replaced by an alien. "What are you talking about? We have super powers."

He pointed to where the disturbance was with the can in his hand. "By the time we get there, they'll be long gone and somebody will have called the cops and then we'll be the suspects."

Gordon slowly started descending back to his seat, realising the more time they wasted talking was proving him right. "What's up Tino? It's like you got no fight in ya."

"Two years ago while you're gone, everything goes to shit. Two years ago, people used to sleep on the beach. Now they don't. The whole..." Tino's two hands waved in front of one another, as if they were two gangs daring the other to throw the first finger, but then he dropped them, having found the words. "... mood of this place changed."

"Well shit, what happened? It used to be pretty flat too, now I see some tall ass buildings since I got back." He sniffed, wiping his nose. "I still don't think that makes it a metropolis..." He thought of the comics he read years ago with places described as metropolises... metropoly... metropolies...

"It's drugs. Been flooding in more and more."

"Like Miami?"

"Yeah. I read that whole surrounding area got richer in the 80's. It's been coming from... the south."

Gordon tried to think of south of Bahia or south of California, but couldn't connect the dots. "South of where?"

Tino seemed uncomfortable. "Don't make me say it."

"What?"

"The border."

"Oh..." This must have been a sore subject for Tino. There was no way he could discuss this with his normal friends, and he felt like Tish was the type to really not get it.

Tino changed topics. "So what have you been up to you?"

"Uh, y'know..." Gordon shrugged, sitting back down. "My dad got me into boxing after what happened. Though I'm not sure even a world class boxer could have gotten himself out of that."

"Dad huh?" Tino seemed to get lost in thought, looking off to Gordon's side.

He tried to remember the last time he was at Tino's house. It was just him and his mom... "Uuuuh... sorry."

"It's alright... I just thought you and I... nah, nothing. Honestly, I thought being raised by a single mom would help me understand women more, which is why I thought I got to date Tish-"

"No way." He cut him off, but still let him talk. Gordon acted like he was still part of their social group and this was some big reveal.

"-in the first place. And I think I might have pushed her away... like my mom pushed my dad away." They opened up the last two. "It's... kind of why I brought up you and Lor earlier."

"Ah, you want a bit of my mojo, huh?" His pinky hit the side of his lip and out spouted a low quality impression. "Well Mr. Powers, it doesn't come cheap."

Tino nearly choked on his drink. "What is that movie, three years old? Shut the fuck up."

Gordon tried to get his head in the game. "Right right... uhm... this isn't a dig at your tastes, because she is cute: But what do you see in Tish? And be honest."

"I know it's a cliche, but she really is the last thing I think about in bed and the first thing I think of when I get up." Now Tino was speaking his language. "We've been friends forever, and whenever Carver or Lor screwed us over, we were always there for one another -- and Tish completes me intellectually. If there's a hard math question? We both know it. A really hard math question? She knows it and can explain it to me. I mean... does that even make sense?" Tino kicked the backs of his shoes together. "Guess I'm more neurotic than smart."

"Wait. I thought Carver was the neurotic one."

"No, he's the prissy one."

"It's simple... well, it's not simple exactly..." He delayed the truth from Tino, still trying to find it in his own possession somewhere. "I don't know why Lor likes me, like I keep hoping I'm secretly handsome and that my mom was right, but I doubt it. So I'm the wrong person to ask. What me and Lor have... is unique, so trying to copy me won't help - but maybe what makes you two unique is special to her, so maybe play that up a little more... but then again I'm probably making this up as I go along and have no idea what the quick fix is."

His eyebrows went up as far as they could. "Now I wish I had asked Carver to come out... thanks for trying." Tino tilted as far back as he could to polish off the last one, making sure no droplet went to waste, before dropping it into the store bag.

Gordon dumped out the last bit of his drink, the grape and blueberry ones were tasty as hell, but the straight up cola one tasted like battery acid, and it kinda hurt his teeth. He passed the empty aluminum to Tino, as they stood up, making their way home - but one detail that meant little on the walk here now rang clearly: The graffiti. A tag in particular, the word PARADISE scrawled in black on the outside of a clinic that doubled as a convenience store.

Lor's room.

It was quiet - it felt like they had gotten all their talking out of their system, but something still bothered Gordon.

"Are you actually super strong?"

"Want to find out?" Tino said it like a warning.

He didn't hesitate. "Yeah." Gordon lost his footing, and he wasn't trying to fly. "Hey hey hey hey!" He felt trapped in a claw machine, as he saw Tino with a smile. "You cocksucker!" Gordon swung at Tino and sounded like a snarling dog on a leash.

"Hey, whoa! You asked." Tino was quick to set him down.

"Yeah yeah... real hilarious." He checked his clothes and collar to see if anything was loose or ripped under a flickering street lamp, though the only thing damaged was his pride.

Tino was apologetic. "I shouldn't have done that, but come on... it was just a joke."

They started walking again. Gordon let his anger subside, hands in his pockets, before giving Tino his spiel. "I didn't mean to call you a cocksucker. I've been having real confidence issues. Have you ever been in a fight, Tino?"

"I'm the tough guy on our team - I've never been the tough guy before."

"Since I lost, I've always been thinking nonstop about it. Sometimes I have phantom pains from it." Not to mention the nightmares, but he wasn't gonna mention that to Tino. "And yeah I know it was sixteen of them or something, but that doesn't stop you questioning or rethinking it and what I could have done different."

"So you're saying it wasn't worth it..."

"Mmmm, no. I'm not saying that."

"So you're saying it was worth it..."

"Mmmmm, not saying that either."

"So what are you saying?"

Gordon had thought about this for years... two to be exact. He pushed and pulled internally on whether or not it was worth it. He mostly left it to a 'agree to disagree' mentality. There had to be a way to sum it up. "I think it's stupid what I did... but I think it's stupider to not stand up for yourself."

Tino stuck his hand over his mouth, before talking in a fast, yet professional, mumble. "Tonitini enterprises does not inherently endorse the actions of Gordon Waldgrave, living or dead..." He dropped the act. "The real question, ol' Gordo ol' buddy, is whether or not you'd do it again."

He jumped in front of Tino. "See this tooth? Chipped - and I know it was those pieces of shit. Everytime my tongue licks my teeth, I get-" Gordon pounded his chest. "Pissed - and I start to think that this wouldn't have happened if my family didn't take me to Bahia Bay in the first place and I'd be better off." They realigned their pace.

"Geeze if that's how you feel, imagine how Lor is."

"What do you mean?" Gordon was quick to the hip with that response, sounding a little accusatory.

Tino shrugged, trying to blow it off. "Y'know. I'm sure she tried to fight off her brothers. The guilt probably gets to her sometimes."

Gordon stopped, peering over the curb like a pit had just opened up, not really paying attention as Tino crossed. The day Lor bludgeoned him felt real again - talk about a phantom pain - it was such a phantom to him that only Lor knew the feeling. Lor had to hate them - had to hate herself. Had to hate her boyfriend that left her behind for two years. Had to want to cry. Had want to give it up and call it a day... call it a life. Yet through all that, she never showed the slightest bit of the caustic reaction it should have left as an imprint. Lor has shown him nothing but kindness, love and understanding and yet she...

Gordon sucked in his teeth and crinkled his nose - the only way he could stop himself from tearing up. Tino wasn't gonna wait, and just as he was about to launch himself across, a car drove by. Gordon tried to play it off as if he wasn't about to cross, then rushed over as the space allowed.

They nodded to one another, and kept walking.

Lor asked nothing of him. Never complained even though she had every reason to.

He had to repay her.

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He and Tino came to a fork - a fork he recognized because one way was to Lor's. Gordon stopped, as Tino kept walking the other way, waving. "You got next. Later days, Gordon."

Gordon threw up an unseen peace sign. "Uh, later days."

The fingers folded, finding reservation in his pockets. He traipsed back home. Gordon could feel that thumping rush begin to knock in his head from the caffeine, but it couldn't hold him down, as he zig zagged from the road to the sidewalks, his head craned, trying to find patterns in the cement jags and points. "I jumped across... I jumped across for you... cause she was all yellow..." He wondered if Lor was still down in the clouds. Hell... she might even be up and worried. He might have made just the slightest hint of a sound before leaving, waking her as he shut the window. Now she was worried about him, wondering what he was doing. Maybe... maybe she was crying right now.

He almost galloped on reflex.

He turned a corner, a few more houses down and he'd be at the hedges of Lor's home -- but instead he dipped behind a car.

The sound of a gate clinking shut, as someone emerged from Lor's. Baggy grey sweatshirt with a hoodie wrapped around the figures head.

Someone he knew wasn't Lor.

Wait, no. That was Lor. It was her figure - a figure he could recognize anywhere... so what was she doing out late? Maybe out for a jog, which he normally wouldn't have worried him, but after what Tino told him, why shouldn't he? Maybe it was just like he thought, and she woke up with him nowhere in sight and was worried, now trying to find him? He toyed with the idea of flying in front of her.

Yet there was a curiosity about Lor. What made her tick? What got her up this late? So he kept pace far enough to where he was sure she couldn't see him. Which was hard to do, because she wasn't stopping for anything. His smile progressively got less and less. It was way past the convenience store and church, and was far more inland, away from the beach and neighborhoods he knew.

He almost froze up at the new area he was about to step into, but he couldn't lose Lor. The undercurrent idea of crossing the wrong railroad tracks coursed through him as he went from uptown to downtown. He knew the feeling of Bahia Bay, and this wasn't it. All these squeaky clean new high rise apartments and office buildings... the whole block felt soulless, like something he'd design in a sim game to be as efficient as possible. Cubes built on top of cubes to stuff in as many people as you could. He wondered if they blocked out the sun sometimes.

It's funny. When he was flying in, this change barely registered to him; these buildings were all so generic, a little imposing, sure, but they all looked the same...

Maybe how it looked didn't matter...

When the walk had become mind numbing, he started focusing on what else? Lor's wiggling hips, and just as he was about to enjoy himself, Lor cut into an alley.

He hit the corner's edge. Why? Why here? Why so far away?

The night life was quiet thankfully, as he listened in.

"I got your page. You got the money?"

His eye peaked over. There seemed to be an exchange going on... the baggie was see through and stacked with them. He leaped out, kicking a large green dumpster. The sound spooking both of them. "YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" The dealer made his exit, as he closed in on a dazed Lor. The look on her face seemed to respond very poorly to the idea of her boyfriend finding her buying drugs.

Her blue eyes were big and buggy, looking up to him like he was the only man alive and it was her first time meeting him.

"Go home, Gordon." Her glazed expression didn't even crack. It was the only time he had ever considered hitting a girl. His hatred for what she had said grew in a way that he could feel himself vibrate. He smacked the ziplock of pills out of her hand. She weakly reached for it, her voice just as raggedy as her movement. "Heeeeeeeyyyy..."

He checked her, pressing her into the brick wall behind her. She seemed unable to look at him. He wanted to make her feel small. That was the point. "You know what could happen? YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN?"

"Get off me!"

"One of these fuckheads could be a cop - and guess what? They could bust you on this. Okay, let's say you were smart and played your cards right, and what you did flew completely under the radar and you managed to not get caught until you were eighteen... that's where they don't fuck around and could send you away; so some big dick swingin' guy like me could get to you, and he won't care about what your brothers or your father did to you." Gordon was never actually sure about the extent of the abuse by her father, but threw that in to barb her all the same.

"Shut up!" She tried to meekly struggle away from him, but he jostled her weak wrists and flipped her, twisting her arm like an officer would with a perp. Lor mashed part of her face into the bricks, her hood coming off, her shaggy bobcut falling out and framing her features; her eyes wide and out there, almost animalistic. Two fingers of his dug into the the elastics of her waist band, and pried her sweat pants down with ease, her panties coming down in the same tug. Lor closed her legs, but a stiff kick against her red and white sneakers opened her exposed ass enough for him to be able to start, taking a firm squeeze of her squishy cheeks before pulling them apart at the seam.

The cold nipped him, so it surely cut Lor, and he could see it and feel it in her skin.

He had recreated her back entrance in his image, so getting into her ass was not a question of if, but when - yet Lor still fought him on this. There was no easy passage into her as like before when she happily spread her legs for him, eager to see him with a wink of her eye and her hole, or even as painful as it was for her in the bathroom of that coffee bar where she still found a way to accept him; now she was caterwauling and sputtering about as if she were going to climb up the very wall they were against.

His cock entered her.

He wasn't sure what was egging him on to do this, as Lor's reaction certainly wasn't helping, but something was telling him that this was the only way she'd learn - maybe it was his body lying to him that this was the righteous deed she needed. Putty in his hands, she quietly whimpered, her back against his torso, his face buried in the nape of her neck. "Shhh... shhh..." Her spasming fights became less and less. "That's right..." He tried to get into character. "That's right... bitch... take it." He breathed as he used the brickwork for leverage, while steadily feeding her over and over again, watching himself as he did.

Now he had gone from pinning her to gradually needing to use her to keep himself balanced, as she was the one that moved away from the wall altogether, presenting herself to him more and more, eventually putting her own hands up, his knees needing to bend, which allowed him to beat his pleasure into her with harder and harder thrusts while taking full hold of her hips - he was in control, but not the only one into it, his cock sliding nearly all the way out, but her hole still too tight around his tip to let him go.

His hands sunk into her shoulders like he was about to carry her off into the night sky, his final pumps coming - and he did. He sucked deep through his teeth, as he marked her close to hour glass shape with his hands, trying not to touch her again while coming off of her. Her ass looked like he had hocked a particularly gooey loogie up her asshole and it only just started dripping out. It kind of looked like a mouth either trying to spit or swallow, he wasn't sure; her pink hole oozing his white was enough to get him to want to do it again, but he stayed his hand; though with her uncooked weenie leaking strands of wet spider webs, he knew she had enjoyed it.

As he secured himself, wiping his nose, he looked down to the pills. Some of them were crushed into drug built ant hills or just soggy, a few still looked salvageable in the bag.

Gordon stamped his foot on the rest.

Lor was an absolute mess, almost beginning to walk away with wrapped ankles, before scrambling to yank up her sweats, she still wouldn't look him in the eye, instead, looking out of the alleyway to the street. As he saw the front of her pants get wet, he strolled over to her. Gordon stuck his hand into the crack of her ass, forcing those misaligned pants and panties up into where he had cum - and as soon as he felt her clothes getting soggy, he retracted them, and he could already see the wet stain forming into dark grey.

He left her looking absolutely embarrassed.

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They were naked again, back at home. An agreed acceptance of what happened between them as they got under the sheets, their sweaty bodies that stunk of sex; clinging to one another for warmth they didn't need.

"Lor... why do you do that stuff?"

She didn't turn, her voice a slow, tired, crawl "When I'm on them, I have these wicked amazing dreams... not like my usual dreams..."

"Oh..." He spooned her. "What about those ones on your nightstand?"

"I need them to sleep." He gave another 'oh' response and kissed the hairs on her head. It was actually one of the colder California nights, yet he still felt trapped in a sauna while being up against her, and the only way out was to kiss this girl, which he took with gusto. He had an idea as to why she needed them to sleep, but he kept his mouth shut, no more bad ideas, no more bad deeds. Just them. He shifted on the bed and onto his back, staring up, his arm falling off the side into stacks and stacks of pillows.

But since she was in a question answering mood...

"What are the pillows for?"

"..." Lor seemed to want to pretend to sleep, and he was gonna let her, until "I used to hug them thinking they were you..."

He almost forgot why he was so mad at her.

Almost.
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