** Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter posted.**
Chapter 5: Hall Pass No More
I woke up gasping for air as I placed my hands around my throat. I flinched from the pain I felt. I flung my body out of the bed. Like a drunk, I stumbled to the dresser with the mirror. My reflection showed the bruises around my neck. Instantly, I remembered Kyle's hands around my neck and the words he spoke. He knew about Sterling.
I creeped out of the bedroom. The hallway was dark and almost spooky. Slowly, I made my way through it. As I moved further towards the end, I could hear a faint moan. The moans grew louder as I moved closer.
The noise was coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall. I inched closer to the door, and mixed with the moans were the sounds of the bed squeaking. I was going to turn away--that is until I heard his voice.
Sterling moaned, "Fuck me, Kev. Give me that dick."
It was Sterling, and he thought I was there with him. Was he possibly dreaming? I opened the bedroom door. Sterling was lying flat, face first, on the bed. His eyes closed, and his face contoured with pleasure. Sterling opened his eyes, and he saw me standing in the doorway with a look of horror on my face. Kyle's fat dick was glistening with Sterling's ass juice. He pumped in and out of Sterling's ass.
"Kevin," he called out my name. He was shocked to see me when he thought I was the one inside of him.
Kyle turned and looked at me. He gave me a nasty wink. I quietly stepped away and closed the door behind me. I could hear the sound of the bed squeaking and thumping louder. Kyle was destroying Sterling's hole. Through all the clapping of skin meeting and the bed rocking I could also hear Sterling's moans. He was lost in what Kyle was doing to him. My feet couldn't move fast enough. As I raced down the hall, I could hear things falling and smashing into the wall. I was knocking things over as I moved. Down the stairs and out of the house I went. I ordered a Lyft and disappeared into the night.
..........Three Years Later.......
I was in Hawaii for a friend's birthday. It had taken a bit of time, but I had rebuilt my life and was thriving for the most part. Things were going pretty well until I saw him from across the way. He was standing with a group of people. He must have felt me because he looked up and saw me. Our eyes locked on one another, and I was taken back to the night I first met him at the bar.
I quickly turned and started to walk in the other direction. I tried to move fast. We hadn't seen each other since that night when I walked into the room. That night, when everything came to the light. I was halfway across the courtyard when he called out to me.
"Kevin," his voice punctured my world. It was the same sexy, deep voice that I remembered.
I stopped and turned around to face him. There was a mere twelve feet of distance between us. He looked as stunningly beautiful as the night I met in the bar all those years ago. His hair was grey now, and it gave him a deep silver fox vibe--beautiful and sexy. It made him look so distinguished.
"Sterling. How are you," I asked. I was cautious with my words.
"I'm good. Better now. It's been a while," he said with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing here," I asked, unsure what else to say or how to ease the tension I felt.
He sighed, "Kyle is getting married."
"Oh!" I was shocked. "He invited you?"
"We worked things out. It took us a long time to get past all the additional hurt I caused him," there was sorrow in the way he spoke.
"Did you forgive him for what he did," I asked.
He looked away from me. I could see his body tense up. He fought against the tension and willed himself to relax, and I was proud of him for being able to do that.
"There was nothing to forgive. I deserved it," he said as he swallowed.
"No, you didn't deserve that, but I'm happy that you're in a good place. He ever tell you how he knew?"
He exhaled, "He caught us on a little spy camera he had installed in the apartment you two shared. He knew for a while, but when he heard us in the kitchen on Thanksgiving, it sent him over the edge. He had hoped it was a one-time accident, but we proved otherwise."
"I'm sorry I didn't stay and help you. I just couldn't defend our actions, and I couldn't stomach what I saw," I revealed.
"What about you? How are you?" He was trying to deflect, and I understood that.
"I've been good. I was here for a friend's birthday. I should probably get going," I told him as I turned to walk away.