In the Pines, In the Pines

Waking felt like dying for the blonde teen. His whole body was spent and sore, far from feeling like he’d been ridden all night long, it was more like he’d went twelve rounds with Muhammad Ali. Just opening his eyes caused a groan to emit from his throat as the pain from his aching muscles rushed his brain. How much sleep had he even gotten after Kendra was finally done using him as her personal bucking bronco, he wondered? Not much, was his only conclusion as he looked across the empty bed towards the alarm clock on the nightstand, a bright morning sun filtering in through the light curtains to illuminate the time.

Empty. That fact seemed significant as he stretched out his hand with some effort and ran it across the cool bedsheet. Turning his head, he glanced over at the unused air mattress, gathering dust for the second night in a row. Lifting his eyes again, he saw the open ensuite door, the mirror reflecting that no one was there. It didn’t surprise him that Kendra had dined and dashed; she didn’t seem like the type to stick around for the morning pillow talk. She was probably somewhere in the cabin, hopefully with Victoria. Victoria. His eyes widened and he sat up, much quicker than he should have done, an ache running up his spine, but he didn’t care about how sore or exhausted he was anymore. He had to find Victoria.

He hit the floor running. Footsteps thundering along with his heart, he crossed the room. Yanking a little too hard, he threw open the door. Empty, just like the bed. But, as he popped out, into the corridor another door opened. Kurt turned with such conviction that Trent raised his arms in defense. His black hands clenched into black fists, his surprise turning serious, waiting for the expected hook that never came. Instead, Kurt straightened up and finally took the opportunity to breathe as he raised his hands to the black line-backer, showing that he meant no harm.

“Hey, Trent, sorry about that,” Kurt smiled apologetically too. “Say, you haven’t seen Victoria about this morning?”

“Nah, can’t say I have,” Trent said, scratching at his board, bare chest. “But then, I just woke up, so I haven’t seen much of anybody.”

“Fair enough,” Kurt accepted, unable to hide a frown. “What about where she slept last night?”

“Nope, can’t help you,” Trent said, while pointing his thumb over his back at the door behind. “All I can tell you is that she’d didn’t sleep in there.”

“Okay, thanks anyway,” Kurt relented, disappointed. “I’ll keep looking.”

“Anyone using the master bathroom?” Trent asked, now pointing beyond Kurt.

“No, go ahead.”

As the tanked teen in nothing but shorts passed him, Kurt continued on his way, his purpose entrenched deeper. He started walking. Quite normally, at first. But, somehow, the short corridor felt like it was taking forever. He walked a little faster. And a little faster still. Soon he was jogging. Then he broke out into a run. Skidding to a halt, he found another teen in the living room. This one was bent over the couch, with their hand jammed deep between the cushions, and unfortunately was positively male.

“Gavin,” Kurt addressed him, causing him to stand up. “Have you seen Victoria anywhere?”

“W-hayt?” Gavin stammered, his panicked brain mashing the question of ‘what’ and ‘why’ together. “I-I mean, why would you think I’ve seen her?”

In the mind of the gawky geek, images of Brandon smacking Zack in the face reigned. He still remembered that night, how angry Brandon had been, the sound of the larger teen’s fist colliding with Zack’s cheek making his ears ring. Perhaps Victoria had lied to him about the seriousness of her relationship with Kurt. Maybe they’d had a fight and he was just a **** fuck. The purpose with which Kurt ran into the room struck fear into Gavin, the pained look and irritated tone not helping to quell the feeling. But, Kurt didn’t seem to know exactly what had happened, if he was still asking where she was, so perhaps there was still time to get out without taking a punch.

“What do you mean, ‘why’?” Kurt replied, in no mood for any of his shyness. “Because you’re awake.”

“Well, um…” Gavin swallowed hard. Scratching the back of his head, he tried to think of a convincing lie.

“For fuck’s sake, Gavin, just tell me do you know where she slept last night?”

Gavin froze, the words ‘with me’ lodged in his throat. Thankfully, before he could squeak them out, a angelic voice called out to them, though it came from the kitchen rather than Heaven.

“I’m in here, Kurt.”

With one last frustrated glare, Kurt took off around the sofa. He sprinted, with the same urgency that gripped him in the hallway, almost slamming himself at full **** into the kitchen. In his desperation to find her, all care about his exhaustion, or interest in his own self health, fell to the wayside. Yet, he felt it call come back, along with a deep sense of relief as he finally laid eyes on the smiling blonde haired, green eyed beauty. Dressed in yesterdays clothes, she stood with the coffee pot in hand, pouring the dark liquid into a cup.

“I just made coffee,” she said, cheerfully, as if all was right with the world. “Do you want any?”

“No.” He slumped down onto a stool, laying his head against the cool countertop as he caught his breath. “Maybe later, when my heart stops beating so fast.”

“Aw, poor baby.” She leaned over and kissed his crown. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

I wish I could believe that, he thought to himself, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he lifted his head and said, “thank you. I’m sorry. I just woke up, and not knowing where you were, after yesterday, I just panicked.”

“It’s okay. I’m lucky to have such a vigilant defender looking out for me,” she smiled as she drank her coffee. “Though I had hoped Kendra might have distracted you from the trouble I’ve caused. No good?”

“Oh, no, Kendra was…um…it was great…”

“Just great?” Victoria laughed as if he had made a joke about the weather rather than a comment on the sexual performance of her friend. “She’ll be disappointed.”

“Well, uh, no, I mean, it was…” He sat up as he wiped his forehead. How was he sweating this much? “It’s just a bit strange talking about this stuff…with you.”

“Aw, come on, I want details,” she leaned over the counter, her breasts hanging loosely in her dress as she made a pouting face. “What did she feel like? Is she a screamer? A squirter? What position did you do it in? Doggy? No, I bet she wanted to be on top, didn’t she? Did she ride you, my stallion?”

This was definitely fucking weird, Kurt concluded. Passing him off to another woman and then asking for all the sordid little details was definitely the behavior the dark, corrupted Victoria he’d pulled out of Shawn’s influence. Was this what she’d meant by ‘remember me the way I was’ at the church yesterday, that she was returning to her manipulative, sexually-liberated ways? Perhaps it wasn’t all bad; in fact, he’d benefited quite nicely from her actions back then. So long as Shawn wasn’t in the picture, perhaps it could be a compromise. And Shawn couldn’t be in the picture. Victoria had smashed her phone in her first act of rebellion, and was without any means to contact him.

“Victoria?”

Another voice, seemingly from nowhere. But Kurt recognized the voice as Gavin’s. Victoria renewed her smile as she set down her mug.

“Hold that thought,” she told him, as she headed towards the threshold between the kitchen and the living area.

“Sorry, have you seen my phone?” He said, standing beside the dismantled sofa, every last cushion pulled away from the stitched and sewn fabric and wooden frame, confirming that his precious device wasn’t hidden anywhere in its crevices.

“No, I haven’t,” She tilted her head sympathetically, her golden blonde locks cascading down the side of her face. “Have you checked your room?”

“I was almost certain I brought it out with me, but…I was still a little out of it last night...” He sighed, thinking of the ‘Fatal Tower of Doom GO!’ app game and all the daily activities that’d went unused since yesterday. “I’ll go check there now. Thanks anyway.”

Waggling her finger at the disarray caused by Gavin’s search, she told him, “Clean this up first. Heather’ll go crazy if she comes home to find you’ve disassembled her couch.”

“Shit, yeah, right,” Gavin accepted, glancing around at the cushions, while remembering how she’d made him clean up the sofa after the last time he, and Choe, had spent the night there. “I’m on it.”

Victoria returned to the kitchen, noticing Kurt’s head begin to droop as she reached for her coffee again. “So, where were we? Kurt? KURT?”

“Wha-what?” He said, sitting up straight. “Sorry. I really didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

“See, that’s exactly the kind of information that I want to hear.” Victoria laughed lightly. “I know I said Kendra could have you for the whole night, but I didn’t think she’d take it so literally.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Kurt confessed, though he didn’t admit that his own teasing may have given her some extra incentive to prove something.

“Here, let me get you some coffee now.” She paused as she turned towards the filter pot. “Actually, how about I make us breakfast as well? You hungry?”

In response to his question, his stomach growled loudly, the mere mention of food making his body eager to refuel. Victoria chuckled again at the very clear indication, and Kurt smiled too, slightly embarrassed, and adding a rather unnecessary, “yeah, that’d be great.”

While Victoria began making breakfast, finding all the ingredients in the cupboards to make waffles, in the living room Gavin finished placing all the cushions back on the sofa. As he stepped back, and turned, fully intending to look in his bedroom for his phone, another teen entered the room. The big, black figure of Trent made Gavin pause, least of all because the last time he’d seen the other guy, his thick black cock had been balls deep inside Chloe’s ass. He opened his mouth to say hi, but nothing came out, his brain too busy debating whether he should tell the black teen what he saw, or just pretend it never happened.

For his part, Trent froze too. He saw Gavin prepare to speak, and saying nothing, but, in the presence of the other man, Trent suddenly became quite aware of how naked he was. The only piece of clothing keeping him from being completely exposed were the thin pair of knee length shorts, hiding his cock. A pair of trainers covered his bare feet as well, but it was the bareness of his chest that made Trent conscious of his partial nudity. He wasn’t insecure. As a football player, he had a nice body, all the girls told him so, and his muscles formed the faint definition of a six pack, something he wanted to keep working on. But part of him, a small part of him that he didn’t want to acknowledge wondered aloud whether Gavin thought his body was nice, or not.

He wasn’t gay, he told himself. Chloe’d proven that last night, hadn’t she? And she promised more ‘tests’. But even more than that, Trent thought back to less than half an hour earlier when he stood in the hallway, just as undressed, in front of Kurt, and he’d felt nothing. Whatever kind of attraction he was possessed with, it wasn’t towards men, but specifically Gavin. But it made the situation with the young, nerdy teen much more difficult. Trent had no idea what he should say, or how he should say it, terrified for the first time in his life of being rejected.

“Hi,” Gavin squeaked out, deciding not to mention what he’d seen last night. The atmosphere between them was already palatably awkward. He was struggling to think of anything else to say, however, the phrase ‘I saw you fuck Chloe’ repeating in his head.

“Hey man, uh…” Trent was at a loss for words as well. Even if Gavin hadn’t actually seen him and Chloe going at it, he would have seen them, sleeping in the same single bed this morning, he thought, unaware that Gavin had spent the night on the living room sofa.

“Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you,” Gavin remarked, thankful the idea had come to him. “I was wondering, could you train me?”

“T-train you?” Trent was taken aback. Gavin was a smart kid, and it was unusual for the intellectual types to ask the jocks for help. Normally it was the other way around, like Brandon needing tutoring from that Zack guy. Obviously Gavin wasn’t the most physically imposing male in the cabin, but Trent just kind of assumed that the geek and nerds of the school just didn’t care about being strong or brawny when they had book smarts. “You mean, help you bulk up?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know it’s kind of stupid…” Gavin’s cheeks blushed red. “But after yesterday, I just feel like if I’d been a little bit faster, or a little bit stronger, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped by Grace, or Shawn might have thought twice about punching me. Like I said, I know it’s stupid. I just think of the things that I could have done differently, or if it happens again.”

“Ppssssh, that’s nonsense. There’s nothing you could have done. Doesn’t matter how strong you are when someone zaps you with a taser or ties you to a chair,” Trent said with a comforting slap to the other man’s shoulder.

Gavin found that his words about the in-consequence of strength rang hollow, given how his arm stung from Trent’s rather jovial slap.

“But, listen, if you want, I can help you get fitter,” Trent continued, the opportunity to spend a little bit more time getting to know Gavin seeming unmissable. Either he’d get to know him and realize the tight back hole was the part he liked most about him, or…well, Trent, wasn’t sure he wanted to think about the other option just yet. “I usually try to get a run in every morning before breakfast. Because I was up here, I didn’t think I’d manage it, but I guess I could do a circuit through the woods, if you want to join me?”

“Yeah, that sounds fantastic. Just let me get my shoes,” Gavin agreed before dashing off.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he would have time to look for his phone. Oh, well, he thought to himself, it was bound to be somewhere in the cabin, and it wasn’t like it was going anywhere.