The boy could fuck. His appetite was insatiable and what they say about the quiet ones being wild in bed wasn’t far off. Once he got a taste of what I could give him, there wasn’t any location, time or place that was off limits. From sneaking away to the bathrooms at school to risky rendezvous’ at Zarahemla, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Even though I could feel there was a part of him that still hated himself, he didn’t deny his body what it longed for.
We settled into a routine quicker than either of us expected. I was surprised at how easy it was to be with him. I’d always assumed that once my goal was met, it would take work to keep him coming back but he seemed to genuinely want to spend time with me, even when we weren’t fucking. For the first time since I could remember, I actually slept at night. I didn’t pace, go check on the guys or venture to the clubs.
My father was out of town and since the weather was so damn cold, the guys were hanging out at my house rather than Zarahemla. We were all stoned, playing video games when Rick got a call from Jessica and went outside to talk. When he didn’t come back in for a while, I went to check on him. I found him on the back patio smoking. Living up on the benches of the Wasatch Mountains provided my house with a killer view of the entire city. Glancing to the left, I could just barely make out his roof several houses away shielded by the trees and the nighttime. Directly below my back yard was Jeremy’s, our hill overgrown with shrub oak slopped down till it met the fence that separated our properties. I followed his yard with my eyes until I found his room. He’d text me letting me know he wasn’t going to be able to make it. I wondered what was going on in his little world below mine that kept him from being where he was supposed to be.
“Everything okay?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around Rick from behind, gently pulling him to the side of the house with me.
“Fine,” he said, smashing out his smoke as we went. “She just wanted to say hi.” My lips descended on his, listening carefully for any noise coming from the back door. “I was hoping you’d come find me.” He whispered as I bit down gently on his neck. Being around the side of the house would allow me the chance to disengage from any compromising position we might get ourselves into before anyone would find us.
“Is that why you stayed out here in the cold so long?”
“I figured you could warm me up.”
“I’ll do more than warm you up.” Knowing time was precious; I aggressively pulled at his pants, wanting immediate access. He wasted no time helping with mine. However, my instincts were finely tuned and at the slightest sound I pushed him back gently against the wall and raised my finger to my lips to keep him quiet. As I yanked up my pants and buttoned them with one hand, I found a smoke, snapped it three quarters the way down and lit it, just as I stepped around the corner to find Andy lighting up his smoke.
I leaned quietly against the wall, noting that he hadn’t seen me appear. When he finally caught site of me in his peripheral vision, a double take and a startled breath clued me that he was indeed surprised to see me.
“I wondered where you went to.” He said smoothly. “Is Rick out here?”
“Haven’t seen him.” I blew the smoke out of my nostrils.
“Didn’t he come out here to talk to Jessica?”
“Bet he decided to go next door and bang her. Bet ‘cha we don’t see him again tonight.” He laughed knowingly.
I didn’t respond, letting him take his story where he wanted. It was a close call but I was the master of avoiding close calls with my father. I hoped Rick overheard what Andy had said and would take off. It was as good as an alibi as any and I knew damn well he’d be back in my bed as soon as the guys left. This was our new normal.
Title: Violence Begets
Author: PT Denys
Genre: YA LGBT Fiction
After a tragic accident devastates his family, 16-year-old Rick St. James starts his junior year of high school without any friends in a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. When he meets Kevin Vincent, he’s too distracted by the promise of new friends to see that Kevin has secrets of his own.
Having created an environment where he’s feared and admired by his classmates, Kevin finds pleasure in using his good looks and violence to control and manipulate those around him. Secretly, he cruises the gay club scene, turning tricks to earn money so he can party and get high.
As Rick’s dad becomes increasingly violent and abusive at home, the two form a surprising and volatile trust. In this battle of wills, their precarious friendship will either keep their lives from blowing up around them or possibly light the fuse that will cause the explosion.
PT never imagined she’d actually publish a book. But, the story of Violence Begets… haunted her for over 20 years, and the lives of Kevin and Rick had to be shared.
In addition to writing a sequel, she divides her time between family, work, attending theater and reading.
Above all else she loves being a mother to 2 amazing daughters (a teenager and a baby).
PT believes that no one deserves to be intentionally hurt (physically or emotionally) by another. She also believes that behind nearly every bully is a story.
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