The Ballad of Jason and Elijah

Chapter 2.2: The Cabin in the Woods by the Lake

Jeff hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to party hard. Sadly, he was out after only three beers. We hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet!

“So…” Jason looks over to me.

“Ha!” I scoff. “Don’t look at me, I’m not gonna do it.”

“Oh, come on!”

“Hey, he’s your friend, you clean up his mess.” I throw myself onto the couch and cross one leg over the other, making clear that I really don’t intend to help.

“You serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. Well, maybe that one time when I auditioned for the role lead dancer in Mr. Darren’s dance production of Dance with Me Tonight! and lost to Ladyboy Samuel, but this is a similar situation. Your friend, your responsibility.”

“Would you at least mop up the puke?”

“Ugh, fine!”

Jason rolls Jeff unto his back and proceeds to take him by the pits and drag him to the bathroom, where I hear the shower coming on and Jeff letting out a started yelp, followed by Jason trying to calm him down. “You’re okay, Jeffrey, my boy,” I hear Jason say from behind the closed door. “Just let me clean you up, okay?”

Jeffrey mumbles something unintelligible.

“Yeah, I love you too, buddy.”

I snicker as I go about my own task, which takes all but a few minutes and I throw myself back on the couch. I hear sobs coming from the bathroom and Jason consoling Jeff in a hushed tone. I must say that I am very surprised at what a good friend Jason actually is.

“She doesn’t deserve you, okay, buddy? You hear me?” Jason says.

“Uhu,” Jeff slurs, “but… But you too, bro…”

“What? No, I’m fine.”

“Nah, bro… That bitch Amy is poison.”

My ears prick up at the mention of Amy Dawson’s name and I find myself sneaking to the bathroom and pressing my ear against the door.

“She’s okay, I g—”

“Nah, bro, you’re not… you’re not hearing me...”

“I’m hearing you perfectly fine. Now, shut up, you lousy drunk.”

“Okay, bro,” Jeff sighs, “you’re a good friend, Jason.” I can hear his voice breaking. “I don’t deserve you either,” he sobs and my heart breaks a little. Seeing Jeff, usually upbeat and always ready for a good joke Jeff, in this pathetic state, makes me hate that bitch Elaine McAllister. Jeff and I may not be the closest (or any kind) of friends, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care for his wellbeing. Elaine has broken him and it may take a while for him to pick up the pieces. Having Jason by his side, will make that process easier.

Bless his beautiful heart.

“No, you don’t,” I hear Jason chuckle, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon you in your time of need. Now, take of your shirt.”

“Whoa, bro,” Jeff slurs jokingly, “at least buy me… buy me dinner first…Hehe…” I hear him gag and throw up.

“Okay, buddy, let it all out,” Jason coos, “let all that poison out.”

Jeff coughs and spits. “Oh, shit… I puked all over you, bro.”

“It’s okay, man, I’ll clean myself up after I’m done with you. Now, come on, off with that shirt, there we go.”

“The water is cold,” Jeff complains.

“I know, buddy, I know.”

“I love you, Jason, man.”

“I love you too, Jeff, now hush and take off your pants.”

“Okay.”

The rest goes smoothly as Jason sings to Jeff and Jeff tries his best to sing along, but fails miserably, which causes the both of them giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls. It soothes my soul to know that Jason is such a nurturing person and a good friend. Which confirms my suspicions of him hiding his emotions behind a wall of sarcasm and borderline narcissism.

“There, all clean,” Jason announces. “You think you can stand?”

“I… I’ll try… Yeah, I’m good… whoops, no I’m not!”

“I got you, bro, just lean on me.”

“When you’re not strong,” Jeff sings loudly.

“Okay, buddy…”

“And I’ll be your friend,” Jeff continues, “I’ll help you carry on!” It takes a while before Jeff finishes the song, backed by Jason and I hear them coming towards the door.

I manage to scurry away like the filthy rodent I am and throw myself on the couch before they both emerge from the bathroom. Their hair damp and Jason soaking wet, a yellowish stain on his wet shirt, but Jeff squeaky clean, a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

“Good night, ‘Lijah!” he says a bit too loud.

“G’night, Jeff, sleep thight, ‘kay?”

“Got it, gay bro.”

And the two disappear into the bedroom, where there is another short exchange of intimacy and ‘I love you, bro’s, before Jason comes back out and carefully closes the door, but only halfway. He signals to me that he’s going to take a shower, motioning to his puke stained wife beater, to which I nod.

Moments later he comes back out wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. It’s obvious that he’s not wearing any underwear, because I am made aware of his limp dick bumping against the fabric with every step he takes. Even when limp the size of his penis wowed me.

He flops next to me and sighs deeply. He smells of Irish Spring, Axe spray and, just a hint of musk, a very intoxicating mix of man scent that sends the blood rushing to my groin.  I am sitting with my legs folded under me, successfully concealing the growing erection.

“Sorry about that,” Jason says after a brief silence and I catch a whiff of minty freshness. The rat bastard brushed his fucking teeth!

“Dude, it’s okay,” I assure him.

There is another silence in which I take in our surroundings.

The cabin was built by my grandfather on my father’s side many years ago. He bought the piece of land for an arm and a leg from a contractor, who wanted to turn the entire area into a residential. The contractor only managed to succeed halfway, because now only the Westside of the lake was littered with a few houses and cabins, the other side was completely empty and overgrown with fauna.

After my grandfather’s passing, the cabin, along with a small fortune, was inherited by my father. My dad invested part of his inheritance in some social media website (not Facebook) and after the success of his investment, the amount was quantified by God knows how much, so that my mother and I could be financially secure, should he ever depart this life.

The cabin has received many repairs and necessary upgrades over the years, making it the perfect getaway. When we were of legal age Jason and I were granted the freedom to come here whenever we liked, as long as we didn’t burn the place to the ground, in which we nearly succeeded at least twice.

It isn’t overly large, but not small either. When you walk in through the front door, you immediately wind up in the living room, located in the southwest corner, furnished with: a three piece sofa, the largest of which facing the thirty-two-inch flat screen TV, which is positioned against the wall above the fireplace; a glass coffee table, now littered with empty beer cans and a half eaten pizza, which stands on a rug with an embroidery of intricate patterns; and another table with a vase of withering flowers standing under one of the three windows in the room, the other two being positioned next to the fire place and the front door, respectively. Speakers, hooked up to a stereo system hidden in a closet next to the fireplace, are located in all four corners of the living room. The walls are decorated with paintings by various unknown artists (David was an art nut) and family photos, dating back to when my grandfather came here with his own family. At some point mom had taken all the pictures of my dad down, because she found it hard to cope with him constantly smiling down at her every time we came here, but gradually she got over it (when she met David) and the pictures went back up. Luckily, David didn’t mind.

If you come in through the back door, you wind up in the kitchen, located in the northeast corner, which is equipped with only the essentials: refrigerator, stove, dining table, and one tall five story cupboard, containing all of the kitchen utensils, plates, cups, mugs, pots and pans, with the household goods on the bottom shelf.

In the northwest corner of the cabin, there is one bedroom (where Jeff is sleeping in now and where Jason and I slept when we came here with the parents) and in the southeast corner, there was the master bedroom (where my parents slept and where Jason and I would probably be sleeping tonight). Both rooms have a king-sized bed, a nightstand on each side, and a wardrobe big enough to hide three dead bodies, if necessary.

Located between the northern bedroom and the kitchen was the bathroom, complete with bathtub, shower stall, a cabinet for toiletries above the sink, and a toilet (of course). A door leads to the washing room, where you’ll find the fully automatic washing machine, equipped with a built in dryer.

A few yards from the house, right next to the path that leads to the lake, grandfather had built a shack, which held a variety of gardening tools, a lawn mower, a water stained (at least, I think it’s water) mattress, a few yards of barbed wire, an array of mechanic’s tools and the fuse box.

I remember that time when I brought my first boyfriend to the cabin, about two or three years ago. Eric, was his name. He was a bit older than I was, maybe twenty-six or twenty-seven and I was nineteen. He was superhot, a self-proclaimed machofucker, who never took it up the ass, and above all a grade-A asshole.

I was young(er) and stupid and failed to see the warning signs, fooled by his charming ways and dazzling smile. I had known him for two months when I decided to take our relationship to the next level: I was going to offer him my virginity. He took the offer almost immediately, feigning reluctance by saying things like, “Are you sure, babe?” or “I don’t want you to rush into anything,” ensnaring me in his vastly growing web of lies.

I, being the young and stupid teenager that I was, was convinced that it had been the happiest day of my life, so I took him to the cabin in the woods by the lake, where he fucked me in every which way possible, on every available surface. And when I say every surface, I mean every surface! By the time he was finished with me, my butt hole was as sore as it had ever been, filled with, what felt like, gallons of cum, but I was in heaven and didn’t care. I was in love with this beautiful man and he was in love with me (or so I thought).

In the aftermath of our non-stop fucking I made the mistake to whisper, “I love you,” in his ear. That’s probably when his personal security system was on red alert. “Abort, abort,” I imagine the little Erics in his head must have been screaming. “Abort mission, initiate self-destruct sequence!” they were screaming, then the female robotic voice took over, “This relationship will self-destruct in five, four, three, two, one…”

“Thanks, babe,” he said, pecked me on the cheek and “KATHOOM!” was the sound our relationship made as Eric dropped a nuclear bomb, blowing those three little words to smithereens.

My heart just about broke into a million pieces at that moment. But I didn’t want him to see that I expected him to say it back, so I just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. Unconsciously I was still hoping that he was joking and was going to tell me that he loved me, but it never came. Instead, he started talking about his upcoming birthday and giving me hints as to what he wanted, all very expensive gifts. That’s when everything started making sense to me.

He fucked me again the next morning, his sizeable penis squishing and sloshing away at my cum-filled hole, making me moan and scream for more, my nails digging into his back, with him holding me tight and kissing my neck, moaning loudly in my ear as he came again, adding to my already drenched boy pussy. And as he collapsed on top of me and promptly fell asleep, I let the tears flow freely.

I broke up with him a few days later, when I caught him with his legs in the air, a big black stallion of a man pounding into him with strong ferocious thrusts. Oh, you should’ve heard Eric scream at the top of his lungs! I just sort of stood there in shock, watching this all go down until the black man turned his head and saw me standing there.

“Shit,” he said and yanked his massive dong, slick with Eric’s ass juices, out of the gaping hole. “The fuck is this?”

Eric looked at me, his eyes as wide as I had ever seen them. “Uhm… I… That’s my… little brother…”

Tears welled up in my eyes and I heard myself say, “Goodbye, Eric,” then I walked away, stopping only when I heard the black man say, “We gon’ finish this or what?” to which Eric replied, “Yeah, baby, fuck me with that big black cock,” followed by a loud moan as he was probably split in half. Machofucker, my ass!

Jason says something to me.

“What?” I ask, snapping out of my trance.

“I said, are you okay? You were gone for like ten minutes.”

“Oh, I was just… thinking…”

“About Eric?”

“Yeah…”

“I have just the remedy for that.” He jumps off the coach and disappears into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of Jose Cuervo, two shot glasses, a bowl of salt and a bunch lemon slices on a porcelain plate.

“Ah, the I-don’t-know-what-happened-last-night-starter kit. You know me so well,” I say jokingly.

“Also the I’d-rather-not-be-thinking-about-my-ex-starter kit. I pay attention every now and then,” Jason says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Warning: high dosages are guaranteed to result in hangovers and probable walks of shame.”

“Gimme! Gimme!” I giggle.

Smiling, he obliges and pours us both a glass. He sprinkles some salt on the bridge of his hand and holds his glass up. “To better things!” he announces.

“To better things!”

“Bottoms up!” he says and half a bottle later, “Let’s do body shots!”

“Hell yes!”

Jason decides to go first. “Where do you want me to sprinkle the salt?”

“Wherever you like,” I slur, my head swimming.

“Take off your shirt and lay back.” I do as I’m told and he sprinkles a line of salt between my abs, from above my naval to halfway up my torso. Without warning I feel his wet tongue dip into my navel and drag across my stomach, scooping up every grain of salt. The sensation makes me gasp. Jason takes his shot and sucks on the lime. “Fuck, yeah!” he whoops and grins.

“Okay, my turn. Sit down.” He sits back down next to me and I immediately bend over and slick his left nipple with my tongue. It’s his turn to gasp and I smile up at him, then I take pinch of salt and apply it to the desired spot, all the while looking him deep in his eyes. I don’t even break eye contact when I bend over again and lap at his nipple, taking my time gathering all the salt, and in the same process making him moan softly. I take my shot and suck on the lime. “Delicious.”

Jason’s breathing is shallow now and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, despite the coolness of the cabin. He swallows hard. “Fuck, that was hot,” he says softly.

“It was,” I agree with a grin.

We then decide that we’ve had enough alcohol for the night. There’s still weed to smoke! Jason retrieves the joint from somewhere between the cushions. “This,” he says holding the rolled up marijuana in front of my face, “is premium shit…  Not to be taken light—”

“Shut up and blaze it, dickhead,” I interrupt him.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, faggot,” he shoots back.

The silence that follows is a short one. And then we both burst out in laughter. In any other situation, his comment would have stung, but at this moment, I really don’t care. Neither does Jason. Señor Jose is doing his job well, as always.

Jason lights the joint and takes the first hit, then passes it to me. We pass it back and forth between the two of us like a two dollar whore, until all that’s left is the burnt filter. We’re both shirtless and drifting on Cloud 9, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing. There are two pizza boxes on the floor somewhere in the room and two empty bottles of Mountain Dew. Jason wasn’t lying, that was some premium shit.

“Dude,” Jason says.

“What?” I ask.

“Azula.”

“What about her?” A few months back Jason had introduced me to Avatar: The Last Airbender, no, he had forced it on me and I fucking loved it. “Still think she’s hot?”

“No, she’s crazy and needs to go down,” he answers in his best Iroh imitation and bursts out in uncontrollable laughter. I literally scream with laughter and fall off the couch, holding my aching stomach and trying desperately to catch my breath and laughing so hard that my cheeks start to ache.

“But what were you gonna tell me?” I ask after we’ve calmed down.

“Oh, yeah, Azula. Like, she’s a firebender, right?”

“Uh huh?”

“And her fire is like blue.”

“Yeah?”

“And the Spanish word for blue… is azul.”

I look at him wide-eyed and let out a long gasp, my hands on my cheeks a la Deadpool, another thing he’d forced on me. “Azul,” I say. “Azul-a!”

“Yeah.” Jason nods.

“Bruh!”

“I know.”

“That’s fucking genius!”

“I know!”

As I let the acquired information sink in, there is another long, but pleasant silence. I glance at Jason from the corner of my eyes. He’s sitting in a slouching position with his eyes closed. I watch his chest rise and fall, his abs rippling with every breath he takes. I bite my lip and groan softly.

“I have a confession,” Jason says suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“I saw that you were hard the other day.”

“Huh.”

“So was I.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. Trust me, I checked.”

“Jockstrap.”

“I see…”

Another long silence.

“Truth or dare,” I say more to myself than to him.

“What?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Okay, uhm, truth.”

“Are you happy with Amy Dawson?” I ask immediately.

“No,” Jason replies almost immediately.

“Then why are you still with her?”

“That’s not how this game works.” Jason smiles at me. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“If I’d ask you to give me a lap dance, would you do it?” It comes out so seamlessly and I’m taken aback by the shamelessness of the question. What the fuck kind of question is that? I mean, I can’t have been imagining the sexual tension that’s been hovering over us this entire time, but still, for him to ask me such a question comes as a shock.

“Would you want me to give you a lap dance?” I ask.

“That’s not how this game w—”

“Do you want me to give you a lap dance?” I ask firmly.

Jason swallows hard, but doesn’t answer. My eyes drift to his crotch to find a decently sized bulge forming there. Hmm, the mere thought of receiving a lap dance from me is more than enough to get him good and hard. That’s the only answer I need.

I stand up and walk over to the stereo system cabinet. I make sure to give him a little preview, bending over slowly to open the doors and making a show of squatting down. I don’t have to look at him to know that he’s watching me intently. I can almost feel his eyes burning holes into my ass. Before long, Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth and Meghan Trainor is ricocheting from speaker to speaker. I find this song to be extremely sexy and it always gets me in the mood.

The show starts with me sensually rolling my hips to the rhythm of the music, while making graceful hand movements. I then drop into a front split and shift my legs so I am then on the floor in side split, my chest to the carpet and my back arched, my butt slightly lifted off the floor and my eyes never leaving his. I tuck my legs under me and slowly crawl towards him, placing my hands on his knees and pushing them apart. I stand up between his legs, my hands now on his shoulders and step out from between them, my own legs now on either side of his. Then I plant my knees in the couch, straddle his crotch, and dry hump the shit out of him, grinding my veiled erection against his and looking him straight in his lust filled eyes. And all this to the beat of the music.

His breathing is shallow and his hands move to cup my buttocks, but I react lightning fast, grab hold of his wrists and pin his hands behind his head. “No hands,” I whisper in his ear, giving it a quick lick and I feel him shudder.

“Fuck,” he whispers back.

In this position I’m lifted of his lap with my chest in his face and my tenting poking him in the belly button. I move my hips back and forth, systematically fucking his navel with the tip, causing him to gasp and moan against my chest, his breath brushing against my piping hot skin. Trusting that he won’t use hands again, I release them and reclaim my place in his lap, where I grind up a storm, which makes us both moan and gasp with pleasure.

Jason gasps something.

“What was that?” I ask, not letting up.

“Kiss me,” he gasps again.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice! I grab hold of his face and attack his mouth with mine, our tongues lashing at each other, fighting for dominance. His mouth tastes of pizza and tequila and weed and the vaguest hint of mint. The combination drives me crazy! The amount of spit we slush back and forth between our hungry mouths is so quantitative, that it drips from the corners onto our naked torsos.

I feel Jason’s hands on my ass, guiding my grinding motions and intensifying the pleasure for the both of us. “Fuck, Elijah,” he sighs in my mouth and I know that he must be getting close.

And then we hear a thud coming from Jeff’s room. I slowly pull away from Jason’s mouth, a string of spit still attaching the tips of our tongues, and turn my head towards the room, severing the connection. I look back at Jason. “I think Jeff’s awake,” I say with a smile.

This is confirmed when Jeff stumbles into the living room, his face obscured by his hair. He just sort of stands there for a while and says nothing. Then he doubles over and sprays the floor with what I hope is the last of his stomach’s content. Well, that definitely kills the mood, because Jason and I are both instantly soft.

“I’ll get the mop,” I say and lift myself off Jason’s lap, but he forces me back down, grabs the back my head and pulls me into a kiss. A deep, wet, tongue twisting kiss, that leaves me a bit breathless.

“I’ll get Jeff,” he softly says, stroking my blushing cheek.

*   *   *

The return trip is peacefully quiet with our hair blowing in a pleasant breeze and the setting sun providing us with a beautiful display of orange, red and yellow. We’re listening to the radio instead of a CD, trying to avoid a repeat of yesterday’s tragedy. Nobody wants that.

I seek Jason’s eyes in the rearview mirror and find them smiling at me. I also see the desire to finish what we started, but couldn’t, because of Jeff’s sudden interruption. I didn’t hold it against the poor guy, but he had ruined a perfectly good moment between the two of us. And neither of us had gotten off!

It had been impossible to get Jason to myself after he put Jeff back to bed, since the latter didn’t want to sleep alone and pleaded for his best buddy to share the bed with him. Jeff was the first to wake up the next morning and called us wimps for not being able to keep up with him. Jason, who had slept next to Jeff just grunted a reply and continued sleeping. I had crashed on the couch and managed to throw a “Fuck you, Jeff!” in Jeff’s direction. I was also aware of the painful throbbing in my pants.

I woke up at around eleven and Jason waltzed into the kitchen at around one o’ clock, looking sexy as all hell. It should be impossible for a guy to look this good after a night of booze, weed, and babysitting. When he grumbled a good morning, I almost lost it. It was the sexiest sound ever! I caught myself wondering what his morning breath smelled like… Yeah, I know, it’s a weird thing to think, but I couldn’t help myself! I poured him a cup of coffee and he thanked me in that deep gruff morning voice of his as he downed it in one gulp.

To snap out of last night’s happenings, the three of us went down to the lake and had ourselves a nice, long, relaxing swim in the cool water, splashing about like the little kids we were at heart. Whenever Jason and I thought that Jeff wasn’t looking, we’d grope at each other and when Jeff climbed out of the water to have a smoke on the peer, Jason took my hand, pulled me underneath that very same peer and actually kissed me, knowing that Jeff wouldn’t see us.

“Jason, I…”

“Shhh… just enjoy it…”

And we stood there in shallow water the under the peer, making out like a bunch of lovesick teenagers, until we heard Jeff calling our names. I pulled away, but Jason would have none of it, pulling me back and kissing me deep, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He grumbled into my mouth and I replied with a moan from the deepest depths of my being. Jeff called out to us again and Jason finally released me, but before allowing me to leave our hiding place first, he gave me few more pecks. He pulled me back when I moved away and gave me another.

“One for the road,” he whispered, a look of I don’t know what in his blue eyes.

I was in awe. I was in shock… Fuck, I was in love…! And I could swear that I saw the same in Jason’s eyes. He smiled at me and finally let me go.

Jason tears his eyes away from mine and focuses on the road.

And I smile to myself.

This trip has opened our eyes. The knowledge that we both want each other, has also opened the door to many sexually charged nights, which mostly involved Jason’s big dick and my willing hole.

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Synopsis for Escalation? Climax! (The Ballad of Jason and Elijah #3)

After the bro trip, Jason and Elijah just can’t seem to find the space to have a real go at each other. Their parents don’t seem to want to leave the house and Jeff keeps popping in for a visit. And to make matters worse? Amy Dawson demands Jason’s full attention! Jason and Elijah are frustrated by all this, but they remain patient. Their parents’ anniversary is coming up soon…