Something Different

My fingers went out and he backed up saying, “That’s so not fair, Cam.” I realized by the look on his face and held out my arms.

“You were jealous,” I said in his ear. I know it sounded conceded. “You didn’t like the idea of someone else doing what you do; am I wrong?”

I felt his weight, him in my arms. “If that’s what you want Cam, please don’t throw it in my face.” And he went to pull away; didn’t happen.

What in the hell did he mean by that? Now I pushed him away pulling the computer chair to the bed and motioned to the chair when he went to sit on the bed.

I watched his eyes. “Nathen,” I said looking at him. “I sucked your dick, swallowed it before I ever kissed you; that was wrong; shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorry."

“What, the fuck, are, you, talking about?” He had to ask.

“I should have never sucked you and sure as hell shouldn’t have,” And he stopped me.

“So… you have regrets?” I shook my head no.

“I have shit I need to do. I’m backing out of the garage in five. With or without you.”

The DJ’s POV

This kid had put us on the map. Lights were being installed and whoever was singing would have a spotlight shining down and be on the big screen. I called Cam asking if he would come on Friday for the re-grand-opening? What I didn’t tell him was his videos from last night were on fire.

Most of the posts that went out showed the location, him with his sister, and the hair guy. Camron Jones had no idea what was happening. The guy who owned this club said he had to be here and that’s what he told me.

I mean, the hits on YouTube, for something like this, a hundred thousand hits and climbing fast, was unheard of. On the phone, he seemed to accept and had no idea. The club was all torn up when he and his hairy friend walked in with boxes.

“I want to do the keyboard, Friday. Can we do that?” He asked, and I nodded.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked back.

“I was thinking; I just spent eleven hundred on this board and a stand.” And he waited.

“Are you trying to blackmail us?” He was starting to piss me off.

He called my bluff. “Fine! I know you are making a big deal about Friday and have even been floating my name around. Back to the car, Nate.”

“Wait.” And I motioned to the owner.

“What do you want???” I asked now having his attention as he turned.

“I want twelve hundred bucks for this shit; it can stay here if someone else wants to use it, or go home with me. I want five bucks for every head that cums through the door.” And I put my hand up.

“That is not gonna happen,” I told him hoping he’d believe it.

“Fine. Fuck you and you,” He said to us.

“NO. FUCK YOU, Punk.” And the owner smacked me in the chest.

“Look, kid. Yes, I’ve been floating your name, what do you want and what’re you bringing to the table???” He asked.

“That’s more like it.” He said.

“I’m on Twitter and all the other sites, this place could be packed on Friday or just an echo chamber depending on what I send out. How’s that for bringing something to the table?” And he turned telling Nathen they were putting the stuff back in the car.

“Wait.” My boss said.

“Wait.” He said again when CJ didn’t stop.

“Why the keyboard, Kid?” That stopped him.

He turned kind of shaking his head. “Karaoke is just singing the same thing whoever does. Do you know that those singing shows recruit people? Maybe a few from places like this; Karaoke is just that, singing the same thing with a different voice.”

“What are you talking about?” My boss asked back.

“I can do shit that might get me scouted, how do you think Justin Bieber started? YouTube, dumb ass. What would it mean for your club if I wound up on The Voice or AGT?” And he crossed his arms.

“OK, set up the keyboard and I want to hear some of your stuff.” I smiled at him.

NRDs’ POV

It pissed me off that it pissed me off. And it pissed me off more that Cam knew I was jealous, that little fuckin Carlton offering him a mouth for his perfect cock. And then when he offered to suck me off hoping I wouldn’t fuck him up, I was even more pissed.

I could tell Cam was bristled when we got to his room and him rolling his chair over so I didn’t soak his bed with my wet jeans. He wouldn’t tell me what he was doing and the five-minute limit had me on the move.

It all seemed to melt away when I was waiting in the passenger’s seat and he ran his fingers through my hair like it was something he did every day. He looked at me in the most loving way as both his hands ran through my hair. He put a finger under my chin pulling me into the most tender kiss.

I smiled back at him resting my hand on his when he put it in reverse and kept it there as he went through the gears. He was so… fuckin hot; my best friend. I told him I loved him this morning and he didn’t say it back, but his gentle kiss, his eyes when he looked at me, I knew.

His phone was between his legs and he slapped my hand away when I went to grab it. He bought a keyboard and a couple of other boxes in the car then drove to the club. “What’s going on, Cam?” I finally asked.

He just smiled asking me to carry the heaviest box and we walked in the back door. I watched my best friend who was not confrontational, didn’t usually start anything, and he was owning the conversation, I couldn’t help but smile.

This was a side of my Cam that turned me on more than his other sides. When his keys hit me in the chest falling to the floor I broke out in small laughter. “You’re gonna really let me drive your car?”

“Pick me up in three hours, NRD.” And he winked at me.

I mean my car was a clunker, the tank was the nicest thing I’d ever been behind the wheel of. Now I sat behind the wheel of his car, a Shelby Mustang. His phone was still in the seat and I will say shame ran through me when I tapped in his birthday.

Access denied. I racked my brain then smiled when I punched in my birthday and the screen lit up. I saw his Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube. My best friend, Camron Jones, was on fire. And he was going to start a bonfire Friday night.

OK, reality check. Just saying his name makes me smile to the point of dimples. CJ is hot-as-fuck, and doesn’t act like it. I have never been with a girl like I have with him and I’m sure if he had ever fucked a girl, I would know about it. Just knowing that made me smile.

I mean I sat in his car like a kid, held the steering wheel, went through the gears in my mind, and wondered what he was doing inside. I started it up like I would my own car, put it in first dumping the clutch knowing Cam would hear. I drove to the car wash.

I washed his car thinking about my best friends’ body, the contours, hard parts of his frame, the way his car felt under my hands, and it had only been a fuckin hour. I waxed it in his driveway only minutes away from the club, and Cass pulled in behind the wheel of the beast.

“What are you fuckin doing, Nathen?” She asked.

“He won’t even notice; where is he?”

“Fuck you, Cass.” And I stood up to his little sister for the first time knowing things she didn’t know I did.

“NO! Fuck you Nathen and that curved Cock of yours.”

“NO! Fuck you, and your little friends, Cassidy. You open your mouth again and You can kiss your little Countryman goodbye. I will call your Dad and make up such lies that it will go to the Supreme Court. Now go in the fuckin house and clean up the mess from breakfast.” She left without a word.

I washed the tank and didn’t bother with wax, the fuckin thing was like gloss. It had only been two hours. I picked up his phone reading shameful things girls wanted to do to him; some boys too. I checked my own Twitter and found I had a few offers of my own.

I stopped at a little store and was happy they didn’t card me. I walked the aisles thinking about him; was it too soon? Would he even like the idea? I made my purchase, smiled inwardly thinking about tonight.

From your Author:

The boys and I will spend Christmas at the ocean. I loaded the bus, including a little fiber optic tree, it is such a fucked up year. Robby sat next to me looking over from time to time. “Is Dad, ok? You let him hit you?”

“Yes I did but only because I didn’t want him arrested. Have you guys been calling him and your mom?”

“It’s hard for C, Grampy. I blocked Dads’ number months ago and I could care-fuckin-less if I ever talk to my mom again. She was never a mother to me, she was just an incubator.”

“You do know how much Grampy loves you?”

“To the moon and back, Grampy; to the moon and back.” RJC.