Something Different

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I was taking deep breathes, I was having a hot flash. I peeled my robe walking to the back deck. I was so fuckin hot; was sweating even as cold as it was. I looked at the wake behind us, and Cass put her arms around me. “You wanna jump, Ryan?” She asked. “You’ll take me with you, you know?”

“You want to push me, Cass? Cause I’ll take you with me.” I asked.

“You're still pissed at me aren’t you? Even after all these years?”

RJC

“I want Nathan to take me home,” I told myself.

“What is, Nathan, to us?” The image asked.

“Nate is everything. I love everything about him.”

“Do you? Do you, really?”

“Don’t try and fuckin confuse me.”

“Do you understand you are having a conversation with yourself????”

“I just want Nathan to take us home.”

“You hurt him?”

“I want him to take me home.” That was all I could think about.

“You don’t think I want to go home? You and your fuckin razorblade tantrum? We are looking at two ways. The first is you deny everything. The second; man up.”

I opened my eyes. “I want to go home, Grampy.”

“OK, Boy.” And he removed the restraint. “Get in the wheelchair.”

“Sir? You can’t do that.” A woman said.

“Get out of my fuckin way. I’m taking my grandson home.”

“Sir you have no right.”

“I have every right. Now get out of my fuckin way.”

“You know I love you, Nathan?” I said getting in next to him.

“You got a serious ass whooping cuming, Camron.” And he was crying.

“I know. I am so… fuckin sorry, Nate.”

“People know, Camron. Like lots of people know. There’s rumor’s that you got shot. The intranet is on fire.”

“I just want to go home, NRD.” And I rested back closing my eyes.

My eyes shot open, ‘Dad calling, “What up, Dad?”

“What the fuck have you done, Camron?” boomed in all the speakers.

We pulled into the garage. “Get out, Boy’s.” My Grampy told us.

I have no idea how long the father and son talked or about what. Nathan walked me to my room and I wondered why. “We’ll sleep in here tonight, Camron.” And he helped me out of the hospital gown.

He guided me to bed handing over a pill and I didn’t wake till noon. I walked out and saw guys in my dad’s room; I didn’t get it. I walked down the stairs and all conversation stopped. “What are the guys doing upstairs?”

I had four girls, a boy, and Nathan looking at me. Well, at my crotch “I’m hungry.” And there was laughter.

“Put some pants on, get your wallet and phone, I will take you to Jack in The Box,” Nate said to me as he pushed me back upstairs.

He handed me stuff and I put it on, wouldn’t look me in the eye, and he looked like shit. “Why are there guys in Dad’s room?”

He reached for my left arm and said I must have busted a stitch. He took me to the bathroom and undid the gauze; I saw what I’d done for the first time. “Stay here.” And he came back with my hospital bag.

He put butterfly stitches across all my real stitches, wrapped my wrist again; “I’m sorry, Nate.”

“That is the last, ‘I’m sorry,’ I want to hear, Camron.” And we walked back downstairs.

They all started yelling what they wanted and Nate threw them a bird with both hands then took my right in his left. “You gonna tell me why those guys were in my Dad’s room?” I asked him.

“They’re cleaning it, Camron.” It didn’t make sense.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you bled all over the place and the Paramedics didn’t clean up their shit. Happy?” And I told him to let me out; he was pissed at me.

“You’re gonna have to jump because I’m not pulling over.” I was ready to slug him again.

We sat in the parking lot and he handed me my tablet. “There are a hundred different rumors, Camron. People think you got shot, some think you were jumped by a gang, and others think it was a jealous lover.” I couldn’t comprehend.

I walked in and knew my shit would be cold because he was done eating; “Pull your hood up, Camron.” And I looked around then back at him.

“Do people actually think I got shot or jumped?” I asked.

“What do you think? If people don’t know, they make shit up.” And he reached over for a bite of my cold burrito.

My phone rang and my Grandfather’s picture popped up. “What up, old man?”

“Where are you, Boy? Your Grammy is on the warpath.” He sounded out of breath.

“Nate and I are getting break, well, brunch. Why?” And I looked at Nathan.

“Hand your phone to him.” It wasn’t a request.

“NO,” I told him.

“You will hand your phone to him right now or I will,” that’s right where he ran out of steam.

We were now back in the beast and Nate reached over, taking my phone. “What up, Sir?” and I listened.

“I don’t want to burst your wife’s bubble Sir, but that won’t work.” And I listened as he drove in a different direction.

“I’m taking him back to the hospital; he busted a stitch and I think maybe a few more.” And he looked at me and both of us to my left wrist with red wrapping.

“Sir? I’m pulling in now. They just need to redo a couple of stitches.” And he gave my Grandfather his number.

“Just because I have stitches in my left doesn’t mean I can’t beat the shit out of you with my right.” The shake of his head, the chuckle, and disbelief, I hate being patronized.

The guy told me he’d numb my wrist and redo the stitches; I told him I didn’t need to be numb. He looked at me then Nathan. So this would be like the Dentist telling you about Novocain and you telling him, ‘I don’t need any stinking Novocain’.

Once you say it you can’t turn back; it hurt like a motherfucker. “What do you, fuckin want now?” I asked the guy in my head.

“Ewe, that looks like it hurts.” My reflection enlightened me.

“You think? Why are you fucking with me?” I asked; I guess out loud.

“Camron?” That was Nate saying my name.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Nobody.”

“Oh? So I’m nobody, now?” That was in my head.

With my inner voice, I scolded myself. I mean this isn’t like thinking, he was right there in front of me; me. “Why are you fucking with me like this?” I asked myself.

“I’m distracting you.”

“What?”

“I must be the brightest tool out of the two of us.” My self said to me.

“I came back to distract your dumbass.”

“From what?”

“Camron, he’s done.” I knew that was Nate.

“What?” I asked out loud.

“He’s done.” And I opened my eyes.

“Not some of my best work but these won’t cum out. You got stones, CJ.” The stitcher told me.

I looked at them, now they were fuckin tucked and curled. “What are you on?” He asked.

He looked at Nate and asked the same question. “He’s not on anything,” Nathan assured.

The guy; I didn’t even look at his nametag. We locked eyes then he stabbed me in the arm with a needle. That got my attention. “What the fuck?” Came out of my mouth.

“I don’t believe it. I put a fish hook through your skin and you didn’t even flinch. I tied knots I learned in Boy Scouts, I don’t fuckin believe it.”

“Told you.” The voice in my head said.

“Told me what?” I asked.

“I was distracting you.”

“Can we go now?” I asked the guy.

“As soon as I wrap your wrist you’re good to go.” He did and Nate was driving me in the direction of my Grandparents.

He pulled in the driveway and I told him “You are a total asshole; I’m not getting out of the fuckin car.”

“Tell her that.” As Grammy came marching out.

“You are so…gonna get it, Nate.” And I meant it.

“Hey, Grams.” And I gave it my best little boy shit.

“Honey, cum in and let me look at you.” And I let her help me in the house.

“Nathan?” I asked as my Grampy took him by the arm.

I threw him my phone. “I’m going to the Club, tonight. Let it go to voicemail unless it’s a contact.” And I turned back to her.

“I’m sorry, Grammy,” I said with as much honesty as I could muster.

“Camron? Can I make you something, Honey?” She asked.

That was my, Grams. “What do you have?” I asked looking as weak as I could.

“I made an apple pie this morning.” That got my attention and she smiled at me.

“Want me to heat it up with a slice of cheese?” She asked knowing my answer.

I was kicked back; didn’t know I’d fallen asleep. Nate shook me awake. “You are not going to the club, tonight.”

“And you are who? You are telling me what, and what, I can’t do?” And my pie came out.

It was about a third of a wedge with melted cheese and a single scoop of Vanilla ice cream melting on top. “What about, Nathan, Grammy?” I asked looking at him.

I finished mine when she brought his out and I asked for my phone. I cruised it in front of him as he blew on the pie even with ice cream. “I’m going to the can,” and walked off.

Just like Nate; he left the keys in the ignition. He is so… predictable. I left him at my Grandparents. I drove home and changed, texted the club, and told Cass she could drive the beast then hopped in my Mustang.

I walked in as the line started and told the DJ what I was going to do. I would do a Q an A, let them question me, and I would be honest. I saw Cass and her friends cum in then Grammy and Grampy with Nathan between them. He looked pissed. It made me smile. You should have taken the keys.

I had a plan last night, go from corny and comic to the other extreme. I wasn’t a ‘new song’ kid, didn’t try and do shit I couldn’t. I wanted to show what I could do but first and foremost, I needed to be honest.

There were cheers as I put on my headphones with the mic attached. I turned back to the crowd and lifted my shirt so they could all see, “I wasn’t shot.” I started and pulled the left ear so I could hear.

“As a very close person told me; I’m a dumbass.” And with a raised arm I let everyone see the gauze around my wrist.

“What happened?” A kid asked.

“Before I tell you I want all of you to hear me. Me, we, are not alone. I did something that was stupid, that got me this bracelet.” And I showed them again.

“Who did that to you,” Another asked.

“I did it to myself because I’m a dumbass. I, we, all have people who love us.” And I looked at Nathan standing between my Grandparents.

“Last night I did some things I am not proud of. I should have never pulled those girls out and shouldn’t have pulled Carlton out. And I sure as hell shouldn’t have put Nathan on the spot. I apologize to all of you.”

“What are you saying?” I heard from the crowd.

“I’m saying that we all have someone. We are not alone. I could have and should have leaned on them. If I had I might not be wearing this bracelet now.” Again holding up my left arm.

The DJ just started the music; I wasn’t gonna fuck with these kids tonight. I saw Nathan try to walk away and my Grampy put a grip to his neck. “Let me be your hero,” I whispered pulling the headset back over my ears.

“Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Would you run and never look back, Nate? I know you would cry if you saw me crying, and would you save my soul tonight?”

I was on the brink of tears. Nathan knew it. I walked to him until we were face to face. I talked to him. “Would you tremble if I touched your lips?” And I touched his with a finger; tears streaming over my cheeks.

“Would you laugh, oh please tell me this? Would you die, for the one you love, hold me in your arms tonight?” I had reduced him to tears.

I finished walking back to the stage and there was no applause. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I turned back to the crowd. Then it happened. The place erupted and I continued to cry. How fuckin embarrassing?

I wasn’t the only one, Nate, and my grandparents were as well, and Cass had her hand on Nate’s shoulder. Like I’ve said, I only do what I can do. I moved back to the keyboard and started a song I hadn’t done in months.

It was part of my playlist and I controlled that. The Club knew as well as I that kids came because of me, and I’d developed a following. I saw true concern in eyes thinking I’d been shot. Others wondering if I had been jumped, and more wondering about a jilted lover.

And there he was again. “What do you want now?” I asked myself.

“I don’t know if you realize, this is a moment.” And I played the intro.

“What are you talking about?” I asked myself.

“You have an impact and an opportunity, look at those faces, make it or break it.”

“What?” I asked myself.

“You are dumber than fuck,” I said to me. “Yes you are,” He said back.

I realized I had been playing the same intro for a while. The crowd had started a mumble and I was one again with myself.

“What are you talking about?” I asked me.

“You have such a one-track mind,” I said back.

“Come on. I am not the only one who thinks there’s no way out. This could be our shot.”

“Our shot at what?” I asked myself.

“We have a goal, don’t we? You want to be on one of those fuckin shows, don’t you?”

The Marmalades, ‘Reflections of My Life’. “The changing of sunlight to moonlight; Reflections of my life. Oh, how they fill our eyes.”

It wasn’t as well-received but there was thunderous applause as those my age understood what getting older really meant.

The surprise came when I did two from, ‘Bars and Melody’. I don’t know what it is? These two must have had great managers because they seemed like boyfriends but attracted a huge fan base.

This is what I was going for, the girls wanting me as much as the boys. I mean if my ‘cum, fuck, you, eyes charged; I’d have made a lot.

And then I finished with ‘The Bangles.’ “Close your eyes and give me your hand, handsome.” And I looked at him.

“Do you feel my heart beating; do you understand? Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming?” Nate was like five rows back and the camera found the face I was looking at.

“Is this burning an eternal flame? I believe it’s meant to be, Nathan; I watch you when you are sleeping, you belong with me. Do you feel the same?” And I moved around.

“Close your eyes, Nathan, give me your hand, Handsome. Can you feel my heart beating?” And I pulled his hand to my chest.

“Do you feel the same? Close your eyes and give me your hand, am I only dreaming, is this burning an Eternal Flame?” Then the real show started

Nathan had dimples so big marbles would have fallen out. I walked up running fingers through his curls and we were on the big screen and another thunderous applause. I saw the name, Cass, on the screen.

“My Brother is an absolute applause whore.” She said with a mic; she emphasized every word. And there was laughter.

“Yes, he, Camron Jones, is my little brother. Get over it, bitches. And as much as it pains me, I need him down here again. Cam?” She smiled so big her eyes almost closed.

I had no fucking Idea walking from the crowd to the stage again. “My brother and I have done shit together for years. Our parents are lost in the seventies.” And she shrugged.

I understood as the music started, it was on me. “Little Sister.” And pointed at her. “Turn around.” I started walking up behind.

“Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, cause you’re never cuming round.” That was her.

“Turn around.” And I saw my sister in a different light.

“Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all our years have gone by.” That was her.

“Turn around.” I sang and she understood turning to look at me.

“Turn around, bright eyes, turn around” This was my little sister who I loved and hated with equal passion.

“Every now and then I fall apart, CJ. And if you only hold me tight, we’ll be holding on forever. I need you more tonight.” There was a fuck of a lot of shit happening.

I stepped next to her, my little sister, and pulled her under my right-wing. I was sorry for what I’d done. I was smiling but tears ran down my cheeks. My little sister has had night terrors since when we were young. When we were young I seemed to be the only one who could calm her. It was just the way it was.

“And I need you now tonight. And I need you more than ever if you only hold me tonight. We’ll be holding on forever.” I thought about all those nights.

Some nights when the terrors were bad, she would find her way to my bed and every night after till she could sleep in her own bed. A couple of weeks ago she found my bed again but Nathan was next to me. I did as I always had; wrapped her in my wing.

“Once upon a time I was falling in love, now we’re only falling apart. Nothing I can say but a total eclipse of my heart, Camron. A total eclipse of my heart.” And we were done.

For those who didn’t know this hot little thing was my sister, others knew. We walked the crowd with my hand in her back pocket until Nathan came over. “Wanna do another,” she asked looking at both of us?

“What you got in mind, Cass?” We asked.

“You just came out to the world, Cam. Like it or not. You outed both of you.”

“I did not. I didn’t cum out to everyone.” I defended.

“You just keep saying that to yourself.”

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“We were all kids Cass. I don’t even think I could hold a grudge for forty years. It didn’t change anything and nothing would be different today if it hadn’t.” I took a deep breath.

“My son knows now.”

“Knows what?” She asked.

“He knows what Parker knows.”

“Oh. How?”

“Little Robby has it too. I told him to share with Dustin last night.”

“Oh.” That was all she said and her hands went under my robe.

“Where we going, doll,” I asked the only person I thought would tell me the truth.

“We’re going to Cedar’s. Mark already scheduled the surgery.” And her hands found my shaft. “No one can see,” she said.

“Fuck; Cass.” And I surprisingly hardened.

“No one can see, Ryan.” And she undid my robe. I was three quarters hard; harder then I’d been in a while.

She jacked me, It’s been so…fuckin long. “Honey? I don’t know if I can?” I told her.

“We do have a doctor on board, you know.” And she spit in her hand.

“I should have fuckin married you, you know? Fuckin Robby.” She started. And now with her spit as lube, she got my attention.

“I can’t tell you how much I love you, Cass,” I told her. “If the timing would have been different.” And now I was hard.

“No one can see; let it go, let it go, Chancellor.” And I did.

She jacked me through one and tried to pull another before I pulled her cum soaked hand. She turned me in my robe and took my hand. I was still hard and hadn’t been like this in years; like lots of years.

In the birth Rob and I fucked her in a lifetime ago, she looked down at me, “You know you’re gonna be my fourth husband, right?”

And she sank down on me. Cass was so…tight, this was something I never thought of and it had been so… long.

“God Chance, you’re big.” She said sliding down my shaft.

“You said that before, Doll,” I told her blue eyes.

“Cassidy, why are you fucking me?” I needed to know.

She moved on me; pulled up and pushed back hard. I knew when she pulled off and moved forward a little. Fuck me into next week. It has been years; I mean decades. She held me and I knew when she lowered down. “You’re so… fuckin big, Ryan.”

“Why Cass?” I needed to know.

I knew my dick was in her ass, I could tell. As she rode me slow, “You know how fuckin handsome, you are,” she asked bottoming down.”

“Cass? Why are you doing this?” And she sat down on me proper.

“It was supposed to be fun, Ryan. I mean yes, there was a plan, but everything changed.” She rested on my cock and looked at me.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I don’t know if she said it or if it was me.

“Are you gonna ride me till I cum, or what?” I really needed to know. She leaned down and kissed me.

It has been so… long. I mean fucking. “What do you want from me, Cass?” I needed to know.

“I want to feel it like the last time.” And she went to work.

“I was just a kid then.” And I felt my balls swell as she worked me.

She leaned back and my thumb found her other wet hole and pinched the swollen clit between two fingers. “Why do you like it in the ass, Cass?” I asked.

“You ask too many questions, Chancellor.” And she rode me long and hard.

“I’ll give to you, paper and pins, if that’s the way our love begins, Cass. If you will marry, marry, marry; if you will marry me.

“I will not accept your paper and pins, cause that’s not how our love begins, Chancellor. And I won’t marry, marry, marry; I won’t marry you.”

“I’ll give to you buttons and bows, Cass. If that is how our love will grow. If you will marry, marry, marry; if you will marry me.”

“Will you just shut up and let me enjoy this, Ryan?” And she doubled down on my cock.

“I’ll give to you a big fine car if you will promise you won’t go far; if you will marry, marry, marry; if you will marry me.”

She was now slowly riding my dick that hadn’t been this hard for a while. “I won’t accept your big fine car because I can’t promise I wouldn’t drive far; now will you shut the fuck up?”

I flipped her never losing contact, pulled her legs over my shoulders, and buried my dick in her ass. “I’ll give to you the key to my heart, Chancellor. That we will marry and never part. If you will marry, marry, marry; if you will marry me?”

She had no way of knowing, my dick softened. That is what Robby always told me, ‘you hold the key to my heart, Rye.’