ERIC MAXWELL

A week without the man around actually made me realized something off with my life. I felt incomplete... empty. I don't know because after married he for almost two months meant I had been sleeping with someone, sharing a same bed and some private moments.

The same feeling I'd never feel when I was with Frank. Ignoring the strange feeling I continued painting the current artwork. However, the strange feeling in me affected the colour I put on the canvas to my horror. I tried my best ignoring it. The canvas as if my personal diary that I had chosen to share with people. It's only up to them if they can decipher the meaning behind it or not.

The reason why I was so attracted to the arts, mainly because I wanted to leave my trace behind if one day my breath ceased from breathing. I wanted people to know I was exist at the one point. Another, because I really loved with it. It has a free spirit letting you voice out all the feeling you stuffed inside.

A painting could take away all the unnecessary feeling I felt, cleansing my mind as well a spirit. It lets me land in the isolate space just for myself. I would love to spend all times in painting if I could. As I was hiding my presence from public it is not wise to be unemployed but have money to spend. People will curious and I may catch in a bad position. That is why I need to work like a normal person.

My hand stopped when a ringtone cut my song. I take the phone from my pocket. A smile and shocked run my face. Amelia name with a foolish grinned picture appeared while I contemplate to taking the call. The first call ended unanswered but the woman not give up yet. I take it on the second ring.

"Whassup, dearest sister." I rolled my eyes. This woman never calls me too late like now before.

"Did you see the gossip tabloid today?" Mel obviously screamed into innocent phone.

"No... Why?" I ask incurious.

"You... see..." Amelia tone turn down which I really appreciate it. "You see Russell... damn." She cursed slightly. My heart nervously beating when Amelia spilled Russel's name?

"What? Just tell me please." I asked her mostly I am lazy to read the tabloid.

"Did you guys had some quarrel? I just am wondering." Mel sound worried.

"Nope... we are just okay." I said monotone.

"Glad to hear it. Actually, in today tabloid issue focussed on Russel with some singer. Guess the media just need some hot topic to blast the singer popularity." My lip curve upside as I heard Mel try comforting me.

"Oh, I think his company is a big sponsor for the singer word tour." My heart sinks a little and choose the reasonable excuse to eliminate sister suspiciously.

"I guessed he hadn't told you anything, right?" With her sharp perceptive mind, she had guessed the correct one. Scary!

"Yeah, when in private he banned us from discussing business related." I try to control the wave of nervousness in my voice.

"Sure. By the way, stay positive or you may call him to clarify the status." No, I can't do it. Although he is my husband, our married life not like the normal pair. He may choose whenever he likes, man or woman, for the future candidate.

"Don't worry... I have prepared my mental the day I accepted his love. Marrying him was like married a celebrity." Mostly I was comforting the dull feeling in me.

"Glad my Lil bro had grown his balls big as a soccer ball." I rolled my eyes upon her jokes.

"Yeah, big enough to breed a dozen of evildoer heir." I can imagine how she rolled her eyes now.

"Oh please... keep the dream only for yourself." Amelia tsked at another line. "What are you doing now? Still staying too late. Mum would lecture you if she finds out."

"Painting some scenery to decorate my room and I am an adult now, Mel. Geez..."

"Adult or not, you still her little son and our youngest brother. Of course in our eyes you would still remain as the small boy..." Amelia didn't finish the sentence afraid my mood would deplete.

"Yeah, I knew it. Anyway, thanks for giving a call. You are the best sister."

"Yeah, of course." We chatted a little more and end the call shortly. Somewhat, my finger is itching to find the news my sister just said.

I browse around the tabloid and found the scandal. Russel still with his icy eyes accompanying the beautiful woman in and out the hotel. Some picture taken in a high class restaurant, dancing floor and as well in backstage. Scrolling around only caused my heart throbbing with pain and anger.

I vented the anger in me by off the phone. I went to the second white canvas and recorded the feeling I have right now on it. The white canvas change into mixing bright colourful with shapes of blobs dark blue and black. For normal eyes, the canvas is determined as destroyed by disoriented mixing colours. On the other hand, it is actually forming an abstract painting.

It just needs a little touching up and refining to be completed. My throat dryly after I put down the brush. Stretching my limbs, I get up and open the window. The outside is bright colours and yawn start hitting me. I glance over the watch on wrist showing 14:00. Crap! I didn't take any sleep last night or any naps.

While doing painting, I usually lost track of time causing me almost hospitalist in the past. Usually I set the alarm to remind me stopped after three or four hours. I give a glance over the abstract paint and a grinned appear on my face.

After taking a bath and eaten the breakfast, I crawled onto the seducing bed. I completely forgot to switch on the phone cause me had a bad consequence later. I think I completely blank in a second my head touched the pillow.

The tiredness hit too much. I wake up when the clock hit eleven at night. Damn! I slept for a whole day, quickly I refreshed myself and returned to another room. I found my handphone laid near a new piece I made out of rage moment.

I touched it and last night news hit me again. Wake up, Eric! Why you keep dreaming? I slapped my own face but the pain not as throbbing as the pain my heart currently held. Did this heart start showing incompatible signs?

I switch on my phone and got almost one hundred missed calls from different people. Among them, I only received three calls from Russel. The rest from gallery agents, three from close friends and the rest from the protective family members. I rolled my eyes as my mind still in drowsiness either from overslept or tiredness.

Leisurely, I make a glass of orange juice and light breakfast. Oops, sorry it's almost midnight so the precise word is dinner or late snack. I open one of the old series of Mr. Bean. I wished to be like Rowan Atkinson. The one with a history of stuttering problem yet become the most popular actor in entertained people.

I wanted to wear the same face. Facing all the hardness in life but stay ignorant or make other people happy with continuing laughing. A ringtone breaks my overly crazy laughter. I swipe the tears form at the corner of my eyes due the crazy laughed.

"Hello, wassup man." My eyes still latched at the big screen.

"Whassup my ass. Did you remember what day is today?"

"Nope." I spontaneous answered Larry.

"Much to our expectation. Man don't hole too much in the house. You will become fungus if you keep yourself from breathing outside." Larry throw a sarcastic comment.

"Fungus better than some virus." I rolled my eyes.

"Hahaha you still like using the bad comparison. Hurry up, sweet boy. Tonight is a Daniel bachelor party. He booked the whole Damsel Blue Club."

"What the hell wrong with his head? Wasn't he rather straighter than the pole?" Damsel Blue Club is a most popular gay club in this city.

I used to visit it during the last year but get bored when always stumbled against old pervert horny beast. Mostly, I visited it to be patronizing over my crazy friend as their loyal driver because I can't take the alcohol. I think tonight I would resume the same job again.

"Okay, please come and drive me there. Otherwise, I won't be your driver later." I chuckled when hear Larry sighed in annoyed.

"Okay, Young Prince. See you next thirty minutes." I quickly change my clothes to skin tight T-shirt, black leather pants, a pair black boots as well as a dark blue leather jacket. And, messy my light brown hair as a final touched.

I locked the door and running down using the stairs. I like using the stairs more than an elevator. I meet Larry in red car sport as he whistles when spotted me.

"Damn, you rather hotter than a piece of Ricky Martin meat." He licked his own lips in teasing me.

"Drive quickly slave... as if you ever eat his meat." I rolled my eyes. Get one crazy friend enough to spin your world around and around.

"Yes Master..." He drives the car and singing along the song 'Adrenaline' blasted from the radio. Larry is proud gay and never used a bitter experienced getting kicked out from family when he barely reach legal age to destroy himself.

He stayed at the gay shelter under gay campaign until he got stable work and balancing between his part time and college. Dad helped he finished the college after learning his bitter history. He was like my twin and bring the craziness in my world. We met when he saved me from bullies.

Don't confuse with his slender body because he stored a black belt and has a martial art instructor license. But he has just taken them in a spur of the moment when he was more like animal spirit. He worked as a freelance geographer focusing animal and nature world. I won't surprise if one day he introduces the jungle king as his boyfriend because he loved animal more than human.

We arrived at the club twenty minutes later. Showing the id and invitation card, the bouncer let we entered. The blasting sound from DJ echoed in space filling with mixing vibrant colourful lasers. I spotted the stripper dance in erotic on the stage, storing the money inside his briefs.

"Did the man in your strike zone?" Larry winked his eyes.

"Nope, I like the clean man." I give him dull stare. We squished among the pack decked people until found the relaxing space. Danny was surrounded by two beauties transgender. I think the man still wary among the ferocious beast called gay.

But he has chosen the worsened option than us the gay. Why? The transgender actually the brutal among us in LGBT community. They had a pride higher than Everest's peak but low tolerance. Once you slashed their pride and you can say goodbye to your peaceful world.

"Hi Danny Dunkin Donut!" Larry shouted the moment he sees Danny sitting in between two ladyboys with sexier clubbing skirts. Short enough for us to spot a type of lingerie they wore.

"Hello, gigolo." The other man greeted with a sour face. Danny and Larry relationship was like cat and dog. One moment they were best buddy and another fight worse than a wrestler. Mostly because Larry attitude as a prideful gay leaking a unicorn and rainbow when teasing Danny.

"Wow, amazing, Babe, my title had changed from asshole whore to gigolo." Larry whispered enough to redden Danny's face. Did he know whore and gigolo have a same meaning?

"Hi, Danny congratulate on your wedding. Why did you choose this place?" We handshake as his mood gradually become normal.

"Hi dork prince... I never know you had changed into a sweet handsome prince." Danny scanned me up and down.

"Beware Danny... people may misunderstand if they hear your word just now." Danny looks confused when I said that. Looks how dumb this man can be.

"Leave the fool alone, Babe. He deserved to be eaten by half confuses gender." Let's me tell you something. Although, Larry is gay but he not really into the transgender. He almost get raped by one of them when finding place to shelter himself.

"Nah, enough Larry and calm down Danny. You knew his attitude but still invited him. So, you invite this teased by yourself. And, Larry stopped becoming a big head asshole." I scolded both of them.

"Okay, Babe. Let's dance before this saint parson preach you with a maze lecturing." Larry snickered before grabbing me to dance floor.

He intimated place his hand around my waist. The tightening grip. "My chance is finally over." He said when put his forehead on me.

"Yeah, a bigot like him not suitable for you, Lar. You deserve better person." Larry voice almost sinks under the DJ electro music.

"Lets him go, Lar. Maybe a hot gorilla is waiting you. But I preferred you to pair with Jungle Majestically white king, my dear friend." I patted his back as he hides at the crook of my neck. A hot tear slipped inside my tight shirt.

"Yes, this is the ultimatum of my waiting, Babe. I can't bear staying with him even for a second. I regret coming here." Larry blabbered close to my ear as we swayed on the dance floor. The colourful flash had hidden his cry face.

"Enough with this shit sobbing story. Full stop. You knew my sister in law said if you can overcome the trial in love meant one day you would get the most precious love. The trial and heartbroken only to make you strong to stand side by side with your wonderful love one day in the future." I wipe the fresh tears on his cheeks.

"Why I smelled the same experience from you?" Larry give a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Because I also tasted it once. A cheater who betrayed my heart and coward to announce himself as one of us." I short the story.

"Tell me who he is and I would put a blazing fire in his honorable life." He curled his lips in annoyance.

"Your lenses most suitable to caught mating season of animal and beautiful nature. I don't want to let it tainted with human ugly side." I faked a barfed right in front latter face.

"Truthfully, I rather film the animal than human." After that, we dance like crazy, ignoring the heartbroken and lingering pain. Alice Cooper's song 'Poison' electro remix knocked us from rational. We twerked and grinded like a total idiot.

"Hey, babies, mind we dance together?" Two drunkards suddenly squished and grinded their hard rod at our butt.

"Go away, stupid king Kong hairy beast. We are fine with ourselves." Larry shoo away the unwanted men.

"Two kittens together not enough to get steamy sex. Why not we have a foursome. We could make both of you screaming in total bliss." One tanned man roughly force to kiss Larry. What the fool?

In second the king Kong groaned while cupping his little man. The gorilla got fired and try to land a fist but the bouncer had saved the situation and forced them to leave the club.

"A mood get spoiled." Larry hand had lingered around my waist against as we resume the dance. After that, we go to the empty bar stools with sweating body. Larry smile like a Cheshire cat earned a whistling around.

"Bitch that is so great. Babe, if I never saw you had a heart attack, I would think the dance you just showed was from your High School wild party experience." Larry gives a thumb up.

"Shut up and don't estimate people with terminal illness." I said when seeing the crazy night.

"Hahaha, what do you want to drink?" Larry asked.

"One soft drink, anything is fine as long as not contain any alcohol." I tell him.

"Roger, Babe." I bobbed up and down my head following the electro music rhythms.

"Here, you go." Larry handed me a glass of coke while he sipped the Martini.

I slowly swipe my eyes around the bar. This is a beyond than normal bachelor party. As I know, the normal straight man never holds any bachelor party in the nest of a gay club. Could it be Danny is a denial gay like Frank? Honestly, it better ended like this than letting Larry suffered more. He had loved Danny since our freshman in college, both popular men around campus, football captain and quarterback.

He loved not short as mine and deep as a sea bottom. Just the fate not sided with him. I watched his eyes wandered around until it landed on the fool man at the corner of the table, smiling with the stupid joke the transgender duo presented.

"We shall get out from this hell soon. If you want we can back in later date when eyesore not around." I tugged his sleeves.

"Yeah, wait I need to pee first." Larry shout before saluting me.

"Okay, will wait you outside." I walked straight to the door when a strange feeling hit me. I felt hot over nothing and my little man stiffened to attention. What's going on? My mind has become fuzzy and swirling like a tsunami.

"The... drink." Quickly I am going to one corner and force myself to throw up. Damn, someone had inserted something in my drink. Larry? No, he is not a despicable man. I knew him better in and out. The image a burly King Kong and gorilla entered my mind but quite late when the large hand grabbed me from behind.

A sneered and chuckled sounding behind me, "Oh little man, be quiet or this thing would lick your delicate neck." I felt like throwing up when the man grinned his hard rod at my backside. My legs go weak as the man caressing my body. The heat is rising up.

Damn, quickly move stupid body of mine. The only sound escaping my throat was a moaning. I felt dirty. I felt a deadly cold chill running down my back. In this dark alley, I don't think anyone can find me soon. Larry, please save me. All the words only stuck in my throat as two pairs of hands ravished my body. My body too weak to resist them.

"See the bitch longing our touches. Unfortunately, we only caught one." Another disaster voice sound above my head.

Another man at my knee, trying to open my zip. I used their careless moment to kick again their weakest part causing the latter cupping his jewel. I took the knife from the of guard man and stabbed in another man's hand. Using the small opening, I was running along the dark valley until I found the main road. I don't know where I was but the familiar car appeared in front my eyes. Thanks God! I felt relieved, ignoring the angry voice shouting behind me when I moved in front the car.

The car steered at the other side while my eyes begin slopping to close. I knew this black Audi car. I knew the owner, the cold yet handsome salivated man. Argh, I had lost any strength to stay awake, my body slowly slipping down until I hit the hard tar. In blurry eyes, I saw Russel's face running to my side. Seems like I had put a shit on his face. I had broken his rule. Sorry Russel, I completely drown in sea darkness.

I wake up with a hot feeling burning me from inside. I need to relieve. I open my eyes, staring to bedroom until I feel it familiar. A small friction between my expose skins with the bedsheet enough to make me moan.

The previous terrified scene entered my mind causing a fear running across my body. Filthy! That is one thing I described the previous moment. Damn body please stopped this filthy desire. I bite my lips to take control over my body again but failed miserably. With weak body, I slowly walked into the bathroom, throwing the bathrobe, I went under the cold water.

However, the cold water can't clean the burning sensation inside me and cool down the hard rod. Tears assimilate with the shower droplets caused me sobbed onto the cold tiles. I don't want this filthy relief. For the first time I felt the sex is filthy as its name. An empty sex.

I flinched when a warm hand touched my shoulder as I was staying in a fetus position. Did these men come again? I trashed in the man hugged and scream out my lungs.

"Eric, this is me." A hand softly caresses my cheeks, a different hand than these filthy primates' hands. "Open your eyes... you're saved now. I got you." I slowly open my eyes, meeting the gentle grey eyes. "Yes, babe, you save now."

"Sorry...I am sorry. I had broken the promised. I had smeared a shit on your face.... Russel... I... am a filthy now." I hugged the sturdy chest and wailed like a kid. I ignored the desire in my lower part.

"Shh, you're okay now. Shhh..." A gentle voice whisper in my ear. A different shivering going down my spine cause me involuntary moans.

"I... hmm... I" I close the knees together, hiding the active part. My body was shaking uncontrollable as Russel let me lean against the wall as he open my close knees. His monstrous strength successful made it apart. I used my eyes as his hard grey eyes staring straight to mine.

"Ah... hmm... Ah." My body jolted upside as moans escaping my lips. I brace myself to open my eyes. The scene meets me almost the erotic one.

Russel's hand rubbed my shaft up and down as his eyes stare at me. Out of nowhere, I felt a great pleasure when Russel takes my shaft into his mouth. The pleasure caused me forgot the unpleasant memory and focused on the feeling I felt now. I cummed into his mouth without warning but the desire in me didn't abate even a little.

"Feeling good?" A masculine voice as me. He wiped the white thread at the corner of his lips.

"Argh, sorry." I quickly leaped up and wiping the remaining sustained. Don't tell me he had swallowed the dirty seeds.

Before I could ask him, his lips already attached on me. A salty and bitter after taste hit my taste bud. "Blergh, how could you swallow this nasty fluid?"

"Don't know." He merely shrugged the shoulder. "Come, you're too cold." He support me up. My legs really turn lighter and can't support my body well.

"Sorry." I bashful said after finding where his sight land. My body still hot despite the cold water I took a moment ago.

"Seems like this is a high potent aphrodisiac." He swoops my body in bridal style. Because the sudden movement my arms quickly grabbed his perfect sturdy body.

Russel brings me outside, gently place me on the mattress. He went into the bathroom and coming out later with a white towel circle his waist. Seeing him in half naked didn't help to extinguish the desire flame in me.

He used the clean towel and begin wiping me. For me this count as a meaningless action as the bed below my butt already soaking wet. Later on, he places me on my back, seeing me like a predator looking at its precious delicious meat. I gulped in anticipation.

Like that, the night filled with nonstop moaning, gasping as well bed's creaking. He had eaten me to the last drop, leaving me satiated sensation and mind blowing. As if the world had stopped from its track. We both stopped when both bodies collapse because the tiredness.

I felt a great sore at both front and backside. The best moment when the man still has a little more strength to move me to another room and scooping me close to his body. The intense feeling nowhere close to any imagination I had before.

A/N

Hey guys, hope you will enjoy this chapter as well. Thanks fro great support and happy weekend.