NaNoWriMo Day19. Total words now: 36,774... OH LAWD is that some plot?
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 19 '09, 16:51
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"Aw, come on, mate. You didn't think you invited that all yourself, no? Look, Kalki, there isn't anything else to create. Will you stop for a second?" It was his turn to step on the back of his more slender framed board.
I did another heel-stand turn but didn't get off my board. I just looked back where he stood about fifty feet away. I didn't know what I was thinking really other than I wanted to beat him, if not Wednesday here in Los Angeles, than the weekend after this one in Tokyo. Or in Korea. Or anywhere else we had a stop including the finals in New York City. But I wasn't sure I could.
And worse, I wasn't sure I knew what I was feeling for him.
David walked to where I was and sounded as sincere as I'd heard him yet, "Kalki, you're a different sort than any other Yank I've met on this tour. And I don't mean you being all pasty whitefaced and crazy eyes."
I was frowning but it didn't last because he leaned down and kissed me right there in public on the sidewalk of a busy street.
Part of me wanted to deepen the kiss, but I didn't. After a second or two, I just applied pressure back. He didn't wrap his arms around me, and I didn't move a muscle either. Well, one muscle did move, but how could I help that, he was kissing me, Casper! Ha! Ha!
After he kissed me, he said, "I want to show you something. Come to my room at midnight. Room one-twelve."
"What about curfew?"
David laughed, "Don't get caught."
"I've got Big D as my roommate and we just had a fight..." I started to say.
"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of that waste of time." David looked to my eyes and there was something very stern in his. I wasn't really afraid, but it made me shiver.
"Okay," was all I could manage.
"Good. Go skate." The way his seriousness spontaniously changed into a playful smile bothered me. But it was hard to keep focus on the mood-swings when he then patted my ass and sent me on my way.
Darius wasn't back at our room when I got back after dinner. And he didn't show up while I watched television either. I caught a little bit of iCarly and thought about calling Mishka but decided it was not a good idea. I wrote on the group that Eddie was moderating for me. I answered a few emails from people back home. Most of them just wanted to know if it was as cool as I thought it would be. It's intense, was the best way I could describe it. And it is.
When it neared midnight, Darius wasn't back yet. I wasn't sure what to do about it, but decided to trust what David had said.
For a moment, when I walked the brightly lit corridor of this, let's just say, not as night hotel we managed to get at the last minute, I felt like I was back at New Horizons for Daily Living. The walls were a dull beige and were lined with doors. Who knew what was going on behind them?
I came to room one-twelve and before I knocked I checked my cell phone to see what time it was. Midnight exactly. David opened the door almost as soon as I went to knock. It scared me so much I fell back a step. He reached out and grabbed at my hand and pulled me inside.
"Wait, David." As soon as I was in the room, I started to protest. I didn't want it to be as rough this time.
"It's okay. We ain't fucking, I wanted to show you something else." David had that edge in his voice that I didn't like so much. It was the sound of someone doing something wrong and not caring at all.
Turns out, he WAS doing something wrong.
He led me to the bed, sat down, and then reached for a box that was sitting on the nightstand. Looking up to me where I had decided to not move so close, I think he winked at me.
"I'm going to help you get that finish you want."
Curious, I did move closer then. I reached up and rubbed at my eyes. They hurt from the difference in light. The hallways were bright as blazes, but here, in David's room he had it so very dark. "What do you mean?"
David rummaged through the box, the contents which I couldn't quite see yet. He withdrew one hand to pat at the bed space next to him. "Come here, I'll show you."
I sat down next to him, right next to him. My leg was against his and it felt warm. I liked it so much. I hadn't realized how lonely I'd gotten out here on tour and how much I rather missed sleeping with someone. Not that I thought that would ever happen with David Orchard.
Especially now.
He pulled out this syringe and little vial. My eyes, as much as they were hurting me, still went wide. "What is that? David?" I moved away, but still remained sitting on the bed. "You aren't sticking me with that. What is that?"
"Relax. Shit, Kalki. It's safe. It's not what you think."
"I... I don't know what I think." I stammered.
David smirked at me, that absolutely delicious smirk that I hated so much but couldn't believe how much I wanted to see again. It was impressioned deep in my mind when he was fucking me so hard in the bathroom and I thought about it often when jerking off in the mornings since.
"Is it, like a steriod?"
"No, that would show up on a piss test and get you kicked off the tour. I don't want that for either of us."
I couldn't help but slowly scoot back closer to him. I thought maybe I could read the lable on the small bottle or something, but in the dim light, I really couldn't make it out. "So what is it then?"
"Growth hormone." He tilted the syringe as if brandishing a gun and showing it to me. Sticking the vial with it, he pulled back the stopper inside.
"Well I don't want it." I protested. But it didn't sound very convincing. And... it wasn't, Casper. I mean, I worked so hard and the best I could come up with was thirteenth and sixth so far? And David said it wasn't a steriod.
"It's perfectly safe and professional athletes do it all the time, Kalki. Like I was saying before," David started to explain, his eyes lifting toward me before he focused on withdrawing the needle when it was full. "There aren't any new tricks to invent. Now, it's all about doing them better."
Then, he moved the box back to the nightstand, turned his body away from me, pulled his boxer shorts down off one of his ass cheeks and just stuck himself right then and there.
I couldn't believe it.
I still can't believe it.
I looked at him, my mouth dropped open. I was offended by the idea that we were just supposed to make the tricks look good, but I couldn't find my voice to argue with him. And you know, Casper, steriod or hormone or whatever it was, it obviously did work and was safe enough as far as I could see. David was number one. David was at the top.
But why would he share that with me?
Unless he really does like me.
I got up and walked to the door without looking back when he said "Ghost!" again like he had out on the streets of Los Angeles. I didn't care that I could no doubt probably kiss him or that we'd probably take off our clothes and fuck again.
I can't do that right now. I have to process all of this. I need... I want...
Fuck!! I don't know what I need or want right now.
Maybe I need sleep.
Goodnight, Ollie.
--Kalki
PS: Mr Rigdon just called. It's like five in the morning. He asked me to get Darius' things together and that he'd come get them. Apparently, he had a good time at a nightclub and passed out. He was just kicked off the tour.
Did David do this?
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