Free Victim of Love by Darien Cox Page A

ripped through my body so hard and fast I felt knocked outside of myself, floating somewhere overhead as my cock gushed into Beck’s pumping fist. I wasn’t even aware I was making noise until his other hand clamped over my mouth while he milked the last of it out of me, weakening my legs until I slid halfway down the wall.
    A knock came on the inner door, the one that led to the bungalow, and we both froze, sharing a wide-eyed stare.
    “Beck, you in there?” It was Laurie.
    Still holding my gaze, Beck held a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. “Yeah, I’m here, you okay, hon?”
    “Yeah, I’m sorry for mothering you, I just couldn’t sleep until I knew you hadn’t drowned in the ocean. Can I come in a minute?”
    I was already zipping my shorts and heading for the exterior door before Beck began shooing me toward it. “Just a second Laurie, gotta put some clothes on,” Beck said.
    As I reached for the knob, someone knocked from outside, and I reeled back, bumping into Beck.
    “Hey, Beck? It’s Townsend. Do you have a minute?”
    I spun around and looked at Beck.
    “Oh, fuck,” he whispered. He glanced back and forth between both doors, then looked at me. “One second, Townsend,” he called out, then grabbed my arm, dragging me to the rear of the room. “Here. Get in the closet.”
    My jaw dropped. “Oh, you did not just say that to me.”
    “Please, Olsen.” He tugged open the doors of a wooden structure in the corner. “The irony is not lost on me.”
    “This isn’t even a closet!” I whispered. “It’s a cabinet. Look, there’s pillows and blankets and shit in there.”
    “Just...take them out and pile them on the floor. Quick.”
    I helped him clear the items out. There was a shelf running vertically across halfway down so in order to hide I’d have to squat into a ball on the bottom. This was ridiculous.
    “Go on!” he ordered. “Get in.”
    “Wait a minute, wait a minute! Can’t we just tell them I was here hanging out, talking? They don’t know any different.”
    “You’ve got a stain on your crotch.”
    I looked down. “Oh. Okay. Closet.”
    I hunched down and climbed inside, having to hug my knees to fit. Beck closed the doors on me, leaving me in darkness. It smelled like cedar and fabric softener, and I had to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else, sitting on a beach or in an open field, so I wouldn’t have a claustrophobic panic attack.
    “Hey,” I heard Laurie say. “Were you exercising? You’re all sweaty.”
    “Just a second, Townsend’s at the door.”
    “Townsend? Why?”
    “I think he wants to yell at me. I’ll deal with it.”
    “Why would he want to...”
    Laurie’s words trailed off as I heard the other door open, then Townsend’s familiar voice. “Oh, hey, Laurie. Didn’t realize you were here.”
    “I’m popular tonight,” Beck said. “What can I do for you, big guy?”
    I winced in my box of shame. Townsend hated being called ‘big guy’.
    “I didn’t realize you weren’t alone. We can talk tomorrow,” Townsend said.
    “Look,” Beck said, “I know why you’re here, I already heard that I pissed you off tonight. I respect you and your relationship with Pippa and I’ll watch my step in the future. Okay? That about cover it?”
    “Um...oh. Ah, yeah. I guess that’s it,” Townsend said. “Thanks.”
    I almost laughed, but covered my mouth. Beck was speaking a mile a minute, trying to rush Townsend out of there.
    “Good then. Laurie, I didn’t drown. I’m fine. And I’m exhausted. See you in the morning?”
    Laurie chuckled. “Okay, boys. Goodnight, Townsend. Night, bro.”
    “Goodnight,” Townsend said. “I’ll ah, see you both tomorrow.”
    I heard the doors squeak open again. One by one, they closed. Then there was silence. I waited for Beck to let me out of the closet. I could hear him shuffling around out there, but he didn’t open the doors. Growing frustrated, I listened hard to be sure no one else was