Finding Dayton Du'it

By: Solo Voice
(© 2017 by the author)

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Chapter 9: The Damn Bursts.

From the moment Kat and Lance went to their respective bedrooms to get ready for the beach, Lance was suddenly beginning to question what Kat had said to him. He still could not quite accept the idea he could be falling in love with Dayton, however, somewhere deep inside of him he was questioning if that was the answer to why he had felt so differently toward Dayton, over any other man.

Regardless, Saturday afternoon was beautiful and relaxing and the day delivered Kat and Lance a great time on the beach. They swam and sun baked, they talked and laughed and it was generally one of those times when everything felt good and right. In fact, living only a hare’s breath from the sand, they stayed on the beach until the sun dropped beneath the horizon.

Both Kat and Lance had already known they liked each other but as the day wore on and their conversations brought more understanding of their characters and the people they were, their friendship had deepened to the point that both could say just about anything to the other without offence.

From the moment they were lying on the beach, Lance kept thinking about Dayton. He tried to tell himself it was because of what Kat had said but suddenly, as the time ticked by, Lance knew he was not just thinking about Dayton, he was wishing he was there with him. He also thought it would be lovely to see that beautiful, big body, lying near naked on the beach beside him. He tried to use the physical attraction as an excuse for how he was feeling, however, he remembered Victor had suggested he was falling for Dayton as well.

As the hours rolled by, during every conversation and every moment with Kat, the only thing Lance kept to himself was the fact that Dayton was constantly on his mind. He kept it to himself because Kat’s words had been implanted and like a seed planted beneath the soil, the thoughts were beginning to take root. He began to wonder if there really was something to what his friends were saying. He wondered if this could be the first time he had fallen in love.

During any silent moments between he and Kat, Lance considered the degree of intensity and depth of what he had referred to in his mind as lust and obsession. He knew how much he cared about Dayton and how he was always excited for Dayton to come home or to spend any amount of time with him but still, as much as some part of him liked and wanted to believe, he had always expected falling in love would be so much more obvious. Some part of him imagined fireworks and rainbows. With no basis for comparison, though, because he had never been in love, he continued to try to push the thought away. It simply seemed unlikely.

The simple matter was that Dayton was his friend and it was so obvious they were true friends, even after such a short period of time. There was something akin to the friendship with Victor, maybe even more so. Still, Lance could not put aside his constant, innate lust and desire to get down and dirty with Dayton. Somehow sex suggested something other than what he imagined would be the pure and powerful nature of true love.

“Surely that’s all it is? If I could just get naked with him and roll around in the hay, so to speak; the obsessive thoughts and feelings would fade and the friendship would continue to grow,” he thought.

Kat asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Not Dayton?”

“No. I was just enjoying the feeling of the sun on my skin,” Lance replied.

The fact was that he and Kat could have been talking about the horrors of the Holocaust but still Lance would have been thinking about Dayton and wishing he were there to share the time with them. He kept telling himself it was only because Kat would not stop making sly comments and alluding to his love for Dayton. She kept referring to the true nature of his feelings, which he kept denying but deep down, Lance was beginning to wonder if his obsession with Dayton contained an ingredient other than those of lust and friendship.

Walking toward the steps of the house as daylight was failing, Kat said, “Is your heart beating like bongo drums from the thought someone will be inside?”

“I’m not in love with him,” Lance replied, pissed off that his hopes were jarringly incompatible with his words.

Kat stopped and turned, her hand pushing against Lance’s chest to stop his forward movement. He looked at her as she looked up at the sky and pointed while saying, “My god, look at that.”

Lance gazed up into the unblemished dying blue, as Kat scooted up the stairs and began unlocking the sliding glass doors. Lance said while staring at the sky, “I can’t see a thing, what am I supposed to be looking at?”

Kat chuckled and said, “All the pink elephants flying on angels wings.”

The doors slid open as Lance’s expression changed. Roaring with laughter, Kat raced inside and as Lance flew up the steps after her, he was shouting harmless though colorful four-letter word abuse at her.

By the time he was inside he heard her say, “I’ve got the first shower,” before she raced into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Lance rolled his eyes and walked directly toward his room but just as he was about to enter, he looked into Dayton’s room and saw his work clothes lying on the carpet next to his bed. Lance realized immediately that Dayton had come home and gone out again. He walked over to Dayton’s bedroom doorway and stuck his head in. He could smell a strong after aroma of the familiar aftershave cologne Dayton wore when he went out. The scent drove into his nostrils and somehow seemed to go into his stomach, making it swirl. Desire crept deeper into him and his cock twitched.

As if Lance was hypnotized, he glided unconsciously across Dayton’s bedroom and stopped at the window. He looked out, begging to see Dayton’s car, knowing it would not be there. When he saw the empty space, he felt a pit forming in his gut. Snapping out of it, he realized where he was and what he was doing. His hand pushed against the window frame but as he began to turn, his eyes glanced down to a piece of paper next to the computer. Reading it, Lance felt his happy state of mind sink like the Titanic. There was a phone number and an address but what bothered him was what was written above them. “Heidi, 8:15pm - tonight.”

Lance left Dayton’s room and walked across to his own. He gripped onto the top of the backrest of his office chair and stared out his window at the ocean. He felt a sense of something inside him shattering. At that very moment he knew what Kat had been saying all day long had been right. It still made little sense to him but the knowledge of how devastated he felt and how he was angry with a woman named Heidi he had never met, easily made the obvious pieces fall into place.

Fifteen minutes passed by at what seemed a snail’s pace but time was an irrelevancy to Lance. All he heard was Kat calling out and telling him the bathroom was free. He did not think about it, he did not consider it was what he wanted to do; he just left his room and walked into the bathroom, as if it had been a military order he had to follow. Stepping into the shower recess and turning on the water, he dropped his Speedo to the floor and stepped beneath the massaging liquid flow. He washed his body like a robot and then he stood beneath the warm rain, letting it consume his upturned face. Many minutes slipped by but Lance would not have known or moved, if Kat had not called out again.

“What?”

“I’m leaving. Have a good night and I’ll probably see you tomorrow,” she said.

“Have fun,” he replied.

“Bye.”

Lance closed his eyes, stepped back beneath the hot water and disappeared again.

***

It was eleven forty-five that night when the distinct sound of a metal key fluttering the tumblers of the front door lock, sailed through the soundless house. Lance was sitting in his bedroom, the door closed and the light off. He was seated at his computer but he was not writing. He had a game of chess on the screen and he had now been playing for hours. It was not a single game. He had adjusted the settings to easy and he was kicking the computer’s ass over and over again. It was not because he could not play chess, it was because he wanted to win and never lose. It was undoubtedly a psychological reaction but Lance made no connection to his unusual actions. Every four to five minutes he would win easily and the game would say, “Check Mate” but Lance was still not happy. It did not matter though, at least consciously, as long as he kept winning.

Lance looked up when he heard the sound of the key and then he stiffened as the front door opened. He waited for it to close and then heard the flick of the light switch. Though he could not make out voices, he definitely heard whispering and seconds later he heard the soft sound of two people entering Dayton’s room. There was silence for a few more minutes and then he heard a woman’s voice. It was broken English, a Swedish accent and a moment later Dayton’s bedroom door closed.

“Heidi,” Lance whispered venomously.

Ten minutes passed by. Lance was still at his desk, the computer was still on and the chess pieces were unmoved since the sound of the key. Lance was as still as a statue, his head looking to the end of his room so his ear was facing his door. He was listening intently, even though he could barely hear a thing. Emotions were churning through him. He was so angry, so frustrated and so jealous. He thought about leaving his room to make a coffee that he miraculously did not want, all so he could walk back into his room and slam his door with all the fury that was boiling inside of his body. He could not relate to what was going on in his mind because at the same time he felt this irrational need that converted into these irrational thoughts, his own voice was whispering to his mind, “You’re a fool.”

When the sounds of sex began, Lance felt nauseated; at least that was what he thought he was feeling. He turned back to the monitor but the sight of a game of chess frustrated him and made him angry. Despite having won every game, suddenly he felt like he had lost. Without finishing the game he turned it off.

With nothing to hide the standard screen, suddenly Dayton’s name was in his sight. Lance looked at the icon, the name now ripping at his heart. Spontaneously, he highlighted it, right clicked over the top of it and a small command menu opened. He scrolled down to the option of delete. His hand hovered, his finger raised just above the button on the mouse but something was stopping his finger from clicking. It was like his index finger had been frozen or the tendon in it was broken. No matter how much he told his finger to delete the stupid file, nothing happened. He slid the arrow away from the little command menu and instantly the repetitively ordered finger came down and hit the button, clicking on nothing. The command menu vanished.

“Shut that whiny mouth and fuck off out of our house,” he whispered at the moaning, Swedish woman.

He double clicked on the Dayton icon and the Word file opened. He scrolled to the end, set the cursor and he began to type. He typed like a maniac, faster than he ever had, his eyes staring with a frozen gaze, his mind not accepting input, only releasing output.

Some time later, the sounds of what had become muffled sex, as Dayton continued to hush the woman, died an abrupt death. Lance hit the full stop, closed and saved the file and then he fell back against his chair. He stared at the predominantly orange picture on the desktop for a few minutes and then he stood up. He haphazardly and uncaringly removed his clothes and threw them at the Swedish woman but they hit his bedroom door and fell to the floor. He shut down the computer and slid into bed, the dying light of the computer fading and then the darkness of night overcoming the room, as his head hit the pillow.

***

Lance opened his eyes when he heard the voice traveling down the tunnel toward him. He smiled and he turned and looked at Dayton lying naked beside him. Leaning toward him, Dayton’s dazzling smile once again took his breath away. He could only think that there was no one on the planet more perfect or more beautiful than Dayton.

“Dayz, are you okay?”

“I wasn’t but I am now.”

Lance asked, “What? What are you talking about?”

“You, Lance. I’m talking about you.”

“I don’t understand, Dayz?”

“You should, after all, you’re the cause of this.”

“The cause of what?”

“Lance, you’re my sun and I’m your earth. You light me up and keep me warm and give me life like no one ever has. Don’t you know how you make me feel when I’m around you? I feel needed, nurtured and cared about.”

“Dayz, I didn’t know.”

“Well, now you know I love you and that I need you, Lance. I’m here, I’m naked and I’m really, really hard. I’m going to kiss you Lance and I hope you’ll kiss me back. I want to feel your hand touching my naked body. I’ve already wrapped your other hand around my cock so what are you waiting for. I want you to shoot your load over your stomach and chest for me, because of me.”

Lance felt Dayton’s fingers like warm silk, sliding over his chest, down his body and then caressing his cock.

“Oh Dayz, I love you and I’m going to come.”

***

Lance’s eyes sprang open. Daylight was streaming into his bedroom window. Ejaculate striped his stomach and chest and his erection was oozing as it deflated, like it was dying and bleeding to death.

“Fuck,” he said, “I was dreaming,” he thought.

Lance sighed what sounded like a final breath. He turned and looked at his bedside clock. It was nearly ten o’clock in the morning. He felt wasted, partly, he knew, because he had just had the most extraordinary wet dream of his life but mainly, he felt devastated by what he now knew about himself in regard to Dayton. Everything combined, Lance felt emotionally shot.

“Oh man, you are so fucked up,” he said.

Reaching, he pulled a cloth from his bedside drawer and wiped his body of the still wet substance. He tossed it toward his dirty washing basket and hit the aimed for mark. “Score,” he said. He rolled out of bed, found his clothes at the bottom of the door and put them back on. Quietly, he listened and gently opened his door. He peaked out through the crack. Dayton’s door was opened. Lance listened again, hearing nothing but silence.

Pulling the door open, he stepped out into the hall. He leaned awkwardly, peering into Dayton’s room. The bed was empty and made. He breathed a sigh of relief and then tip toed down the hall toward the living room. No sound, no movement and no one there. The television was off as was the rest of the system. He glanced and the curtains were still closed. Quietly again he padded toward the kitchen doorway and peered around. It was empty.

Standing up straight and letting out a huge sigh of relief, he walked into the kitchen and started his morning coffee. While the jug boiled, he swiftly moved to the bathroom, his bladder full and bursting. He then showered, cleaned his teeth and walked naked back to his bedroom, exchanging his clothes for clean ones.

Returning to the kitchen, he made his coffee but as he stood drinking it while looking out the window, the thought occurred it was Sunday and Dayton was not required to work. A background thought told Lance this would be the perfect time to confront Dayton and reveal all, if he came home. Then, unexpectedly and somewhat angrily, Lance thought he could do it in a shocking way, a scare the shit out of a straight man way, to force Dayton to want to pack up and leave.

This sudden adjustment of attitude was based on the concept, out of sight, out of mind. No Dayton, no love, no ache. Sounded good for a moment but then suddenly he felt mean and nasty and not at all like he was being true to his nature.

“No, I can’t do that, not to Dayton,” he thought.

“Truthfully, I don’t want to deal with this at all. I should go out, all day. Hell, all night as well. Then I won’t have to see him at all. Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” he said and began to walk toward his bedroom.

“You coward,” he thought.

“I’m not a coward, I just don’t want to see him. He’s a prick.”

“He’s straight and being straight and having sex with a woman doesn’t make him a prick.”

“No, you’re right, it doesn’t. It’s just that… Oh Jesus, listen to me, I’m conversing with myself like there’s another person here.”

Lance hightailed it to his bedroom and retrieved his wallet. He thought he had to get out of this house and away from the memories and smells of Dayton. Nothing in his life and no thoughts in his mind had ever made him feel this way or want to run so fast and so hard. He saw his keys and reached to pick them up. It was decided, he was going to scamper away like a little boy from a school bully.

“Hi!”

“Fuck,” Lanced screamed and swung around.

“Sorry, Lance. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” Dayton said.

“Dayton, shit. Don’t do that. You almost gave me a heart attack, you fucking idiot.”

Dayton was stunned and repeated, “I’m sorry,” his expression looking at Lance like he was looking at a man he did not know.

Dayton knew he had frightened Lance but Lance’s tone was different, almost angry, like something was going on or something was wrong.

Dayton asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Lance said curtly, staring down in a locked gaze at the carpet.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“Of course not. What could you have done wrong?”

“I don’t know Lance but you seem…”

“Dayton, I’m fine,” Lance interrupted. “I was just going out and you caught me unawares and scared the shit out of me.”

“Why won’t you look at me, Lance?”

Suddenly, Lance realized he had consciously told himself not to look into those eyes. They could capture him, hold him and he so desperately wanted to escape.

“Lance, look at me.”

Slowly, Lance raised his head until two very different shades of blue met and connected. Dayton was staring, not only seeing the eyes but also the uncharacteristic expression on Lance’s face. Lance watched as Dayton’s expression changed, a look of confusion and uncertainty.

“Lance, tell me what’s wrong? Why are you calling me Dayton and not Dayz?”

Suddenly, as if all the wind had gone out of his sails, Lance felt his body falling backwards. The desk was a couple of inches from his ass and he knew his fall would stop almost immediately. It did and he dropped his keys onto the desk. He was still staring at Dayton and his eyes could not escape. Resigned that everything that had gone before this moment was bullshit, he knew it was time.

“Dayz, I’m sorry. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. It’s just me. It’s not something I want to talk about and not something you need to hear about. It’s sort of like when I asked you the other morning about being free and you said you weren’t ready to say. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to say but regardless, I’m sorry for the way I just spoke to you and treated you.”

“Lance, it’s okay but I decided; oh, it doesn’t matter. I guess it can wait,” Dayton said, knowing he had decided to reveal exactly what Lance had mentioned.

Lance was back on his feet and walking toward Dayton. He could see the sudden disappointment in Dayton’s eyes. He could not bare the thought of disappointing Dayton and he had to remedy the situation. He gripped Dayton by the upper arm and commanded with his eyes as he said, “Let me make us a coffee and then we’ll sit down and talk.”

Dayton smiled and Lance had to catch his breath. A second later, Dayton asked, “Are you sure, Lance? I mean you just said you were going out.”

“It wasn’t important,” Lance replied.

“Well then, sure,” Dayton said.

“I want to talk to you too, Dayz. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“No. Coffee first, then you talk and then I’ll talk.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” Dayton joked.

Lance chuckled and then with a sudden thought he said, “Hey, you want to sit on the deck?”

“Actually Lance, it’s a stunning day outside, why don’t we go out onto the beach? We can throw on our Speedo’s, grab a couple of towels and take our coffees with us. We can enjoy the sun, sand and water and also talk. It’ll be more relaxing and might make it easier for me to say what I’m going to say,” Dayton said.

Lance’s eyes became worried as his thoughts considered Dayton’s last words. He said with extreme concern, “Shit, Dayz, you’re okay, aren’t you?”

Dayton smiled like he had been honored by Lance’s worried tone and then said, “Nothing like that, Lance. I’m fine.

“Shit, you scared me for a moment,” Lance said.

Dayton grinned and said, “Again?”

Lance laughed and then said, “I’ll put on the jug to boil while we get changed.”

“Cool,” Dayton replied.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/16/17