Lazarus Kiss.41

Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.

May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others

and a love within recall that alters you.

kiss

After a quick shower he headed off to Story for his evening shift. Another hot busy night. Busy thanks to a couple of co-ed softball teams that dropped by after their game. One of the women players kept giving him the eye but when he responded she’d chill to him.

He was used to this sort of tease. Women who were interested but didn’t want their friends to catch on. There was no real harm in a little playing around like this. Made him feel desirable even if there was nothing to it than that.

He got home around 2 a.m. His apartment door swung open at his touch. He was sure he had set the code when he left for work. He could hear the TV on and knew he had left that off.

He stepped in as quietly as he could.

Linda was standing in the living room.

“Never use your birthday as an entry code Alex. I figured it would be either mine or yours.’

‘What the fuck do you want.”

“A few last things. My lap top for one. Seems I was wrong though, wasn’t I. I never took you for that type.”

“Type?”
“Yeah you know, the faggot type.” she nodded at the lap top. The porno he had watched earlier was playing.

“I knew there was more to Ultimate Fighter stuff that got guys off, right. Even though they don’t get naked it has to be the gayest thing on TV outside of America’s Next Top Model. You ever make one of these or do you just jack off to them.”

“You … ”

“Don’t deny it. How did these,” she pointed to her panties, “get wet?” With a quick flick of her fingertips the panties splatted on the computer screen. “You are so pathetic. Fuck. How long, eh? How long. What diseases were you exposing me to, eh.” She was screaming at him. “How long?”
“As if ya gave a shit.” He didn’t want to tell her anything. “If you’re that scared, get a fucking blood test.”

“You asshole.” she lunged at him. He stepped aside. “You pathetic asshole.”

“Linda, I don’t fuckin’ care what ya reckon.”

“Yeah, well maybe they will at the gym. Oh right, they’re all in on it anyway. At least that’s the way it looks in the porno. Cally know her big bro is a man ho?”

“That isn’t going to prove anything. Why don’t you just give up Linda.”

“Give up. Like you? You fucking loser. You gave up your scholarship. You gave up your promising fight career. You gave up on us. On me. Giving up is your solution to life not mine.”

“Those fight injures weren’t my fault.”

“It’s never your fault. Now this. From loser to faggot in one quick step. From heman to homoman.” She smeared the panties on the screen. “Enjoy that.”

“No, you enjoy it. After all it’s your lap top. You stupid broad.”

Had she always felt he was a loser? It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t control his temper. That he couldn’t see wrestling as strategy.

Even if it wasn’t the disc injury that made him leave the pro fight circuit but he wasn’t going to let anyone, especially Linda, know that he wasn’t interested in all the crap that went on out of the ring. The boozing, pain meds, drugs to get it up for hookers because none of them could keep any relationship going. He was bored by the need to bag and brag.

When he hurt his back he was glad to use that as an excuse to fade away. To not come back to that end of the game. They wanted him back. Even Linda wanted him to continue. She didn’t have clue what went on when they were on the road. That wasn’t giving up, that it was a strategic withdrawal before he killed another brute to keep them from hurting him. Never told her about the guy that died. The man he killed.

“You’re expecting someone. That’s it, isn’t. You want me out of here because some piece of ass is about to arrive.” Linda sat on the couch. “Well, I’m going to sit here till I see who it is. To see if it has tits or a dick. Or they’ll have both. Fuck why didn’t I think of that sooner. That’d explain why I never smell a guy on you, You’re into trannies.”

“Jesus Linda.” Alex longed to go to bed. “I’ve spent the last six hours dealing with the East Churchville soft ball league. All I want to do is go to bed. To sleep.”

“Tell it to the umpire.” Linda smirked. “You’ve never been too tired to get it up.”

She walked over to him and kissed him. Ran her hands over his body. “You smell like work. You know how much that smell turns me on. Sweaty man. Look I’m sorry for being such a …. bitch.” She began to cry. “I really love you, you know. I don’t want us to be over. I don’t.”

“Ya could’a fooled me.” Alex tried to push her away. Her perfume brought back the times they’d fallen into bed laughing and grabbing excitedly at each other.

“Well, you never did have much insight into the female mind, did you. I guess that’s part of what I liked about you. You were such a chauvinist. Strong. I like that. A strong man who knows what he wants.” She kept kissing his face. Her hands caressing his cock and balls through his jeans.

“Doesn’t take much insight to understand packed boxes and an empty dresser.” He pulled her hands away from him. “Gone is gone. It was time. Admit it. Other than sex there isn’t fuckin’ much holding us together, is there.”

Linda backed away.

“It’s not that I don’t dig ya Linda. But ….”

“But you’d rather get off while beating the shit out of some ultimate fighter faggot?”
“No. That was … well …. it’s something I don’t get m’self. But …”

“Is that ‘but’ spelt with one ‘t’ or two.”

“Even if ya knew what you’re talking about ya reckon anyone would listen to you? You sound like the crazy bitter dumped broad you are.”

“You mean you don’t care that people will know you’re a cock-sucking faggot?”

“No more than you’ll care that people’ll be surprised ya were such a dumb ass bitch bimbo as to live with me for the last four years and not know! Now take your crap and get out of here before I call the police and turn ya in for break and enter.”

He went to the door and opened it.

She turned on the landing. “If I go I’m not coming back. Not even sneaking back like this, understand that.”

“Yeah.” He resisted an urge to fuck her one last time.

“Is that all you’ve got to say. One grunted monosyllable.”

“Be happy.” He shut the door and leaned against it.

“Be happy!”

“Fuck you.” He could hear her kick the door. He wondered if that panty smear could be cleaned off the monitor screen. Who did he know who might know? Harris. Right Harris worked on computers all day. A guy with a gut like that had to be eating and splashing crap on his monitor all the time.

Yeah. Get Harris in this place, on home ground. He pictured himself slamming Harris to the bed and with his knees pinning Harris’s shoulders down so his cock could plunge into Harris’s eager mouth. Yeah that’s the ticket.

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