The Remedy - part 1 of 4
The Break-Up
He was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hands when Kenzie came home from having lunch with a couple girlfriends. From the bags in her hands it looked like lunch had turned into some shopping, which explained why she was getting home from lunch at 8:37pm. He sat his mug on the end table, stood up, and walked over to her.
“Hey, babe,” she said as she leaned in and kissed his cheek before moving around him and down the hall to the bedroom. “You wouldn’t believe the deal I got on these shoes at…” Her voice was trailing off as she moved farther away from him, but it didn’t matter because he’d already tuned her out. He was wondering just how much of his money she’d spent and thinking that was a shitty thing to think when he’d been the one to insist she have her own cards for his accounts.
He followed her down the hall and leaned against the doorframe watching her hang two new dresses in the closet and then pull out a box that must have been the new shoes she got a deal on. She opened the box and held one up. “Aren’t these great?”
They looked like every other pairs of strappy black sandals in the closet but he just said, “Yeah. They’re real nice.” Jared’s ex-girlfriend Sandy had taught him years ago that women always like it when you compliment them on their shoes. The compliment didn’t seem to work this time though.
She blew her hair out of her face and he noticed a raised eyebrow. “What’s up, Chad? I know that slouch and pout. There’s something on your mind, so just spit it out.” She turned around to make space in her shoe rack for the new sandals.
Okay then. He could do this. He would do this. He would spit it out. He just needed to figure out his words. He didn’t give himself enough time before saying, “I think we should see other people.”
Kenzie whacked her elbow on the closet door as she turned back around to face him. “Fuck!” She grabbed her elbow with her other hand and for a moment Chad was glad she was hurt because the look in her eyes said she wanted to punch him in the face. “What the fuck, Chad? See other people? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Umm…”
“You’re fucking someone else, aren’t you?”
“No.” He wasn’t. He really wasn’t. Unless you counted … “Just that girl we brought home together last week, but … you were there. You’re the one who picked her out.”
“Are you seeing her now? Is that it? Are --”
“No! I’m not seeing anyone. I’m not fucking anyone. I just…”
“You just what? Want to be fucking someone?”
“Yes. No. I don’t -- I don’t know if this is working and I thought maybe we could relax things a little.”
“Relax things? What the fuck does that even mean? Relax things?”
“Like… we could still see each other, but maybe date other people too. You know … casual. Not so … not so serious, I guess.”
“Not so serious. I left my family 3000 miles away to come here for you, Chad. You said you wanted to be with me forever. I thought you were going to marry me.”
“See, that’s … I’m not ready for that. I’ve done that and --”
“No shit, asshole.” A shoe came flying at his head. And then another. And then two at once. Apparently she was making space in the closet for more than just the one new pair.
He watched her pull a bag from the top shelf and shove some clothes in it before moving to the dresser for more clothes and then into the bathroom for her toothbrush. He just stood in the doorway watching her and trying to figure out what to say. Trying to figure out what he’d already said that had been so bad. It wasn’t like he was breaking up with her. Just… relaxing things.
She brushed past him and down the hall back to the living room. “Text me when you’re going to be out of the house so I don’t have to see your sorry ass when I come back to get my stuff.” The words trailed behind her but this time they were more than loud enough for him to hear no matter how much he didn’t want to. And then came the slam of the front door.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself.
*****
He probably should have seen it coming, but Chad never expected Jared to be so sympathetic to Kenzie.
“She walked out on me, man. On me. I didn’t --”
“You told her you thought you should see other people, jackass. How did you expect her to react?”
“I don’t know. Last week when she was eating that girl’s pussy in our bed she didn’t seem averse to seeing other people.”
“Dude. You did not just equate the two of you -- together -- bringing home a girl to share with actually dating other people.”
“I don’t see how it’s all that different.”
Jared sighed and said, “No. Of course you don’t.”
“She wants me to get out of the house for a while so she can get her stuff, J. And I … I don’t have anywhere to go. Nobody’s in town except for people who are on her side.”
“Why don’t you come up for a few days? Hang out. We’ll get drunk and play Xbox and figure out how to fix this shit.”
Chad was quiet for a minute before he said, “What if I don’t want to fix it?”
Now it was Jared’s turn to be quiet. Then he said, “Seriously?” And while he couldn’t see or hear Chad’s nod, he continued as if he had. “If that’s what you want, we’ll … we’ll figure it out, okay? Just come up.”
“Okay.”
He hung up, bought a plane ticket online, then texted Kenzie: Leaving 7:30am tomorrow. Back next week.
Two minutes later he sent another message. I’m sorry. I wasn’t lying when I said I love you.
Re-Introductions
Since leaving the show Chad had been trying to get in the groove with his writing. He’d loved getting to write an episode of One Tree Hill and he’d definitely made notes for other television and movie ideas, but what he really wanted to do was write the great American novel. It was perhaps the one thing he’d had in common with Lucas Scott for all those years. He sure as hell wasn’t any good at basketball.
When he packed his bag for Vancouver, he made sure to take his new satchel with his laptop, his copy of On Writing -- Steven King was fucking brilliant -- his ruled moleskin notebook -- which he’d bought in Borders when he saw the note on the cover that Hemingway had used the classic notebook because who was more amazing than Hemingway? -- and his new fountain pen -- which made him feel more literary. He also had the latest edition of America’s Best Short Stories and a personal goal to read and write something every day.
He took his seat on the plane and pulled out his notebook. He’d start out with a journal entry. He’d read that journaling was a great way to get started as a writer.
Going to Jared’s to deal with the Kenzie mess. Can’t believe she left me and I’m stuck sitting in fucking coach, because first class was booked, which is crazy because who the fuck can afford to fly first class right now? First class is never booked. But whatever, I’m on the plane and I’m writing because I really want to be a writer. And wow, that’s stupid. I need to write about something real, something that happened.
I keep seeing Kenzie standing at the closet holding her banged elbow after she threw a shoe at me. Or maybe she banged her elbow first? I don’t remember. I wasn’t really paying attention, I was dealing with my pain. But now all I can see is her hands. Her sweet little hands. She used to wrap them around my cock while sucking me off. Cold hands, always so damn cold.
cold fingers slipping low
touching my sac
sliding in my ass
hot lips around my cock
sucking
sucking
sucking
swallowing
unh so good
He smiled to himself. That shit’s pretty good. Maybe I should try poetry instead of a novel. Much shorter, can’t be quite so hard. He closed his journal and put it back in his bag, his fountain pen safely tucked into a carry case so it wouldn’t accidently leak in his new “satchel” made from recycled authentic WWII bomber jackets. He caressed the soft, worn leather and closed his eyes. He was asleep before the plane even left the ground.
*****
“Dude” -- Jared pointed at Chad’s bag, laughing -- “is that a murse?”
“What?” Chad’s brow crinkled. “Murse?”
“Man purse. On your shoulder.”
“Fuck you. It’s a satchel. It’s got my writing stuff in it.”
“Whatever.” Jared shook his head and wrapped him in a hug. “Good to see you, man. You got luggage?”
“Nah. Just this.” He tipped his head at the rolling bag beside him. “Can’t handle waiting around baggage and fighting off all the fangirls right now.”
Jared snorted. “Right. Silly me.” He turned and headed to the exit for the parking garage and Chad followed shaking his head. It wasn’t Chad’s fault he was so much hotter than Jared and that girls were always trying to paw at him and shit. He was a sexy guy. And now he was a single sexy guy. Without Kenzie beside him, the chicks would be all over him.
They got out of the airport and into the flow of traffic before Jared really spoke again. “You hungry? I told Jensen we’d meet up with him and Danneel for dinner.”
“Sure.” He was pretty sure his voice was steady. He was hungry, but he wasn’t sure how much company he was ready for. When not distracted by hiding from fangirls, he was in pain. Great, suffering man pain. He didn’t know if he could handle being social with other people yet. But for Jared he would try. He bit his lip and pulled himself together. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
He could do totally this.
*****
Dinner was good. For a while. Jensen and Danneel weren’t all touchy feely and making Chad long for Kenzie. Instead they talked about work -- the final season of Supernatural and Danneel’s return to One Tree Hill. Then Chad put his foot in his mouth by saying, “I guess you sucked the right dick and they’re giving you some of the money they’re not giving me.”
Danneel wasn’t amused. She was, however, quick to return fire. “Maybe they decided to get someone who hasn’t already sucked all of their dicks.”
Jensen might have choked at that. Jared might have laughed and said, “Damn, Danny. That was rough.”
“But true.” She looked at Chad, daring him to deny it.
He’d always hated the way she quirked her eyebrow when parlaying some witty Rachel dialog. He hated it even more now that it wasn’t scripted. Smart women were hot. Except when they used their brains to make you feel like shit.
“Go easy on him,” Jared said. “He thinks he just got dumped.”
“Thinks?” He caught himself before he let his voice get much louder, turning to look at Jared. “I did get dumped asshole. She’s probably packing her shit right now. She threw a shoe at me.”
Everyone chuckled at that. Then Jared gave him a serious look and said, “You dumped her, Chad. I thought we hashed this out on the phone.”
“All I said was that maybe we should see other people.” He looked from Jared to Jensen, then briefly to Danneel before back to Jensen. He seemed most likely to be sympathetic. He’d burned through Playboy bunnies faster than he drank a pot of coffee on a shooting day. “I just meant maybe we should back off a little. Relax things for a while”
Jensen glanced at Danneel then shoved a piece of meat in his mouth and didn’t say a word. He had good table manners.
He was also clearly pussy-whipped.
“Come on, Danny. You’ve met her.” He didn’t mean to whine and cringed at the sound of his own voice.
“Yeah, Chad, I have. And I told you -- as did everyone else -- that the whole thing was a bad idea. She’s young and you were always destined to get tired of it.”
“I need a stronger drink for this.” Those last words could have come from any of them.
*****
They went to a bar a few doors down from the restaurant. As the evening passed they all got progressively more and more drunk until Chad found himself alone in the men’s room. He locked himself in a stall, put the lid down on the toilet and climbed onto the tank, pulling his feet up. He was hiding -- from himself and the rest of the world.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before the door opened letting in the raucous noise of the crowd and the band in the main room, then closed again leaving him to hear his own breathing, shuffling feet, the clicking of high heels, and a giggling voice that was very familiar.
“Jensen, we’re gonna get caught.” More giggles then an oomph as a body crashed against the wall between Chad’s stall and the one right next to him.
“Relax, baby. I’ll be quick.” Chad rolled his eyes.
“Oh yeah” -- Chad could practically hear Danneel rolling her eyes -- “just what I wanted to hear.”
This time it was Jensen who was laughing. “Not too quick. Promise.”
Chad heard a zipper and the rustling of clothes. Saw a pair of panties slide down to the floor around Danneel’s ankles. She stepped out with one leg and the foot didn’t come back down. Chad heard her moan and could imagine Jensen holding her leg up around his hip as he pushed into her. The wall shook rhythmically, as Jensen thrust slow and steady into his girlfriend. His fucking hot-as-shit, fucks-in-a-bar-bathroom girlfriend.
“Oh, oh yeah, baby. Do it.”
Do what?
“Love your finger in my ass. Almost as good as your big cock.” And that was Jensen.
Holy shit! Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Chad couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Was Jensen for real? Did he let Danneel fuck him with some sex toy? Jesus that was hot. Chad spread his legs and reached down to squeeze his balls. He felt like he was going to come in his pants just listening to them. He could just imagine Danneel’s head tipped back against the wall, Jensen biting at her neck between the dirty words spilling from him.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Wanna feel you come all over me, so wet and slip-- Yeah, that’s it.”
She was practically screaming and Chad looked up to see her hand grasp the top of the wall between them. Her knuckles white as she squeezed the metal wall. Then her other hand was there and both of her feet were gone and the pounding was harder and faster.
“Fuck me, Jen… Fuck me hard… Want it… Want it so much.”
“Shit” and “fuck” came out in breathy whispers from both of them. Chad could hear just how wet Danneel was; he was reminded of the squelching sound that his pocket pussy made when he used tons of lube.
“Fuck, Dann. Gonna…unh. Oh…oh shit…unh.” Jensen stilled and groaned as Danneel made more whimpering noises and Chad came in his pants.
He must have made some kind of noise because all of a sudden everything went completely still and silent then Danneel said, “Hello? Is someone in here?”
“Uh…” What was he supposed to say.
Danneel’s feet came down and then he heard the lid to the other toilet drop and then there she was peaking over the top of the wall at him. He was still holding his balls through his pants and he could feel heat in his cheeks. Danneel’s own face was flushed, but it looked more like it was from the sex than from embarrassment, especially judging by the shit-eating grin on her face.
It wasn’t quite fair. Chad figured he should be the one with the shit-eating grin. He was the one who just got the free show, after all. Or maybe not a show, exactly, but close enough.
“What the fuck?” Jensen’s voice.
Danneel looked down at him and said, “It’s just Chad. Jerking off in the bathroom.”
“I wasn’t jerking off.”
She looked at him with that damn eyebrow raised again.
“I wasn’t.” He moved his hand to show that he was still all zipped up. The wet spot on his pants didn’t really help his argument though. “I just --”
“Came in your pants from the sound of us?” Her grin was even bigger now. Chad had never seen anyone so satisfied with herself before. She was fucking gorgeous, even though she pissed him off. “That’s actually kind of hot. If I overlook the fact that you’re you.”
Then she hopped down and he saw her pull up her panties. The stall door opened and he heard water running in the sink for a minute and then, “Catch you later, Chad.” Jensen was muttering something that he couldn’t make out as they left the bathroom. Chad was just grateful Jensen wasn’t punching him in the face.
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