Pus Junkies

—4—

The weekend went by too quickly. Kip knew he was being ridiculous, but he didn’t want his mom to leave. He also knew that Zak was right, that he should be excited about being at home without an adult, just him and his cousin. It seemed like the perfect set up too. They could invite some girls over, just like Zak had started to say the other night before Kip had cut him off. Zak didn’t bring it up again, and for that Kip was grateful.

And even if we did invite some girls over here, they wouldn’t do anything with me. They would be here for Zak.

His mom had left the house a couple of hours ago. She didn’t know he was awake. They had said their goodbyes the night before, and Kip did everything he could not to show how upset he was. He just smiled at her, hugged her, told her how happy he was that she was getting this opportunity.

She just kept saying how good this was for them, how if things went right their lives would be so much better. But Kip didn’t think they had a bad life. As far as he was concerned, everything at home was just how he liked it. It was the only place he felt safe, the only place he felt he belonged.

He couldn’t sleep. Just knowing his mom was probably on an airplane right then, leaving him, he had tossed and turned for hours before finally giving up and just getting out of bed. Zak lay on his stomach, his breaths rattling as he slept. Kip almost woke him up, just to have someone to talk to, keep him company, but decided to leave his cousin alone.

He stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, all of his clothes piled onto the floor. The acne looked like it was getting worse. Since he found out about his mom leaving for a week, his skin reacted with an explosion of new pimples, flowing over his entire torso like red lizard skin.

Each bump looked filled to capacity with milky white pus. The whiteheads gleamed in the fluorescent light of the bathroom, coated in a thin layer of grease.

As he stared at himself, the zits got to moving, pumping and thrusting. Waves of pulsating movement across his body like ripples. A couple of them burst from the rapid thrashing, squirting white and red gunk onto the sink and splattering across the mirror.

It felt so good, Kip was already stroking himself before he even realized what he was doing. He scraped his nails across his chest, bursting three of the larger zits like tiny water balloons. The pus squirted into the palm of his hand, and he used it as lubricant, biting his lip as the pleasure rode his flesh in rhythmic bursts.

It didn’t take long for him to finish. He stared at his semen floating in the water of the toilet, looking like bleached man-o-war tentacles. After he flushed that down, he took another long look at himself. The pimples had calmed again, though the ones that had burst were now spewing a good amount of blood which mixed with his sweat and seemed to coat his entire chest and stomach.

He felt better. Turning his back to the mirror, he inspected the skin of his back and ass cheeks. The acne covered them, all sizes and stages of growth, the skin a neon red. Some of the zits were so big they looked like nipples with white tips and red areola. Kip tried to reach back and pop them, but couldn’t reach. He got a few on his shoulders, and could have reached the ones on his lower back and ass, but decided to save them for later.

But that big bastard on his bottom lip still wasn’t quite ready. No whitehead, just a big red bump, and every time he tried to squeeze it, it only made the thing bigger, more irritated. After going at it for about ten minutes and doing nothing but making it worse, Kip gave up, ran his tongue across the oiled mountain of red flesh.

The pills sat on the bathroom counter. A small paper box, a big picture of a pregnant lady with a red X slashed across her. There were even drawings of deformed babies, warning Kip of how powerful the drugs were, that if a pregnant woman took them, there wasn’t just a chance the fetus could have birth defects, it was a goddamn certainty.

“Worthless pills,” Kip whispered as he balled the package up and tossed it into the trash. There was no hope to cure his acne. He knew that now.

And the more he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to cure it.

It was who he was. It defined him.

The acne might be the only good thing he had going for him.

Before walking out of the bathroom, he ran a loving hand over his face, his chest. The scabrous and oily flesh tickled his palm, and then he cut the light off and went back to his room.

Chuck busted a good nut, rubbed it over Jade’s ass cheeks like lotion. Such a perfect ass. Nothing like seeing his own cum splash across it.

Jade, still bent over, clicked her tongue. “Get me a fucking towel. I hate when you do that shit.”

“Chill out. Let me catch my fucking breath.”

She rolled her eyes, swiped his shirt from the floorboard of his Mustang.

“Hold up, don’t—”

But she was already sliding the fabric over the creamy mess, wiping it off, then threw the shirt into Chuck’s face.

The wetness hit him right in the mouth, and he tossed the shirt away, spat, gagged. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“What’s wrong? You got your nut off, didn’t you?”

Chuck wanted to slam his fist into the back of her head, but she was right. Jade was easily the best piece of ass in school, and any time she was in the mood for some Chuck roast, he made sure to get his ass—and cock—there as quickly as he could. Before she changed her mind, which she was prone to do.

“I guess you’re right about that, baby.” He leaned over, kneaded her breasts, tweaked her dark nipples. It wasn’t until he tried to kiss her that she stopped him, crammed her open palm into the middle of his face and shoved him away.

“We’re done. Quit fucking touching me for a second, okay?” She pulled a joint out of her purse, lit it. “Can’t find my fucking coke. Probably left it in Zak’s car.”

Chuck slammed his fist into the back of the driver’s seat headrest. “I swear to God, if you bring up that motherfucker one more time, I’m kicking you the fuck outta this car.”

Jade only smiled, let the dense smoke roll from between her fat, pink lips. Sweat beads covered her face and chest like clear pimples, bringing that little fucker Toad to Chuck’s mind.

“What do you have against Zak? You just fucked his girl, didn’t you?” She took a long draw from the joint, then finally passed it to Chuck. “What is it with you fucking jocks, man? Always gotta pick on people. What, he’s the new guy, so you and your fucking lughead friends gotta give him shit?”

Chuck took a deep hit, blew the smoke right into her face. “I don’t wanna talk about that cocksucker. Didn’t I just tell you that? And what’s this about you being his girl?”

She only shrugged, still waving the smoke out of her face. “Like I said. We might’ve had a little fight, but that don’t mean anything.”

“That fuckhead’s been in town, what, a week? And you already claimed him, huh? Then why you here with my cum all over your ass?”

“Told you. We had a fight. I was horny. Is that a fucking problem?” She reached over and snatched the joint from his fingertips. “Where’s your little cheerleader, Chuck? Shouldn’t your dick be with her instead of me?”

Chuck’s dick was now limp, stuck to the side of his inner thigh with Jade’s fluids. He pulled his pants up, nearly pulled his shirt on before he remembered it was thick with his nut.

“I already told you. I’m done with that bitch. She’s fucking annoying, man. Nags constantly.” He scooted closer to Jade, grabbed the back of her neck. She tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t let her, pulled her in and kissed her long and hard. The smoke she’d been holding in burst into his mouth, but he didn’t care. When he finally let her go, she slapped him, but had a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I love you. I don’t love her. Never did. It’s you I want.”

Jade shook her head, started pulling her clothes back on. When she started laughing, Chuck nearly clocked her on the side of the head, but held back, concentrated on the bulge of her tits against her white t-shirt, the way her nipples pressed up against it like thick pencil erasers.

“You’re joking, right?” she said.

“Whatta you mean?”

“Did you really just say that you love me? Because if you did, you better be fucking joking.”

But I do love you. I’ve always loved you.

“Because I just got done telling you that me and Zak, we’re a couple. I’m his girl. So keep your motherfucking love to yourself.”

Chuck had so much he wanted to say right then, but he bit his tongue. He knew when to push Jade and when to back off, and by the tone of her voice, he knew which to do then.

“Take me home, man.”

“No problem.” Chuck didn’t say another word to her all the way to her house. When they drove up, Jade had the door open before he had ever pulled all the way over.

“See you.” She eased the door shut and started walking toward the house.

“Wait,” Chuck said, trying to whisper as loud as he could. “You going to the party?”

Without turning to face him, she just said. “I’ll be there. With my man.”

And then she entered the house and was gone.

Chuck smiled, checked his face in the rearview mirror. His chin was bruised some, but not as bad as he thought it would.

Yeah, you’ll be with your man. And when I see that motherfucker, he’ll wish he never moved here.

And then once he took care of Zak, once he got that asshole out of the picture completely, Toad was history.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed Chelsea’s number.

It rang six times, and just when Chuck was going to give up…

“H-hello? Chuck?”

“Hey, baby. What you doing?”

“What time is it?”

“Does it matter? I wanna see you. Now.”

There was silence, and then a soft giggle. “You’re so bad. My parents are asleep. You can climb in through my window… just like last time.”

“Good. Be there in ten.”