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Andre's gray Pontiac Grand Am tore down the empty highway, its headlights illuminating the forests lining the roadsides. The cabin reeked of cheap weed and the gun oil used for the weapon wrapped in thick cloth in the trunk.
Cal sat in the passenger seat next to him, his feet propped up on the dashboard. He was scratching his already disheveled blond hair, and in his eyes burned that same idiotic, dreamy gleam that Andre simply couldn't stand lately.
"She really said that, can you believe it?"
Cal chuckled, looking out the window at the trees whizzing by.
"Rachel thinks I'm, like, mysterious or something. When we were standing behind the school, she got like, really close to me, it was weird."
Andre gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He was frankly sick of this chatter. Something inside him was uncontrollably boiling over. He couldn't be jealous of this idiot over a girl, that would be too pathetic and "faggoty." But the image of Cal standing next to Rachel made him nauseous.
"Shut up, Cal."
Kriegman cut him off. His voice came out sharper than he intended.
"What? Dude, I'm just telling you. She really believes that I'm..."
"I don't give a fuck what she believes."
Andre practically spat the words.
"You're talking bullshit. We have a job, we have a plan. And you're sitting here drooling over that underage bitch like you're twelve."
The blond frowned and took his feet off the dashboard. He turned to Andre, genuinely not understanding what the problem was.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm just sharing. We're like, friends, aren't we? Besides, me and Rachel are just friends too. Lately, you've been acting totally psycho. Every little thing sets you off screaming."
"I'm not 'psycho'."
Andre hissed, feeling his head throb.
"I'm just tired of listening to your bullshit. You wanna fuck her? Is that your goal? To throw away everything we've built for a few minutes in her stupid cunt?"
"What does that have to do with anything?! I don't need that shit!"
Cal slammed his hand against the door.
"You're talking complete crap. Are you jealous, or what? 'Cause nobody looks at you that way?"
That was the last straw. Andre violently wrenched the steering wheel, tires screeching against the asphalt as the car swerved onto the shoulder. He braked so hard Cal nearly slammed his forehead into the windshield. Dust engulfed the car in a thick cloud.
"Get out."
Kriegman said quietly. It was that tone of voice that would make anyone's knees buckle.
"What? Are you kidding me? We're in the middle of the fucking forest!"
"Get out of the car."
The brunette jumped out first. He walked around the car, feeling the adrenaline spike. He wasn't thinking at all about what he was doing. A feeling like after that weed he used to keep in his glove compartment. Opening the trunk, he threw back the cloth and pulled out his revolver, a Ruger GP100.
Then he headed straight for the passenger door. Opening it, he yelled again:
"Get up!"
Andre grabbed Cal by the collar of his t-shirt and literally hurled him onto the roadside.
Gabriel didn't have time to react and fell to his knees in the grass. Dirt instantly soaked into his light jeans. He looked up, squinting against the headlights, and saw Andre. He stood over him, breathing heavily, gripping the cold barrel in his hand.
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
Cal chuckled nervously, brushing dirt off his shirt.
"Put the gun away, Andre. This isn't funny anymore."
"I'm not joking."
Andre pressed the barrel to Cal's temple.
"I'm sick of you. Your whining, your constant stupid jokes. You think you're in charge here? Think I'll put up with your bullshit?"
Gabriel froze. He wasn't scared, he was just bewildered by what was happening. He knew Andre too well. Or so he thought.
"You won't shoot."
He said calmly, looking Andre straight in the eye.
"You wouldn't dare. You'd have no one left to scream at if you blew my head off."
Andre felt everything inside him boil over. Cal's confidence and calm enraged him more than anything. The blond tried to get up, but Andre immediately delivered a sharp kick from his heavy army boot to his shoulder, slamming him back down to the ground.
"I said sit!"
Andre snarled, feeling his own cruelty make his heart slam against his ribs like crazy.
"Fuck, Cal, listen when I talk! You're nothing without me. You're just a part of my plan. Just a part of Zero Day."
"Fuck you..."
Cal groaned, writhing from the pain in his shoulder.
"What did you say?"
Andre put his boot on Cal's thigh, pressing him into the ground with his full weight. The blond gasped in pain, feeling his muscles compress under the rough sole. He hated his own weakness in that moment, hated Andre, but there was nothing he could do.
"Say it again."
Gabriel looked up at him. There was something in his gaze that made Kriegman freeze. He looked disheveled, humiliated, pinned to the ground. It triggered a strange, sharp feeling in the pit of the brunette's stomach.
"Damn..."
Kriegman looked down at the blond, dirty hair, at the defensively arched neck. His gaze slid to Cal's lips. Thin, always chapped, now they were slightly parted in mute shock. Andre began to slowly lower the revolver. From his temple, down his cheek, leaving a red streak from the metal on his skin. To his chin. To his lips.
"Open up."
Andre ordered in a rough voice.
Cal froze. His eyes widened.
"You're sick... Andre, this is too far. You're fucking crazy, completely gone."
"I said, put it in your fucking mouth!"
Andre pressed down harder with his boot, making Gabriel cry out.
Not waiting for an answer, the brunette used his free hand to grab Cal by the jaw, fingers squeezing roughly, and forcefully shoved the revolver barrel into his mouth. Cal jerked, choking on his own muffled sounds, his teeth scraping against the metal.
"Now suck it."
Andre hissed, leaning down closer. His face was just inches from Cal's.
"Suck my barrel, bitch. Pretend it's what you really want."
Then he straightened up again.
Gabriel tried to protest, his hands desperately clutching at Andre's thighs, but the barrel was jammed deep into his throat. He had to submit. He started moving his jaw slowly, enveloping the cold metal. His eyes were watering, whether from pain or a gag reflex. His thoughts were jumbled. Humiliation mixed with pain and a strange, frightening arousal he desperately tried to suppress.
Andre watched, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second. It was better than any porn. Cal on his knees, Cal with tears in his eyes, bending to his will. He felt the blood rush to his groin, his jeans growing tight. Kriegman ran his hand through Cal's blond hair, gripping it and pulling his head back to see everything.
"That's it, good."
He whispered mockingly.
"If your father could see you now. Or your Rachel. You look like a total whore, Cal."
Andre moved his boot from Gabriel's thigh slightly to the side. Slowly, with sadistic pleasure, he pressed the heavy sole down on Cal's crotch. The blond let out a groan muffled by the barrel, his body arching, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, smearing the gun.
"You like that, don't you?"
Kriegman pressed harder, savoring the way Cal twitched under his foot. His breathing had become completely hoarse; he was on edge.
"You're so special, so sensitive. Go on, whimper for me."
Cal moaned, choking. Tears rolled involuntarily down his cheeks, and saliva was already soaking his chin. This sight pushed Andre to the edge. He hated himself for how much it turned him on. Hated that he wanted to drop the gun and fuck Cal's mouth himself.
But he just pulled his hair harder, forcing Gabriel to choke on the barrel.
After about a minute, Andre, feeling that one more second and he'd come right in his jeans, abruptly yanked the revolver out. Gabriel collapsed onto his side, coughing convulsively and spitting onto the ground.
Kriegman stood over him, looking at the pistol. The barrel glistened with Cal's saliva.
"You... you're completely..."
Cal struggled to get up, wiping his mouth with his hand. In his eyes, fury finally ignited.
"You're a fucking crazy asshole, Andre! What the fuck was that?! Do you even hear yourself? You're fucking insane!"
Cal shoved Andre hard in the chest. He barely kept his balance, processing what had just happened. It was weird, dirty and exciting at the same time. He watched as Gabriel, stumbling and cursing nonstop, headed back to the car.
"Fuck you and your Zero Day and everything else!"
The blond yelled, slamming the door.
Andre was left standing alone on the roadside. He looked at the revolver in his hand. Saliva was still slowly dripping down it. Something made him bring the barrel to his face. Smelling the scent of Cal's saliva, he slowly stuck out his tongue and licked it off, closing his eyes.