almost caught

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 6: almost caught

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Jordan’ dreams were a mixture of nightmares and something hidden when he attempted to claw his way to consciousness. He knew something was wrong and forced his eyes open feeling warm but his head protested something fierce along with his bladder.

There was also something warm and solid next to him when he looked over his shoulder to see Derrick fast asleep. The place was dark apart from the street lights outside lighting the place enough for him to see.

“Oh my god,” he breathed as he sat up and groaned despite his protesting head. “Oh shit!”

“Oh this is not happening! This can’t be happening,” Jordan hissed picking up his fallen cell phone to see two missed phone calls from Shawn and his dad, two messages from his dad asking him where he was.

It also informed him it was seven thirty and his bladder was protesting awfully. He hurried away to the bathroom staring into the bowl as he pissed and massaged his temples.

Jordan didn’t want to look in the mirror and kept his head down when he stepped out to see Derrick now awake staring at him with narrowed eyes.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered with a sniff looking around.

“I stayed over, my dad is going to kill me, I’m dead, I’m so, so, so, dead,” he muttered sitting on the end of the bed when he grabbed his jeans and discarded shoes. “Why didn’t you wake me up and send me home?!”

Derrick didn’t answer and instead slapped his hand over his mouth. “Please, please, shut up, I have a headache and your talking is forbidden.”

Jordan glared at him as he stood yanking them on and doing them up with his converse. It was too early, his head and body ached in the worst way, and his eyes couldn’t stop looking at the mark on Derrick’s neck.

It was his mark on him and the worst thing in the world was how good he looked in the morning. There was no care in Derrick’s world when he stretched out on the bed whilst Jordan fussed and worried.

“I’m going to go,” Jordan muttered jerking his thumb over his shoulder backing away to collect his forgotten bag of candy and chips.

“Sure,” Derrick murmured watching him leave. “Come here first.”

Jordan swallowed when he walked over him half confused half curious when Derrick grunted sitting up and reached into his front pocket for his cell phone.

Derrick typed on it before handing it back to him.

“It saves me bumping into you in the nights,” he murmured lying back down.

There was a squeeze in his chest when he nodded and backed up heading to the door. Jordan took the stairs when he practically ran down them till he reached the main door and shivered in the wind of the morning. It was a long walk to the store to collect the Jeep he prayed was still there.

His prayers were answered when he instantly saw it when he arrived and opened her up climbing in. His first visit would be to go to Shawn’s waking him up to get an alibi for why he wasn’t home.

Melissa’s car wasn’t in the driveway when he arrived and he breathed out his relief when he got out his own key to open the door. The house was silent when he hurried up the stairs and barged into Shawn’s bedroom to see him sprawled across it.

“Yo!” he shouted kicking the bed so he jumped spitting his comforter out of his mouth and reached over turning on his lamp. The bedroom was filled with an orange yellow light.

“Jordan?” he croaked staring at him with bleary eyes. “What the hell dude?”

“I need you to be my alibi, I did – I did something stupid and I need you to cover my ass,” Jordan pleaded staring at him when Shawn woke up looking him up and sown.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you? Have you seen yourself?”

“No, why?” Jordan whispered and headed to his mirror. “Holy shit!”

His cheeks were red in the worst way from stubble burn, his neck dotted with the odd hickey, and he looked rough as hell. It looked like he’d been screwing someone all night along and it was only half the truth when he thought back to the blow job.

“Jordan?!” Shawn demanded much more alert.

“I, um, I don’t know how to explain this but you need to trust me,” Jordan pleaded turning towards him.

“I tried calling you last night but all I got was voicemail…where were you? No, who were you with?!”

“In…Narnia, literally, I was in a place I thought I would never, ever, be, and did things I never, ever, thought I would,” he muttered staring at the wall before glancing at Shawn staring at him confused. “Look! I will explain all of this later, just…if my dad asks questions I was here all night and this…this is from…your carpet! We wrestled.”

“What? Jordan, wait!” Shawn called after him when he hurried downstairs and out of the front door. He climbed into his Jeep starting her up and driving her home.

The groan that escaped him when he saw his dad’s car in the driveway made his stomach twist in the worst way.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted stepping out and locking the door quietly enough when he opened the front door carefully and quietly. The house was quiet in the way he didn’t like when he kicked off his shoes quietly and headed to the stairs.

“Jordan,” his dad said from the living room scaring him when he stumbled nearly falling over.

“Oh, hey, what you doing up you should be in bed?” Jordan said licking his lip and looking at his dad sat on the sofa, the television on mute, and a cup in his hands.

“Cut the small talk, where have you been?”

“Shawn’s , his, um, his date didn’t go well. He needed his bro,” Jordan lied with a shrug. “I woke up early but not early enough it seems. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I was worried when your car wasn’t there and your bed was unslept in,” he scolded looking at him. “Are you okay? You look pale but your cheeks are pink.”

“Yeah, dad, I’m fine, I just need some sleep,” he muttered keeping in the darkness of the hallway. It was still dark outside and he saw his dad grunt in agreement when he stood up turning off the television.

Jordan kept his head down when he climbed the stairs and shut the door behind him in relief. He breathed out shakily switching on the light when he looked in the mirror and turned his head side to side inspecting the damage. It wasn’t too bad.

Jordan knew he smelt. He could smell the whiskey, Derrick’s cologne all over him, and could still taste him on his tongue and lips. He stripped out of his clothes when he lied down in his bed and wrapped himself up tight feeling exhausted.

This was the start of something big for the both of them and without a doubt he couldn’t wait to find out what.

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TBC