Room 21, Roadside Motel, Denver, Colorado....
Lex exited the shower to find that Lonnie had been gone. He slowly pulled on his attire which consisted of a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt complete with a pair of sneakers and Lonnie's suit jacket. His messy blond locks were still dripping from the water and he was still reeling from his encounter with Lonnie. He could hardly believe he was back and that he was gone again. He knew it had something to do with The Bitch and her attempts to keep him at home with her but he knew sooner or later Lonnie would find a way to come back to him. Exhausted but still a bit desperate to be closer to his lover, Lex made the decision to leave the Winsor and find another motel much closer in route to where Lonnie was being "held captive" by The Bitch.
He left the roadside motel afterward and attempted to keep his composure following his lover's departure. Lonnie had always been the restless sort, but he knew this time it had not been his doing. Lex sighed as he crawled into the bed of the new room and closed his eyes pulling Lonnie's jacket close to him as the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne lingered among the fabric. He knew the only way for him to get his lover to return was to permanently sever the relationship he had with the cheating whore he called a wife and make sure it was known that she betrayed him long before they even had their first encounter.
Lex found himself with his back pressed against the soft mattress, He'd been naked ever since he arrived stripping off his clothes after his recent shower and still very much reeling from his latest encounter with his absent lover. His blue eyes stared out into the darkness that surrounded him and the quiet that came with the late night hours as he stared up at the barely visible ceiling that appeared white even at this time, He had no doubt in his mind that Lonnie would find a way to come back to him, he always did even before they were seperated. From the moment they met, Lex was enthralled with the older less inhibited man finding him to be like a breath of fresh air amid thick sickening smog that seemed to have been his life before their first meeting.
He recalled the sharpness of the kitchen knife Lonnie had used and how intense it was that he'd pressed it along the soft flesh of his exposed neck while they stood in the kitchen silent and uneasy about their mutually new acquaintance. He seemed out of sorts, disoriented and enraged at the same time. Lex expected as much, but his memories of what it felt like to be near the older man seemed to flood his already weary mind as he stumbled backwards into the angry man's chest.
"Where the fuck am I?" Lonnie had asked. His agitation evident as he continued to hold the knife at the throat of a trembling Lex.
At the time, Lex was terrified of Lonnie and what he might do, but his attraction to the vulgar older man couldn't be denied and he found himself unable to adhere to anything else. Lonnie was an angry and willful man and from what Lex could gather he'd been lonely for quite some time. He didn't know what came over him in that moment, when he suddenly decided to reveal a secret he'd kept from almost everyone that had not been related to him, but there was something about Lonnie that seemed to compel his need for him.
Lonnie threw away the knife and ripped down his trousers then scooped him into his waiting arms and laid him onto the kitchen table. He seemed fascinated by the fact that Lex had both sets of genitalia due to his birth defect. He dropped his own trousers and slid himself between the younger lad's pale thighs not having a care in the world as he impaled the now screaming lad onto his enormous appendage.
Lex's screaming had been more or less due to being impaled and not in the least due to the encounter. He'd been soaking the surface of the table due to his need and his smaller cock was as solid as the one that impaled him when it came to his arousal. Lonnie grunted roughly thrusting the lad across the table and pinning him in place. He had no inhibitions as he had not even bothered to use protection nor did he ask for it.
Lonnie was much bigger than he initially thought at the time, stretching his little used orifice in ways that Lex's own hand had not dared to venture. It was instant attraction followed by endless rounds of uninhibited sex ever since that moment. Lex recalled being taken on the floor, against the wall in the darkened hallway, the shower a time or two and his bed when Lonnie finally had his fill.
In the present, Lex was still reeling from Lonnie having a go at him in the shower despite his mind being filled with questions about the strangeness that preceded his lover's recent shooting. He had taken off without a word, which wasn't like Lonnie at all, but more importantly it had something to do with the strange song he loathed and why he had loathed it in the first place.
Lonnie's seizures had concerned Lex as well as they had never been this bad before. He came to the conclusion that the shooting had a lasting impact on his lover and that he needed to move quickly if he were to secure himself in his life and get him back to the farmhouse where he belonged and out of the clutches of The Bitch while she went about with her lover as if she had not a care in the world.
Lex loathed The Bitch more than he had anyone else in the world. She'd been the sole reason for his initial separation from the man he loved before Lonnie entered his life and the lad was well aware that she had been the one to have him removed from the case as the staff let it slip that the concerns of Mrs. Rawsone hinted that her husband was spending too much time around the fourteen year old boy due to obsession with him.
The misplaced anger had found a new target in one Julia Rawsone once the truth had been known and Lex made it his mission to separate her from the man he loved ever since.
After all, she didn't deserve him.