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DEADLY SENSE (PART 1)
“My mom is downstairs. She will be here any minute now, so fix yourself up,” I said, throwing his clothes at him.
Lathyrus attempted to hide his bizarre deformity–a pair of small, apple-sized breasts.
“Did you ever tell her anythin’ ’bout us?” he asked, covering himself.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out some sob story for you–”
“Like with Mr. Royadie?”
“Fuck no,” I said, pushing him back.
I tried to keep myself calm and my voice low, but it was a lot harder than it looked. How could I explain this to Mom? What would I say first? Where would I begin? If she ever saw Lathyrus and his breasts…it was Game Over for me.
Oh God, what am I going to do?
“My mom’s not like that,” I whispered.
“Oh, really?” Lathyrus moved his head to the side. “You sure are actin’ funny now that you’ve seen ’em–the real me.”
“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”
I pretended to be honky-dory, despite that everything was going to hell in a handbasket. Lathyrus narrowed his eyes at me and dropped his clothing.
“You know I’ve got boobs, but you sure don’t look fine to me,” he said.
I told him the truth. “I don’t care if you have tits, all right.”
“That’s what they all say,” Lathyrus said, in a huff. “Every guy acts like a pervert ’round me when they see I’m a boy with fuckin’ hooters and a penis. Ya’ll think I’m some sex toy to be played with.”
“Titties or not…you’re still my friend, Lathyrus. I’m not like those other guys.”
Lathyrus agreed with me. “Yeah, there’s somethin’ fishy ’bout you too–but I can’t put my finger on it yet. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
I paid no attention to him. “Please, shut up and let me think for a moment.”
I thought long and hard. What can I say to Mom, so she doesn’t freak out?
“Do you know anythin’ ’bout your mom. ‘Bout her life?” Lathyrus asked.
He was still not wearing his clothes nor putting them on.
“No. But she’s not some perv like your friends are…okay. If we play our cards right, we can have her on our side. She may even protect you, if you just go out there and tell her the truth. That much I know about her. She’s very smart and compassionate. Strong too.”
Lathyrus rose to his feet, marched on over, and cornered me. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”
I bumped in to my closet, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Lathyrus didn’t have anything on, and he seemed angry with me. Did he not care about his appearance? He leaned closer. I felt his breasts, pressing against my flat chest.
My face felt hot all of a sudden. Why hadn’t I noticed it sooner? Why was I so blind to see? Was I that stupid? How long did he keep this a secret for? Lathyrus backed off a little, and then said the strangest thing ever.
“You wanna touch ’em?” he joked.
I shoved him away from me. “No, I don’t want to touch you.”
Lathyrus quickly grabbed both my wrists and wouldn’t let go. “You know you want to.”
My face was turning bright red and he knew it. I turned my head the other way.
Lathyrus smirked at me. “You scared?”
“I-I’m not scared.” I gulped. “I’m just nervous. That’s all.”
He held my hands right over his soft tits. “Your face’s all red.”
No shit, Sherlock! I thought, closing my eyes tight.
Lathyrus lifted my chin, and then pinched my right arm hard. He made me look at him–at his breasts. Lathyrus playfully stuck his tongue out and then licked the side of my face, like a wild animal.
“Eww gross. Are you some kind of dog now?” I asked, shuddering at the thought.
“You could say that. At least I ain’t ashamed of my own body,” he whispered in my ear. “I bet you’re a pussy cat, ’cause you’re so delicate and shy. You’re so uncomfortable in your own damn skin.”
My fingers were trembling, since I couldn’t move.
“You can squeeze ’em if you want. If you’re good, I’ll let you suck on one.”
Lathyrus was actually daring me to do it, to squeeze them. “Every man does it at some point in their lives.”
My legs were quivering in anxiousness. I couldn’t stop gawking at his smooth, round breasts; the right tit was larger than the other and his nipples were erect. His boobs were drooping downward as they jiggled a little, once he moved slightly to the left. He was standing on his toes going up and down. Any minute now, I’d faint.
“It’s not so bad once you get the hang of ’em,” Lathyrus added, making his breasts shake in front of me. “Hidin’ ’em is the tricky part. They’re really small–I don’t need a bra or any support.”
I clasped his breasts gently and then he smiled. They were real and warm too; his breasts were the most interesting thing I’d ever seen. Lathyrus stopped what he was doing and lowered my arms for me, because I couldn’t move them. Looking down at my sweaty palms, I thought I had touched something I wasn’t supposed to. I felt like a dirty old man more than anything.
“How’d it–?” I tried to speak, but couldn’t find my voice.
Lathyrus finished my question for me. “How’d it happen?”
I nodded, meekly. Lathyrus noticed I couldn’t stop staring at my shaky hands.
“I think I was born with it–it’s a condition. I can’t remember what it’s called. Street drugs can cause it too, but I think mine’s heredity. Somethin’ in my genes.”
“Have you gone to the doctor to get it…you know, removed?” I asked, putting my hands down to my side.
I wanted to wipe away the odd sensation of his breasts on my shirt and pants, but I didn’t have the heart to do it. By doing that, it would probably hurt his feelings and make Lathyrus think that he was unclean. Besides, deep down inside, I kind of liked it. I’d never admit it to Lathyrus though that I actually enjoyed touching them.
“Surgery doesn’t fuckin’ help. Mr. Royadie has it though, ever since he was a kid like me…and that’s why he’s such an inspiration,” Lathyrus explained to me.
“Mr. Royadie had man boobs when he was younger? Are you fucking serious?” I asked.
“Whatever man. I don’t expect you to understand what I’m goin’ through. He had a lonely life, growin’ up–”
“So, that’s why he’s so angry and mean…and that gives him a reason to flunk students in his class?”
“He’s not like that,” Lathyrus tried to make me understand. “People do mean things all the time when they’re sad. Have you ever been sad before?”
I took a seat on my bed. “Yeah, plenty of times,” I whispered.
Lathyrus sat beside me, crossing his arms. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to judge people.”
“Geez, I get it. Maybe I do feel sorry for the old sap…just a little.”
“You see. We’re not so different after all.”
“Can’t you take medications for it?”
“I can, but it’s expensive and there’s no guarantee it’ll work.”
“Do you know what causes it?” I asked.
“Low testosterone. I’ve got a lot of female hormones. It’s called estrogen or somethin’.”
“Oh, I see. Does it effect other parts of the body as well?” I fumbled with my fingers, trying not to look at him directly.
Lathyrus raised his brow. “No…”
“What parts are you takin’ ’bout?”
“You know, you keep sayin’ that and you don’t act like it’s nothin’.”
“It’s okay, alright.”
“You sound like a broken record, man.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
Lathyrus turned his back to me; he grabbed his shirt and finally started to get dressed. He picked up his pants from off the floor as well. Didn’t watch him, since I was too afraid to look. I covered my eyes and stayed away from him.
“You did see it, didn’t you? I’ve got a penis. Why don’t you take a good look at it while you’re here,” Lathyrus said, looking over his shoulder.
“I saw everything when I was undressing you, even the scars on your back. Where’d you get those?”
“And that made it aight to fuck with me, eh?”
“I didn’t fuck with you. You were fucking with me.”
“Did you have a taste while I was out? Did you like it? You put me in your mouth, didn’t you?”
My face got hotter and hotter. “I would never…do that…”
A hand touched the doorknob and twisted it. Someone opened the door. Lathyrus heard it first and scrambled to hide. Isa stood in front of us watching in silence, out of sheer curiosity.
“Hey Isa,” I whispered, rushing over to her.
I closed the door quietly. Then, picked her up in my arms. I thought I had locked it, but apparently I hadn’t. Must’ve forgotten about that in the heat of the moment, since I was scrambling to get everything back in order for Mom, before she noticed anything was missing.
“Who’s that?” Isa pointed at Lathyrus.
“He’s my friend,” I said. “Please, don’t tell Mommy. Okay?”
Isa nodded eagerly. “Kay.”
She was dressed in her Winnie the Pooh pajamas; Isa handed Teddy over to our new guest, but Lathyrus was slightly confused by it.
“What does she want me to do?” he asked.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “She’s introducing you to someone special.”
“Teddy says ‘hi,” Isa said, smiling innocently enough.
My little sister was actually behaving herself, for once in her life. Lathyrus rubbed the back of his head and forced a smile, but he was a still shy with my sister there. I gently placed Isa’s feet on the carpet; she stared upward at Lathyrus and was in awe of his height. Maybe she thought he was the friendly green giant, but Isa wouldn’t stop staring at him.
“She’s never seen anyone like you before,” I said.
Lathyrus raised his brow. “You mean, someone as dark as me?”
“I didn’t mean to say it like that. You do realize we both have the same skin color, right?”
We kept whispering back and forth to one another.
“I dunno, man. You sure she ain’t afraid of me?” Lathyrus asked. “What if she screams?”
“She won’t scream. Why would she be scared of you?”
Isa skipped to Lathyrus and suddenly had her arms wide open.
Lathyrus nudged me in the stomach. “What’s she doin’ now?”
“What does it look like? She wants a hug. Give her one or she’ll be sad,” I explained. “She’s almost six years old for Pete’s sake.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Lathyrus asked, nervously.
“Yeah, just do it. What’s the harm?”
“Remember what I said before, about the touching.”
“I’ll cover my arms and hands. To be on the safe side.”
“Do whatever you need to do.”
Lathyrus put on his purple sweater and made sure all his bare skin was completely covered; he knelt over to Isa, and gave her a gentle embrace while giving me this worried look on his face. I told Lathyrus everything was fine. Isa kissed his covered neck, luckily it was only the fabric she touched. Lathyrus seemed to take a liking to Isa and blushed as he put my baby sister down on the floor to go on her merry way.
“I love you, buh-bye!” Isa waved at Lathyrus, and then skipped away.
She unlocked my door and closed it on her way out.
“She got that line from a cartoon…” I grinned at him.
Lathyrus seemed sad at that point.
“What’s up?” I asked, touching his shoulder.
“I-I had a brother her age…” Lathyrus said, choking up a little. “She and him are so much alike. They-they could’ve been friends, if he-he didn’t–”
“Pull yourself together, Lathyrus.”
“How can you say that to me, after what I’ve been through?” he asked, moving away from me.
He went toward the window, which seemed so small compared to him, and pulled my polka dotted curtains to the side. Lathyrus stared outside. “My brother would’ve been six this year.”
“What happened to him?”
“He’s dead, aight.”
“You didn’t tell me you had a brother.”
“It’s not somethin’ I tell folks ’bout–the same goes for my fuckin’ condition.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your little brother. You know, I like you the way you are, Lathyrus.”
“It’s the truth. I mean it.”
“You don’t sound like you mean it.”
“What do you want me to do to prove it?”
“How about you kiss me,” he said, turning around.
I took a step back. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea…”
“You can tell me what you see. What happened last time? Where did you go?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You saw something, didn’t you? You’ve seen me in your visions. Zander, can you look inside my mind and view all my memories?”
“I-I don’t know what I saw exactly. It happened way too fast for me to process it.”
“You kiss me–and then, I’ll know the truth of what you see. You can show it to me. You can help me remember.”
“O-kay. I’ll give it a try.” I gulped.
I don’t think it really works out that way, but since he insists on doing it…I might as well give it a shot.
And so, we positioned ourselves closer. I did what he said. His lips felt rough, tasting sour in my mouth.