Travis continues to tell his tale…….
“So–yeah. You know. We went to his house to–whatever.”
“You specifically went to Mark’s cabin to have sexual relations?”
“Yeah. I guess. I dunno.”
“Slow it down for me and tell me what happened, Travis.”
“Well, like I said, with everyone knowing and all–”
“You welcomed the company.”
“And slightly inebriated? Travis? It means ‘drunk’.”
“Oh, okay. Well, yeah, hung over.”
“And so you went to his house.”
“Yeah, and we just talked at first. It was nice.” Sniffle.
“It was just nice. Nice just us talking. You know?”
“Mm-hm. You loved him. He was being tender with you.”
“Yeah.” Sniffles. Nose-blowing.
“Well, then–we, you know. Started making out.”
“Did you initiate that, or did he?”
“I just felt so thankful. Like it was him and me now, and he understood. He understood that I was–that I am–that I’m … .”
“Yeah. But not just gay. That it was always about him. I’m Mark’s, more than I’m gay.”
“Yeah. He’s the one who’s been the most important to you this whole time. You love him.”
“Well … we started making out–like I said–and then we–you know. Stripped down.”
“And I just–he sat back in this chair he likes–and I just sorta–climbed up there, kissing him. Sorta–you know. We did our thing.”
Shuffling papers. Readjusting in chair. “Right. It was going well.”
“Yeah–and I was just–we were just about–”
“Where were you at this point?”
“In his, his chair. At his cabin.”
“You were always in his chair?”
“So you were–more or less–straddling his lap?”
“Making out. Making love.”
“Well–we were both–you know, ready–and he had just slipped, um–you know. He slipped his cock inside me.”
“Right. No shame here, Travis.”
“Right … so he’d just, like, pulled me close to him, and it was so, so, so intense–” sniffle, tissue wiping face “–so close.”
“Yeah. It was beautiful–and?”
“And then he looks up at me–I mean, he just looks up at me, and grins, and he says: ‘I can–” crying.
“He–ungh.” Sniffle. “He looks up at me and says, ‘I can hardly wait until Austin feels this way.”
“I see. He said that to you: ‘I can hardly wait until Austin feels this way.’“
“Yeah. And he said–ahem–excuse me–he said, or I said, ‘What?’, and then he smiles and says, ‘I’m gonna make Austin feel just this way. Like you.’“
“Yeah. I mean, to say the least.”
“And then–then I just, you know. Sorta … sorta saw red, I guess.”
“Is that when you put your hands on his neck?”
“And squeezed? Travis? Travis, please answer.”
“Naked. Into the forest.”
“When did you stop choking him?”
“When I saw he’d passed out. I was just so angry. That’s all this is. I was just so angry. I mean to fucking mention HIM during THAT! After I’d just had the whole goddam fucking COUNTY find out I was fucking–fucking–because of him–the goddam FUCKER! Mother FUCKER!” Slamming table.
“Okay! OKAY! Hey! Travis, buddy! Calm down! Calm DOWN! Okay … okay … I get it. I get you, buddy. I understand. Totally. Okay?”
“Okay … yeah … sorry. Okay.”
“Why don’t you, uh–why don’t you pull the blanket up around you again.”
“Sorry. Right. Sorry. So … so now what?”
“Well–now I need you to–”
“Is he okay? Mark. Is Mark okay? Officer?”
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