A Week to Remember

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Part 1 of 2

"Why do I have to come?" I asked for the third time since we'd gotten into the car, and my mom glared at me through the mirror.

"Will you please grow up, Alex?" She quipped, "you're eighteen years old!"

"Exactly!" I barked back, but I knew that provoking her any further would end badly, so I sat back, sighed loudly and stared out the window.

I had no interest in being here, and less interest again in going where we were going. The journey was almost four hours long, and in the blazing summer heat, with no air conditioning, it was already miserable without adding the fact that I'd be spending an entire week wishing I was back at home.

I couldn't even remember the last time I'd seen him. According to my mom, we'd been childhood friends, but the only proof I had of that was a single photograph of the two of us when we were three or four years old. The only reason we were making this dumb trip was because his mom and my mom had also been good friends, and for some unknown, mid-life crisis reason, they'd decided to rekindle the friendship.

I had no interest in making friends with a guy who I hadn't seen in almost fifteen years. As most people who knew me, realised, I was quite content with my own company. I liked to read. I liked to play video games. I liked to do all of that other stuff that didn't require other people, and now I was being forced to partake in an utterly miserable week of hell.

"Remember your manners, Alex" mom reminded me when we finally pulled up to a house that looked more like a huge red barn.

As far as the eye could see, emerald fields poured into the distance. Horses galloped, chickens made whatever noises chickens make, and wooden gates blocked off different sections. Other than the large farm house, there were some other barns, too. All of it looked like a nightmare.

"Well look at you!" A woman of about my mom's age beamed at me before grabbed me by the shoulders and kissing my forehead. "You're all grown up!"

I glanced at mom who gave me a stern be nice look, and managed a false smile back. The woman looked exactly like you'd expect someone who rides horses and pulls eggs out of chickens asses to look. She wore a pair of grubby dungarees, and had a red check balaclava around her forehead. She spoke with a southern country drawl, and had dirt patches on her knees.

"So nice to see you again, Alice" my mom said, and the two of them hugged whilst I rolled my eyes and took another look around at the endless expanse of the most boring place I'd ever witnessed.

When the two of them had finished with their vomit inducing greetings, we followed Alice inside. I, of course, was left to lug the two suitcases behind me, and by the time I reached the front door, I was already drenched in sweat.

I'd always been a pretty skinny guy. When I was younger, that used to be the bane of my life, and came with endless teasing from kids in school. I'd done everything in my power to become one of those macho, butch guys with muscle and abs, but my genes refused to allow it. Now, however, given the fact that I rarely left the house anymore, I was quite content.

The house was as old as any I'd seen before. Wooden beams seemed to keep the place standing, and ran throughout the entire interior like huge wooden veins. There was a smell that was rather pleasant compared to the warm odour of farm animals outside. It reminded me of a pine forest, and despite my frustration at being there, there was something quaint about it.

"You're gonna' share with Devon" Alice said, "I bet you two have so much catching up to do". She smiled a huge smile at me, and once again, my mom glared and I forced one back. "Come on" she continued, "I'll show you".

As Alice walked ahead, I turned back to my mom and gave her a look of the most bitter fury. How on earth could I possible spend an entire week sharing a god damn bedroom with some guy I couldn't even remember?! Mom grimaced, as even she knew that this wasn't a good start, but it was too late to do anything about it now, so I followed Alice up the old, creaky stairs.

"It ain't much" she said, and I could only assume that she was speaking to me, "but we've got food on the table and a roof over our heads, so Lord knows we're thankful".

I couldn't even bring myself to respond to her. Spending the week was one thing, but the idea of sharing a room made my stomach churn. I continued after her, down a dark hallway, until we stood at a door and I could see that a sticker saying 'Devon's Room - Do Not Enter' had been mostly scratched off.

"Don't let him push you around" Alice said, "he can be a bit aggressive, but he don't mean nothing by it, so you just stand your ground, okay, sweetie?"

I gawped at her with my mouth agape. What the fuck was this? I almost grabbed her wrist to stop her from opening the door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and my eyes widened at the sight before us.

A young man of the same age lay back on a small bench. His two muscular legs were spread apart, and in his hands, two huge dumbbells that looked as though they weighed as much as small cars. He heaved them over his solid, bare chest, and I watched as his biceps swelled to an enormous size. When Devon heard the door open, he sat up quickly and my heart exploded inside me.

"Have fun, boys!" Alice chirped, and the door slammed closed, and we were alone.

"You must be Alex" he grunted, dropping the weights without a care in the world, and getting to his feet.

He was slightly taller than me, but almost three times my width. He grabbed a small towel, rubbed his sweaty face with it, and threw it on the floor. I simply nodded and swallowed a lump in my throat as Devon gulped from a water bottle. He was the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on, and the only thing covering him was a pair of black shorts that squeezed his groin.

"Don't touch any of my shit" he continued, and pointed to a small camping bed which had been set up in the corner. "Mom wants me to sleep on that, but it ain't happening, so if she asks, you're in my bed".

I didn't answer him. I wasn't exactly surprised that he was an asshole. He certainly had the physical appearance of someone who could get away with being one, but I still couldn't take my eyes off him. He had blond hair that was damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and eyes that looked as though they were made of chocolate.

"Why are you so quiet?" He asked, turning back to me, "are you deaf or something?"

I opened my mouth to come up with an answer, but he waved a hand. "Actually" he said, and turned back toward his locker, "I don't care".

When Devon turned back around he shot a vicious glance in my direction. I felt like sinking into the floor, but remembered Alice's advice.

"Are you always this pleasant?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly, "or have I just caught you on a good day?"

Devon's upper lip twitched in unison with the muscles in his pecs. He stepped closer to me so that the warm, sharp aroma of his fresh sweat wafted over me, and made me salivate.

"Did you say something, bitch?" He snarled, "because it sounded like you did, but I'm gonna pretend that whatever that noise was, was you thanking me for letting you stay in my bedroom".

I gulped. Sure, I'd dealt with my fair share of bullies over the years, but there was something particularly terrifying about Devon. His narrow eyes burned through me, and every word of advice that Alice had given me disappeared.

"T... Thanks" I mumbled, and his strong hand slammed down on my slender shoulder, almost dislocating it in the process.

"You're welcome" he hissed, and shoved me out of his way. "I'm going for a shower" he announced, "and unless you want to see my giant fucking cock when I get back, I suggest you fuck off".

With those words, Devon slammed the bedroom door behind him, and I let out the breath that I'd been holding in. This was going to be an interesting week. 

Back downstairs, mom and Alice were reminiscing. I sat in the corner, desperately trying to find signal on my phone until Alice chuckled. 

"Ain't no signal out here, honey" she told me, "out here we're guaranteed just a few things. Work, sunshine and taxes!" 

I gave another fake smile, but stretched my jaw as soon as she turned away. All of these insincere grins were making my face ache, but my attention turned toward the stairs when I heard it creak. 

"Oh, wow!" My mom gasped, as Devon appeared, with a white shirt, buttoned only halfway up his solid golden chest, and a pair of denim shorts that looked as though they could explode. "The last time I saw you, you were running around in diapers!" 

I gave a bitter smirk, and expected Devon to burn up with embarrassment, but the handsome teen beamed at her. 

"I've gotten a bit bigger since then" he chuckled, and I could see the fabric around his biceps stretch as he tensed. 

"You sure have!" Mom said, "maybe you boys could work out together this week! Alex has been saying how he wants to get a 'six pack', haven't you sweetie?" 

My face blazed red as I gulped and looked away. My mom never failed to humiliate me at every possible opportunity. 

"Oh, is that right?" Devon asked, and I could tell by his voice that he was finding this a lot more entertaining than I was. 

"That would be wonderful, darling" Alice cooed, as though I was some type of abandoned puppy that needed rescuing, "you should take Alex out to your barn, and let him have a go on the machines". 

He scowled at her. "They're not machines, mom" he corrected, "they're weight benches, and I don't think Alex would be able for them". 

"I think I'll be just fine" I growled, and Devon stared at me before a devious grin spread across his handsome face. 

"Fine" he shrugged, and a few minutes later the two of us walked toward one of the smaller barns. 

"Your mom wants to suck my dick, you know that, right?" He scoffed, and I clenched my fists. 

The barn was dark and lined with hay. It didn't look like much inside, but as Devon had suggested, there were a handful of weight benches around the walls, with old, rusted weights scattered across the floor. 

"So you think you can lift?" He asked, grabbing a heavy looking bar and sliding a huge weight onto each side. 

I gulped and swallowed. I wasn't very strong at all, but I was determined to prove to this douchebag that I wasn't going to be walked on this week. "Yep" I managed, and he chuckled to himself. 

"Then let's make this a little more interesting" he continued, and slapped the bench, indicating that it was time to lie down. 

"Interesting how?" I asked, positioning myself as he lifted the barbell over me. 

"The rules are pretty simple" he continued, as I reached up and clasped my hands around the thick, iron bar. "For each rep you manage, I take off an item of clothing". 

I almost choked as I stared up at him, but my mind was instantly taken off it, when Devon released the full weight of the bar, and my shoulders nearly exploded as I gasped and struggled to hold it. 

"And for each one you can't do, you take off an item of clothing". 

It was too late to back out, and every ounce of energy was now being used to prevent the ridiculously heavy bar from crushing my chest. 

"Or should I say, I'll take an item of clothing off you" he laughed,  "shall we begin?".