Unwholesome Things - Part 4

Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes are entirely my fault.

“Sir, your date is here.”

Oren gasped at the intercom. How could Norman say something like that? Oren could only imagine Rezo's reaction.

Oren dashed down the stairs and into the entry way.

“It's not a date!” he said as he skidded to a halt.

“My mistake, sir,” Norman said. He seemed unusually cheerful.

He also appeared to be alone.

“Where is he?” The doorbell chimed as if on cue.

“That would be him now, sir.”

Oren pushed past Norman to answer the door. He didn't need him making any more of his “mistakes.”

“Hi,” Oren said. All of the sarcastic greetings he'd prepared had slipped from his mind. He felt strangely shy, almost as if he was on a date. Damn Norman for putting that word in his head; now he couldn't think about anything else.

“Good, you're ready,” Rezo said from the porch; he made no move to come inside. He'd come straight from school and so was still wearing his backpack. He tended to dress somewhat nice for college. His shirt had actual buttons and his clothes had no logos or anything that would call attention to himself. It was probably to show that he took school seriously or some other lofty notion. Oren preferred the way he looked when he was dressed for working out at the park, but even so he certainly didn't look bad.

“Welcome, Mr. Diaz, it's always a pleasure to see you,” Norman said.

Oren couldn't remember Norman ever saying it was a pleasure to see anyone before. What made Rezo different? Considering that he'd invaded their home and beaten his employer's son he would have expected him to dislike him at the very least.

As Oren watched the genuine way Norman smiled at Rezo, a very unwelcome thought formed in his mind.

What if Norman liked Rezo because of what he'd done to him?

“Hello, Mr. Chase,” Rezo said, waving at Norman. Oren didn't like how friendly he sounded. “How are—”

“Are we going to go, or are we just going to stand here talking?” Oren interrupted. It was obvious from their expressions both Norman and Rezo thought he was being rude. He didn't care. He didn't want the two of them bonding when the only thing they had in common was how much they liked to make him suffer.

“Looking forward to this?” Rezo asked.

“I guess.” Oren did his best to sound neutral.

“Well, then goodbye, Mr. Chase.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Diaz, goodbye, sir, I hope you enjoy your…” Norman paused just long enough to make Oren panic, “outing.”

One day Oren would be free from Norman's constant tormenting. Until then he would have to settle for getting Rezo away from him before he did something else to humiliate him.

Oren followed Rezo down his driveway. The weather was a disappointment. The warm, sunny day was ideal for going to the park. Oren would have much preferred a hailstorm, or even just rain—anything that would've forced them to cancel the trip. But until he mastered the art of conjuring bad weather by will alone, the best he could do was try to keep his mind off the insanity of what he was doing.

“You're unusually quiet,” Rezo said after a while.

Oren shrugged, as far as his thoughts were concerned, Rezo would remain on a need-to-know basis. He was still embarrassed about how emotional he'd gotten the last time he'd seen him.

“Try to relax, people will like you if you're confident enough to be yourself.”

The only thing Oren was confident of was his ability to be socially inept. Rezo would never understand, not when he was attractive, popular and fully accepted by society. Rezo might have had some issues because he was poor and because he wasn't white, but Oren couldn't imagine that would matter too much.

“That advice isn't helpful for anyone that's weird, spoiled and attracted to their own gender. Or did you forget about all that?”

“I can agree with the first two, but I distinctly remember you telling me that you're not gay.”

What kind of pep talk was that? Oren looked at Rezo sharply and then rolled his eyes when he saw his grin. He was always the last to know when he was being teased.

“That's because I'm not.” Oren gave him a slight smile.

“Well, at least you're consistent.”

It took only a few minutes to reach the picnic tables. To Oren's relief there were no other people there. Rezo took a seat on one of the wooden benches and Oren sat down across from him.

He wasn't usually this lucky. It seemed miraculous that the day he came to the park he would be spared seeing the people he was afraid of.

Unless, of course, they were intentionally avoiding him.

“Did your friends know that I was coming?” Oren asked.

“No, but they'll be here. There's a game today so they'll be late.”

Oren gave Rezo a sharp look. “So they have no warning that the guy that drew those pictures is going to be here?” That was worse than being avoided. A few hours from now, Oren was going to need to have his remains scraped off the pavement.

“I've told them that we've hung out a few times and that you're actually not that bad.”

“And they believed that a guy like you would hang out with a guy like me?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I'm talking about.”

“No, I don't. Enlighten me.”

“My room was covered with pictures of naked men.”

Rezo shrugged. “I've been in a locker room before,” he said, as if the only issue was whether or not he was offended by nudity.

“That's different. What about all the toys and stuff I had all over my room?”

Rezo smirked. “It did look like you were trying to start your own business as a door to door bondage sales man.”

Oren just looked at him for a moment. He couldn't even conceive of a more ridiculous concept than that. Sometimes Rezo's sense of humor bordered on the disturbed.

Before Oren could tell him so, he heard people approaching from behind. They were loud and boisterous enough to make Oren hope they would just pass by.

“Hey Rezo—who's your new girlfriend?” a male voice asked.

Oren was confused until he realized the voice was talking about him. It was one of the more embarrassing ways to start a conversation. Have your gender questioned. Yippee.

“Jeffery, you're an idiot,” Rezo said.

Oren recognized the name from the list of names he'd written apologies to. He also recognized Jeffery's square jaw and auburn hair as he took the seat next to Rezo.

Jeffery appeared startled when he saw Oren from the front. “Oh, you're a guy. Sorry, your hair threw me,” he said. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“He's lying,” a freckled, skinny guy (that Oren hadn't drawn) said. “He's never been good at identifying human females. You should see what he's tried to pass off as a 'girlfriend.'”

“So now you know Jeffery, whether you want to or not. This is Will,” Rezo indicated the skinny guy, “and this is Manny.” Oren definitely remembered drawing Manny. He was even more appealing up close, where Oren could make out details like his hazel eyes, and a small tattoo on his tan, sculpted torso.

“It's Jeff,” Jeffery corrected. He wasn't bad looking either, although Oren would never forgive him for calling him a girl. Long hair wasn't an indicator of effeminacy. Moron.

Now it was Oren's turn to be introduced. This was the moment where he expected the conversation to sour. If only his name was something more common.

“Nice to meet you,” his voice came out higher than he would have liked. “I’m … my name is … um…” he looked down, not wanting to see their reactions, “it's Oren.”

“Oren …?” Manny looked to Rezo for confirmation.

“The one and only,” Rezo said.

“Am I missing something?” Will asked.

“He's the guy that drew all those pictures of naked guys,” Jeff said. Oren was really starting to dislike him.

“Oh…”

“I'm sorry about all that,” Oren blurted into the silence before it had a chance to become any more awkward.

“It's ok,” Will said, although he clearly sounded uncomfortable.

“Hey, he didn't even draw you…” Jeff said. “But it's no big deal. I would have just rather he drew girls like that.”

“He's lucky he only drew guys, if he'd left pictures of high school girls someone would have called the police. Guys are more likely to just throw them away.” Leave it to Rezo to sneak in another lecture.

“The whole thing was really dumb of me to do,” Oren said. It was obvious they weren't completely over it, but it didn't look like they were going to beat him up either. He wondered which side Rezo would have chosen if a fight had broken out.

“It's probably hard being gay in this area. I doubt you get many chances for self-expression,” Jeff said.

“The psych major would know,” Manny said sarcastically. It was the first time Oren had heard him speak. He sensed he was going to be the least forgiving out of the three.

“Many people have difficulty imagining Jeffery as a psychiatrist, when he's obviously—” Rezo said.

“Quiet Mr. Sociologist, and it's still Jeff.”

“Yes, Jeffery.”

Oren didn't know how to join in on the conversation. After apologizing he didn't have anything else to say. He knew nothing about college and he didn't know how the whole male camaraderie thing worked. He'd always been left out of things like that at school.

“You guys running today?” Will asked.

Oren's stomach knotted; he had no desire to face them longer than he had to.

“Want to?” Rezo asked him.

“Um, maybe another time. I brought my sketch pad with me.” Oren watched Will and Manny exchange a look. “I'm going to practice drawing appropriate stuff like trees, or something,” Oren added lamely.

“You should practice on cheerleaders. If you draw two girls doing what you had me and Manny doing, I'll forgive you completely,” Jeff said.

The memory of exactly what he'd drawn them doing made Oren's face burn. He was amazed they were willing to speak to him at all.

“And on that note,” Will said, “we're going. Nice to meet you Oren.”

There was a round of semi-friendly goodbyes and then they were gone.

“You shouldn't have made me sign my name,” Oren said.

“It was better to get it over with.”

“That was awful.”

“How?”

“It was stressful and they're not over it, they're just being polite.”

“You worry too much.”

Oren gave up trying to explain. Rezo was too insensitive to understand how different it would have been if Oren had faced them alone.

“Do you only draw people?” Rezo asked.

“Mostly,” Oren said, grateful for the change of subject.

“So what are you going to draw today?”

“I don't know. Nothing seems that interesting.” Despite what he'd said earlier, trees didn't really do it for him.

“I brought something that might help.” Rezo set his bag on the table and unzipped it. Then he revealed the most horrifying thing Oren had ever seen come out of a backpack.

“What the hell is it?”

“A banana.”

“It's…rotten. Why do you keep a rotten banana in your backpack?”

“It's not rotten. It's dried,” Rezo said proudly, as if that distinction somehow made it less disgusting.

Oren spent a moment contemplating the black, shriveled thing.

“So what do you think?”

“That there is something deeply, deeply wrong with you.”

Rezo ignored him. “I have an aunt that teaches art. She brings dried fruit for her students to draw because of all the interesting textures.”

Oren was dubious. “You don't expect me to touch it do you?”

“Who would have thought you were the squeamish type.” Rezo grinned.

“Ha ha.” Oren looked at it closer. There would be a lot potential for shading with all of the lines and ridges. “All right, I'll try it.” Oren took out his sketch pad, but then he paused before starting.

“There isn't supposed to be some kind of symbolism in this is there?”

“Symbolism? About a dried…” the moment of comprehension was easy to see on Rezo's face. “No.”

“Good.”

Oren began to pencil the outline while Rezo got out one of his textbooks to read. After awhile Oren found himself becoming absorbed into the sketch. The details became more and more intricate the more he examined the banana. He became lost in the ravines and mesas that veined across its surface.

Eventually the fading light began to impact his work. Oren hadn't realized how long they'd been sitting there. He'd expected their outing to end abruptly (and badly). Sitting next to Rezo, quietly working on separate projects, was something he wouldn't mind doing again. For the first time he seriously considered the possibility of having Rezo as a friend. Something Rezo was reading made him smile for just a moment before his long, tan fingers turned the page.

Honestly, it might not be that bad having him as a boyfriend.

“Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?” Rezo asked.

Not one he was ever going to share. “I'm finished.”

“Can I see it?” Rezo said as he shut his textbook.

“If you want.” Oren tried to sound as if he didn't care what he thought of it. Which wasn't true at all. He always cared when he showed anyone his work, but he found it easier to handle criticism if he acted indifferent.

“This is really good. You put a lot of detail in this.” Rezo stared at it for a long time before handing it back. “You should definitely keep drawing.”

“It's still just a sketch of rotten fruit,” Oren said, although he was careful to avoid smudging it when he put it away.

On the walk back Oren wondered if Rezo had only meant to do this as a one time thing. Maybe all he planned to do was introduce him to a few people and show him that it was indeed possible to draw something nonsexual. Oren was no longer sure he wanted to never see him again. But if he asked him to hang out there was always the possibility he would be rejected.

Unless, of course, Oren decided to show up at Rezo's house and spank him until he agreed to go. Oren laughed out loud at the thought.

“Something funny?”

“Nothing.” Oren stifled his amusement. A moment later they reached his house. It was now or never.

“That wasn't entirely awful. I might be willing to suffer through it again. Maybe on Saturday?” Sometimes Oren felt like he had no control over his words. Was it possible to phrase an invite and make it sound less appealing than that? Although he was glad he'd picked Saturday. None of Rezo's friends went to the park on weekends.

“I can't,” Rezo said.

While Oren had assumed rejection was likely, he'd at least expected some kind of deliberation. An excuse for the sake of his pride would have been nice as well.

“That's fine.” Oren turned to go back into his house. Maybe he could find a good closet to hide in. He might even luck out and be able to hide from his shame as well.

“Wait.”

Oren stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't turn around.

“I would, but I've already got plans.”

Probably with his real friends. Or a girlfriend. “Whatever, don't worry about it.”

“Hey, don't freak out on me.”

Oren spun back around, insulted. “I am not freaking out. Why would I be freaking out? It doesn't matter to me whether we hang out or not.”

Rezo seemed to be appraising him, as if Oren was loose cannon in danger of breaching the hull if not kept properly bolted down. It only added to Oren's ire.

“You can come,” Rezo said.

“Don't bother, I'm not—”

“A friend of my father's needs to clear some trees from his yard, some of my friends and family are going over to help out. It'll be a long day of cutting down trees and hauling them away. You can help, it'll be good for you.”

Hard manual labor, while meeting even more people that would think he was weird, was not the most appealing way to spend a Saturday.

“How about if we do the draw-and-study-thing on Sunday instead?”

Rezo shook his head. “I'll pick you up Saturday at eight a.m.”

Eight a.m.? “That's too early.”

“Think of it as…” Rezo seemed to be struggling to maintain a straight face, “an assignment.”

Oren could tell he was being baited. As much as he wanted to say something scathing, he settled for rolling his eyes.

Rezo smiled and waved, two gestures Oren pointedly failed to return before retreating into his house.

* * *

“I just need five more minutes,” Oren said, his voice muffled by the blanket he'd pulled protectively over his head.

“Unfortunately, sir, five minutes when requested multiple times has a tendency to become a significantly greater number.”

“I'm too tired for math.”

“It is now 7:45.”

“Just go away.”

“Would coffee or tea help you to become more alert?”

“Coffee,” Oren said, not because he wanted it, but because it would take Norman longer to make and thus give him more time to sleep.

“I'll be back in a moment, sir.”

It seemed like Oren had only shut his eyes for an instant before Norman reappeared.

“Your coffee, sir.” Norman held out the cup as if he expected Oren to sit up and accept it from him.

“Just set it on the night stand.” Oren heard the faint clink as Norman set it down. Then there was a silence almost long enough for Oren to slip back into unconsciousness.

Almost. “Sir, Mr. Diaz is already waiting downstairs.”

“Tell him to come back later.”

Oren managed to fall asleep again before Norman had even left the room.

He was woken next by a weight settling on the edge of the bed.

“It's time to get up,” said Rezo's deep voice. He sounded very appealing when Oren wasn't awake enough to remember how much he didn't like him.

Oren opened his eyes and pulled the cover just far enough down to see the clock on his night stand. It was 7:59.

“I still have one more minute.” Oren disappeared back under the covers.

Rezo snorted. “You're supposed to be ready to go in one minute.”

“Leave me alone.”

“One.”

Oren pulled the blanket back down and cracked a single eye open at the intruder. He felt like he was playing a demented game of peek-a-boo.

“Two.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You're about to find out. Three.”

Rezo grabbed the blankets and yanked them off of Oren.

The air outside the covers didn't feel nearly as good on his skin as the air inside them had. Despite that Oren couldn't resist being amused by Rezo's expression. He apparently hadn't expected Oren to sleep in the nude.

Oren slowly stretched, not bothering to hide his morning wood.

Embarrassed Rezo averted his eyes. “I'll be in the hall while you change.”

“You do that.” Served him right.

It only took Oren a few minutes to get ready. He picked a pair of jeans and a t-shirt at random and tied his hair out of the way. After downing the still warm coffee he went in search of Rezo.

Rezo was dressed more casually than he had on school days. Oren found that he liked the contrast. The increase in the amount of exposed skin from his sleeveless shirt and shorts wasn't unpleasant either.

When they stepped outside, however, Oren's thoughts took a very different turn. He was immediately alarmed by what he saw on the driveway.

“What is that?”

Rezo gave him a wary look. “That would be my car.”

“Are you serious?” It was very old, easily ten years or more. It was primarily blue, but the paint had blistered and peeled on the hood, and the driver's door was red as if someone had switched it as a joke. “Is it safe?”

“It'll get us there.” Rezo's expression had become unreadable.

“Are you sure? It looks like it's about to disintegrate.”

“Hey now, don't talk about my ride like that.”

The thing only had two doors but it was far more egg like than sporty. He watched as Rezo used a key to manually unlock it, and then lean across the seat to unlock the passenger door. Oren couldn't even remember the last time he'd been in a car that didn't have a button to unlock all the doors at once.

Oren put on his seat belt, although he wasn't sure how much good it would do when the car was likely to collapse in upon itself while they were still on the driveway.

Rezo started the car and the engine began to chirp and squeak as if it was entirely powered by crickets.

“What is that?” Oren asked.

“A belt.” Rezo seemed annoyed by the alarm in Oren's voice.

“Shouldn't you fix it?”

“I'm going to, but it's not my first priority. It isn't serious yet, just noisy.”

Oren thought it sounded serious, but he didn't actually know much about cars. He didn't even know how to drive one. Instead of revealing his ignorance, he opted to change the subject.

“Can you turn the air conditioner on? It's hot.”

“It doesn't work.”

“You're joking.” It was summer, how could that not be a priority?

“No, I'm not.” Rezo was beginning to sound irritated, which was particularly unreasonable of him since it was his fault the car was so poorly maintained.

They pulled onto the main road and as their speed increased the car began to shake. The dashboard started to emit an annoying noise as plastic parts were scraped together.

“What's wrong with it now?”

“It's just an issue with the tires and possibly the u-joint, it's the first thing I'm going to fix.”

“When? Don't you think this should be a bigger priority?

“It is a priority, but I still have to drive occasionally.”

“It sounds like a death rattle.”

Rezo gave Oren a menacing glare. “Are you done?”

Typical of Rezo to blame him for simply reacting to something that was blatantly wrong. Oren tried to slow his heart rate by taking even deep breaths. The poor lived more dangerously than he had previously thought. The shaking also created an illusion of greater speed, which didn't help his nerves. Oren glanced at the speedometer to see how fast they were actually going. It was then that he noticed the ominous orange light.

“Oh my god the check engine light is on!” Oren flung an arm in front of Rezo to point at the warning light.

The sudden outburst startled Rezo into jerking the wheel, causing the car to weave dangerously before he regained control.

“Don't do that!” Rezo snapped.

“You need to pull over—”

“It's just a problem with the catalytic converter, it's safe to drive, but the light is always on.”

“Then how will you know when something really bad does go wrong? This thing is a death trap.”

“Oren, the car is fine, I'm fixing things one at a time and I would never drive it if I didn't know exactly what's wrong with it and that it's safe.”

“Well maybe you should be fixing things faster than one at a time.”

“Oren if you say one more word about the car—”

“So I'm not allowed to say anything when you're the one being irresponsible?”

“Do you want me to pull this car over?” Rezo said, his tone holding a not so subtly implied threat.

“Only if you promise to call a tow truck.”

Rezo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oren was horrified by his sudden inattention.

“Watch the road!”

“That's it.” Rezo flicked the turn signal on and pulled into the parking lot of a closed grocery store.

“Thank you.” Oren was relieved that they'd gotten through the ordeal alive.

“You can thank me after I blister that butt of yours.”

“What did I do?” Oren looked at him with genuine surprise.

“You're being extremely rude. I know my car's in terrible condition, but it's the best I can afford and I'm working very hard to fix it up. But it takes me a while to save up to buy each part.”

Excuses, excuses. “It seems like you could afford to fix it if you made it a priority.”

Rezo closed his eyes again, his breath coming deep and slow.

“This conversation is over.” Rezo got out of the car and went around to Oren's door. He was undoubtedly bent on doing nefarious things to Oren's backside.

In an instinctual act of self-defense, Oren locked the door.

Rezo blinked at him. “Open the door.”

“Never.”

Rezo stood still for a moment his expression growing ever darker. It made Oren grateful that there was so much glass and metal between them. Apparently deciding that Oren wasn't going to give in, Rezo began to walk back to his side.

The key was still in the ignition and there was no numerical keypad on the outside of the door. Oren reached across and locked the driver's side as well.

He grinned as he watched the realization that Rezo wasn't getting in spread across his features.

“Let me in right now.”

Oren reclined his seat all the way back. “This seems like a good time for a nap, since someone didn't let me get enough sleep.”

“This isn't funny.”

Oren closed his eyes.

“Let me in right now or I will make sure you don't sit down for a whole year.”

“Tell you what,” Oren said with his eyes still closed, “you promise not to punish me and I'll let you back in.”

“No way.”

“Then I hope you enjoy standing out in the sun.”

“Either you open the door right now, or I'll call my brother and have him bring my spare keys. Then I'll take down your pants, put you over my knee and spank you until you're begging me to stop—in front of him.”

“You're bluffing.” Despite his conviction that he was completely safe, Oren opened his eyes.

“Am I?” Rezo pulled his phone from his pocket. “Guess you'll find out.” Rezo selected the number and pressed send.

“Hey, yeah sorry we're late,” Rezo said into the receiver.

Oren could hear the sounds of another person on the line, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

“Can you do me a favor? Will you bring my spare keys to Ed's grocery? I'm at the end of the parking lot…Yeah it's a long story.”

Damn it. It really did sound like a genuine conversation.

Oren knocked on the window, causing Rezo to raise an eyebrow at him. Defeated, he reached over and undid the lock.

Rezo reached out and opened the door. “Wait a minute, I found a way in. Never mind, thanks for being willing to help. I'll see you in a few minutes.” Rezo closed his phone.

“It was a joke,” Oren pleaded as Rezo unbuckled him and pulled him from his seat. He pushed Oren against the side of the car, then braced his arms on the hood. Oren was trapped between his body and the hot metal. Rezo's face was close enough that they could have kissed.

It probably would have been intimidating if Oren wasn't so incredibly turned on.

“If you ever do anything like that again, I swear I'll murder you.”

“Ok,” Oren said breathlessly. His desire to be manhandled revealed a definite flaw in his survival instinct. He wasn't surprised though, his body always seemed to react in a way that was thoroughly inappropriate.

Something of his thoughts must have shown through, for the anger faded from Rezo's face to be replaced by surprise. Oren found himself released without any warning.

“You're unbelievable.”

“Sorry.” Oren gave him a sheepish smile. “I can try to act more afraid if you want me to.”

Rezo shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I've got a few suggestions, but you probably wouldn't like them.”

For once Rezo was the one to roll his eyes.

Oren watched as he glanced around the empty parking lot. Apparently satisfied by what he saw, he firmly took hold of Oren's bicep and turned him sideways.

“It doesn't matter. It's good that I had a moment to calm down, I wouldn't want to discipline you in anger.” Rezo brought his hand down hard on the seat of Oren's jeans.

“Ow. You don't have to discipline me at all.”

Rezo gave him another hard swat. Then he let go of Oren.

That had to be the shortest spanking he'd ever received.

Or not. “Climb into the backseat,” Rezo said. He folded the passenger seat up and slid it forward.

“Why?”

“Do you want to be spanked out here?”

“Don't we have somewhere we need to be?”

Rezo grabbed his arm and planted several very hard and stinging smacks on Oren's bottom. Oren found himself dancing to get away from the swats.

“Get. In. The. Car.”

Oren gave him a petulant look and put his hands over his backside. It already stung and his punishment hadn't even begun.

“That was your last warning.”

“I thought warnings were supposed to be verbal.”

Oren barely managed to climb into the back of the car before he received another swat. Rezo climbed in beside him and shut the door.

Well, he'd finally managed to get into the backseat of a car with a man. Too bad it was for such a terrible reason. Although as cramped as the backseat was in this car it didn't seem like there would be the opportunity for much fun anyway.

It took them a ridiculous amount of shuffling and positioning to get Oren somewhat over Rezo's lap.

“This is a lot of work just to beat me.”

Rezo snorted, “It's worth it.”

Rezo undid the button and the zipper on Oren's jeans and tugged them down to his thighs.

“Not like that in public, please.”

“There's no one around. But I'm going to leave your boxers on just in case. Your jeans would be too hard on my hand.”

“Poor baby—ow!” Oren was surprised by the sudden swat.

“I'm going to have to do something about that mouth of yours.”

“You do that, then after that I'll show you what I'd like to do with yours.” Sometimes Oren wondered if he was possessed. Did he want to be beaten to within an inch of his life?

To his surprise Rezo laughed. “Is this the best time to make a statement like that?”

Probably not, but Oren didn't say anything.

“All right then.” Rezo let out a deep breath. “Let's get this over with. We don't want all this close contact to start turning you on.”

Oren opened his mouth to give that comment the nasty retort it deserved; however, the words were transformed into a gasp by the force of Rezo's palm slapping hard against his bottom.

“No more nagging about my car.” Rezo gave him a series of spanks forceful enough to make Oren forget what he'd said to make him angry. He focused on staying silent and bracing himself against the door. His thin boxers were proving useless as padding.

“No more lecturing me about my finances.” Oren found himself wiggling to escape the onslaught as Rezo landed blow after blow. He couldn't move much in the small space and he was now gripping the side of the door so tightly that his knuckles were white.

“Ok, I'm sorry already,” Oren said, as sincerely as he could muster. Rezo, however, wasn't ready to accept his apology. He continued to pound his message into Oren's burning flesh.

“And don't you ever lock me out of my car again.” Rezo gave him one final stinging smack.

Oren's bottom felt thoroughly scorched. He could do nothing to relieve the ache since he needed his arms to support himself. While he waited for Rezo to help him get out of position, he took the opportunity to blink away the slight mist that had formed in eyes.

It wasn't the worst spanking he'd ever received, but it more than made up for its lack of severity with how humiliating it was to be spanked in public. At least a row of hedges made it hard for traffic to see them.

Rezo slipped Oren's jeans into place and then deftly fastened the button and zipped him up. They then began the slow process of untangling their bodies.

When Oren read erotic stories about this kind of thing, the person that got spanked usually got lots of sex or cuddling afterward. The only thing he was going to get was the opportunity to do a bunch of yard work. He was learning that there was a huge difference between being spanked for punishment and being spanked for sex. Maybe one day he would get to try the latter, but until then his life officially sucked.

Once outside the car Oren unconsciously pressed his hands to his tender bottom, while Rezo adjusted the passenger seat so that Oren could sit in it again.

“I can't believe you just did that here.”

“No one saw. Just get back in the car.”

“You mean the death trap?”

“I warned you, if you ever said something like that again…” Rezo took a step forward and Oren instinctively put a hand back to try and block him.

“It was a joke.”

“Jokes make people laugh, not want to beat people senseless.”

“Maybe you just lack a sense of humor.”

Oren managed to get back in the car just before Rezo grabbed him. He was relieved when Rezo didn't attempt to pull him back out again. Instead he went around to his side, looking remarkably tired for someone that willingly woke up at the crack of dawn. Oren undid the lock on the driver's side before he even had to ask.

The car wheezed and shook as they returned to the road. Now not only was the car trying to kill them, but Oren would have to endure the ride on a thoroughly punished posterior. He hoped it would be a short trip.

Chapter Five
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