PCP
Church had closed. Tracks was the new place. Spooky had been missing for three weeks now.
"Fuck her," Skin said as he reached into his pocket for a lighter.
"Yeah, but nobody, not even Tim knows where she is," Rusty said, passing Skin the joint.
"Who cares? She's just some trendy chick who happens to be the sister of one of the most punk rock bands ever. She probably went off with that geek she was dating before she met Tim—what was his name?" Skin lit the joint.
"Wolf," Six said.
"It was Lynx," Rusty corrected, "and they haven't been together for over a year." Rusty took the PCP from Skin and inhaled deeply.
"I thought you weren't going to smoke PCP anymore?" Six asked.
"I dunno. You guys are," Rusty passed the joint to him. Six took it between his fingers and inhaled the chemical. It tasted more like peppermint than anything. The smoke that billowed out of his lungs was blue. He passed the joint to Skin.
It was a cold fall night. They were in the alley behind Tracks. This area of the city was once really wealthy and there were still a few old apartment buildings that braver yuppies lived in, but it was mostly abandoned and drug houses littered the streets. There was always some kind of corpse turning up here or there. It was the perfect place to hang out and get high.
"I'm worried," Rusty said, "I like Spooky and I want to know that she's okay."
"She's a poser bitch," Skin retorted, "and Strum is a drugged-up fuck who ruined the best band that ever was." He threw the end of the drugs into the street and fell back against the wall of the building. "I'm going inside," He said with his eyes closed, "while my buzz is still fresh."
Skin walked around the corner away from his friends. Rusty and Six sat for a minute, not understanding. A van pulled up in the alley and parked.
"Wanna fuck?" Six asked without notice.
"Huh?" Rusty said. His mind was swirling around people and betrayal and fear and shame. He felt, somehow, deeply responsible for the disappearance of Spooky—as if he had encouraged it to happen.
"Never mind," Six said and he grabbed Rusty and dragged him down the alley behind the van.
"What are you doing?" Rusty demanded.
"Don't worry," Six said, and he turned rust away from him against the brick wall of the building. Sandwiched between the van and Tracks, Six kept his promise.
The sex was quick, as usual. Six ripped at Rusty with specificity and intent. Rust was too confused by the drugs to understand what was happening. This made the sex weaker because Rusty wasn't afraid, he was confused. Six had his cock well up Rusty's ass before Rusty said anything to Six. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm raping you," Six said. It was sloppy, but it was all he could muster between pants. Rusty just nodded and pushed his ass back onto Six's cock a bit more. They bumped against each other for a minute before Six sighed heavily and clenched Rusty in his arms. Rusty felt Six's cum inside him and he thought of Spooky. From the other side of the van Six heard clapping. It was Skin. His cock was jutting out of his fly; he had been watching.
"I though you were going in?" Rusty asked, suddenly embarrassed and pulling his pants up. He felt Six pop out of him and back away. Skin didn't say anything. He walked up to Six and grabbed him by the back of his messy black hair. Six whimpered with exhaustion. Skin smiled and turned to Rusty. "Watch," he commanded. Rusty buttoned his fly and stood perfectly still.
Skin pushed Six to his knees and pried Six's mouth open with his fingers. Six was too high from the PCP to know how to defend himself, so it was easy for Skin to manipulate his body. Six's mouth sat open in front of Skin's cock. Skin turned to Rusty, "Put your cock in here." Skin pointed at Six's mouth. Rusty heard him but did not move. He kept looking at the van and thinking of Spooky and the betrayal and shame he felt. "Put you cock in here!" Skin yelled and slapped Rusty across the face, hard. Six cried out in protest, but Skin held him easily by the jaw—fingers locked vertically, holding his slobbering mouth open. Skin slapped Rusty again and grabbed his belt. Rusty was jerked forward toward Six and Skin. "Do I have to do everything?" Skin asked, "Do I?" Rusty shook his head in confused obedience. He was crying.
Rusty put his freshly released cock into Six's mouth. Skin removed his fingers and reached around to the back of Six's head. He pushed Six's skull onto Rusty's cock and pulled it back, repeating the movement again. "Fuck his mouth," Skin ordered. Rusty pushed into Six as Skin slammed him into Rusty. Skin's cock was gorged with violence. He pulled Rusty away from Six's mouth and pushed his own sex inside. Six remained open until he tasted the abrupt orgasm of Skin's release.
Rusty fell to the ground as Skin ejaculated. His grief curled into a ball and held fast in his stomach. He sobbed loudly. Skin pulled away from Six and looked at him. He knelt down by his friend and put his hand on his back. Pushing his cock back into his fly with one hand and rubbing his friend's back with the other, Skin crooned to his friend, "She'll be okay. I promise. She'll be alright." Rusty curled up tighter and howled into himself. Skin let his head fall into Rusty's shoulder. He continued crooning and rocking away his friend's grief. From inside the club, the distant thumping of music could be heard as Six sat on his knees, mouth still open and slobbering.
Skin decided to wait for his friends, so he walked back around behind Tracks. His friends weren't there. As Skin rounded the corner, a white van started up and moved towards him slightly. It stopped, put on its reverse lights, backed up a bit, and then drove forward again, passing Skin and heading further down the alley. Skin turned and walked back around to the front of the club.
"What are you doing?" Skin screamed over the music in Tracks.
"We're watching you," they said. Skin looked up. All he saw was the ceiling and some lights.
"I don't see anything," Skin said.
"That's because you're not there," Six said, "You're here now so there's nothing more to see." Six looked at him and then Rusty, who was rubbing his eyes as if waking from sleep.
"You guys are stoned," Skin said.
"And your point is?" Six asked. Skin laughed and slapped him on the back. He turned to Rusty.
"What happened to you?" Skin asked. Rusty puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Rusty asked.
"Who fucked with you?" Skin asked.
"You did," Rusty replied. Skin smiled.
"Don't I always?" He asked. Skin drew his friend close to him and squeezed.
