Chapter 4: Climax
His body was covered in sweat. Kendall's breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control of his body. His eyes were leaking tears. Dallas was still inside him, his cock throbbing as it slowly softened, his cum leaking out of Kendall's well-fucked ass. Dallas ran his hands up and down Kendall's back, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking he'd just given Kendall.
"Fuck, Kendall," Dallas murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was... intense. I... I'm not... I'm not sure what came over me."
Kendall could only nod, his body still trembling as he fought to regain control of his limbs. The spell was dissipated. What ever it had been , it was gone. Dallas was no longer under whatever influence Kendall had put him under. He was just Dallas, now. And they had just fucked. Hard. Raw. Animalistic. And Kendall had loved every minute of it. But now, Dallas was pulling out of him, his cock softening, his cum leaking out of Kendall's well-fucked ass. Kendall could feel it, dripping down his thighs, a reminder of what they'd just done.
"Fuck, Kendall," Dallas said, his voice soft as he rolled off of Kendall, his body landing heavily on the mattress beside him. Kendall could feel the cooling cum inside him, could feel it dripping out of his used hole, and he couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. Dallas reached out, his fingers rubbing small circles on Kendall's back, his touch gentle in stark contrast to the brutal fucking they'd just shared.
"You okay?" Dallas asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Kendall nodded, his eyes closed as he tried to process what had just happened.
"Yeah," he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "I'm okay."
Dallas's fingers trailed up Kendall's spine, his touch light, almost reverent.
Kendall shivered, his body still sensitive from their earlier encounter. He could feel Dallas's cum inside him, leaking out, a constant reminder of what they'd done. He knew he should feel guilty, should feel ashamed, but all he could feel was a deep sense of satisfaction, of rightness.
"Come here," Dallas murmured, his voice soft as he pulled Kendall against him, spooning him from behind. Kendall went willingly, his body melting into Dallas's, his head resting on Dallas's arm.
He could feel Dallas's breath on his neck, could feel his heart beating steadily against his back. It was strange, this intimacy, this closeness. It was something Kendall had never experienced with anyone else, not even Dallas, not before today.
"I'm sorry. I... said all that." Dallas said guiltily. "I just... came here and I..."
Dallas trailed off, his voice uncertain. Kendall could feel Dallas's breath on the back of his neck, warm and clammy, like a physical manifestation of their confusion.
"I know," Kendall hissed through gritted teeth. His body had been thoroughly fucked. "It's okay." He remembered fucking the voodoo doll and then this happened, reflecting exactly what he'd been going through last night. It hadn't fully been Dallas.
Kendal had done this to himself. It had all backfired onto him for some reason. Deep down, he knew he deserved the rough sex.
He had acted upon emotions born purely out of jealousy, anger, and lust. He had wanted to punish Dallas, to make him suffer, but instead, he was the one who had received Dallas's wrath. He couldn't believe that the voodoo doll backfired on him, and now Dallas had to sort though this bullshit.
Kendall didn't know what to do. He was torn between his feelings of resentment and his long-harbored desire for Dallas.
He wanted to hate him, wanted to push him away, but he couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered every time Dallas smiled at him, or the way his body responded when Dallas touched him. He was confused, and scared, and he didn’t know how to handle it.
Kendall rolled over in Dallas’s arms, looking up into his eyes. Dallas looked at him with such concern, his blue eyes warm and inviting. Kendall’s heart stuttered in his chest. Damn, he thought. Why did Dallas have to be so fucking charming?
Kendall wondered, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of confusion and regret. But as he looked up into Dallas's eyes, he knew that he couldn't deny what was happening between them any longer. He had wanted Dallas's attention, and now he had it. But it wasn't the twisted pleasure he had been expecting. It was real, raw, and unfiltered. And terrifying.
"Dallas," Kendall began, his voice shaky as he tried to gather his thoughts. "It's... it's not your fault. "I mean it," Kendall insisted, looking up into Dallas's eyes, his own green eyes pleading and sincere. "This is all my fault. I did this to us, not you."
Dallas looked at him for a long moment, his piercing blue eyes searching Kendall's face, as if trying to see into the very depths of his soul.
Kendall held his gaze, refusing to back down, even as he felt guilt and shame creeping up on him.
"I... I bought this voodoo doll yesterday. And I was... I was just so mad I fucked it. And I guess, the voodoo curse or spell, whatever it was, it must've backfired on me. Because you... did a lot of what I did to the doll."
Dallas looked at him with surprise written all over his face. "A voodoo doll? You did what?" he asked, sounding more incredulous than angry.
Kendall looked away, feeling ashamed. "I know it sounds crazy. But I..." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I got so mad at you. Because you got everything I wanted and I'm stuck here in this bullshit life. I hate my job. I hate my apartment. I..." Tears spilled over down is face. "I just couldn't take it anymore."
Dallas was silent for a long moment, his arms still wrapped around Kendall, holding him close. He cradled Kendall tenderly in his big strong arms. "Kendall, buddy, I had no idea. I was so happy just to see you yesterday. Because Everything is going good for me, but I'm missing my partner to share it with." Dallas cradled Kendall's head in the back of his hand. "I miss you."
"I missed you too," Kendall confessed.
Dallas kissed him tenderly and Kendall kissed him back; desperate to feel the love Dallas always radiated. Dallas squeezed him tightly, running his fingers through Kendall's black hair, his heart pounding in his chest.
Dallas finally murmured, his voice raspy and tender, "I never wanted to hurt you like that. I didn't realize the voodoo doll thing. That's just... worrying, man. Let's just forget about that, okay?"
Kendall sighed and nodded, burying his face in Dallas's chest. "Okay," he muttered, his voice muffled by Dallas's shirt. "I just wanted you to love me like how I loved you, ya know?"
Dallas hesitated for a moment, then sighed and hugged Kendall closer. "I know, buddy," he murmured. After a few more minutes of silently consoling his childhood friend he whispered, "Come back to the ranch with me."
Kendall squirmed uncertainly. The guilt of all his lingering jealousy argued that it shouldn't be that simple.
"But... you make it sound so easy." Kendall said. "I have work-"
"That you hate." Dallas reminded him.
"I have my apartment-"
"That you hate." Dallas reminded him again.
Kendall fell silent. He clung to Dallas. "Are you sure?" Dallas shined that warm smile on him.
"Absolutely." He said. "And I will make it worth your while," Dallas added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Kendall blushed. Dallas was so unfairly charming. "...okay." Kendall reluctantly agreed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. His uncertain feelings about this sudden change in their dynamic were overpowered by a longing to be with Dallas and a realization that he had never truly moved past the pain of losing his best friend and the object of his affection.
As they prepared to leave Kendall's apartment, Dallas took one last look around, his blue eyes taking in the mess and disorder of his best friend's living space. "Wow, Kendall, you need an intervention." he joked, ruffling Kendall's hair playfully.
Kendall couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Despite the chaos that had unfolded between them, Dallas still had a way of making him feel at ease. He followed Dallas out of the apartment, locking the door behind them as they made their way down to Dallas's pickup truck parked outside.
Kendall tossed his bag in the back, hopping up into the passenger seat as Dallas started the engine and pulled out onto the road. The city flew past in a blur of color and sound as they made their way out of the city and towards the countryside.