S-Duality: A Marauders Novella (5 page)

Trudy and Jonah stayed in
touch, and Sisco soon found out Jonah had a longtime girlfriend and stopped worrying about it. Pete and Frank said it was good, since Jonah didn't really have friends in Seattle outside the band, and Trudy would introduce him to people. Which she did.

Sisco still thought he was a little odd, but noticed
that he at least started to act out on stage. He truly thought Riot Act was a good band, and Jonah had a great voice; he fit with the music.

Sisco kept selling pot, but also worked a shift here and there at the garage. He'd worked hours there since his mid-teens, and he liked it. Especially when he worked summers and people brought in their bikes. The café Trudy worked at was close by, and she often came by with coffee and a sandwich for lunch.

“It's pouring down,” she said one day when she walked inside holding the bag with both their lunches in her hand. “I can't stand this wet.”

“Is it coming from the ground up?” Eric, one of the other mechanics, asked her.

“Whatta you mean?” she said and looked confused.

“This is Seattle,” Eric said and winked at her. “If it not from below, or at least horizontal, it's not rain, just high humidity.”

Trudy looked at him for a few seconds, and then nodded. “That's probably why an umbrella is completely useless here.”

Sisco jumped up to sit on a
workbench, and Trudy came over to stand between his legs. She handed him his tuna sandwich and coffee. She kept talking to Eric about rain, humidity, and water in the basement.
Everyone
had water in their basement in Seattle. It was damn impossible to keep the water out, but Trudy was still trying and asked everyone she met with a house how they dealt with it.

When Decker came walking out of the office and noticed Trudy, he started singing 'Puppy Love' in a loud voice, which he always did when she came by.

“Want a lift home after work?” he asked, once Decker was gone.

“Yes,” she smiled, but
when he leaned down to kiss her, she dodged his mouth. “You've got Flipper around your mouth.”

“Flipper is a dolphin, not a tuna, baby. Not even a fish.”

“You've got a carcass remnants around your mouth. That better?”

“Yup.” He kissed her forehead. “And now you have it on your forehead.”

“Asshole,” she mumbled. “Oh, I forgot, Jane is picking me up.”

“Yeah?” he said, and he knew he had a stupid smile on his lips. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that Trudy'd had sex with Jane. When she glared at him, he cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“You'll never stop thinking about it, will you?”

“I'm a guy,” he said with a shrug. “Just don't fuck her.”

She laughed and they finished the meal talking to Eric and Decker, who were back in the garage. On her way out, she gave Sisco a kiss and whispered in his ear.

“If I fuck her again, you'll be with us.”

“What?” he yelled after her as she ran out of the garage and into the horizontal rain.

He wasn't sure he'd heard that right.

On his twenty-second birthday, Sisco came home from a sell and found Trudy in bed with Jane. Not mid act, but both on their backs, buck naked, smoking a joint each.

“Hey, baby,” Trudy said as she sat up. “Jane and I thought we'd give you a birthday to remember.”

“Uh... are you saying what I think you're saying?”

“Yeah, remember how I told you I don't believe in monogamy? If you're gonna dip your dick in other women, I wanna suck on their tits while you do it.”

He was rock hard, and he had no idea what to say.

“Or sit on my face,” Jane said as she sat up and gave Trudy's shoulder a light kiss. “I think I'd really like to have you sitting on my face while he's fucking me.”

“Oh, I'd like that” Trudy smiled and looked at Sisco again. “And like I said, if I fuck her again, you'll be with us, and I know you think she's hot. So are
you okay with this, baby?” she asked Sisco, who nodded sheepishly.

Jane slowly turned her head to look at him. “You're gonna have to get naked for this, stud.”

He'd never in his life undressed as fast as he did then. He got into bed between the two of them and kissed Trudy first.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you,” she smiled. “Happy birthday.”

Trudy sucked on Jane's tits while he fucked her, and any visions he'd had about it hadn't done the view justice. Not even close. Then she sat on Jane's face, kissing Sisco as she came, moaning into his mouth that she loved him.

The two of them kissed Jane goodbye when she left, and Trudy turned around after closing the door. “You okay with all that?”

“You're asking
me
?”

“I am,” she said, her arms circling his waist. “But I take it you were.”

“Definitely.” He gave her a kiss. “But promise me something.”

“What?”

“If we do things like this, we end it alone. Just the two of us in a bed, sleeping alone.”

“I like that idea,” Trudy said and took his hand to lead him upstairs. “Think we could invite a guy next time?”

“Maybe, but I'm not gonna sit on his face while you fuck him.”

“If we invite a guy
and
a girl?”

“Think that's a good start.”

He might've sounded sure about it, but he was still nervous the first time they had another guy in the bed with them, that he'd just flip when he saw another dude fucking his girl. But just as the guy entered her, Trudy opened her eyes and met Sisco's, and that was enough. He knew she loved him like hell. He gave her a kiss before turning his attention to Jane, who was with them again.

They'd agreed on some rules. They might not be in a monogamous relationship, but if they fucked others, they did it together. No hiding, no lies, and they ended it alone—just the two of them. Eventually, he was okay with just one other guy with them, but he didn't sit on his face as he fucked Trudy. It was all about her those times. It worked. None of them were the jealous type, and he knew the difference between sex and love. He loved her, she loved him, and they fucked others on occasion.

CHAPTER FOUR:

-o0o-

Present day, Greenville, Arizona

SISCO WOKE UP WITH
a sneeze. He had blond hair in his face and tried to get rid of it. The woman that the hair belonged to woke up during his attempts to untangle himself from both her hair and her limbs. When she tried to put her arm around him, he shook his head and pointed at the door before going into the bathroom. She was gone by the time he got out, and he sighed in relief. It was still the middle of the night, and he could hear that the party was still going on in the bar. He found his jeans and stumbled out of the room and through the corridor while closing his fly.

There weren't that many people still in the bar, just a few hang-arounds and girls. Most members took the girls to their rooms, but the hang-arounds didn't have that option. Not all members bothered, either. To Sisco, it depended on who the woman was and what he was after. If it was just a quick B.J., he tended to take it where he sat.

Mace was still out in the bar, and when Sisco sat down next to him, he got handed a joint while he reached for the coffee pot.

“Think I'll go home for a few hours of sleep,” Mace said as he scanned the room. “I'm done here.”

Sisco lit up the joint, and it didn't take him long to start glancing towards the kitchen.

“Do we have any steak?” he asked Mace.

“Think so. Mel dropped off some food for the party.”

He didn't ask why Sisco was craving meat when he was stoned; he knew why. Mace was probably the member Sisco was closest to. They'd joined around the same time, were both single, both liked to share their women, and were both shit at cooking and therefore went to Brick's place for a decent meal at least once a week.
Mel, Brick's old lady, never minded. She liked having people over for dinner.

Over the years, Sisco had shared most of his story with Mace, so Mace always knew when he was off—and why. Which meant he didn't ask questions about it; he got it. He'd had his own heartbreak and would probably stay single, too.

Mace had also fallen madly in love with a woman and would've done anything for her. The only problem was that the woman in question was his brother's fiancé. So instead of spending family holidays watching the love of his life on his brother's arm, Mace spent them with Sisco. They started off at Brick and Mel's place with the family stuff, and then fucked some girl—or girls, whichever they felt like at that particular moment.

So Mace knew why Sisco asked for steak; it was because of Trudy.

-
o0o-

Seattle, Washington

IT HAD TURNED OUT
that Trudy was a vegetarian, and she hated when he cooked meat. Initially, when he was still wearing those new-love goggles, he'd done anything to please her, and he didn't want her to get pissed at him, but he still wanted to eat meat. He'd quickly figured out that if he smoked pot while frying a steak, it hid the meat smell from her. It had worked excellently, but a while later, he'd told her that he ate meat and that she just had to deal with. By then, he'd gotten used to having meat with his weed, though.

They'd ended up having a damn kosher kitchen, with his pots and pans for meat, and her pots and pans for rabbit food. She'd arranged a special box in the fridge and the freezer where he kept his meat. For dinner, she cooked, and he made some side dish with meat for himself. She called it his meat-sprinkle.

Sisco was in the kitchen washing out the pan he'd used. It was his meat pan, so Trudy couldn't say anything, but she still glared a little when she walked into the kitchen with Jane behind her. The glare quickly disappeared, and she put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

“Do I smell dead animal?”

“Dead, cooked, and chewed,” he confirmed. Then he turned his attention to Jane. “Hey, want some dead animal?”

They might fuck on occasion, but outside the bed he and Jane kept it friendly. It would just be too fucking weird to do it any other way. Jane obviously felt the same, because she was never even close to stepping over the line with him or Trudy when they just hung out.

“What kind of animal?”

“Cow.”

“Sure,” she said and sat down at the table.

Both girls were wearing worn jeans, big t-shirts, and flannel—just as he was. The current fashion in Seattle, if you could call it fashion, was very unisex. It was also practical and warm, which was useful, since it was cold and rained all the fucking time.

Trudy started making some tea, and Sisco put a plate in front of Jane.

“Simon called earlier about a gig,” Trudy said. “Did he get hold of you?”

Even if Sisco worked a
t the garage part time it wasn't enough to make a living, so he still sold pot. It was the same for most of his friends; they worked at coffee shops, gas stations, whatever they could get, and often more than one job at a time. The economy in Seattle sucked, and the jobs that were around for them weren't well-paid jobs. That was actually how it had started to some degree—kids found a place to gig, bought some cheap instruments or invited anyone who had an instrument to play with them, and they jammed to have something to do.

Simon was another one of the guys who'd made
himself useful in other ways when he'd realized he didn't have a talent for music. Being butt-fucking crazy and prone to extreme outbursts of anger, he'd had some problems keeping a regular job. Having the Seattle mentality that made high school kids release albums and fanzines, Simon'd decided to open his own all-age place in Chinatown. That way he didn't have to worry about having a boss.

It might say it was an all-age place, but Sisco didn't think Simon had bothered with getting any actual permits for it. The fire department had come by once to shut it down, since it didn't have enough fire exits. In one of his famed outbursts, Simon had grabbed a chainsaw and cut a hole in the wall leading out to the alley. Then he'd pointed at it while looking at the firemen and said, “Is that enough, or do I need to make another one?” They'd left, never to be seen again, and the show had continued.

It was a shitty place, though. Simon put on good shows, great bands and not just local ones, but the place was a mess. It was actually the first place Sisco had seen people fucking in public. He'd seen people fuck, but that had at least been someone's house. But that was sort of the vibe you got there, you were just visiting some guy's home, and people acted accordingly.

The rowdiness of the place and the frequent fights meant Simon wanted some big guys there to k
eep order. He often asked Sisco because he was a big guy, but also because he could fix anything electrical, had basic knowledge of how to do the sound and light, and the local bands knew who he was and trusted him. It was another one of those jobs where he didn't make much money, maybe a few bills under the table if it'd been a really good night, but Simon was okay with Sisco selling pot while working, which meant those nights were pretty lucrative anyway.