Week Twelve - Revision Journal

What Cletus Wants

I reached over JD to get the remote control and inadvertently touched his thigh. We'd been watching Star Search like we did every Saturday night, but for some reason there was some sort of tension in the air between us. Viola had given JD some liquor that night and he seemed a little friskier than he normally was. She'd since run off to the bar to raise hell with some her girlfriends, so that just left me and JD.

I was quite happy because I liked spending time with JD. There was something about him that was special to me. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. JD was a beautiful kid. I'd seen him grow up to be quite a handsome little devil, and something inside of me just wanted to be in his presence. I was always happy when he was with me. That is, until that night.

Like I'd said before, I had kind of touched his thigh while we were sitting on the couch. Now that I think about it, I wonder if in some way I did that on purpose. Whatever the case, I think that's what started the whole thing. JD kind of looked at me and grinned and then looked back at the television.

“Hey, Clete,” he said, after a few minutes had passed. “You know what?” he said, drunkenly.

“What's that, JD?”

“You're a sexy old man, you know that?”

I instantly started to twitch on the couch, but I held myself together and smiled at him.
“Well, that sure is nice of you to say so, JD.” At 38 years old, I didn't consider myself “old” yet, but I guess to him, I fit that bill.

He winked at me drunkenly and inched closer to me on the couch. Keeping his eyes on the small television in front of us, he suddenly placed his hand on my thigh. My breath caught in my throat and I closed my eyes. I didn't know whether to move his hand or just sit there frozen like I was. My thoughts went haywire. I wanted to control myself. I wanted to be a good friend to Viola. I couldn't do anything, though. I just sat there, frozen.

JD started rubbing his hand up and down my leg, slowly and although I tried with all my might to close my mind off, the erection that I was developing began to shift in my pants. I grabbed one of the pillows that I kept on the sofa, placed it across my lap and kept staring blankly at the television.

“Oh, she's definitely not gonna win. Did you hear that flat note she hit at the end, there?” I said, chuckling nervously.

JD didn't say anything. He just kept rubbing my leg, his body slightly swaying drunkenly. It was getting hot in there and I wanted to go turn on the fan that sat in the corner of my small living room, but I didn't want to give the state of my pants away. So, I reached over and got my glass of Jack Daniels off the table and reached inside and pulled out a cube of ice. I rubbed it across my forehead and took a deep breath, trying to get my breathing under control.

When I placed the glass back on the table, JD suddenly lunged at me. Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and he had both his hands on my legs. His lips tasted so sweet, I hated myself for pushing him off me, but I did.

“JD! What the hell's the matter with you?”

“Aw, come on, Clete. Don't act like you don't want me. Don't you think I can see how much underneath that pillow?”

“JD, what do you know? You're seventeen years old,” I said, weakly.

“I know a lot old man. Don't you worry about that,” he said, tossing back the lock of black hair that had fallen into his face.

I didn't know what to do. I was still throbbing down there and my heart was beating out of my chest.

He leaned over towards me again, this time more slowly and kissed me softly.

“JD, Viola will kill me,” I pleaded.

“Yeah, she will kill you if she finds out you tried to rape me, Cletus. We wouldn't want her to find that out, would we?”

“You're talking crazy, son. Viola wouldn't believe that.”

“Oh, no? My momma ain't stupid, Clete. You don't think she sees the way you've been eyeballing me all this time?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Oh, no?” he said, snatching the pillow from my lap. “Well, what do you suppose this is?”

He grinned mannishly and grabbed my bulging crotch with his right hand. I groaned involuntarily and closed my eyes. Before I knew it JD was kissing me again, and I seemed to just melt away from myself. I knew there was gonna be hell to pay for this, but in that moment, I didn't care. Viola would never look at me the same way, and neither would JD, but I wasn't able to focus on any of that. In the background of my mind, I could vaguely hear the voice of Ed McMahon saying “The judges give you FOUR STARS!”, but my head was reeling. I was a mess of thoughts and all I could do was lay back on that couch and let the moment sweep me away.