Page 71 of Save Me

Micah steps back, and the space where he was is suddenly cold.

“On you!” He sends the target downrange.

Let’s get this over with.

I fire one round, the gun kicking in my hand with a small explosion. I realize I’ve closed my eyes, so I open them to see where the bullet went.

“Heck yeah, man! Right into his chest!” Micah’s excited voice comes from behind me.

Chest? That’s good.

I fire a few more rounds, getting more comfortable with the behavior of the gun as Micah encourages me from behind. Then the gun locks, and the trigger won’t pull anymore.

“Fresh out.”

Micah pulls the target back in, and I evaluate it. There are a lot of holes in the silhouette, and a lot outside.

My stomach drops.

Micah just grabs another silhouette. “That was awesome, man! Try again! I see some that the guy in lane three threw into our target.”

It does feel good to have something so powerful work for me. I still don’t miss the fact that Micah is blaming the guy in lane 3 for my poor shooting to try to make me feel better.

But damn him, it does make me feel better. Because I’m weak.

This time, when Micah sends it back downrange, he asks, “How are you holding it with your right hand?”

I raise the gun up, showing him.

“Fire for me.”

I do, and the bullet hits to the left of where I mean it to go.

“Hmmm.” Micah steps behind me again, one hand on my left and one on my right. “Feel the way I’m squeezing? Now fire.”

Micah’s body is warm, and his torso brushes my back, causing more goosebumps to prickle down my arms and my dick to spring into motion.

Fuck! No, I try to focus, squeezing my finger. The gun goes off with a bang.

“Ah, I see!” Micah’s voice is right by my ear. “You’re yanking your trigger finger. Makes the gun dip down to the left. Happens to the best of us, probably the wind.”

“The wind?”

Micah chuckles. “Well, yeah, duh.”

Micah’s laugh does something for me. It’s stirring up all the tingles that already started, and now my body is on fire.

Micah continues to teach me, close by, hovering, brushing me here, touching me there, and I just hope he doesn’t look down at my dick, which is hard as stone. At first, I’m pissed, and then I remember when we made out, and Micah melted in my arms. Suddenly, my body takes over my brain, and I want that again.

Wait. Maybe this is the way to break Micah? He gave me complete control last time. Maybe this is how I’ll see who he really is?

My dick bobs at the thought, which just pisses me off. This is a game, dick. It means nothing.

For the next rounds, I throw into the crotch area of the target, to which Micah cheers. And fuck, it does make me feel better.

When we’ve shot all the practice ammo, Micah takes me to buy defense ammo to keep loaded in my gun, and then we head to the cars. As we walk beside each other, I feel that electricity between us.

Micah gives a quick glance at my eyes, then blushes and looks away. “This was fun! We can totally do it again sometime!”