It felt like any other afternoon, sat in the shade underneath the largest tree in Ascot mansion garden. Hershel was staring up into the beautiful clear blue sky, listening to the gentle rush of the nearby steam, lost in thought.
He was suddenly interrupted when he felt a strange weight around his stomach. It was his friend Randall Ascot. Randall was sat on top of him, pinning his arms at his sides, trapping him in place. Hershel froze not knowing what to do at first.
'What are you doing Randall? Get off me!' Hershel tried to struggle free but Randall was stronger. He gave in, waiting for Randall to explain or move away on his own.
Randall looked down at his friend trying to wriggle free and it only increase his need for him, but he wanted to have some fun with his friend first.
'You where miles away Hersh, I just wanted to bring you back. I know how you get lost in your mind sometimes.' Randall could feel the young man's heart rate quicken and breathing become quick and breathy with every moment he was vulnerable beneath him. Yes, he had no doubt any more that Hershel wanted this to happen as badly as he did.
Hershel waited for a moment, expecting the redhead to get off and them both to laugh it off. He wriggled once again when Randall stayed firmly in place above him. Surly this was all a cruel joke. But he could feel himself getting more and more excited when Randall didn't move away. Almost wishing his hands where free to caress the boys leg to feel how soft they were under his hands.
Hershel didn't know what he was thinking. This was his best friend he was talking about, who had taken him under his wing three years ago when he arrived in Stansbury. Randall also had a budding romance with the golden haired Angela, the pretties girl in school. No it had to be a joke. Hershel wriggled again a little more forcefully this time.
'Now Now Hersh. I kinda like it up here and I think you do to. In fact I know you do.' Randall said with a smirk moving his hips back a bit to rub Hershel' s growing bulge in his trousers. The brunette almost turned pink with embarrassment and tried to move himself away from his friend. Hershel hadn't even resisted his bodies changes. Embarrassed by his bodies obviously betraying his arousal he turned his face away, no longer able to look at his best friend in the eye. He was so afraid that by admitting or acting on these strange growing feelings for his friend that he might jeopardize the friendship they both shared. Even if it was him who started it.
Sensing that his mind was wondering yet again, Randall moved his hips against Hershel's bulge again, hoping to distract him from his obviously troubled thoughts.
Hershel gave out a breathy moan at the friction this cased, that he instantly regretted and blushed deeply, still unable to look at Randall's face.
Smirking, Randall lent over so that they where almost nose to noses.'Oh Hershel don't be a prude. I know you like it.' Randall said. He started moving his hips in a gentle rhythmic pace drawing short breathy gasps from the young man underneath him. All he wanted was for Hershel to stop thinking and give into him. He always got what he wanted.
Slowly, Randall started to skim his fingertips over Hershel's shirt, making him jump and squirm from the little touches of unfamiliar hands. Even through clothing it felt like everywhere the red heads hands tailed fire followed in there path.
Lazily, leaving a trail of fire behind his fingertips he made patterns up his stomach to his chest, caressing the soft skin of his neck to behind his ears then winding into his hair, softly massaging his scalp. He knew that he should be begging him to get off and stop this but honestly Hershel had never felt anything so pleasurable in his life. He felt like he was burning up but at the same time it felt so right and suddenly had the urge to thrust back against Randall's gentle rocking.
Randall's hands started to tighten in his hair pulling ever so slightly. Effectively stopping Hershel from moving is head and forcing there eyes to met. Hershel wasn't sure what he saw in those eyes. Pleading. Lust. He didn't get time to think when Randall's soft lips pressed down on his with gentle pressure. Hershel tried to move away, shocked at the line his friend had so easily crossed, but Randall's hands in his hair prevented any movement. He held his body still and ridged, trying to make sense of the situation he was in and how to regain control but he could feel his body betraying him.
Wanting to see how far he could push his friend, Randall started to lick and nibble at the brunettes bottom lip almost begging for entrance. When Hershel's lips stayed defiantly shut Randall tugged on his hair making him moan again. As soon as his mouth opened Randall's tongue darted in to tasting him for the first time. He ground his hips harder wanting more. Hershel had never been kissed like this before, he didn't know what to do so froze letting Randall explore his mouth freely.
Hershel couldn't stop his hips making subtle movements to increase the pressure on his groin. He wanted to fight, to push Randall of and yell at him for pushing him to far but at the same time craving more, wanting more, to feel more. It was like his body and mind where at war with one another, and only one could win.
Then something snapped. Hershel no longer wanted to fight, he wanted to loss himself in this moment and not have to think about the consequences. To explore every inch of his friends body. To learn how to please him, to learn how this could work between them. It was all so new, never had he felt like this about anyone before. He gave out a soft moan and surrendered to the kiss moving his tongue with equal passion and lust.
Randall knew the moment he had won. The feeling of triumph almost made him want to sing. Finally! he thought. He kissed the brunette with increased force for a few more moments before gradually releasing Hershel's hair to trail fire back down his body.
Braking off the kiss for a moment, he capturing his bottom lip between his teeth he gave it a small pull as he felt Hershel's ragged breathing bath his face.
Hershel could feel his heart rate increase as is best friends hands trapped his above his head. To be completely surrendered to Randall was making him even more excited and eager to explore these new feelings. He had never realised until this moment just what he felt towards his friend. There was always something more there, a charge so faint that he never noticed it until now. That his friend shared the feelings that he himself had been denying all theses years was almost to much to believe, or was this nothing to Randall. A chill of fear went down his spine, was this only a spur of the moment thing. Soon his friend would rethink his actions a stop. Saying it was all a misunderstanding and they should forget it ever happened.
Hershel knew that it was already to late for him. Something had changed when he felt the red head soft lips touch his. When he felt the soft pressure of his friends body on his. He new that he would never yearn for another as much as he did for the young man in front of him now.
Braking off the kiss Randall started trailing scorching kisses across Hershel's jaw to his ear, gently nibbling the soft flesh there while pinning his hands down with only one of his. Hershel couldn't control the loud moans and eager thrusts any more, he was so ready, so close. He felt frantic, needing something more. Something to take the building tension away. He felt like a spring so ready to be let free that the slightest touch might be enough.
Hershel could slightly notice a pressure releasing around his hips but as soon as he tried to focus what it was Randall's lips came down hard again on his, taking no prisoners this time. There tongues danced and tasted one another in a rhythm they both found effortless. Pinned down as he was Hershel had no choice but to give Randall everything he demanded. Randall always got what he wanted in the end.
Randall gently lifts Hershel's shirt out of his trousers and let his fingertips dance over his pale skin. He loved to feel of his skin jumping and tensing from the light touches.
Hershel jumped when he felt the warm hands touch his bare skin. The fire he felt before from being touched was nothing to the blaze he felt now. Thrusting harder into his friends groin while pouring more passion and desperation into there searing kisses. The hands on his body moved in an agonisingly slow pace across his stomach getting lower as it went, leaving a trail of fire and tingles in there wake.
Hershel moaned loudly when he felt the fingertips reach the elastic of his pants. It was to much, he was to close and he wanted to touch Randall. To feel his skin jump under his hands, to hear him gasp his name as he played with his over-sensitive flesh. He tried to move his hands to touch his new lover but Randall was unrelenting. Randall held firm on his hands, holding him prisoner to this delicious torture.
Surrendering once again to the rhythm of there tongues dancing together. Suddenly Randall stopped grinding his hips and lifted slightly. Feeling his release slip away Hershel thrust upward trying to find some much needed friction. He was to close to stop, he needed release, nothing else mattered but this moment.
Then he felt it, the pressure and friction he so wanted, but it felt so much better. He bucked into it and felt a tight squeeze and strokes. Then he felt the warmth. The blazing warmth of Randall's hand wrapped around him so intimately was almost is undoing. He broke there searing kiss to gasped at the sear pleasure that racing through his veins making him tingle and tighten. Randall rained burning kisses over his face and neck coming to lay his lips on his friends ear, nibbling softly.
Randall continued to stroke him as his breathing came in short gasps. He knew is friend was so close, a few more movements and it would be over. He squeezed a little harder as he moved and whispered into his ear softly,
'Hershel. Are you awake in there.'
Hershel was momentarily confused by what Randall had said but unable to respond as another bolt of pleasure rocked his body. Getting court up in the rhythm once more. One more, all he needed was one more movement and he was spent. Randall squeezed and that was all it took.
'Hershel! Time to wake up dear. Your going to be late for school.'
Hershel started awake when he heard is mothers voice call from down stairs just as his dreams long built orgasm ripped through his body making him call out in pleasure. His member pulsed in hot pleasurable waves. He had no time to joy the aftershocks as he heard his mother coming up the stairs to stand outside his bedroom door and knocked the door. He sat bolt upright hoping that she didn't let herself in.
'Are you okay my dear?'
'Yeeesss..' He chocked out. Hershel cleared his throat. 'Yes mother I'll be right down.'
'Good. I've made you egg on toast for breakfast. Hurry down now.'
When Hershel finally heard his mothers retreating footsteps heading down the stairs he flopped back down on the bed, panting. 'That was close. What the hell was that about?' Hershel thought to himself trying to calm his racing heart and frantic breathing. Touching his lips, he thought how good it had felt to feel his friends soft lips claim his. How his body felt when Randall's warm hands drew blazing patterns on his skin. And the feel of them wrapped around…
Hershel mentally scolded himself. It did him no good to work himself up again. Anyway it was only a dream, it didn't mean anything. Nothing had changed, Randall was still his best friend. Yes he just needed to forget it ever happened.
'Hershel your friends will be here soon.' He heard his mother call up the stairs. Glancing at the time he only had 15 minutes before his friends would call at his house to walk to school. Quickly, cleaning himself up a bit with the tissues he kept in his night stand, Hershel jumped out of bed and almost ran to the bathroom.
In record time Hershel was washed, dressed and eating his breakfast with time to spare. He made small talk with his mother asking about what her plans where for the day and what Hershel expected to cover in school. Lucille was worried about Hershel's father as he had rush out this morning without having breakfast. Hershel didn't pay much mind as his mother was prone to over reacting when it came to him and his father.
They were interrupted but a knock at the door.
'That must be Randall and Angela. Thanks for breakfast mother.'
'None of that. What are mothers for. Have a good day at school.'
After placing his plate on the kitchen counter Hershel grabbed his bag and headed for the door. When he opened it, sure enough, stood his best friend and Angela. He wasn't sure how close the two really where or if they where officially together or not. Angel was a pretty girl with white gold hair that is sweet, lively and full of life. When Hershel's gaze fell on his best friend the feelings from the morning all came flooding back. It took all his strength not the moan from the memorise that flooded his mind, he could feel himself getting excited again. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply he tried to regain control of himself.
Randall and Angela exchanged a confused glance. Randall stepped forward so he was right in front of his friend and placed his hand on his shoulder. 'Are you okay Hershel?' He asked with concern.
Hershel jumped when he felt that hand on his shoulder. The very hand he was trying so hard not to think about, they felt so warm and familiar it scared him. As not to embarrass himself further he cleared his throat and nodded.
'Yes I'm fine just didn't sleep to well last night.' Hershel felt the warms creep into his face and neck when he court the look of knowing in his best friends eyes. Randall knew he was lying. Hershel looked everywhere but at the red head.
'Come on boys we're going to be late if we don't get going soon.' Angela said when neither of the guys moved away from each other.
Randall could see his friend was hiding something from him. Why was he blushing, he couldn't remember Hershel ever blushing before. What was he keeping from him that caused him so much discomfort. Even after that Hershel still couldn't look him in the eye. Randall was sure of one thing, he would find out what his friend was hiding from him. Randall gave Hershel one last 'this isn't over' look before releasing his shoulder and stepping back to join Angela.
Hershel took in a shaky breath. To have his friend so close was almost unbearable. He wanted so much to just throw his arms over his friend and press his lips against his again. To see if he tasted as good as he had dreamt, to feel his body flush against his. Hershel held his breath and looked everywhere but his friend. He hoped he wouldn't think anything of it and move on. Hershel just caught the look his friend gave him and wasn't sure it was going to be that easy.
When Hershel was finally free he took in a deep breath to clear his head. 'this is going to be a long day.' he thought miserably, falling into step behind the pair.
The trio made there way through the small town, Randall and Angela chatting excitedly about a party that a friend of there's were throwing in a few days. Hershel stayed silent for most of the journey, his mind on other things. About 10 minutes later they found themselves in the courtyard of the villages only school. Kingsbrook Academy. It was an ordinary enough building but it had been here for years and generations of families went to this very school.
Hershel instantly felt better being in this familiar surrounding. Hershel always enjoyed school, learning never felt like a chore to him. He enjoyed to read most of the time and his friends often found him buried in a good book. Randall was always pushing him to share his interest in archaeology and although he always brushed these encouragements off he also found the mystery of it appealing. He made sure never to let Randall know he was enjoying himself, he would never hear the end of it.
The bell rang out suddenly in the warm summer air, making all the students rushed to get to there classes so they wouldn't be late.
Hershel's first lesson was on architecture with Mr. Collins. Heading straight over to his desk at the back of the class he could see Randall and Angela having a rather heated discussion about something at the front of the class. Hershel didn't think anything of it until they both looked directly at him and quickly away when they caught him looking.
Feeling a bit uneasy about the exchange, Hershel tried to focus on getting his things ready for the lesson ahead. He got out his textbook and pretended to read though the pages they would be covering this lesson. He could sense someone walking towards him and guessed it was Randall going to sit in his usual set next to him. Not bothering to spare him a glance, he concentrated harder on the textbook in his hands.
Randall stopped Angela when they entered the classroom and made sure Hershel was out of earshot before voicing his concerns. 'Did you notice anything weird about Hershel this morning?' He said checking Hershel hadn't noticed there whispered conversation.
Angela looked at Hershel and then back at Randall. 'Not anything to be worried about no. He just didn't sleep to well last night.' Trying to dispel his worries.
'I think its more then that. He looked almost like he was hiding something. I don't know.' He said looking over again at his friend now reading the class textbook upside-down. Something was definitely wrong here.
'Stop worrying. He will tell us when he's ready.' patting his shoulder she walked to her desk at the front of the class.
Randall huffed in exasperation at the girls ability to dismiss such a challenge. Randall new that, give him time, he would get what he wanted from Hershel. He walked purposefully over to his desk next to Hershel's and sank down into his chair getting his things ready for the lesson.
Hershel was finding it hard to concentrate on what Mr. Collins was saying during the class. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop stealing glances at the boy sat beside him. Unwanted memories invaded his mind destracting him from anything his teacher was saying.
Randall had decided to talk to Hershel after the lesson but when he glanced over and saw his friend flushed red again he couldn't help hold it in any more. 'So Hershel… What's up with you today?' Randall whispered over to his friend.
Hershel blushed a darker red when he realised he had been caught. He knew he wouldn't get Randall off his back if he stayed quiet, if anything it would make I worse. He needed to try and act like normal. Putting on a smile he turned to his friend next to him and said 'I'm fine. I told you I just couldn't sleep. I'm a bit spaced out that's all.' He hoped Randall hadn't caught the false note in his tone at the obvious lie he used again.
Randall shook his head. 'I know your hiding something Hershel and you will tell me.' He decided he wouldn't get anything from Hershel right now so left it for now and sat back in his chair to listen to the rest of his lesson.
Hershel felt a chill of fear run down his spin. He knew his friend to well, he knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. Hershel couldn't hear anything Mr. Collins said for the rest of the lesson, he was to busy trying to come up with a way to get Randall to lose interest in his new obsession.
By the end of the school day Hershel was so wound tight, Randall had been touching him more today, which he was sure was on purpose. He was sure Randall still had no clue what was wrong and he thought he was doing pretty well at playing cool. It was only seemingly meaningless gestures like a hand on his shoulder but very time he would freeze and his heart rate would pick up. Randall never seemed to notice so he calmed down quickly, taking deep breaths. If he wanted everything to go back to normality he had to find a way to control his bodies reactions to this boy.
When the bell rang out at the end of the school day Hershel gave out a huge sign of relief. He could finally get away from his friend and hopefully the memories that distracted him from his studies. He planned on getting into a good book to occupy his mind for the rest of the evening. Gathering up all his things into his backpack as quickly as he could he planned to just bolt out of school and run home. He suddenly felt a strange sensation on his hair as he was looking down at his bag, like someone breathing on him. He looked up and froze in place.
Hershel was frozen, his face just inches way from Randall. If he moved forward a little there lips would touch and he would taste them for the first real time. Without thinking clearly he took a deep breath, He could faintly smell Randall's sweet scent, Hershel shut his eye to saver the feeling of his friend being so near. He suddenly remembered himself, his eyes sprung open and moving away slightly. Holding his breath he looked into those eyes again and thought he saw smugness but Randall interrupted his train of thought.
'Angela's coming over later at eight. So are you. See you later' Giving Hershel no opportunity to object Randall span on his heels and strolled over to where Angela waited for him at the classroom entrance. Randall tenderly cupped Angela's face and pressed his lips to hers for a brief moment. The Rage and jealousy that suddenly filled Hershel took him so by surprise, it made him ball his fists at his sides to stopping himself from throwing something across the room. He turned his face away in disgusted. Not at the couples display of affection, okay maybe a little to do with that, but at his own reaction to it. He had know there might have been something between the pair but he had never seen them display there feelings around him.
When he looked back they had disappeared though the door, Hershel let his head fall into his hands on the desktop. He didn't know what he was going to do, he was going to suffer either way he dealt with this situation. If he didn't go to Randall's he was afraid he would provoke more investigation from his friend but if he abide he was sure he would have a long uncomfortable evening ahead of him.
Huffing he got up from his desk and slowly made his way through the school and his way home, worrying about what a mess today had been. He briefly bumped into his father when passing the library, he ask Hershel to let his mother know he would be a little longer then expected and not to worry. Agreeing he pressed on home. Before long he found himself outside his home, he didn't really want to face his mother at the moment but he knew she would only worry if he didn't go straight home for dinner. Reluctantly, Hershel pushed the door open to find his mother in a bit of a state. He wasn't really in the mood for her irrational worries but approached her anyway.
'oh I hope he's okay. Oh Hershel! Did you see your father on the way home. He said he would be back from town by now. He's been gone an hour now. Oooowww he knows how I worry sometimes.'
She paced around the kitchen and fussed with he apron. This was the norm for Hershel. His mother was prone to overreacting at the slightest thing. Hershel dropped his bag and went to calm Lucille down, telling her he had met him on the way home and that he was just running a bit late. He would be home as soon as he was done.
Almost immediately his mother calmed down. Hershel picked his bag back up and headed upstairs while his mother continued to make dinner for them. After dumping his backpack at his desk he flopped down on his bed covering his face with his hands. He still hadn't decided he should do about Randall's later.
Not wanting to slip back into unwelcome memories of the night before, Hershel forced himself up and over to his bookshelf. He had already read all these books multiple times but they all still fascinated him as much as the first time he had read them. Picking one at random he went back to his bed to begin reading and hopefully lose himself in the book.
'Hershel dinners ready.' He heard his mother call up the stairs. Wow he hadn't noticed how long he had been reading, he glanced at his clock, about two hours had passed. Yes reading was definitely the way to take his mind off things. Putting the book away Hershel quickly changed out of his uniform into a clean white shirt, trousers and blue tie and headed back down stairs for tea. His father had returned so Lucille was herself again.
While they all ate they chatted about there day and laughed when Roland joked about worrying Lucille earlier. Hershel felt the most peaceful he had felt all day, like it was any other day. He had decided going to Randall's was the best course of action. He would endeavour to make things right again.
After they had finished the cleaning up Hershel informed his parents he would be going to Randall's this evening. As expected this cased his mother to get in a bit of a fluster over him going out so late but she was soon calmed by Roland's easy acceptance and reassurances he would be fine. Smiling warmly at them both Hershel headed out the door, planning on taking and evening stroll before going straight to Randall's house.
In no really hurry, Hershel following the stream that runs though the village centre, it would be the long way round but it would lead him to the Ascot mansion. Stopping once to talk to Gloria, a very friendly old women that had taken a shin to him since arriving at the village.
'Hershel dear. Where are you off to at this time?' Gloria said in her usual friendly tone.
'Oh hello Gloria. Lovely evening isn't it. I just on my way to Randalls.' Hershel responded with a smile. The old women was always so sweet to him. They talked for a few minutes more then Hershel continued on his way giving her a wave goodbye.
He soon found himself in the Ascot mansion gardens that surrounded Randall's house. As Hershel was still a bit early he decided to to sit under the tree next to the stream. He sat down and watched the water gently rush over the rocks and pebbles bellow the surface. He lent against the truck of the tree just staring out into the distance and thought about how silly he had been acting today, he was overrating to a silly dream that meant nothing. Promising to himself that he would not think about that dream again and forget everything that happened. Almost feeling a weight lift from his shoulders he shut his eyes and just enjoyed the sound of the wind and the water around him.