I know, I'm being terrible naughty, and I shouldn't be doing another fic, but 'love affair and eggs' is coming to a close, well it should in the next few chapters. I hope.
"Ooohhhh," Doug moaned out as Roger thrust wildly into him. Doug bucked harshly as Roger endlessly pounded into his prostate, not letting up on the body below him. The older boy was desperate to claim the boy below him as his, as he had done for the past two years, but somehow, it never seemed enough. A large part of Roger's mind knew what the problem was, but he was terrified that if they came out, his parents would find out, and they already hated him for 'ruining' their lives.
"Yesss," Roger hissed out, snapping his hips forward. Doug moaned heavily, arms and legs trembling even harder, not only from the pleasure, but for being on all fours for so long. Roger grinned, breathy, loving how Doug was so responsive to his touch.
"Harder Roger, harder," Doug screamed, glad that Roger's parents, currently weren't at home. In two years together, Roger told Doug a little about his parents, saying they wouldn't have come for him even if he was dying. Roger grinned, grunting happily at his lovers words and began to thrust with more enthusiasm. Roger leaned down and whispered in the shell of Doug's ear.
"Such a needy little bitch aren't you? Heh, always so tight and ready when I need you," Roger grunted out, making Doug stiffen at his semi harsh words. Twenty minutes later the couple howled in pleasure, coming harshly. Roger collapsed heavily onto Doug, making the boy collapse onto the bed. The red haired boy rolled off and moved to pull Doug to him but the younger boy wouldn't bug from his spot. Roger frowned and looked at his boy confused, propping himself up on an elbow. Doug sat up with moist eyes, looking like his whole world would collapse in a couple of moments. Roger panicked slightly, not wanting Doug sad for any reason.
"Is that all I am to you?" Doug asked, bottom lip trembling. Roger sat up quickly, a small part of anger kicking in.
"What th' hell you talkin' 'bout Funnie?" Roger snapped back, his anger getting the better of him. Doug's eyes water slightly, but he took a deep breath, calming himself.
"I'm not a bitch Klotz, and whenever we do this, secrete sex thing, I feel like a whore, and I know I'm not one. We've been doing this hide and fuck thing for two years and that's all we've been doing. It's getting old, really fast. I'm done with the bread crumbs you've been giving me. You either make the decision that we are, in fact dating, and you love me like I love you, or we aren't dating at all. Which means no sex, nothing between us other then being mere acquaintances." Doug snapped back, getting rather angry as well. Roger gaped slightly at the smaller boy, how could he think that this wasn't important?
"What the fuck do you mean Funnie? This is a relationship," Roger snarled back, eyes flashing in anger. Doug growled back, his own anger near breaking point.
"A relationship Roger, I'm talking about having a legitimate relationship with you, and nothing less. Doing this secretly is killing me, and I want the world to know that we're involved, that we're in love and happy. I want to do the whole mush love crap that you seem to hate, I want to have an excuse to come over to see you, or to hang out with you at lunch or after school," Doug snapped angrily.
"I cant Doug," Roger shouted back, anger breaking.
"Cant or wont Klotz?" Doug replied, voice going eerily calm and collected in a matter of seconds. When Roger didn't reply, Doug's mouth set in a firm line, other then that, there was no outward appearance that Doug was upset, though on the inside, Doug's heart shattered into a million pieces.
"I see. I hope I don't see you around Klotz," Doug said and gathered his clothing, dressed, and walked out of Roger's house in an easy stride. Half way home the boy broke down and sobbed, unaware that Roger was crying for the first time since he was a baby back at his house.
Two weeks went by in what seemed like a snails pace, making the two even more miserable boys miss each other even more. Doug seemed to be the worse off of the two, thinking that Roger was completely ashamed of him. Doug had been terrified to when he first discovered his sexuality and his love for Roger, but he'd never been ashamed of the other boy. Skeeter and Patti, the first two people he'd told of his sexuality and of his relationship, hovered around him worried. Doug had called them the day of the fight as soon as he got home, he told them everything of course, and ended up curling between them most of the night bawling. They, of course, had gotten severely pissed and wanted to confront the bully, but Doug had begged them not to, pleaded that in-spite of the break up fight, he still loved him. They didn't, for Doug, though they did want to beat him into oblivion.
Half way through the third week, Patti couldn't take it anymore and broke her promise to Doug and confronted Roger about it during lunch. The tiny blond female had cornered him, hands on her hips a deep glare on her face.
"KLOTZ!" Patty snarled, almost yelling.
"What do you want Mayonnaise?" Roger snapped back.
"Go fix it with Doug, NOW!" Patti snapped back angrily. Roger's face went blank and he stiffened slightly.
"Fix what with Doug?" Roger asked rather stiffly. Patti's glare turned venomous.
"Your relationship. God, no wonder Doug thinks your ashamed of him, you can't even say it out loud. I don't ever know what Doug saw in you cause all I see is a coward and bastard," Patti growled and stomped off. Roger bit his lip know what Patti said was true. It took a few moments for Roger to register something else she had said to him. He stormed over to Patti, grabbing her arm before she could enter the cafeteria.
"What do you mean he thinks I'm ashamed of him?" Roger asked hotly. Patti's glare deepened greatly.
"Well, aren't you?" Patti snapped. Roger then took a deep calming breath before he answered.
"Why would I be ashamed?" Roger asked, generally curious. Patti's eyes widened almost comically.
"You're not ashamed?" Roger shook his head to Patti's question.
"Then wont you properly date him? Or tell your buddies?" Patti asked, her glare had softened marginally from the poisonous one she had been given him earlier. Roger looked down nervously, unconsciously fiddling with his jacket.
"I don't want people to harass him for this. Or myself for that matter. 'Sides if word got back to my parents, they'd come back just to kill me." Roger replied, nervous, shifting from foot to foot. Patti's eyes widened comically.
"Seriously?" Patti asked calmly.
"Yes," Roger said somewhat hotly, temper flaring slightly, dark eyes daring her to say something. Patti frowned again, but understood Roger's fear of his parents. It wasn't really talked about, but it was obvious that Roger's parents had been abusive with him in the past. People had picked up on it when the red head would come to with black eyes or cuts. Unfortunately, the school didn't interfere and neither did any of the kids. Roger had been rather lucky in the past few years, considering his parents had gotten jobs that consumed most of their time. That was a semi good reason, but a very bad excuse.
"If you're not going to fight for him, then you're not strong enough to have him Roger. If you care for him at all, it shouldn't matter what anyone thinks, especially not now, since your eighteen," Patti said firmly, and then walked into the cafeteria without looking back. Roger stood, dumbfounded, before he realized she was right. At the moment he wasn't strong enough for Doug. Moments later, Roger left the school to go and grab something from his house. It was currently sixth period, and Doug was sitting silently, wondering where Roger was. He worried as to where the boy was, though he tried not to, wanting to still be angry. Moments later, the class was interrupted buy the door slamming open and Roger storming in, a scowl on his face.
"Glad you could join us MR. Klotz," Mr. MCdonald growled, obvious not liking Roger, thinking the boy was a good for nothing punk.
"Fuck off," Roger snapped back, uncaring at getting a detention, before he going over to drop something on Doug's desk. The teacher squawked in shock, not used to a student cussing at him. Some student's snickered, glad the teacher was cussed at.
"What's this?" Doug asked, picking up the box.
"An apology for being an ass earlier," Roger replied grumpily, shrugging broad shoulders.
"Oh," Doug replied and opened the gift, knowing not to question Roger when he was in these kind of moods. The class stared on, curious as to why Roger would give Doug a gift, most thought it was a prank, and normally, they would have been right, but not this time. Doug gasped silently at what was in side. It was a simple silver promise ring, no frills, nothing special, just a shiny silver band in his size. The younger of the two grinned wetly, but didn't cry, in which Roger was thankful for. He didn't know how to deal with crying people. Doug was quick to put it an as Roger plopped into the seat next to quietly. The class stared, silently, not really knowing how to connect with what they just saw, but everybody was quick to get back to work when Roger snarled at the to 'stop staring, you fuckin' psychos'.