Chapter One

Burning, Just Burning, the feeling of liquid fire coursing through his veins by an inferno inside him, a place that was always burning, 'shouldn't he be scared feeling his insides burn'? Yet it wasn't fear he could feel, no he could never be scared of this, this, this was 'freedom'. He wanted more, needed more of this blissful heat. As if the fire was listening to him the inferno grow, consuming his insides, burning within his chest, extending its volatile flames down his arms, his stomach past his pelvis, 'Oh God' right to his…

"John…..John…..JOHN….YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!"

Shooting to his feet gasping for breath, looking to his alarm clock, which was glaring at him from the draw at his bedside with its red judgmental lights reading 8:15.

"Oh Shit" slipping from his lips, not again, I can't be late today. Grabbing a pair of light brown chino shorts, and throwing a dark blue t-shirt over his head, taking up his school bag, he made his way down the hall to where his mother was picking up her keys preparing to leave for work.

Smiling whilst shaking her head, looking at her son with the same light blue snowflake eyes she teases "Honestly John is it really that hard to get out of bed?"

Smiling whilst grabbing a slice of bread from the table, turning to look at her giving the answer that he had discovered seven months ago covers pretty much anything that she asks "I'm 16" taking a bite out of his bread and moving his toes into the flip flops by the door "I need my sleep".

Rolling her eyes with a laugh she states, "Just because your 16 doesn't give you an excuse to be late for school. If another hundred 16 year olds in you grade can get to school on time I don't see why you can't"

"I'm not going to be late" ok may be a little late he though. Shouting "BYE" over his shoulder and making a dash down the street hoping that the bus would still be there.

'Of course the one day I want the bus to be running late is the one day it's on time' he curses to himself. Letting out a sigh of frustration and shoving his hands into his pockets, letting his feet take him down the sidewalk to school to receive yet another scalding from his tutor for being late. His dad was going to hit the fan when he found out about this. Snorting at that fact, dad yeah right, seeing him every few months, like it's so hard to get a flight from Perth to see his own son. Even when he does make the generous effort to see me, all he does is bitch about how big of a disappointment I am to him and will be lucky to ever amount to anything. Fuck Him. It was an early lesson to learn, and most probably the most important, but were better off alone, just the two of us. Stopping at the entrance to the school and turning to face the sun, closing his eyes and simply enjoying Sydney's sun rays, letting the heat seep into his body, before having to spend the next few hours inside. God I love the sun, his last though before stepping into the school.


'Bing'

The sound of student's packing away, from their final lesson of the day, fill the classroom. The maths teacher Mr Peterson shouting over the noise for them to 'REVISE' for the exams coming up. Making his way down the corridor, turning to the call of "Hey John wait up"

Ah yes revision, with a smirk on his face John turns to see Andy heading towards him with a smile on his face, his chocolate brown eyes and short spiky dark hair a stark contrast to his pale skin. How he manages to keep his skin so pale in Sidney was beyond him. Andy, coming to a stop in front of him, asks in a quiet but expecting voice "still up for some revision?"

"My house, mums not back till late" with that said John turns and heads towards the exit, with Andy coming up alongside him. Extending his arm to his side to brush the back of his hand up against the back of Andy's, smirking at the widening of the smile on Andy's face. Oh I love revision.


Stepping into his room and dropping his bag into the corner, John turns to see Andy dropping his before closing the door to the bedroom. Taking a moment to just look at the other boy, slightly shorter than his own 6' height, yet with bulkier muscle compared to his own more swimmers like body. Glancing at the mirror set on the door just behind Andy, he couldn't help but smirk. He know he was good looking with his short disarrayed sandy blond hair, light snowflake blue eyes, high defined cheek bones, sharp jaw and nose, and full lips, not too skinny, but no way near bulky, narrow hips with an impressive v torso with a lightly defined six-pack, thank you weekend surfing job, all encased in his smooth sun kissed skin.

Closing the short distance between them, extending one hand to run through Andy's dark hair whilst the other snaking around his waist resting at the small of his back. Pressing their foreheads together, running his nose against the other boys, still staring into chocolate brown eyes filled with lust. Andy's breath skirting across his lips, making his cock twitch with anticipation within the confides of his shorts. Andy's tongue darts out wetting his lips, anticipating what is to come. After a moment, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, John asks "You want me?"

Andy's eyes slide close, a shiver moving across his body, in a slightly strangled voice dripping with need replies "Yes".

Moving his lips to brush gently across the other boys, "Good" he groans, before closing his eyes, bringing their lips roughly together. Swiping his tongue across the bottom of the boy's lips, seeking entrance, this is eagerly given. Duelling tongue's battling one another for dominance. Andy's hands slide into his hair, gripping his sandy strands and giving them a slight pull. Causing a deep groan to escape the back of his throat, he pulls the pale teen flush against him, revelling in full body contact. Breathlessly they release each other's lips. Grabbing the hems of Andy's shirt he pulls it above his head before removing his own. Running his hands over Andy's shoulder, palms spread moving down over his pectorals. With his thumb and fore finger pinching Andy erect left nipple, causing the boy to thrust his hips against John, rubbing their clothed erections against one another. Taking a step back, and releasing Andy, hooking his fingers within his own shorts, bringing them down to pool on the floor with his boxers. Looking over his shoulder at Andy as he makes his way to the bedside table, naked with his proud erection jutting out in front of him, removing a tube of lube and a condom from the draw, John simply calls "Well".

Snapping back to himself Andy follows John in stripping and crawls onto the bed, rising to his hands and knees as John stands behind him, placing the lube and condom on the bed. Grasping Andy's cheeks and spreading them apart to reveal his puckered hole. Stroking his right thumb over the darkened orifice and grinning as shudder runs through the form before him. Realising his hold and picking up the lube, coating his fingers with the cold gel, before placing the bottle down and sliding a slick finger over Andy's hole before pushing the digit inside the pale boy.

Twisting his finger slightly as it moves in and out of the body in front of him. As a second finger joins the first Andy starts rocking onto the digits. John curls his fingers to brush up against the boy's prostate, elating a load moan. To ensure less pain when accepting his throbbing dick he adds a third finger into the hot channel.

Unable to wait any longer, he removes his fingers, rips open the condom and rolls it down his leaking cock. Adding lube to his protected manhood, he comes to kneel on the bed between Andy's spread legs, positioning himself for his entrance. Holding his cock as he pushes forward, breaching the other teen. Both teens moan as he slides further within the hot channel until his balls hits the skin of Andy's cheeks. Stalling his movement's a minute to revel in the heat and the tight pressure surrounding his cock.

John starts to move. Slowly pulling out, to the tip, and pushing back inside to the hilt. Andy starts to push back. Taking the hint, John moves his hands to Andy's hips, as he starts to increase the pace. Pulling the other boys hips to meet his every thrust.

"Harder" Andy calls a he looks over his shoulder.

Pulling out slowly, he thrusts hard inside, gaining a cry of approval. Faster now, thrusting inside and pulling back, angling himself just right to hit the other boys prostate elating a desperately loud yelp from the pale boy's lips. He can feel his body start to burn inside. Pushing in and out of the hot channel and the heat increases. Spreading from his core across his chest and down his arms to the hands which are still clenching Andy's hips as his pulls them back to meet his movements.

Andy jerks his hips forward trying to escape his hold, yet unable to as his hands tighten their grip, forcible dragging them back to engulf his beating cock. The burning in his stomach had never been as hot before, as his thrusts increase in speed and become almost violent, as he approaches his climax. He can feel the heat traveling from his hands into the skin below them spreading throughout the other boy.

Sobbing exudes of "Oh GOD…..Please…..Please….." fill the room from the dark haired teen.

Removing a hand from the boy's hip to reach around, rapping his fingers around Andy's dripping erection, jerking him off in time with his deep thrusts. A few strokes are all it takes before Andy screams out in release, shooting his load over John's hands and the sheets below.

Feeling Andy's muscles tighten around his throbbing cock is too much, slamming in deep, once, twice, then burying himself within the boy grunting as his climax overtakes him.

Gasping for breath as the burning retreats within, returning to slumber. After a moment, both still breathless, he pulls out, as Andy falls to his stomach, landing next to the other boy on his back. Eyes closed content in the post orgasmic state.

"Wow" Andy gasps, with a large satisfied smile. Turning to face him opening his eyes, "that was…hot" he breathes leaning in to kiss John.

Pulling away after a second, looking the other boys sweat socked body up and down replying with a smirk "Yeah it was". Standing up and removing the condom from his now flaccid penis, rapping it in tissue from the side of his bed and throwing it into the bin. Making his way over to the pile of discarded cloths to redress, calling out "You should leave, my mum will be back soon" pulling up his green boxers.

Andy askes "I thought ya said ya mum won't be back til late?" with slight disappointment in his voice as he moves of the bed to redress.

"Yeah" replying, pulling on his dark blue t-shirt now standing fully dressed looking at his half-dressed shag.

"Oh, Do ya wana hang out for a bit, we could actually do sum revision" Andy questions with a hopeful expression on his face as he finishes dressing.

"Na man, it's cool" shaking his head, why can't he just be happy with a shag and leave?

Picking up his bag, with a slight frown marring his pale skin, pulling open the door and leaving with a rough "whatever" called out from down the hall.

Shaking his head and laughing quietly he moves to take up his bag. Might as well get some work done, as he sits down in the wooden chair next to the small black plastic desk cramped in the corner of the room. Dumping his school book's out of his bag and onto the desk. Running a hand through his sweat damped hair. I really should take a shower. Standing up and moving to open the small window, just opposite the door. Sliding the glass open to allow the strong smell of sex to leave the room.

Grabbing a towel from the white wooden wardrobe next to his desk, and a fresh pair of boxers, he makes his way to the bathroom just opposite his room. Yet stops dead in his tracks once out of his bedroom door on hearing his mum call in a firm calm voice "St John Allerdyce, I think we need to talk."

Standing frozen for a second with a montage of Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit running through his head. What is she doing home? With his heart pounding against his ribs, he finally makes his way towards the sound of his mother's voice in the kitchen. She's going to kill me.

Stopping at the door way raising his eyes from the floor to look at his mum sitting on one of the four high backed wooden chairs at the round wooden kitchen table with a cup of her favourite mint tea griped with both hands as she locks eyes with her son.

As their eyes meet, a feeling of a led weight settles in the pit of his stomach. Oh god this is it, this is where she never wants anything to do with me again. She's going to kick me out. She's going to hate me. No more the two off just, just me, alone. He can feel the colour draining from his face. The only time she ever used his whole name was when he had done something wrong.

Brushing back her light chestnut coloured hair, asking him in the same firm voice "Who was your friend" placing strong emphasis on the last word.

Returning his gaze to the cheap laminated kitchen floor, feeling sure that she could feel how scared he is. He swallows the lump in his throat and in a cracking voice, mummers "Andy".

"Andy" she repeats the name as a question.

Shifting from foot to foot, keeping his head bowed replying in a voice that trembled with a small tinge fear "Yh….he come back with me from school to revise…exam stuff…you know".

He could feel the pricks at the back of his eyes. Closing them to stop from letting any tears fall. He never cries. Crying never solves anything. Yet he knew that she knew he was lying. He could never lie to her. She was the one person how knew him. Everyone else just saw what they wanted, someone who didn't care about anyone else apart from himself. But that wasn't true. He cares about her. And she was the only one who cares about him.

"Exam stuff" she repeats again with the same questioning tone.

He could feel the weight of the led in his stomach cave in. Twisting his insides together in such a way that he thought they would never return to their rightful places. He could feel his body start to shake, tremors running down his arms and legs, wondering if his legs will be able to hold him up much longer. He couldn't answer her. His throat was to dry. Every time he tries to open his mouth nothing would come out. He couldn't even nod his head for movement, apart from the involuntary tremors, was impossible.

"John" his mother calls in a soft voice and in that moment everything stops. There's pure silence. His body stops trembling. His eyes stop stinging. His stomach unwinds. After a drawn out moment, he lifts his head slowly to finally look her in the eyes.