"Thank you for Al's homework." Matthew said to their teacher with his arms full of books and papers. Just why did Alfred have to pretend to get sick on the day when they got the most homework?
Their teacher just smiled. "No problem. Just tell him to get better soon and not to push it off to the last minute as always. I doubt your parents would like it very much if he continued with his C plus average."
He let himself snort in his mind. That's only because it's world history and not American history yet. "I won't forget to tell him that." With that, he rushed out of the classroom and made his way to his locker before his bus would leave.
"Ah, Matthew!" The large Russian stood almost a head taller than the rest of the crowd and for some reason even though the halls were packed with people, there seemed to be a bubble around him, void of humans. Ivan walked up to his friend, patting him on the back hard. "How are you? I did not see you today."
Bending slightly under the heavy weight of his friend's hand, Matthew just chuckled nervously. "H-Hey Ivan. I've just been kind of late getting homework for Al. He's at home pretending to be sick again." Most people were scared of his only true friend -The Canadian included- but he was the only person that didn't seem to completely ignore him for his brother all the time.
"You are angry with him, da?" He asked, standing in front of the locker of a freshman, who was too terrified to ask him to move. "Would you like me to help you with him?"
"Ah, N-No it's ok! I'm not really mad with him per say, its just that's he's not being r-really smart..." He put all his work in his bulging backpack and took it out of the locker; locking it once it was closed.
"Well, if you say so. I must be going, anyway, so good bye, Matthew." He smiled and left, once again being enveloped by his vacant bubble.
Matthew just watched Ivan walk down the hall before hurrying outside to get to his bus. He had a brief heart attack thinking that his bus was already gone before he saw it drive up and open its door. Running to get to it, he managed to squeeze into a seat with a random younger student before getting ready for the uneventful ride home. He just hoped that the house wouldn't be on fire when he got there. Who knew if Alfred tried to cook something from watching Dad attempt to cook.
Was popcorn supposed to smoke? Alfred took the bag out of the microwave, instantly smelling the distinct burnt smell he knew so well from when Dad cooked. Oh whatever, he could have burnt popcorn if he wanted to.
He sat down on the couch, turning on the TV. Matt's story wasn't finished yet. Which meant that he would have to wait for him to write more before he could read the rest of the sex scene! There was more of it than the last time he had read, but they were just about to get to it! How could he just leave it like that, with Mike asking "Are you ready?" after taking out his fingers!
Glad to be home, the Canadian all but clomped wearily over to his room and flopped on the bed for a few seconds before smelling the distinct stench of burnt popcorn. "Al you better not be burning the house down. You know how mad Papa and Dad will be if you are." Sure his mind was nervous, but he really just wanted to relax and start writing his story. He didn't want to leave it in the middle of that, but it was already midnight before he realized just how late it was.
"Burning popcorn won't burn down the house!" He stuffed a charred piece into his mouth without realizing, gagging on the taste. He got up and went to Matthew's room, not as loudly as he normally would. He was supposed to be sick, after all. "Hey, how was school? Too bad I couldn't go." and just to make it more convincing, he gave a fake cough, proud at how real it sounded.
"Good try, but I asked your teachers for your homework. You always seem to know when to miss the days that you have the most." He wanted to add something about him having to carry it from school, but instead he kept silent. "Plus if you were really sick, you would be eating chicken noodle soup not charcoal."
"Already looked, we don't have those noodly things that you put hot water in and leave it for a minute and eat them." He sat down on the bed, not happy at the prospect of having homework. "Hey Matt, since you have the same homework as me..."
"I'm not doing your homework for you. You'll never get past high school if I do that." Matthew got up and sorted through his bag and gave all Al's homework to him. "At least try doing it yourself. Please."
"Come on, Matt, I don't need to get past high school. Rock stars don't need an education." And Matthew didn't really need to go to college if he could write that good. He would be like that one lady that wrote those books about that wizard, but it would be better because it would be sex. And anything with sex is better.
Matthew just grabbed his brother's hand and placed the work in it. "Try telling that to our parents." Well, it didn't matter anyways because if he was to try and do it, he knew that Al would just end up making him do most of it to show him how to do it in the first place. Getting his own work, he then shuffled farther up his bed and picked his laptop off of the side table.
Oh! Was he going to write? Well, he obviously wouldn't write if Al was in the same room as him. "Well, I guess I should be getting to it! But you know, since you are so smart, you can probably finish it all after dinner. You are so lucky to be able to have all this free time to do other stuff." He laughed obnoxiously and walked out of the room. Man, he was so good at getting his way. Matthew wouldn't even have a clue that he wanted him to write!
Just sitting there still, it wasn't until his brother left the room that he just shrugged. Maybe he was really sick. Sick in the head. Oh well, this gave him time to be able to write without having to worry that anyone in the house was going to jump into his room and try and commandeer his laptop. As Alfred said, he could do his homework after dinner.
Starting up Cold Nights2 again, Matthew breathed in deeply before starting in the middle of the first sex scene. It still felt awkward to write it, but as long as he didn't try to put himself in the situation, he was ok with writing it. At least, that's what he was telling himself.
Alfred sat down in his bed, debating what he should do. He was annoyed that Cold Nights wasn't finished, so he couldn't bother his brother. He turned on the TV in his room. Well, if he couldn't read porn, then he should watch porn! That video with the slutty teacher was still in there, right?
Instantly his room was filled with moans. How he wished he had her for a teacher, with her big boobs. Then he might actually pay attention in class! Or at least look to the front of the room. Ha, that student looked like what he pictured Aaron as. Damn, why was he still thinking about that fucking story? Al pulled down his zipper on his pants, lazily taking out his cock. He was soon hard, picturing himself thrusting in and out.
Then he heard the front door open, and the unmistakable sounds of his parents having an argument. It didn't really matter if Papa found him watching porn, but it was usually Dad that came to check on him when he was 'sick'.
"Well I don't care what you call it, it's sick and disgusting!" Arthur yelled back at his 'husband' after stomping away from him. Just what was he thinking, trying to get him to eat snails of all things!?
Whatever. He had to make sure that his 'sick' son wasn't dying. Making his way past his other son's bedroom and seeing him be quiet on his computer, Arthur then got to Alfred's door and threw it open to see him lying under his covers. Almost as if he was trying to pretend to be sick. "Alfred, I know you're awake. Why did you pretend to be sick again? You know that it will just make it more difficult on you when you try and actually graduate."
"Oh come on," cough cough "I'm not faking. If I was faking, I would have gone out with friends, not stayed at home." Another few coughs and a sneeze should convince him. Yup he looked convinced enough. Now if he would leave so he could turn the TV back on...
Narrowing his eyes and bringing his bushy eyebrows together, Arthur just snorted. "I guess I have to give you that. Although if you are sick, then you need some of my special medicine. It should clear everything up."
"Sure, whatever." As long as it wasn't his cooking, Alfred was fine with this 'special medicine'. After all, nothing could taste worse than the nights when Papa wasn't home.
"It'll take a little bit to prepare, but I'm pretty sure I still have enough ingredients to make it." Arthur then started to leave the room, muttering to himself. "A table spoon of lemon juice and a pinch of cayenne pepper with a clove of uncooked garlic... What else was in it?"
With a sigh, Alfred turned on the movie again, the sound on low. As he reached under the covers, he was slightly annoyed that he wasn't as hard anymore, but that was soon fixed as there was a really good picture of the teacher's boobs.
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Mike smiled down gently at Aaron as he took his fingers from his now stretched hole. Slicking up his cock with lube, he bent down so that the tip was just barely pressing against the pucker and kissed him slowly.
Their mouths moved in tandem to each other before Mike pulled back. "Can I put it in?" He asked quietly.
With a nod, Aaron just wrapped his arms around the man over top of him and kissed him passionately again as the head slowly slipped past the ring of muscle. Gasping, he let himself slowly be filled by his lover. Who knew that they would ever be able to be this close to one another?
If they were to tell anyone about their secret love, they would be bound to be made fun of, but neither of them cared at this moment. All they could think about were the gentle rocking of their bodies and the way their sweat-slicked skin felt against itself.
Aaron let out a breathy moan as something inside of him was hit, causing fireworks to go off behind his eyes. Whatever it was, he knew that if it happened more he would fall over the edge.
Sensing his pleasure, Mike continually aimed for the spot that caused his lover to arch into their embrace and claw greedily at his shoulders and back. The pressure of his virgin hole made it even more pleasurable to him then he ever would think was possible.
They could both tell by the increase in moans and quickening breath that they were both close to climax. As much as they wanted to be this close for as long as possible, the pleasure was driving them to orgasm and they couldn't stop it. A few more deep thrusts against Aaron's prostate and he cried out Mike's name as he shot his seed between their two bodies.
As he tightened around Mike's shaft, it caused him to also let out a grunt of pleasure as he released into his lover. It felt amazing to be able to enter him without protection, because they both knew they were free of diseases.
Pulling out slowly, he took the cloth they put beside the bed before hand and wiped them both off as Aaron already seemed to be falling asleep. Kissing his forehead, Mike allowed himself to be also pulled into a slumber.
Blinking a few times from looking at the screen too long, Matthew made sure his document was saved before putting the computer aside. Dinner was bound to be ready soon from the delectable smells coming from the kitchen.
Yay, chapter two! Alright, so I just wanted to say, for those people also reading Fall of a Hero, we will still be working on it, and the way we're writing, probably be posting at the regular rate! So no need to worry.
