A/N
Here's chapter three. I feel kind of uncomfortable with it, but maybe it's because it's getting a bit on the naughty side...
WARNING! This is a yaoi/BL story. If you don't like it DO NOT READ. Also if you're under 18 please be a good girl/boy and leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zeke's pad or any of its characters.
CH: 3 The opposite effect
Sometimes life plays tricks on you. Whether it be innocent little pokes in your pride or harsh definitions of cruelty depends on your luck. And maybe a bit on what kind of a person you are since there's always the following reaction.
Everyone knows what kind of a person I, Zeke Palmer am, right? Well imagine my reaction when I wake up in the morning with a guy sleeping right next to me, in my own bed.
Enough trying to make my point and back to freaking the fuck out.
"WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE SPARE MATTRESS!?" I yell at a groggy, half-asleep Jay sitting in my bed (in only his sleeping bottoms).
Apparently I fell asleep last night with the game console in my face, and as far as I can remember, Jay was still being bothered by Rachel at that time. At some point he must've snuck in my bed when I was out of it...
It's so like him to pull a stunt like this when I'm in a sensitive state of mind.
"What the hell is your problem, Zeke? We're both guys and I'm not gonna rape you." He states a bit grumpily with a big yawn following. "Now stop being a bitch and come back to bed. It's only..." He quickly looks at his phone (which he sleeps with for whatever reason), "...six thirty and I'm cold." He then lays back down with his back turned to me.
How can he be so... insensitive? He totally just sounded like my husband or something! I pout sourly as I feel my face light up in annoy and embarassment. And that self-centered little bastard snagged my blanket too! It's my bed, not his.
If I just calmly told him to leave like the dignified person I am, he would leave.
...
Buuuuut my brain is what it is, probably still sleeping because I start acting without really thinking about consequences.
"GET OUT OF MY BED!" I yell and jump at him. He just utters a very surprised 'what the hell' as I expertly succeed in pushing him off the bed. He lands on his back with an 'oof' his feet still partly on the bed. I can't see his face from up here, but I can almost hear him sizzle with anger.
I feel my devious side taking over as I let out a cocky cheer of victory.
I may have forgotten to mention that Jay is by no means a morning person. He gets very pissed if someone or something wakes him up in the morning, which is why his alarmclock is replaced quite frequently. And because of this I often like to entertain myself by teasing him when he's in this state.
"And once again," I say with a dramatic voice while standing up on my knees, "The Bed Intruder is put in its place by the righteous Zeke, Captain of Justice and defender of people who are robbed from their rights of being their own boss of their own bed." I finish with my hand over my chest, fixating my gaze somewhere distant.
I must say, I really felt like a boss for a second there...
However, my joy doesn't last long as Jay lunges at me tackling me to the bed, his expression uttering something even beyond rage.
"Well," Jay says while wearing the most killing expression that someone possibly could make, "I guess you just proved me wrong with two things I thought I knew about you." he grits out.
Jay probably wants me to reply with something like 'And what may those two things be?' at the same time as he tries to intimidate me by staring me down, but knowing that all he sees is a blurry mess of my face (seeing as he's not wearing his glasses) has me cracking up slightly instead. I'm curious though about those two things he was talking about...
I don't have to ask him about them as he continues, "One is that you and Rachel share some mutual traits after all, though I won't spell out to you what they are." He says with a sarcastic smile. "The other thing is that you still don't know your place in our relationship." He finishes, his gaze never leaving mine. I almost ask 'what relationship?' but I wouldn't want to make things complicated since I really know what kind of 'relationship' he means.
But I still feel like teasing him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I say with a plain tone, sounding as uninterested as possible.
Not listening, or simply not being interested tends to piss him off quite royally, and just as I predicted, he starts our usual grapple which consists of us trying to get each other pinned down on our stomachs. The winner gets to crush the living daylights out of the loser by sitting on his back until he gives up.
Sadly, I'm noticeably inferior to Jay in strength which is confirmed again this time when he finally manages to pin me down on my back after a few minutes of tangling. We're both huffing and panting from the exertion with some bruises here and there.
A menacing smile had crept on Jays face as he looked down at me, obliging me to submit. For some reason it almost makes me flinch. Almost.
Maybe pissing him off wasn't such a good idea...
Hell, Jay in the mornings is generally never a good idea.
"I don't get you Zeke..." he grits out. "WHY would the mouse jump into the lions cage when it knows it doesn't stand a chance?"
And there we have, ladies and gentlemen, one of his mostly lame analogies which he uses only when he's trying to prove some kind of point.
I have to admit that it's kind of cute... Lame, but cute.
"Besides, if you want to piss me off that bad, you should at least put up a decent fight, wimp." He adds.
I feel my brow twitch as he utters the last word with a bit more edgy tone. Okay, fuck consequenses and fuck him. I suddenly feel like taking this dare that I already started til' the very end.
I return him a vicious smirk as I try to come up with something to retort with.
"Oh yeah? You know why it's such a pleasure to tease you? Because you go all pms-mode especially in the mornings and it's fun watching you rage about small bitchy things!" I blurt out the smirk never leaving my face as I sneakly flip us over so that I'm on top. I manage to hold down his arms with my own so that I can safely sit on his stomach. I give him a grin saying 'hows that', but Jay just looks at me like I'm crazy. Then he sighs.
"Okay Zeke. I give you two options, either you get your fat ass off me now and I spare you, or you don't and you're fucked."
I snort at his threat at which he in turn rises a sceptic brow. I decide to test my borders further.
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Not my point but YES."
"Well what happens if I choose option two?"
"I told you. You're fucked."
"...Figuratively or literally?"
"Let's just say you don't wanna find out... Look, I'm tired and not in the mood to play around. Get off me now."
Indeed I was getting a little nervous of this whole situation. Jay would never literally 'fuck' me so I had nothing to be afraid of...
And his bossy attitude was kind of irritating, so maybe I'll just try the ice with a stick a bit further...
"No." I say the cocky smile plastered on my face.
Something in Jays face twitches and the next thing I know I'm being forced down again, only this time more vigorously. Jay managed to flip us over using only his damn feet and now he is...
Oh God.
I gasp as I feel our crotches rub together.
I stop breathing for a moment, afraid to let out any more embarassing noises. Jay however doesn't seem to care because he just presses on, straddling me further into the bed.
My brain decides to remember the reason of its existence and gives me some flashbacks and I suddenly recall everything about my curious feelings towards Jay and the things Rachel told me yesterday... And finally the wet dream.
I squeal at the memory and try pushing him off, but he just settles himself right on top of me where he then lies like a freaking rug.
Oh sweet Jesus fucking God I was such an imbecile to start something like this when I clearly knew that my mental state was still instable!
"I told you, Zeke."
He whispers in my ear. Why the HELL is he whispering!?
"I'm just gonna lie here and sleep until it's time to get up." He buries his head in my shoulder and his hot breath against my neck makes me shiver. I feel my head spinning and I know that if I don't do something soon I'll lose control!
"You're warm." He purrs and nuzzles himself closer to my face. "Much better than the blanket..."
I don't know whether it's Jays sexy voice next to my ear or the probably unintentional friction he's causing with pressing himself to me that's making me react the way I do. Either way, I can feel blood rushing south and my face rapidly heating up.
"Jay! You gotta get off me now!" I squeal in panic.
"You brought this on yourself." He humms into my neck which only sends more pleasure sparks rushing down my spine and straight to my crotch.
Is he really intending to SLEEP in this position!? I don't think I'm gonna survive this if he's serious!
I desperately try wriggling my way out from under him, but I end up having to bite back a moan as I only manage to create more delicious friction.
This time Jay seems to feel it too because he flinches a bit.
"Hey, substitute mattress, don't move when your master sleeps."
"Get off me!" I yell. Soon I will be sporting a full erection for Jay to marvel about if I don't change the situation quick!
Jays scent is really nice though...
NO! Stop it brain shut up!
I act on instinct and start tickling Jay like I've never tickled before. And voilĂ , he almost jumps through the ceiling.
Leaving a cursing Jay behind I run into the bathroom to cool myself down.
~+0+~
So I eventually made my way to school. I was a bit early, but compared to the unbearably awkward walk to school with Jay, this was nothing.
Earlier after the whole bed fiasco, I had in fact managed to pitch a tent, which I to my uttermost discomfort had to ignore. I just grabbed my scateboard and practically teleported to school. Jay has been texting me this whole time wondering where the fuck I was and what in the world was wrong with me, but I obviously can't bring myself to face him. Not yet anyways, because what if I suddenly get a boner from just looking at his damn face?! I seriously wouldn't be surprised.
I finally reach the school gates and walk over to the doors. I try one of the doors and sadly it's locked like every other door I try. It's probably too early even for the janitor to arrive, and nobody else's around. I look at my watch and see it's only 7:15.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yell desperately and throw my backpack at the doors in the process, which was not a wise thing to do. For when the backpack landed on the ground, a very ominous, metallic crack could be heard from it. Then I remember that I actually had my pad in there. In my backpack.
Panic washing over me I almost rip my backpack open and scan over the pad. No wisible scratches...
I turn it on and quick-check all the applications. To my relief they all seem to work just fine. I can't try the draw app however, cause then i'd have to waste one draw turn.
Speaking of drawing, I was planning to finally do something about my situation with Jay. My feelings for him had to change.
Like, right now.
I sit down on the steps and with trembling hands start drawing my solution. I try to make it simple and clear. First I draw myself and Jay on opposite sides of the screen. Then I add a heart with a big "X" drawn across it in between us. There. The pad can not possibly misinterpret this in any way. Not like anything could go worse anymore though...
I click on the "ok" button and hope for the best as the pads magical light surrounds me.
~+0+~
Nothing could go worse I said, but boy have I ever been so wrong about anything in my life!
The pad must've suffered some heavy damage there earlier when it hit the ground, judging from the condition it put me in.
Class started twenty minutes ago and I'm currently sitting inside one of the stalls in the school restrooms with my pants in the ancles, desperately trying to relieve myself. And I'm not suffering from something as trivial as say, diarrhea. No, I'm suffering from something even worse...
Let's just call it extreme horniness.
You may laugh.
Although this isn't a laughing matter. I totally can't control my hormones! I lost the count of orgasms along the way, but it doesn't matter how many times I come, I only have to think of Jay for a split second and my body is ready to go.
I figured that the pad might've started working backwards. Because, INSTEAD of eliminating my unwanted feelings for Jay, the pad only intensified them. Like, REALLY intensified them. And because of that I can't leave the bathroom, obviously.
An almost painfully deep sigh escapes my system and I feel like crying. Really, I just wanted to get rid of some overly attracted feelings towards my best friend but nooooooooooo. The pad just HAD to take the challenge and make everything in my life go all harlem shake.
I can just plain shamelessly say that I have never wanted anyone to fuck me as badly as I want now. And I'm pretty sure that everybody knows who I have in my mind right now.
However, my energy is running dangerously low. I feel a bit faint and I have the dizzy feeling you have when you have a fever. I don't think I'll last another release...
But that doesn't change the fact that I'm STILL heavily aroused. And I can't do a thing about it.
I bang my fists in the bathroom wall in sheer desperation.
Damn Jay! Damn his gorgeous ass to hell and damn the fucking retarded pad that NEVER works right!
I can feel tears of frustration running down my heated cheeks.
No, I can't let this overtake me! I slap both my cheeks and try to calm myself down. All I have to do is get Jay out of my head somehow...
There it is again. A thought of Jay.
My body immediately reacts as my head fills with obscene thoughts about Jay. I feel the wave of arousal pulsating through my whole body. I can't hold back the throaty moan that just comes out as I feel the orgasm take over. This time it's so sudden and intense that I don't even get the time to process anything. I come on the spot.
After recovering that last release, I burn an image of my dad and Ike dancing ring dances with a bunch of old men in bikinis. That thought should have me safe for now at least...
I decide to make a run out of the school building while my brain is distracted. Despite the fact that I cleaned myself up before stepping out of the bathroom, I still look like a mess so I'll have to act like a freaking ninja if I wanna keep face.
Sneaking out was a relatively easy task since everyone's in their classrooms, not counting some stray rebels smoking outside the school gates at a bit shadier place.
It took me a little more time to get back home since I had to walk the whole way. To be honest I had tried to stand on my scateboard, but... Well my balance isn't at its best right now as you may understand.
I unlock the door to our house and tip-toe up to my own room.
Nobody should be at home this time around, mom is probably out shopping and dad's at work. Ike and Rachel should be at school too, but I can't afford any risks so I try to be as quiet as possible.
As I lock myself up in my room my cellphone springs up to life and starts to buzz. I look at the screen and immediately regret it, for it's none other than Jay who's calling. I feel the arousal coming back like a boomerang and the boner is back.
This time I really slap myself. Hard.
This is ridiculous! I mean really, I should just kill myself. I ignore the call and crawl under the bedcover for all eternity if I care.
Life must really despise me, for the bed cover reeks of Jay.
