Chapter 9
Simon was still cornered whilst Donovan had a hold of Jay, meaning both boys were trapped in one way or another. It didn't matter what Mark was planning, the two knew they had to get out of here and soon before something drastic happened, although, it was proving difficult to be scared or worried. Jay was still reeling off the high that Simon appeared to like him back after all these years and Simon was trying to work out how Jay, of all people could be gay. And he was trying to concentrate rather than repeating the idea that someone actually liked him and it wasn't just anyone – it was Jay, which was leading to wonderings of him liking Jay back.
Donovan made a sudden movement and Simon decided this was definitely something that should be talked through or thought about later, no matter how excited or confused he was. He snapped out of it and saw that Mark had grabbed Jay's collar, not entirely aggressively but definitely not unassertive,
"We're gonna fuck, Cartwright." He maliciously stated, "Me and you, in there..." Donovan mad a gesture towards the bedroom. Had this been a film or TV show that Simon was watching, he'd yell at the screen for Jay to stick up for himself, to fight back but then realised that he was here too, part of the ensemble; he should be helping Jay,
"What?" His friend questioned, hoping that Donovan was just having some twisted joke at his expense. As much as Jay went on about sex, he wasn't exactly ready to lose his virginity. Well, he was, just not with Donovan. Never with Donovan. Had this been Simon, he'd definitely be ready to pop his cherry,
"You heard." Donovan bluntly stated,
"I don't-" Jay began but was intermittently interrupted by the bully, who was seemingly relentless,
"You do and you will otherwise guess who's gonna get fucked up instead." It was a poor choice of words on Donovan's part, when he referred to Simon's potential beating. Luckily, it registered in Jay that was what Donovan meant.
Simon hadn't really seen it coming when Donovan turned around and caught him panicked texting. He'd been busy talking to Jay and Simon was trying to think of an escape route for them, at which point he'd wished he was slightly more intelligent which had set him on the thought path of Will. And he remembered; his phone was in his pocket. He could text for help whilst Donovan was distracted. By the time, he'd been caught, the text had been sent and in a smooth move by Simon, also deleted from the phone to ensure that Donovan couldn't work out who he'd text and with what. Then again, he hadn't seen it coming when Donovan caught him panicked texting. He sort of released Jay, pushing him to the ground in the process and snatched Simon's phone. The pounding in Simon's chest from nerves, hoping that he had correctly deleted the text was unbearable as Donovan flicked through his phone,
"Didn't give you enough credit, Cooper, smarter than you look." He stared at Simon, not returning his phone. The prolonged eye-contact started getting incredibly weird until it was indubitably broke when a swift backhand from Donovan, knocked Simon to the ground. He tried to scramble up, how he wished he'd managed it after a quick succession of kicks to the groin and lower stomach left him practically crying. There was no wonder Jay thought his rib was broken if Donovan had beaten him like this. Jay futilely protested Simon's quick beating, trying to think of anything to stop it because at this rate, Simon could end up seriously injured or worst of all dead. There was only one thing for it,
"I'll have sex with you!" Jay quickly announced and Donovan froze, with the exception of the smile that crept on his face; his manipulative plan had definitely worked out how he wanted it to. Mark swiftly moved away from Simon, who just cringed expecting another blow. He faced Jay instead, still wearing his evil smile. Since he knew that the situation may lead to this, Donovan had brushed up on his, otherwise shoddy, knowledge on homosexual sex. If anything he was too prepared. For the second time tonight, Jay was pulled into one of the most forceful kisses he'd ever experienced. But rather than looking his partner in the eyes with lust and hunger, he was far too busy looking at Simon who was still just laid on the floor, breathing quite heavily judging by the rate his chest was rising and collapsing,
"You d-don't have to do this, J-Jay." Simon weakly protested and both himself and Jay couldn't help but thinking that argument would've sounded much more convincing if Simon hadn't said it through laboured breaths. Donovan was still kissing Jay which was making replying tricky so he hoped that Simon could either read his mind or that his eyes were screaming what he wanted to say, "I fucking love you, Si, I have to do it." Whether Simon was receiving Jay's attempted telepathic messages was entirely unclear. Not that Jay could think clearly right now by any means; Mark had slid a hand down the front of Jay's jeans. Suddenly, any kind of reasoning or clear thinking went out of the window. He definitely hadn't expected it. To be fair, today had been full of things Jay hadn't expected, like Simon being here with him and Mark, and Simon holding his hand, and Simon. Fucking hell, Simon. He had to stop thinking about him as it was only spurring his cock on, reinforcing Donovan. He needed to do the opposite and think of someone unattractive to him.
To add to the growing list of what Jay had not expected today, he had most certainly not expected to be thinking about Will as some form of "cold shower" technique to put his cock off (not that he thought Will was entirely bad looking, but he was irritating most of the time, from Jay's perspective anyway). He didn't expect his mental images of Will to work either, but they were doing. Just.
But on top of everything Jay didn't expect today, this one took the biscuit. He wouldn't have even considered it possible but obviously it was. Simon somehow, maybe on some adrenaline kick, managed to stand himself up albeit in a wobbly manner and throw a punch with strength that Jay didn't know he was capable of into Donovan's side. It had certainly caused Donovan a little bit of pain, as he broke the kiss and removed his hand from Jay's pants and sort of swayed to one side. On the other hand, it was obvious that it had caused the weakened Simon pain too. But the pain didn't mean that he couldn't serve as the perfect distraction, whilst Jay, who hadn't been brutally injured attempted his own punch at Donovan. This time the bully fell. He wasn't unconscious but it had wavered him slightly. If they had any chance of escaping before Donovan got back up again, they would have to move incredibly fast,
"Where's the key?" Jay questioned to Simon, who was leaning against a sideboard for support since he was still severely injured from the beating. Realising that Simon would be no use, Jay, for once in his life, had to be brave; he was suddenly on top of Donovan, reaching for his pockets for the key. He found it along with Simon's phone, which he was about to hand to Simon but Donovan regained strength like this was a video game and his health bar had just been filled. Grabbing Jay's wrists and thus, knocking the key and the phone out of his hands, Donovan managed to flip Jay onto the floor so that they were effectively in opposite positions. However, with a height and definite strength advantage, Mark was doing a much better job of keeping Jay immobile. Regardless of that, Jay was still futilely struggling against him in any attempt to break free and save himself and Si,
"Didn't know you had anything like that in you, Cartwright." He patronised to the boy trapped below him, not that Jay was listening, he was too busy trying to wriggle his way out of the current position. When that failed, he just stared at Simon who was trying to regain strength the same way that Donovan had but that seemed pretty ineffective, "Where were we?" He rhetorically asked as he pinned the other teenager's wrists down with just his left hand whilst his right went back into Jay's trousers,
"Just fuck off, Donovan!" Jay screamed in utter frustration that he couldn't break free and that Simon was having trouble with practically everything. Why couldn't things just go right in his life for once? Someone was always causing him problems and the worst candidate for it was actually Jay himself. There were examples of Jay fucking things up for himself but concentrating was proving difficult now as Donovan suddenly sped up the rate at which he was stroking Jay's dick. The latter boy tried to return his thoughts to thinking of Will again since it worked brilliantly earlier in slowing down his attraction.
Individual features of his friend were slowly forming an image in his mind. Will's ridiculous blazer that he insisted on wearing despite the fact that everyone else at school wore sweatshirts. On top of that, his fucking briefcase when everyone else had backpacks or an equivalent. Fuck, it was getting harder for Jay to control himself. His really unflattering glasses. His was of undermining Jay, who was running out of reasons why he disliked Will. His over the top, supposedly "intelligent" way of speaking...
Everything froze. Someone knocked,
"Simon? You okay? You're text was very esoteric!" See, Jay was absolutely accurate about Will's language, he used stupid terms that no-one understood except him. Wait, Will was at the door!
"Will! Hel-" Jay yelled, hoping that with all his friend's intelligence he'd figure out a way to unlock the door and then hopefully a way to get them out of here. He doubted it would work, but at least that way there'd be three people to take on Donovan and not just two. But he was interrupted when Donovan, without a free hand left, kissed Jay for the third time,
"Jay?" Another voice shouted, whom Simon and Jay instantly recognised to be Neil's. Realising that shouting anything back seemed stupid (because the two couldn't get in anyway and because Donovan would find a way to shut him up), Simon moved as quickly as possible, trying his best to ignore the pain and grabbed the key which had fell out of Jay's hands earlier. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite quick enough and Mark, instinctively released Jay's hands to trip Simon. Falling really hadn't done Simon any favours since he was already wounded and he fell with a groan leaving Will and Neil, on the other side of the door, wondering exactly what was happening. However, since Jay was now partially free, he swiftly wriggled from underneath the taller boy and tried to grab the key himself, without tripping over Simon. Mainly, it had seemed that Simon being here, being captured was entirely a lamentable happening, but right now, it seemed the best thing to happen after Si had text Will; there was no way Donovan could take on all four of them. Or so Jay hoped anyway. He was close to the door. He genuinely was; it was a maximum of 3 feet away from him. But he faltered when Donovan cleared his throat. If ever you could tell someone was smugly confident simply because they cleared their throat, then it was from Donovan. Of course, when he turned around, it was one of those stereotypical situations, the ones you only ever expect to see in movies. The choice between definite freedom and the person you loved; the choice, for Jay, between Simon and the door.
No-one ever gave Donovan credit, when in fact he was actually quite intelligent. The only difference between him and some typical nerd was that he knew how to use his intelligence quite to his advantage. Not that this was the smartest move he'd ever made. On the contrary, it was probably the worst. But he was still quite high from drugs he'd taken earlier, which definitely hadn't mixed well with the alcohol he'd consumed, before calling for Jay. That made this idea simultaneously the best and worst he'd had. He knew there was no way Jay would leave or let the two morons on the other side in, if he thought Simon was in trouble and since Simon was still on the floor in pain, Mark was certainly in an advantageous situation. Whilst Jay headed for the door, most likely thinking Cooper was behind him, Donovan had actually hoisted the injured Simon up and grabbed a knife that he had cleverly (or he thought so anyway) put in his pocket earlier just in case.
So now the situation presented itself; sudden escape (well, temporary escape anyway) or Simon's life. Without second thought, Jay dropped the key. There was absolutely no way that Jay was going to see Simon be in any further pain, let alone get killed,
"You know what Donovan, you fucking win, all right?" Jay snapped, normally he wouldn't lose his temper in front of someone that provided a threat but he couldn't help it; this situation had been and was still frustrating him so much, "Just let Simon go and we can do whatever the fuck you want." He bluntly stated, he was through with playing games, all he wanted now was it to all be over. Of course, it couldn't be over for him, since Donovan still had the goods to blackmail him with, sort of. But it could be over for Simon, if only Jay could convince their tormentor to let him out of the door or at least leave him alone to recover slightly. Donovan smiled an evil smile as he forcefully let go of Simon, who, still being weak, just fell to the ground. However, the knife was not dropped. Instead it was reinserted back into Donovan's pocket. He smiled as Jay begrudgingly walked over to him. He had won this time.
When Jay reached Donovan, he was finding it highly difficult to stop a smile from appearing on his face. Not because he was happy to be in the situation he was in, far from it in fact. And not because he'd saved Simon's life, although he was over the moon about that. The reason behind the smile was simple. Similar to Donovan, Jay quite often didn't get credit for the intelligence he possessed. Granted it wasn't book smarts or street smarts but everyone was intelligent in their own rights and apparently Jay had found his form of intelligence: he was great in a crisis.
Before Jay had reached Donovan, he'd made a swift move. So swift, in fact, that even if Donovan hadn't been on drugs, he wouldn't have noticed it. As he stepped towards him, the key to the door had been in his path. Lightly so that you couldn't really notice, Jay had cunningly kicked it under the door to Will and Neil, whom he prayed were still on the other side. And if they didn't appear, Jay had the idea of shouting them, telling them to come in. Only one thing remained in his way and that was the knife in his enemy's pocket. Once that was removed, everyone was at pretty much the same advantage in that no-one would have any weapons. If he knew Donovan's habits, which he seemed confident on, Jay could remove the knife when he was pulled in for yet another passionate kiss. However, if worse should come to worse and that situation didn't arise, they'd have to go a little further and wait until Donovan had removed his trousers completely, ready to fuck Jay.
The two faced each other. Not dead on exactly since Donovan was significantly taller than Jay but they were staring at each other. This time there was no playing games for Mark; he roughly grabbed the collar of the shorter boy's shirt with one hand and the other was back down his pants and before Jay knew it they were kissing again. Of course, this time, Jay wasn't playing games either; he moved one hand towards Donovan's groin and the other towards the pocket. The quick strokes of the noticeable tent in Mark's pants provided excellent distraction whilst he skilfully retrieved the knife and placed it in his own trouser pocket. Finally, things were starting to turn. All that was left to do was to yell for Neil and Will to let themselves in from the outside. To do that he attempted to break the kiss by pushing Donovan away. It worked for a brief second, but it was a second long enough as Jay turned around to face the door. However, his task to distract Mark had also distracted himself as he'd not heard it when Will and Neil had let themselves in and judging by their expressions had witnessed the entire scene unfold.
It wasn't that the two were homophobic (well, no more so than any other straight man anyway) that they were shocked about what they just observed. It was more that this was the most unlikely situation the two had ever witnessed. Mark Donovan, the hardest kid in the entire school, he was popular and pulled loads of women was gay. Jay Cartwright, their friend, who's conversation only ever involved clunge and tits, who spent most of his time talking about the straight (albeit obviously untrue) sex that he had, who was always the first to use quite homophobic slurs about the rest of the boys. And to top off this impossible situation, Simon was essentially unconscious on the floor with literally no explicable reason for him being there. What the fuck had the two walked into?
A/N So, I've wrote two endings, one where Jay ends up with Donovan and one where Jay ends up with Simon. Your choice, who should he end up with?
