Title: Into better days

Rating: rated M

Disclaimer: The real people I'm referring to belong to themselves of course. Their characters and gimmicks belong to the WWE.

Pairing(s): Mason/Evan

Summary: High school can be hell. But what happens if some of the 'outsiders' decide to stand together, facing all the injustice each of them had to suffer in their past? A loose alliance soon transformed into friendship... and more...

Warnings: sexual content

A/N: I know, it took me a while to upload the next chapter, even though I wrote it some time ago. But here it is. And, once again, thank you so much for the coments!

X. - Are we already in Heaven?

Cold hands were brushing over his skin as Mason helped him out of his cardigan and shirt. Evan shivered. Mason's outfit conveyed warmer temperatures but it was actually pretty cold in his room. The tall boy noticed the goosebumps on Evan's arms. He bent over his desk to close his window. Gently he pushed Evan into his cosy blankets. Instantly, Evan snuggled into the warmth of Mason's bed, waiting for his boyfriend to join him.

"You sure you wanna do this?", he asked while taking of his shirt. His hands on his belt buckle he paused and watched Evan carefully.

'Kinda sure...', the young boy thought, but he knew that if he would express any doubt Mason would not agree on doing anything today. Therefore, he kept his doubts to himself, and instead replied: "Of course I'm sure!"

Mason crawled into his bed, kneeling opposite his friend. "You're a lousy liar", he remarked.

"I am sure!", the boy exclaimed, raising his voice. "I'm just... nervous, that's all. Please..." He reached out, and grabbed Mason's hand. "Don't let me down now."

After what felt like eternity Mason opened his mouth. "Okay. But as soon as you make a funny face this is over. I don't want to hurt you, understand? You can back out at any time, I won't be mad. You don't have to do that just because you think 'it's time' or because you think that I want it. I want you to be sure about it, otherwise we both won't enjoy it!"

Overwhelmed by his feelings he flung his arms around Mason's neck, burying his hands in his long, black hair. He rubbed his cheek against the taller one's. "I promise", he whispered. "But don't you want it, too?"

He felt the motion of Mason's face against his cheek, knowing that his friend was smiling, and couldn't help but smile, too. "Of course I want it", Mason replied. "I want you." Gently, he pushed Evan back into the pillows, and started to kiss his way down the slender boy's neck. His hands were caressing Evan's sides, brushing over his formerly injured ribs down to his hips. Looking up, the tall boy saw that his companion had closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of his smooth hands. It hurt his heart seeing that the attack hadn't left Evan's face unscathed. A faint, white scar was visible on the young man's forehead, right above his left brow.

Mason's feelings overpowered him. Evan's slender body, his nevertheless quite muscular arms, his prominent collarbones, his relaxed and expectant mien, his short, spiked hair... He wanted to protect him. He wanted to be with him, make him happy. He felt for Evan as he felt for his sisters, his family, and yet there was so much more. At that precise moment he wanted to be close to Evan, he wanted to have him.

'It will cost me all my strength to stop if he'll ask me to', he thought while he trailed his hands down Evan's stomach. His heart was beating faster as he opened Evan's pants and pulled them down. Secretly, he hoped that Evan won't back out, that he would let him do what he longed for. He removed Evan's pants and underwear, and laid down next to him.

Drawing the younger boy into a kiss he stroked his chest and stomach, trailed his hands down to Evan's pelvic bone, and teased him by caressing his thighs without touching his still erect member. Evan moaned into the kiss. Encouraged, Mason pressed the smaller body against his, finally giving the boy the relieve his body begged for.

Slowly, Mason began to stroke his cock, delighted at the unequivocal reactions his motions caused. His eyes still closed Evan clung to his friend's stronger body, digging his fingernails into the soft and warm flesh. Unintentionally, he began to move his lower body, thrusting into the promising hand. With his free hand Mason seized his neck, caressing him while he accelerated the movement of his other hand.

Evan's movements became faster, more violent, and Mason knew that he was about to come. He freed his hand, letting go of Evan's pulsating member. A frustrated and confused moan from the small swimmer made him smile. "Not now", he whispered, bending over Evan to reach his nightstand. He opened the drawer and revealed a blue plastic tube.

Evan shrieked as Mason held the cold container against his bare back. "What is that?", the young boy asked puzzled, backing away from the cold and towards the warmth of Mason's body. "It'll help you", the older one hinted, showing Evan the tube of lube. He had bought it and a package of condoms a few months ago, hiding them in the depth of his nightstand, waiting for the time he might need them.

Gently, he pushed Evan away from himself, pressing him head first into the cushions. He climbed over him, kissing the other one's neck, and massaging his lower back. Evan wrapped his arms around a pillow and turned his head to the side. Mason noticed a suppressed yelp as he touched the soft skin with his fingers covered with the gelatinous and cold liquid. 'I should warm it next time', he thought and immediately scolded himself of letting his thoughts wander off. But the constant tension in his pants reminded him of what he should be doing.

"Relax", he whispered close to Evan's ear, caressing the boy's shoulders with one hand while applying the lube onto his body. His skin prickled while he was touching his boyfriend. A mixture of desire and wonder dominated his feelings. He wanted to take this slender body but at the same time the trust Evan put in him amazed him. And it made him even more horny.

Carefully he shoved a finger inside Evan, keeping an eye and an ear on his small friend. The younger one's body stiffened but soon he relaxed again. "It feels strange", he whispered, bending his neck to look at Mason. They locked eyes, and Mason began to move his finger a bit.

Encouraged by the expectant look on Evan's flushed face, the lustful moans that escaped his opened mouth, he inserted a second finger and started to move them slowly. Evan buried his face in the pillows. He breathed heavily and tried to mute his moans by pressing his head against the soft surface. His reactions encouraged Mason. While he caught himself staring at Evan's heaving shoulders he accelerated his movements, biting his lip.

Suddenly, Evan reared up and tilted his head back. His eyes were closed, his mouth partly open. Small drops of sweat were glistering on his forehead. Slowly, he turned his head, and looked at Mason with his eyes still half closed. "I can't stand it anymore. Please... don't let me wait any longer."

Mason swallowed. His erected member was painfully pressing against his pants, and his need to take that fragile and flawless body was stronger than ever before. He placed himself behind Evan, feeling the younger one's eyes on him. Softly, he pressed Evan's upper body against the cushion. Somehow he thought that he couldn't go on when the younger boy was looking at him.

His hands were shaking as he pulled down his pants, stroking his cock for a few seconds while trying to focus. His thoughts, needs and concerns were rushing through his brains, and he unsuccessfully tried to organize them. He had the presence of mind to get the package of condoms from his nightstand before going any further. Quickly, he removed the packaging, ripped one open and slipped it over his hard member.

Evan's heaving and hot body laid in front of him. He applied some more lube, and reinserted a finger, eliciting some more moans from the younger one. Covering his cock with the rest of the slippery liquid on his hands he prepared for the final step. At another time Mason would've thought about the consequences, about how he would change Evan's life by taking his virginity, about the hatred, ignorance, and prejudice of society... But right now he just stopped thinking, and instead did what he wanted to. He placed his cock at Evan's opening, and, slightly more violent as intended, he penetrated the smaller body.

Evan screamed out. He clawed his hands into the blankets, trying to ease the stinging pain in his lower back. Tears began to fill his eyes, and he started to regret his actions, his desires. Pressing his face against the fabric he fought against the tears, against his concerns, and against the anguish.

Mason noticed his tension. Trying not to move too harshly he bent over Evan, and placed a kiss on his exposed neck. He let go of Evan's hips, caressing the sides of the shivering and strained boy. Before he could say or do anything, Evan turned his head to face him. The young man wiped away a tear, and a stern and determined expression appeared in his blue eyes.

"Don't stop", he whispered.

"But I hurt you", Mason replied. "I went too far!"

Evan shook his head. "Of course it hurts! After all, it's my first time. But I don't want you to stop. I want to do it, I want to feel you. It'll get better, I just... have to get used to it."

He managed to smile at Mason. The tall boy placed a hand on Evan's cheek, wiping away a new tear with his thumb, and kissed him softly.

"Just be... gentle... and I'll be fine", Evan whispered. Mason nodded, even though he still was a bit concerned. They kissed again, and soon their kiss became more passionate.

After some moments, Mason began to move his hips, slowly and carefully thrusting into the smaller body. It took a bit of time but eventually Evan began to relax again. Mason didn't dare to insert the full length of his member, even though it cost him a great deal of effort to resist the tight and promising feeling. After all, it was a whole new experience for him, too. He broke the kiss, sat upright and seized Evan's hips, synchronizing their movements.

Mason avoided to look down. The feeling of the tight opening he was thrusting into was almost too much for him, and he had to take deep breaths in order to keep himself from coming at the very moment. The look of his cock penetrating his boyfriend's butt would've been too much to deal with right now.

Evan returned to a kneeling position, and as the pain slowly faded in favour of another, totally new feeling, he couldn't help but move towards the pleasing flesh. It still hurt, somehow, but it felt as if it didn't matter anymore. A warm feeling spread inside his body, starting from some point behind his navel, and reaching every single muscle. His fingertips started to tingle, and black spots started dancing in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Mason reached forward, wrapping his arms around Evan's shoulders, and pulled him closer, bringing him in an upright position. "I can't hold it any longer", he hissed into Evan's ear. With one hand he started to stroke Evan's cock, while his own thrusting movements accelerated. "And I want you to come with me!"

Evan's eyes widened. His boyfriend's words aroused him even more. He leaned backwards against the muscular and sweaty body, and closed his eyes. His hands clawed into Mason's strong arm that was still wrapped around his shoulders.

Still stroking the other one's cock Mason came. He closed his eyes, burying his face at the smaller ones neck and breathing heavily while waves of pleasure and satisfaction rushed through his body. Only moments later he felt a stinging pain in his arm, felt Evan's teeth digging into his flesh. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming due to the sudden and unexpected pain. Carefully he lifted up Evan, pulling out his cock, and laid down, his arm still wrapped around the slender body of his little friend.

Exhausted, Evan let go of Mason's arm. He just laid there in the stronger one's arms, panting heavily. Mason began to run his fingers through Evan's short, black hair, and placed some soft kisses on the younger one's neck. Still trying to catch his breath, Evan turned around, hiding his face at Mason's broad chest.

"I'm sorry", he mumbled and his ears turned beet red. "I didn't want to bite you but... I couldn't prevent it..."

"I don't care", Mason said, accepting the younger one's apology, still ignoring the pain and what felt like a thin trickle of blood running down his arm. He placed a hand underneath Evan's chin and forced him to look at him."How are you?", he asked.

"I...", Evan began to stutter, averting his gaze. "At first it... it hurt but... This is so embarrassing!", he sighed, freeing himself from Mason's grip, and once again leaning his head against the other one's chest. "It felt so strange", he continued, encouraged because he didn't had to look at Mason's face while talking to him. "It hurt and felt good at the same time... and then the pain faded and... My god, it was so different from the times before. Coming with your cock inside me..." He fell silent again, too embarrassed to go on.

Mason couldn't help but smile. Despite the throbbing pain in his arm he hugged Evan tight, inhaling his sweet scent. "I enjoyed it, too", he whispered, and soon both men were too exhausted to stay awake.

Marysa kept her promise. She had spent the day with her sister, and they came home some what after sunset. The boys were already up, gathering up the clothes they had left behind in the living room. Mason just switched off the TV when he heard the tinkling of keys at the front door. He gave Evan a meaningful look. The small boy smiled back and together they went towards the door. The brunette girl opened it the same time Evan put on his jacket.

"Oh, you're still here", she said surprised. She was carrying a very tired and limp Maria on her arms. Mason hurried to take his smallest sister out of her arms and Marysa closed the door.

"I'm almost gone", Evan smiled at her and bent down to tie his shoes. The siblings left him in the hallway. In the kitchen Marysa opened some shelves, gathering together supplies for making dinner.

"Did you have a nice day?", Mason asked, cradling the sleepy four-year-old in his strong arms. "Yeah, it was fun", Marysa replied. Then, she turned around to face him. "And you?", she asked with an impish smile.

"Yeah, me... too", the older one answered. 'She knows', he thought but seeing that his sister just turned around again, going on with her preparations, he shook his head, relieved. He entered the living room, and laid his sister down on the couch. He stopped in mid-motion, remembering what Evan and he did right there a few hours ago. Shaking his head he dissipated the thought of Evan's lips embracing his dick, and decided to lay her down on the big armchair instead, tucking her in carefully with an old but fluffy blanket.

Back in the kitchen Marysa was talking to Evan, who was fully dressed and ready to go. "I'll accompany you a short way", Mason decided.

"Take a jacket!", was the immediate reaction of his sister, and Evan laughed at the sight of her strict face. "It's still cold, even though you're in summer-mode already!"

Defeated Mason took a light jacket from the hat stand in the hallway and wrapped it around his shoulders. "Yes, ma'am", he mumbled and shove Evan out of the door and down the stone steps.

"She tries to act like a mother."

"The sad thing is: she's way better than the original..."

Evan laughed, but he couldn't ignore the bitterness that was hidden behind Mason's humorous words. Emphatic he took Mason's hand, and they walked down the empty and dark streets in silence.

At the well-known crossroad they stopped. "It was... a nice day", Evan started and turned towards his friend. He smiled. "Even though we slept through most of it... I'm glad we were able to have a day for ourselves. From next week on I'll have to go to training trice a week, and on Saturdays, because of the upcoming competition. My coach's a real pain in the ass already, and he gets even more strict when there are pending competitions against other schools."

"Well, at least I'll see you in school", Mason sighed and bent down to kiss his boyfriend good-bye.

Evan beamed at him and bit his lip. "I really... enjoyed today", he said. "Me too", the older boy replied. He was about to say good-bye and turn around when Evan hold him back.

"Mason I...", the smaller boy started, and looked at him a bit timid and insecure. "I think I love you."

Mason was stunned. Unable to speak, let alone respond to what he just heard, he just stood there, staring down at his friend in silence. After some moments the situation became more and more awkward. Eventually, Evan decided to break the silence and end the unpleasant situation. "Well... see you tomorrow", he said hastily, turned around and ran down the streets.

After he disappeared around a corner, Mason managed to move again. He set off for home, his mind completely blank. Back home he climbed the stairs, ignoring the shouts and questions of his sister, went into his room, and fell down on his bed after closing the door behind him. The blanket, the pillows, everything still smelled like Evan, and he hugged a pillow, inhaling the sweet scent.

Then, suddenly, he sat up, his arms still wrapped around the pillow. 'The fuck did I just do?', he asked himself in disbelief and alarm. He jumped up, ran out of his room, down the stairs, and straight into the kitchen. "Where's the phone?", he asked his sister, who looked at him quite puzzled. "What's wrong?", she asked while pointing at the cordless phone that was laying on the counter.

Mason grabbed it, but hesitated to dial. He looked at Marysa, helplessly. "Evan just told me he loves me, and I just stood there and said nothing", he explained, walking up and down like a caged tiger. He fixated the phone as if the piece of cables and plastic could provide an answer for his unspoken questions.

"Well, do you love him?", Marysa asked him. Still staring at the phone he nodded.

"What are you waiting for then? Call him!"

'She's right!' Without looking back Mason ran back upstairs and into the private safety of his room. Way too nervous to sit down he leaned against the door, dialling Evan's cellphone number with shaking hands. The beeping noises seemed to last an eternity until his boyfriend's familiar voice finally answered.

"E... Evan? It's me", Mason stuttered. He laid a hand on his heart in an attempt to calm down, but it didn't work. "I... I'm sorry, I..." He took a deep breath. He just wasn't able to explain himself. He didn't know what happened at the crossroad, and how should he be able to explain his behaviour if he didn't understand it himself? The silence at the other end made him nervous.

Eventually, Mason got over his own confusion. 'Just tell him what you feel. NOW!', he told himself.

"I love you, too", he mumbled into the phone. As soon as he said it out loud the tension vanished. Shakily he went over to his bed and sat down. "I love you", he whispered. He smiled and laid down, listening to Evan's relieved voice.

A/N: Finally they did it! :D