Crimson and Violet Expressions
Zack turned around with full strength and speed and with one hand he knocked Vincent to the ground.
"You ruined it all!" Zack was on top of Vincent, each hand on Vincent's shoulder, pinning the smaller boy there. Vincent struggled free and punched Zack in the face, his own flushed with anger.
"I never meant it to be like this!" He replied as Zack got back up and tackled Vincent to the ground. They rolled around for a few brief seconds until inevitably; Zack was on top of Vincent again, sitting on his upper thighs, making him unable to move. He had one hand pinning Vincent's two hands above his head.
Vincent thrashed around violently but he couldn't break free. "Get off me!"
He looked into Zack's broken eyes and the two boys stopped, panting for a few moments, covered in mud and their breath visible in the cool, rainy, air. Their eyes met and Zack pressed his face to Vincent's. Their lips met roughly and the heat of the other's body could be felt by the both of them.
Vincent turned his face away and broke an arm free. He pushed Zack off of him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He looked into Zack's eyes and said:
"Don't fucking kiss me. I'm not a fag... like you!" Zack gazed over at Vincent and a light sort of flickered and died in his eyes. He got up and turned and walked away slowly.
Vincent sat on the muddy grass, stunned. He never expected this of the man that had bullied him all throughout the year.
"Why…?" Vincent whispered under his breath, the feelings of anger welling up inside him. He spoke again, this time his voice was clear and cold and straight to the point. "Why, Zack, is it that I get bullied all year from a fucking stupid accusation, YOU made, may I add, and as soon as someone calls you a homo, which is what you are, you are allowed to have a fucking breakdown? Huh?"
Zack kept his steady pace and Vincent got up and walked beside him, taunting him in his ear. "Something like this happens as an honest accident and I swallow my own pride and come out and see how you are and you're still playing your little attention games. Aww, yeah, Big Man Zack being told off by 'Little Princess Vinny' I HATE that name! You make me sick!" Zack kept his pace steady and ignored Vincent a little more.
Vincent ran in front of Zack and faced him while walking backwards so a distance was maintained between them. "Oh yeah big man all star in bed being told off by 'Virgin Boy', I wondered why your mouth was so big, must be all that cock you can fit in there!"
Zack kept walking, the rain kept pouring and Zack pushed Vincent aside. Vincent stood behind him, his red eyes gleaming with malice. He stood with the buoyancy of a cheerleader and started yelling into the night, invisible pompoms in his dancing hands. "You're sexy! You're cute! You're popular to boot! Oh, wait a minute… NOT ANYMORE PRETTY BOY!"
Zack turned around and looked at Vincent. The rain started to fall harder and it could be heard on the roofs of the surrounding houses. Vincent seemed to have hit a nerve in Zack, he crossed the line. Vincent started chuckling to himself and the other teenager stormed up and grabbed Vincent violently by his shirt, breaking off some of the buttons. Vincent continued to laugh like a crazy man and looked into Zack's angry face.
"Come on faggot, hit me. Yeah, fuck you. Hit. Me. I don't give a shit anymore!" Their lips were close and Vincent could feel Zack's hot breath on his upper lip. "You know you want it, fag-" Zack wrenched the smaller boy's face into his. His tongue forced Vincent's lips open and their teeth clashed. Vincent pushed Zack away, a single strand of saliva connecting their lips.
"Faggot." The word, barely audible, escaped Vincent's lips and on impulse he grabbed Zack's face and shoved his own towards it. They shared another hot kiss and broke away like two repelling magnets. Vincent felt a little light headed and stumbled until he was sitting on the ground panting. Zack was doing the same.
"I'm sorry Zack." Vincent said, not making eye contact.
"No I deserved that. You're right. At least we can be friends now." Zack smiled weakly and they he helped Vincent up.
- - -
They walked back to the dorm building and had separate showers. They didn't talk much during all of this and when Zack left to go back to his room he saw Vincent sitting on his bed, staring off into the distance with a blank expression on his face. "Vincent?"
Vincent jolted out of his trance and smiled shyly at Zack. "C-Can you to stay with me tonight...?"
Zack smiled and nodded without saying a word. The two teenagers walked down the hallway and stepped into the Turk's room. Zack cast his gaze onto Vincent's single bed and said, "Ahh...How are we gonna do this?"
Vincent replied, "Well...we'll just have to... to sleep in the same bed tonight" He said shyly looking at his feet, he then added "Don't get any ideas though."
Zack watched Vincent as he took off his shirt, leaving only a singlet and his pants. Zack slipped off his own shirt, leaving nothing but his muscular torso and his boxer shorts. Vincent threw the covers back and climbed into bed, he held the blanket up for Zack to join him and he turned off the light.
"Good night..."
- - -
Vincent listened to the sound of Zack's slow breathing and sighed. He never in his wildest dreams thought that Zack and he would end up like this. He drew Zack's arm closer to his chest and tried to relax.
Vincent gave up trying to get to sleep and just lay there. After a few moments a thought occurred to him.
"Zack, are you awake?"
"Yeah, can't sleep." He replied a few seconds later. Vincent was relieved. He rolled over and faced Zack; he could feel the warm breath of the other boy against his nose. Zack couldn't stop the sheepish grin spread across his face. His arm was still over Vincent's shoulder.
"What are you gonna do now that it's all out in the open?" Vincent asked, making conversation.
"I dunno, I guess I can be true to myself now." His hand moved down to Vincent's elbow slowly.
"It is so not like you to say something like that." Vincent said. He put a hand up to Zack's cheeks. The guilt in his red eyes was unbearable for Zack to see. He really did have no hard feelings to Vincent. He shuffled his body weight closer to Vincent and the other boy could feel Zack's breath on his lips.
The two kissed slowly. It wasn't angry like before but a loving sort of bond between the two. Zack's hand went and lifted the hem of Vincent's singlet up. His fingers grazed the pale boy's stomach and Vincent took a sharp breath. He broke the kiss and said. "I dunno… Zack maybe we should…"
"Don't worry about it. Just take it as it comes." Zack's hands moved down and started caressing Vincent's growing bulge. The younger boy shivered slightly at the other boy's touch.
Vincent tried to relax but telling his body to do the same was something different. His breathing had almost returned to normal when Zack ducked under the covers. Vincent's brain shut off temporarily and he seemed to be watching this from outside his body. The feeling of Zack's wet, hot mouth on his hard on brought him back to reality and in an instant the shivering subsided.
"Hey, are you doing ok?" Zack asked, taking a breather. Vincent said nothing, keeping his eyes closed and just nodding. He sighed when Zack returned to it. Vincent had never felt this kind of feeling before; he was disgusted with himself, disgusted with Zack and loved every second of it. He grabbed a handful of Zack's hair and lightly brought his head up to kiss him. He broke away from the kiss and looked into Zack's purple eyes. Zack touched his cheek softly.
"Only if you feel you're ready." Vincent nodded and went down to Zack's boxer shorts, his slender fingers trailing softly over Zack's hardened body. They gained warmth as they smoothly moved down the various defined grooves and down to the waistband of the cotton shorts. Vincent hesitated and after a moment he moved along. He lightly touched the hard dick and slowly grabbed it. Vincent stroked it softly and then ripped off Zack's boxers. He grabbed a fistful of cock and opened his mouth to take it in.
"Don't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." He ran his fingers through Vincent's silky dark hair and gasped as the boy's lips touched the head of his cock. He engulfed it in his mouth and tasted it. He licked the thin layer of precum that had oozed out of the top and swallowed it. Vincent started bobbing his head up and down, rubbing the head on the roof of his mouth. Zack arched his back and a low moan escaped his lips. His breathing quickened and he slowly started thrusting gently into Vincent's face. Vincent looked up and took his mouth off it.
"How am I doing?" He whispered. Zack smiled at him and replied.
"Great. You're a natural." Vincent returned and moved his tongue around the head, his lips moving up and down the thick shaft. A few minutes passed and Zack's breathing was faster and then he put a finger under Vincent's chin and lifted his head up so he could look at his pale face.
"Stop." He leant down and kissed him. Zack drew Vincent up to him and hugged him to his broad chest. Vincent's hand was on the other teen's cock and Zack had his own hand on Vincent's. With his other hand, Zack drew his cock up to Vincent's pale ass. He nestled the head in between the cheeks but Vincent moved away.
"No... I, I can't. I'm sorry." His nervousness returned and his eyes glassed over.
"It's ok. I'm sorry I shouldn't have tried anything..." Zack put the other boy's head into his chest. They came a few minutes later. One a few seconds after the other after the pumping and the stroking hit its peak. Cum spurted over the two of their bodies, they kissed and both fell into a long overdue sleep. Zack, his arms around Vincent and a warm smile on his face, Vincent, a content and finally happy young man.