An- Before I start on the next chapter of the story, I want to say that, no matter who you are or what your sexuality is, you're fucking perfect. So, yeah.
"Mm, you don't know how long-"
"Alfred, man? You in here? We got practice." A voice called as the bathroom door squeaked open. Alfred made a face, leaning forward to sink his teeth into my lower lip.
"Not. A. Word." He hissed softly.
"Dude?" The voice came again, but this time I recognized a faint German accent. Alfred finally sighed.
"Damn it, I'm busy Gilbert. With a girl..." He said, glaring at me when I opened my mouth to protest.
"Oh, sorry. I'll tell coach you're sick." 'Gilbert' laughed, and both Alfred and I sighed a little in relief when the door closed. "Completely ruined the mood." The blond jock said with an amused smile.
"Yet your hand is still in my pants." I said, my voice wavering a little when his hand shifted. "The mood may be gone, but that doesn't mean we can't still have a little fun." He said, taking his hand out of my jeans and kneeling in front of me.
"W-wait, just because I'm g-gay doesn't mean that I-"
"This has nothing to do with your sexuality, idiot." Alfred said softly, unbuttoning my pants with practiced ease and pulling them and my boxers to my ankles. I gasped a little when the cool air touched my exposed erection. Alfred grinned.
"Nice, Kirkland." He laughed. "You ever had a blow job before? You'll love it." He said, taking my erection in his hand. I had to clench my jaw to keep from moaning at the warmth.
He leaned forward, nipping my bare thigh teasingly before his tongue slipped along the length of my shaft. This time, I couldn't hold my moan back, and unknowingly reached down to tangle my fingers in Alfred's soft blond hair. He gave a strangely breathless laugh. "I have waited to long to do this." He whispered, this time not pausing before he took my erection in his mouth. I yanked his hair roughly, throwing my head back against the wall and letting out a strangled cry at the warm, wettnes of his mouth.
He began moving, bobbing his head forward and backwards and I shook with pleasure, thinking in the back of my mind that this could not have been his first time doing this.
Out of nowhere, Alfred gave a soft groan that sent waves of fiery pleasure through my body. I cried out, reaching up with the hand that wasn't in his hair to grab the top of the stall for support, knowing that if I didn't, my already shaking knees would give out.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and, much to quickly, my body gave in to Alfred's mouth. I climaxed, and cried out for a third time, violent quakes of pleasure rolling through my stomach.
"A-Alfred." I said, my voice breaking when he swallowed around my shaft. He pulled away, looking up at me with glazed over eyes and saliva dripping down his chin. My arm gave out, and, before I could fall, Alfred lurched to his feet, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
I dropped my head in his shoulder. "Bloody...fucking...hell." I whispered, panting.
"I told you you'd love it." He said, running his fingers through my hair.
He pulled away a little, still supporting me. "I have to go, my parents freak if I'm late for dinner." He smiled, lifting my chin gently and giving me a loving kiss.
"You will tell no one about this. See you later, Kirkland." He laughed, leaning down to help me back into my pants before he left the stall without looking back at me. I could do nothing more than stand against the wall, my eyes wide with shock and my breathing heavy, for what had to be a good ten minutes.
"This...What a fucking screwed up day." I muttered, finally able to stand upright on my own.
I made my way home, slowly since I lived about three miles from the school, with my mind reeling. I have to admit though, I don't remember a damn word Alfred said to me, just his mouth. His beautiful mouth. I shuddered. Of course, stuck inside of my thoughts, I didn't see the stop sign and slammed right into it, face first. The car stopped on the intersection honked it's horn and the driver stuck his head out the window, shouting insults mixed with laughter. I stumbled backwards, rubbing my face.
I shook my head and continued until I got to my house, then slammed the door and sunk to my knees.
"Meow-ow-ow." I heard a my cat mew softly, standing in front of me with the end of her tail twitching.
"Bah, you bloody plonker." I sighed, holding my hand out for her. She stepped forward, rubbing her head on the ends of my fingers and then biting me hard enough to draw blood.
I jerked away. "Ow, you-" I growled. She made a shrugging motion, sauntering over to her food bowl by the kitchen counter and looking at me expectantly. If she had them, I would have swore I'd seen her raise her eyebrows.
I sighed. "No, I'll feed you when it's time." I said. She wrinkled her nose and hissed at me. I stood up, walking to the little table by the leather couch and picking up the remote to the stereo, clicking the power button and grinning when my favorite song, Stylo by Gorillaz began blasting at full volume. I tossed my bag onto the floor, hopped onto the couch and put my feet up on the back to hang upside down. "Love, electricity, shockwave central, power on the motherboard yes," I hummed softly along with the pounding music.
"Push up, overload, legendary heavy glow..." I sang, reminding myself to get pink hair dye from the store later.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and turned the music down but not off. I flipped it open.
"What?" I growled.
"Don't get sassy with me, boy." I heard my father hiss. I flinched, clicking the mute button on the remote.
"Sorry, dad."
"You'd better be. Your mum and I have changed our plans, we'll be in London another two months. Use the credit card, and don't get arrested again." He growled, then hung up. I flipped the phone closed with a sigh. "How very loved I feel." I said, just as my cat lept onto the couch, sitting on my chest because I was still hanging upside down.
"You bite me, you bloody plonker." I said, not able to keep the smile off my face as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers over her soft fur. Of course, she bit me.
I grumbled and shoved her off, rolling onto my feet. "I'll feed you when I get back, so don't tear up my carpet again." I said, kicking my book bag across the living room floor.
An- yes, I know it's a little short, and I'm really sorry! I'm trying, but in between school work and stuff, it's hard. Stay tuned in for the next chapter of Life was boring!