Titel: 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 in this chapter: sexual content, strong language
A/N: I get the impression that I picked a quite unusual pairing... But I'll keep writing nevertheless 'cause it's fun :)
V. - Waking up with braver hearts
Evan woke up, his head feeling as if someone had played football with it. Blindly he felt for his pills and the glass of water that was usually standing on his night stand. He sat up, taking his medicine and with a sigh he sank back into the pillows. Listening to the steady breathing of his friend over at the sofa, he couldn't help but thinking about what happened the evening before.
Mason let him over to his bed, placing him carefully on the soft cushion. Climbing over him the taller boy started kissing him, softly and careful, while stroking his sides and removing his shirt. It felt so good, so real. Evan closed his eyes, concentrating on the other one's hands and lips exploring his body. Mason's hands were cold and smooth and he enjoyed being that intimate with him.
But suddenly Mason's hands travelled down Evan's sides, crossing the secure line of his waistband. He stopped breathing, feeling this strong hands massaging his thighs. Thoughts that he had buried deep within his mind evoke from the depth of denial and suddenly he felt very uncomfortable.
Thanks to the internet and other media he had heard and seen a lot about the sexual intercourse between two men, but the sudden thought of being involved in something like that frightened him. He liked Mason, a lot, but the fear of being extradited to a man that was several times taller and stronger than him filled him with alarm.
Mason recognized that he tensed. He placed a hand under Evan's chin, forcing the younger man to look into his eyes. The sheer panic that must have been displayed in his widened eyes made him pause his actions. He laid down next to Evan and moved away a bit to give him some space, still holding his chin in his hand, stroking it with his thumb.
"Did I hurt you again?", he asked him with the soft voice Evan adored so much and he shook his head in return.
"I... I'm afraid", he mumbled, trying to look away but Mason held his head in place. "Up to now it had just been hugging and kissing and nothing more. It... it was somehow quite surreal. But this..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "... this is serious!"
"I know", Mason whispered as if he was afraid of frightening the boy even more if he'd speak too loudly.
"This is not a game or something", Evan continued. He talked merely to himself, expressing his doubts and fears which he had held locked inside him since their first kiss on all Hallow's Eve. "It was kinda innocent up to now. Some experiment. But this... it could change everything! Everything!"
His breath was racing and looking into Mason's dark eyes almost caused him physical pain. But the other man remained calm, even though Evan was shouting.
"I know", he repeated. "I know what you're thinking. I've been through this, too. Thinking about what would happen if somebody found out. How my sisters or people in school would react." He paused, taking a deep breath. "But for what it's worth I'm willing to risk it. I know that we have to keep things secret, even from our friends and family, but I can handle that if it means that I can be with you."
Evan blushed unintentionally. He had never expected Mason saying such things, especially not to him. He remembered that he couldn't help but start chuckling until he burst out in nervous laughter. He still didn't know why, but the thought of Mason being afraid of someone bullying him was too comical. The older one gave him a strange look and he stopped immediately.
"I'm sorry, this is not the time to laugh", he apologized, feeling utterly stupid for behaving like that. He was still quite nervous. "Just moments ago I was so sure about this, us. But now... I feel silly, I'm sorry." To show Mason that he really was sorry he moved closer again, minimizing the space between them.
Mason took him back into his arms and he placed his head against the warm chest of his friend. They remained like this for some time and Evan sensed that Mason didn't dare to touch him because of his words. "It's okay", he suddenly said, muttering into Masons shirt. "I trust you." He still didn't quite believe his own words but he hoped that Mason wouldn't hear that his voice was still shaking.
But of course he did. Mason wasn't the brightest one when it came to school and grades. He was a rather down-to-earth man and his intelligence was based on analysing social situations and a good insight into human nature.
"If you want me to stop, just say so and I will", he said and placed a soft kiss on Evan's temple.
Everything he did from then on made Evan feel even more stupid for misjudging his friend. He was stroking his sides and hair, caressing his neck and shoulders and even though his contingencies were cautious and gentle Evan felt the controlled strength that was behind his motions. The doubts and fear vanished slowly and he completely devoted himself to Mason's goodwill.
As soon as Mason recognized that the tension left the smaller boy's body his movements became more courageous. Slowly he moved his hands further down, trailing his fingernails down Evan's back and sending shivers up and down the younger one's spine. He placed one hand on Evan's backside, waiting for the smaller one to react. At first, Evan stiffened again, but soon he started to enjoy the feeling of Mason massaging his bottom.
Mason was holding his breath as he once again climbed over his friend, guiding his hands towards the waistband of Evan's jeans. He opened the button and while he covered Evan's face with soft pecks he pulled down the zipper. Evan stopped him before he was able remove his pants entirely. "Turn off the lights", he whispered into Mason's ear and the taller man was willing to accommodate his request.
Before returning to bed Mason took of his shirt. In the dim light a street lamp cast into Evan's room Mason's skin looked pale, almost white. He couldn't help but stare at his friend in awe. His muscles had looked impressive under the tight shirts Mason used to wear and by hugging him Evan had felt the strong upper body of his friend numerous times, pressed against his own. But seeing him like that made him realize how ripped he really was. And he felt week. Compared to Mason he was still a little kid, slender and fragile.
Mason didn't seem to suspect any of Evan's thoughts. He returned to what he had been doing before, grabbing Evan's pants to pull them down. He knelt over him and Evan blushed, trying to hide his face behind his hands as he felt Mason removing the last piece of clothing that had shielded him from being completely naked.
"Let me see your face", Mason whispered, taking Evan's hands and holding them tight against his bare chest. "No need to be shy." Mason leaned back, still holding Evan's wrists with one of his hands, examining the quivering body of his young friend. "You're beautiful", he whispered and the sincerity in his eyes stopped Evan from laughing at his words. He didn't consider himself being attractive, let alone beautiful, but Mason seemed to be so serious that he couldn't help but believe his words.
He felt all his blood gathering together in his head. He could swear that it must have been glowing in the darkness. All of a sudden he felt the urge to be closer to Mason, closer than ever, and as the older boy slit his free hand down his naked chest, touching the sensitive spots just above Evan's pelvic bone, he pulled himself up the let his lips meet up with Mason's.
He cast off his self doubts and sorrows and, putting all his passion behind the kiss, forced Mason to do so alike. Willingly Evan opened his lips and allowed Mason to slip his tongue in. It was the first time they kissed like that and for Evan it was literally breathtaking. When they broke the kiss he had to catch his breath.
"I can stop at any time", Mason reminded him, but at that time Evan had reached the point of no return. He wanted anything, anything Mason could possibly give and do to him. Thinking back, Evan was very relieved that the taller one had demonstrated common sense and hadn't gone all the way.
He flinched under Mason's touch and when he touched the taller one's leg with his he felt how all the blood escaped his head, rushing down his body, gathering at a totally different part. Mason noticed his arousal and, still kissing him, he focused his attention on Evan's half-erected member.
Again, Evan had to gasp for air. He felt that strong hand embracing his pulsating flesh and a long moan escaped his lungs, filled with desire and longing. Dazzling points of light were dancing in front of his eyes and he had to close his eyes in order to keep himself from loosing his mind. He freed his arms, digging his fingers in his blanket as the strong man leaned in and started stroking his cock. He knew that he couldn't stand it for long. Arching his back he moaned and whimpered, and thrusted his hips towards the hand that was promising him pleasure and relief.
When he felt that tight feeling in his stomach that always meant that he was close to getting off, he wrapped his arms around Mason's neck, pulling himself up and pressing his hot and sweating body against his friend's. He ran his fingers over Mason's shoulders and neck, clawing him as he came even closer to the end. His demanding mouth found Mason's and, driving the tall man into a deep and lustful kiss, he came.
Mason was still kneeling above him, one hand still caressing his member and carrying their combined weight on his other arm and knees. Only when Evan became aware of the metallic and warm taste in his mouth he broke the kiss. Mason lowered him down and as Evan opened his eyes he saw him rubbing his lower lip.
"You're a biter", Mason declared, wiping away a thin trickle of blood.
"I'm sorry", had been everything Evan was able to reply before he sank into an exhausted and deep sleep.
Evan blushed thinking about that. He was still quite startled about what they had done. Not sure if he was able to look into Mason's eyes after all that, he sat up on his elbows to cast a glance at his sleeping friend. The tall man must have gotten up after he had fallen asleep to sleep on the sofa just in case Evan's parents would have wanted to check in on them after their return.
His ribs protested against his movements. He had totally forgotten about his injuries thanks to the ecstasy of their encounter, but his ribs did their best to remind him that he in fact had been badly wounded. Sighing he sank back into the pillows, running his hands over his bare chest and staring at the ceiling.
"Good morning, little one", he heard Mason's sleepy voice from across the room and his bed shook slightly as the tall man approached with slow and clumsy footsteps. He turned his head and saw his lover kneeling beside his bed, his unshaven head resting on his crossed arms, his half closed eyes laying behind a curtain of black hair.
His lover?
The new thought startled him. He felt like a pervert thinking about them like that. But at the sight of Mason yawning, exposing two rows of perfectly white teeth in the process, he couldn't help but smile. How could anything be wrong about this? It felt so wonderful. His headache vanished and with his friend and new found lover at his side he felt that everything would turn out all right.
The following Monday was December 24th, their last day of school before two weeks of not having to worry about homework, assignments and unannounced tests. Of course Evan's misfortune had spread among the students and teaching staff and because it was Christmas the headmaster decided to have a little school meeting before dismissing them. Many rows of chairs had been arrayed in the cafeteria, all facing towards a small stage and every student, no exception, had to participate.
"This is pretty important for the old man, isn't it", Daniel mumbled when headmaster Fliehr climbed the small staircase and took place behind a lectern. He was sitting between Phil and Wade, hoping that the speech the old man had prepared wouldn't be too long.
Contrary to his hopes the aged headmaster went on elaborating about violence among teenagers and young adults, their responsibility of reporting any abuse they witnessed, demonstrating civil courage and, of course, about taking care on their ways home. The speech was exhausting, but somehow the old man managed to get them all quiet for one hour and a half.
"Boooooring!", Phil exclaimed as the small group exited the building, standing on a bed of newly fallen snow. "Indeed", Sheamus agreed. "And he didn't waste any word about who the attackers were and about their motivation."
"They still don't know", Cody enlightened the Irish-born. "Evan's parents pressed charges but the police still didn't find anyone fitting Evan's descriptions."
They all fell silent as a large crowd of people stepped out of the building. Phil growled as he spotted Orton being the leader of the chatty crowd. As soon as the tall football player saw them he started laughing.
"So we had to waste our precious time in there, listening to the lame babbling of a senile old fart, just because someone finally managed to beat the shit out of that little faggot?", he said loud enough that the boys could understand every single word. "I would've done it myself if I hadn't been afraid of getting infected with queerness."
They couldn't believe what they just heard. "Tell that to my face, motherfucker!", Phil shouted, which made the tanned jock laugh even harder.
"Your little friend is a male pussy that deserves every punishment it could get", Orton went on teasing them.
Anger spread among the group. Phil, Daniel and Wade started cursing and calling the other boy names while Sheamus placed a hand on Mason's arm in order to calm down his taller friend. Cody stood behind them, considering to call a teacher to prevent an unfriendly encounter. He sensed that it was too late for that as he saw Orton and some of his equally tall and beefy team mates coming closer.
"Dare saying that again, you fucking asshole, and I'll kick your butt until your nose bleeds!", Phil screamed from the top of his voice, taking of his jacket and throwing it away.
"Watch your mouth, Punk", the jock hissed. "I can tell the truth whenever I feel like it!"
"Come at me and I'll show you some truth!", Wade growled, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. "If you ever dare saying something like that about our friend ever again...", Sheamus said, stepping next to his English friend, "... I'll show you how we used to handle things back in Ireland!" He rubbed his knuckles and straightened his shoulders.
"Oh my god, you're actually threatening me. I'm shivering", Orton said in a mocking voice. He brought his face closer to Phil's who was watching the taller boy with vigilant eyes. "Know what?", the jock hissed. "I bet the whole school would fuck that cunt's slutty ass if it wouldn't be that disgusting!" He spat out the words, looking challenging into Phil's eyes.
"You fucking bastard!", the tattooed man yelled, punching the football player right into the face. As if that had been a signal for them, the other jocks assailed Phil. Hell was braking loose as Wade, Mason and Sheamus joined their friend and started to take their anger out on the athletes. Daniel encouraged them and screamed at the curious crowd that gathered in a safe distance.
"Stop that!", Cody yelled, but the fighting men didn't listen to him. "For fuck's sake, stop that or I'll get a teacher!", he yelled again, pulling at Wade's hood and dragging the choking boy away from the jock he had been hitting while kneeling above him. "Do y'all wanna get suspended?"
His last words proofed to have some impact on the raging crowd and slowly they departed, carefully watching each other, ready to fight whenever someone on the other side made a move.
"You'll regret that!", Orton snarled, wiping away some blood from his chin.
"I don't think so!", Phil snapped, presenting his middle finger. But instead of reacting to that, Orton gave him a hateful glance before walking away with his team mates. "Yeah, run away, you filthy son of a bi..."
"Phil!", Cody snapped. "It's over, stop it!"
It started snowing and the boys just stood there, gazing after Orton and his bunch of idiots.
Randy was standing in front of a mirror in the men's restroom, wiping away the blood that kept flowing from his nose. That inked and bigmouthed asshole and his bunch of freaks would pay for hitting him! He growled and slammed his hands against the cold porcelain of the sink.
"You look awful. That loser hit you pretty hard."
The sudden voice made Randy jump. He turned around. A blonde boy was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest and looking at Randy with arrogant and mocking eyes.
"What do you want, Mizanin?", he asked, turning around to watch himself in the mirror again.
"I just witnessed your little... clash with Brooks and his friends and I have to say: they beat you up pretty badly." He took a step into the tiled room, positioning himself behind the football player so he could look at him through the reflection of the mirror.
"Why don't you punch him next time you see him", the jock suggested angrily and earned a sarcastic laugh from the smaller man.
"I don't get my hands dirty, I have people that do stuff like that for me", he smirked. "But I'm not here to give you advise on how to win a fight with that scum. You know, I hate them just as much as you do, and I can't think of anything worse than graduating with those losers. But I'm not that, if you'll pardon the expression, foolish to assume that I could get rid of them by teasing them and having a fight."
Randy turned around to face the blonde boy. "What do you have in mind?", he asked, getting curious about what that rich mother's boy might have up his sleeve. Mike smiled. Up to now everything went according to his plan.
A/N: The mysterious blonde boy finally revealed his identity! Did you recognize who's the headmaster? ;)
On another note: I'm thinking of adding a little "bonus story" about Sheamus and Wade to one of the chapters. What do you think?
Well, as always, comments and suggestions are ALWAYS appreciated.