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, strong language
A/N: Thanks for your comments, guys! 3
IX. - We were born to fly
The corridors were filled with voices, laughter, and loud footsteps. People were rushing by, chatting and bypassing the time between classes. The weather outside went from snowy and cold to windy and wet as spring approached. Phil, Wade and Sheamus were standing at Wade's locker, waiting for the English-born to lock up his books. Phil was looking up at the skylight, watching the heavy raindrops falling on the translucent surface.
"What's next?", Sheamus asked and yawned.
"Sports", Mason replied who approached them after getting his stuff from his own locker which was located some corridors away. The four boys were in the same year and shared most of their classes.
"If that moron of a teacher forces us to play football again I swear I'll kick him in the crotch!" The muffled voice of Wade came out of the depths of his locker. "Bad enough it's football instead of rugby – am I right?", he looked at Sheamus who nodded in approval, "no, it's just another chance for those jerks to show of!" Angrily he slammed the door of his locker. The lock fell on the floor with a rattling noise, and the black haired boy sighed violently.
"I can't stand those idiots from the football team either...", Mason growled.
"C'mon, it ain't that bad", Phil tried to cheer them up. "At least we can have fun with them a bit as long as we're in the same team." He laughed and the others joined in.
"What are you so happy about?", a mocking voice asked them, and Phil's good mood decreased. Orton was leaning against the opposite wall, staring at them with obvious disgust and disapproval. Phil rolled his eyes. The tanned boy had the talent of ruining every day, no matter if the sun was shining and how happy one has been before.
The smug smile of the jock made Wade even more angry. "You must have been longing for my foot up you're arse, otherwise you would've shut your mouth", he snapped and prepared to throw his sports gear at the still grinning boy.
"I see, you're not in the mood for some cultivated conversation", Orton apologized sarcastically, and stepped closer. He bent down and picked up Wade's lock. "You should be more careful with that, it's school property after all." Saying that he pocketed the lock and got ready to leave.
"The fuck you think you're doing?" It took Wade two steps to get to the jock. He seized his wrist and rudely turned him around. "Give it back, asshole!", he demanded.
Randy's eyes flashed belligerent. At first, it seemed as if the smaller boy would fight back and punch Wade, but the moment passed by without any further acts of violence. Smirking Randy freed himself from Wade's grasp. "Calm your tits", he laughed huskily and pelt the lock at Wade. Still laughing he walked away.
"What's his problem?", Sheamus asked in a dismissive tone. His black haired friend shrugged angrily and closed his locker. "Who knows what's going on in a mind of that shithead..."
"Did you exchange the locks?", Mike asked. Randy nodded. He, Mike, and Ted met up in one of the empty classrooms, talking about the plan and its latest developments.
"Right before gym class", the tanned football player responded. "But I still don't get why. If he tries to open the lock with his combination he'll know that I gave him the wrong one." He drew the right lock from his pocket, and twisted it in his hands.
Ted and Mike exchanged knowing looks and laughed. "He won't", Mike started to explain. "It's a special lock. It opens no matter what combination you use. Barrett won't notice anything, and now we're able to get stuff in and out of his locker as we please!"
Randy's smile widened. "That's..."
"Brilliant? Awesome? I know." Mike leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. "But the next step is a bit more complicated. We can't exchange the other locks, they would get suspicious if we hang around their lockers too often."
"That's where Rhodes comes into play", Ted took over. "It's like his first test of obedience. He'll get Brooks' combination for us."
Randy sat down on a table, and smiled. "Weeks ago I would've doubted that he'd ever do that but the boy is submissively dependent on you. So, you think he's ready to betray his friends?"
"He's like a puppet", Mike laughed, "and I hold his strings in my hand."
The weeks went by and eventually the rain stopped. Finally, spring found its way to Chicago, and the suburban area in which St. Helmsley High School was located shone in verdancy. Birds were singing in the tree tops, and all the small insects, rodents and other animals suffused the air with humming, buzzing, and chirping.
Mason made use of the first warming rays of sunshine, and banished his winter cloaks and clothes into the farthest corner of his wardrobe. Every year he couldn't await for winter to be over. He loved walking around in jeans and t-shirt only, feeling the warm wind on his skin and in his hair, even if the temperatures were just above 50 °F. Marysa often scolded him for being a bad example for their youngest sibling, but that had been one of the few things he wasn't ready to compromise.
Evan's jaw dropped when his friend opened the door, dressed in a tight, grey jeans, and a white wife beater only. He himself was still wearing his warm jacket, even though he abandoned his scarf, gloves, and beanie.
"Come in", the tall boy beamed, and slowly Evan made his way past his obviously crazy friend. He took of his jacket and shoes and went straight into the living room. The TV was on and some guy in a suit talked about insurances.
"You're dressed as if it's summer, and you're watching a tv-show about insurance advices. What the fuck happened to my boyfriend, and how do I get him back?"
Mason laughed at his puzzled face. "I always dress like that when it gets warmer, and this show is for my personal information. She decided to change her insurance, leaving us without any coverage. I somehow have to manage that on my own now..." He sat down on the couch, watching the insurance-guy with a mixture of grudge and confusion. "The problem is, I don't understand a single word he's saying."
Evan laughed and sat down next to him. "By the way: hi!", he greeted his friend, and gave him a cheerful smile.
"Hi", Mason responded and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Did you know that today's our sixth month's anniversary?", Evan asked the tall boy while he was switching channels. He climbed on top of his friends lap, and forced him to put down the remote. "Happy anniversary", he whispered and, by taking his friends head in his hands, drew him into another, far more passionate kiss.
"I can't believe it's been six months", the small boy said. He pressed himself against the warm and brawny body of his boyfriend, hiding his head at the other ones neck. "Six months", he whispered into Mason's ear, and began to kiss his way down the other ones neck. Evan could feel the shivers his actions sent through the older ones body. He felt Mason's hands on his back and in his hair, felt his warm breath close to his ear.
He had been waiting for this day. For weeks he went through it in his head over and over again. Their relationship had lasted for quite some time now and they actually had some opportunities to get intimate, to explore each others bodies, but most of the time it had been innocent petting. The farthest Mason had gone was giving him a hand-job (and, of course, he had returned the favour), and even though Evan was thankful that Mason was careful and didn't urge him, he felt that he became more and more confident, and that the time was ready to take the next step. Even if he wasn't 100% sure about it yet, his body demanded it.
Right at that moment, his body was sending unequivocal signals to his brain. His heart was beating fast, and his pants suddenly felt as if they were much too tight. He placed a kiss on Mason's collarbone, and his heart skipped a beat as Mason's hand went further down, and began to massage his lower back. He closed his eyes, and rested his head against the other one's shoulder.
"Marysa promised to stay out till evening. We have the whole house for ourselves", Mason said softly.
"What about your mother?"
"She won't be home for some time, she's on vacation with one of her fuck-mates."
Evan didn't knew if it was a good thing but Mason using words like that somehow turned him on. "So, what do you think of doing now that the house is ours?", he asked and gave his friend a meaningful look.
Instead of giving him an answer Mason drew him closer, and kissed him. He placed both of his hands on Evans hips and pressed his lower body against his own. The young man moaned as he felt the hard bulge rubbing against his own erection. He hugged Mason tighter, and enjoyed the hot and demanding feeling that arose in his body. He remembered the fears and doubts he had had when they had been doing things like that for the first time. By now, they seemed so unreal and meaningless Evan almost laughed. How could he ever think of their relationship as being disgusting or wrong? Everything felt so right, so hot.
Suddenly, Evan pushed himself away from Mason, and climbed down from his lap. He didn't took the time to explain himself to his friend. Instead, he knelt down in front of the couch, and pushed apart Mason's legs. The smaller boy didn't dare to look up as he, slowly, opened button and zipper of Mason's jeans. Mason watched him eagerly, and let him do as he liked.
Evan took a deep breath before he found the courage to pull down Mason's pants. Actually, he hadn't seen his friend entirely naked before, just felt it, and he was curious and a little scared at the same time. His hands were shaking. 'You can't stop now!', he told himself. 'You've gone this far, now don't chicken out!'
He swallowed. Underneath Mason's boxers he could make out the outlines of his friends member. He exhaled, and, still avoiding to look up, he seized the waistband, and pulled down the boxers.
Evan gasped for air. It was bigger than he had expected.
"You don't have to do it." The voice of his friend reached him as if it had to travel through thick fog. Evan looked up and straight into those calm and dark eyes that fascinated him since he first met Mason.
"Don't say that", he whispered, not able to speak up, and gave him a stern look.
Mason looked at him, puzzled, and raised his hands as if to ask what he should say instead.
Evan gathered all his courage to utter the next words. His head turned beet-red as he said: "I want you to tell me to do it. I want to hear you saying it." He tried to look serious but he knew that he must have been looking pretty helpless. Luckily, Mason did as he was told without teasing him for his insecurity and curiosity.
The tall man leaned forward, and seized Evan by his shoulders. Once again the younger boy realized how strong his companion was. He knew that, if Mason truly wished for it, he could do whatever he wanted and he couldn't do anything against it. But instead of being afraid he was excited. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins. He didn't notice that he was awaiting Mason's words with his mouth slightly open.
"I want you to suck my dick", Mason said to him, putting special emphasis on the last three words.
The words didn't fail to have the desired effect . Evan bit his lip, and freed himself from Mason's grasp. The taller man leaned back again but Evan still felt his watching eyes on him.
Cautious he reached out and comprised the hot flesh. He began to stroke it slowly, charming heavy breathings from Mason in return. Prompted, he stroke harder and faster. His heart beating fast he leaned closer, watching his own motions with a mixture of disbelieve and amazement.
'He's so big... Nah, focus, Evan! No time for unnecessary thoughts. Just do it!', the brunette boy ordered himself. He didn't allow himself further hesitation. While still stroking the shaft of Mason's cock he opened his mouth. He touched the head with the tip of his tongue, inhaling the bitter yet arousing scent.
Evan stopped to move his hand, and trailed his tongue up and down the erect cock. Eventually, he circled the tip with his tongue, and put his lips around the hot and hard flesh. Slowly, he began to work on the tip, tightening and loosening the pressure of his lips, and still teasing it with his tongue.
Curious, the younger boy looked up without interrupting what he was doing. Mason was leaning against the cushions, his eyes closed, and his mouth open. His chest was trembling, and he could see a faint tricklet of saliva running down Mason's broad and stubbly jawline. As if he knew that Evan was watching him he opened his eyes, and both men looked at each other; one looking down at the one who was pleasing him, the other one looking up at the one who was obviously enjoying it.
"Don't stop", Mason whispered, his voice raw and shaking in excitement.
Encouraged, Evan averted his gaze to concentrate. Black spots were dancing in front of his eyes, and he closed them, his motions led by what he was hearing and feeling only. Slowly, he took Mason's dick deeper into his mouth, just as deep as he felt comfortable with. A suppressed groan signalled him that he was doing more than well. Holding the member in place with one hand he accelerated his motions, trying to take it in even deeper every time. But soon he found the spot from which he couldn't go any further. His gag reflex set in. A tear ran down his cheek, and he had to let go of the hard cock in order to catch his breath, and to suppressed the urge to throw up.
After he calmed down a bit, he started licking along the shaft again, breathing heavily, and blinking away the tears the gagging had caused. It was a strange feeling, doing this to another man, and it was quite different from what he had expected. Sometimes, he had fantasised about Mason giving him a blow job, meanwhile recalling the feeling of his boyfriend's hand. He had also imagined how it would be to do it himself, but somehow he had always compared it to eating a popsicle or a banana. But it was nothing like that. It was hot, it tasted quite strange, and above all he hadn't expected it to be that difficult to take it all in.
Banishing his thoughts, Evan stopped licking Mason's cock, and took a deep breath. While stroking him again, he touched Mason's abdomen with his free hand, feeling the hard muscles underneath the sweaty skin. His hand found Mason's which was laying loosely on his stomach, and squeezed it. The taller boy softly returned the gesture.
Evan took his hand, and brought it closer to his face, placing a soft and devoted kiss on the back of Mason's hand. Once again both men locked eyes, and Evan tried to signal his companion what he wanted him to do. To his surprise, Mason actually understood his wordless request; maybe because he knew what Evan wanted, maybe because he wanted it himself.
Placing one hand on the back of the boy's head he guided him back towards his erect cock. A small, transparent drop was visible at the tip, and feeling the pressure of the other one's hand on his head Evan licked it off. Again, Mason moaned as Evan took his dick into his mouth, this time without stopping the motion of his hand. The older boy dig his fingers into Evan's short hair, enjoying the shivers those pleasing lips sent through his body. His hand was guiding Evan up and down his hard cock, and the smaller boy enjoyed the other one's dominance, the pressure of his strong hand forcing him to do what he actually liked.
Following a sudden intuition, Evan stopped pleasing him with the pressure of his lips only. Hoping that he wouldn't hurt his friend he started trailing up and down the erect member with his teeth.
A reflex forced Mason to straighten his back, and lean forward. Not knowing it, Evan had increased the pressure, and it became difficult for Mason to hold back. He felt that he was close to coming, but he didn't want to come in Evan's face, let alone his mouth. He was afraid that this would still be too much for his young boyfriend.
Softly but decisive, he pulled Evan away from his hard and pulsating dick, dragging him onto his lap, and hugging him tight. This time, he hid his head at Evan's neck, trying to calm down, and fight back the hot and promising feeling inside his lower body. 'Not now', he told himself, pressing the small and fragile body against his.
"Did I do something wrong?", Evan asked sadly because of the interruption, and Mason forced himself to look into his blue and innocent eyes.
"No. No, you didn't", he answered, still trying to take control over his breathing and the rest of his body. "I just... didn't want to come... like that", he was struggling for words. He placed a soft kiss on Evan's forehead. "How did you know what to do? That must have been your first time."
Evan blushed. He had hoped that Mason wouldn't bring up that topic, but with deadly precision he did.
"I...", he began but interrupted himself, searching for the right, not too embarrassing words. Eventually, he gave up. There was no way of saying it without being embarrassment, and therefore he chose to say it right away.
"I... I googled it..."
Mason looked at him in amazement.
"You googled it?"
Ashamed Evan averted his gaze. "I didn't know how to do it but I wanted to do it for you... I couldn't ask anybody, and, believe me or not, there are no books about that in the library."
A suppressed chuckle made him look up again. Mason was obviously trying not to laugh out loud, but his eyes looked so cheerful and affectionate Evan couldn't be angry. Instead, he blushed and started to laugh himself.
"I know, it sounds silly, but I had no choice."
Mason grinned. He touched Evan's hot, red cheek, and kissed him. "Thanks for doing that for me", he whispered in between kisses, and happily Evan relaxed in his strong embrace.
Enjoying the tender touch of Mason's hand underneath his shirt he sighed. Despite the embarrassment he was proud of himself. Thinking back, he hadn't been the most courageous boy in town, and the fact that he just gave Mason head left him with pride and amazement. During his relationship with the strong boy he had learned a lot about affection, the happiness of being with somebody you like more than anything, about trusting another human being, and about overcoming his own anxieties.
But he hadn't been the only one that developed in this relationship. He still remembered Mason being calm and uncommunicative, struggling to never reveal his intentions and feelings. He had sparsely talked, and had acted very cautious and controlled overall. Now, Evan smiled at the thought of Mason talking dirty to him. The tall boy appeared to be much more open-minded, not only with him but also with their friends.
Bearing all that in mind, Evan decided to take another courageous step. By now, he was convinced that today had to be the day!
"Mason", he whispered, biting into his earlobe. "I want do it. I want to go all the way." As if to reinforce his wish he pressed his body against his lover's, pushing his own hard erection against Mason's stomach.
The tall man nodded, and Evan allowed him to get up. Pulling up his pants Mason moved his head from one shoulder to the other, producing a strange cracking sound. "Let's go upstairs", he said, holding his hand out to Evan. With his heart beating hard against his chest Evan took his hand.
A/N: Sexy time! Also: Mike's plan is developing!