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There might be some angst in this chapter so if you're depressed, be warned. It's not too much though ;) so don't worry
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Hope you'll like this chapter as much as the others!
Warning!: ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Not that much sex between males in this chappie, sorry about that! But there will be hinting and a some moaning so be warned! AND there WILL be lemon soon enough, patience is a virtue!
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"Matt, I really need to go to practice..." he sighed as he picked up the phone on his way through the hallway. It had rung as soon as they stepped in through the door and when he had picked up the phone the first time the connection had broken. Since then, both Al and Arthur had been resting in the living room without saying much. Now that Matt had called again, there wasn't much time until he had to get going, not to miss practice. "Can you hear me?"
"Yeah I can..." his brother answered and coughed on the other side of the line. "I just miss home when I'm sick, sorry..."
"I know you do..."
He felt so bad for the younger one, knowing what a pain it must be for him to be so far away from home with such a high fever and no one to look out for him. Their mother had texted him when they were on their way home, telling him that Mathew was sick and needed his brother. But how could Al be in two places at once? How could he take care of the sick one who was in Canada and couldn't come home even if he wanted to.
"Is he nice..? Arthur I mean?"
Al couldn't keep the smile away as he tried to tie his shoes with one hand. "You never take no for an answer, do you?" he said and smiled even wider as he heard the other one laugh, the cough because of the laugh. "And yes" he then added. "He is very nice, you'd like him Matt"
"I bet..."
"Look I need to go now or else they'll kick me off the team" He could ear Matt snort at the other side when he said that.
"Like hell they will, they need you too much for them to be able to do that Al, even if they'd want to kick your ass out"
"Love how much you love me brother" Al chuckled back and within the minute they had successfully hung up and he was standing in the doorway, waiting for his new roommate. "You sure you want to come with me?" he called to the other one upstairs. "It looks like it's going to be raining in not to long..."
"Yeah, of course I'll come with you!" Arthur called back from the bathroom. "I wanna see you play after all, and don't worry, I'll borrow your clothes so I won't get beaten up buy your little friends for being different. That would totally suck and ruin my day if it happened."
"You're very intelligent Artie"
"Don't fucking call me that" his cousin laughed when coming down the staircase, dressed in one of Al's thicker sweaters and a pair of his own, regular jeans. Even though Al knew he would be dressed like that, it was still quite a shock not to see him in punkish clothes. "Makes me sound like a little kid or something..."
"Well you are, and that looks good one you by the way"
They were both in an unusually good mood, it seemed. Al tried not to think about how he cold avid Lauren and her horny eyes and therefore made as many jokes as possible, just to see that spark of laughter in Arthur's eyes. Arthur seemed to find everything interesting too, which was fun enough to distract him even more. He pointed at supermarkets and people, commenting about their choice of clothes or the way a building was built. How could the US be such a big difference from Britain? Al reminded himself to go straight to google later and look stuff about England up, just for the fun of it.
"So you said you and Lauren...?" Arthur suddenly started, without looking at him but apparently curious. He didn't finish the sentence though cause they were both aware that Al knew the rest of it.
"Yeah... after every practice..." he answered and looked the other way. Earlier it had been so much easier to talk to him. On the bus it felt like everyone else could be listening too, and talking about sex with Arthur... well, it felt weird telling anyone about the things you never thought you would even mention out loud. Not even his brother, who right now was the closest friend he had, knew about it all. But there was some damn thing about Arthur that just made Al open up and talk... even if he had come to fear that he might regret it later.
"Can't you just tell her that you need to get home?" Arthur asked and chewed absentmindedly on a breath mint. "I mean, yes, you've always been doing it with her like that but she has to understand it if you tell her that you're grounded or something"
"She knows I don't care if I'm grounded..." he mumbled back and took the breath mint he was given with a slight smile. "Thanks..."
"You know, if you don't tell her and you go to have sex with her anyway.." his cousin kept going and shrugged as he spoke. "I could always wait for you somewhere and we can talk about this later? Cause I can understand it must be a pain in the ass to have to tell her 'no' like this. After all, she'll just blame me or something..."
Al thought about it and didn't answer with anything else than a nod, which left them silent for the rest of the bus ride. When he was with her, she pissed him off and when he wasn't, he felt like such a bad person for even being mad at her. She was gorgeous and kind, a bit of a bitch but who wasn't? He knew him himself was a fucking pussy for not wanting to either loose her nor get her to go away. They had been friends for so long, he felt like if he broke it with her, he'd loose her... for real.
"I should just tell her I just want to be friends or something..." he sighed as they walked the last couple of minutes to the school from the bus stop. "...but I heard from David on the team that you shouldn't?"
"What did 'David on the team' say about that?" Arthur chuckled and looked around as if he was suspecting someone to jump them at any minute.
"He said that he told his ex that, and she threw a shoe at him for being a self absorbed dick..."
Arthur nodded and looked back at him with a little smile. "I think I would have done that too if I was that girl... you don't want to hear that the guy you're in love with just wants to be friends all of a sudden"
"Girls are so fucking hard to understand..."
"Not really..." Arthur sounded pretty serious as he spoke but was still smiling and shrugged as Al raised an eyebrow at this absurd statement. "I mean, everyone is like that, somewhere inside you know? What would you have done if the one YOU loved suddenly stopped wanting to be with you and then told you something like that? Doesn't matter if you're a girl or something... but yes, they do show their feelings more than most guys do, but that doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing..."
"You're gonna be a shrink or something?" Al laughed, even though he felt a bit more at ease now. Arthur was smart, and he saw things and the shades of grey in stead of just black and white, like everyone else here did. It was true, of course. Al knew a lot of guys felt things he never had, like Michael who had been so much in love with his girlfriend that they had gotten engaged... he just wasn't used to anyone showing that much emotions in public around him. His mother always tried her best to hide what she felt even though both him and Matt knew she was sad all the time. Their father never showed anything, if he wasn't drunk, which he always was but still... Matt showed a lot of emotions but he was younger, and he was his little brother so that felt completely different from everyone else.
When Lauren had first started to show those emotions, he had been freaked out. It was just small small things. Like her smiling every time she saw him, or taking his hand when they were alone. What scared him wasn't that she wanted him to be hers... but that he knew that he couldn't be, even if he wouldn't have minded.
"Earth to Alfred Jones?"
Al snapped out of his thoughts with a grin and pointed towards the field. "You go that way and just take a seat somewhere, I'll go that way and we'll meet up..." he looked around for a place but didn't find one. "I don't know... I'll text you when I'm done?"
"Sounds like a plan..."
... ... ...
Arthur had taken a place on the benches, pretty far down by the ground, not to draw to much attention to himself. He didn't feel like being spotted by some random kids, not when wearing these clothes at least. He might not BE his style, but he certainly felt vulnerable without it. His iPhone was playing harshly in his ears and he chuckled when the players on the field happened to run in the same pace as the music.
Al was very good at everything he did. Not that Arthur knew that much about this kind of football but he sure looked good there. The others seemed to be knowing exactly how to handle him too, they were always there when he did his moves.
"American football is still just an excuse for guys to be all touchy touchy without anyone calling them gay" he chuckled to himself as one of the teammates got tackled by another and they both fell to the ground in a mess of arms and kicking legs. "Cause of course football players can't be gay..."
Their teacher seemed like a bitch though, pushing them all until they were totally drained and then pushing them even further. Al was the one who got pushed the most it seemed, but he was also the only one who didn't complain even once. Not that Arthur could see anyway.
The song in his ear was loud and it was a good thing, because otherwise his thoughts would have gone mad along with his body. Because his body was fucking mad...
The entire day had gone by without much happening, which of course gave his body and mind some time to adjust. He had had to leave class more than five times before lunch just to get his dick to calm down and he hardly knew why. Maybe it was because of the fact that there were a lot of good looking guys at this school, cause yes, he was gay. Or maybe the thought of Al really HAD gone to his head. Not good.
He always had had a thing for people half related to him, which was a bit creepy. When he was about five years old he had fallen in love with his aunt's husband's son. That didn't work out cause the boy didn't want to share a swing at the playground. There had also been the older kids at school when he was ten, one guy especially, that had been like a brother to him... that didn't work out either because he was a dick who stole pencils from your pencil-box when you weren't looking.
Anyway. Al. Fuck.
He couldn't stop thinking about him for some reason. Which made him uncertain what he was even doing here. This guy was wonderful and caring to the ones he loved, he was not gay and totally hard for women... The fact that he himself had half died every minute from the first time he saw him wasn't good at all. Fine if he had gone and fallen for him after a couple of months, but after a moment? After he had told himself never to rush things like that again? No... he was disappointed with himself again.
"He is my cousin, and he will probably be my best friend for a long time..." he said to himself and changed the song from a rather depressing one to one that sounded like butterflies and ice cream. "...you just miss home yeah right and he has been kind to you... you've needed someone like that, that's why you're feeling this Arthur"
Down at the field the players had started to pull back, chatting and taking their time to be social before hitting the showers. Arthur, who was trying to think about other things than the fact that he had felt something hard through Al's boxers earlier that morning, now felt a bit sad that he had never done any sports himself. Well, he tried cricket when he was younger but that wasn't anything he really enjoyed. The only thing he had liked was the changing rooms.
Yes, I am a perv.
Maybe he should start training in some way, at least start running or making Al walk with him all the way to school for exercise. No, he should go a lone. The more he spent time with AL, the worse this would certainly get. He didn't really feel like ruining this one's life ether. He had a nap for doing that to people.
Al leaned against the hard wall, his head pounding as if he hit it back against the hard surface over and over. He had been waiting for Lauren, it must be over fifteen minutes now and he had decided that if she didn't show within five more, he'd end it with her officially. Because that would mean that stood him up.
... ... ...
The practice had been tiresome but fun, since he knew Arthur was watching form the benches. Of course he had tried to look cooler and less tried because of that... Arthur was still someone he needed to impress. Even though he didn't really know why the fuck he really felt like making Arthur respect him was so important he would have kept running even if he'd broken his leg.
He didn't really know how to feel about Lauren at this moment. If she didn't show, that would mean the end, not only to their little affair, but also to their friendship... that was for sure. The more he thought about that, the harder his and quicker his stomach turned.
"Al...?" Her voice was insecure and low, as if she was afraid he'd run if she spoke up to loudly. He turned towards her and he could even se the anxiety in her facials, the way she twirled her fingers together as she walked and the way her steps seemed to get dragged over the floor. "I thought you wouldn't come to meet me today..." she then continued, frankly enough.
"Why?"
"Cause..." she didn't really seem to know what to say but she didn't hesitate anymore and walked up to him, her arms soon tightly around his neck, fingers digging softly into the muscles on his back. "I'm so sorry baby... I... Can't we just forget about today? Pretend that it didn't even happen?"
She sounded so sad, so lonely. Like the fire in her had almost gone out... he didn't want that. No. He must have just been a bit scared of that damn thing called commitment. Like this, when she was like this... she wasn't... she was just to darn sweet.
"It's okay hun..." he whispered, arms tightening around her slimmed waist, pulling her closer to his chest. "...let's forget about today, it didn't happen... and for the record, I'm sorry too..."
"Thank you..." she was still whispering, but he could hear the smile now. She was warm, soft. Her fingers on his back felt like the softest in the world even if she gripped him tight. He didn't mind this. He really didn't. And he would not tell himself anything else from now on.
"Come on..." he smiled and looked down at her, brushing some of her brown locks out of her soft skinned face. "...let's forget this in the best way there is?"
"You're talking about sex, aren't you?"
"Aren't I always?"
... ... ...
As Arthur stood waiting for his cousin at the entrance to the field, he tried to blend in as much as he could in the background. He didn't even want to look at the jocks leaving the field, knowing that some of them, or most, might have... aggressive tendencies. Of course that was a very unhealthy way of thinking, you can't just go around and assume that every athlete will beat your face in just because you know that it has happened somewhere, sometime. But he couldn't help it. When he was wearing his boots and his own clothes, at least they were intimidated by him. Now, he felt less than naked.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it up immediately. It wasn't Al though, total disappointment.
"Hello mother" he sighed as he answered, not at all up for talking to her even though she had taken her time to call him at a time when she knew he wasn't at school nor sleeping. "Yes I am fine... Been eating properly and sleeping like a princess... okay okay, as a prince then"
She babbled on for more than half an hour about his father being an idiot, his brother being a jackass and how much she missed him. He really couldn't agree. Yes, it was nice to hear her voice and know that Home with capital H still excised, but he didn't miss her very much. Not really. Not yet.
She on the other hand spoke about his trip as if though he had already been gone for over a year and she couldn't wait for him to get home. She spoke about the holidays and that she and the others might come down sometime, to visit him and the rest of the family. She spoke about that too as if it would be so much fun to see everyone but in truth, he knew she just wanted to get away.
He didn't listen to most of what she said though, it didn't even make his time go faster as he stood and waited for Al's text. That girl Lauren must really be taking that break up harshly.
Maybe I should go check on them... just to make sure she's not killing him
With that, and his mother on the phone, he started walking towards the school. He didn't really know in which toilet they used to... do it, but he had seen Al looking a bit weirdly at one of them when they had passed it, earlier that way. He'd try that one first.
"Yes mother... I will tell her that"
... ... ...
"Oh fuck!" she moaned and he laughed again.
"You always say the same things when I do this..." he said and shook his head. "Makes me wonder if you really like it or if you're faking it?"
"Christ! Fucking bloody Christ I'm not faking!"
She was down on the floor, her stomach to the cold surface with fingers trying to grip the hard tile, eyes closed and hips shaking underneath his touch. She was completely naked and she had been for a long time now, whimpering every time he touched her the slightest, moaning every time he let his tongue slide over her soft back.
"You know..." he smirked, the first smirk he had let out in a long while really. "I could do this to you all day and you wouldn't get to come... how is that for making up for everything, huh?"
"You're mean..." she groaned but looked up at him over her shoulder, the lust clear as fire in her eyes.
He knew he needed to go soon and that there would be no time for him to actually do anything more to her than he actually had. However, he kind of liked being in charge like this... made it feel a bit more like he was alive. He reached out and gently let his finger slide over the arched small of her back, earning a hissing sound of longing and emotion form her pink lips.
"Just for now I am..." he bent over and whispered next to her ear, earning more cute little sounds from her. "Just imagine what I'll do when I have the time not to be..."
"Oh fuck... fuck fuck fuck!"
"Yes, that I will do"
... ... ...
"Mom, I really need to hang up now, gonna meet up with Alfred..." he sighed as he stepped into the right corridor. "No mom, he didn't abandon me or anyth.. no? I was just watching his football practice... No I didn't? Why does everything I do always have to do with the fact that I'm gay mom? It's not like you watch cricket just cause you're straight? Yeah what ever... you can think what you want. Bye."
His head was hurting now. That damn woman. She always knew what exact words to say to ruin his entire day. If he had been back home he would have dragged some poor guy home to her now, introducing him to the family as his lover and then go up to his room to have sex with him so everyone in the house would hear. That was hard to do now so hanging up in her ear had seemed like the best thing he could do. He ignored the phone as it started ringing again and kept walking down the corridor instead.
It was dork, since the only people in the school except them where the janitor and the hallways seemed slightly spooky. Not that he was afraid of ghosts or anything, it was just that he could see them... which set him off a bit. You didn't really WANT to see shadows in the corners and stuff when you were alone. Once, he had pointed at one of them to show it to his mother and she had tried to get him into an asylum.
There was lights coming form one of the toilets at the part of the corridor furthest away from him and he stopped. He had been listening for crying and upset voices, that was not what he heard. He could hear her clearly, moaning like crazy... him laughing softly. His body grew cold immediately and he drew in a deep breath to collect himself.
This was it. Thankfully, before he himself did something stupid, it had all ended. There was not the slightest chance now that Al would... swing the other way. And that was a good thing. It meant that Arthur didn't have to let anyone down anymore. It meant that he didn't have to think about his cousin like that anymore.
"Fuck..." he hissed while closing his eyes hard, feeling hot liquid run down his cheek as he did so. "...I'm such a fucking mess... I need to stop fucking thinking about stuff like this... it will drive me insane in no time..."
He tried to shut her voice out but it was impossible. Her half annoyed laugh still held that happy ring of a woman in love, Al's chuckle back was like... Arthur took a step back and turned around. Al would text him when they were done. He could just as well wait outside until then. Yes, that's right. He didn't need to stand there and listen. It had nothing at all to do with how nauseous he felt when hearing it all, no, he just... needed some fresh air. Al had said something about the cafeteria being open or something... he should go there. Maybe he was just hungry...
As long as it will distract me... from everything else.
Aw... poor Artie...
What was that about anyway? Why did Al just forgive her like that? Does he really love her? Or is he just more afraid of being alone..?
And Arthur... what is it that he is talking about all the time? Why did he seem to know so much and still he seems to be so fragile..?
Find out more in the next chapter!
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