Now first, before you say anything, let me apologize for the seriousness of my actions. I have gotten some reviews, form readers who are very disappointed with me for the way I have chosen to write this story. Of course, I am very thankful for these reviews because I appreciate when people tell me what they truly think about my work, not only when I hear good, but also when I hear bad.
I should have given you all a warning of what was coming at the end of chapter 12, I really should I am very sorry for not doing so (just so that you all know, I have now changed the text at the top of the chapter to warn off readers who would again get disappointed at me).
John was of course written for other reasons than to fuck Arthur, and I am sorry if some of you found him annoying, ugly, irritating or just plain and bloody useless. This was not my plan and I will make sure to worn all of you if there will be sex involving OCs again.
Having said this I hope that you all can forgive me and stay with me for at least another chapter? :) But if you don't, I'd like to thank you all for everything you've done for me and this fanfiction. Without you, we wouldn't be here.
Warning: This is very IMPORTANT! There will be sex in this chapter between Arthur and one of my OCs. If this is not liked by some of you, the first scentense where the sex part starts, will be in bold type. Like this. The same goes for when the sex part ends, so for those of you who just want to scroll past, it will be easier to see.
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Alfred F Jones had managed to handle himself pretty well that Monday, to be honest. At least according to himself. He had only had a couple of times when he had fallen asleep and the other times his head had gone crashing into the table where because of sexual frustration so those times didn't really care. He had been thinking a lot though, so he might not have paid attention as much as his teachers would have wanted him too, but they where partly responsible for not distracting him well enough.
His thoughts had been revolving about sexuality, mostly. He had never quite seen himself as bisexual, because it didn't matter that much to him if he slept with a guy or a girl. Of course the later of the two he was more experienced with of course, but still. It had taken him half of a lesson to scribble down everything when he was really supposed to do an essay on psychology. He didn't really care though, if he did the assignment or not because his teacher was one of the best ones he had.
Essay in psychology - fuck noooo but I don't have an erasure
A.F Jones
Some people see themselves as either homosexual, bisexual or straight, even describe themselves with one of those three words and I'm starting to think that maybe there is something in that. Kind of weird but w/e.
For example;
Say you where a bisexual woman who had never had sex with another woman and now got married with a man. You know that you are sexually attracted to certain women, but you have no idea how sex with a woman, or a relationship with a woman would be like. Wouldn't that make you feel terrible?
Or what if you where a bisexual man and never have sex with a woman? You would certainly be called gay by everyone seeing you and your boyfriend together, even though you are attracted to certain women? And if you've never had sex with one, how do you know having sex with a guy is really what you want?
Or maybe you're gay and you know it, but you marry a girl just because you know it's what's expected of you. You might even get it up if you think about men with muscles or something and no one would even know you're actually gay. Or like in the old days, right? What if you met this girl and she was so very lovely and she fell in love with you. You like her so much and you propose to her because like, that's what you do with a girl you fancy. And then, comes the wedding night and there she lies, all pretty and fluffy with her entire body for you to ravish and you think to yourself "oh gosh, I think I'd fancy a sausage at the moment"... Then what would you do? Would you go on pretending till you're as gray as a dusty meatball or would you cheat and see someone else at the side? Of course you wouldn't cheat or even admit to yourself that you would fancy a guy if this was like a hundred years ago but still...
And what if you where a bisexual person but never even dared to try having sex with the other sex because you knew what people would think of you? How would you know that the person you are with truly is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? Is it foolish to not even try to have a relationship with the other sex then? Or is the foolish thing about it all, that you are on the edge of breaking up with this lovely person just so that you can try to have a relationship with someone of the same sex as you?
I mean... parents. They stay together for like ever, some of them just because they got the other one pregnant. But what about the things THEY never tried? Aren't they sad they missed out on it all? Like, I'm pretty sure my dad's gay because he hasn't touched my mother for years, not even when he's sober and I'm not even sure he is my real dad. (ok I totally look like him but still). Then what if he's gay and never got to act out on it...? What if he's a drunken asshole right now because he never got to fall in loved and get to have sex with someone he would have truly enjoyed it with? Instead of my whiny old mom who goes around getting fucked by her boss all the time...?
Fuck this is too complicated stuff for me to handle and I'm just gonna throw it all away anyway. I just... Well. I think that if I'd never tried it with a guy, I would have probably told my wife that I was gay and left her because... I would never be able to just forget about it, you know? The feeling that maybe, if I try to have sex with that guy that is my damn best friend then maybe, maybe I would be happier than I am right now.
Al looked down at the paper and nodded. While writing, he had realized stuff that he would never have even though about before. Like the part about his dad. He had never really even touched the subject in his mind. He had always thought that his dad's drinking problem was because of Diane, or maybe because of him and Matt. But as he had written the text it sort of fit, the thought that maybe it wasn't his and his brother's fault... maybe there was just something in his life that he had never done, but which was essential for him to do to be able to be happy. He might not even know so himself. Or maybe he just liked beer... Tough call.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and rubbing them slightly with his thumb and index finger. Wasn't school out soon so that he could go home and have a nice long conversation with Arthur? Maybe ask him more about this homosexual business because it was so interesting for a change. He didn't like to hear about relationships and stuff all the time, the kind Lauren and her friends where talking about. He wanted truth and reality... and he was quite sure Arthur could bring him some perspective on it.
Absentmindedly he pulled his cellphone up and groaned slightly at a text from Arthur saying that he would be sleeping over at Jody's place tonight. Great. She would get to ask Arthur everything about being gay and what he felt like when guys fucked him while he had to share dinner table with his mother. And yes, he was quite sure that Jody knew Arthur was gay, AND also sure that Arthur was the one who got fucked most of the time, not the other way around... depending on who he was with of course. Arthur would totally get fucked if he would share a bed with Al, that was for sure. At least he thought he would. He'd be more experienced with having sex with guys than Al was but that wasn't a criteria to get to fuck someone in the ass, was it? Why he was even thinking about it was beyond him.
"Al, lessons's over stupid" Lauren grinned as she seated herself neatly on his desk. "Have you been working?" she then exclaimed in fake horror and grabbed his paper with interest. "The end of the world must be nearing!"
"No it's not nearing!" he hissed and jerked the paper out of her hands. "The end won't be here until the end of 2012 so you'll just have to wait a while for me to start working"
"Not fair" she protested and tried to reach for the paper but he held it out of her reach with a grin of malice on her face. "I just wanna read and see how miserably you managed the assignment Al..." she then pouted but if she had really known him, she would have known that one wouldn't work very well.
"Very funny" he sighed and then made the piece of paper into a tight ball in the palm of his hand. "But I didn't do the assignment so now you know how much I failed"
"Fine then" she laughed and turned to leave, smiling widely at their professor as she went passed him. Al felt a bit bad about causing a ruckus in his classroom, especially after he had not finished his own assignment but Tom just smiled and shook his head.
"If you didn't write the essay, then what where you writing over there?" his teacher than asked and tilted his head to the side with a smile. "I've never seen you look so focused or committed to any of my assignments Al?"
He laughed as an answer and looked down at the ball of paper in his hand. He didn't know why it meant so much to him, but since it did, maybe he shouldn't really be throwing it away. Though there was a problem in keeping it and that was that Lauren eventually would get ahold of it. If she did, she would think that he would dump her and if he eventually decided not to do so, her finding the paper would be devastating.
"Do you wanna read it?" he then asked and saw the curiosity shine through those dark eyes. He knew that if Tom did read it, he might have something good to say about it, he always did. He might even know the feeling, since half the school thought that he was gay.
"Sure" came the answer and Al made his way towards his teacher, feeling pretty comfortable with handing it over to him. At least the guy wasn't homophobic, because they had had discussions in his class about sexual labels and preferences. That much he remembered from the lessons. "If you'd want me to?"
"Yeah, as long as you promise you won't tell anyone about it... and that when you're done, you burn it or something? At least don't bring it back with you to school, ok?"
"Deal" Tom agreed and gave him one of his calm, dashing smiles. "Now off with you so that your cousin doesn't have to wait all day for you to take him home"
Al didn't mention that Arthur was with lauren even though he wanted to complain about it. He could handle being alone for one night, even though he had grown quite used to having him around. Instead he just nodded and left the classroom with a soft smile. It would be fun to see his teachers reaction. Maybe he'd even find out if Tom was in fact gay or not. By the way, he had practice... that he had totally forgotten.
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"Oh..." Arthur sighed and bit his lip, not really knowing what they where going to do about the fact that John's parents where home. That must have been what he had felt was wrong at least. Good that it wasn't something else. "Can't we... you know, continue?" he then decided to ask and looked into those green-brown eyes with both worry and need. He understood if it scared him too, to know that his father would kick him bloody, kick them both bloody if he found out what they where doing though and maybe it was best if they stopped. "You did lock the door, didn't you?"
"No no no" John smiled and gently placed a kiss on Arthur's cheek while smiling. "We can go on, I promise" he paused and listened to the steps of his parents upstairs. "I just need to go and tell them that I'm home and not feeling well, mom won't wanna come near me then and my dad won't pester me about practice either"
"Oh, good plan" Arthur sighed in relief and bit his lip. He did feel a bit faintish from all the sudden pleasure and even though it felt as if though he was going to drop his cock, it might be good with a little breather.
"I'll be right back..." John excused himself, after calming himself down on his back for a couple of seconds first of course. "Take what ever you want from the fridge while I'm gone, I don't think I'll be long but you never know"
Arthur smiled and nodded, watched as John pulled a large T-shirt on and a couple of soft pants. His hardness was hidden underneath the edge of the shirt and his hair was pulled though with a comb to flatten the curls. "Looking presentable?" he asked and Arthur gave him a good look before giving him the thumbs up, he did look like he had just been resting because of a terrible headache, especially when he made the cutest wrinkled expression.
"Good luck"
The down stairs apartment became pretty quiet and lonely when the ginger boy left and Arthur decided that in an attempt to distract himself, he would walk around a bit. He could hear muffled steps upstairs but almost nothing of the voices that where speaking so maybe he could moan later on. He'd have to ask John about that... because he found it hard to have sex without being allowed to moan.
After just a quick look around he turned the TV on, making sure to turn down the volume in case his parents started wondering how the TV could suddenly have been turned on when their son was upstairs. There was nothing on really but when he had gone through all the channels he found a show that he knew Al had been talking about. It had seemed to be a pretty funny show so he might as well give it a try while waiting.
Not really paying attention to it though he pulled up his phone and read the text Jody had sent him. She had been a bit pissed off it seemed, told him that he had to think things through and all that again but he smiled still. She really cared about him and it felt so damn good to have a friend like her. He answered with a small reassuring text, telling her that everything was fine, that they had gotten on splendidly and that he really believed John wasn't a dick because seriously, the way he had been acting in bed, if anything, showed his true colors where of the rainbow kind.
He smiled. He had gotten a text form Al as well and it was adorable. He was concerned, it said, that Arthur was sleeping at a girl's house. What if she'd do something improper to him, like making him do laundry or baking cookies. It made Arthur laugh, because Al's text was almost the same as Jody's even though he had no idea where Arthur really was, and he was being totally goofy. He answered it in the same manner, joking about that she had already tried do braid his hair and put make up on him.
By the time he was done, the door to the downstairs apartment opened and John came back in with some candy in a bowl and a great grin on his face. "Look what I got" he smiled and put it down on the small table in front of Arthur. "My grandmother was here, she still thinks I'm a kid so she always brings me candy and stuff, it's awesome... and since they thought I was sick they said I'll have to be in here all day and not come out, so that I won't infect them with my germs" He laughed and Arthur smiled even though it felt weird that John's parents didn't care more about their son than to shut him in his room when he was sick. He didn't ask about it though, they could talk about it later.
"Well then, let's not keep the sensation of coming waiting then?" he suggested instead and stood up, already pulling of the sweater again and unbuttoning his pants. John seemed thrown of for a second there, not really seeming to fully grasp the void of his luck but then nodded and started pulling his own T-shirt off, revealing his freckled skin and erect nipples.
Arthur grinned and let his underwear drop to the floor. No one would come in here anyway and he didn't mind being naked, especially not when the one he was going to have sex with made such a lovely expression from seeing him like that. John even stopped in his movements just to be able to take a good look at what was standing before him.
"Fuck you're beautiful..." he then groaned and seemed to be in a real hurry when pulling his pants of because he almost stumbled out of them. Arthur blushed, not used to hearing it anymore, but felt awfully good about himself. Well, it wasn't every day that an almost complete stranger called you beautiful was it?
"You're not so bad yourself" he admitted and gave the other one a run over with his eyes, sucking in the beauty of the male body with every breath he took. Yes, John was a very attractive young man, but there was something only about the fact that he was a man that was arousing. He just wanted to touch and feel it all underneath or atop him (didn't really matter at all which he got) and fuck was he glad that he had never tried being straight.
"Well thank you" John grinned back, looking a bit more comfortable now, from what he had done in the beginning, even though he was naked at the moment. "Shall we?"
His touch was more intense now, rough in a way as he slowly let his fingertips run down the base of Arthur's cock, making him arch his back and moan for more (because he had asked if he could and John had said it was Ok to even scream if he wanted to because the room was basically sound proof). He had planted his fingertips deep in John's scalp though and was earning moans himself, but more form pain than pleasure he suspected. His cock was dripping wet, just barely touching the other's stomach as the man bent down over him, cock rocking against the sheets underneath them both which made him moan even more than from the pain.
There was a buzzing noise from the side of the bed, a phone ringing but none of them cared much about it. John's fingertip was already searching for that one spot which would make Arthur lose his mind and suddenly he did as a finger, slick with pre-cum, slid into him with a determined push. There was a hand around his cock hindering him from coming though and even if he at that very moment hated the hand and all its fingers, he understood soon there after that if it hadn't been there he probably would have spoiled a lot of fun.
"Let.. go..!" he panted, cursing on the inside as he realized how begging he sounded, but the hand didn't let go anyway and he would just have to live with the feeling of totally loosing control of his own orgasm.
Another finger joined the first one and Arthur's eyes rolled back in their sockets, fingers gripping the gingered hair tightly so that he wouldn't just suddenly fly off of the bed, because of all the butterflies in his stomach. John didn't seem to be able to hold it that much longer either though, because even though he had just been rocking a bit against the sheets, he was panting even more than Arthur himself.
"I don't think I can wait much longer..." he moaned and buried his face in the bend of Arthur's neck, nibbling with harsh teeth against the already flushed skin. Arthur let out a desperate moan and pushed his hip up against the fingers and the inviting body, groaning even more as he felt a nudge from the other's cock and heard the reaction it brought to the younger one.
"I'm not a virgin..." he then grinned and pulled John's face up from its hiding place so that he could look into those eyes. Fuck it was confusing that he almost expected them to be blue and not green... "You can do it anytime you want and it won't hurt me"
"Oh right..." John blushed and gave ha small chuckle. He had probably forgotten too, that this wasn't with someone else. Not that it mattered that much at the moment since they both where fucking horny. Their lips met again before John could say anything more and Arthur's eager fingers reached for the other's hardness, shivers of pleasure and anticipation racing down his spine as he felt warm, pounding skin underneath his fingertips.
"You want it, so take it" he smiled into the kiss, eyes closed and fingers gently guiding the other right, enjoying every moan the ginger haired one let out, every shudder leaving the other's body.
John did as he was showed, not hesitant, but somewhat shy at first. He hadn't done this in a long fucking while and it showed, but soon he was there and Arthur suspected it was his lust that guided him from now on, not his mind. His hands where firm again, rough against his skin, nails grasping tightly as kisses where showered down Arthur's abdomen and he was sure at first that John would start sucking him again, which would have been the end of Arthur's hardness... but he was just teasing obviously, since he was nibbling just at the side of Arthur's thigh, leaving red marks where he went, and not even touching his dick.
"Come on..." Arthur groaned and tried to pull the other one away in a desperate attempt, but John just chuckled. "I thought you couldn't wait to cum you idiot?"
"Sorry, just so damn fun to tease you..."
Suddenly there was a sharp feeling of pain, followed with a thrust of pressure that left Arthur in such an enormous amount of pleasure that he had to scream, his eyes flying open in a flash of red light, body shaking with want even though he couldn't cum like he wanted to, his body thrashing at the slightest touch from John's thumb, running down the slit of his cock. But there where no mocking words coming form the ginger haired one, because he was moaning as well, eyes closed and his left hand gripping tightly around the sheets as the other one made sure, in his own ecstasy, to keep its grip on Arthur's pounding member, not letting him cum just yet.
"God..." the blond one whimpered as the first shock left his body and he relaxed into the feeling. John was still above him with his eyes kept closed and Arthur smiled at the sight. He was probably not moving so that he could hinder himself from coming to quickly, but he didn't seem to understand that to Arthur, it didn't really matter if they kept going for an hour or just a couple of seconds more. He gently reached up and pulled the surprised teen closer, gently kissing down his neck while keeping his smile. "John..." he then whispered, softly into the other's ear. "Cum with me..."
The younger one let out a groan and tried to no, but was forced still by the deep kiss he was given. His hip moved again, making them both gasp for air and break apart, Arthur slowly sinking back against the pillows with bliss on his mind, fingers deeply buried in the locks of the other until he felt a sharp burning sensation somewhere between his thighs, followed by a low moan and the easing of pressure along his cock.
He had not control of his own body as his head was pushed back by the sudden sensation of climaxing, his fingers almost ripping to harshly in the locks of hair closest to them and his entire body arching upwards in seconds. He could hear the moan which left his mouth but the one coming from John was even deeper, taking hold of him and making him cum even more, the hot white liquid leaving marks on the other one's naked torso before he collapsed on top of Arthur's.
They lay like that for minutes it seemed, Arthur breathing heavily under the weight of the panting teen and John trying to get himself together quickly enough to get off of the other before suffocating him right there on the spot. Eventually he managed to roll off, leaving them both grinning on their backs, totally out of it but at ease.
"We have to do that again" came John's voice from somewhere in the shadows and Arthur nodded, grinning widely but not able to turn over to see the other's expression. He chose to just listen to the total satisfaction in his voice instead. That and the fact that he wanted to do it again was proof enough that he had liked what they had just done.
"Is it OK if I sleep here tonight then?" Arthur yawned, already falling asleep it seemed and he had no idea how long ago it was that any of them had spoken. He didn't get an answer though and he managed to open his eyes slightly, throwing a look at the younger one to see if he was alright. He was sleeping soundly as any kid and Arthur chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes..."
...
"He isn't answering..." Al explained to his coach and the man's face grew even redder than it had been some seconds ago. Al didn't really care though because he knew perfectly well that it wasn't HIS fault that John had not shown up for practice, nor that he hadn't called in sick or even told Al himself where he was going. If he left school for some reason before practice, he always used to at least send a text about it. "Look" he started again before the man got a chance to blow up in his face. "I've tried calling him like five times and he is not picking up, he might be sleeping since he might be feeling bad, what do I know? Besides, practice is over and I have no intention of sticking around just because you're telling me to call him over and over again... he's a big boy and he can take care of himself" With that, he turned around and left without at all listening to the shouts of curses or foul tempered sentences thrown at his back. He just wanted to get home and watch a movie, drink some coke and hope to God he didn't die out of boredom.
The text from Lauren, asking if he wanted to fuck her in the bathroom like old times, he had completely ignored when he got it. He was planning on texting her when he was already at home, telling her that he was sorry but his phone died before practice. He had therefore been very careful not to have to go back through the school and hurried towards the bus so that she wouldn't see him from the windows if she was waiting for him.
When he had successfully dodged every place she might be hiding, he pulled his cell up to see if he had gotten any more texts from Arthur, he had and he smiled to himself. At least Arthur could joke about it all as if noting was wrong. That was a good thing. He sent a quick response and then called the number to Matt's apartment. Need you little brother...
"Yeah hello?" someone answered at the other side of the line and Al was a bit thrown back by the fact that it was not the voice of his brother he heard. He must have waited too long because the person on the other side cleared his throat and sounded annoyed. "Hello? If you're just calling to shit with us again I'm fucking telling you to fucking stop it!"
"No no" Al hurried and felt a bit bad about seeming like a stalker. "I was calling for Matthew? I'm his brother, Al"
"Oh, sorry" the other voice smiled and told him to wait. A couple of seconds later there was a weird, ruffling sound and Al smiled as he heard the laugh of his younger brother through the phone.
"Hi, Al? Is that really you?" came his happy voice and Al couldn't help but get a knob in his stomach. It seemed as if though the first of July was too fucking far away. He couldn't wait to just wrap his arms around the little kid again.
"Yeah, it's me" he reassured and chuckled. "Who else would it be? How have you been kiddo?"
The journey home was not at all that bad when you had the company of the little idiot on the phone with you. The spoke about home, about the upcoming party after school ended. They talked about what Matt wanted for his birthday and what they would be eating, about how Matt was doing in school and the fact that he had started to notice form his mother's frequent calls that she was missing him.
"And how are things working with Arthur?" he asked, always so keen, hearing about it since their mother wasn't really telling him anything about it. It was always very sweet of him how much time he actually spent on idolizing his cousin which he had never met. "Is he still super awesome?"
"Yeah" Al admitted and grinned as he stepped through the front door, ignoring his mother's call to welcome him home. "He's giving me all these advices and stuff, totally cool, and he has a great sense of music style actually. I mean, not really that I would listen that much to punk, but he showed me some good stuff the other day that I quite liked... I think you'd totally like it"
"I bet I would" Matt said and Al was sure he was doing his regular, dreamy face. So damn adorable. "By the way, don't tell mom but I cut and colored my hair, haha!"
"I know you did, remember?" Al sighed and shook his head before walking up the stairs and slamming the door behind him, better to talk in private even though it made his mom furious, than sit in the living room and having to hear her yelling at him so that he had to hang up. "You called me when I was at a dinner with Lauren's parents and told me you would, you where drunk... called me gay, ring any bells?"
"Oh... I must have been totally out of it..." his brother responded and Al could hear the other guy, in the background, laugh his ass off, earning a "Shut up!" from Matt. "Look I'm sorry about that..." his brother than said and the sincerity in that voice washed all the bad feelings away.
"Nah, it's ok Mattie" he smiled back and lay down on his bed with a soft thump. "I think I might be hard for a guy anyway so it's totally cool to call me gay now I guess..."
That fact left Matthew silenced for a while before Al could hear a door closing somewhere and a lock turn. "Sorry, you said you where what?"
He smiled at his brother's shocked voice and shrugged, even though he knew perfectly well the other one couldn't see him. "I don't know..." he then admitted and popped a gum in his mouth before continuing. "I mean, I do like Lauren a lot but there has always been that part of me who wants to know if I would prefer doing it with a guy you know..."
Matt seemed to think it over, because even though he acted pretty idiotically at times, he was in fact smarter than both Al and Lauren put together. Maybe not smarter than Arthur though. "But I thought you said you had done it with a guy before? Can't you just tell by that time if you liked it more or something?"
"Not like I even liked the guy..." Al admitted and sat up again, not knowing how to lay comfortably when talking about things like this. "He was a damn psycho... besides, you can't just have sex with one person in your entire life and think that the sex you have with him or her will be just like the sex you would ever have with someone else..."
"Then maybe, what you're looking for isn't another guy to have sex with?" Matt suggested and somehow it sounded as if though he had taken refuge form his friend in the bathroom or something. "Maybe what you really want is to be with someone else than Lauren? Or are you trying to say that you really are interested in another guy already?"
Al hesitated and closed his eyes. He had always wanted to talk will Matt about this, because he knew that his brother would always be there for him no matter what. But to go into details might be to go too far, even with him? He was in a great need of talking about it with someone though...
"I don't know if I' interested in a guy..." he finally said and rubbed his left temple. "I mean... yes, I think I will eventually have to break up with Lauren because let's face it, we always fight these days and I don't feel like having sex with her anymore... I don't even feel like hanging out with her and it makes me feel like such a bad person. She deserves someone much better than me who can really take care of her in a better way that I will... but I can't really tell her that, can I?"
"I guess not..." Matt sighed. "But maybe you'll have to because it is the way you feel? I've heard that if you wanna break up with someone, you'll just have to do it and tell them truthfully how you feel about the whole thing... And if you are falling for another guy Al, it means you're totally not ready for a relationship, at least not with Lauren... since you are falling for someone else."
Well that totally made sense. Al wanted to thank the younger one for the advice, but he could hear him talking to his friend again, both of them laughing at some lame joke that only people their age (which was just a couple of years younger) would find funny. So instead of becoming all emotional he excused himself and lied about their mother calling for him downstairs. He promised Matthew though that he was going to call him back soon again and then that was it with the conversation.
When he came back downstairs, his mother was putting left overs of the meatloaf she wad made in a plastic container, she seemed a bit angry at something which he could only guess what it was and he didn't feel the urge to ask her about it.
"Where is your cousin?" she asked when he was about to make himself a sandwich, because clearly the food had not been for him. He didn't answer her right away, mostly because he didn't know what to say. She didn't like it when her own kids spent time at friend's houses on school nights and Arthur wouldn't make any difference.
"He's at a friend's house" he then admitted as he was pouring hot water over his tealeaves. "He texted me at lunchtime or something... telling me they have some big test coming up and they needed to study for it" he then added, lying for the sake of his cousin's ass.
Diane's mouth tightened around her teeth but she only nodded back at him, knowing that it had not been his fault for the kid to run away at least. "I'm going out with the girls" she then said as if the previous conversation never happened. If you could even call that a conversation. Al knew she was lying but he didn't care. She could think she had it all planned out the way she wanted it but one day he would use it against her if he needed to, and he wouldn't feel bad about it at all.
"Have fun" he just smiled and she looked genuinely surprised but happy at this small proof of affection. He rarely did smile at her, he realized and therefor smiled some more. "I'll make me some dinner so you don't have to worry about me"
"You can take some of the meatloaf if you want to honey" she purred and gave him a wet, lipstick kiss on the cheek before advancing to the door and off she was... to see some creep with a lot of money and a tiny cock, probably. Or maybe it had to be big to satisfy her and her ginormous ego.
He didn't touch the meatloaf. Instead he took some more bread and seated himself in front of the TV a couple of minutes later, satisfied with the little he could master on his own. He wished he could get out of this house soon enough. Maybe he should have gone away to study somewhere else? Instead of getting stuck in this hell hole... but then he wouldn't have met Arthur and that would be pretty heartbreaking.
By the time all the movies had ended and a thousand boring series had begun, he had swallowed too much tea and coke for his stomach to be feeling very well and the plate of sandwiches lay empty before him. He sighed and looked around for anything funny to do but there seemed to be nothing... there where no movies he had never seen before, no movies he hadn't even seen less than two times, there where no video games that he wasn't fucking tired of and his head was hurting. Sleep maybe?
He got up and took the staircase in some quick steps, misjudging the last one and fell only to quickly get up again and brush invisible dust off of his clothes as if nothing had happened. Well in the comfort zone of his own room he looked down at the empty madras on the floor and moped a bit about the fact that he was alone again. He might as well make Arthur's bed so that I would be comfortable the next night when he was going to sleep in it again.
The sheets smelled like deodorant for men and Arthur. It was actually pretty amazing that the scent stayed in the fabric for such a long time after you had actually slept in it. It made hi wonder what his bed smelled like but he realized as he buried his nose in it that it smelled too much of Lauren for his taste. How could he not have noticed that the night before?
Oh right, him and Arthur had been lying up, talking all night so he had probably been distracted by that. He didn't have the energy to change sheets in his bed either, so he sighed and slithered down onto the madras below, wrapping himself in soft sheets which smelled like Arthur. It was comforting... like when the other one had hugged him when he had been out...
His phone gave a buzz and he instantly pulled int out of his pocket, it was otherwise positioned too close to his dick. He had been hoping it would be from Arthur but the remembered that he had forgotten to answer Lauren about his cell losing battery. He sighed and gave her a call, she seemed totally pissed of.
"You're such a fucking dick head, do you know that?" was the first thing she said to him when she answered and he didn't even bother to talk back or answer her, knowing from the deep breath she took that she had been saving up for this. "First you don't answer me for hours but I think, hey, maybe he was just held up at practice, then that maybe something happened to you and you are lying hurt somewhere or that your cell is turned off or something... but then I get a call from David, saying that you said you don't even care if I stand here naked and wait for you all evening, is that true?"
The silence that followed hurt his ears. He closed his eyes and just wanted to sink deeper into the smell of someone else but her, but her angry breathing hindered him from it. "I never even talked to the guy about it Lauren..." he eventually said, as her words had sunk in enough in his brain for him to fully understand them. "The coach was furious because John didn't show up for practice so he had me call him like a thousand times, even after practice was over... I was so totally tired when I finally left and then Mattie called me... I would have called you as soon as I hung up but my mom went bitching about Arthur not being home yet and I fell asleep in front of the TV when she left. I'm sorry..."
She was quiet for a couple of second, seeing to think his words though but then she sighed. "I'm sorry too baby..." she said and she really sounded as if she was telling the truth. "I just got so disappointed because you didn't show and didn't give me an answer either... and then that perv showed up at the bathroom after calling me and said he could fuck me instead and I was totally creeped out... tried to call you but I guess you where talking to Matt then because I couldn't reach you..."
"I'll kick his ass tomorrow..."
"It's really ok Al..." she assured and he could hear her smile. "I kicked him in the balls and told him to back the hell away from me so I don't think he will have such a good time with his girlfriend tonight anyway. That's satisfying enough for me"
"You're so evil.." he grinned, even though he didn't really feel the pride he should be feeling about his own girlfriend taking care of herself in a situation like that, especially standing up to a guy like David, he was huge. He pushed the non existing feeling away though and kept listening to her talking about what she had done since she came home. She had been pissed of course but he could hear that she had forgiven him already, since she was laughing at her own foolishness (she had trashed a teddy he had given her at a fair once).
"So what are you doing now..?" she asked after a while, her voice soft and cosy in his tired ear. He sighed a little, cuddling into the sheets entirely before answering, starting to remove his clothes.
"I'm lying naked in my bed" he lied and chuckled at her playful gasp. This was the least he could do for her after leaving her completely alone in the dark school. "What are you doing?"
She laughed a little, keeping quiet so that her parents wouldn't hear her he suspected. She'd never said anything about things like that. "You're so naughty Mr." she answered and he could hear her shifting, maybe listening for someone, as if suspecting her mother by the door. He had never thought about stuff like that before. The risk of someone finding out about it was more arousing anyway. "Well, truth be told, I'm in my bed too..."
She was moaning just seconds afterwards, her frail, trembling voice sounding distant to him at first. When he finally realized he hadn't been paying attention, just moaned with her as if on repeat, she was on the edge of coming it sounded. He smiled at the thought that maybe there where other's like him, who had phone sex and just pretended to cum, pretended they enjoyed it so that the other person could have their fun.
"What are you thinking about baby" she suddenly gasped and he bit his lip, letting out a soft moan just to buy himself some time. What did he usually think about while doing stuff like this? Well, usually he would jerk off and the words would come automatically but seeing as he hadn't even pulled his boxers off...
"You baby" he answered, hurrying to at least start stroking himself. He knew he'd get hard quickly. After all, having sex with her was still good so he could just think about that. Or maybe he'd think about having sex with a guy this time. He had thought about it a couple of times and that had set him off pretty quickly. And when the thought was there, he couldn't get it out anyway so he had to just go with it. "Your fucking hot body..." he mumbled which caused her to moan again.
Rough fingertips against my skin...
"Your soft lips kissing mine..."
Someone holding me much tighter than she does... Hands touching me where the best spots are because he knows where to touch... he's done it before...
"Tell me more baby" she gasped and he swallowed. It was best to try to keep the thoughts calm and composed because they would otherwise run away from him all too quickly. She was moving a lot, probably looking for something in one of the boxes with toys, that woman must have everything. She suddenly started moaning again and he took a deep breath before gently letting his thumb slide off the tip of his cock.
"Your lips around my cock baby..." he gasped and felt his head spin with images.
Hands gripping my hips, pushing agains me... taste of sweet and salt in my mouth, fingers slick and warm against his body... Oh fuck I don't even care if this HE would want to fuck ME... he can have his damn fingers inside me for all I care...
He took a deep breath and bit his lip, eyes closing at the hot sensation pounding through his body. She was on the edge, but she had drawn it out so that she would be able to hear him more, he knew that. She always wanted him to moan, but to be honest he had mostly been moaning for her sake anyway. Moans didn't come naturally for him in that way, not like they did with her.
"What do you want me to do for you baby?" she whispered, so close to the mike that he could hear every breath she drew, like a storm against his ear. He didn't like this whole "baby" crap anymore either. It didn't really sound as if she was thinking about him when she didn't even call him by his name. But maybe that was what people do when they where in bed with each other, so that they wouldn't say the same name by mistake.
"Blow me"
Fingers inside me...
They slid in easier than he would have imagined, causing a jolt of both pleasure and pain to surge though his entire body, starting at his spine, quickly to reach his brain like a cold bucket of could water.
"Fuck..." he moaned and bit down on the sheets, the smell suddenly so overwhelming that he almost came, eyes rolling back in their sockets. She said something but her words where lost to him and she didn't get mat so she probably didn't even care. He hardly dared pushing them further in, but he tried a little bit, moaning even more and wanting to faint from the sensation because FUCK it was good. Within seconds he lay there panting for air into the pillow smelling of hair gel and Arthur, smiling more than he had in hours, cum spilt in his hand and on the sheet underneath him, too tired to move anymore.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" came her shaky voice and he could not hid his chuckle before he answered.
"You have no idea..."
She laughed a little too, then yawned. It was obvious they both needed their sleep and she said goodnight just a couple of seconds later without them exchanging any more words. That was the nice part about Lauren; sometimes she just understood him. And if she just understood him enough then, she was perfect.
He lay there for a while with the cell in his hand, not quite fully grasping what he had just done or how fucking good it had made him feel. He looked down at the phone in wonder and then threw it aside, grinning down into the pillow again, the room now smelling of cum as well. He hadn't thought much about the smell before, but surely he liked it...
"Good night Arthur..." he whispered, mostly out of habit since he knew he wouldn't get an answer anyway. It felt comforting though, to at least get to say it and then pretend the other one had just fallen asleep. The smiled didn't wipe from Al's cheeks even as the minutes passed and sleep started taking him. He yawned and pulled the blanket tighter around himself, not bothering to close the window which had been open all day. This had been a good day, even if Arthur had not been much in it. It would have been better if he had been though.
...
Arthur woke up sometime in the middle of the night, totally sore and his head aching. He should really have taken a glass of water before just falling asleep like that. There was sticky white stuff on his stomach still, kept sticky by his body heat against the sheets. He sat up and felt completely awake, touch shit to have to go to school today and all. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see something in the dusk but there was nothing he could focus his eyes on, eyes which felt dry as deserts with eyelids heavy as led.
He got up quietly, not to wake the sleeping boy next to him, who was hugging a pillow sweetly. He didn't need to wake that one, who had told his parents he was sick and would probably not go to school today anyway. Arthur chuckled at the thought and then rejoiced at the fact that all his clothes where still on the floor in the living room outside. That meant he wouldn't have to look around so much in the bedroom for them, causing so much noise that he'd wake the younger one up.
Quietly he left the room and started dressing, feeling the chill from an open window as he did so, goosebumps covering his body instantly. He had quite liked the sex they had shared the night before. There was nothing wrong at all with how John did things in bed, quite the opposite, but it had felt weird in the back of his mind. Which he of course had tried to ignore while they where in bed together. Maybe it was because he didn't even know the guy that well, but that had never stopped him before.
When he had gotten dressed properly and found his bag, he wrote a quick letter to John and left the small apartment. Well upstairs he half panicked since he couldn't remember the way out but soon enough he was outside the front door, out the entrance and heading away from the rich neighborhood. It gave him the creeps somehow, being around rich people. If anyone saw him they would probably think he was a rapist or something, maybe a prostitute, call the police on him.
Fuck... he suddenly cursed inwardly as he walked down the street, knowing which way he should take to get to the school at least. I have to write Francis that damn letter or he will definitely find me...
Now I hope the ones who didn't want to read that sex part managed to jump it well in time before your eyes got burnt? I am sorry for it, truly but it is essential to the storyline and I could not remove it, even if I lost all of my readers.
So anyway,
There are a lot of unanswered questions in this chaper, I am sure, questions which would take me years, or at least page after page to answer for you ;) for example; what will dear Tom say about the paper his student just handed in to him? And will Arthur come home and find Al sleeping on his bed? Will Francis find his ex lover or will Arthur finally get his act together and face his past on his own? There are so many questions and so little time ;)
Hope I'll see you in a couple of days.
Yours truly,
Codes