Chapter 2 – Mal
WARNING – major bullying in the last scene – non-con touching among a motley of other bad things – see endnotes for more details.
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Where Chad had been worried about walking to dinner, used to darting through shadows and running despite the obvious break in decorum, next to Jay things seemed easier. The guy walked with an ambling sort of stroll that was completely unbothered, his posture loose and hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze constantly shifting over their surroundings in a quiet perusal most people would miss if they weren't actively looking for it.
Chad was so lost subtly watching Jay that he didn't catch the moment they had company, a new voice breaking in and startling the shit out of Chad.
"So," a girl drawled, making Chad twitch so hard he almost fell over. "This is your tutor?"
"Gus, Mal," Jay said, waving a lazy hand in the new girl's direction. She had purple hair. Her hair was purple and she wasn't alone – two other kids had joined them, all of them dressed as eccentrically as Jay was, though the other two seemed content to hold back. "Mal, this is Gus, he's actually good at making this Auradon shit understandable."
"Heard you had a problem, Gus," Mal said, raking a gaze over his body and seeming unimpressed with what she saw. "A kind of problem we might be able to help with."
"I know there's a cost," Chad said, trying to cut to the point because Jay wasn't a person who beat around the bush and his friends likely wouldn't be either. "But I can pay it."
"He's not going to do our homework for us," Jay cut in before Mal could reply. "I already tried that, he's too good."
"Whatever," Mal huffed, rolling her eyes. "I guess if he's as good a teacher as you say he is, this will be worth the effort."
"He is," Jay assured, offering Chad a small grin that made the prince feel warm inside. "And we get the bonus of fucking with Fritz, so-"
"Why the fuck didn't you lead with that?" Mal drawled. "I've been waiting for an excuse to move on that shithead ever since he led Evie on."
"He hurt one of your friends too?" Chad asked, a surge of cool rushing down his spine. "Did… he didn't um- touch her, did he?"
"Couldn't get him to if she tried, dumb shit," Mal muttered under her breath. "Why? He try to rape you or something?"
"Um." Chad felt sweat begin to build up on the back of his neck, his chest beginning to feel warm. "No, but um- he uh, he touches me, sometimes, w-where he shouldn't and um- kisses my neck-"
"Fucking hell," Mal muttered. "If anyone should be on the Isle, it's him. He'd fit right in."
"Maybe?" Chad offered. "I think minor offenders go to juvie, though."
He tried not to think about the Isle too much, mostly because his grandfather wouldn't allow him much access to it. He barely heard reference of it in Sardinia, and his grandfather had restricted all of Chad's devices from being able to look into it. He didn't have a tv to watch the news with – his grandfather removing the one that had come with his room, and Chad had already been warned away from the library computers.
It made him wonder what was so bad about the Isle that made his grandfather want to protect him from it, but he seemed to think that any information on the subject would negatively affect Chad's 'delicate constitution' or whatever.
"Figures," Mal huffed. "Well, we'll work with what we've got." With that, she finally turned to look him in the eyes, piercing him with a fierce glare. "You know the deal, right? Help me and Jay with our stupid ass schoolwork and in return, we'll take care of this problem for you." She narrowed her eyes in thought. "In fact, I want you to be our resource for more than just schoolwork. If we have questions about Auradon, you'll answer them. Be our guide, if you will, and in exchange I'll offer you protection services until Fritz is out of the picture."
"Y-Yeah, I can do that," Chad said, not believing his good luck. "I can- I can do all of that, Miss Mal."
"Miss Mal," Mal echoed with a scoff. "You're almost as bad as fucking Ben." Chad didn't know who this Ben person was, but they didn't seem to like him much despite the fact that Ben seemed to put a lot of effort into them. At least – if what Jay said was anything to go by. "It's just Mal, four eyes."
"Right," Chad said, pushing his fake glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was fortunate that he didn't actually need them or else Chad would be blind half the time, considering the frequency with which Fritz broke them. "I'm Gus."
"Well, Gus," Mal sighed. "This is Carlos and Evie," she motioned to the two teens behind them. "You'll be helping them with any problems they have but they're actually smart, so they won't need your help with tutoring."
"You're smart too, Mal," Evie sighed, looking very, very pretty, if somewhat edgy for a typical Auradon teen. Chad wondered if that was why Fritz had blown her off. "If you just applied yourself-"
"I've got bigger things to focus on," Mal said with a roll of her eyes. "Honestly, you're starting to sound like Ben."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Whatever," Mal muttered. "Buck up, Gus, you're about to start earning your keep. Step one, you get to explain what all the shit on the buffet is."
"Um… okay?" Chad said, wondering if they were hazing him. Jay's ignorance he could understand as the teen was obviously from Agrabah, but the others… well, maybe they were from Arendelle or something, one of the far north kingdoms whose cultures differed from Auradon's and Sardinia's.
"Teach them not to put up signs," Mal grumbled, and then they moved unto the breach, Chad safely surrounded by his four new business partners, he guessed.
Mal hadn't been kidding about explaining the buffet. She even had Chad explain the drinks' station and the salad bar like she was genuinely interested in his answers, not like Fritz who sometimes made Chad do this because he was such a know it all who couldn't help but show off all the time.
No, this time he had a rapt audience who took his explanations with thoughtful nods, making Chad wonder if they'd come from a really traditional background where they didn't have buffets. It didn't explain the outfits, though.
Chad didn't know what to think of it. Maybe their parents were traditionalists but they'd rebelled against it for their own unique fashions? It sort of made sense.
"You need more food," Mal declared before plopping another spoonful of mashed potatoes onto his plate before moving to do the same for Carlos.
"Sorry," Chad said. "I usually have to eat fast."
"Well, now we don't," Mal said. "So you don't, so we're going to enjoy this shit while we can."
"O-Okay," Chad said before he followed Jay towards a table near the back exit, safely buffered by two walls.
"Yeah," Jay said when he noticed Chad scanning the immediate vicinity for Fritz or his friends. "It took us a bit to get used to it too. All this open space, no cover – it's fucking stupid."
"It's fucking Auradon, is what it is," Mal muttered, her and Jay seeming to take the positions on the outside of their set up next to the empty chairs while Evie, Carlos, and Chad were safely bracketed between them. "They don't need to be on guard all the time because they're so damn sure of their safety." She huffed a stray curl out of her face. "Assholes."
"Assholes who are feeding us," Evie reminded Mal with a gentle sort of prod. "Good food, even."
"Yeah, the food's pretty nice," Chad agreed, still trying to get used to this socializing thing. "I've always liked it when I got a chance to eat it."
"It's when you say that kind of shit that reminds me why you're sitting with us," Mal noted with an unhappy frown. "Heads up boys and girls, looks like the show's about to get started."
Chad tensed, wondering what she was actually referring to and felt his stomach fill with ice when he noticed Fritz walking across the dining hall like he owned the join, tray clutched in both hands and eyes locked on the empty seat next to Mal.
"I can- I can go," Chad said, his gaze darting over towards the door. "It's okay, I've got some food in my room."
"You're not going anywhere," Mal muttered. "My associates have never been scared of anything, and that's not going to start now."
That was great in theory, but Mal didn't seem to understand just how unpleasant Fritz could be, and Chad was scrambling for a way to communicate this, his words feeling jumbled in his throat, when-
Movement, a fast flash that Chad couldn't entirely process, but one moment Fritz was gliding towards them and then the next he was tripping, falling face-first into his very full tray of food, his drink spilling everywhere.
There was a moment of profound silence, and then some of his friends rushed to help him while Mal cackled under her breath, leaning against Evie's shoulder with a wheeze.
"Dumbass tripped on his shoelaces," she gasped, giggling with glee. "He should learn to fucking tie them like, I dunno, a barbarian, I guess."
"Very nice," Evie hummed, like Mal had anything to do with it.
As though sensing Chad's confusion, Jay companionably bumped shoulders with Chad. "Go ahead and enjoy your dinner. That dude's not coming over here any time soon."
This was emphasized by more of Mal's cackles, tears of mirth seeming to build in her eyes. In light of that, Chad decided to take advantage of the respite while he was offered it and enjoy the food of Auradon Prep at a more sedate pace. He may as well, given that rare stroke of luck.
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Somehow, Chad's fortune held out through breakfast too, because Fritz managed to trip during that as well.
At lunch, the lackey he'd sent to accidentally spill food on Chad twisted his ankle and covered himself in chili, and at dinner Marnie and her two friends slipped on something and ended up wearing the meals they'd been carrying.
None of them got even close to Mal's table, and the purple-haired teen laughed them off every time, sometimes going as far as to clap at their misfortune.
"That's um- not very nice, Mal," Chad said, despite being happy that for once it wasn't him that had to make the walk of shame back to his room.
"Good thing I'm not a very nice person," Mal laughed, blowing air kisses to Fritz whenever the prince aimed a glare at their table, adding in a wink for good measure when she was feeling particularly victorious.
"Aw, don't say that," Chad said, feeling his brows furrow together. "You're super nice to your friends."
"New rule," Mal said, rolling her eyes. "You can't talk about how nice we are. Compliments may only be given to our devious and frightful ways."
"Why?" Chad asked, aiming the question at Jay. "You deserve compliments for being nice. You don't have to fall into whatever rebellious category you think you do just to get by."
"You know, I didn't believe it when you said he didn't know who we are," Carlos spoke up. "But now I get it."
"See?" Jay said, causing Chad to sigh and dig back into his food, seeing as he would get no answers from them. Jay didn't like talking about his past and Mal was always quick to remind Chad that they weren't really friends so his questions were not welcome there, so Chad gave up and decided to take the good things as he got them. It wasn't often that life felt like being that kind.
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Life with Chad's new business arrangement was a bit of an adjustment. One of the first things Mal did was create a schedule so Chad was never alone when he walked to each of his classes, and in some instances, he shared classes with Carlos or Evie, which meant he actually had someone to sit with for once instead of being shoved in the back like the shunned loser he was. After school, Chad would tutor Mal during Jay's Tourney practice, and afterwards he would tutor Jay when he was riding his post-Tourney high, his hair slightly damp from the showers and tousled with an effortless sort of appeal that Chad usually only saw in shampoo commercials.
Every time it was just Chad and Jay, the Agraben would goad Chad into wearing the letterman jacket he'd been given, and at first Chad thought it was a taunt, but then he realized that Jay really did like it when Chad was dressed up in his stuff for some reason.
"It's just better," he'd say after stealing Chad's blue knit hat and replacing it with one his own crimson ones. "Evie knitted it herself. It will give you actual insulation. Help retain body heat and all that."
"Hey, you're remembering your biology stuff!" Chad would chirp in a quiet sort of victory, and then Jay would roll his eyes before nudging Chad towards the next set of flash cards.
Finally, he had people he could eat with. Finally, he had people he could compare notes and homework with. Finally, he had a reason to go see the Tourney games, even though he hadn't worked his way up to standing with Mal and Evie yet, but the crowds were big enough and the hype of Friday strong enough that no one really paid him any mind.
It was worth it to see Jay in action. Jay, who Chad couldn't stop tracking if he tried.
"You did a really good job at the game," Chad said during their Sunday afternoon study session, Evie off trying to coax Mal towards the wonders of brunch while Carlos hung out with Dopey's kid. "Especially that score in the third quarter."
Jay, not having expected this response, perked up. "You saw the game?"
Chad ducked his head, willing away his flush because this wasn't a big deal. "Yeah," he said. "It was-"
"I thought you never went to Tourney games," Jay cut in.
At that point, Chad had to blush, because Jay remembered that meaningless detail. "I um- didn't. I didn't have anyone to watch before, and I mean, I knew Fritz was busy then, so I'd use that time to catch up on-"
"You came to watch me?" Jay interrupted, like this was a big deal. Like he wasn't the most amazing Tourney player on the entire team. "To watch us?"
"Yes," Chad said, trying to roll his eyes the way Mal did sometimes and mostly feeling stupid when he was done. "It's not a big- oof."
Between one moment and the next, Chad found himself dragged into Jay's lap on the bed, the other teen grinning at him like a sort of maniac.
"Jay," Chad said, flushing dark. "What are you doing?"
"Hugging you," Jay chirped. "Evie suspects you want cuddles but will never ask for them, I figured now was a good time to test that hypothesis."
Chad was somewhat embarrassed to have a pretty girl like Evie pay enough attention to him to accurately deduce as much, and as such, a terrible warmth blossomed in his cheeks.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Chad grumbled, trying, and likely failing so very hard, to play this off.
"Positive reinforcement," Jay replied with a grin. "You did a thing you normally wouldn't do for me-"
"Using positive reinforcement proves that you're kind," Chad said in a rush, a lightbulb going off inside his head. "Which means you aren't as bad as you think you are for whatever reason."
"Oh, sweet evil," Jay groaned, as though to prove Chad wrong. "Could you just let that drop for a moment?"
"Why should I?" Chad countered. "It proves that- Jay," he whined when the Agraben started nuzzling him.
"We are business associates," Jay declared, squeezing him close. "Therefore it makes sense to maintain an amicable relationship to ensure seamless transactions."
"We could, you know, just be friends," Chad reminded him.
"But we're not," Jay hummed. "We're associates. Now, tell me how you want to be cuddled and all that shit."
Chad felt his face heat in a new wave of embarrassment. "I'm fine."
"I'm going to have to start guessing if you don't say anything," Jay hummed. "Evie said it and Evie is always right, therefore I know you want cuddles."
"Again," Chad murmured, heart pounding hard in his chest. "I'm fine."
"What about this?" Jay asked, shifting Chad in a seamless movement until Chad was straddling his lap facing him, Chad's hands settled on his shoulders and Jay's hands on his hips and-
Chad hadn't known he was attracted to guys until that moment, because being with Jay like this, being this close – it was more than he'd ever managed with Marnie. It was something he knew he should probably never indulge in as a prince, but Jay was looking at him like he was something special, and that flooded Chad with a heat he had gotten used to ignoring.
"Jay," he whined, shifting pitifully and conscious of the thick cords of muscle pressing up into his thighs.
"Wanna do a little more than cuddling?" Jay asked with a quirk of his brows. "Our study sessions been going pretty well. I don't think Mal would get mad at us for kissing some."
"You want to kiss me?" Chad squawked before he could think better of it.
"Of course," Jay said like this was a completely natural thing. "You're cute and smart – two qualities I greatly enjoy in a person."
"I'm not cute," Chad huffed, wishing his length wouldn't twitch in interest when referred to as such by a good-looking guy. "I'm plain and um… chubby."
"The fuck you are," Jay huffed, and then he was shifting Chad again until he was curled up sideways in his lap, deftly pushing up the hem of Chad's shirt and sweater until he could expose the illusioned muffin top the concealment enchantment projected.
It was a strange thing, because while Chad could feel all input against that fake stomach, his actual abdomen as much more toned, meaning that the magic sort of made up the difference, he guessed.
"You are cute as a button," Jay said, stroking the fake squishy stomach. "And so what if you have some meat on your bones? That's a very attractive quality where I'm from – means you're a good provider."
Chad supposed that made sense, but he was more concerned with how Jay continued to stroke just above the waist of his pants, his fingers dancing against the material before shifting upwards to squeeze and caress Chad's fake stomach.
"Now," Jay continued, seeming enraptured. "Do you wanna kiss, or not? 'Cuz I can see that semi you're sporting, and I wanna get my hand on that bad boy if you're amendable."
"You don't- you don't have to," Chad insisted, flushing dark.
"But I want to," Jay sang. "And I think you want to as well. So, you up for this?"
"Um." Chad's mind raced, but when else would he get the chance to do this? Part of him couldn't help but worry that this was another one of Fritz's elaborate plots, but he was pretty sure the Southern Isles' prince wouldn't have taken a trayful of food to his face just for the sake of luring Chad into a false sense of security, and Marnie had never gone past hand holding with him, forget wanting more. "Okay."
"Yes," Jay murmured, wasting no time unzipping Chad's pants while he kissed the side of his neck. "Let me know if I do something you don't like."
"Jay," Chad whined, because the Agraben already had a hand inside his pants and Chad was struggling to process the fact that someone else was willingly touching him, let alone someone as handsome as Jay.
"Yes, that is my name," Jay hummed, and then he was kissing Chad properly, something that left the prince breathless and pliant, melting like puddy in Jay's hands, because what else could he do in the wake of such affection?
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That study session set the tone for the rest of them, which Chad would later learn was a running theme with Jay.
Every day when they finished up their homework Jay would get that suggestive look in his eye, fluttering his lashes hopefully like Chad was doing him a favor until they inevitably started making out. It was a bit comforting that Jay didn't seem entirely experienced either, though Chad wouldn't know why that would be, considering how good looking he was. Come to think of it, a lot of other students at Auradon Prep seemed to avoid Mal and her crew.
It was a mystery to Chad, who found all of them to be perfectly likeable. He spent a lot of time hoping he wasn't the reason for their social exclusion, though when he confessed as much to Jay the other teen spent like, two solid minutes laughing until small tears trickled from the corner of his eyes that he ended by kissing Chad senseless.
"You are just- the cutest," Jay declared before pulling Chad into his lap. "I promise, our 'social exclusion' or whatever has nothing to do with you."
"Just- let me know if that changes," Chad said, letting one of his hands brush through Jay's silky locks.
"I wouldn't do anything different," Jay said before kissing Chad again, this one softer, more practiced.
Of course, it wasn't all one sided. They got to a point where Chad asked if it was okay for him to um- touch Jay too.
"What?" Jay asked, seeming confused by the question.
"Can I um- you know," Chad said, motioning to Jay's groin. "I would- I would also like to um- you know, touch you."
Jay stared at him blankly. "You want to touch my dick."
"Yes," Chad said, entirely embarrassed by Jay's crude delivery.
For once, this didn't seem like an intentional attempt to rile Chad. "My dick?" Jay echoed, like he couldn't believe it. "Look, you don't have to-"
"I want to," Chad interrupted, and then for once he took a page from Jay's book and just sort of went for it.
The end result was the discovery that um- Jay was- he was large, and he made very pretty faces when Chad carefully groped between his legs.
"Shit," Jay hissed, rutting his hips up hopefully.
"Could I unzip your pants?"
"Fuck yes, you can," Jay gasped, and a few minutes later Chad had an actual dick in his hand. He had Jay's dick in his hand, as in, it was- it was another dude's and it was big and flushed and twitchy, and Jay kept letting out these little moans while Chad flooded with more and more warmth.
"Wow," Chad said distractedly, taking Jay in. "Just- wow."
"W-Way to stroke a guy's ego," Jay huffed. "Now if you could actually, you know-"
"Right," Chad said, and that was how he fumbled through his first handjob, something he hoped would lead to many more handjobs because it had been such a heady and good feeling to get Jay through things.
"You have destroyed me," Jay said honestly, beckoning Chad forward into a kiss.
"Happy to return the favor," Chad said bashfully, and it probably should have been less of a surprise when Jay started fumbling with his belt.
They lasted about two weeks before Mal walked in on Jay pinning Chad against the bed, the Agraben's hands firmly down Chad's pants while they traded heated kisses.
Chad only knew she was there because she released a sound of annoyed exasperation that left both of them pulling apart with wide blinks.
"Figures," Mal muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You couldn't have done this shit with Carlos?"
"He wouldn't want to," Jay said with a pout that only made Mal roll her eyes. "And Gus is cute. Do you wanna see his dick? It's a cute dick."
"Jay," Chad said, scandalized, though at least it wasn't Evie who had walked in. Evie, who Chad thought he might actually sort of be friends with.
"I'll take your word for it," Mal deadpanned. "And you'd better update Carlos about this because I sure as shit am not going to be the one to tell him."
"Okay, fine, whatever mom," Jay huffed. "Could you leave now?"
"Watch it, welp," Mal ordered. "I came to get a progress report and if you forget to come to my room and deliver it tonight, every single one of your future study sessions is going to have an audience."
"You are so cruel," Jay moaned, his head falling back with a dramatic sigh.
"Yes," Mal hummed, wearing that pleased little grin of hers. "I know."
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It was inevitable for Chad to be cornered by Fritz eventually no matter how good Mal and the others were at protection, the blond just hadn't expected it in the middle of the school day during class. Then again, those were the only moments Chad wasn't accompanied by one of the others (at least during the periods he didn't share with Carlos or Evie), so in hindsight it was probably the best possible opportunity Fritz had to corner him.
It started off innocently, at the beginning of Chad's eighth period gym class.
"Could you run this report up to Fairy Godmother's office, de Lancret?" Coach had asked, looking apologetic. "My computer's been acting up for the past few days and I really need to get this paperwork to her asap. I'll pardon you from the rest of class if you're up for it."
It wasn't that Chad didn't like exercising, because he frequently worked out on his own – it was just that PE mostly consisted of team games which never went well for him, and he always ended up with the worst positions and bullied by both sides, though never enough for Coach to call the others out on it. The man could offer Chad excuses under the guise of running errands though. It was a kindness he didn't have to muster but he did it for Chad, so much like every other time he needed Chad to run a 'last minute' report up to Fairy Godmother's office because of 'computer troubles', Chad did it, no questions asked.
It was one of the few times he could walk the halls without fear of getting attacked. Fritz didn't know about this little arrangement, only that sometimes Chad didn't change for PE – the blond prince choosing to work on his homework instead from the safety of the sidelines. Seeing as he could pass the Auradon National Fitness Test, it wasn't like the other kids could insist that he wasn't in shape.
The drop off went swimmingly. Fairy Godmother even let him have one of the pumpkin candies from the bowl on her desk before he set off back towards the gym in an easy stroll, wondering if he could risk lingering behind today to say hello to Jay and Carlos or if he should just play it safe and wait until later. Jay had a few quizzes to review for tomorrow, so it wasn't like they wouldn't be together-
Chad had gotten so comfortable with his new protection that he wasn't braced for the prospect of a surprise attack. It was stupid – that used to be all that was ever in store for him at school, used to be his only guarantee, but he'd gotten so used to feeling safe that he was blindsided by the hand that curled around his wrist until he was yanked into some kind of storage closet.
First, he was blindsided by a swell of panic, because it had been so long since Chad had been locked in any dark closets, but then Fritz kept moving – because of course it was Fritz, his shoulders rigid and hand firm no matter how much Chad pulled.
"Think you're tough shit now, don't you?" he hissed as he dragged Chad into what must be a set of private maintenance corridors. "Fucking stooping to hanging out with transfer students – I shouldn't be surprised." He pushed into another storage room and shoved Chad against the wall, crowding him with a furious look. "But Jay? You fucking- you'd make goo goo eyes at him? Marnie, I understood, but Jay is-" He cut off with a frustrated noise.
"Jay's nice to me," Chad said, trying desperately to remember the stuff Mal and Jay had told him to do if this happened and feeling it all just sort of fly out the window. "He's kind-"
"He's a guy," Fritz snapped. "You don't like guys."
"I- I mean…" Chad didn't know where this was going. "I don't think I care either way."
There was a moment where Fritz just sort of stared at Chad like he was an incomprehensible thing, and maybe this was bad, maybe he'd fucked up, but then the other prince's expression shifted into one of cool fury.
"Here," Fritz snapped, grabbing up a water bottle from a nearby shelf and cracking it open in an easy movement. "Drink this."
"I…-why?" Chad asked, because this was new. He'd come to expect a certain kind of routine with Fritz, and this wasn't part of any of them.
"Drink it," Fritz snapped, shoving Chad against the wall.
In a startled movement, Chad went to do just that, keeping one eye on Fritz all the while.
"Faster," Fritz urged, his gaze locked on Chad's mouth for some reason, until Chad did his best to chug the bottle of lukewarm water, something he rarely indulged in. He didn't drink much during the school days to avoid needing to use the bathroom. At least, that was what he used to do. Now he could schedule bathroom breaks for moments between periods when he was with either Jay or Carlos. It had greatly opened up his options, even if he still kept his hydration to a minimum.
When Chad was finished, the other prince plucked the empty bottle from his fingers and tossed it to the side, shoving another full bottle into Chad's hand.
"Drink this too," Fritz order. "Come on."
Chad drank. He didn't know what was going on, or why Fritz wasn't just locking him in here and calling it a day. Chad jolted the few times Fritz reached up to wipe away any excess water that seemed to drip down Chad's chin, making the other prince scowl until he urged Chad to drink faster.
His stomach was beginning to feel full, and not in a comfortable way.
"This too," Fritz said, holding up a new bottle.
Chad swallowed. "Fritz…"
"Drink it," he snapped, and Chad, well… he did.
And then Fritz was tossing the empty bottle away, staring Chad down with that same expression of muted fury as before. A beat, and then he was grappling for the hem of Chad's shirt, shoving it up until his soft, illusioned stomach was exposed.
"Look at you, tubby," Fritz huffed, grabbing at that illusioned flesh and giving it a dedicated squeeze that weirdly translated to Chad's actual stomach. "Think a fat fuck like you could date someone like Jay?"
"N-No," Chad gasped, holding painfully still, hoping that if he did, Fritz would stop soon.
"Bet you're hoping for it, though," Fritz continued in a mutter. "The way you stare at him – it's embarrassing, dough boy."
"S-Stop," Chad murmured. "Stop, please?"
"Why?" Fritz pressed, one hand still aimlessly exploring Chad's stomach while the other dropped to his belt, making Chad's breath catch in his throat. "You don't want people to know you get off on being called fat?"
"What?" Chad breathed, but then Fritz was easing a hand into Chad's pants – and sure, sometimes Fritz had groped him when he really shouldn't, but this was the first time he'd actually fondled Chad's through his underwear.
"Fatty Gus here is hoping Jay's a chubby chaser," Fritz drawled while he felt Chad out through the thin material of his boxer briefs.
"I'm n-not that fat," Chad gasped, because he really wasn't. "And please stop-"
"But you're so hard," Fritz said, and belatedly Chad realized that was kind of true, but he didn't know why. He'd never gotten worked up like this when Fritz had groped him before. "Look at you get so wet from being humiliated. I'm surprised you haven't creamed your pants after all the shit I've done to you."
"Fritz, please," Chad moaned, trying to shove the other prince away from him but feeling weak – like the growing heat in his body was a direct counter to his dwindling strength, until his legs were shaking and he was so hard but Jay wasn't touching him.
"Even your dick's fat," Fritz huffed, and then he was shoving Chad's pants and underwear down in a thoughtless motion, leaning forward so he could stare at Chad's fake length. "Look at you go."
"Fritz," Chad moaned, and the other teen shuddered for some reason, likely getting off on his power before he seemed to catch himself.
"How 'bout this?" Fritz pressed. "I'll give you two choices because I'm feeling generous. Option one, I drag you out into the hall and shove you in one of the abandoned lockers so you can cry and shake until maybe the janitor finds you – but we're in the back-side hall now, so that might take a while."
"Fritz," Chad gasped, because closets were bad enough as it was, he didn't want to think about what a tight fit a locker might be. How long it would take to get out.
"It's a dangerous choice," Fritz hummed. "Considering all that water you just drank, you'll probably wet yourself before you get found." He got a thoughtful look. "On second thought, maybe I'll shove you in a princess's locker, let you deal with the shame of peeing all over a princess' personal effects. That will make you awfully popular, won't it?"
"Please, stop," Chad murmured, whimpering because Fritz seemed determined to feel every part of his length.
"Alternatively," Fritz continued, dropping his voice so he could purr his words directly into Chad's ear. "You could let me fuck you right now, and when we're done, we'll go our separate ways – no questions asked."
"No," Chad gasped, flinching back on reflex. He'd never had sex before, but he knew well enough that he didn't want his first time to be with Fritz.
The automatic response left Fritz scowling, his posture tense and gaze wide like he hadn't expected Chad to deny him so fast.
"Fine," the other prince snapped, and then he was shoving Chad back into his clothes in rough movements. It hurt, but it was better than Fritz touching him like that.
Chad stumbled when the other teen dragged him out into the hall, and he must have already had the locker ready because it didn't take him long to shove Chad into one, forcing and contorting him into the narrow space while Chad tried to beg his protests, heat building in his eyes.
At least it was empty, at least it wasn't a princess', but-
"Fucking, fuck you, Gus," Fritz hissed, his gaze furious. "See if your friends can save you from this," he snapped before slamming the locker door shut, Chad crying out weakly against the now-dark, confined space, the few slivers in the top of the locker not nearly enough to combat his growing panic.
"Fritz?" Chad gasped, the walls unable to close in on him because they were already there, he was already shoved tight against them until he could barely move, could barely think. "Fritz? Please- please just- please-"
But he couldn't hear anything from outside, not that it mattered, because in the next few moments his panic blossomed along with the white noise building in his ears, and that was enough for Chad to lose the thread of things completely, tears building in his eyes.
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Endnotes:
I REMEMBER what initially inspired this story, sort of. This was early on in my writing, and I had the idea for the Chad secret identity thing but it was also going to be combined with secret dating Jay and then there was going to be DRAMA but I ended up dumping it because to get the necessary angst a lot of the characters had to be superbly dislikable (and considering how dumb I have Ben be sometimes, that's saying something). So this little prompt was buried under everything else until I dusted it off one day, more out of boredom than anything else, and entirely reworked the prompt. I'm pretty happy with the result, despite the minor cliffhanger I have left you on ;)
That said, thanks to everyone who's left feedback so far! It always warms my heart to see the Chad support when he gets to take the helm, even when it's for silly secret identity stories like this :)
Story notes:
In the US, there was something called the 'Presidential Physical Fitness Test' (I learned recently that they stopped doing it in like, 2016 or something), which gives kids middle school through Junior High a bunch of different physical fitness tests (pull ups, sit ups, etc.) to collect data on the youths' fitness as a whole. I think. I don't know, all I remember is that they didn't count against our grade so I never tried that hard. The Auradon National Fitness Test is sort of like that.
WARNING – major bullying in the last scene – Fritz decides to go all out and take out his aggression on Chad – corners him in a closet, non-consensual groping, verbal abuse, non-con drugging with an aphrodisiac, before trapping him in a locker which inevitably leads to a panic attack.
Until next time