WARNINGS: may trigger some individuals who are uncomfortable with themes of rape, child abuse (sexual and physical). Please don't read this fic if you aren't willing to read about such topics, read about someone going through such things or if you are uncomfortable with these topics. It's understandable if you don't want to read on, but if you do I hope you enjoy the progression of the story.
"Can I see him, please?"
"Of course ma'am, we'll give you a ride to the station." The officer replied, gently gripping Sophia by the shoulders and leading her to the squad car.
When they arrived at the police station, a kind officer led her to one of the interrogation rooms where Mark was being held. Sophia stepped through the door and watched as Mark looked up from the table in front of him. A bright smile crossed his face and his eyes began to water.
"I did it, Soph. I found him." He said, a few tears spilling from his eyes.
"Found who, sweetie?" Sophia choked out.
"Blaine, I found him. He was okay, Soph. They kept telling us he was dead or gone forever, but he was there and so perfect. I got him back for us." Mark explained, gently grabbing the sides of Sophia's face.
"Honey, I..you..." Sophia stuttered and trailed off, not wanting to make her husband upset. Slowly the tears began to fall from her eyes. The hands on her face falling away.
"I didn't get him did I? It wasn't my Blaine, was it? Please Soph, tell me it was. Please." Mark pleaded, running his hands frantically through his hair and scrubbing his face.
"Shh Mark, it's okay. It's going to be okay, I promise." Sophia whispered into his hair as she gripped him in a strong embrace, not wanting to let go.
Monday
Jake awoke with a start, his dock screaming out one of the latest pop hits.
"Ugh, I can't believe they play that junk on the radio." He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Eh, time to get up. Shower time, old man." Jake said, whacking George's leg lightly to wake the man. Jake got up and padded away to the bathroom. George sat up and watched the boy lazily move from the bed, the sway of the boy's naked hips. He licked his lips and got up to follow Jake.
"So, school today. Are you nervous?" George asked, pressing himself up against Jake's back, making eye contact in the bathroom mirror.
"Kinda, it's a new school. I just hope people like me, I just want friends." Jake replied quietly, turning in George's arms and resting his arms around the man's neck. "But I'm not exactly the most social person, so it's a bit scary."
"People will love you, and if they don't, I'm here and will always, always love you." George whispered against Jake's lips, capturing him in a passionate kiss.
Jake pulled away slowly, pecking the man gently on the lips. He wriggled out of the hold to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to George's ideal heat. Once the water warmed, he stepped into the spray, George entering the glass enclosure behind him and securing the door. He ran his hands soothingly across the boy's shoulders, adding a slight pressure to massage them. Jake leaned into the touch, a moan escaping his lips. George grabbed at one of the few bottles along the side of the shower, checking it to be sure before poring a small amount into his hands. He massaged the shampoo into Jake's curls, making sure to get all of his hair.
"You're so good at that." Jake moaned.
"I'm good at a lot of things." The man replied, gently turning Jake toward him, pushing the boy forward to wash the shampoo away.
"Oh yeah?" Jake toyed with a smile.
"Of course, want me to show you?" George asked, tugging the boy against him and holding him there.
"I'd love you to." Jake replied, raising himself enough to be face to face with the man and placed a kissing on to his lips. He opened his mouth as George's tongue nudged his lips as the man's hands wandered to his thighs. Suddenly Jake's legs were lifted and wrapped around the man's waist. Jake gasped into the kiss, now feeling George's fingers pressing against his hole, the man backed him up against the shower wall.
"You really want me to show you how good I am?" Jake replied with a sound of confirmation against George's cheek.
"Good at what, baby?" George continued to toy with the boy, grazing his hole with more pressure and slowly teasing his entrance.
"Loving me, please love me." Jake mumbled into the man's shoulder, gently rocking back into the fingers.
"Since you asked nicely." He replied, sliding only the tips of his two fingers into Jake.
"More, Daddy. Please." The boy pleaded. George pulled his fingers out, dropped Jake's legs and spun the boy so that his face was pressed against the wall.
"You're my good little boy, aren't you?" He whispered into Jake's wet curls. "We've got to hurry, so you aren't late for your first day."
"Hurry, please." As he braced himself for the incoming pain.
The man thrust into Jake hard, pushing the boy even more into the wall. Jake's face scrunching up with the pain that shot through him. He rocked backward into the man, hoping the pain would less faster. George began thrusting faster, the pain finally giving way to pleasure. The sound of skin on skin was loud and fast. Jake's hand reached behind him, grasping at the other's back, dragging his nails wherever he could. George grunted and began to fuck the boy harder into the wall, causing Jake to try to grasp for purchase everywhere he possibly could. The boy's knees began to shake.
"Daddy, please, I'm close." He whimpered into the tiles.
"I love you Jake, you're mine. " The man whispered harshly into the back of Jake's neck before biting down where his shoulder and neck met. The boy cried out as he came across the shower wall and his stomach. George groaned into Jake's skin, his thrusts becoming more and more shallow each time until he came inside the boy.
"Fuck, that was hot." Jake muttered, his body gently shaking with laughter. Turning back around to face the man while grabbing the bottle of body wash.
"It was, you were well behaved as always. I may have to reward you later." George added with a wink, taking the bottle and squeezing enough from the bottle to wash himself. Jake smiled brightly back at him.
When they finished in the shower and had finished in the bathroom, Jake pulled on the uniform he was gotten over the weekend. As he pulled on the blazer, it felt stiff and too proper. He glanced at the red and blue tie with distaste, he'd never learned how to properly tie a tie.
"Dad?" Jake called out in the direction of his father's room. "Can you tie this? I don't know how." He continued, mumbling as George entered the room. The man easily tied then straightened the striped tie around the boy's neck and buttoned the dark blazer.
"Well look at you, all put together. We'd better get going." George commented, tugging slightly at the boy's hands.
The drive to Dalton was silent, once they arrived both males stayed in the car.
"Is it too late to turn around and not go?" Jake said quietly eyeing the large building in front of him.
"You'll be fine, go on. I'll be back to pick you up later, okay? I love you."
"Love you too." Jake yelled as he jumped from the car, closing the door and running inside Dalton before his nerves got the best of him. He slowed once inside and made his way to the head master's office, knocking once and waiting for the red head to open the large door.
"Oh, Jake, come in. I was just briefing Kurt on showing you around the school. I have your schedule and I.D. inside." Elizabeth rushed out, guiding Jake into the office. The young teen stuttered as he was pushed beside a taller boy. One with a sleek and narrow figure, the uniform tailored slightly to accentuate his waist.
"Kurt, this is Jake, our new student you'll be showing around. Jake, this is Kurt, my son." Kurt gave a small, thin smile to the boy, keeping his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh, uh, hi. I - I'm Jake." He sputtered over himself, trying to find words to say to the boy in front of him, he had never seen such a beautiful male.
"I know." The other boy replied quickly, shooting his mother a look making it clear he wasn't pleased. Kurt moved swiftly around the desk to kiss his mother's cheek. "You owe me." He whispered, snatching the schedule and I.D. from her hands. "Come on, kid." He called over his shoulder at Jake, who stood in shock, but quickly followed.
"So, Dalton. Do you...like it here?" Jake managed to say after catching up with Kurt.
"I'm the head mistress' son, I have no friends nor acquaintances because they think I'll rat them out. So, no, I don't like it here. Here, this is your school I.D. you'll barely ever need it. And this is your schedule, due to the fact that I'm supposed to guide you, we have all of our classes together."
"Could we like, chill for a minute? You're going way too fast for my legs to keep up without jogging and I'm sort of new to this whole..prep school thing." Jake huffed, still trying to maintain his pace with Kurt's long strides.
The other teen halted, taking in a deep breath before turning to Jake. "I'm doing this because I have to, my mother worries about me not being social enough with boys my own age and sexual orienta-"
"So, you're really openly gay?" Jake whispered harshly. Kurt dead panned at the boy.
"Of course I am, I am capital G gay."
"Oh, are people okay with it? Your mom said they would be, but people weren't exactly..kind at my old school." Jake continued in a hushed tone, looking around at the other students wondering the corridor. Kurt's face softened.
"Bullies?"
"Yeah."
"I know how it feels, while my mom was working her way up the teaching ladder, I was enrolled at a public school. Gays aren't really the most easily accepted group. I was bullied pretty badly before I was able to transfer into the Dalton branch, but since then there hasn't been any instances for me. Dalton is safe, I may be lonely, but I don't have to walk around in fear." Kurt explained, laying a gentle hand on Jake's shoulder. "We should get to class, before we're late. Being punctual is one of the more important things here." He finished, beginning to walk away.
"Kurt?" The shorter boy asked, staring into the eyes of the taller boy.
"Yes?" Kurt replied, turning to look at Jake.
"If we were friends, would you like Dalton better?" He asked hesitantly. The ends of Kurt's mouth twitched upward slightly.
"I think I would, Jake. I think I would."