Chapter 7

James P.O.V.

I sighed as I walked out of another Science class more bummed and as hurt as ever.

I hated going in that wretched classroom where I had to listen to my Hitler of a teacher, Mr. Burns, and his little Nazi soldiers that I was forced to call classmates, preach about how messed up in the brains homosexuals are. And they put me right into one of their concentration camps just because my parents are both men and torture me with their gas chambers of horrid insults.

I would tell my parents about it, but whenever I come close to doing so, I just can't. I wish I knew what my problem was with speaking to them about something so normal, or so it seemed to us and not the rest of the world, which is why I run to my boyfriend, Court.

He gets teased just as much as I do, but it doesn't affect him as much. I know why- he's so much stronger than I am. He's like a brick wall; no one can tear him down easily. I wish I could be just like him, but I can't because I'm just stupid, old, boring me, James Garcia-Mitchell.

Court's P.O.V.

"Jamie!" I cried as I saw my boyfriend's face.

It was just after morning classes ended, which meant lunch time! It was one of the only parts of the day where James and I got to see each other, so I took it to the highest advantage to find him as soon as possible.

He looked pretty melancholy, so I knew he must have just come from Mr. Burns' class. But heck, I'd have known that anyway, considering I'd memorized his whole schedule. I loved that boy to know end and I was gonna do everything I knew to keep him safe and happy.

"Hey baby! What's up?" I said, giving him a quick hug. Some of the kids around us laughed, as usual, but I didn't care. They were just geeks, freaks, and wannabes.

James smiled at me shakily. "H-hey Court," he stumbled out.

I put my arm around him and grabbed his books from him with my other, since I'd just left my own in my previous classroom, where I knew I'd be after lunch.

"Jamie," I whispered to him softly. "Ignore them. They're just losers."

James nodded, but I knew he didn't believe me, so I tried again. But this time with something I knew would definitely work.

"I'll suck you off, if you do," I sing-songed quietly.

James blushed a deep red and ran his fingers through his darkish brown hair. He looked a lot like his mother Jennifer, who was his dad Carlos' ex, but was nowhere near as bratty as her. He was actually really sweet and shy… outside of the bedroom.

I kissed the side of his head and smiled.

"C'mon, Jamie. We can sneak away a few minutes. It'll just be some of lunch. And besides, even if we ended up missing all of it, at least you won't be hungry."

I winked and he blushed some more. I hated to be a hypocrite and tease him, but he was just so cute all submissive.

We turned at the corner of the long corridor of our school and onto the quiet stairs that led to the old science lab. Quickly, we ran down stairs, me practically dragging him with excitement. We ripped past the caution tape and ran into the empty closet next to the once classroom. They really should have people down here checking for 'runaway' students like us. And they wonder why their pregnancy rate is up. Ugh… I can't even imagine knocking up some random chick. They're fine as friends, but not all in the romantic way. Just ugh.

But anyway, as soon as the door to the closet was closed and the light was flipped on, I was all over James. I just can't get enough of that kid.

"Jamie," I moaned as I pushed him against the wall and smashed my lips against his. "You're so beautiful. How could you ever let those haters get to you?"

I ran my hands up his sides earning a moan in reply.

"C-Court," he said. "I-I love you," I gripped the hem of his shirt and threw it off, taking I his small, slightly muscular chest.

"I love you too, babe," I said, before slobbering all over his amazing body.

Lower and lower I got, until I was on my knees in front of him, gripping his cock with one hand and unbuttoning his jeans with the other.

"Fuck, Court," he moaned as I brushed the large tent in his boxers lightly. "Please."

I smirked, loving the way he was no longer worrying about all those haters.

"I would, babe, but that tight ass of yours is much too beautiful to be pounded into right now, so I'll think we'll save that for later. I'm enjoying touching you at the moment."

Even though he was in a stage of sexual need, he still managed to laugh and say that I was corny.

"More like horny," I replied and he thrust into my touch.

I may be sweet and fearless on the outside, but when it comes to being in the bedroom, or closet for that matter, I can get pretty naughty or so James tells me.

Pushing harder on his excited dick, I felt my own equally stimulated one get hotter as a large wet spot formed on the front of his green boxers.

"Damn," I moaned. "Don't cum yet. I haven't even got started." But ironically, before I could even give him one teeny, tiny suck, a loud crash came from outside the door.

We both stopped breathing, hoping we hadn't been caught…