"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you."
― Markus Zusak
Chapter 6
Yellow and orange. Red and brown. The ground was sprinkled with the colors associated with the end of warm weather.
Autumn had arrived – Ciel's favorite time of the year.
It was a beautiful afternoon and Ciel was on his way home from school, enjoying all the wonders of the fall; leaves getting lifted by the wind; the freshness in the cool air; trees beginning to get bare and dull.
Oh how serene, hearing nothing but the crisp sound under my feet as I cross the school yard.
"Ciel!"
Ah, I just love the distant sound of chirping birds moving to warmer parts.
"Hold on! Can't we talk?"
How content I could have been, just listening and watching nature as I made my way home. What if the world was that perfect?
"CIEL! Wait!"
A groan of annoyance emitted from Ciel as he spun around to face the person who hadn't stopped bugging him for three days straight. "Leave me alone! What's so hard for you to understand? I don't want you anywhere near me!"
"But I just wanna talk! Give me fifteen minutes," Alois begged, latching on to the sleeve of Ciel's black leather jacket. The pale fist held on tight, squeezing the rough material just to show Ciel how serious he was.
"No fucking way!" Ciel snapped as he snatched his arm back in a violent manner and took a step back, "And don't touch me." His mood was quickly going from annoyed to livid; Ciel had barely been left alone during the days that had passed since the party because the blonde seemed to have his mind set on irritating him into an early grave.
Ciel had very little patience left. He just wanted to get home where he would be free from Alois and his attempts to earn his forgiveness. The ground crunched under his army boots as Ciel resumed his previous action and began walking towards the parking lot.
"I'll leave you alone if you just listen to me for fifteen minutes. Ciel, please!" Alois called at the other's back before he hurried after him, a small smile tugging at his lips as Ciel slowed his steps.
"Alone? Forever? You won't talk to me again after that?"
The blonde came with a pretty tempting offer but Ciel didn't actually believe that Alois would leave him alone forever. But, Ciel's desperate craving for some peace and quiet made him cling to even the thought of Alois giving him at least one or two days tranquility at school without following him around.
"Sure, whatever," the blonde muttered, jogging to try and keep up with the other male. Of course he wasn't going to stop talking to Ciel, but Alois would say just about anything to get a slice of time from him.
"You get two minutes."
Alois came to a sudden halt at that offer, once again grabbing hold of the leather covering Ciel's torso in order to spin him around.
"Ten."
"One minute," Ciel sneered, feeling rage bubble up inside of him once more because Alois had the nerve to touch him again.
"That's not how you negotiate!"
"You're lucky I'm even talking to you right now. One minute and the clock is ticking."
Alois frowned. "I'm not taking that deal. Seven minutes or I'll follow you home."
"Ugh. You get five minutes. Start talking." Ciel sighed and closed his eyes, imagining himself being on a peaceful beach on some deserted island where no blondes existed.
"Yes! Okay. Uhm, look. I wanted to apologize."
Hearing those words made Ciel's eyes snap open in an instant. "You've already done that like a thousand times for the past three days!"
"But it's not working! You are supposed to forgive me! I'll do anything. Anything."
Exasperated almost to the point of no return, Ciel just blurted something out without thinking. "I'll forgive you if you jump off a fucking bridge! God, just go away…"
"Yeah I could do that." Alois knew exactly what bridge he could jump off of without hurting himself.
"What?"
"I'll jump off a bridge. Is that a deal?" Alois asked as he pulled out a cigarette and placed the stick between his lips, looking so confusingly smug that Ciel didn't know what to believe.
"Hah. No way. That fucking look on your face says it all. I'm not falling for your god damn tricks. Four minutes left pal."
Alois sighed. "Just tell me what to do. I need my Ciel back. I'm seriously going to die without you. I know you miss me too."
"I miss Alois. Not you. Alois doesn't even exist, you just made him up."
"No, that's not true!" the blonde exclaimed, waving his cigarette around in an involuntary display of his frustration.
"It's true and you know it. Now get the fuck out of my face."
"It hasn't been five minutes yet!"
"I don't care... this is pointless."
Ciel started moving away from Alois, who just stood grounded in the same spot, calling out for him once more.
"But Ciel!"
Fuming, Ciel glanced over his shoulder at the blonde and spat, "I don't want anything to do with you! Just get that through your thick skull and leave me alone."
"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" Ciel growled as Alois once again followed him in the hallways.
"You won't get rid of me. It's only been a week. You'll come around."
"Go suck a cock," Ciel muttered as he grabbed the last book from his locker and slammed it shut.
"Can I suck yours?"
"I'd rather die." With quickness in his steps, Ciel moved towards his classroom, doing his absolute best to avoid the blonde's satisfied stare as he followed him at his side.
"No you wouldn't. I know you want it. I know you want my tongue on that sweet little thing between your legs – you said so yourself."
"GOD would you just shut up?" Ciel walked faster; he couldn't wait to reach the door leading to his safe haven.
"No. I have a gift for you." Alois looked immensely proud of himself as he spoke. This wasn't the first gift he had tried to offer Ciel, and it surely wasn't the last.
"I don't want it."
"Take it or I'll make your dick hard in front of everyone."
"You could never get my dick hard."
"Yes I could. Just imagine me fucking your ass. Mmm... Ciel you-"
"BYE!" Ciel walked into his classroom knowing it was one he didn't share with Alois and thankful for it. As he passed the threshold, Ciel wrapped his fingers around the door and slammed it shut right in the other's face, but that didn't stop the blonde from harassing him.
"CIEL JUST IMAGINE MY BALLS SLAPPING YOUR ASS!" Alois yelled through the door while he humped it hard enough to create loud bangs. "YOU CAN FEEL MY MOUTH ON YOUR COCK CAN'T YOU? OH FUCK CIEL FUCK YOU FEEL SO DAMN GOOD! YES YES YES!" Bang, bang, bang.
Ciel took a seat in the back of the classroom, covering his face with one of his hands while the students around him snickered and the teacher sighed.
Alois' voice was more than audible through the wood; it practically echoed throughout the room along with the sounds of him molesting the poor door.
"CIEL THIS IS YOU: OOOH TRANCY. I LOVE YOUR GIANT COCK IN MY ASS HOW CAN YOU BE SO GOOD? PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER TRANCY. LIKE A FUCKING BITCH!"
"Mr. Trancy, that's enough! Now go to your class and leave Mr. Phantomhive alone. Or should I call your father and ask what he thinks about this?" Mrs. Lewis, the principal, threatened behind Alois' back.
Alois whirled around with a wide smile tracing his lips. "Go ahead! We both know that the only one getting in trouble if you do is you." Alois fluttered his eyelashes in her face and the woman instinctively took a step back with a frown.
"See this pretty face? Daddy can't be mad at me – you get that don't you? Of course you do," the blonde mocked before letting out a small laugh. "But okay… I'll be a good boy and go to my class – wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to make fun of Miss Andersen."
Snickering, Alois walked down the empty corridor, thoroughly enjoying his principal's aggravated expression.
Fucking pathetic.
A wide grin spread across Alois' face as he caught sight of Ciel just as he closed his locker.
The blonde sneaked up behind the smaller male and wrapped his arms around his hips, letting the fingers of his right hand obscenely clutch the bulge between Ciel's legs.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ciel ripped the hands away from him and whirled around, knowing exactly who was groping him.
"You liked that didn't you?" the blonde teased, snickering at the fury covering Ciel's features.
"God you fucking idiot. No one would want your hands on them!"
Alois smirked. "I think half of the guys at this school would disagree with you. There's nothing like being fucked by Trancy. You've seen my dick," he purred before he lurched forward and smashed Ciel against his locker. Before the smaller male could react, the blonde's gaze locked on the perfect skin of his neck and leaned in to connect alluring pink with milky white. A salacious tongue lapped and tasted, causing Ciel to freeze up completely, panicking on the inside as he felt his body betraying him.
Dammit. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Get him away from you. MOVE!
"Get away from me you fucking lunatic!" Ciel exclaimed and easily shoved Alois away, huffing in anger and surprise. He was shocked and repulsed by himself for letting the blonde's advances get to him, but he didn't get much time to ponder on the matter before the other opened his mouth again.
"Ciel... look in your pocket."
"What the..." Ciel muttered, frowning at the dumb smile on the blonde's lips as he reached down do dig through the fabric of his black hoodie.
What he found was a small, purple notebook, tiny enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Ciel opened it to a random page, quickly skimming through the words, not understanding anything at first. Two sentences later he sighed deeply and you could easily say that his face showed every ounce of exasperation he felt.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Because I'm trying to win you back, you idiot."
"And you think this is going to convince me to start talking to you again?"
"Can't you see how romantic I am?" Alois was smiling so widely that his cheeks had to ache.
"This is not romantic. It's a conversation about cocks. Our cocks. That we had on Kik."
Alois practically broke down in laughter, wiping away moisture from his eye before he composed himself enough to say, "That's not the only thing in there! I've been writing down all the best conversations we had. IT'S ROMANTIC YOU FUCKING PRICK!"
Giggling, Alois shoved his hand down his pocket and pulled out a fistful of heart shaped confetti which he cheeringly showered Ciel's entire body with.
Ciel gaped, looking down at his clothes as small hearts in red and white fell from his mussed hair.
"Romaaaantic," Alois sung while he danced around, sprinkling confetti on every student in the hallway.
"You're the most disturbed human being I've ever met!" Ciel growled, trying to brush away the small pieces of paper from his jeans.
"Yes I probably am!" the blonde called out, skipping down the corridor. "And you want me!"
Ciel was exhausted. It was impossible for him to focus on his English assignment and he was sighing his irritation into the quiet living room. He was practically at his breaking point now.
A certain blonde had put him through many things, and you would think that Ciel would've been more upset about the attempted rape that occurred a few weeks prior, but as it was, the continuous harassment he was subjected to was far worse if you asked him.
Ciel was seriously considering asking his parents if he could transfer schools but he just knew that the blonde would find him eventually.
Alois wouldn't leave him alone. Every class they shared, every short break, every day at lunch he was all over him. The blonde was constantly begging for forgiveness, showering him with gifts and praise, but the Trancy Ciel knew so well wasn't completely gone. The blonde was still obnoxious, rude, and incredibly annoying.
As if that wasn't enough to get Ciel exasperated, he had another problem that had him so frustrated that he almost felt the desire to cry.
He couldn't get his dick hard.
Why Ciel had this predicament was hard for him to put his finger on, although he did have some clues. Weeks of anxiety due to the shocking revelation of the truth behind the one he cared for was probably one of the reasons. All of the strain Ciel had been put under was finally beginning to take its toll on him – and having that needy blonde craving his attention day in and day out was driving him insane. To say that he was stressed would have been an understatement.
Life is just peachy, he thought sarcastically as he tugged on his short ponytail in annoyance.
Text after text was sent to him from that god damn idiot, and many, many times Ciel thought about blocking him but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The memory of his Alois still lingered fresh in his mind; Ciel wanted him back – badly.
"Hey honey!" Rachel greeted Ciel, tired from a busy day at work but still managing to give her son a bright smile.
Ciel jumped high from his place on the living room couch. He had been so deep in thought that he hadn't heard the front door open or his mother making her way into the room.
"Uuh hey! You're home early."
"There wasn't much left to do at the office and I wanted to surprise your father with a nice dinner. Are you hungry?"
"Oh... not really. I had some leftovers."
"Ah, okay. But I'm making lasagna. Still not hungry?" Rachel asked with a glint in her eyes.
"Not really… sorry mom."
"Is something wrong? You seem a little down."
"I just have a lot on my mind."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, it's nothing. Go start dinner and leave me alone."
"Hm. Just tell me if there's something I can help you with."
"Oh my god, yes! Now go away," Ciel snarled, watching his confused mother move along to the kitchen.
Not food, not homework, not anything that was currently on the agenda could relieve him of the stress he was under.
He needed to get off.
Porn.
Lying in his bed with his laptop beside him, Ciel ventured into the forbidden world of dirty movies in a fruitless attempt to get rid of his frustration.
Several weeks without Alois were most certainly getting to the teen, who mentally growled at the vexing situation.
Ciel desperately wanted the blonde back; not only because they clicked so well on an intimate level, but also because he had cared about him. Alois had been the only person who had managed to spark an interest in him - ever.
Of course Ciel had had both boyfriends and girlfriends like any other kid, but he hadn't really fancied any of them. Ciel had only followed the pattern a child was supposed to follow on their path to finding their true selves.
Unfortunately Ciel's true self didn't enjoy the company of many humans—online or in real life—and now, when he finally had found one he managed to get genuine feelings for, it had all been a big lie. The person he had found himself getting attached to had never really existed; his Alois had just been a figment of a mentally disturbed person's sick and twisted imagination.
Alois had only played him. What his agenda had been was a mystery to Ciel, as were most of the things the blonde seemed to enjoy. And why Alois was now trying to get his forgiveness was another thing Ciel didn't comprehend, because he was sure that the blonde didn't care about him in the least. Maybe Alois' abnormal brain made him believe that he did.
Ciel had given up on trying to understand how the blonde's mind worked; he couldn't wrap his fingers around him any more than he could end world hunger.
Porn. Lots and lots of porn.
Even though he had managed to get himself slightly erect, release seemed far away. Nothing he tried to watch managed to get his mind where he wanted it to be.
He needed Alois.
It wasn't like Ciel hadn't been able to touch himself before without sex-chatting with Alois but the thought of the blonde disappearing completely from his life had him somber enough to ruin all the fun.
Ciel leaned back against the headboard, shoving away his laptop in irritation only to receive a brilliant idea seconds later.
I can go outside, Ciel thought to himself and his lips curved upwards in one corner.
After tucking his half-hard cock back inside his boxers, Ciel buttoned his jeans and hopped down from his bed. Licking his lips in an involuntary display of his excitement, he almost trotted down the stairs to grab his boots and head out but restrained his eager footsteps at the last moment.
Not wanting to cause his parents any trouble by going at it on the lawn, he frustrated himself further by walking a few hundred yards down the street. Clutching the finally rock hard bulge between his legs, Ciel looked around, trying to find a good spot to do his business.
That's when he spotted the run down playground that was off limits for children until several planned reparations were made. Lots of teenagers would come there though; they usually came to smoke without their parents noticing or engage in underage drinking.
Perfect.
On top of a colorful slide was a small wooden house with four beams in the corners, holding the frail roof in place. The playhouse had no walls, only thin metal railings on the sides to keep children from falling out. The structure was not much to hide behind, which suited him perfectly.
Ciel climbed up the small ladder, contemplating on his own perversions, but the throbbing in his pants made him ignore every single thing that could be considered bothersome with what he was about to do.
Falling to his knees on the sandy floor of the worn out playhouse, he made quick work of his belt and buttons, almost panting by the time his dripping shaft met the chilly air. The stiff flesh was scorching against his palm as he clutched it, gently pressing down to get a feel of his own hardness.
Finally, he mentally exclaimed, grasping the metal railing with his free hand as he began stroking his cock almost teasingly slow. He could feel every cell in his body respond to the touch, to the place, to the possibility of getting spotted. It was perfect.
He had barely even begun pumping when two girls, seemingly a couple of years older than him, walked past the playground. They were strutting by only a few feet from where he was and he immediately started trembling with excitement, only to be greatly frustrated when the duo just kept walking. Disappointed that the girls didn't seem to notice him, he let out an intentional grunt, causing both of the young women to turn their heads in his direction.
"Did you hear tha—oh my god! Look, Tyler…" the taller one of the two exclaimed, gaping in horror as she gazed up at the flashing teen in the playhouse.
The other one, a small brunette, searched for what her friend was talking about when her squinting eyes finally locked on Ciel. "Is he… ew! That's so gross! You fucking creep!"
"Kids play there you fucking sicko!"
Who the fuck cares, Ciel thought as he panted fervently, rubbing his cock almost frantically while he smirked at the pair. The two girls below him were gasping as they realized he wasn't going to stop and the sight made Ciel nearly spend right then and there.
"Raena, let's get out of here!"
"F-fucking w-watch me," Ciel hitched out, inaudible for the two girls who were now moving away from him, still throwing demeaning words in his direction. He didn't mind, not at all. Just the sight of their disappearing forms glancing over their shoulders every five seconds was enough to get him so excited that he was sure he'd fall over the edge at any second.
It would have been enough just being in the playhouse, but when such a jackpot had been delivered to him, he almost had to force himself not to spill too quickly. Even if he had been denied release for several days, he still wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible before he got to that point.
Ciel's cock was so hard it was almost aching. By now he was huffing, barely able to keep himself upright to get a good view of his surroundings. He felt so good, and he could still see the two girls in the distance, and he imagined how they secretly really liked what they had laid eyes on.
Shivering fingers squeezed, pre-cum was dripping down on the dirty floor and he moaned loudly into the still air. It was finally happening, he was so close.
Yes, yes, fucking ye—holy crap is that Trancy?
Just beyond the large sandbox, beside a large oak, stood the blonde; seemingly alone. Ciel watched in silence, his momentum ceasing completely as he gazed upon his tormentor. Not more than ten seconds passed before another boy appeared, exchanging a few imperceptible words with Alois until the unfamiliar male suddenly kissed him. The blonde was pushed right up against the rough bark, the other boy shoving his hungry tongue down Alois' throat so eagerly that Ciel actually gasped.
A feeling of pure anger completely overtook Ciel, and in combination with his frustration he could have easily jumped right off of that small slide and stomped his way over there. He had no desire to explore the reasons for his rage, Ciel only wanted to interrupt the despicable scene playing out in front of him. It was deeply disturbing, distracting, bothering, and had it not been for what happened next, he might have done it.
Alois wrapped his fingers around the fondling boy's shoulders, pushing him away with enough force to make him stumble backwards with a surprised look on his face. The two boys immediately began arguing, but Ciel was unable to make out the words that they were shouting at each other.
After several minutes, the unfamiliar boy yelled something loud enough for Ciel to make it out as 'Bitch' before he turned around and left Alois alone. The blonde reached up to release his light locks from their capped prison and then dragged his fingers through his thick mane, ostensibly very upset.
Ciel watched as the blonde slumped down against the tree trunk, burying his face in his hands and leaning against his bent knees. Alois didn't sit like that for long before he dug through his hoodie to pull out his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen as he moved his thumb over it. Despite the cold weather, the blonde still wore his small shorts, showing off his long legs for all to envy.
Ciel cursed through his teeth.
He was still in need of getting off, but Alois and his male friend had distracted him completely and now you could easily say he was in pain.
With an instinctive squeeze of his hand, Ciel whined, feeling annoyance bubble up inside of him over the blonde's presence. He wanted Alois to leave so that he could continue what he started; finishing now wasn't an option. Alois irritated him enough to almost get him soft, despite his predicament.
Growling low to himself, Ciel decided to leave; there was no way he could end this with Alois being there – until the blonde spread his legs that is.
He was just about to tuck himself back in his underwear when he noticed the change in Alois' posture, and he stared shamelessly at the erotic display. The creamy flesh between stocking and shorts were enticing to say the least and Ciel hated himself for liking what was unknowingly shown to him.
Oh fuck it.
Instead of covering himself up, he grasped his shaft tighter, clenching down so hard that he forced out a few drops of clear liquid from the slit of the flushed tip. A low moan escaped him as he used his thumb to rub the pre-cum over the sensitive head, quickly realizing that there was no way he could keep himself from ending this.
Small things, like Alois readjusting the fabric around his lewdly tilted thighs or how he unintentionally nudged his crotch every once in a while was enough to take Ciel back to the point he had been only seconds before the blonde had showed up. He hated himself for getting so thoroughly aroused by the other boy, but denying it now was pointless.
Ciel's torso was shivering as his orgasm quickly approached; his awaited release only a few strokes away. "Fuck you Trancy...fuck...fuck you...fuck..." he mumbled over and over as he pumped his stiff cock hard and fast, now with his eyes tightly closed.
With a low groan Ciel finally got what he craved; heat was rushing over his groin as he spilled into his hand and he could feel the swollen flesh pulsating against his palm. Sweet moans of total and consuming pleasure escaped Ciel, the sensation taking over his slender form wholly and shaking him to the core.
Thick fluid seeped out of him and over his fingers to drip down onto the dirty floor. Sighing contentedly, he slowed his movements as his seconds of bliss gradually faded into nothing more than a prodigious feeling of relief.
But relief simply didn't cover what Ciel felt at that moment, finally getting to end that god forsaken rut he had been in for so many days. Looking down at his soiled hand, he frowned in disgust, realizing he had no way to clean himself up. After a few seconds of consideration, Ciel smeared the sticky liquid on the railing with a careless shrug before stuffing his limp dick back inside his boxers.
When Ciel once again was presentable, he glanced over to the large oak, only to find that Alois had left. Turning his head from side to side, he scoured his surroundings but there was no trace of the blonde anywhere.
Ciel climbed down the ladder to get back on the ground, unable to get Alois out of his head. He wondered what the blonde had been doing with that boy, and what they had been fighting about, but above all he wondered why Alois had seemed so down.
Ciel snarled as he made his way down the street, irritated by his own brain for not letting him have one single peaceful moment. The blonde kept invading his mind whether he liked it or not, making his life even worse than it already was.
To keep himself occupied, Ciel snatched his phone from his pocket, only to find three texts from Alois sent ten minutes ago... when he was...
King of booty shorts: Please you have to forgive me Ciel.
King of booty shorts: Please... I keep reading our conversations over and over... I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE…
King of booty shorts: I'm seriously going crazy Ciel. I can't do this anymore. I need you back in my life. Please talk to me. Please. I'm crying. Please.