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THIRTY-EIGHT

-"Hey look, it's four-eyed Jeanbo!"

I was walking down a hallway to the lockers when I met with a group of bullies. I knew them all already. I ignored them and stopped in front of my locker, but they followed nonetheless.

-"Hey, don't ignore us, nerd!"

I was about to pull out a few books from my locker when a strong arm turned me around and pushed me back hard again the cold metal. It amused me how much bullies hated to be ignored, but if anything, it turned them even more hostile. Others, if ignored long enough, gave up on you.

-"Hey, are you listening? You deaf or somethin'?"

But then again, I wasn't patient enough to ignore them the whole day, -"What is it, dimwit?"

A mouthful of 'ohhh's' and 'uhhh's' flooded the area and a crowd immediately emerged, -"Oh, so now you bite, eh? Just gonna order you to give me all your money. Every drop."

-"Hell no."- I snarled.

Another pack of 'oooh's', -"Aw, come on, man, I'm broke and I'm hungry. You wouldn't ignore a hungry fella, right? You're a nice guy, a bit annoying, but nice."

I crossed my arms in an attempt to look cool and fearless under his big figure, -"There's food in the dining room."

-"Bah, I don't like it there."

I knew this was all bluff. This guy already ate; it was in his breath and a piece of meat stuck in his teeth told as much. He just threatened little kids –the easy prey- until they gave their money. I opened my mouth and pointed to the core of my teeth, -"You have something here."

The bully scanned the area with his tongue until he touched and spit the piece of meat at me, -"What? Are you saying I don't wash my teeth?"

I almost snorted, -"No, I'm just saying you already ate, so I'm not giving you any money." – I was trying to reason this, like Dad advised me to.

The bully laughed out loud, closing the space between us, -"You think you're so clever, huh?"

I just shrugged.

-"Listen you,"- The bully slammed me against the locker again, -"I'm superior, cuz' I'm on ninth grade so you better do as I say. Give me your money."

-"I'm not giving you shit!"- I yelled and that earned me a blow right in between my eyes. The glasses I had smacked back at my nose and shattered. I stumbled and fell on my butt, my back slamming against my locker and few stuff fell. Among them, an apple juice. The sweet juice cascaded down from my hair to my pants. People started laughing, saying I peed myself.

-"Look! He's crying! What a baby!"

An unwanted tears escaped my eyes at the pain, -"Am not!"- I argued, brushing the tear off my face.

-"He peed himself!"

The hallway was teeming with laughs as I tried to clean myself.

-"Oh, what's this?"

The bully who punched me picked up a pair of Batman pencils. I gasped and reached for them. Marco gave me those, they were special, -"Gimme that!"

The bully raised his hand higher, -"You like this babyish stuff? What a fool!"

Again, more laughs.

Anger was beginning to swarm me, -"I said gimme that!"- I jumped to reach for it.

The bully, taller than me, did little effort to stop me and just raised his arm a bit more, -"C'mon, take it then, you baby!"

I jumped and jumped but it was useless. I could never reach him.

-"Aw, poor you. You're too small and I'm stronger. Let me show you."- He took one of the pencils from both sides and with little effort, he split it in two.

-"No! Stop!"- My eyes watered and I stared at the little pieces falling down like snow drops.

-"You gonna cry for this shit?"- He laughed, -"I'm not even done!"- He slowly but steadily split the second one. It was then that I shed tears and more laughs echoed in the hallway, but instead of being extremely sad, I was angry and attempted to punch my bully. The first punch made impact on his belly; it took him by surprised, he was too busy laughing. He glared down at me but then smiled in amusement, -"Oh, look, he's trying to hurt me. Those fists are full of water, kid."- He said before he pushed me back against the locker again. And again. And again, but each time he pushed me, I stood up and tried to punch him, -"Give up already!"

Yeah, why didn't I? What damaged could a fifth grader do to a ninth grader anyways? I just couldn't stay hit. I wanted him to pay for breaking my pencils. I wanted him to cry like I was crying.

We went on like that, the laughter growing more and more until the school guard came. The bully left along with the spectators, leaving me alone with my broken pencils and glasses. My back hurt so much.

After that, the bully got suspended for a few weeks. When he came back –with his own group of bullies, more of those incidents occurred. They mocked me simply because they enjoyed it, among other reasons, but mostly because of my preferences.

I woke up gasping for air after too much time under the pillow. I coughed and coughed.

-"Jean!"- Marco called from downstairs, -"Are you okay?"- His heavy footsteps ringed in my ears, -"Oh, there you are. I though sometime happened."- He sighed with relief when he entered my room.

Something did happened. I remembered one of my most hateful memories.

-"A-are you…?"

I sat up, still coughing, -"I'm… fine."- I said, avoiding his gaze. I was still shaken up about what just happened.

That familiar dubious look on his face showed up, -"Jean… why did you run away?"

-"Sorry, Marco… I can't…"- I said, not wanting to remember again. I stood and rushed to the bathroom, throwing water at my face in an attempt to fully wake up, to brush off that horrible memory and the couple's faces.

Marco knocked softly on the door and called several times, but I didn't answer. I sat on the toilet and rested my elbows on my knees to cover my face. It's been so long since that memory and yet as I watched the couple's face, it felt like yesterday. I've kept those memories locked in the back of my mind and I felt like someone placed bombs on it so the memories could escape that tiny prison. I felt my mind overflow and that's when I collapsed in bed. The emotions –fear, anger, sadness and trauma, crashed into me once the prison was outflanked. It was so sudden…

I might as well have overreacted. It was just a couple –a young one. Maybe they were telling jokes, maybe it was their first date or maybe I just had something in my face, maybe-

-"Jean, please,"- Marco called for the tenth time, -"Let me in. Let's talk so I can help you. You're overthinking."

Again he amazed me at how well he knew me. I trudged to the door and pondered on the idea. Yeah, I definitely needed to talk to someone, but I didn't know if Marco was the right one. I didn't want him disappoint in me. I've told him before –or at least shown him, that I wasn't affected by bullies anymore and yet…

Another knock, a call following after.

I sighed and opened the door slowly. Sure enough, there he was holding a parcel of donuts in a white box, -"I bought donuts."- He said with a sweet smile.

I looked down at the donuts and then at him. He gestured me out and I followed reluctantly. I felt safer in the bathroom, I don't know why.

-"I bought two glazed in vanilla and two in chocolate. Your favorite."- He said, opening the box and showing me the donuts as we both sat on my bed.

Yup. Two for each. Marco loved everything in vanilla. And I loved – used to- anything in chocolate, especially donuts. After I started doing exercises, I abandoned anything that had to do with candies, -"Marco… I…"- I started, gazing away. I didn't want to be disgraceful, but I wasn't in the mood for candy.

-"I know, I know. You don't eat candy like you used to, but,"- He took out a chocolate donut, -"Just one bite, for old times' sake."

A small smile rose up to my lips as I took it. I couldn't deny that. When I bit it, sweet memories of both of us eating donuts after drawing classes surfaced. Those too were locked up and as they warmed me, they brought sadness and regret: I literally locked my old self out… including Marco, to the point that I forgot him too.

The donut wasn't as sweet in my mouth as I though, until Marco suddenly sprayed vanilla in my cheek with his finger. He laughed joyfully. We used to do this a lot too. The fading smile in my face grew again as I sprayed my finger over his freckled cheeks with chocolate. He laughed again and that sparked happiness within me.

-"I have an idea!"- Marco giggled as he drew something with vanilla just below my nose.

-"What? What is it?"- I asked, chuckling as I felt ticklish.

He took out his cellphone and I drew a wide smile as he took a picture and showed it to me: I had a vanilla mustache, -"You're a genius! You should open up your own barbershop!"- I joked.

He laughed, -"Now you draw something."

I thought about something I could draw in his cute face, -"Aha!"- I stuffed my finger with chocolate and began to draw lines above his brow, bent down like a frown. Then I sprayed chocolate around his mouth like a beard, -"Done."- I laughed, unable to contain my joy.

I then took a picture of him from my phone and showed it to him, -"I look grumpy."- He laughed.

We then took a few more pictures together, until I started to feel sticky and itchy, -"Okay, now it's itchy."

-"Yeah, let's take it off."- Marco laughed and started to rub his cheek.

Another idea occurred to me, -"Uh… let me help you. I know an easier way."

I drew my face oh so close to his that my body began to heat up just thinking about this idea. I ran a mental scenery, like I always did. I began to lick the chocolate from his cheeks first, tasting both the sweetness from the candy and his skin. He chuckled. I was probably tickling him. When I finished, I lowered my tongue dangerously close to his lips and licked the rest of the chocolate. I couldn't resist so I ended up kissing his mouth. He answered quickly and I heated up entirely, cleaning my vanilla mustache along with it. We kept kissing in synch until we parted, -"I still feel sticky."- Said Marco.

We both washed our faces in the bathroom and headed back to my room. We finished eating the rest of the donuts. My bed ended up with crumbs all over, -"Man, those were good,"- I said, a hand around Marco's shoulder and the other on my belly, -"Thanks."- I said and kissed his cheek.

He smiled and licked his finger, -"You're welcome,"- After cleaning his finger, he turned to me, -"Feeling better?"

Oh yeah, I forgot. My latter time with Marco made me forget everything. I took a deep breath, -"Yeah…,"- I said and looked straight at his eyes, -"I'm sorry for leaving you behind…"

-"It's okay,"- He smiled, yet I saw concern there, -"Why did you run though? I was so worried."

-"Yeah, it's just…,"- I began to tell him everything, full honesty ahead: how scared I felt when the couple started laughing at us, how I remembered a memory I thought forgotten, how the emotions slammed at me, how overflowed I felt and he understood it all, knowing exactly how I felt, -"I'm scared, Marco. I dunno why. I just don't want any of that to happen again. I don't want to go through that ever again."- I was so traumatized when kid and to experience it all over again was… too much.

Marco knew how it felt, -"I know, Jean,"- He said, his gaze falling just like mines, -"But it's okay. They were just laughing. They didn't attack, at least."

-"They were laughing at us,"- I repeated, -"I couldn't handle it..."- No matter how much I told myself otherwise, I knew they were laughing because they thought –and were somewhat correct, that Marco and I were dating. They most likely though two guys dating was wrong and improper, an atrocity, like most homophobes though.

But I loved Marco just like any guy or girl would love his beloved, -"Don't think much of it, you can't let it bother you that much."

I sighed. I told myself that a hundred times already, but it somewhat did anyways, -"I… I try, but…"

-"You can't let people like them take away your happiness…,"- He said, that concerned tone still there, -"No matter where you –we go, they'll always be around. That's why you can't let them hurt you."

I looked at him, that solicitude in him growing, now worrying me, -"I… I…,"- I took a deep breath and tried to sound convincing, -"I won't. I- I'll try."

He sighed, a bit relieved, -"Okay,"- He took both my hands in his, squeezing them, -"We need to build mental fortitude. Together."

Yeah, that sounds good. Together. I could feel myself feeling better about the situation, -"Yeah."- I squeezed my hands back and unconsciously lent closer to him. Our lips met and I could feel his warmth flow thought me. I did my part of resisting my desire to reach a certain level with him, but I at least wanted to touch him a bit more. I moved my hands to the side of his neck and tilted his head a bit so I could have a better access to his mouth. Our tongues met after a while of synch and danced. My mouth burned whenever his gazed my mouth's sides. Then, my hand slid over to the back of his head, my finger raveling with his hair as I pushed it, his mouth deeper in mine. I was getting breathless, so I pulled back a bit to breathe, cursing, –"Shit."- And then resumed.

Marco chuckled, but didn't stop either. He moved then, sliding his hand up and netting with my hair. His touch thrilled me and a shot of adrenaline made me go faster. I didn't stop to breath. I was too wrapped in this moment to let go. Both lacking of breath, we began to kiss and lick soft spots. Marco moaned whenever I bit and licked his earlobe and sucked in his neck. Those moans made my adrenaline run higher. I knew he was looking for my soft spot and when he licked and kissed the tip of my "apple" in the core of my neck, I let out a loud, loud moan. Shit, shit, shit!

We were both sitting in my bed, but I slowly began to push him down, -"Marco… ngh…,"- I moaned, trying to resist the erection. Oh God. The heat. The desire. The hardness, -"I… I… need…"

He noted and I knew he felt the same. I knew then he gave me a go ahead and I didn't hesitate for even a second. I pinned him down with one hand around his waist. My other hand slid up his shirt to get a better look at his abdomen and that just made me harder. I closed the little space we had between and began to undo his pants. This time he didn't flinch, didn't warned me to stop; he needed this as much as I did. Without second though, I dug my hand in his pant and the moment I made contact with his already slimy crotch, he moaned oh so pleasurably. I began to jerk it at a slow pace while kissing his neck up and down, until, -"Jean… mhm…"- He groaned under ragged breaths. The thrill, the fucking thrill.

I gazed at his face to see if he wanted me to stop, but I saw it burning red and with a 'don't stop' look. I jerked faster and faster, his moans teeming my room. Faster, faster, faster, until he released and my hand doused in his cum. He relaxed under me, his breathing going on a normal pace. His reaction made me cum a bit too, not like him though and I still wanted that release.

-"A-are you… okay?"- I asked between ragged breaths, lifting my body a bit.

He nodded slowly, biting his lip. His cheeks burned so red that when I pressed on them, I could note the white-ish contrast my thumb left.

-"I… I still-"

He interrupted me by pulling me closer. He began to lick and suck hard on my soft spot. I moaned out loud, cum spitting out more. Sliding his hand up my abdomen, I began to breathe heavier, wanting desperately to release. I wanted it so bad right now. His touch led to undoing my pants and I braced myself for the blissfulness…

Until…

A car honk.

Marco stopped abruptly, but realized the condition I was in. I began to wiggle out nervously but he stopped me when he successfully dug inside my pant. He hesitated for a few second, -"M-Marco… please…"- I whispered in his ear until he took hold of my crotch. I groaned so loud that I swore whoever was outside heard it. Then slowly and steadily, he began to jerk me off.

Another honk.

He worked me faster, but something was amiss. I wasn't releasing yet. Then, magically, he slithered his finger up and down my spine, like a snake. The sensation was glorious, so ticklish yet thrilling and ohhhhhh. I finally had my release. I spit out like a gallon of cum onto Marco's hand.

Another honk.

Marco and I gasped at the same time, -"That's… mom!"- He panted out and I lifted my body completely so he could wiggle out.

He rushed to the bathroom without closing the door. I glanced outside and noted the sun was coming down already. Damn, how long have we…?

I heard the toilet flush and the sink shrieking open. Then, he came out with a towel, pants zipped up, drying his face, -"Um...,"- He muttered, his face still burning and his breath yet to pacify, -"I-I'll be right… back."

He threw me the towel and I quickly caught it, but before I could say something –goodbye maybe, he hurried downstairs, tottering a bit due to the mess between his legs. The hotness began to fade as he walked away, leaving me to face the loneliness in here.

I dragged my way uncomfortably to the bathroom, still feeling cum beneath me. I was still panting heavily, trying to collect my breath. I washed my face in the sink, letting the water snake down to the rest of my body. I swore I could see fume hoist out of it.

When I was about to pull down my pants to clean my mess, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly pulled them up again and opened the door to see Marco standing right there, -"W-what happened?"- His sight maddened me and not in a bad way.

He gulped, his face yet to smother, and bit his lip. Notwithstanding, I saw a smile forming on his lips, -"Mom… gave me permission to stay overnight."

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