Chapter 1: Who Is This Guy?
October 3rd, Friday. 4:44 AM.
"No one loves you! No wonder all your friends hate you! When I catch you I'm going to kill you, slit your little throat and strip your vocal chords out! Stop hiding and come out already, you fucking wimp!" The man yelled from around the corner. It just feels like I'm in one of those Halloween cornfield mazes, but instead of a guy in a zombie costume chasing me, my dad is going to kill me.
I huddle deeper into a fetal position and let my silent tears fall down my face. I deserve this. I'm a worthless nobody. Just fucking kill me already. The foot steps and yelling get louder as they approach me. I see the glint of a knife and I hear a loud chuckle. "I finally caught you..."
My eyes shoot open. My pillow and face is covered in tears and cold sweat, and my heart is racing. It was just a dream.
I sit alone in the dark room outlined by moonlight coming out of my cracked window. I look over at my alarm clock.
Wonderful. I drag my feet out of bed, and slowly walk across the room to my door. I reach my hand to the handle and stop. I can't have him yelling at me, no not after that dream. I walk back to my bed and pretend to fall asleep.
I ended up staying up until 7 AM staring at the ceiling, letting tears slide down my face. I just want to leave this shit-hole of a town and leave my asshole dad to rot alone. I hate him so much and he obviously hates me. He pushes me around, beats me up. Hell, if I told him I wasn't into chicks he'd probably kill me, but I wouldn't be surprised if he already wants to beat me until I'm a soup made of blood and bones.
I start to see sunlight light up my room through my ripped curtains. I get up, rubbing my wet and puffy eyes. I walk over to the door handle, not hesitating because I already know he's at work.
Sometimes I wish mom was still around. She left when I was ten or so because she couldn't handle the constant arguing with my dad. Seven years later, I still haven't met her since she left. Who knows, maybe it was better off this way, my dad probably would have beat her too. I just sometimes wish I could meet her again, and tell her how everything is going.
I open the door and walk across the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and hop in, letting the steaming water fall onto my body, relaxing my muscles and wash off the tears off my face. I wash my hair quickly and get out. I brush my teeth, leave the bathroom, and head back to my room.
I end up going with black skinny jeans and a loose sweater. I'm happy it's colder and more 'acceptable' to cover my body. I don't want to keep making up excuses of how I got my bruises, because "I just fell down the stairs" isn't as believable as it used to be. I don't even live in a two story house for Christ's sake.
I shove on some shoes, and jerk my head to peak at the alarm clock by my bed. 7:29 AM. I go back to the bathroom and check my hair. I notice my eye bags are worse than they were before. But I guess that's the price you have to pay for not having another nightmare.
I sigh loudly and walk out to the living room and grab my school bag. I dig through it and grab my earbuds and plug them into my barely-working iPod. The music start playing and I felt a surge of happiness. I like it when that happens.
I zip my bag back up and sling it across my shoulder and I walk towards the door. I grab the keys on the table by the door and leave. After I lock the door I check the time; 7:40 AM. Perfect timing. I start walking the three blocks to the prison, wait I mean school.
After the first block I noticed a boy who looked about my age. He looked to be a few inches shorter than me, had messy black hair and was wearing an Iron Maiden tee. He looked a little lost. I got closer to him and I tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey, you look lost, do you need any help?" I asked the black haired boy.
"Oh my gosh thank you- and yes, yes I do." He smiled a toothy grin that instantly made me blush just a few shades of red. I smiled back. "Where do you need to go?" I asked.
"The high school nearby. I literally have no clue where anything in this town is." He sighed, but he was still smiling.
"Its okay, I'll show you the way."I stopped for a second. "I don't believe I caught your name. My name's Matt." I looked him in the eye and he looked right back, still smiling.
"O-oh sorry about that, my name is Brian." What an adorable name.
I started walking and he followed. "So, are you new? Wait- that was a dumb question, when did you get here?" I asked, somewhat mumbling some parts because he already makes me nervous. Pull yourself together, Matt.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I just moved in a few days ago. Today is my first day and to be one hundred percent honest, I'm terrified." I noticed he was mumbling a little. Was he nervous around me?
"Don't worry, I'll be here for you." I said. I didn't realize what I said until a few moments later. I blushed, really hard.
It looked like he was holding back tears. "R-really? Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me." My heart did a flip. I just looked him in the eye and smiled a real smile. Boy has it been long since that has happened.
I looked away and noticed we were outside of the school. "We're here." I said looking at Brian. He wasn't paying much attention, and it really looked adorable. I waved in front of his face. "Brrriiiaann?" He realized where he was. "Sorry. I just was thinking."
"What were you thinking about?" I asked. "Just about how nice you are. Not to get personal, but you're really the only person that's helped me in a while. And I'm really grateful for that." A tear slid down his cheek. I wanted to give him the biggest hug, but I only just met the guy. So I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"I guess that's what friends are for." I smiled. He looked surprised. "You consider me your friend already?" He basically whispered. "Yeah, you seem like a really cool person. Judging by your shirt, you also seem to have a really good music taste too." I said truthfully. His smile that was plastered on his face grew wider. My heart did that flip again.
We walked inside of the building, my hand still on his shoulder. Everyone was walking to their classes and I started guiding him to the office, so he could get his schedule and locker combo. We arrived and Brian walked to the desk and started talking to the grumpy-looking lady. I sort of tuned the both of them out.
About a minute later he walked back to me and handed me his schedule with his classes and locker number. "So do we have any classes with each other?" He asked me, brushing his shoulder on my arm. I instantly felt my face get hot again. Jesus, fucking control yourself.
I skimmed over the paper and I was happy he had five of his classes with me. Even better that his locker was near mine. The other two classes he had with my friend, Jimmy. So I wasn't too worried about assholes bothering him. For some reason everyone either adores the new kid or hates their guts. I didn't want to roll the dice.
I looked up and smiled. "You have five classes with me!" I was really happy about that, and I could tell he was too when I told him. We high-fived and headed to the locker bay.
I gave his paper back to him and I pointed to his locker while I put my stuff away. After I was done I noticed Brian was struggling with opening it, he looked somewhat embarrassed about it. "Hey do you need any help?" I asked him.
"Y-yeah, my old school didn't have lockers, I haven't had one of these since the 7th grade." He laughed at the end, but I could still tell he was embarrassed, and it was really cute. I moved over to him and grabbed his hand. We locked eyes for a moment and, holy fuck, his eyes are beautiful. I tried to ignore it and focused on putting his hand on the lock. I moved his hand in the direction the lock was supposed to go.
Normally most people would see that as something quick, but for me it was unbearably long. The only thing I could hear was my fast heartbeat. The locker opened and I heard the bell ring. Luckily we had first period together, so I'd explain to my teacher why we were late.
Brian put away the things he didn't need and then closed his locker. "I might need your help a few more times until I get the hang of it." He smiled. "Yeah I'll help, I don't mind." I smiled back. We headed to class and opened the door. Everyone turned their head and stared, trying to figure out who this new kid was.
"Oh, you must be the new student. Please introduce yourself." I would say the name of my English teacher but in all honesty I forgot her name. Brian cleared his throat. "I'm Brian Haner. Hi." I went to my seat and Brian sat in the empty one next to mine.
Three periods passed and my favorite part of the day came, lunch. I found Brian at his locker, again struggling. I helped him and it was the same as the last time. Why do I get like this whenever I'm around him?
Brian put his things away and pulled out a brown sack with what I assumed was his lunch. There was writing on it, it said something along the lines of 'Have a great first day -Dad'. I wish my dad did things like that but all I get is the shit kicked out of me.
We started walking to the lunch room. "Hey, I know we basically just met, but do you wanna come over to my place after school? It's Friday and I can get us some beer." Brian looked at me hopefully.
I tried my best not to freak out. "Yeah, of course. Sounds like fun." I smiled at him. We made it to the lunch room and I spotted Jimmy sitting with my friend Zack. I walked over to them and Brian followed. "Hey guys." I sat down and Brian sat right next to me on the bench. Our legs were touching and it was awkward, but I loved it.
"You guys this is Brian. Jimmy I think you met him in 2nd."
"Oh yeah, by the way, nice shirt man." Jimmy said to Brian while waving.
"Hey, I'm Zack." He waved towards Brian. He smiled at him and he opened his lunch bag. I'm happy they're starting to like him. I know I just met Brian but I felt the need to protect him.
Jimmy and Zack were talking to each other about their "hot" substitute teacher they had in a class, I tuned them out and started talking to Brian.
"So how do you like the school so far? I know it's shitty but are the people nice?” I asked Brian.
"It's okay. I mean if I have you guys I'm already off to a good start." He grinned at me and I was about to loose it. Why does he have to play with my heart like this?! I gave a toothy grin back.
The rest of the day went by quickly, probably because I was excited for after school. I walked towards Brian and shook his shoulders, scaring him a little because at first, because he didn't know who it was. He let out a small "eek!"
"Hey, let's head to your house now." I put my arm on Brian's shoulder and we walked out of the school.
"Hey, thanks a lot for today. I'm still really really grateful you've been here for me for my first day." He wrapped his arms around me. I responded without thinking and hugged him back tightly. I could feel his heartbeat and it was going just as fast as mine. If love feels like this I really don't want it to end, ever.
He pulled away from the hug and continued walking, I followed. The walk to his house was short and basically silent. His hand brushed against mine a few times and every time it did my chest did that flip.
We arrived outside of a small but nice looking house. He went up to the door and grabbed a key out of his pocket. The door opened and we both stepped in. "Welcome to my palace. Sorry if there's some boxes in the way." He looked at me and I looked back at him and grinned.
"So... what do you wanna do?" Brian asked. You. My eyes widened at my absurd thought. Again, control yourself you fucking pervert.
"Didn't you say you had beer earlier?" I asked looking back at him. "Oh yeah, follow me." He stuck his hand out, and without really thinking I grabbed it. He held my hand tight. We walked into his room and I sat down on his bed. He walked over to the mini-fridge in his room.
He grabbed two out and handed one to me. I opened the can and took a swig. Brian walked over and sat next to me. Awkward silence. I honestly assume hes straight, so I just said the first thing that came to mind. "Have you seen any cute girls?" I cringed saying that.
"I'm going to be honest and you seem like a person who isn't an asshole so I'm just gonna say it. I don't really care for girls." He looked down, as if that was something to be ashamed of. I looked at him and smiled, and I whispered. "Me too."
Chapter 2: Well, Fuck.
things get steamy o shiiiit
October 3rd, Friday. 4:37 PM.
Brian turned his head and looked at me. "What was that?" He asked. I realized what I said. "Oh, nothing." I tried to brush it off. "No, it didn't seem like nothing." He said. At this point there was no going back.
I sighed. "I said, me too." I looked up and our eyes locked. "Oh." Brian put his hand just a little too up on my thigh. I'm not complaining though. Brian smiled and moved his face closer to mine. My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest.
I moved my face closer to his, we were only centimeters apart. Brian lightly pushed his lips against mine, and pulled me closer to him. The kiss lasted for three seconds. He pulled away and my lips were tingling from the sensation. Both of Brian's hands were on my thighs and he gripped, hard.
Our eyes remained locked and I went in for another time, cupping his cheeks with my hands. The kiss was more hungry and sloppy. His tongue glided across my bottom lip and he nibbled on my lip ring.
He moved from my left side to straddling my lap within a few minutes of our make out session. Our tongues were colliding with each other and every-so-often he would give a little moan. My hands moved from his cheeks to his butt. I started to fondle it, and making him moan a little bit more.
As he kissed me he would rock his hips a little, rubbing our growing bulges together. I grabbed the shorter man by his sides and put moved him to where he was on his back and I was on top of him. I took off my sweater and then my shirt, forgetting about my bruises all over my sides from a few nights ago when my dad came home, drunk and angry.
Brian's eyes grew wide and a look of concern grew on his face. "How did you get those??"
"I fell down." I smiled, trying to brush it off, but he wasn't buying it. He sat up and grabbed my chin so our eyes were focused on each others.
"I know that's not true. Please don't lie." I knew I had to tell him. I can't keep lying.
I felt tears dwell in my eyes. "My dad... it's too hard to fight him. He beats me up, and I don't even know why. He just hates me." Tears spilled from my eyes and I looked back down again.
"Please don't cry." He hugged me and started to rock me back and fourth. This continued for a few minutes and the only noise filling the room was our relaxed breathing and my occasional sniffle. Brian pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "We don't have to do this." He started to rub small circles on my back.
"If you want me to," I cupped his chin. "Then I will." Our eyes remained locked. I slowly pushed him back on the bed and kissed him, slowly. I moved from his lips to his neck and started nibbling little marks. I kissed down to his collarbone, and then took off his shirt, not really caring where I threw it.
I started nibbling at his collarbone again, stifled moans came from him. "God, you're so hot, Brian," I said in between kisses. He had his hands through my hair, slightly pulling it every time I nibbled. "Matt, fuck,"
I kissed down his body, licking some spots once in a while. I got down to his belt buckle and looked up, and he nodded. I undid it slowly, teasing him. It was obviously getting to him.
"Just fucking do it, goddamn, stop teasing me-ah." He tried to be stern but was cut off by a breathy moan after I gripped his bulge through his boxers. I finally stopped messing with him and I took his hard, basically leaking cock out of his boxers. He sucked air in through his teeth as I took it out.
I touched the leaking tip and he immediately bucked his hips up. "Calm down, tiger." I remarked, followed by a quiet giggle. "Matt, please just, ah," he kept holding his breath and letting it out after a few seconds.
I wrapped my hand around the shaft and Brian let out a choked pant and then jerked his head back. I started to pump up and down and his fast breathing became moans. "Matt, fuck, more, ah, oh, oh my god!" Brian was almost yelling at this point.
I licked my lips and lightly pecked the tip of his dick, this got a good reaction because he slightly jerked his leg and let out a quiet "Matt, fuck." I licked the tip and put my whole mouth around it.
I started bobbing my head up and down. "I don't know if I can last much longer, ohmygod more! More!" Halfway through his talking I took all of his length in. I repeated a few more times and he was convulsing with pleasure.
His body was shaking and his eyes rolled back. "Matt, coming!" He yelled out and hot spurts of cum came out, I licked them all up and swallowed. Spitters are quitters, after all.
"Matt, fuck, so good," he said between pants afterwards. I crawled up and kissed him, so he could taste himself. I moaned in the kiss when Brian reached his hand down and rubbed his hand over my hard bulge through my boxers. I didn't even realize my jeans were off.
"Matt, face-fuck me," Brian said in the sexiest tone I've ever heard. "I-I don't want to hurt you.." I said, my face turning red. He pulled me in for a rough kiss, he kept rubbing at my bulge. I laid down next to him on the bed and he slowly took off my boxers, it was annoying but I guess that's what I get for teasing him earlier.
"Brian, baby, you're so hot" I said out of nowhere, not really thinking, that sex high is the only thing I felt. He looked back up at me and pulled me into another heated kiss, still pulling off my boxers. As he was putting his tongue in my mouth, he pulled my hard cock out, making me moan slightly in the kiss. He started pumping, using the leaking precome as lubrication. "Fuck, oh, oh Brian," I pulled away from the kiss and moaned out.
Brian stopped and crawled down and wrapped his lips around the head, no teasing at all. He started licking sloppily, getting the saliva and precome mixture all over his face. He wiped his face with his hand and licked the remainder off.
He crawled back up next to me on the bed and gave me a tired kiss. He lied down next to me and cuddled up to my side, closing his eyes. I wrapped my arm around him and closed my eyes. A few minutes later I could hear his breathing go in a more softer pace and I knew he fell asleep. I wish I could have fell asleep.
Are we together now? Are we just fuck buddies? Why did I just get a blowjob from a dude who I've only met today? If he made the first move does that mean he feels the same as me? All questions I'm too nervous to ask.
I sighed quietly and shifted in the bed so I could see the alarm clock.
I cuddled closer to Brian and felt myself slipping into sleep.
Not long after I fell asleep I heard a car pulling in the driveway. My half-lidded eyes shot open and I shook Brian awake. "Brain, Brian, wake up, I think your parents are home." Brian's sleepy eyes fully opened and he jumped out of the bed. I followed.
I scrambled around for my boxers, I found them in the sheets of the bed and I put them back on. Next, was my jeans. Brian had already found his and was looking for his shirt. I found my jeans near the end of the bed and I put them on as fast as I could.
The door creaked open and I didn't notice until Brian stopped moving. "Uh, um, hi, Dad." He managed to stutter out. Brian looked to me and some man I've never seen before gave me a questioning look. I mean, he literally walked in on two dudes, who were barley wearing their jeans, running around the room. I would have been confused too.
Brian's eyes widened and he moved his head in a 'say-something-now-or-else-you-better-plan-the-funeral' look. What was I supposed to say? "Oh hello, I'm Matt and your son just gave me a blowjob less than thirty minutes ago! What's your name Mr?" There is no way in hell I'm getting us out of this situation without accidentally saying something.
Brian piped up. "T-this is Matt. I know this looks weird but some kid threw eggs at him at school, and he needed me to wash his clothes. He couldn't go back home either because he said he would have been locked out." Nice save, but I had no clue if he was going to believe it.
He let out a soft "oh" and looked back at me. I moved closer to his dad and stuck out my hand. "Nice to meet you. Your son is really nice." I smiled and he took my hand and shook it. If only he knew I jacked his son off with that hand. His dad looked at my torso with a confused look.
"Hey, son, what happened?" I looked down. Holy fuck, I forgot about the bruises. "Oh, just things got a little out of hand at football practice." I tried to laugh it off as I itched the back of my neck. "Oh, well I hope it heals soon." And with that he walked out. Silence filled the room.
"Brian! What in the actual fuck was that? How did you not tell me when your dad would be home??" I said in a hushed whisper while going back to finding my shirt.
"On Fridays he goes out to the bar with his co-workers! I didn't know he would have come out this early and I didn't plan for us to suck each other off." He said in the same hushed whisper. He was right about the last part.
"Brian, do you want me to go home?" I asked him putting my just-found shirt on. Brian looked at me. "Not if your dad is there. Then I want you to stay with me." Brian pulled me into a spontaneous kiss. I pulled away and nodded. "I'll stay."
I finally had all my clothes on and we both cleaned up his room a little bit. Brian's dad walked back in. "Hey, Brian. I'm going to the bar. Don't set the house on fire." Brian laughed and asked "How long are you going to be gone?"
"Probably won't be back until morning. This old man knows how to party!" Brian face palmed, but he was smiling. "Go you crazy old man." He laughed. His dad left the room and a few seconds later we heard the front door close.
"Hey, what do you wanna do?" Brian smirked. "You." I said. Brian sat next to me on the ground and started rubbing my inner thigh. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and I pulled him into a slow kiss. He kept rubbing up my shirt and then he finally started to take it back off.
Brian leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Matt, please, just fuck me." I pulled Brian in for a kiss and slowly pushed him on the ground. I was on top of him and both of our bulges were rubbing. I started to take my pants off again, remembering where I put them this time. Brian did the same.
I stood up and told Brian to lay on the bed. I got on the bed with him and I got on top of him again. I kissed him while holding both of his hands and he wrapped his legs around me.
I took off his shirt and I placed it on the ground. I started to lick and kiss at his neck while taking off his boxers again. I took the boxers off, and tossed them to the side. Brian reached up and started to take mine off. He took them off and we both we there, naked, horny messes.
I got up and dug through my bag that was in the corner of the room, trying to find that little tube of lube that Jimmy gave to me 'as a joke' when I told him I was gay a few months back. I found it in a side pocket and got back on the bed. Brian grabbed me and started to kiss me, harder than before.
I pulled away and opened the package with my teeth. I squeezed some of the cold gel on my fingertips. "Brian, this might hurt, so just tell me to stop if it gets too bad, okay?" He nodded.
Brian spread his legs and I stuck the tip of my middle finger in. Brian automatically let out a soft moan and his back arched a little. I put in a little bit more and Brian looked uncomfortable. "Brian, we don't have to do this, its okay, I understand." I started to trail off.
"N-no you don't have to.. It's my first time doing anal and I didn't know it would feel like this, that's all." He reassured me. "Okay, do you want me to keep going?" I asked, and he nodded yes.
I put my finger back in the heat and he moaned out quietly. I started to move it in and out. "Y-you can put another finger in, I can handle it." He said, slightly panting.
I put another finger in, stretching him more. "Fuck, ah" He moaned out and I started to move my two fingers in a bit deeper, while moving them in a scissor motion. "Matt, more, ngh" He panted out. I put a third finger in, and he arched his back. I moved all three of my fingers in and out, slightly curling them.
"Matt, I think I'm ready," He said. I pulled my fingers out and I positioned myself. "Are you completely ready?" I asked. He nodded.
I put the head of my dick in. "Matt, fuck," He moaned out. I put more in and he started to arch his back. I started to go in and slowly, the warmth feeling so tight around my hard dick.
At this point Brian was a moaning mess, every time I went all the way in he'd roll his eyes back and shake a little.
I kept going faster and faster, so I took his legs and put them on my shoulders and held his hips. "Matt, oh my god! Harder, please baby!" He moaned out. God, he was so hot like this.
I went in with more force and Brian started to loose it. He had his hands behind his head and his head was jerked back. "Matt, I'm so close, just a little bit more" I felt myself getting close too.
"Come with me," I almost growled out. I went a few more strokes and my hips were getting weaker and weaker. "Matt I'm- fuck!" Brian came and spurts of cum came out and landed on his stomach. A few seconds later I came and I pulled out, some trickled out and Brian shivered at the feeling.
I crawled up the bed and lied next to him. "You're so hot when you're a moaning mess." I said leaning into Brian. Brian moved closer to me and pulled me into a soft kiss. After the kiss, Brian cuddled up to me and put the covers over us. Brian leaned closer into me and rubbed little circles on my back while smiling. "Why are you smiling?" I asked Brian.
"Its just, I'm happy my first was with you." He said to me, wholeheartedly. "Yeah, me too." I said, holding him closer. Brian hummed and traced his fingers over the bruises on my side. "I'm sorry about your bruises. Your dad seems like a giant ass." He said, anger hinting in his voice. "I know. I plan on running away soon." Brian turned his head and looked me in the eyes. "R-really?"
"Yeah, I can't stand living with him, eventually he's gonna kill me if I don't." I said back. Brian's eyes furrowed. He was obviously mad about my dad. "Hey, it's gonna get better. It can't be bad forever." I reassured Brian and he leaned his head into my chest.
Brian mumbled something, but I didn't hear him. "What did you say?" I asked. Brian spoke up.
"I think I'm falling for a boy I just met."
Chapter 3: Overthinking Is Tiring.
Sorry for the shorter chapter, I promise the next one will be longer.
October 3rd, Friday. 7:45 PM
I didn't say anything for a few seconds. I just held him tighter. "I think I am too." I almost whispered. Brian put his forehead on my chest.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, Matt?" He asked. "I haven't really thought of it, but I think it's real." I responded. Brian lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "I think it's real too." His voice was calm. "Would it be weird to say you're the boy I'm falling for?" He kept his eyes locked on mine. I moved my hand to his face and cupped his cheek.
"No, because I'm sure I'm falling for you too." I confessed. Brian put his lips onto mine and we kissed, slowly. It felt different then all the other times, but not in a bad way, it was better than the other times before. Our hands roamed each other's bodies and in that moment I really understood what those stupid love songs talk about. If love feels like this I don't want it to end.
Brian pulled himself away from the kiss and took a breath. We laid there, and just looked at each other, and Brian rubbed small circles on my back. I loved it when he did that.
"Hey Matt," Brian asked. "Hmm?" I said, my eyes closed. "If things get too bad with your dad you can always run to my house." He stated. I opened my eyes. "That means a lot, Brian, thank you." I said back, I pulled him to me closer.
We were in a comfortable silence for a while. The only thing we could hear was each others soft breathing, it was pretty calming. We eventually both fell asleep and took another long nap together.
"Hey, Matt, wake up," I woke up to Brian kissing my forehead. "Mmm, yeah I'm up." I croaked out, my eyes groggy. I sat up and Brian was sitting there in his boxers. I got up to use the restroom.
I walked back in the room and Brian was laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. "Hey, do you wanna go see Jimmy?" I asked, out of no where. I wanted to talk to him. "Matt, its almost 10 o'clock." He said turning to his side and looking at me.
"So? Jimmy never sleeps. Its fine." I said. "You sure?" He asked. "Yeah, get dressed and we can leave." I looked at the ground and saw my clothes laying in a small pile. I grabbed them and started to put them back on, Brian did too.
We had our clothes and shoes on, and Brian and I started to leave the house. I stuck out my hand and Brian held it. "His house isn't too far, just about two or so blocks away." I said as I lead the way. The walk was mostly silent, but it wasn't awkward.
We arrived in front of Jimmy's house and I knocked on the door, knowing his parents weren't home. A minute later Jimmy answered. "Hey Matt, and uh, you're Brian right?" Brian nodded. Zacky walked up behind Jimmy. "Oh, hey guys." I waved at Zacky. "Come in you guys, we weren't really doing anything." Jimmy said.
We walked in, and Jimmy, Zack, Brian and I all sat down on the two couches in the living room. The TV was on but it was basically muted. We sat there in silence for a few seconds until I noticed Zacky open his mouth to say something. He was looking at Brian and I's touching hands.
Zacky finally broke the ice. "Hey, uh, why are you guys holding hands?" He asked. Brian's face reddened and he immediately pulled away and sat on both of his hands. I piped up. "What do you mean?" I tried to brush it off, but I could tell both Jimmy and Zacky were onto me.
"My hands were cold..." Brian made an excuse. Jimmy and and Zacky both looked at each other and started laughing. I sat there puzzled, because why would they be laughing so hard? What Brian said wasn't something to piss myself over.
"Why are you guys laughing?" I tried to be as calm as possible, because I was starting to get fed up. It seemed like they were laughing at Brian.
Jimmy and Zacky calmed down. "It's like you guys are gay for each other or something, it's funny." Zacky said. Jimmy's smile started to fade. I never told Zacky I wasn't straight, only Jimmy and (obviously) Brian know.
"Well, I have a girlfriend." Brian almost snapped at Zacky. I was confused. Was he making that up? Or was it actually true? I'd feel awful if Brian cheated on his potential girlfriend with me. I looked down at the ground. Brian noticed and moved closer to me.
"You okay man?" He asked. "Yeah." I lied. Did he really just have the nerve to ask me if I'm okay? After what he said earlier? I know he said he didn't care for girls but he didn't say he was full-on gay...
Maybe I'm just overthinking. I hope he was making it up. Jimmy spoke up, trying to break the tension that was clearly between all of us. "How about we talk about something else?"
"Whatever, I'm gonna go to bathroom" Zacky got up and left. The moment Jimmy heard the door close he leaned towards the both of us.
"I'm sorry about Zacky, Brian, sometimes he's like that but he's still a really cool guy. Also, I have a question." He whispered. I whispered back. "What is it?" Brian was listening.
"A-are you guys a thing? Never mind, Brian said he has a girlfriend." Jimmy interrupted himself. Brian looked down and chuckled. I felt that feeling from a little bit ago start to get stronger.
"I made that up just so Zacky could get off my ass." Brian smiled. I sighed in relief. "Jesus, Brian, you really scared me there. I thought you actually had a girlfriend for a moment and you were cheating on her." I looked Brian in the eyes.
"I'm sorry Matt. I figured you would have gotten the hint that it wasn't true." He whispered, and grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Can you guys please tone it down with the lovey-dovey crap?" Jimmy laughed. Brian let go of my hand.
Zacky walked back out and sat down in the spot he was sitting in. "Hey, does anyone know what time it is?" I asked. Jimmy looked at his small wristwatch. "It's about eleven." He said.
"Oh shit, Brian, we should probably get back to your place." Brian looked at me. "You sure?" He asked. "You guys can stay here if you want." Jimmy said. Brian thanked Jimmy.
"Thanks, I'm starting to get tired." I yawned. Brian nodded. "Do you think we can crash on the couch?" He asked. "Oh, yeah, we won't bother you guys," Jimmy stood up. "C'mon Zacky." They both left, to I assume Jimmy's room. A few seconds later I heard a door shut.
Brian got up and grabbed a blanket that was laying on the other couch and tossed it to me. I started to take off my pants, so I would just sleep in my boxers. Brian did the same. I laid down on the couch with the blanket on, and I opened my arms, so Brian and I could cuddle.
Brian laid down next to me, facing each other. Brian kissed me and I kissed back. "Goodnight." Brian whispered. I hummed quietly, as I could feel myself drifting into sleep.
My legs hurt. It felt like I was running for a long time. I was being chased by a monster that kept getting bigger and bigger, and the ground started to become sticky, like honey.
No one was at the end of the tunnel, only a bright white light. I started to get closer and closer.
The stickiness of the ground was holding me down. I was so close, yet so so far. No one can help me now.
The monster consumed me and the only thing I felt was a bunch of insects crawling on me, going into my eye sockets and mouth.
My eyes shot open and I felt tears steaming down my face. I hate crying in my sleep. I started to cry into Brian. I felt Brian start stirring around. He woke up completely.
"Matt, baby, are you okay?" His voice was soothing. "N-no." Was the only thing I managed to choke out. Brian wrapped his arms around me and kissed my wet cheeks. "Hey, if you want to talk about it you can tell me. I used to get terrible nightmares too."
The silence filling the room after that was getting louder and louder. I managed to stop my crying a little. "I was running. From this weird blob looking monster. It was getting bigger and bigger. The only thing I could do is run, but the ground was getting sticky, to the point where I couldn't even move my feet at the end. The monster consumed me and a bunch of bugs were crawling into my eyes and mouth and all over my body." I made my sentences short.
"Matt, I'm so sorry. It's just a dream, it can't hurt you now." He cooed to me. His arms were wrapped around my torso and he was rubbing my lower back in small circles. "B-Brian I don't think I can go to sleep again." I said.
"Please try, I don't want you to be super tired tomorrow." He whispered. "I'll try, I guess." I wiped my tears and held Brian tight. I laid there for more than 30 minutes, just thinking about what's going to happen when I get back to my house. I hope nothing happens between me and my dad.
I felt myself slip into a luckily dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4: That Photo Is Worth Keeping.
October 4th, Saturday, 10:23 AM.
I groggily opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Brian laying next to me, asleep, on Jimmy's couch. I thought for a second and started to gently rub his arm.
I heard a soft giggle from him, and he shifted so he was facing me. "Good morning," He said, voice slightly hoarse.
Brian sat up, holding his back. "I always forget that sleeping on couches makes me back feel like shit." He said, chuckling at the end. He grabbed his pants and put them on, kicking each leg into the holes. I didn't realize I was staring. "Hey, I know I'm a hot piece of ass, but, can you stop staring?" He laughed.
I looked away, blushing. "Sorry." I stood up and grabbed my pants that were on the ground, and put them on. "Do you know if Jimmy's up?" I asked. Brian shrugged. "I don't even know what time it is."
He walked over to the kitchen area that was connected to the living room. He looked at the clock on the wall. "It's like, 10:30-something."
"Then Jimmy and Zacky might be up." I said, walking down the hallway to Jimmy's room, where they both slept last night. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked a second time, and then opened it.
What I saw was probably one of the most surprising things I've seen from Zacky, one of the straightest guys I've ever met. The both of them where lying in each other's arms. It was kind of endearing.
"I'm gonna pretend for a second that you guys don't have a thing going on." I said, waking them up. Jimmy shifted around, and opened his eyes. "Oh.. good morning Matt." He said.
Zacky tiredly pulled himself closer to Jimmy, and he soon realized what he was doing. His eyes widened. "Hey! You told me the pillow wall would work!!" He exclaimed.
I stood there, laughing at Zacky's reaction. A look of annoyance grew on his face. "Okay, anyway, I'm leaving, see you lovebirds at school Monday." And with that, I walked out the room. I heard muffled talking through the walls as I walked away.
By the time I had my shoes on I realized Brian wasn't in the living room. "Brian?" I half-yelled. I didn't get an answer. I got up, opened the front door, and saw him sitting on the front step, smoking a cigarette. "I didn't know you smoked." I said, closing the door and sitting next to him. "You want one?" He asked. I shook my head. "No thanks."
"How about we go back to your place?" I asked. He stood up and dropped the mostly used cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. "Sounds like a plan." He smiled and reached out his hand for me to grab.
We walked back to his place, to find his dads car in the driveway. Brian let out a huff. "I don't wanna be here if my dad is home," He trailed off.
"How about we run inside, get my bag, and go to my place?" I asked. Brian smiled. "Good idea."
We started to go inside, and Brian stopped me at the door. "You stay here, I'll get your bag, okay?" He asked, and I nodded.
I waited for a good minute, and Brian walked back out. "Sorry it took me long, your bag was under a blanket for some reason." He chuckled. I swung it over my shoulder and we intertwined hands.
We started to walk the two short blocks to my house. The walk was mostly a comfortable silence, like it usually is. We arrived in front of my house, and I was thankful my dads car wasn't there.
I dug the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. The place looked exactly the same as it did when I left yesterday, so I figured my dad hadn't been there all of yesterday.
I dropped my bag, walked over to the couch, and sat down, and Brian sat next to me. "You wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked. "Uh, yeah sure. But can you get a blanket? I'm kinda cold." He said.
I stood up. "Yeah I'll be back, the remote is on the coffee table." I said walking towards my room. I opened the door and I looked under the bed for the smaller blanket I had. I took it out and brought it over to Brian.
The TV was on and some black and white movie was playing. I gave Brian the blanket and he draped it over himself, and I sat next to him under it.
I looked for the remote around Brian, and I touched something that definitely wasn't the remote.
"Ah," I heard a lewd noise from Brian, so that either means he's fucking with me, or, I just touched his boner.
"Did I really touch your boner just now?" I said, mostly asking myself. Brian grabbed my hand slowly and put it on his bulge. I didn't fight back, I just went with it. I guess this means I'm giving him a hand job.
"Fuck, Matt, please," he breathed out. "Okay, Jesus Christ." I said. I undid Brian's pants button and fly and pulled down his boxers a little, so his dick was out.
He was really fucking hard, it looked painful if I'm honest. I wrapped my hand around his dick and started to pump, slowly, this made Brian moan loudly. "Ah, mmhm, m-more," He gasped out.
I started pumping faster, and Brian was already shaking and moaning. His hips kept bucking up and his leg was shaking. It was hot seeing him like this.
Brian jerked his head back. "Matt, so good," he moaned. I went faster and I put my face in the crook of his neck and started kissing and sucking, giving him small hickeys.
"Fuck, Matt-!" He breathed out as he suddenly came all over my hand. I hummed into his neck and his hips stopped bucking up. "I'm gonna go wash my hands." I said after he calmed down a little. He breathed out heavily.
"Okay, you do that." He said tiredly. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I looked down, seeing my bulge protruding from my jeans. I sighed and walked back out.
"I see you got something there," Brian basically fucking purred, while staring at my bulge. "Well, what are you gonna do about it?" I teased as I sat down next to him.
Brian stared me in the eyes. He suddenly pulled me into a slightly sloppy kiss, which surprised me at first.
I kissed back and held the back of his neck. Brian trailed his hand from the inside of my thigh to my bulge, and he squeezed slightly. My breathing hitched as he did that. He started to grind into my thigh, and I felt him start to get harder and harder. We both pulled away to breath.
"How horny are you? Fucking man-whore." I said breathing out, while smirking. "Well, I am extremely horny, and you want to take a guess of whose fault that is?" He remarked back.
My face immediately reddened and I don't know why I was all the sudden so flustered. I sighed, "Mine?" I asked, teasing him. He hummed back and started to kiss down my neck, leaving small bites and hickeys. His hand was still on my bulge, slightly squeezing, and I was already getting overwhelmed.
"Can you just suck me off now, Bri?" I almost whined. Brian smirked. "Oh, and I'm the man-whore?" He smirked. I sighed out.
"C'mon baby... please??" I asked, the only thing I was thinking about was the feeling of his lips wrapped around my dic-
"Fine." He rolled his eyes, went down to his knees and started to unzip my jeans. I helped him and a few seconds later they were completely off.
Brian pulled my dick out of my boxers and the air brushing over it made me almost shiver. He wrapped his whole hand around it and started to pump, extremely slow.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes. "Brian, c'mon, more.." I said. I hated how he can turn me into this mess, but I also loved it. Brian moved his face closer, and wrapped his mouth around the tip. No teasing, just going straight to it.
I moaned out and placed my hand through his hair. He started to bob his head up and down, moaning slightly. I moved my head and looked down. He started to jerk his dick, in sync with his head.
Brian all the sudden took all of my length in, breathing heavily. I threw my head back again and moaned out, "Brian, just a little more,".
Brian slowly bobbed back up and did the same thing again. My hips jerked up and Brian pulled away. "If you keep doing that I will leave you here by yourself, and I will go straight back home." He almost demanded, and I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.
"Jesus, Brian, are you annoyed with me or something?" I asked, genuinely curious. Brian reached his hand up and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.
He put his lips back around the tip and trailed his hand along my chin to my torso, and then to my dick that was in his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the head and started to pump, fast. I hissed and I felt myself getting really, really close. "Brian, I'm so close," I moaned.
He went a little bit faster and just as he did that I felt a few spurts come out onto his lips. Brian licked it up and wiped the spit off of his chin. I also noticed he came into his hand, and I'm surprised I didn't realize he was jerking himself the entire time.
Brian stood up while zipping his jeans back up, and I pulled my boxers up too. He sat next right next to me, tilted his head over the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling. It's almost like what just happened, didn't happen.
The room suddenly felt like it was ten degrees hotter and I felt really embarrassed for some reason. The room was filled with silence, and it's kind of funny how silence can sometimes be ear piercing.
"I'm gonna get you a towel." I said getting up, and walking to the small cabinet that was in the bathroom that had hand towels in it. I grabbed one and walked back out, handing it to Brian.
"So..." I trailed off, trying desperately to start some sort of conversation as he was wiping off his hands. "Should we like, shower? I mean we smell like sex, and I have no clue when my dad could get home." I said.
"Sounds alright." He said, that his at at me and looking me in the eyes. I looked down at his lips and he caught on. We pulled each other into a kiss, it was slow and sweet.
Brian and I pulled away at the same time, and he spoke. "What about that shower idea?" He asked. I stood up and I started walking towards the bathroom, inviting him to follow me.
"Never thought I'd fulfill my horny teen fantasy of showering with a hot guy, guess today is my lucky day." Brian said as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. I bent over and turned on the water, putting it to the right temperature.
Brian walked up behind me and started to trail his fingers down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I turned my head and looked at him. He hummed lightly while smiling slightly, his eyes half-lidded.
He moved his hands to the bottom of my shirt, and he pulled it off slowly. When he took it off he kissed me, suddenly. I don't know how, but it felt like he was telling me something through that kiss. Like some sort of 'I love you'.
Maybe I'm just overthinking, like I usually do.
Brian took off the rest of his clothes, and so did I. We both got in, and the water was mostly going on Brian, but I didn't mind. He tilted his head back as the water ran down his shoulders and back. He slowly looked back at me, smirking and halfway opening his eyes.
"What are you staring at?" He flirted. How can he make me so flustered by doing the smallest things? My dick has literally been inside of this dude, yet him flirtatiously saying something can make me feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.
Why does it feel like I'm dying?
"You, who else?" I tried to be flirty back. This is so weird. Brian smiled and he ran his hand down my chest, giving me goosebumps. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed some of the soap onto the palm of my hand.
"Old Spice? Really?" He asked while laughing. "Hey, I like the smell of it." I said back, lathering it in his wet hair. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Y'know, this sounds weird, but the feeling of someone rubbing my scalp feels nice." He said quietly, smiling.
I softly hummed in response and continued to lather his hair. He rubbed his hands down my sides and rested them on my butt cheeks.
"I'm trying to have a moment with you and you're touching my ass, okay." I said thickly. "Why the sudden low tone, big boy?" He asked, moving his hands up to my chest and then to my neck. He moved his lips to my neck and kissed it, giving me chills.
He started to nip and suck, and I bit my lip. I don't know if I want this to escalate or not. He pulled away and smiled at me, lips slightly puffy. I continued to rinse out his hair, and then he started to wash mine.
"You were right, the feeling is pretty therapeutic." I said calmly, closing my eyes. I felt the warmth of his face near mine, and I moved my wet face closer to his, locking our lips in a kiss. The warm water was over the both of us. He pulled away and continued to rinse out the soap out of my hair. Brian turned off the water and we both got out, wrapping our towels around our waists.
Brian walked across the hallway to my room, and stopped. "I just realized I don't have any clean clothes." He chuckled. I thought for a second. "How about you just stay at my place tonight? You can wear some of my clothes also." I suggested, making eye contact. "I'll wash your clothes too." I said afterwards.
"Really? Thanks." He said, smiling a toothy grin, that made his top lip curl. He looked so adorable I felt my heart skip a beat.
I walked over to my dresser and grabbed out two t-shirts and two pairs of sweat pants. I tossed them on the bed. "I guess you'll just have to go commando." I said, putting on my boxers. "I don't mind." He chuckled and grabbed the pair of sweatpants.
I put all my clothes on, and so did Brian. I put both of our towels in the hamper in the bathroom and walked back to my room.
Brian was sitting by my bed, looking through a photo album that must have moved out from under my bed when I grabbed the blanket. "What are you looking at?" I asked, sitting down next to him.
"Sorry, it was sticking out, and I couldn't help myself. But did you make this scrapbook?" He asked. "Yeah, I think I started it in freshman year." I said.
He pointed to a photo of Jimmy, Zacky, me and two other girls. "Who are those girls next to Jimmy and you?" He asked. "That girl next to me was my girlfriend, Val, and her sister Michelle by Jimmy." I said. "They both moved away the next year, and when I went out with her I didn't really like her, I just wanted to make her happy since she was my best friend at the time." I explained, and turned my head to Brian. He just let out a quiet "oh".
He turned the page and almost immediately bursted out laughing at a photo that fell out. It was me in the 8th grade, wearing eyeliner. "Hey, to be fair it was Halloween." I said, laughing with him.
He calmed down a little and he looked at the photo that was taped to the page. It was a picture of Jimmy and I on the first day of freshman year.
"How long have you two been friends?" He asked, finger pointing to the photo. "Oh.. I want to say since the 4th grade? Maybe 5th... it's been a while." I said, thinking.
"Wow, are you guys close?" He asked, flipping the page and looking at more photos of Jimmy and I, the page had stickers and various scribbled doodles on it.
"Yeah we are, he's just been spending a lot more time with Zacky lately. Don't tell them that I told you this, but I think they have a thing going on, or a 'bromance'." I said looking at Brian.
Brian just snickered in response and flipped to the next page. It was one of the last ones, and a picture that I put in the back slipped out.
"Who's this woman?" He asked, holding the picture at the corner. It was a headshot of my mom, before she had me.
"That's my mom. Apparently she was going to try to be an actress, but when she had me she didn't have time to pursue it. I hope she's trying to pursue it now." I said, sighing.
"Oh I see it! She looks really similar to you. Now I know where you get your good looks from." He smiled.
My slight frown went away. I pulled Brian in a slightly awkward hug. He used his free arm to half-hug me back. I pulled away.
Brian closed the scrapbook and saw another one that was sticking out from under the bed. "I take it your guilty pleasure is scrapbooking?" He asked.
"I guess. I like keeping good memories." I said back. I looked over at my dresser and saw my Polaroid camera. "Do you want to take a photo?" I asked Brian.
"Sure?" He questioned. I stood up and walked a few steps to my dresser, and grabbed the camera. I sit down next to him as I turned it on.
"Say cheese." I said, turning the camera lends to the both of us, and suddenly Brian kissed my cheek as I took the photo. The photo printed it out and I waved it around for it to develop.
"Lemme see." Brian said, looking over my shoulder. The photo was something I'd probably cherish for a while if I'm being honest. I grabbed a pen that was on my desk and labeled the bottom. '10.3.08'.
Brian's stomach grumbled. "I think I'm hungry." He said, making me laugh. "No shit, Sherlock." I remarked back.
I stood up and Brian followed. "I don't know how much food we have, my dad is never home so.." I said walking into the kitchen with him.
I opened a cupboard. Only a can of chicken noodle soup and some strawberry pop tarts were in there. "Tonight we feast." I said looking over at Brian, who was sitting at the table looking at the comic section of the newspaper.
I looked at the clock. It was already 4:30 surprisingly. "Hey Brian, stop reading Garfield for a second and look over here." He looked up. I tossed him one package of the pop tarts. "Heads up." He tried to catch it but it just landed in his lap.
"Are we feasting like kings tonight?" He asked, opening the package and breaking off a piece. I chuckled, and sat down by him, and opened my pack of pop tarts.
We talked for 20 minutes, nothing important, really. I got up and realized I needed to wash our clothes, so I went to the bathroom and picked them up.
I walked back out, and saw Brian sitting the same spot, smiling. "Why are you smiling so much?" I said looking at him.
"Something tells me you'd be a good housewife." He said laughing. I rolled my eyes and opened the washer, which was near the kitchen.
"Just because I'm nice doesn't mean I'd be a good house wife!" I yelled from the section where the washer was. I put the clothes and soap in, then started it.
"But isn't it a thing that house wives give really good head?" Brian asked, half-joking.
"Brian," I sighed. "What kind of porn do you watch? Pervert." I questioned.
"Let me have my porn in peace, thank you very much." He said, in a matter of fact tone.
"Fucking weirdo." I said, trying to hide a smile.
"Yeah but you fucked this weirdo." Brian said, straight faced.
I feel like this would be one of those moments where if I was drinking something I would spit it out in surprise.
"I-I don't know what to say." I buried my face in my hands. Why is he like this?
"Shut up." I said in my hands. "Awww Mattie-Wattie is embarrassed!" He said in a baby voice.
"Whatever. Dickhead." I said lifting my head up. I thought for a second. "Do you just wanna watch movies for the rest of the day?" I asked him.
He smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a dream." He got up from the chair and walked with me to my room. The then jumped to the bed.
He laid there face up and stared at the ceiling. I got on the bed next to him, and reached under the bed for my laptop, taking it out.
"Hm, how many pirated movies do you have on your laptop?" Brian asked, turning his head towards me.
"Plenty." I said, turning it on. "Scoot closer." I patted the spot next to me, and a second later he was adjusting himself next to me. I put my arm around his shoulder and rested the laptop on my leg.
Brian had his head rested near my chin, and in that moment I felt content and happy.