This story contains male-to-male consensual sexual relationships, so if this is illegal for you to read, please adhere to whatever laws you abide by.
This story follows a previous story of mine called Wade & Christian, which you can find in the 2004 high school section of this fine archive. I suggest you read it first. BUT, if teen angst and ultradrama romance is not your thing, this story does stand alone.
For my fans, this story is mighty different from Wade & Chris and The Prick, it is about a conflicting relationship and the power of true love. So, if you are looking for any of my previous stories regurgitated, you will be sorely disappointed. This story will run about 12 installments. It will also feature the characters of Wade & Christian quite prominently, so let's enjoy the ride, shall we?
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Mannie stared at his reflection in the floor length mirror on the bathroom door and sighed. He could still hear the sound of them all laughing and the blaring music downstairs. For once he was tired of feeling sorry for himself. He had never been the type to sit around and mope over anybody...and he was determined not to start now.
He turned away from his reflection and headed down stairs. He descended into the well-lit foyer and peeked around the corner into the living room where Wade, Christian, Reggie, Kiesha and Jon were all hanging out. His eyes went directly to Jon who was sprawled across an armchair with a slice of pizza in his hand, facing the foyer. Their eyes collided briefly and Mannie was the first to look away. He ignored the loud thumping in his chest and grinned in the general direction of the room.
"I'm heading out, guys," he called out with a wave of one long arm, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. He nodded at the waves and goodbyes they threw at him and hurried out of the front door.
It was hot outside and Mannie was grateful for that. It meant that he would not have to bear the sweaty interior of the club and the search for the right guy. He didn't want to go through all of the motions, the small talk and all of that, he wanted to get right down to business.
He walked across the street, digging in his pocket for his ciggarettes as he went. He fumbled uncharacteristically with the package and his lighter, his long fingers shaking just slightly. He wasn't going to think about Jon. He wasn't going to think about anything that had happened in the last few weeks. He was going to keep working and save up as much money as he could and get the hell out of there as soon as time would allow because he couldn't deal with the way he felt. His mind couldn't process the crazy things he had started to hope for.
With his long strides, he ate up the mile or so downtown, a lone figure among the couples and groups traipsing up and down the row of clubs and bars. He didn't stop when he found the place, but headed around the side of the tall building and into the shadows of the alley behind it.
Jon took the steps up to his room two at a time, his slice of pizza still in hand. Once he was in his room, he tossed it in the trash and wiped the grease off of his hands on the jeans he wore. He tore out of the red t-shirt he'd put on earlier and dug in his closet for something dark, settling on a navy blue one. He pulled it over his head and then paced around in a semi-circle, quaking with nerves before he grabbed his key and wallet and stuffed them in a back pocket.
He left his room and stood in the hallway for a long moment, giving himself a pep talk before he turned towards the stairs and crept stealthily down. He stood at the bottom for an interminable time before he rushed silently out of the front door and outside. He stared off down the street quietly, then peered the other way and was just able to catch a glimpse of Mannie's back disappearing around the corner some way down the street.
Jon started down the street, at a full run. He had never followed anyone before and his hands were sweating and his heart was pumping and his skin tingled with fear. He hadn't been out on his own after dark since before the accident and he was scared as hell that he was going to have a blackout and have to call home. They would question him about where he had been and what he was doing outside and Wade might even insist that the therapist come back to monitor his progress, but Jon didn't care. He wanted to find out where Mannie was going, what he was doing, who he was seeing.
Was there a guy? Jon was fairly sure that there was no one serious, but Mannie was an attractive guy and he was always talking about screwing around with some guy or another. As Jon rounded the corner, he spotted Mannie making his way down the busy street and Jon stopped running, knowing that he had to keep his distance if he wasn't going to get caught. He put his hands in his pockets and kept his eyes on Mannie, his thoughts whirling around in his head in a blaze.
When Mannie turned a final corner and skittered down an alley, Jon got as close as he could and then stood indecisively on the corner, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come all this way and he sure as hell was not about to turn back. Jon looked back the way he had come. He didn't even know how to get back, he'd kept his eyes stuck on Mannie the whole time. He felt a surge of panic surround him, but he brushed it away. He walked the path that Mannie had just went down, hesitating to turn into the alley, instead peering cautiously down it.
Mannie was there, leaning against a brick wall, darting a look here or there. Jon pulled back so that he wouldn't be spotted and looked around wildly for a place to hide. He had to settle for the side of a dumpster, crouching near the entrance to the alley and peering through a small line of vision at Mannie. There was another guy a little further down the alley and Mannie was staring at him. The guy walked closer to Mannie and then leaned against the wall next to Mannie.
Jon watched as they exchanged words, barely breathing. Then, Mannie moved away from the wall and moved in front of the guy. The guy was shorter than Mannie but broad-shouldered and strong. He had a thick head and features that Jon couldn't really make out. The guy reached his hands out and clutched Mannie's hips. Jon felt his stomach clench and roll. The guy leaned forward as if to kiss Mannie, but Mannie's head went down and the kiss landed somewhere along the long length of his neck. The guy didn't seem to mind, though, he pressed his face against Mannie's neck and pulled Mannie by the waist, closer to him. Their crotches were touching, rubbing against each other.
Jon closed his eyes for a long moment, then opened them again to feel a shockwave go through him. Mannie was getting down on his knees! He watched as the guy's sweatpants went down, revealing a flash of white skin and then Mannie's head was buried in his crotch, moving rythmically back and forth, Mannie's lips were stretched over the guy's cock and the guy started shoving himself further and further into Mannie's throat.
Jon felt a sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach, jealousy, anger, hurt and, worst of all, desire. He could feel himself rapidly hardening in his jeans and he didn't know what to make of himself.
The guy was fucking Mannie's face in earnest now and talking so loudly that Jon could catch snatches of his voice here and there even though he could not make out the words. It went on for several minutes until the guy lurched harshly and let out a loud grunt. Jon could tell that he was cumming and Mannie wasn't even backing away, instead grasping the guy's ass and pulling him closer, swallowing everything. For a moment, Jon felt an overwhelming urge to scream.
It wasn't until he focused on the pair again and saw their faces turned towards him that he realized that he actually had.
Mannie could feel the slow drum of desire coursing through his veins. The guy put his hands on Mannie's shoulders and applied a persistent pressure, urging Mannie to his knees. Mannie easily succumbed to his urges, dropping to his knees and pulling at the easy access pants the guy had on. They slid down easily enough and the leaned against the wall, pushing his hips out slightly to reveal his short, thick dick, jutting out neatly. Mannie looked up at the glazed look on the guy's face, and quickly pushed him to the back of his mind, urgently willing himself to make this one like all the others, easy and smooth and about getting off and nothing more.
But every time his eyes closed, Jon's face flashed before his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to dispel the image, it was there and then Jon's wide, callused hands and his tight, muscled body. In seconds, the dick in his mouth didn't belong to the blunt-faced man in the alley, but to Jon. Mannie gave into the urge to pretend and with his eyes closed and images of Jon dancing before his closed lids, gave himself over to the rhythym of it, the cadence of the head of the thick cock at the back of his throat. Mannie moaned and could feel the hard flesh in his mouth begin to pulsate and the guy begin to grunt as if he was on the verge of exploding. Mannie tightened his lips and throat muscles around the cock and felt the first shot of cum in his throat, gulping reflexively.
Before he had even finished, though, a loud scream stopped them both in their tracks. Mannie turned in the direction of the sound and the guy did as well, snatching his still pulsating dick out of Mannie's mouth and stuffing it into his pants. Mannie was jumping to his feet ready to run when a familiar head of brown hair appeared above a dumpster near the front of the alley. Mannie's heart began to drum crazily in his chest and he stood there frozen in the dimly lit alley, peering at Jon as he walked out from behind the dumpster.
"What the fuck - " the guy started and then took off, rushing out of the alley past Jon, not even wanting to know if they had been watched by a perv, a cop, or a jealous boyfriend. He rounded the corner and out of sight.
Mannie stood there, staring at Jon, watching as Jon made his way towards him. When he was a few feet away, Mannie turned away from him to stare at the dead end on the other side, silently giving up the thought of just running away from the situation. He cupped his head in his hands for a moment, then turned back to face Jon, afraid of what he would see on his face.
"Shit," Mannie said when he accurately read the disgust etched across Jon's face. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Did you know that guy?" Jon asked, his voice was shaking with some emotion that Mannie couldn't read.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mannie asked, louder, an inch away from a scream.
"Did you know that fucking guy?" Jon asked again, his jaw set in harsh lines. "You were sucking his dick, did you even know the guy?"
Mannie looked away from the ugly expression on Jon's face, the purplish color his skin was turning and shrugged, nonchalantly.
"Of course, I didn't know him," Mannie said, calmer. "It's called anonymous sex." When Mannie went to turn away from Jon, Jon grabbed him by his shoulder and pressed him back against the brick wall.
"You've got his cum on your chin," Jon spat the words out at him and Mannie paled visibly, lifting his arm to swipe at his chin with the crook of his elbow. Self-conscious, he ran quivering fingers over his face, avoiding the look in Jon's eyes. He was ashamed. He had never been ashamed of his sex life, not a single time, but in front of Jon's probing eyes the feeling of shame and depression ate at his stomach like acid.
"You didn't even use a condom," Jon accused, looking at Mannie with wild eyes, eyes that hated him. Mannie couldn't bear the look, he broke away from Jon, walking swiftly away with Jon fast on his heels.
"Is this what you do, Mannie?" Jon persisted, catching up with Mannie quickly and pressing in.
"I told you that I'm not a saint," Mannie, stopped in his tracks, told him with closed eyes. He was starting to visibly quake.
"Wade was right about you - " Jon started viciously and Mannie swiftly interrupted him.
"Don't you fucking start on me," Mannie raged at him. "What the hell were you doing here in the first place, Jon? I didn't send out engraved invitations."
"I followed you," Jon said firmly. "I wanted to hang out with you."
"Since when, you wouldn't even say two fucking words to me earlier," Mannie reminded him. "You stayed away from me like I was contagious. I don't give a fuck what you think or what Wade thinks. I do what I do to deal with what's going on in my head. I don't have to justify myself to you...or anybody else. I've been up front with you from the fucking beginning so don't treat me like shit now."
Mannie finally met his eyes, willing himself not to break down again. What was it about having Jon in his life that made him an emotional wreck? He pulled away from Jon and started down the street.
Jon watched him go for a long moment, looking around as his emotions finally began to come down. Mannie was several feet down the road when Jon called out to him.
"Mannie," Jon yelled at the top of his lungs and Mannie stopped walking.
"I don't know how the fuck to get home," Jon screamed at him and Mannie's shoulders slumped. He turned around and waited.
Sorry, guys, I've had a major case of Writer's Block, hope u like it. If so, please let me know!
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