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CARTER
The stares are getting more intense. It's like these people expect me to do something. This freshman almost walked into me and when he saw my face he turned white as a sheet. I made my way towards math and must have made a wrong turn; well, I made the right turn for somebody. Ahead of me were three burly jocks, each probably double my weight, one of which is the fucking asshole potty mouth from this morning. And this hallway is actually empty right now, in the middle of a school day too. It's like a poorly written slasher happening in real time. I'd be nervous for my saftey if I wasn't a complete badass.
"It's payback time you little bitch," the pottymouth snarled! This should be fun.
"You know I never actually laid a hand on you dude," I pleaded.
"Then your going to pay for your faggot brothers instead!" God I hate that word. Jock number 2 leaned in and whispered something to the pottymouth after that, "I don't care what Damian said," the pottymouth said back to his buddy, "He already got his ass kicked by that cocksucker so I'm doing what I want." Jack beat up Damian huh? Well that fuckin' figures.
"Listen guys," I tried again, "You said some unkind words to my brothers and so they wounded your pride a little bit, can't we just let this go?"
"No way you pint sized pocket pussy, your ours," the pottymouth said before charging at me.
"I tried being reasonable." He is running almost full force towards me, almost. At the last minute, with his left leg extended forward I vaulted off his leg, turned and wrapped my thighs around his head and used the momentum from swinging my torso to slam his face into the floor. I landed up right facing the other two dipshits.
"What the fuck?!" Jock two exclaimed but Jock three seemed to recover from the surprise a little quicker. His approach was a little more measured, he at least adopted something akin to a fighting stance. I allowed him to shuffle his way towards me, right foot never extending past his left. Out of respect and a genuine lack of concern I matched his stance. He swung with his right, too wide, too slow. I went to a knee and punched his left thigh with everything I had. He cried out and started to tip forward, on his way I down I sprung up into an uppercut; lights out. Jock two started backing away slowly then turned and ran.
Great! Now I'm late for class, well in all honesty I sort of did get lost. *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************** JACK
Principle Wright is beyond pissed off.
"What are you two fighting about?" He began. I'm assuming it wasn't a rhetorical question but neither Damian nor I knew who he was talking to. Bellamy took it upon himself to answer for us.
"Pride sir," He explained, although it didn't seem like much of an explanation to Wright.
"Pride? Are you two fucking kidding?" Ok that might have been rhetorical.
"I was just changing for gym when Damian approached me," I said.
"Why did you approach him? I told you to stay away from them, hell I told you to tell everyone else to stay away from them. Why do you think I did that? As soon as they got to the school this morning they incapcitated another student. They can be reckless and incredibly dangerous!" Wright said furiously as though Bellamy and I weren't even here. If Damian was scared though he wasn't showing it.
"I told everyone to stay away, but I couldn't do that," Damian defened himself.
"And just why the hell not?"
"Because you made the mistake of telling me his reputation. Making me warn the other students only added to that infamy, I had to knock him off his pedestal." Not a terrible defense.
"I hate to break it to you dude but you didn't knock me off shit!" I laughed. Wright pointed at me, I stopped laughing.
"I cannot have this. Listen to me, you both are smart, talented individuals; I cannot have you fist fighting eachother. Have you both lost your fucking minds?!" Ok, that was definitely rhetorical.
"Sir, If I may," Bellamy started, earning Wright's undivided attention, "If all you know about us is what our father told you then I'm not sure why it seems like we were misrepresented. We never start fights-" Just then the office secretary walked in and placed a piece of paper on Wright's desk. Wright took a moment to read it, his expression darkening by the second. He looked first at Bellamy and then to me.
"Two of our star athletes were found beaten and unconscious in a hallway," He looked at us expectantly. Bell and I looked at eachother, understanding passing between us.
"We don't know anything about that," I answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Damian shaking his head in silent laughter, "You got something to say over there chuckles?"
"Fuck you Jack!"
"DAMIAN!" Wright yelled, "ENOUGH! You will try to get along with them, or you will stay completely away from them, is that clear?" Wright asked.
"Yes dad."
"As for you three," Wright looked at us.
"But sir there's only two of us here," Bellamy said patiently.
"Don't do that, don't act as though it's not completely obvious Carter isn't galivanting around the school beating up my athletes! At least he was discreet about for Christ's sake, no one saw him. An entire crowd of students saw your cock measuring contest though. This is what's going to happen...Jack and Damian you both have detention," Wright said. Ok detention is a cake walk. "You'll have detention together." God fucking damnit! "Bellamy, get Carter and go home for the day."
"Ok sir," Bellamy said, getting up to leave. He gave me one last look, it was concern. For what I'm not sure yet.
"You two will have detention every day for three weeks," Wright dropped on us. Damian and I both stood up at once prepared to further defend ourselves but Wright just held up a hand. "It's certainly better than a suspension, you will begin right now. Room 212 gentlemen, I'll inform them you're coming," He said.
We each got up and left. ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************** After the teens left Principle Dorian Wright turned the speaker on his phone back on.
"They ended up in my office just like you said they would. Did you catch all of that?" Wright spoke into the speaker. A smooth, light voice replied.
"Every bit of it."
"I'm worried Damian is getting in over his head with the business, how do you think your kids can help him again?" Wright asked.
"They're going to form a bond the likes of which you've never seen Dorian," Alexander Miser responded.
"I hope so Alex, I don't know how much time my boy has left." *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************** BELLAMY
I found Carter's math class. I entered after gently knocking on the door. I informed the teacher that Carter had been dismissed for the day. I watched as he packed up his stuff and made his way towards me.
"So what's up?" He finally asked
"You beat up two athletes, that's what's up" I laughed.
"Shit! They found out? Was it security camera's?"
"No just common sense. Jack and I were both in the office with Wright when it happened so..."
"Damn! What happend with Wright?" Carter asked
"Well Damian swung on Jack and Jack kind of humbled him a bit I think, I wasn't really there to see it happen. Wright called me to the office all the same though. Jack and Damian have detention now, I don't know for how long thou-" bzzzzz! I checked my phone, it was a text from Jack. "Shit it looks like they have detention together every day for three fucking weeks," I said, Carter's eyes started bugging out.
"That sucks, poor Jack. Is this Damian kid at least attractive?" Carter asked.
"Incredibly," I answered. That's what worries me. I looked at Jack one last time before I left and I'm not sure if he could figure out my expression. Damian was gorgeous. I mean Jack is hotter but obviously I'm biased. Still, I'd fuck Damian in a humming bird's heartbeat and if I'd fuck him, I know Jack would too. We're not exclusive, we've never talked about it either but that's only because I think we both feel the other is content with the way things are. After seeing Damian, I'm not sure how I feel now, I don't think I want Jack getting too close to him. They're both alphas so maybe there's hope that they'll continue to repel eachother.
I unlocked my car and after we both buckled up, I turned it over, put it in first and peeled out of the school parking lot. I left a little bit of rubber on the road which I don't normally do, tires are expensive. But what the hell you know? What's the point of owning a sports car if you don't have a little fun every now and then? We were cruising down main street on the way back home, taking in the town; the shops, the people. I noticed a veterinarian clinic, a pharmacy, a garage which we'll probably end up utilizing at some point. I heard there was a movie theater on the other end of town but I haven't seen it yet. I also saw what might be a couple neat places to eat. There was a little bistro slash coffee shop called The Root. Further down the main strip was The Calypso, the most affluent fine dining establishment in all of Salt Stone. I saw the police station, which looked pretty run down. Other than that, there were quite a few empty store spaces for lease; I guess the rent was too high for them to make it but I would've assumed tourism would take care of that. This isn't exactly a major tourist destination, I doubt too many people even know this town is here but that doesn't mean there isn't a tourist season. Eventually though we made our way out of town towards what turns into suburbs and beach houses.
I never knew what the late Mrs. Miser had in terms of life insurance, I just always assumed it was substantial. I say that because dad bought one of those beach houses. Also I'm not entirely sure what dad makes. It as well could be sizeable given that both mine and Jack's cars were paid for and dad doesn't want us working. He gives us all allowances, pays for our car parts, food, clothing, meals, etc.. I remember Jack begging dad one night to let him fill out an application at this fast food place that was down the road from where we used to live. Dad told Jack to stay where he was and he left the room, when he came back he placed two thousand dollars down and slid it across the table. He said that we were taken care of, that we were not to work. We never spoke about it again after that.
I pulled up to our house and into the driveway. Dad's Jeep was in one of the garage bays and the other one is for Jack's skyline when it arrives because, well, it's a skyline. I've got to say the house is beautiful. Four spacious bedrooms, four and a half baths, massive open floor plan and a great gym. The kithchen and living room had undisturbed views of the ocean. The walls were a light sand color and thankfully the previous tenants knew how to decorate; there was a gray and blue, ocean storm theme to the decor that we didn't feel like changing. There's something different about this time. We've only lived here a couple of weeks before school started and we're completely in love with the place. I pray dad doesn't ask us to move again, he could have a mutiny on his hands.
"Ok well I'm going to go beat off," Carter said unenthusiastically. Poor kid didn't get his meat wet today like he'd hoped. That sort of gives me an idea.
"Hey Carter," I called.
"Yea bro," He said kicking his shoes off, revealing his all white socks.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked.
"A hand? Beating off? Wow you must be extra horny if you're asking to fool around with me," He smiled.
"Yea maybe whatever, you down?"
"Hell yeah, this doesn't make me gay though Bell!"
"It never does Carter," I laughed, "Sit down on the couch." He did as I asked. I went and kneeled in front of him, I picked up each of his feet and took his socks off one by one. I rubbed his fifteen year old feet for a short while before asking him to take off his shirt. His six pack came into view first and on my way to them I ran my hands up his thighs on the outside of his joggers. I then kissed my way up his abs to his perfect dime sized, pink nipples. Carter always loved having his nipples played with. I sucked and toungued them for only a minute or so before I coudn't ignore it anymore. His eyes were hazed over and his bulge was obscene. He lifted his hips and helped me pull down his joggers and ethika boxers. I stripped them from his body completely, leaving him with a seven inch dick sticking straight up. But I'm a sack guy so I went for his balls first. He gasped when I sucked the first one into my mouth, washing it with my toungue, I then gave the other one some attention. They were so soft and smooth and his scent was incredible. I licked up his hairless cock to the pink arrow shaped head and swirled my toungue around it. He started whispering expletives when I slowly sucked his dick to the base of his pelvis. He placed his hands on my blond head, pleading with me to bob faster. I did. For a time it was steady, rhythmic, but when the adolescent lion in him took over, he needed more. He stood, both hands still on my head and began pumping his young cock in and out of my mouth as fast as he could. Legs spread wide, sexy feet firmly planted, his dick was a blur now and he was there.
"OH FUCK YES BELLAMY," He pumped, "Suck my fucking dick, swallow my cum, swallow ALL of my cum. Here it is...AWWWW FUUCKK!!" He threw his head back and held my blonde locks tightly to his groin as spurts of thick, sweet cock juice coated the inside of my mouth. Slowly he pulled his depleted dick from my mouth and collapsed back on the couch behind him, shivering in the blissful after shock of my job well done. His eyes were closed and while I knew his dick was too sensitive to manipulate further, I took this time to continue to appreciate him. I kissed the tops of his feet. I licked his calfs, moist with a glean of sweat. Then I kissed the inside of his thighs, all the way back to his purse where I gently licked under and all over the sides of his sack. When I was done I looked up and he was fast asleep. When I looked down I noticed I had cum in my pants. Now there's the difference between him and Jack. There's no way I could miss cumming myself if I were with Jack hehehe.
I wonder when I should go pick up Jack. Maybe I'll thaw some steaks for dinner, should be a beautiful evening. ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************** JACK
This is bullshit. Room 212 is at the other end of the fucking building and there isn't even a teacher in here. It's dark in here too, there is a tree line outside the rooms main window. The view of the forest canopy is pretty, there's just no sunlight here at this time of day. Also strange that there's a forest here at all, although it is a small town, perhaps developers just haven't gotten around to it. I didn't notice on the way in, Bell might have, but there's a small mountain not far from here. I'm not sure what it's called.
I would be completely lost in the scenery right now if it weren't for him. He's huffing and puffing like an actual child because he has to be in the same room with me.
"This is all your fault," He scowled.
"Do you not remember swinging on me first?" I asked.
"I wouldn't have had to do that if you'd just stayed away!" He yelled. He looked away from me then and I tried to process that in a logical way. I couldn't.
"Look, my dad moved my brothers and I here. I don't know why and I'm not going to apologize for it. You clearly feel some type of way about us being here and that's completely your problem, not ours." He made eye contact with me again, I think responding well to how calm I'm speaking, "You have a certain way of doing things here, I can respect that but you haven't even given us a chance to step on your toes yet dude," I reasoned.
"Would you have?" He asked
"Not intentionally but at some point probably, yeah," I answered. "I'll be frank with you, all our lives our attractiveness has benefitted us a lot but it's also gotten us into trouble. Somebody somewhere always wants to take us down a peg and I just can't allow that to happen. It's not personal until it is, I won't let my brothers be slighted by anyone."
"I wouldn't have gone after your brothers first."
"You wouldn't be breathing if you had," I said casually.
"Ok see that shit right there is what I'm talking about. You got a lucky lick in on me, don't be so confidant that I can't fuck you up too!"
"Ok." I said
"Ok? Ok what?"
"Ok I wont be so confidant that you can't go toe to toe with me," I started, "IF you try to get along with us, at least get to know us first. It's going to be a long ass senior year if we're fighting eachother all the time."
"What is this? What are you saying?" He seemed utterly confused.
"I'm saying I'm going to try to treat you as an equal, maybe even as a friend if you'll let me," I explained. He seemed to think about this, maybe imagining ways I could pull his feet out from under him but no tricks I promise. I'm serious.
"Agreed," He said finally, "I could use an ally like you. But if we're going to even attempt to be friends, then there's parts of my life that your going to need to be aware of."
"Oh I'm sure there is, but not now. Right now let's just focus on getting to know eachother." I said, leaning back in my chair. "At least now I don't have to worry about you and my brothers," I sighed contently. Damian looked like he was deep in thought about something.
"I wish I had with my brother what you have with yours," He said lowly. I looked over at him and saw such a mixture of sadness and frustration. Ok, well, I guess it's as good a time as any to be a friend.
"What's wrong with your relationship?" I asked
"He hates me," Damian said non-chalantly.
"Well I don't know him, I barely know you but somehow I doubt that's true."
"He wants nothing to do with me, doesn't want to be around me, doesn't want my protection but he's not a fighter like I am...like you and your brothers are," He explained. I thought about this.
"You don't necessarily have to throw punches to be a fighter, He may be dealing with things that he's not comfortable telling you, things he may feel he has to fight on his own," I proposed.
"I know exactly what he's dealing with, it's me and my dad that don't know how to deal with it." I think I know where this is going but I'm going to need a little more than that.
"What else can you tell me?" I asked. He looked at me again and maybe remembering that I'm not an enemey, not at the moment anyway, he continued.
"He's like you," He said sort of ambiguously.
"You mean ridiculously sexy?" I threw in a joke and surprise sur-fucking-prise he laughed. It was a jovial, throaty laugh too, real genuine.
"No," He regained himself, "Hes gay," he looked down. I maintained my gaze on his face though.
"I thought you said you didn't have a problem with, "queers," I think you said." He looked a little guilty at that, which I also found surprising.
"I said that to hurt you, I really don't have a problem with gay people. I mean there a lot of bad ass gay people out there."
"You only have a problem when it's your little brother," I stated, connecting the dots. He nodded.
"Yea me and my dad are having trouble with it, but in different ways. Dad is completely unaccepting of it where as I just don't know how to talk to him anymore. It's like I don't know how to be a big brother. I want to be but I just end up saying something or doing something that he views as bigoted. I'm NOT a bigot," He said emphatically.
"My dad always told me that an outside situation can affect an individual in the completely opposite way when it touches them personally. I'm guessing that's why your dad is seemingly ok with me and not with his youngest son," I tried to explain.
"That makes sense, growing up dad never spoke ill of gays, still doesn't. He just can't accept it and they've had arguments where I've failed to defend him and I feel like shit for it but it's not because I don't love him or anything. I just dont know how to talk about it." Wow, this was a heavy fucking conversation for a new friendship, especially one built off of physical assault.
"When's the last time you told him you loved him?" I asked, getting the expected response, the deer in headlights response.
"I don't know," He said, coming to a realization.
"He's your little brother, you need to communicate with him. If you're having trouble telling him how you feel, then tell him what you know; you know you care about him, you know you want him to be safe and happy, start there." Damian just sort of stared at me in disbelief.
"You always give such great advice?" He smiled at me, man that smile is something else. I returned his smile, my dark molasses eyes staring into his deep ocean eyes. My god his lips are-bzzzzz!! Shit, a text from Bellamy. I averted my gaze to open the text, steaks for dinner cool! OH and he's picked up Lucas Wright on his way to the school to get me. Bellamy wants to know if he should thaw another steak for the kid. I looked back up to Damian, an awesome idea forming in my mind.
"Do you have a car Damian?" I asked
"Of course."
I texted Bellamy Back: Take Lucas back 2 the house, I'm getting another ride, and make sure u thaw 2 more steaks ;)
BIG THANKS TO SAM for editing this chapter for me! I went back and added stuff buddy but I was super grammatically careful so I wouldn't have to waste your time ;)
Ok, what did you guys think? What's up with the mysterious Alexander Miser huh? What's wrong with Damian and what kind of trouble is he in? Is Jack and Damian's friendship set in stone yet? Maybe not but there seems to be hope for it, maybe more than friendship ;) Steaks for dinner but what else?
Also I totally went out on a limb with that blowjob scene lol I was ridiculously horny when I wrote that too, how was it?
Literally can NOT wait to hear from you hehehe
Thanks, Dillon