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Strength Because of You By Daven
Chapter 2 -- Despair
I woke up before the alarm went off. I looked outside. Nothing but gloomy gray clouds making their way lazily across the sky. My mood this morning was the exact opposite. For the first time in a long time--I was happy. The troubles of yesterday were nothing but a blur today--some distant memory that seemed to belong to someone else. I had a friend here already. My life seemed to be getting on track again--finally.
I climbed out of bed with a little smile on my face. I was busy pulling some clothes. I was zipping my pants when I noticed--I was humming. Hehe. My day brightened more. It was starting to come together. I was new here and this time no one would find out I was gay. These past few months when I was at my lowest, I found myself wishing I wasn't some freak. That I was normal--straight--like the other guys. I wasn't the type to usually worry about these kinds of things normally. Could Terrin be gay? Impossible. It didn't merit thought.
Since I woke earlier than usual, I had more time to get ready. I spent the extra time making myself look really good. I don't know why--who was I trying to impress. I already dismissed the possibility of Terrin was even remotely gay--I just couldn't believe that. He was the image of athletic straight male. Everyone, deep down, entertained such thoughts about their crushes, though, and I was no different.
I finished and checked myself in the mirror. I practically glowed with an inner light. I know it sounds cheesy and cliché--there was a spark back in my eyes. I spark that dimmed but refused to die these past months.
I looked at the clock. I still had some time before I had to leave for school. I wondered where I would see Terrin. Maybe he'd wait by his locker--no, his mom's class would be more reasonable. No sooner did I sit down, when the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" I couldn't see out the peek-hole. I didn't open the door. Call me paranoid, but I had to know who was on the other side before I opened a door. You just never knew with people these days.
"Let me in, tough guy, I'm getting soaked out here." It was Terrin! I got the locks off and ripped open the door in record time. I ushered a soaked Terrin inside out of the rain. I peeked around outside. The rain was coming down hard. It was so heavy I could barely see the house across the street.
"What're you doing here? Why didn't you ride to school with your mom or something?" I scolded him getting him some towels.
"I figured I would brave Mother Nature with you." He peered out the window. "Just didn't expect it to come down so soon--and so heavy. All right then. I'm not letting her foul mood ruin mine."
"I'm not looking forward to going to school in 'that." I emphatically wave outside.
"Is that your mother's car out in the driveway?" A spark lit in his eyes.
"Forget it. It just got here. It's not on the road yet." There went that idea. I don't even when I would be on the road, though I doubted she would use it much.
"I wish I had that car already. We would get to school dry." It looked like Terrin didn't relish the thought of going back out in that.
"Well look like she's gonna get me too--it's time to go." Wish there was time to come up with something else--or at least have the rain let up. But that wasn't happening.
"Well, I can't get more soaked that I am now." He put on a smile. I tied my backpack in a thick garbage bag. Terrin did his too after a moment--to spare his stuff further damage.
Terrin found out differently. By the time we got to school we were both thoroughly wet. I didn't bother rushing to get my bike chained up--the rain already done it's damage. We must have been a sight walking into the school. Water was dripping all over, leaving a train in our wake. Our shoes made squishing noise--water pumped out of them with every step. I might as well have not spent so much time getting ready this morning, I looked like a mess now. But we didn't care. I was in even a better mood than when we left. We looked at each other and grinned.
"So what do you have first period?" Terrin asked.
"I got Chimis--woa!" I slipped, my legs flying from under me. I grabbed Terrin by reflex, his strength keeping me from busting my butt on the floor. He helped me stand up, struggling not to laugh, letting it loose when I started myself.
"Chemistry." I said after we calmed down.
"Cool, you're in my class. Come on." He started walking faster.
"Wait. How do you know?" I asked running to catch up--being careful not to fall again.
"There is only one Chem class this block. That's us." We reached the class. We were a little late, but one look at us and the teacher didn't bother us. Chem was fun. Terrin changed seats with a girl--'to copy my answers'--he said. He looked so serious I almost believed him. Of course we didn't talk during the lesson--being next to him was enough for me. The Teacher announced we had a lab today. Terrin already had a partner--I had to find one myself. My partner became a girl who was previously paired with two other students. With me it evened the numbers.
I took a liking to her immediately. Besides her being pretty--her humor and laid-back attitude was contagious. She had brain to match her looks.
"You look young to be in here. I know--I know. You probably get that a lot, but, you know what?" She said smiling, her pale green eyes gazing intently at me.
"No... What?" I found myself grinning, despite my wet clothes starting to bother me.
"You're cute. You got that innocence about you still. Untainted by high school and 'other' influences." AS she said that, her eyes flickered across the room. 'Other' referred to a tall boy. He was laughing--apparently stoned out his mind.
"He's like that a lot?" I whispered, to her. Like he would here me speaking about him.
"More or less. Never fails. You don't seem like you would care to make your way up the social ladder. Yet... I hear you and Terrin are hanging out, tough. I seen you two come in together--looking water-logged. You guys friends?"
I unconsciously looked at him. He was intently working with Mike--the captain who's team I was on yesterday--on his lab. Mike was writing things down as Terrin relayed them to him. I don't know why, but I got the impression Terrin didn't trust him to handle the equipment.
"Yea--I guess you can say that. I met him only yesterday--my first day--and well, he kinda forced himself on me." I laughed.
She grinned. "He go himself a good friend. The jocks aren't that bad, but they all seem rather shallow--unless you're part of them." She smiled. "So how 'does' it feel to be part of the 'in' crowd. Part of the elite. Friends with the most popular--and sought after--guy in school. He's starting Quarterback of the Varsity team 'and' captain of Varsity wrestling team."
"Well I'm not really in the 'in' crowd. I've only been hanging out with Terrin so far. I--I don't care too much about popularity anymore--I guess I never realized how popular he is. And I'm certainly not one of the girls 'chasing after him'." Oh but I sure would if I could.
"You certainly aren't," she said looking me over. I got the feeling I was being graded. "Even for a little guy, you are most definitely hotness. I'm glad you aren't 'assimilated' yet. I don't much care to talk to Terrin's crowd unless I have to." As we talked we were testing and recording data. We were almost done. I didn't even realize how fast we were going through the lab.
"Do you like Terrin?" Of course I had to ask, she 'was' a girl after all.
"Given the chance with him I would definitely say 'yes'--despite the crowd he hangs out with. He's gorgeous--and has a great personality. He's strictly off limits, though. He has a girlfriend, you know." Actually I hadn't known. "He's been with her since the beginning of high school--two year now. Though he's known her since elementary. We don't get much chance to talk. Since I've known him he's had that crowd around him. I don't wish for the unattainable, though. He's been more distant this year though."
Hearing he had a girlfriend was like a punch to the gut. I didn't let it show though. Even though I tried to deny it--I guess I was secretly hoping... Now that I knew he 'wasn't' gay, and was so into it with his girlfriend, I felt a hollowness in my chest. I didn't really want to be in class anymore. Damn I was stupid. I was falling for him. It only made me feel worse.
"What's wrong, Julian?" Damn--she caught me.
"These clothes are bothering me," I lied. "The longer I'm in them, the worse it gets." She appeared to believe me.
"Why don't you guys go get dry clothes. I'm sure the nurse--or coaches--got something laying around.
"Hehe. Yea right. I'm not wearing anything the nurse has to offer. Probably old-fashioned--I'm not getting laughed at. Don't think Terrin's too worried about it." We looked over at him. He looked up and grinned, shifting his weight slightly.
"I think they are plain sweats. Nothing that stands out or anything. No one would make fun of you. You should change," she said with concern. "you might get a cold or something."
"It's all right. I can handle a little discomfort," I said. Just then the bell rang. I didn't even notice we were done already. We had just been just talking without doing anything for a minute, I noticed. It took a moment to clean up and hand in our work. I grabbed my stuff and walked towards the door.
"See you later, Julian," she said.
"Later, Terra." I waved. I saw her stop Terrin before I turned towards the door again and walked out. Terrin came jogging up to me a minute later.
"Come on, tough guy. Let's go get some dry clothes." I just followed him. I couldn't look at him, remembering what Terra and I had talked about. Even him calling me by the nickname he gave me didn't elicit it's usual feeling in me.
He lead me to the gym and we stopped at his locker. He told me he always kept extra clothes in his locker--for whatever. He gave me some sweats and one of practice shirts. He assured me they were clean and not to worry. Even feeling like I did now I would mind being in his clothes after he had been. I changed leaving on my boxers--they were barely damp and would dry fast being out of my wet clothes now. He looked incredibly sexy in his clothes. His shirt exposed a little of his stomach and I found myself staring. He didn't notice. We put our wet clothes in the Phys. Ed economy dryers and left.
His clothes were a bit big on me, but they felt more comfortable than anything I've been in. I looked at my schedule for next class--French three, then set out to find it. I was thoroughly late when I got there. My teacher--an older gentleman--gave me an angry look before marking me tardy. I went to sit in a empty seat at the back of the class and immediately wished I hadn't. He started saying something to me in French, but I could only catch pieces of what he said--nothing that let me understand what he was trying to say to me. Damn--how did he expect me to know this level of French. Finally he just walked up and grabbed my backpack from me and carelessly tossed it into a chair up front. The class roared with laughter. I wordlessly went to the front of the room, determined not to let this get to me.
"Now--since you don't seem to understand any French--why are you here? He had an amused sneer on his face.
"I 'do' know 'some' French." I said irritated. "I've only taken two years, though. How am I supposed to understand all that?"
"Oh--I'm sorry for speaking above you." This began another bout of French that I understood a little more, but was still lost on me. He was speaking so fast though, I was hopeless confused practically from the start. The other students seem to understand him better than I did--I heard quite a few chuckles. Finally he stopped--exasperated.
"Well I can't work with you. Obviously they didn't teach you enough in your previous years. This is a busy class and I can't spend the time trying to bring you up to the level of the rest of the class. Go to the guidance office and tell them you're being transferred out of here. I don't want you in this class. I can only work with the kids that are at the proper level of understanding of this language." The kids laughed.
I just sat there dumb-founded. How could he just kick me out without a chance. I grabbed my backpack, turning to see if maybe he was just joking with me. Surely he wouldn't just kick me out.
"Well, what're you waiting for. You're wasting my time here. Out with you." I backed away and suddenly felt myself trip over someone's foot. The impact jolted my forearms as I tried to catch myself with them. That brought more laughter. I got up and ran out the class.
Instead of going to the Guidance Office, I went to the bathroom. I avoided anyone in the hallway heading there. The bathroom was spotless, I noted with little interest.
I held myself in check. Only by sheer force of will did I not cry right then. I just rocked back and forth telling myself over and over that I wouldn't cry. I was stronger than that. I was there a long time. Many people had come and gone while I was in there. At one point I heard to people come in and then the familiar voice of Terrin. They were talking about football practice being cancelled since the rain hadn't let up. The coach didn't want to risk any of his players.
I was hoping that Terrin would come over again. I still felt down from what Terra said, but I rather be with him today than alone.
"Got lunch next period," said an unfamiliar voice. "And a much needed break from class, thank god. I don't know how you breeze through everything, Tere. It's just so easy for you."
"It's not hard. Maybe if you weren't so lazy," he joked. They shared a laugh.
"You coming over after school and staying the night. You know my sister is having friends over tonight. Even though you got a girl, don't mean we can't fuck with them. Also I got some new shit I wanna show you. When is Marissa coming back anyway?"
"She'll be back in school next week--she says. I'll meet you outside later, I just gotta talk to my mom and tell her my plans."
Then they were gone. I somehow felt betrayed, but then scolded my for being stupid. Just because I wanted to be around him so much, he had friends long before I came along. He would just drop them to hang with me.
The bell rang and I left the stall. I had third lunch today, so I had a whole block to deal with before I got a break. I started looking for my class immediately. Didn't want to give anyone a reason to start on m.
This time it wasn't the teacher. It was another English class. First semester Films. All the kids in here were upperclassmen again--making me feel small. Price to pay for being above level in mostly everything. They started on me soon after class started.
"Whoa, check out the small fry. Aren't you a little small to be in here?" Where did I hear that before. I ignored him. "Oh, I get it, you're one of them geniuses, huh? Too good to speak with us. You think you're above us--being up here with us big guys and all." He was laughing at his own jibes--a few of his friends joining in.
"Leave him alone, Brad. You're so immature--I swear!" Some girl said, annoyed. I was already ticked from earlier.
"Well I don't know," I drawled, my voice sweet as honey. "Seems they just let any imbecile in this class--I mean they let you in here, didn't they?" This brought his laughter to a halt. I could see his face go red. I didn't stop there. "Oh, wait! You might not understand me. Brad not understand? Brad is dumb-dumb." I did in my best caveman voice. The girl laughed openly. "You would think with a head that big it would be at least hiding a brain in there, or is that just your over-inflated ego. Oh wait--dinosaurs were the same way. Big head--peanut brains. Whoa," I said pretending to get dizzy. "I feel a little dizzy. Oh that must be Brad's brain trying to leech mine to make up for it's incredible loss--the poor thing. Well, maybe if you weren't some complacent prick, it would be properly nourished with knowledge." Then as an after-thought. "Oh, my bad, complacence is laziness. You did know that, right." My voice was full of mock concern. I winced sympathetically and went to sit.
My tirade set him off. He jumped out of his seat and rushed me. My desk turned on it's side and spilled me to the floor. He pulled back and aimed to punches to my face. It hurt like hell. The first hit brought a fountain of blood from my nose; the second split my lip. I punched him in the eyes with all the strength I could muster. He recoiled in shock.
"You bastard!" He yelled. Before he could recover I kicked him hard in his nuts. He crumpled over like a baby and rolled around in pain.
I was grabbed from behind by the teacher, some kids in the class laughed at Brad. I didn't feel any satisfaction. The teach let me go when he seen I wasn't going to resist. He buzzed the office and had someone come up and get us. We were brought to the nurse to get fixed up, then was escorted to the office.
The principle was surprisingly lenient with me. He told me Brad had a natural abrasive nature and I only fought in self-defense. Though he was concerned about where I aimed my last attack. Though the amusement that a Freshmen laid Brad low wasn't lost on me.
I went to see Terrin's mom. She didn't have a class that block. She was shocked and concerned when she seen me--going instantly into mother-mode.
"What on Earth 'happened' to you, Julian!" She pulled me over to her chair and sat me down.
"Just another day in hell for Julian Beacher," I replied sarcastically. I told her about second and third blocks--which wasn't much since I was in neither for more than fifteen minutes. Then I broke down and started crying my eyes out on her shoulder--though I was careful I didn't get any blood on her. Her presence comforted me, almost like Terrin's did. She just had a way about her where you wanted to confess everything that ever made you feel bad. Terrin was much like his mother. When I finally stopped she wiped my tear away and kissed my forehead. I told her I didn't want to be here anymore.
"I think maybe you should go home early. Did you tell anyone about this?" She asked. I shook my head mutely. "Well I will have a talk with the principle. This kind of thing is not to be tolerated here!" I didn't say anything. If students couldn't hit me, they would just get at me in other ways. It' how it happened before. I couldn't decide which would be worse. I was only comforted by the thought that my secret was still safe. I would be ten times worse if everyone knew that I was gay.
She brought me to the office and signed me out. The rain was coming down still--though considerably less than it was. I rode home silently--and slowly. I just poured over everything. It seemed my life would always be hard on me no matter the situation. Look at everyone know. Not because I'm gay, but because I'm a Freshman--intelligent. I'd hate to see what would happen if people did know I was gay. I would have problems with Brad, for sure. He wouldn't let what I did to him easily drop. I knew his type.
I got home and went up to my room. My mom was gone who knows where and no one was home. I preferred it that way--no one to see me. I stripped; then realized I had left my clothes at school. Oh well. I put on dry boxers and laid in bed. From my heart being broken by Terra about Terrin, and the hell from today, I cried myself to sleep.
: : : 'Oh my god. Julian is a little faggot. I knew I felt something wrong about him. I bet that's why he ran from his school.' A crowd of people were standing around me--watching me as if I was on display.
'Sick... a real cock-sucking queer.' A boy poked me as if he was afraid to touch me--as if I was something alien. 'You're not like that, Terrin, right!'
'No! Are you fucking crazy!?' Terrin shouted. 'If I would have known he was just a little cock-hungry fag, I wouldn't have even talked to him. Who cares what my mother would have thought.'
Some girl with dark, curly hair was next to Terrin. She wrapped her arms around Terrin's waist, holding him close and cuddling with him. 'Don't say anything like that about my man. I know my Terrin isn't a pansy. He's all studly male.' She turned him and they started kissing, showing the absurdity of the idea of him being gay. Terrin moaned and used his tongue to play with hers.
'You think it's contagious. It might be dangerous.' The "it" referred to me. 'Maybe we could kill it. Put it down like a rabid dog.'
'I can't believe it Tere. You was around him more than us--you didn't know?'
'No. Just thinking about how close he was too me disgusts me. I was even wrestling with him. The little faggot was hot for me I bet. Ugh. Can't believe I let him touch me. I think I'm going to be sick.' I reached out for him pleadingly--he faded away.
'Look at the fag beginning. The sick fuck is trying to contaminate Terrin.' Then they were all hitting me. I screamed in pain but no one heard me. : : :
"No!" I screamed popping up. I looked around. It was just a nightmare. But I couldn't help wonder how much of it would be true if anyone found out.
I heard a knocked at me door. I looked out the window and saw it was night already. I got up and opened my door. It wasn't locked, but my parents always respected my privacy.
"Julian! I heard you scream." She pulled me into a hug. "I didn't know you were here, honey. I thought maybe you were at Terrin's house." She fused over me.
"It was only a nightmare. I'm fine now--really." After much persuasion I got her to let off me, though she nearly freaked when she noticed my lip. I went to my bed and sighed, then I sat in front of my computer.
DESPAIR
I finished the poem. Tear were slowly falling down my face--salty and bitter just like my life. I don't know where the word came from. I just typed and that's what ended up on the screen.
My mom knocked on the door again, breaking me out of my silent contemplation. Hmm. I wonder what she wanted now. Maybe worrying about me since I didn't come out my room. Maybe Terrin was here. I jumped up and opened the door.
"What?" I asked.
"Dinner is done dear. Come and get something to eat." Only food. She wanted me to eat. 'Of course you fool. You didn't really expect Terrin to be here, did you? He was only being nice because his mother asked him to.' I considered that. Was Terrin only pretending to be my friend? It didn't bear thinking about.
I got up and went to eat. After I ate I sat in the living room and watched t.v. For a moment in time I forgot all those bad things in my life. Afterwards I took a long hot shower and went back to bed.
--Terrin's POV--
I wondered where Julian was. I hadn't seen him at all this morning, through the way Jake was following me--talking my ear off--I didn't have much leisure to look. I never checked in with mom last night. She wasn't in her class when I went to see her, and I really didn't feel like looking around for her. I just left a message that I would be staying at Jake's
The bad thing with knowing everyone is when you have something important to do, they were always delaying it. I was beginning to get annoyed with everyone--though I didn't let it show. And the way the girls were trying to make themselves so sexy towards me just grated my nerves. Did they think I would play around just because Marissa wasn't here--I mean come on. I hoped at least 'one' of them seen Julian.
As it turned out, no one had seen the little guy. I wasn't fretting, thought. Maybe he needed his space. God knows that I took breathers away from all these guys now and then.
Mom started class. I was finally left alone to think. They knew better than to interrupt her lessons. They were perfect students in here--as if she didn't know them better than that. I was working on a paper, though I couldn't concentrate on it. I didn't have to try hard in this class to get a good grade--English was second nature. To anyone else it would seem like I 'was' working hard, but I let my mind wander.
Practice was scheduled for today. It would probably be brutal for the two days 'vacation' we got from. I wasn't complaining, though. I loved football. It would be good to get my mind on something else than where my mind was wandering.
Then I thought of Julian again. Where was he? Could he have gotten sick from yesterday? It was pretty horrid out. We were really soaked--it was fun. 'I didn't get sick, though, but he is smaller than me.' We could barely see riding through that downpour. And when the little guy almost busted his butt on the floor--it was hilarious. Though I wouldn't have thought so if he hurt himself. He almost brought me down with him grabbing onto me like he did.
The essay was finished. I held it out for her to take it. She briefly scanned it, nodding to herself. I don't know what she expected to find in these things. I wouldn't 'dare' make a mistake on an essay. I laughed to myself.
"You know what's up with the tough guy today?" I asked, then remembered she wouldn't know who I was talking about. "Julian, I mean."
"His mother called him in today." She replied.
"And?" I asked, hearing more left out. I didn't miss much.
She gesture me into the hallway. "I don't think Julian is sick. He came to see me yesterday. He's having problems in school, Terrin." Wow, I hadn't noticed. He looked happy to me whenever I was with him. So much for not letting much get past myself. "His teacher humiliated him in second block and he got into a fight in third block. Brad Ferguson started on him."
"Poor little guy. He just seems to small to be taking bullshit like this." I didn't normally curse, but I was angry. I didn't like to hear the kinds of things she just told me. I didn't like to see my friends hurt. "So how was he?"
"Well let's say he more than got Brad back for what he did. But he got a split lip and bloody nose out of the deal. Though, when his lip heals, I'm sure the girls with go crazy over the sexy new scar he will have. He was hurt, Tere. Really hurt. I signed him out to go home--though I was hesitant for him to be alone. And well you know the rest.
"I will go over there after practice and see how he's hanging in there." I waited till class was over and went to lunch. After lunch was Chem.
Terra worked with me and Mike in Chem since Julian wasn't there. She asked where he was--so I told her; leaving out all the other stuff my mother told me. I still felt bad for him, my protectiveness was urging me to protect him. Chem went by fast and then was math.
I missed Julian here. I was looking forward to seeing him play his game again. His love for math made me smile too. None of my friends were that interested in math. Sure they were intelligent in some aspects, but Julian was a lot like me. With him here it was just more enjoyable. If he was a girl I would definitely fall for him.
Then school was over and it was time for practice. I put my backpack in my locker and headed to the gym locker room. Some of the guys were already there changing. They were busy joking and having fun like always.
"Tere--think fast." I turned and caught a helmet out the air.
"Oh! You want to attack me while my back is turned, huh?" I started walking imposingly at him. Some of the guys joined me. "I say we get him, boys." We all jumped on Jake--Tommy, Jeff, Mike and I. He was howling with laughter. I lost myself in the moment of companionship. I could depend on these guys to get me laughing one way or another.
"You think coach'll kill us today? Getting two days off an' all." We all knew, but Jeff answered anyway.
"Don't you just know it. And we are gonna take it out on our favorite quarterback."
Practice was hell. After the usual warm-ups and exercising and running, we were ready to play. The brutal work out we were just put through showed. We were even more brutal against each other. At one point I took too long in passing to Jake--my wide receiver--and Mike took it upon himself to crush me. I went down hard, my side hurting like hell. I got up and got in position on the line of scrimmage. This went on and on, one half trying to crush the other--no matter we were all team mates. I got hit more before practice was over--my breath coming in short gasps. Then coach blew the whistle and practice was over.
"I'm glad that's over. I have enough aches to last me a lifetime." I said to Jake. It was getting dark now. I slowly walked back to the locker room and showered. I just sat under the hot spray for a while, letting the heat soothe sore muscles, then I soaped up and washed myself gingerly. Jake, being a practical joker, started a soap war. Soon soap was being thrown all around. It didn't stop until coach came in and broke it up. After that I dried and got dressed, said 'bye to everyone and went to find my mother.
She was in her class room, just finishing up with essays. She didn't look up until the last one was finished.
"How was practice, dear?" She asked, though she could tell from the way I held myself it was pretty rough.
"Horrible. Coach worked us like we missed a year of practice. I felt like a rookie all the times I got hit." I said, rubbing my aching side. The guys seemed intent on taking me out. It was like they were trying to create some havoc with my body. "What did I get?"
"An 'A'. If you got anything less I would put more hurting on you than what your buddies did in practice. Not because I'm trying to push you, but you should 'know' English like the back of your hand."
"Yeah--yeah. Let's go now. You gotta drop me off at Julian's so I can talk to him. I will probably stay the night." I started for the door as she grabbed her things.
"Don't you think you better see if it's all right with Julian's parents first? You can't just waltz in on people and say you're staying the night, Tere." She told me.
"I'm sure the tough guy will let me stay." It never occurred to me that there was a chance I couldn't stay over.
"If you can't stay I want you to rid your bike home. And you better ask when you get there so it's not too late to come back."
She dropped me off and I went up and knocked. When Julian's mom answered I waved mine away. She let me in and closed the door.
"Julian is up in his room," she said, walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks." I ran up to his room, skipping stairs as I went.
I walked into his room without knocking. Hey--we were friends; I did that to all of them. What I seen made me laugh to myself. The little guy was standing there stark naked checking himself out in the mirror.
"What you looking at, tough guy?" I asked jokingly.
--Julian's POV--
"What you looking at, tough guy?" I spun around at Terrin's voice. I hadn't heard him come in and he scared the hell out of me. Then I remembered I was naked and quickly attempted to cover myself. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Haha; it's nothing I haven't seen before. You learn not to be bashful when you constantly shower with a bunch of guys." Terrin laughed. "Besides you don't have anything to be ashamed of." My face burned hotter.
Terrin might have not been bashful, but I felt strange standing alone with him naked. It didn't help with his 'nothing to be ashamed of' crack.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, pulling some boxers on quickly.
"I came to talk about yesterday--oh, and I'm staying the night. If it's all right with your parents of course?" He made me smile. He sounded like he was staying anyway--permission or no. "Well I hope so; I forgot to grab my bike off the truck.:
"I'm sure mom won't mind." I said. His mother must have told him about yesterday. I didn't want to talk about it. "I don't want to talk about yesterday. It's done and over with now. I'll be back there soon enough. Sit down or something."
Terrin moved over to the bed and sat down stiffly. I seen him wince and try hiding it. When he was sitting, he sighed.
"You ok?"
"Nah. Coach was rough on us in practice; and the guys were more rough. I'm still as a board. My side is killing me." He pulled his shirt off and I saw a small darkening of skin. I poked it, and he winced. Damn he was gorgeous. Somehow seeing he wasn't above pain made him even more sexy. He didn't try to be macho about it.
"all right, 'tough guy'--you want ice for that? Or are you too manly to care about such little pain." I said, in mock macho voice.
"Give me the ice, bastard." He laughed
"I ran downstairs and made an ice pack. When I got upstairs he was sprawled on me bed, making himself comfortable already! He had his eyes closed. I put the pack on his face and he jumped, nearly knocking both of us to the floor.
"I'm going to get you for that." He said grinning. He pounced at me and I dodged. I moved off the bed taunting him.
"Come on--come get me ." He lunged at me and I tried to dodge. I was too slow and he caught a foot and pulled me onto the bed.
"Now, what's this?" He started tickling my feet. "Oh, a tickle pad." I was laughing too hard and beat on the bed begging for mercy--finally he let me go.
"Here's your damn ice." I shot the ice at him and he easily caught it. He laid back down on his stomach and set the ice to his side. I moved over to him and started massaging his back.
"Awww--god--that feels good. Push a little harder though; my muscles are pretty tense right now." I put more pressure into it and he shuddered now and then in pleasure. It felt great touching him. I think I enjoyed giving him the massage more than he did in getting it. I put my attention back to what I was doing--didn't want to get excited on him. I went like that for a while--kneading his back and getting the muscle pliable. Then I gave him a brisk rub down, feeling his muscles smooth beneath my touch.
"There--all done. How you feel now?" I asked.
He flipped over. "Do this side now." I gladly obliged and started on his chest in the same way. His chest was big. His pecs perfect slabs of muscle under my hands. Though they were soft in his relaxed state. It was amazing how hard his muscles could be--yet how smooth his skin was. It was warm and silky. You would think a boy as active as he would have had scars or blemishes--there was nothing. I had to wear them down before they wanted to cooperate. by the time I was finished with him he had the rhythmic deep breathing of sleep. I got up smiling. He must have been really tired from practice.
I started pulling his clothes off. Shirt. Shoes. Socks. Pants. I know I must have let out a gasp when his pants came off. Terrin's CKs were a couple sizes too small and it showed. He was huge! His dick must have been at least six inches soft and it was thick. It was in a semi-bloated state from the massage it looked like. I couldn't believe something so big could be on someone his age. But there it was in all of it's glory. I felt like I was lacking; big-time.
Laying there he just looked so peaceful and adorable. Before I knew what I was doing I was bending down until my lips touched his. The shock of what I was doing broke though the fog of my head. Then I pulled away--afraid. He looked like he was sleeping still. I bent down and grabbed his clothes to bring them to the washer. I turned to go out the room.
"Julian!" I froze. Shit! He caught me. What the hell did I think I was doing. I was ruined for sure--if he didn't kill me first. He was quite capable. I was too scared to turn.
--That's it for now. Chapter 2 ended. I would say with a nice cliffhanger but you could read the original and see what happens. For those who aren't reading the original and want to see it unfold in it's new version.. Well it won't be long for chapter 3: Deceptions to come out.
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