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THAT SEXY DAMN FUCKER CHAPTER THREE
Levi brought his handsome face up from Tommy's neck, and he smiled sneakily as he saw that Tommy was just as flushed as him.
"Jason is gonna be back soon..." he whispered, and playfully nudged his nose against Tommy's nose.
Tommy finally gave up the pretense that he wasn't JUST as into this as Levi was, before he smiled too, for the first time really that day, up at his teammate, before he took the ultimate plunge and leaned in...
...kissing Levi first, for the first time sharing a kiss that Levi himself didn't instigate.
"I guess so..." he replied, as his eyes told Levi everything that he wanted to know.
There was no way in hell that either boy wanted to leave the other.
Not now...not after this.
Levi slowly pressed his forehead against Tommy's...the latter could feel his warm, spearmint breath flowing across the entirety of his being...
...before Levi kissed him one final time.
"Sleep tight, beautiful..." he whispered, before he winked at Tommy, and got the hell out of the room.
**
"COME ON, YOU LAZY BUNCH OF GIRLS! I wanna get back to school before the world ends! Get your butts in that bus before I come and GET you!"
Tommy smirked as he heard Coach Jenkins's voice streaming over the megaphone that he had to have found for God knows where, before he turned around and stared right into the eyes of his best friend and life long confidant, Jason.
There was a funny sort of light reflecting inside the boy's eyes as he totaled his buddy, before he stood up and sat down next to Tommy.
"Bro, I know I'm not the smartest peanut in the packet..."
"You think?"
"Shut up! But even I know that you're really not supposed to call out another dude's name in your sleep, so I'm really kinda confused why you would say Levi's name like ten zillion times during the night?"
Tommy froze...his life literally catapulted towards himself running to the toilet and pushing his head into the water so that at least he could drown with dignity...
...but he sighed instead and got up, sitting with his knees bent, and his arms stretched right across it.
How the fucking hell did he even START to explain any of this to Jason?
JESUS...
He had thought of telling his best friend what was happening between himself and Levi...that he had somehow developed an insane attraction to the boy that he deemed a sworn enemy not two weeks ago, but ever since THAT incident in Levi's apartment, when the boy, then stone fucking drunk, kissed him so unexpectantly...
...it was something that Tommy Fox himself had trouble explaining or even understanding.
All his life, he had known himself to be straight. He and Jason had been checking out girls ever since they were at the tender young ages of twelve.
This...whatever it was, had come SO out of the blue and had fucked up literally everything that he ever thought he had known about who and what he was...
...but then he shook his head silently as he remembered Levi sneaking in here the previous evening when Jason was out, and the two of them had shared yet another kiss, this time Tommy taking the lead in actually making the first move...
...and it was wonderful, the sheer forbidden act making all of this seem even more REAL, and more powerful that it needed to even be.
Jason frowned as he playfully poked Tommy in his side, making his best friend jump up in literal fright, as he was so violently ripped from his thoughts.
"You going to answer me? Why are you dreaming of Levi of all people? I thought you two couldn't fucking stand each other?" he demanded, as morbid confusion continued to soar through the poor boy like wildfire.
Tommy sighed before he placed his handsome teenage boy face in the palms of both of his hands, and groaned out loud, before he looked at Jason in sheer desperation.
"Jase, you're my best and oldest friend in this whole world..."
"Yeah, no shit..."
"...SO...if I tell you something, you have to PROMISE me that it goes no further than these walls, okay? It literally stays right here! PROMISE!" he hissed towards his buddy, culminating in him reaching out with his hand, holding his pinky finger towards his bestie.
Jason's eyes softened somewhat in his teenage naivety...they had been doing this...pinky swearing each other to secrecy and stuff ever since they were together in Kindergarten...the mere fact that Tommy was this serious about what was going on, had him worried more than anything else.
He nodded and joined their fingers in a solid embrace, before they sealed the promise with an almighty pull of their joint limbs.
"Dude, you look like death right now...what ever it is, it can't be that bad, can it? I mean, you're not dying, are you?" Jason asked, whispering as his voice suddenly turned dry.
Tommy rolled his eyes like only a fucking irritated teenage boy could, before he checked the door was locked, which it was, before he looked down at his bedding.
"Jase...have you ever...you know...wanted to...explore kinda with...well, you know..."
Jason sniffed the air.
"...no...I don't know because you won't tell me..."
Tommy sighed. Jason was going to ACTUALLY force him to SAY it. Clearly.
"Jesus, man...I mean...have you ever had a crush...or just liked...another boy before?" he whispered, dreading the answer...dreading what Jason was going to think of him, dreading that he might be losing his best friend here, along with all the self-respect that they had for one another.
This thing with Levi...this wasn't just a phase, Tommy knew what. There was a surreal part of him that wanted SO badly to ask Levi to stay with him last night.
The bond and camaraderie that they had built ever since their first kiss, had been nothing short of special...and Tommy wasn't sure that he was ready to let things go just yet.
Not when the kiss, not when everything about Levi felt as RIGHT as it did last night.
Jason was quiet for a while, before his eyes lit up in a shock horror white measure...
"OH...you mean...LEVI? Levi Fucking Carter? The same dude who you pushed into the school at pool and Coach had to jump in and pull you apart?"
Tommy winced.
"YES! For fuck sake! I...there is something weird that's kept happening between us in the last couple of weeks. You know, that day when he had gotten sick at school and went home? You remember?"
"I think so..."
"Well, Coach gave me his address and I was like, we have a swim meet later that week, so we couldn't afford to lose him for that...but when I got there the dude was smack bang DRUNK out of his mind, bro! we talked trash and insulted each other a bit and then things got weird..."
"How weird?" Jason asked, his mouth literally hanging open at what he was hearing.
"Well, he suddenly told me that I'm...apparently sexy and all of that..."
"...no kidding? You, sexy?" Jason giggled.
Tommy managed to shut him up with showing him the finger.
"Dude, he just KISSED ME! And since then, I can't fucking get him out of my damn mind! And then yesterday...last night, he sort of...came in here when you were out and we kinda did it again..."
Jason smiled, his shit-eating grin growing by the mere second, as he stood up and stared at Tommy as if he was now only seeing his best friend for the very first time.
"Dude...I just...I mean, I GET it, I'm not a homophobe or anything, you know that, right? Wow...this is insane! But now...what about Veronique? Where is she gonna fit in now that you're going GAGA over Levi?"
Tommy stood up and playfully pushed Jason away from him.
"No one is going GAGA over anyone? And by the way...who even TALKS like that?"
Jason smirked.
"Don't you fucking judge me, you're the one sticking your tongue down another dude's throat!"
"Jason, I swear to GOD...!"
Jason giggled once more before he placed both of his hands on Tommy's shoulders. He noticed the boy was actually trembling...and although half the kids in the school thought he was nothing more than Tommy Fox's BFF and that was kinda the only reason why people tolerated him, he knew in his heart what it must have taken for Tommy to have told him this.
His best friend trusted him enough to share such a private, intimate part of himself to him, and he treasured that, like nothing else in this world.
"Tommy, look...I'm just trying to light the mood here..."
"The only thing you're fucking lighting is my anger!"
"What I'm trying to say is...if you have a crush on..."
"IT...IS...NOT...A...CRUSH!"
Jason flicked Tommy's nose, making the boy fall back in mock pain.
"What I'm saying is...if you like Levi, then I'm totally not gonna like...disown you or anything. Jesus, Tommy...you're my best friend in this whole world! I would have been bullied and beaten-up loads of times if it wasn't for you! I mean, you're still TOMMY FOX, even if you just now...happen to like guys!"
Tommy gently rubbed his sore nose, and he instinctively knew that, that wasn't the only reason he was now tearing up here. Jason's words right now, meant the world to him, because this was all so new to him, too.
He pictured Levi in his mind, and a warm feeling started to spread across the entirety of his chest. He literally couldn't wait to actually see him again. He slowly smiled, before he placed his hand solidly on Jason's shoulder.
"Thanks Jase...I don't even know what to fucking say right now...I was so afraid that you might go all trump on my ass and start to say I'm going to hell or whatever..."
Jason snickered.
"You're going there anyway...me and you both! What's one more thing to add to the list of horrors? Come on, we have to get ready before Coach comes in here and throws us out of the fucking window," he cackled, as the boys quickly made up their beds and gotten their stuff together, ready to get out of the room and back to school.
Tommy's heart was beating faster than usual when he saw he had three WhatsApp messages, including a voice note from Veronique.
His girlfriend.
Who he STILL loved despite everything that had happened.
He sighed, and quickly typed a reply back to her.
"Babe, totally sorry, had a late night and only seeing your messages now. Love you, see you when we get back later!"
SEND.
Why did he just now feel like the biggest piece of SHIT on this earth?
**
"Okay, you delinquents, are literally have TEN minutes for you to take your piss and shits and get back here so that we can be on time, back at school! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
"Coach needs sex, my God..." Tommy whispered to two of the guys on the team, who nearly indeed, shit themselves with laughter, before the boys quickly ran into the rest stop, half way home from the swimming meet.
Tommy didn't have to use the toilet, and instead he walked into the little garage shop that accompanied the rest stop, before he took out his wallet and sighed miserably as he realized he only had enough money left for one packet of crisps. He so longingly stared at the delicious homemade chicken and mushroom pies that was on offer, but he forced himself to grab the crisps, paid, and got the hell out of there.
He was so fucking hungry to be honest...but he knew that his parents did all they could to give him what little money they had. He pursed his lips as he saw the rest of the team all devour their own pies and sweets, and donuts and fucking pizza slices that they all brought at the garage shop, trying to keep his cool, and his hunger in check.
"You okay?"
Tommy turned around and saw that Levi was now standing behind him, his eyes as blue as ever, his blond hair cascading over his forehead, gently being swayed by the light breeze that was travelling over the area. He swallowed...and that strange damn warmth he experienced earlier, started to make its very presence once more, clear as day.
He looked down at the tarred ground before him, placing both of his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
"Yeah, no worries," he said, but his voice totally gave him away, without even trying.
Levi frowned, before he lifted up his arm, attracting the attention of Coach Jenkins.
"Coach! Can Tommy and I go the bathroom before we go? I have something in my eye, and I can't fucking get rid of it! It's BURNING like crazy" he suddenly cried out, leaving Tommy's mouth dropping open, just like Jason's were earlier.
Coach placed both of his hands on his hips as he stared at the boys.
"Whatever next...just get it done and quickly!" he thundered over to them, himself urging to get home to his own wife and kids.
"Come on, we have to be quick!" Levi whispered underneath his breath.
"What the hell for?" Tommy whispered back, but in the same instance, decided to trust his teammate, as they both entered the toilet area.
Levi quickly went about checking if no one was still inside, before he double-checked that Coach or the rest of the team wasn't watching or looking at them, before he quickly closed the toilet door, and locked it.
Tommy stood in the middle of the bathroom proper, his arms crossed in front of him.
"And you brought me in here for...? There is literally FUCK ALL wrong with your eye..."
Levi smiled as he quickly walked closer to Tommy and stopped when he stood before him.
"Shut up, stop talking..." he whispered, before he took Tommy's handsome face inside both his hands, leaned down and kissed him.
Tommy moaned silently as he realized just what Levi's plan had been all along, before he reached across his person and wrapped his arms around Levi's back, pulling the boy towards him even more, their lips a virtual blur as they both tried and failed to get the upper hand over the other.
Levi growled as he released Tommy from the kiss, and pushed the boy against the side wall of the area, before he leaned in and kissed Tommy's neck with a vigor and a need that even surprised Levi himself. Tommy fucking smelled SO GOOD...that he literally couldn't stop himself.
Tommy, in turn, GRINDED the lower part of his groin against Levi's, desperate to feel some kind of TOUCH from that damn sexy fucker, and both boys hissed their satisfaction as their clothed, straining dicks caressed the fuck out of each other, when they finally met.
"Why do you I feel so attracted to you..." Levi whispered, his voice thirsty and yearning for Tommy, as he PUSHED his stone hard teenage boy erection against the equally hard phallus that belonged to his teammate, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets, as Tommy gave BACK as good as he was getting.
Tommy's tongue searched for and found Levi's, as the two organs did the so-called forbidden dance for ultimate boy supremacy, as Levi reached down and gripped Tommy's hard cock inside of his palm, making the latter boy shriek as his dick was touched by another person for the very first time.
Levi immediately sensed that something was wrong, before he took one last lingering taste of Tommy's bottom lip, and softly, gently placed right hand on Tommy's cheek, caressing the boy's soft skin.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked softly, leaning in and kissing Tommy's forehead, looking as worried as he had ever been, before Tommy shook his head, and clung to Levi as if he was afraid the boy would fucking disappear if he didn't.
"It's just...no one has ever...I mean..." he stuttered, before he looked up into Levi's beautiful blue eyes, feeling as pathetic as he had ever done, before the boy smiled and nudged his nose against his own.
"Why didn't you tell me what that you're a virgin?" he whispered, grasping Tommy's lips between his own once more.
Tommy swallowed some pent-up saliva, before rolling his eyes, a notion that was SO kin to him.
"You didn't fucking ask, did you?"
"You're the one with the girlfriend, I just assumed you guys were fucking!"
Tommy sighed, before he slowly reached up and gently pushed Levi away from him.
His girlfriend.
Jesus Christ, his girlfriend.
"Tommy?" came the worried spoken words from Levi.
Tommy shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair, before he gasped for some much-needed breath.
BREATHE...BREATHE...don't let him see this...PLEASE NOT NOW...he prayed over and over in his mind, but it was way too late. He had been triggered. And when THAT happens, nothing and no one could stop these panic attacks from happening.
Levi watched in shock horror, as Tommy sunk to his knees, his handsome face distorted as he had ever seen it, to the point where he could have sworn the boy was turning as blue as a fucking Smurf. He immediately knelt down and took Tommy's hands inside his own, before he pressed his lips against Tommy's temple...finally realizing just what was happening with his teammate.
"Breathe, buddy...in...out...come on, follow me...listen to me voice...IN...OUT...BREATHE IN...and OUT...slowly Tommy, slowly..." he whispered inside the boy's ear, feeling Tommy shiver and SHUDDER like a leaf in winter, as he tried his best to get the latest of these incessant attacks over and behind him.
What felt like several hours, when in fact it had only been a couple of minutes, Tommy finally managed to get his breathing under intense control, as he came back from his so-called high, and started to realize what was going on around him yet again. He blinked a couple of times, taking huge breaths for some much-needed air...
...and before he could stop himself, the toll that it had to have taken on his body overtook his state of mind, and he literally COLLAPSED into Levi's arms.
"Easy, buddy...easy does it, yeah? Just breathe in...and out...take all the time you need, screw the bus and screw the Coach, okay? Just breathe..." Levi gently continued to snap Tommy out of this, doing the best that he possibly could, of you took in just where they found themselves...a nasty, garage bathroom.
Tommy swallowed slowly, before his eyes searched for and found Levi's.
Levi reached over and wiped Tommy's jet-black hair from his forehead, before gently placing a kiss on his temple.
"You're gonna be okay, yeah? You're stronger than this, okay? You can fight this..." he whispered.
Tommy closed his eyes in sheer embarrassment, before he BURIED his face inside the crook of Levi's neck.
No one...no one in school had EVER witnessed one of his panic attacks, ever before. He had ALWAYS managed to keep them under control at school and at swimming meets. He had medication that avoided these things happening, but with all the confusion and worry over what he was feeling towards another boy, LEVI CARTER of all people, had him totally forgotten to take it over the course of the weekend.
The door of the toilet area was SMASHED open as Coach Jenkins had finally had enough of waiting, and just wanted to tear the strips of both of his star swimmers, when he saw both Levi and Tommy in the floor, with Levi still holding Tommy lovingly in his arms, before he cleared his throat, allowing both boys to scattering out of each other's grasp faster than you could say BUSTED.
"Uh...Coach! This...this is TOTALLY not what looks like!" Tommy hastily started to say, before Levi started to interject as well...
"He had a panic attack, I was just helping him!" he cried out, his blue eyes now as white as snow.
Neither boy thought his heart had EVER beaten THIS fast, ever before.
Coach nodded, in thought, before he slowly walked over towards Tommy. As previously stated, he had taken Tommy under his wing ever since he recognized the boy's natural talent and love for swimming, and he of course knew ALL about Tommy's recurring panic attacks, before he reached out and held the boy's chin in his fingers, looking at him all over his exterior features.
"You okay now?" he softly asked, before Tommy nodded, there was literally nothing else to do.
Coach patted the boy on his shoulder, before turned to Levi.
"I hope that myself and Tommy here can trust you with what you had just seen...no student at the school knows about Tommy's panic attacks, just me and a couple of his teachers, and only because his doctor had ordered him to tell us, incase of an emergency. But it looks like whatever you did, and however you...handled it, worked. So, thanks, Levi," he said openly, giving the latter boy a pat on his own shoulder as well, before he signaled at the two boys to finally leave the bathroom.
"Oh, and Levi...did you mange to sort out your eye problem?" Coach then asked, as the three of them all walked toward the waiting school bus.
"What eye problem?" Levi asked before thinking, not realizing he had just totally put his foot in it, good and proper.
Coach Jenkins smiled as he watched the two boys get on the bus.
Something told him that there was way more than just friendship going on between those boys.
Jesus...Levi Carter had been holding Tommy Fox so tight to his person that it seemed like he was a prized possession or something for a mere moment.
"Hmm...they don't know it yet...but those two just might be each other's soulmates..." he whispered to himself as he started the bus on their final few miles to home.
**
As soon as Tommy could manage it, be visited Veronique at her home, a place he nearly knew by heart.
She of course was upset because Tommy had forgotten to send her messages the entire fucking time that they were away for the swimming meet and she also rolled her eyes as she heard that he had come second in his Final race, losing out on the Gold medal to Levi Carter of all people.
"Really, babe? Him? how the fuck did that happen? You've never lost to the idiot before?" she hissed at him with phone in one hand, receiving messages at the speed of lightning on WhatsApp, before her eyes LIT up as one in particular came through.
"SHUT UP!" she cried out excitedly.
"I didn't say anything..." Tommy started to say, but Veronique didn't even hear him.
"Babe! For real! There is an all-night party tonight over at Gemma's house and we are SO fucking going..."
Tommy winced as he took out his phone and saw that it was already after seven in the evening, plus it was a school night, and his parents were of the strict kind. He sighed as he saw Veronique's eyes on his own, and he totally knew what was coming.
"You know what...I'm actually getting SICK and TIRED of your constant fucking excuses! Why don't you stand up to your folks once in a while? You're sixteen for God's sakes, you need to fucking start LIVING your life!" she cried out, her phone flapping around in her hand, as she checked and re-checked for any incoming messages.
Tommy shook his head as Veronique's nasty words started to REALLY piss him off.
"Babe, can I help it if I have a curfew? And it's a fucking school night! Seriously, how is your folks gonna be okay with this?"
Veronique reached up and placed a stray couple of hairs back behind her ear and smiled sweetly.
"How do you think, babe? I'm fucking sneaking out, that's how! And you better fucking show your face there, because we're SO done if you don't! Gemma is one of my best friends, and I don't want to fucking be her enemy, you KNOW how she is! She single-handedly caused Bianca Soler to transfer schools last semester, don't you remember? She made her life HELL, all because she wasn't deemed WORTHY to be in with the rest of us!"
Veronique placed her phone back down, before she took a sip of her water, looking at her boyfriend with daggers in her eyes.
"I mean it, babe...you be there tonight, or we are DONE!" she sneered at him, and poor Tommy could only just nod at his girlfriend...it honestly wasn't even worth it to fight with Veronique, you were never going to win.
You might as well argue with the cat.
He sighed as he came home and looked dejectedly over at the piles and piles of homework that was waiting for him, all because he didn't get to do it at the weekend, because of the swim meet. And honestly, when they had gotten home on Sunday afternoon, he had been way too tired and way too confused over his feelings for Levi that he immediately had hit the sack, minutes after arriving home.
He opened up his wallet and stared miserably at the two little paper notes that was hidden inside. Alcohol was hella expensive and Veronique was obviously going to be expecting him to bring something over with him. Fucking hell.
The party wasn't going to the starting until at least nine, because that was when Gemma's parents would be leaving for the airport on their business trip, leaving the not-so-innocent sixteen-year-old girl in charge of Mommy and Daddy's huge, expensive double-story house. Combine that with pumping music, stacks and stacks of alcohol and horny teenagers making out al over the show, and you had quite the stew going.
Tommy grinned at himself in the mirror. He knew he looked good.
He had chosen to put on a simple blue t-shirt combined with his black skinny jeans that his mother had gotten for him at the wholesalers, as well as his green hoodie, that he normally saved for social occasions. He winked at his reflection as placed his silver chain around his neck that his father had gotten for him for his birthday, complete with a small cross at the end of it.
His jet-black hair perfectly styled as always...Tommy Fox might have been poor as hell, but he was one the sexiest boys in the entire school.
That was the ONE good reason Veronique still gave him any time of day, with all these new girls she had gotten involved with over the last year.
He felt a shiver of excitement as he re-called them talking about having sex one of these days, and they would have DONE it already, if a certain someone didn't totally throw himself at his girlfriend and freaked her out so much, that Veronique by that time, totally wasn't in the mood for fucking anymore.
He was just on his way to sneak out of house himself...and thank God his parents usually went to sleep after the eight a clock news, when he heard a notification come through on his phone.
Talk about the devil and he would be RIGHT behind you...it was from Levi.
"The fuck...where the hell did he get my number?" Tommy whispered to himself, before he opened the message.
"I hear you are coming to the party...get me outside your house in two minutes."
What the hell?
Looking at his watch, he swore underneath his breath, before he grabbed his wallet, as well as his phone, and slowly made his way through the small apartment, careful as anything not to wake his parents...that would be the final nail in the coffin as far as his relationship with Veronique was concerned. Both his mom and dad literally couldn't stand her.
As he gritted his teeth and closed the front door behind him, careful to not leave his key behind, he saw a shadow quickly coming towards him, and recognizing his build and stature, Tommy raced quietly to meet Levi half way.
"I didn't know what you were going, how the hell did you get an invite? You're not even close to the people who I'm friends with!" he whispered out in the cold night surroundings, and this being winter, his breath made small circles in the sky, nearly reaching Levi himself, before it evaporated into thin air.
Levi grinned and placed his arm playfully around Tommy.
"I might have...gotten together with a certain girl that will also be at the party..." he cackled, before Tommy's eyes widened, knowing JUST who he was talking about.
"Dude! The only single girl there that I know of is GEMMA! You mean...?"
Levi smirked as he took his arm away from Tommy's person.
"You could say that I...FELT my way through that situation," he giggled, before Tommy playfully pushed him away from him even further.
"That's...awesome, I mean, that's great that you're finally getting somewhere with someone except little old me..."
Levi's smiled faltered just a tad, before he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. For a moment the conversation had seemed to reach somewhat of a dead end, and Tommy was just about to force himself out of the awkwardness and make some small talk, before Levi sighed.
"Yeah...I wanted to talk to you about what was happening between you and me. We didn't have a chance to be alone since the...incident in the toilet that day, and I don't think we wanna do this over the phone..."
Tommy looked forward and saw that they were turning into a lane that was two blocks away from where they actually needed to be.
"Levi...uhm...Gemma's house is..."
"I know where it is, you dumb fuck! We're totally gonna make a little stop first," Levi said softly, before they kept on walking in sheer silence.
About five, maybe six minutes had passed until Levi stopped and proudly reached out his hands in front if him.
"Ta-da!" he smiled as Tommy saw that they were now stood before nothing but a closed convenience store.
"What are we even doing here? They're closed now anyway!" he sneered towards Levi, but was cut off in the middle of his sentence as he saw that Levi was now openly smirking at him, complete with a bunch of keys that was hanging from his first two fingers, swinging them around in full throttle.
"Not to me!" he replied and rushed off to the back of the store before Tommy really knew what was going on.
When he finally managed to catch up with Levi, the latter was already busy trying one key after the other, in order to gain entry to the place.
"Dude...I'm so not going to jail for whatever you're about to do..." he started to protest, and once more it felt as if Levi was openly laughing at him as he finished.
"Would you...just...fucking...relax! There! All done! Now just for the alarm code..." Levi murmured as he quickly punched in five digits on the board, one quickly after the other, before he looked over triumphantly at his teammate.
"In case you're still wondering what the fuck is going on; I work here on weekends. That's how I know all of this and how to fucking GET IN here!" he hissed towards Tommy, signaling at him to follow him inside.
"Levi! Cameras?" Tommy mouthed softly, but the latter just shook his head.
"Been dead for months now, store manager is a fucking waste of space. But he pays me, so I can't actually say that to his face, can I?" Levi replied.
Tommy looked over towards the small storage space and his eyes flickered dangerously as he realized just why Levi had brought them here to begin with. Levi grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan from the shelf, along with another bottle of brandy, before he tossed the brandy over towards Tommy, who nearly dropped the thing, not expecting the action from Levi.
"Dude! That bottle costs more than our houses combined, be fucking careful!" Levi scowled at him, before he signaled at Tommy that they had gotten what they came for, and it was time to get the hell out of there.
Repeating the process to get out of there, including resetting the alarm and locking everything up as it was, the two slowly walked away from the store, each with a bottle of expensive drinks to take to the party with them.
"Did Gemma say something? I mean, Veronique was on my case all afternoon with having to bring some drinks, and now all this...?" Tommy asked as they were already half way to Gemma's house.
Levi nodded.
"Totally, she's fucking high maintenance, that girl, I'm fucking telling you. Hey...you didn't tell anyone about my...you know...living situation, did you?" he suddenly asked, looking directly at Tommy as he did so.
Tommy stopped and stared at Levi as if he was certifiably insane.
"What the hell do you even think of me? Of course I didn't!" he hissed angrily towards the boy.
Levi sighed and placed both his hands up in the air, as a sign of peace.
"I don't wanna fight, bro! But it could and will seriously hurt my fucking street cred at school if people know that I'm not rich as they obviously think I am!"
"It's not something that you can hide, Levi!"
Levi rolled his eyes.
"You saw the fucking maggot hole where I live, right? What the FUCK are people gonna say if they see where I fucking SLEEP! A fucking MATTRESS in the corner of the apartment! I ain't like you, dude. I can't be open and honest and all that shit, it FREAKS me OUT!" he shouted towards Tommy.
Tommy sneered at his teammate.
"Oh, but you had the fucking money to pay for your entire trip to the swimming meet? How the fuck did you do that? Did you steal money from that store, just like you stole the booze tonight?"
Levi shook his head and started to walk on, infuriating Tommy more than anything he had ever felt.
"Levi, I'm fucking speaking to you!"
"I fucking heard you!"
"Then answer me!"
"Jesus! Okay, if you really wanna know, Coach paid for me to go! There, now you happy?"
Tommy stood up, and his chest was heaving as he did so.
That...he didn't expect.
The way he had to BEG his parents...promise his father that he would clean the offices where he works twice a week for less than minimum wage, missing out on swimming training in the process, all so that he could afford to attend the God damn competition...and all this time Coach Jenkins had paid for Levi to go.
He helped Levi.
Not him...knowing more than anymore else how bad his financial situation was.
Levi sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"Now you realize why I didn't wanna tell you? I asked him...I begged him to help me, because I can FORGET ever getting anything out of my dad. You know why I was drinking that afternoon? Because I FELT FREE. He had gotten an overnight job at one of the factories up north so I had the place to myself. And you know what? I'd do it again, if I have to! Because my life sucks enough WITH him in it!" he shouted defiantly as hell, even going as far as to lift up his fist in a solid air pump...
...and that was when Tommy frowned as he saw the marks on Levi's wrist.
In his anger, the right-hand sleeve of the polo shirt that he was wearing had lifted upwards just a tad, to allow Tommy to see the blue-black collage spread across his skin, and looked urgently at up Levi as he did so.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, his voice hoarse, and pointed straight to Levi's wrist with his index finger.
For the first time that night, Levi looked vulnerable as shit, his entire face paled as he realize just what Tommy had witnessed, before he stepped back, pulling the sleeve of the shirt completely over his wrist, before he took a huge breath and looked at Tommy with MURDER in his eyes.
"If you tell anyone what you just saw, I fucking swear I will kill you..." he whispered, before he closed his eyes and turned around, walking away from Tommy as fast as he can, to the short distance they still had to go before they reached Gemma's house.
Tommy was shaking as he watched Levi walk away from him.
God damn...he hated his living situation at the best of times, but HONESTLY...that was nothing in comparison to the nasty thoughts that was circling around in his mind, right now.
There was no way that Levi had done THAT to himself.
The FEAR...the desperation at the swimming meet when he had BEGGED Tommy to throw the race and allow Levi to win...suddenly it started to make sense.
He was so afraid of his father, that Levi could actually die.
Jesus Christ Almighty.
Just when he thought he was starting to get to know the dude...
...it felt as if he never really knew him at all.
**
"Come on, there are a million room here, surely there is ONE that's open!" Veronique giggled at her boyfriend as she took his hand, they both of them raced up the stairs, with the party still going in full swing, no one would probably even notice they are missing.
Not used to drinking alcohol by any means, Tommy was now literally just going with the flow, doing whatever he was told, complete with his eyes completely glazed over and with a permanently stupid grin slashed all over his handsome face.
"A ha!" Veronique cheered as she opened a random door on the second floor of Gemma's huge ass house and realized that this must be the master bedroom, but she was so wasted, she really couldn't care any sort of less right now.
"Finally, we're alone!" she whispered towards a still intoxicated Tommy, before she proceeded to push the boy against the wall of the room, as they furiously, noisily, sloppily at that, made out with each other, before Tommy's eyes widened as he felt Veronique caress his rock-hard teenage penis.
"We gonna fuck or what?" he slurred his words as he heard Veronique whisper in his ear, her warm breath giving him goosebumps all over his young body.
"You're gonna stick that thing inside me or what?" she taunted him, before she stood back, staring at him.
She quickly proceeded to remove her jacket that she was wearing, along with her t-shirt that she had on underneath, followed very quickly by her jeans, which she struggled to get out of, nearly falling over the in the process, before she threw the material aside, standing before him wearing only her bra and panties.
"Dude, are you just gonna...STAND there?" she asked, he eyes glassy and totally inebriated.
It was then, that Tommy Fox seemingly remembered that he in fact, had a pulse.
His cock was STEEL STONE hard, more than he could EVER remember it being ever in his entire life, and with the amount that a teenage boy jacks off every day, that was indeed saying something.
He pulled off his hoodie, his hair streaming all over the place, he nearly ripped apart his t-shirt that he was wearing underneath, pulling it from his body so hard that he could swore that he had torn it...standing before his girlfriend, shirtless, his sexy, lanky, six pack torso on FULL display to her.
Veronique licked her lips.
"Finish up, big boy..." she whispered as if in awe, not quite believing that she had the sexiest boy in school semi naked in front of her.
Tommy half smiled as he got out of his skinny jeans as quickly as he could, before his hard cock made NO doubts on how much he wanted to do THIS, with the girl that he loved.
Veronique walked over to her boyfriend, and winked at him, leaving down and kissing his chest, right in the middle between his nipples, before she took the material of his worn-boxers inside her two hands.
"Come out and play..." she cackled as she removed said boxers, having it land on the floor at his feet, before she uttered some words that didn't make sense to him...taking his hard cock fully in her soft hands.
Tommy groaned as his dick stiffened to the point where it literally started to hurt him, as he felt her girly hands caress and explore his six-inch teenage fuck machine.
"Gonna love having this in my pussy..." she once more said, before she swiftly removed her bra, as well as her panties, and suddenly she was just as naked before him, and Tommy was before her.
Girlfriend and boyfriend threw themselves on the master bed as they frantically started kissing, hands and limbs everywhere that you possibly could see, everywhere they could find an open space to touch the other, they did at once.
Veronique moved her hand down towards Tommy's dick once more, and released his lips with a PLOP as she smiled at him and leaned in to his neck, all the whilst performing a masturbation technique on his hard dick.
Tommy smiled.
It felt good. It felt SO right. It felt like coming home.
Knowing what he would be doing in a few minutes, had him so worked up, that he opened his eyes, as he realized that his penis was rapidly losing most of its hardness.
Veronique clearly hadn't noticed anything, as she was way too busy kissing her way down Tommy's hard chest and abdominal muscles, but Tommy shrieked...as he looked down...
...and in his intoxicated mind...
...he saw LEVI in front of him, and not Veronique at all.
"Wait..."
Veronique just muttered something underneath her breath, before she was nearing his now...near flaccid dick.
"VERONIQUE! STOP! JESUS!"
Tommy shot upwards, and buried his face inside the palms of his hands, before he blinked a couple of times, suddenly stone cold sober, and he reached for his dick as if he weas dreaming or in bed, just jacking off...
...and there was nothing happening.
The God damn thing that was had been a full steel hard six inches was now nothing more than a flaccid tube.
In horror, he stared in disbelieving Veronique, she too, as naked as the day she was born, before he realized what the problem was.
He couldn't get Levi Carter out of his mind.
His eyes were everywhere...as he FORCED and WILLED his brain not to find the several images that he had locked up there somewhere, of Levi in a speedo...of Levi naked in the locker room after swimming practice...
...the way that he would love to just run his fingers through Levi's perfectly styled blond hair...the way that he would wonder always wonder these days what Levi was up to...the way that he had MISSED him since they had gotten home on Sunday afternoon.
The way that he had kissed him, three times now.
The way that he looked into Tommy's eyes whenever they shared an intimate moment, those beautiful blue eyes that was SO kin to who Levi was.
"See? Everything is okay now, no need to worry! NOW GET HERE!" Veronique drunkenly shouted.
Tommy looked down in shock, and saw that once more, his dick was straining to the skies.
But sweet Jesus...that was only because he was thinking of Levi, just now.
His eyes flew up at his girlfriend, and then finally back to his hard dick.
Sure, he wanted nothing more than to get on that bed and fuck the shit out of her to FINALLY lose his virginity...
...but HOLY SHIT...
...he wanted to fuck Levi more.
Way more.
"I can't...I can't do this...I'm outta here..." he said softly, before frantically leaving down and grabbing every single piece of clothing that he could get his hands on, before he reached the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS? YOU'RE LEAVING ME HERE?" Veronique yelled at him from across the room, clearly not worrying one little bit who ever would hear her.
Tommy honestly felt like he wanted to cry.
He had SO looked forward to THIS very night...where he would finally lose his virginity and get to finally fuck his girlfriend. He balled his fingers into fists and had to stop himself from actually hitting a massive hole in the bedroom door, he was THAT angry and upset.
But how could he do that...when all that he could think about was Levi Fucking Carter?
"I'm sorry," he cried out, a single tear escaping from his right eye, rolling slowly down his cheek, before too his clothes and got the hell out of the room.
**
Opening his eyes the following morning, he had a massive headache that he KNEW was coming.
With all the alcohol that he had drank the previous evening, he was surprised that he could even walk.
Luckily, his mother believed him that he had simply come down with a bad cold, which meant that she reluctantly agreed that he stayed home for the day, promising that she would phone and school and sort the matter out.
All morning, he slept it off, and every time that he had woken up during in a total sweat and panic, he felt more and more shit than before. He stopped looking at all the messages that was piling up on his WhatsApp, because he had already gotten four from Veronique, demanding to know why he just LEFT her stranded at the party, but he couldn't actually explain it to her, even if he tried.
His phone kept on peeping as one message after the other was coming through, but he switched the thing off after lunch. He SO wasn't in the mood.
A knock at the door, just after twelve had him groaning out loud. His mother did say earlier in the week that she was expecting some packages from her work, so he sighed as he figured it was best to see who was there.
"Dude! Where the hell have you BEEN all day?"
Coming inside the apartment with the speed of a hurricane, before his Tommy's tired brain had the chance to actually stop him, was Levi Carter himself, as he furiously threw his backpack down on the sofa and crossed his arms as he stared at Tommy.
"Jesus, you look like absolute shit!" he said, with no emotion whatsoever inside his voice.
Tommy scratched his head and plonked himself back onto the couch.
"What are you even doing here..." he muttered under his breath, but unfortunately for him, Levi had heard every word.
"Dude...I thought you knew you actually had to EAT FOOD before you drink alcohol...and lemme guess...you didn't do that last night, did you?" he sneered, his eyes sparkling with every word.
Tommy groaned out loud and sat upwards, looking at Levi.
"Food was the last thing on my mind, and I thought there would be food there..." he whispered, his head literally throbbing.
Levi sighed and looked around the small living room, before his eyes fell onto Tommy's phone, before he quickly snatched it from the coffee table, frowning as he realized it was switched off.
"Dude, I have been messaging and calling you all fucking day! Why do you think I bunked school, for my fucking health? I came to check if you were okay! You fucking NEVER stay out of school!" he hissed.
Tommy shook his head and grabbed his phone away from Levi.
"I couldn't...not after what happened..." he muttered.
Levi was silent for a couple of seconds, before he slowly breathed out some air and stood up, before seating himself right next to Tommy on the sofa.
"Tommy, I don't wanna piss all over your corn flakes here, but there's something you should know...Veronique kinda told Gemma everything that happened between you two last night, and because she thinks that me and you still hate each other, she told me as well..." he said slowly, making sure that Tommy understood what he was saying.
Tommy winced as he realized what Levi wanted him to know, before his face once more were distorted as several sort of emotions, raw anger at the unfairness of it all, swept through him like a hot knife through butter.
"I can't do this anymore..." he softly cried out, his teenage hormones all over the place, and for the first time in his young life, he was unsure of what to actually do.
Levi shook his head and placed his hand softly on Tommy's shoulder.
"She was...from what Gemma told me, she was RIGHT there, bro! She was naked, you were naked, she was wet, you were hard...what the hell happened, man?"
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"Then, make me understand! Veronique is hot, she's sexy and she wanted you to fuck her, why didn't you just DO that?"
"BECAUSE...BECAUSE..."
Tommy broke off his sentence, as he tried and failed to look away from his teammate. He stared into Levi's eyes without actually saying anything...
...and Levi Carter had to notice or realized SOMETHING that Tommy was trying to say, because his eyes froze, and his bottom lip started to slightly quiver as he stared at Tommy in sheer disbelief.
"Say it..." Levi demanded.
"I can't..." Tommy meekly replied.
"For God's sake, dude, I'm dead serious here, now SAY IT! Why didn't you fuck your girlfriend silly last night?"
Tommy finally snapped.
"BECAUSE...JESUS CHRIST...BECAUSE..."
He took one final look at Levi's determined features. His beautiful blue eyes, his blond hair falling over his eyes.
His heart soared into the skies.
"Because...she...is...not...YOU..." he managed to croak out of his dry, sore throat.
Levi sighed and looked down at his fingers. He shook his head.
Neither boy said a word...only their sharp breathing could be heard, for miles it seemed.
"Tommy?" Levi finally whispered.
"What?" came the tired reply.
Silence once more.
"I'm not gay."
"I know you aren't. I'm not either."
Silence yet again.
"But I can't lie here dude...you're in my mind all the time. I miss you when you're not with me. Jesus, Tommy...I wake up in the middle of the night and I wanna text you or call you and just hear your voice...I don't know how this happened either, but I do know that I don't wanna lose you. You...I mean...you..."
Levi took a deep breath, his voice breaking into short, staccato syllables.
"I care about you, man..." he finally finished his sentence.
Tommy turned towards Levi, who had come closer to him as he was busy talking. Both boys couldn't look away from the other even if their lives had depended on it.
"I don't wanna be gay, dude..." Tommy whispered, reaching upwards and gently caressing the side of Levi's cheek.
Levi blinked a couple of times, before he leaned into Tommy's touch, the latter gasping as he realized what Levi was doing.
"Beats the shit out of me...but here we are..." he whispered, before he captured Tommy's lips between his for what felt like the first ever time...it was surreal, it was majestic...each of them could swear that they were seeing stars before them as they explored each other's mouth and taste buds.
Levi smiled happily as he released Tommy's bottom lip from his own as he pulled the boy into a solid hug, shivering with sexual glee and desire as he felt Tommy hold him just as tight against his person, with the latter laying his head solemnly on Levi's shoulder.
"We're gonna figure this out together, okay? You're not alone, you hear me?" Levi asked, as he kissed Tommy's hair.
All that Tommy himself had the strength for, was to nod in return. Words, totally escaped him.
Both boys were hard, their dicks once more straining to the skies.
And as Tommy at once knew deep inside his young teenage heart...
...if he could choose to lose his virginity to any one out there...
...he would choose Levi Carter a million times over.
**
THANKS FOR READING!
Before you ask, the next chapter WILL contain sex scenes LOL!
I'm the sort of writer to loves a good build up, because when they DO eventually have sex, it would be that much more of a treat, I think personally.
Let's be real here...no two straight teen boys are going to fuck each other, just for the hell of it. It has to COME from somewhere, deep inside.
Pun intended HAHA.
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