The Tragedy of Daniel and Jake Chapter 7 By John Meyers
Disclaimer: Alright, we got an action packed chapter ahead of us! So I'll try and get through this as fast as possible. I don't own anything copyrighted or trademarked. This story (this chapter particularly) features teenage boys engaging in sexual activities with eachother and really fricking enjoying it. If reading this kind of content violates any laws in your state/city/country/nation/fill in individual place of living here then your government doesn't want you reading this. If you're too young, i.e. under 18 for most people, then you're probably breaking a law right now. Alright, we're done. On to the story...
Danny's POV
Eli's lips pressed to mine. My heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to my face, though I wasn't embarassed. All over me I felt this white hot heat flare through me, setting my senses on fire. My cock sprang up instantly and I felt myself want nothing more than to get Eli out of his clothes. Eli began pulling back and I lunged forward, reconnecting our lips and pushing into him. I ran my hand through his hair and I pulled him down on top of me. This felt different than it did with Jake. With Jake, he was the dominant one, with Eli... 'I' was the dominant one. I licked across Eli's lips and he parted them eagerly. Our tongues didn't fight for control, rather they seemed to dance around eachother. Yeah, this was WAY different than with Jake.
My hand rubbed up and down Eli's chest and back, feeling the toned muscles seperated from me by only a thin shirt. Eli's hands were under my shirt, roaming across my chest. I noted for the first time that it may in fact be too hot in my room, as we were both sweating. My hand came down to the hem of his shirt and slowly made it's way under it and up Eli's body. I felt the small, hard muscles underneath my hands. I used my thumb to tease his right nipple while groping his chest and he moaned. His waist thrust down to meet mine, his erection grinding against mine through our pajama shorts. This time 'I' moaned, a low, throaty sound. I ground back against him and began pulling his shirt up over his head. We parted for the briefest of seconds.
Just as his shirt sprang free of his face I jumped back up, running my lips across his and feeling up his whole upper body with my hands. I left his lips and began planting kisses on his neck, running my tongue around in little circles before lightly biting down in pleasure. Eli yelped and thrust his hips down in response. He began yanking on my shirt pulling it up impatiently, getting it over my head. When he looked back down at me, I saw his red, kiss swollen lips, the blush in his cheeks, and I saw the lust filled expression in his eyes, an expression he wore well, we met again, but this time it was slow, deep, and PASSIONATE above all else. Our hands tangled themselves in eachothers hair and our entire bodies were rubbing against eachothers.
Eli untangled my hands out of my hair and grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms down to the bed. It stopped for just a moment, long enough for him to look at me, smirking, his eyes filled with lust, before he dived down, recapturing my lips with his. My arms were pinned to the bed by his hands and he slowly moved down my neck with his mouth, lightly scraping his teeth across my neck. A moan escaped my lips and I thrust my hips upward into his. His cock felt HUGE through our shorts, and I wanted nothing more at this moment than for our shorts to disappear. Eli's hands left my arms and one of them tangled itself in my hair. I felt the other one tracing patterns lightly down my side, actually tickling me. He dug his fingernails into my skin and my teeth ground together in pain and pleasure. Damn it all Eli, if you're gonna give it to me you had better fucking give it to me hard! I felt my way down his back while he slowly moved his mouth over to my right nipple, rolling it around with his tongue before biting it. This time it was 'my' fingernails that dug into 'him' and he moaned, grinding down on me, the sweat between us allowing our skin to glide across eachother. Both of my hands found themselves traveling beneath the waistband of his shorts. Damn! My dick jumped when I realized that he wasn't wearing underwear. My hands groped and massaged the globes that lay beneath my fingers, soft and muscular. Eli licked a path over to my other nipple, dragging his teeth over it. As he continued to lick down my abdomen I was forced to let his ass go as it became too low. My left hand ran through his hair and the other traced circles on his back.
Eli stopped at my belly button and looked at me through his thick eyelashes. A smirk spread across his face and he slowly lowered himself back down, licking his way oh so slowly further and further south. His fingers were at the waistband of my shorts... when I heard my doorknob turning. OH SHIT!!! I jumped up, knocking Eli off the bed and I lunged for the door to keep it from opening, but I just wound up halfway supporting myself on the floor, the door too far away when it swung open. It was Tyler, looking sleepy rubbing one of his eyes.
"Danny? Is something wrong, I keep hearing noises." He yawned, then he noticed Eli on the floor. "Hey Eli, mom said you'd be in the guest bedroom" He looked back and forth between the both of us.
"Ugh, go back to bed Tyler. Nothings wrong, Eli and I were talking." He looked like he was having serious trouble keeping his eyes open and I was coming off an almost heart attack, leaving no patience at this moment.
"Okay." He turned and shuffled back to his room. Oh no. Don't shut the door or anything. I got up and shut the door, flicking the fan switch while I was over there. Eli was putting a shirt on. What he probably didn't realize was that it was the wrong shirt. "I take it we're done?" I bent down to retrieve my (technically his, or no wait... technically mine that he was using) shirt. He looked like he was hurt by what had happened, his face twisted in confusion and fear.
"I don't know Danny. Now that the moment passed and I'm calmed down, I'm confused." He sat back down on my bed and just looked at me. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands. My heart was still going too fast for comfort and this overwhelming sense of nervousness and dread washed over me. What the hell did I do? Why did I do that? GODDAMMIT ALL WHY DID WE DO THAT?! We were seconds... SECONDS away from doing... I felt myself getting nauseous. He's your friend. Your FRIEND. Not your boyfriend, not your plaything, not your goddamn sex buddy! Dammit all, what have you done?
"Eli, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to go that far. I-"
"I'm not." He looked at me as seriously as possible, contrasting greatly with the smirking kid he'd been minutes before. "I may not be sure about how I feel about it, but I'm not sorry for what happened. Neither of us did anything wrong. It just complicates things." He sighed and I sat down next to him.
"It doesn't have to complicate things." I didn't know what I meant by that statement, it just seemed like the appropriate thing to say. I checked my watch and it said 12:53. "It's late, how about we talk about it in the morning?" Now that I'd finally calmed down I felt the urge to sleep tugging at the corners of my mind, though of course, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to sleep at all.
"Okay." Eli forced a smile and got up to move to his pallet but I grabbed his arm. He turned, looking at me quizically. What the hell am I doing? This is insane.
"Sleep here?" What the fuck am I doing?! This isn't helping! Eli looked surprised and he seemed to think about it a moment. A smile splayed across his lips and he sat back down on the bed. We didn't say anything as I turned off the lamp and got under the blanket. Eli snuggled up next to me under the covers, his back against my chest and I laced my arms around him... Fuck me this is complicated. Then I laughed at the double entendre and I slept like a frickin' baby. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Jake's POV
I studied my surroundings with a vague sense of curiosity. Countless times I'd been in this room.... but no other time had it meant the same thing, or probably ever would again. Countless times I'd sat on this bed, watching that tv. I'd read that poster, heard that alarm clock, and admired that 12 point buck that was hung on that wall, and none of those times had I taken any time to study the face of the boy that lived here. I knew what Danny looked like well enough, but I'd never taken the time to admire how his hair fell just above his eyes, perfectly framing the two chocolate orbs that now seemed to hold enormous power over me. I'd never appreciated how sparkly his teeth were when he smiled, or how he had dimples, and they made him look so... incredibly cute. Danny had a habit of chewing on his headphones, but never had I cared so much how innocent it made him look, bobbing his head to whatever song happened to be playing, or when he licked his lips... and how much I wanted to do the same. Tears rolled down my face as I contemplated all of this. Why me? I buried my face in my hands, shoulders shaking from sobbing. God I'm pathetic. Like it's not enough I'm thinking this way, but here I am crying about it like a little girl.
"Jake?" His soft voice rang out clearly against my ears. I turned and, almost as if thinking about him had summoned him here, there he was, standing in the doorway, his face reflecting the clear concern that his voice had projected. He came over to me and sat next to me on his bed. His bed where, not even days before we'd both kissed, and my entire life had changed forever. "What's wrong?" His hand came up to my shoulder. I felt a longing at his touch, like it was a drug and I never wanted him to let go, which only made me cry harder. What did I do, if someone could even just tell me THAT, maybe I could fix it and things could go back to normal. I went to lean on him and right there, right as my head touched his shoulder, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I fell down to the floor, which turned to smoke at my touch as well, and I fell...
Light flooded my eyes as I snapped awake in my hospital bed. Sweat was rolling off of my body and there were actual tears in my eyes. Had it all really been a dream? My eyes slammed shut against the unfairness of it all and I tried to shove my head back into my pillow, wishing it could swallow me up and I'd be released from this fucking mess. Damn you Danny! Why do you have to be... GODDAMMIT! I looked around and noticed my parents were gone. Good, they definitely didn't need to see this. I attempted to regain control of myself and reached out with my unbroken arm and got some Kleenex and wiped the tears off my face. I took two deep breaths and tried thinking about how I could deal with this. Tears started gathering in my eyes again. I wiped them away angrily and I glared at the ceiling, searching for answers in the tiles. I suppose the answer was obvious. If I can't think about it without losing control of myself, and I don't want people to see me losing control of myself, then the answer was to not think about it. But how could I not think about it? My eyes slowly travelled all over the room before they grew to settle on the needle in my arm. Then they went up the tube, all the way to the bag on the stand. Right in that bag was something that could help... NO! Never, don't even think about it! I berated myself for thinking like that. Come on, you're stronger than that. Am I? I don't know how strong I am right now. I looked away ashamed, but I began tearing up again. Damn you Danny. With my mind screaming at me not to, I pushed the nurse call button.
"Is something wrong?" She appeared in the doorway and her voice was filled with concern. There has to be a different way!
"Yes. I can't get to sleep." STOP!
"Oh, well we can fix that." She walked herself over to the panel next to the stand and pushed a button. Almost instantly I felt my eyelids getting heavier and a numbing sensation came through my body.
"Thank you." I mumbled.
"No problem." She smiled and went back out the door. Your right, there's no problem now... A smile creeped across my face, though the reason for it made my stomach churn. I hate you, I told myself. I don't care, I said back. I don't care because...
"I'm not gay." I said it quietly as sleep overcame me and I drifted into a dreamless sleep, finally free of those thoughts... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Mark's POV
"I can't believe you were still hanging around that Daniel kid. I don't ever want you talking to him again!" My dad was practically yelling at me from the front seat while I rode in the back. He glared at me through the rearview mirror. "He's a bad influence on you!" No YOU'RE a bad influence on me!
"No he's not dad! If you knew Danny then you'd know how much of a GOOD influence he is!" I can't believe my dad is still on about this, or actually, scratch that. I CAN believe that he's still on about it.
"I don't need to know him to know he's a bad influence! He's soft! And he's making you soft too!" Dad cut some guy off and flipped him off when the dude honked at him.
"Dad, Danny is 'not' soft. He took Tae-Kwon-Do with me for 5 years, YOU know he's not soft! And that's beside the point, we both know what you're 'real' problem with Danny is so why don't you just say it!"
"What did you say to me? You wanna talk to me like that again boy!? THIS IS WHAT'S RUBBING OFF ON YOU! You're copying his disgusting, disrespectfulness! I'll be damned if my son hangs out with some FAG!" There it was.
"Dad, he may be gay, BUT HE IS TWICE THE MAN YOU WILL EVER BE!" I roared at the top of my lungs. Dad slammed on the brakes and I flew forward into my seatbelt. My mom was silent in the passenger seat, hoping to hell that we'd stop.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!? GET OUT! GET OUT OF THIS TRUCK RIGHT NOW!" I'd already been unbuckling my seatbelt when he started yelling. I pushed the door open as hard as I could and leapt out onto the side of the interstate. I slammed the door and my dad rolled down his window. "DON'T BOTHER COMING HOME BECAUSE THE DOOR WILL BE LOCKED AND I'LL CALL THE COPS IF YOU SHOW UP!" He rolled his window up.
"DON'T WORRY! I HAVE NO INTENTION OF EVER GOING BACK THERE!" I spat on his window and began walking down the side of the road. I heard his door open again.
"I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST SPIT ON MY TRUCK!" He came up behind me and I ducked. I heard the air come off of his fist as it sliced through the air above me. I stood up, turning and slammed my fist into the side of his face, sending an arc of blood flying. He reeled backwards and I heel kicked him in his chest, earning a satisfying crunch noise as he flew backwards onto his ass. He looked up at me, anger and, there it was... fear, in his eyes. I spat on him, my lip curling in disgust at the... 'thing' in front of me. I turned on the spot... and began the 22 mile walk to Danny's house.
Lightning cracked overhead and raindrops slowly began falling. Oh that's just great. I saw the truck drive past me without stopping and I almost flipped him off, but I decided that it wasn't worth it. He probably wouldn't see it anyway. As I slowly trekked up and down the hills on the side of the road, I became only barely aware of the cars passing by me. I didn't get but five minutes into my journey before I became completely soaked, my shirt and jeans saturated with water. It created a raw cold that seemed to penetrate into my bones and as uncomfortable as it made walking, the rain seemed to wash away my anger. I hugged my arms to my chest in an attempt to get warmer. I thought about Danny, sleeping by now probably, safe and sound (and warm) at his house, completely unaware that he was about to have a houseguest. Dammit all man, this sucks. At this point my shoes were squelching with every step, water being pumped out and reabsorbed into my shoes constantly. I managed to zone out everything but that sound. Squelch squelch squelch, my shoes let me know I was still moving. I stopped noticing the cars, didn't feel the cold... Squelch squelch squelch was the only thing in my mind.
The sky was getting lighter by the time I finally made it outside Danny's house. The storm had stopped although there was still a thick blanket of gray all across the sky. I slowly walked up the pathway and knocked on the door. Hell, there probably wouldn't even be anyone up yet. Noone answered so I walked over to my truck that was still parked in front of their house. I opened the door, knowing that it'd be unlocked. I grabbed my phone out of the console and checked the time, 5:45. Damn it all, I didn't even think about school. Fuck that sucks. I walked back to their door and knocked again. I'd have sat down, except the ground was just as wet as I was. Oh, that brings me to this lovely piece of information, IT WAS FREEZING OUT HERE! I don't know what January was like where you were, but here it's cold and windy. I was shivering when Elizabeth opened the door, about to head to work.
"Dear lord in heaven Mark, you're soaking wet! Get in here before you freeze to death!" She grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house. The door shut behind me. "What are you doing here at this hour!? And why are you wet?"
"My dad kicked me out of the car last night on our way home." I basked in the warmth of the house.
"Have you been walking all night! Go take a shower NOW! A hot shower, you need to get out of those clothes immediately!" She practically pushed me up the stairs. "I'll wash your clothes, just take a shower." She handed me a towel and I went into the bathroom and stripped down. I strung the towel around my waist and opened the door, handing her my clothes. When I got back in the bathroom I dropped the towel and turned the nobs to the hottest setting I could stand and got in the shower. The water helped to heat me up, though now I was sniffling. The tension I'd been walking with all night evaporated out of my muscles. When I stepped out of the shower I felt a thousand times better. I put the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom. There was a sticky note on the outside of the bathroom door and I read it.
Mark, your clothes are in the washer,
they should be done by the time that
you get out, but you'll need to swit-
ch them over.
I went and opened the washer and moved my clothes into the dryer. Hmm, I should go wake up Danny. A smile came across my face and my dick twitched as I thought about the possibility that he'd be in just his underwear. I tiptoed to the door and slowly grabbed the doorknob, intending to scare Danny. I opened it slowly... and got the shock of my life. There Danny was, sleeping so innocently... next. To. ELI! Danny's arm was strung across Eli's chest and I wanted nothing more than to re-break Eli's nose. I stood there, frozen in shock and anger, when Danny's eyes opened. He turned and saw me there. At first it seemed like he was having a hard time understanding what he was seeing, then his eyes sprung open and he looked horrified. "Mark! What are you doing here!?" He sat up, jerking Eli and waking him up.
"Whatsgoingon?" Eli asked groggily before spotting me and going absolutely still, his mouth dropping open to form a mini, O. "Mark, uh, wh- what are you doing here?" He kept stuttering. I myself was glaring at his nose, wondering how on earth that it wasn't repulsive enough to keep Danny away from him. It was swollen and bandaged, how could Danny snuggle up to 'that'?
"Had to hop on over. My car's still out front." I wasn't trying to be all too friendly. Eli had been sleeping next to my Danny, and I wasn't about to let that go.
"Why are you in a towel?" This time it was Danny who'd spoken and despite everything, I still found myself smiling when I looked at him.
"My dad kicked me out of the car last night. I had to walk over here, sorry, I just didn't really know where else to go." He did a double take.
"You've been walking all night? Are you okay?" He hopped out of bed and I can't even begin to describe the feeling of relief I felt knowing that they were both fully clothed.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just exhausted. You wouldn't believe how tiring walking 22 miles in the rain is." I laughed, but he didn't. "Uh, do you maybe have something I can borrow? My clothes are in the dryer and I'm not sure a towel is the most constructive peice of clothing to be in right now."
"Yeah, yeah hold on." He went over to his pajama drawer and found me a pair of blue pajama shorts and a t-shirt.
"Thanks." I turned and got the spare underwear from above the washer and went and changed in the bathroom. I couldn't put the shirt on though. Danny was quite a bit smaller than me when you take into account that I'm more of a bodybuilder. When I came back Eli wasn't there. "Where'd Eli go? I've been meaning to apologize about his nose." Danny gave me the look.
"I don't know why you did it and I don't care, but right about now Eli is in not in any state for it to happen again." He stared straight at my eyes and I honest to God began regretting it. "Anyway, he's cooking breakfast. Tyler's getting ready, we have school in about an hour and a half, so make sure you're clothes are going to be ready alright, no offense, but if my t-shirt didn't fit you I guarantee you that my normal shirts won't fit. I'm about to hop in the shower." I got the hidden message. He wanted me to apologize and be nice, which I could do, but probably not as well when I just saw him sleeping with Danny. He went past me and into the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and I slowly made my way down the stairs... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Danny's POV
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair thinking about how nice it is to take a shower. It's nice to just be alone and have time to think. I sighed. What am I going to do about last night? My lips still tingled and when I closed my eyes I could still see that sexy ass smirk on Eli's face. Almost as if to say, 'I knew you couldn't resist me.' I felt Mini Me coming to life and I snapped my thoughts back on to the present. I had no time to take care of 'you' today. Now my thoughts turned back to Mark and his complicated self. Admittedly I'd lied when I said I didn't care about why he'd punched Eli, but I didn't want it to get in the way of us being friends. We'd had enough problems in that department already, what with the whole crap during seventh and eighth grade. Ugh, now I was thinking about that. You see, Mark had once been a much more conservative person than he was now and one day he'd found out that I wasn't a Christian and to say the least... Things had gotten out of hand. The important thing here is that we're still friends now so it doesn't matter what had happened. It was the past and I intend to keep it that way.
I got out and toweled off and headed over to my room. I picked out a yellow American Eagle shirt and some dark blue jeans out of my closet and I got down one of my hoodies, a lavender one, and went ahead and grabbed Eli a pink one. I put on my underwear and got dressed. Afterwards I looked over my hair in the mirror and began fixing it. I put on my deodorant and cologne and after I was done I checked Tylers room but he was already down there. I headed down the stairs and found Eli, Tyler, and Mark eating breakfast. Eli and Mark both smiled at me as I came down. It was a little creepy in all honesty. I fixed my plate, which composed of omeletes and hash browns and sat down. Eli and Mark kept sneaking looks at me whilst I was eating. Good Lord, what the hell? Did I have something on my face? The food was delicious as always. The omeletes were filled with bacon, onions, cheese, and... Jalapenos, I think. Anyway, the point is: they were good. After he was done eating, Eli put his plate up and ran up the stairs. I heard the shower start and I checked my watch. He better make it fast, it's already 6:45. It was 6:50 when the shower turned off. Damn! I guess he read my mind. When he came back down he was wearing the clothes he'd had on at my party. I think Mark noticed because looked away guiltily. When we were all done eating we put up our plates and headed out the door. I handed him my hoodie as we walked out the door, and he looked GOOOOD in that pink hoodie.
"I'll drive. Unless you were planning on heading home after school that is."
"No, believe me I don't think I'll be able to go back over there for a day or two." My mom is just going to love that. In Mark's defence, this had happened once before, though he'd been at his house and had his truck so he didn't have to walk, but still. It was before the divorce and apparently his dad had blown up on him for something or other so he'd needed a place to stay for a few days. We all hopped in, Eli taking the front seat, forcing Mark into the back with Tyler. In all honesty it was pretty funny, though what happened next wasn't. I was driving down the road when Tyler had to go and open his big ole' mouth.
"Danny, what were you and Eli doing last night?" It took all my willpower to keep from slamming on the breaks.
"What do you mean what were him and Eli doing last night?" Mark turned to Tyler, eyes wide, looking terrified.
"I kept hearing noises coming from his room and when I went in there Eli was on the floor and Danny and him didn't have shirts on. What were you two doing?" Eli turned beet red and I'm pretty sure I did too. "Were you wrestling or something, because that's what it sounded like." Oh dear God Tyler you really need to shut up.
"Tyler, Eli and I were just 'talking', that's all." I glanced at him through the rearview mirror and he shut his mouth. Mark was just sitting in the back looking horrified. Come on really? I mean, I know he's straight and everything but he could at least PRETEND like the thought of Eli and I doing it (though it didn't happen) wasn't horrifying. Mark didn't say anything else on the way to school and when I pulled up he rocketed out of the car, heading away to football. We all got out of the car and Eli and I walked Tyler to the 4th grade building. As Eli and I were walking back to the high school I couldn't help but smile, laughing to myself at how this would look. Eli and I, walking side by side, coming from some unknown place... When we got up to the triangle (the triangle is the courtyard like area inbetween the highschool buildings) we met up with Alex, Haley, Devin, and Charlie.
Charlie's not a guy, in case you were wondering. She's super nice and everything, but she dresses in black most days, though she's started branching out with her wardrobe options recently. She's more than a little random.
"Hey guys, whatsup?" They looked from me to Eli and back again. Damn people are nosy. "Earth to weirdos." Devin was looking at us cautiously, as though he were trying to figure something out(and I could bet what it was) and Haley and Charlie kept elbowing eachother and giggling.
"Not much Danny. How's your nose Eli?" It was Alex that answered. Hmm, you know, I'd actually forgotten about Eli's nose. It's amazing what you don't notice about people.
"It's mending, I think the swelling's gone down some." He went to touch it but I caught his wrist.
"Trust me when I say that you DO NOT want to do that." I felt his pulse jump and both of our faces got red. I let go of his wrist, thinking about another recent event that involved physical contact. Haley and Charlie split into huge grins and giggled some more and Devin just said, "Bout time you two, dear lord I was starting to think yall'd never hook up." Alex shot him the, "you're an ass" look. We both got about 3 shades of red darker. Then the bell rang. Great, if I leave this off here then it'll be around school in a heartbeat. I was going to get Haley and Charlie and tell them it wasn't what it seemed, but they took off, gossiping back and forth. Damn. I adjusted my backpack.
"All right Eli, shall we head to Spanish?" We both walked through the doors. The Spanish classroom was just above us on the second floor. When we got up there the teacher stood in front of the door, looking at us expectantly.
"Hola Senora Ota. Como estas?" Eli and I both rang out in unison.
"Hola senors. Muy bien. Y tu?" Eli and I looked at eachother.
"Muy muy bien!" I said. She laughed and let us through. It was customary for her to block all of her students out of the classroom until they said hello. We both took our seats in the front of the classroom. When we sat down we heard someone jabbering away to Mrs. J in Spanish. She shouted, "EXCELLENTE!" And let him through without any other words. When he came through, I recognized the kid I'd seen at the hospital yesterday. Those same striking blue green eyes pierced me for the second time and he took his seat near the back. Must be new.
"Should we introduce ourselves?" I leaned over to Eli, whispering. He looked back again and the kid went from looking off into space to staring straight at Eli in about half a second. "I think that's a yes." I turned around smiling. "Hey, are you new?" He looked at me and laughed.
"Depends on what you mean by, 'new'. I've been alive a while, so no, I'm not 'new'."
"Hey Danny, he reminds me of you." Eli laughed at me. I stuck out my tongue at him and turned back to the new kid.
"I'm Daniel, Danny for short, though it's not MUCH shorter. 'That'," I put special emphasis around that, "is Eli. You'll learn that he's more trouble than he's worth." I shot him my shit eating grin.
"That's not what you thought last night." Eli replied playfully. I slapped him lightly on the arm.
"Come on we don't want to weird out the new kid on his first day, which reminds me, what's your na-" I turned to find the kid setting his stuff directly behind me and he sat down. He extended his hand.
"Logan Grait." We shook hands and I thought of something corny.
"Well, it's uh, 'Grait' to meet you." I laughed and Logan and Eli just rolled their eyes.
"No offense man, but I've heard that hundreds of times before." Some other kids walked in the door.
"Hey now Danny, quit hitting on the new kid, Eli'll get jealous." Damn those girls work fast!
"Shut up Isaac. You're just mad because it's not 'you' I'm hitting on. Besides, Eli doesn't GET jealous, do you?" Most of the class was laughing.
"Oh no, of cours-"
"Attencion, classe! Escuchan!" Mrs. J walked up to her desk. She pulled off the roster. "Alright, Alejandro!"
"Aqui!" Devin yelled out. Maybe I should explain that at the beginning of the year we all got to pick a Spanish name, so that's why she's calling these names out.
"Carla!"
"Aqui!"
"Carlos!"
"Aqui!"
"Enrique!" I yelled out, "Aqui!" Enrique was my name.
"Juan!"
"Aqui!"
"Maria!"
"Aqui!"
"Pancho!" Eli yelled out, "Aqui!"
"Pablacita!"
"Aqui!"
"Veronica!"
"Aqui!"
"Alright, what are we going to call you?" She looked at Logan thinking about it while muttering in Spanish.
"Pepe Dos" Logan said smiling. Mrs. J busted up laughing and wrote it down.
"Okay Pepe Dos. Habla Espanol?" They both muttered back and forth in Spanish so fast I couldn't even tell you what they said. We had a roughly normal class, learning about sentence structure. Mrs. J seemed to love Logan right off the bat, delighted at his knowledge of Spanish. When the bell rang we all took off to our next class. I walked up to APUSH, or AP U.S. History. It's just easier to say APUSH. When I walked in I saw Dakota Warren talking to the teacher, Mr. Niles. I glanced at Dakota's hoodie.
"Oh dear lord! You've got to be kidding me!" He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes.
"Hiya Danny." His thick Irish accent was music to my fricking ears. I don't know about you, but I am a HUGE sucker for a sexy accent. He wagged his eyebrows and used his flirty voice. On the back of his white hoodie, a HUGE gay marriage symbol occupied the space. The symbol was bright pink on an otherwise white hoodie. He had to have gotten that custom made just to piss off people here. When I took my seat he sat in the desk next to me. "So how's your mornin' goin'?" He rested his chin on his hand and looked at me through his eyelashes.
"It's going great, but I'm not quite horny enough for you right now so you're wasting your time." He pouted.
"Danny, I'm hurt! Truly."
"Oh, I'm sure you are." The rest of our class came in. There wasn't anyone I knew other than Dakota in this class. Dakota wasn't a football player, but he was certainly built like one. And, he was HOT! All caps, all the time. He had dark brown hair with some blue here and there. His eyes were a bright blue, and he had very chiseled features, like his face was carved by angels. He was taller than me by half a foot, which is saying something, because I'm 6'1". The only reason he's not picked on is because he could probably take half the football team in a fight. He flirted with every guy he saw. I mean that too. He's a huge horndog. He probably has more experience than every other gay guy here combined.
We had a relatively boring history class. It seemed to drag on forever before finally God smiled on us and the bell rang. I took off to AP Calculus, which I had with Dakota too. I normally had this class with Jake as well, but he's still in the hospital. Our teacher Mrs. Julie asked for our homework and we passed it up. We didn't do much, just reviewed for a test. When I got out of there, I headed over to AP English, which I also had with Dakota, but I also had it with Eli, Alex, Mark, and usually Jake. We all got in and found our seats.
Now, as there weren't many people who wanted to take AP English, there weren't many in there. In fact, we were the only boys, in addition to two girls. That meant that, counting Jake, every guy in that period was gay. It made for interesting conversation. We all sat down and started up on our journal entries. Then the door opened. Apparently, we had another new kid. He was kind of short, with a shock of wavy brown hair. He looked very boyish and cute. I'm pretty sure he'd been running because his cheeks were flushed and I think he was sweating. He handed a note to the teacher and she told him to sit beside Eli. The kid did a double take when she said who to sit by and walked over there slowly, eyes wide. He sat down and I think he seemed a little stiff. I only noticed because I was sneaking looks at Eli all period. I'm pretty sure Dakota was stealing looks at the new kid. Mark seemed a little tense in class and he didn't talk a lot. He kept leaning forward and snapping up, making me think that he was probably falling asleep. The bell rang and Eli and I were heading to lunch.
"Eli!" We both turned around to see who was yelling. It was the new kid. Not Logan, I think the teacher said his name was Tom or something. "Eli, can I uh, talk to you in private?" Eli looked weirded out, after all, it's not every day you get asked to have private conversations with random strangers. "It'll only take like, 3 minutes." Eli looked at me and I shrugged.
"Alright, I'll catch up Danny." I walked on ahead to lunch, taking the time to look back once. I couldn't help but think that this wasn't good news for Eli... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Eli's POV
There was this kid standing in front of me, looking like he was having a hell of a hard time trying to say something. "Eli, uh, do you remember me?" What the hell? I looked at him, studying his face. He seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
"You seem familiar, do you go to any of the football games up here?"
"Not likely, I'm from Missouri." Missouri? That rang a bell somewhere in my mind. "Do you not remember me?"
"Sorry, no."
"Summercamp like, 5 years ago?" He expects me to remember someone I saw five years ago- Wait a second. I leaned in closer, looking at his eyes. He smiled at me, and I saw a glint of excitement enter his eyes... and for the briefest of seconds I was back in the lake, mud squishing between my toes with the moonlight reflecting off of us...
"Tommy?"... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Dakota's POV
The new kid walked into the classroom and I felt my cock jump in my jeans. He was shorter than me by a few inches and he looked really young. His hair was dark brown and wavy and he had dark green eyes. Hmm, I wonder if he's got any Irish blood in him. Mom would approve, I think. The teacher introduced him as Tom Reilly. Oh there's definitely some Irish blood somewhere down the line. I felt excited at this. It's been forever since I've gotten to have a relationship. I mean, I have sex all the time, but my mom won't let me go out with or date anyone who's not at least half Irish. She's "keeping the blood pure" so she says. He sat over by Eli and I kept sneaking looks at him while he did his worksheet. His face looked so cute, concentrating on his English work. When class ended I went to talk to him, but he took off after Eli and Danny. Damn. Well, better luck tomorrow.
I kept my eyes open for him while I went to lunch, but I didn't see him. As I entered the room and pondered where to sit, I spotted Danny sitting over by himself. You see, Danny, Eli, and I, and some other kids (there's about 15 of us) all take classes up at the college during the afternoon. Their Career Specialization Courses, which are; Medical Professions (Med Pro), Criminal Justice, Industrial Technology, Automotive Applications, and Factory Woodworking. Danny, Eli, Alex, and a few girls were in Med Pro. Devin, Isaac, and I were in Criminal Justice, in addition to Veronica, a girl in our grade. Everyone else was in one of the "hard labor" classes. That's what I called them anyway. What happened was that, since we had our classes at the college, we had to eat lunch early so we had time to get there and back. We ate our lunch after 4th period, whereas everyone else ate after 5th. Unfortunately that meant that we didn't get to eat lunch with any of our other friends.
I got my lunch and sat over by Danny.
"Hey Danny, are ya' ready for your daily intake of chicken fat and cartilage?" That was our joke, seeing as how there is no frickin' way that what we were eating was real meat.
"Mmm, always." He was resting his head on his hand and seemed preoccupied with the door to the cafeteria.
"Ya okay?" I scooted over to the seat next to him so he wouldn't have to speak up. Danny doesn't talk to a lot of people about 'his' feelings, but I'm in the elect group that he does.
"The new kid's talking to Eli and... I don't know, I just don't have a good feeling about him." That sucks. His brow was furrowed in thought and he looked way too serious for being him.
"Whaddya mean, 'bad feelin'?" Ugh, not that'd stop me in the long run, but it'd make dating that kid harder if Danny didn't like him. Of course, now that I think about it, I've no idea if he's gay or not, but then again, I can be pretty persuasive.
"I don't know, I just feel like this kid's not someone that should be around Eli." Okay, well, I suppose that's better than saying he's a bad kid, though I don't think Danny'd ever say anythin' like that without actually knowin' the person. Just then he sat up and Eli came through the doors looking seriously angry. He came up, practically dropped his bag on the ground and sat next to Danny. Danny pushed his chair back and got up, going over to where we got our food without saying a word. When he came back he put the food and water bottle in front of Eli and sat back down.
"I'm sorry, I know you'll have to eat fast but you need to eat something." He scooted his seat back up.
"I'm not hungry." Eli grumbled pushing the food away. Danny lightly pushed it back.
"Maybe not now, but we have a test in Med Pro today and you will be hungry if you don't eat." Eli pulled the food in front of him and started eating slowly. "Do you need to talk about it?" That was always Danny's first question. He never asked if someone, 'wanted' to talk about it, at least, not at first. The first thin' he'd ask is if they 'needed' to talk about it. They may not 'want' to, but often times they 'needed' to. Then he'd ask if they 'wanted' to talk about it.
"Not right now." Danny nodded and took a drink. Clearly that meant that whatever was going to be said was not for me to hear.
"I can move if ya' need me to." I grabbed my bag.
"No, no it's not you." Eli stopped me. "It's school. I don't want to be overheard." I put my bag back down.
"Hey, I've gotta question for you two." They both looked at me. I think Danny was giving me that, "you better not be asking me what I think you're going to ask me" look. "Do ya' think that the new kid is gay?" Eli choked on his water, sputtering and coughing.
"I don't know, why? You got yourself a crush?" Danny gave me his shit eating grin and I couldn't help but smile too.
"Trust me, he's gay." Eli rang out, regaining control of himself. "And if he's not GAY specifically, then YOU," He pointed at me. "have about a ninety percent chance of getting into his pants anyway." Danny and I looked at him. "That's kind of what I didn't want to talk about at school." His face got red and he looked away. My eyes got big in realization and before I could stop myself.
"Ya' mean you two 'ave-"
"Hey! He said he didn't want to talk about it." Danny's eyes got wide and he gave me the, "shut up now" look. You know what I just realized... Danny has a lot of looks.
"Sorry! It's kinda an open ended statement though n' ya' were pretty spot on earlier 'bout the crush! I just wanted a group consensus, and instead I gotta part of a hist'ry suggestin' def'nite gay tend'ncies, and a real chance o' goin' out with 'im." I know it wasn't very tactful, but what the hell, I kinda needed to know. "Thank ya' fir the infirmation Eli." Eli and Danny were laughin' at me. "What?" They were starting to piss me off.
"Your accent is very prominent when you're upset." Screw them.
"Piss off ya bleedin' buncha 'tards! Bustin' me balls fir how I talk! Lucky I don' knock the hell out the lot o' ya'." I got up and threw away my trash. My accent used to be worse when I first moved here, usually it was only prominent when I was mad, or when I was flirting. You would be surprised how many guys love accents, and I'm pretty sure that an Irish one is one of the sexiest accents in the world. They were both staring at me. "I'm only takin' a piss over ya' lads. The bus's here so ya' might oughtta get out there 'fore all the good seats er taken." I ran out the door, leaving them sitting there wondering what the hell I'd just said. Like I said, it used to be much worse, though, to anyone who wasn't one of my friends, it was a wonderful novelty. People loved it when I spoke in a heavy Irish accent.
I hopped up on the bus and sat down in the third seat back. Some of the other kids were already on but we had to wait for the rest. I heard the lift start up and looked over to see Alex get raised up into the bus. Damn, I bet it sucks being in a wheelchair. Eli and Danny came out of the cafeteria and got on. They sat in front of me. We were driving away, just passing the high school office, when this kid, he had a blonde fohawk and was wearing a sort of, semi-formal outfit of blue jeans, a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the tie loose, came running around behind us screaming to wait. The bus stopped and he got on, catching his breath. A few people laughed but I didn't. I missed the bus on the first day of Med Pro, so I know what that's like. He sat down next to me. He had the most amazing blue green eyes and he was hot as hell. He was also much smaller than me. He looked like he could've been a sophomore.
"Hiya- uh," I cleared my throat, not having gotten out of accent mode. "I mean, uh, hi. I'm Dakota." I held out my hand and he shook it. His hands were tiny next to mine.
"I'm Logan, and you're either Irish, or very VERY good at the accent." We both laughed... Sitting there next to him I couldn't help but think that if I struck out with Tom, there's always Logan... Assuming he's gay of course... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Alright so there you have it, the end of the seventh chapter. Let's see what's going on, in summation: Eli and Danny are still not sure where they stand, Mark thinks they had sex, their friends are telling people their going out, there's two new kids; Logan and Tom, Eli and Tom know eachother from camp, Dakota's primarily interested in Tom, but also has his sights set on Logan, Jake's still in the hospital and very conflicted over Danny, Mark's been kicked out of his house -most likely temporarily since it's happened once before - and is residing at Danny's. Wow, that's a lot for one chapter. So how do ya'll think it's going? Any suggestions, critques, particular things that you just LOVED!!!! Please tell all to johnmeyerz36@yahoo.com
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