Another rotten day at school, come to an end. Alex walked to his locker, pulling out books he needed, shoving in the ones he didn't. He watched boys bustle through the hallway, all headed in the direction of the school's main exit doors, eager to get out of their adolescent prison for the remainder of the day. He wondered vaguely if Nick would want to come over today, if he was waiting on his Vespa outside. The slender, pale-faced dirty blonde grinned to himself, bowing his head, thinking of just how lovely these first few weeks of school had turned out. Nick was... breathtaking. There was no better feeling than hopping on his Vespa each afternoon and journeying to wherever, away from the eyes of others, from the rigor of academia. He reached into his locker and pulled out the midnight blue-colored helmet that Nick had bought him for his birthday, now that Alex was his official passenger of sorts.
Out of nowhere, a hand reached out and slammed the rickety metal door shut before his face. Alex's heart jumped before he recognized the jacket that swathed the offending arm. Tan, soft, leathery and warm.
"So. What did we learn in school today, Alexander?" Nick flashed a brilliant smile, touching a fingertip to the taller boy's defined jawline, running it along the baby-smooth skin. Once Alex's breathing settled, he smiled shyly.
"Nick, you scared me! What are you doing here? Don't you want to leave?"
"That's the thing-- I can't, love." Nick shuffled his polished shoes on the tiled floor and rolled his eyes. "I skipped third period and now I've got to stay a while after school." As Nick pouted, Alex had to suppress a grin. Nick was always skipping class, not doing his work, smoking in the bathrooms. Alex thought it was sexy and rebellious, but the headmaster did not agree. Apparently, Nick couldn't always get away with his stunts.
"Well, that's okay. I can walk home today."
Nick lifted a shimmering gaze, brown strands of silk glowing in the fluorescent lighting. He looked so apologetic, it nearly broke Alex's heart. "I'm really sorry. You know I'd take you if I could. And then when we got there, I'd.." A quick darting look around to make sure no one saw, and Nick curled his fingers into the soft cotton of Alex's dress shirt. "..I'd take you again."
Alex gave a soft, wanting sigh at the very thought of it, trying not to let his better judgment cloud over with lust, right in the middle of the bloody school corridor. "It's okay, really, Nick. Maybe you could drop by later?"
"Maybe I will." The look in Nick's eyes was a bit too intense for Alex to bear any longer. He watched with stilled breath as the brunette raised his skilled hands and adjusted the too long, skinny tie that hung limply on Alex's hollowed chest. It was a coded gesture they often did in public, mostly at school, when they couldn't exchange real affection. It never failed to make Alex a bit weak in the knees.
The two boys gazed at each other a moment longer before Nick pivoted on his heel and darted off down the hall, probably already late for his detention time. Alex turned when the form of Nick completely disappeared, catching his breath as he re-opened his locker to shove the helmet back inside until tomorrow. He had to re-arrange a few notebooks that the slam of the door had jostled. He fumbled with clumsy fingers for a few moments before drawing his hand back to his chest with a yelp.
Alex looked down at his index finger and winced: a nasty, ragged papercut, the edge brimming with bright, hot blood. "Bollocks," he whispered to no one, sucking the tip between his lips before shaking off the burning sensation.
The damn cut wouldn't stop bleeding, so Alex heaved a sigh and headed towards the bathroom, tossing his bag down on the white and blue tiles once he arrived. He made a beeline for the sink, turning the faucet on with his uninjured hand and letting the tap water dribble over the wound, cleaning it out. He had no bandage for it, but eventually the red leaks subsided. That would have to be good enough. Alex reached for a handtowel to dry off, stopping short at the sound of a gruff, familiar voice.
"Kapranos. No ride from yer girlfriend today?"
Paul Thomson. Alex froze immediately, not wanting to disgruntle the other boy. Ever since that incident on his first day, Alex had to bear the taunting stares and grins of Paul in class, knowing what Nick had said: Paul was jealous. Each day, he dashed out of Paul's sight as quickly as he could, the wanker's lecherous looks making class all the more unbearable. What was worse, Alex did find him a bit sexy, in a rough-edged way. He found himself nearly shaking in his uniform when Paul approached, circling him where he stood, like a vulture hovering over prey. All the while, that horrible smile on his face, like he wanted something and knew exactly how to get it.
"Well? Speak up, lass!" Paul shouted in his ear. Alex jumped.
"What? I didn't hear the question... sorry."
"I said, you cunts have been gettin' very cozy lately. Everyone sees, everyone knows."
"They-- they do?" Alex felt his insides tying into knots at the interrogation, though he suspected Paul was just trying to rile him up. His suspicions were confirmed when Paul ran an almost gentle hand through his fringe, standing behind the tall boy at the sink, his other hand creeping onto a sharply-angled hip. Alex closed his eyes against the reflection they both made in the mirror, thinking it was eerily similar to the situation that occurred during his first "night" with Nick. He bit his lip hard against that connection, the very thought of it.
"Well, I do. I cannae say I like it. Much too pretty for a cunt like that. Too lovely, sweetheart." Paul's voice dropped lower than Alex had ever heard before, matching the hand that slithered its way without warning into Alex's trousers, almost undetected until its grip met its target and Alex nearly buckled. He was already a bit hard from his encounter with Nick and this surely would not help matters. He clutched the sink for balance before Paul used his free hand to wrench one of Alex's behind his back, a devious leg snaking around to hold the blonde in one spot. Paul's hand clenched and Alex cried out, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
"Paul, please-- stop! I can't-- oh fuck, oh christ!"
Alex's plea went unanswered as Paul began to stroke, pulling without mercy at the new boy's young, hardened flesh. Skilled fingers teased and circled, ghosting around the leaking head. Paul lightly caressed the inside of the trapped boy's thin wrist with his other hand. Alex cringed, it felt so bloody good. His hips began to buck towards the source of this dangerous pleasure. The heinous nature of the act combined with the torturous motions of Paul's hands had Alex dizzy with confused desire and a distinct need for release.
Paul pressed his own burgeoning erection into the cleft of Alex's arse and stroked down to the heated silk of his balls, cupping and kneading with murderous intent. Alex gasped, his eyes flying wide, the sight of them both in the mirror greeting his gaze. Paul caught it too; he leaned in and flicked his tongue just behind the captive boy's ear, pushing himself hard against his rear, lessening the distance between their hips and the sink. Alex bucked wildly and tensed, barely getting out a choked sob before coming into Paul's hand, inside his school trousers.
Alex collapsed onto the sink as soon as Paul let him go. He leaned against the cool, white porcelain, trying to regain his senses as Paul neatly wiped his hands behind him with that same handtowel. He heard Paul say something: "Tell Nick he was wrong about you." A ghastly laugh. God, Nick. Alex clenched his eyes shut, knowing he had to get the bloody hell out of there.
"I-- I have to go," he blurted out, ignoring the dampness of his clothes, reaching blindly for his discarded bookbag. Paul was having none of it. The dark-haired ruffian grabbed the skittish boy by the back of his blazer, nearly tearing the thick fabric, shoving him into a stall. He entered next and let the door close behind them, not bothering to fiddle with the lock.
"No feckin' way, fairy. You think I just came in here to wank you? My turn now."
Alex was taller than Paul, but Paul was stronger, much stronger. He shoved the boy so hard into the stall wall that he nearly fainted from the pain, falling down to his knees with an easy shove down on his shoulder. Paul, grinning and beastly above him, undid the buttons of his own trousers, releasing an angry erection that frightened Alex and excited him at the same time. But Nick, Nick! Alex tried to back away somehow, but Paul's demanding hands grabbed him roughly by the collar, then the hair, clenching so tight that Alex brought the boy into his mouth, just to alleviate the pain.
Paul moaned, muttering nonsense words of approval as Alex sucked his cock, which tasted different than Nick's and seemed to throb upon his tongue. More nudging from Paul and Alex took more, gagging slightly when Paul's cock hit the back of his throat. The other boy cursed, bucking into his mouth without reserve.
Suddenly, there was a loud rattling noise, a bang and maybe a yell of some kind. Alex could hardly tell with the blood rushing in his ears. The next moment was a blur, Paul immediately exiting Alex's mouth somehow, leaving him to tumble upon his backside, clothes disheveled, nerves frayed and wits undone. When he looked up, he saw a boy absolutely pummeling Paul into the bathroom wall, a figure he immediately recognized. Nick, his face red, hair in his eyes, his voice elevated to an angry shout. Alex had never seen his boyfriend so upset.
"I told you to fuckin' STAY AWAY FROM HIM! Can't listen to SHITE!"
"McCarthy, you cunt, get off!"
"Nick!" Alex croaked. The flustered brunette stopped at the sound of Alex's voice, leaving Paul alone long enough to allow him a stumbling exit out of the bathroom. Once he was gone, the two stared blankly at each other, Nick's face awash with horror. Drinking in the sight of Alex and his swollen, abused lips, the telltale dampness of his trousers. Alex wanted to thank him for scaring off Paul, wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, no words came forth. That made Nick even angrier. He swooped down and took Alex by the lapel of his blazer, his back hitting the stall one more time. Green-grey eyes nearly rolled back with the new surge of pain, distracted by the shrillness of Nick's voice.
"And YOU! I thought we were-- that we-- FUCK! How could you DO this to me?!"
"Nick, please! It wasn't my idea! He made me, he forced me!"
"But your trousers, Alex, your bloody fuckin' trousers! It looks like you damn well enjoyed it, you bastard!"
Alex shook his head at Nick's accusations, each one piercing his heart like a pin cushion. He felt a familiar, prickling sensation behind his eyes and he silently swore to himself that he wouldn't cry, not like this. But even he knew he was only a boy. A year older now, but still just a boy.
He closed his eyes tightly and spoke, feeling like he was babbling in a foreign tongue. "It's not true, Nick, I swear! I only want you!" Nick continued to shake him violently, roaring still.
"Why should I believe you, you fuckin' twat?"
"Because I LOVE YOU!"
Alex shouted the last bit, opening his eyes when he felt Nick's hands release their death grip on him. He slumped a bit from the abuse he'd suffered, feeling black and blue all over. Yet Nick was not saying anything. When Alex opened his eyes again, he saw that Nick's were wet with unshed tears.
"You don't even know me," Nick murmured. "S'only been three weeks... not even."
"I know I can't ever wait to be with you," Alex said. "I know enough."
Nick turned away from him a moment, wiping at his eyes with the back of his shirt sleeve. "I just wanted to wash my hands," he whispered. Alex sighed. He could see so clearly that Nick was just a boy as well. He reached out his hand and Nick grasped it tenderly, wrapping the trembling, slender fingers in both of his own clammy palms. Nick's eyes were bruised with tears. He looked at Alex and touched his face as though he'd rendered him a broken doll. "I hurt you. I hurt you? Alex, I-- I don't know, I'm so fuckin' sorry, I just.. I just like you so much, and..."
"It's okay," Alex murmured, his lips pursing against Nick's touch. "You don't have to say."
"I want to say." Nick held his boyfriend's jaw with both hands and unable to stand it any longer, leaned in and kissed him-- softly at first, then again with more intensity, his mouth becoming more demanding, his hands wandering all over Alex's gaunt frame. Alex shrugged off his blazer without even thinking twice, and reached out to lock the stall door behind them. Nick thanked him with warm, nimble fingertips, sliding up beneath Alex's shirt, skating over the ribs and tweaking the nipples to hardened buds.
They continued to kiss, touching everywhere, until Nick undulated his hips against Alex's, his erection unmistakable. Alex gasped into his mouth, clutching his hair. "Christ, you're so--"
"It was you," Nick sighed, his breath labored and hot. "Watching you with him, it was just so... so..."
"Jesus," Alex moaned. He arched upwards, infinitely aroused by what Nick was saying, and what he wasn't saying.Ê Nick instantly shut his mouth and busied himself instead with the buttons on Alex's slightly damp trousers, pushing the fabric and knickers down. He then fumbled with his own belt, halting only when Alex reached down to undo the buckle himself, then the trousers.
Nick stroked his boyfriend's hair away from his face as his pants came undone and slid away. "I want you, Alex."
"Then have me."
"I don't have any--"
"It doesn't matter."
Nick nodded and positioned himself before Alex, who raised one slim leg along the other boy's side, clutching for dear life when Nick entered him, hot and slick. Alex practically held his breath until Nick was all the way in, panting against his shoulder, shaking with desire. He knew neither of them would last long.
Nick pursued a faltering but assured rhythm, making short and long thrusts deeper into Alex, who returned it as best as he could, focusing on the feeling of Nick inside of him. He stroked his own cock as he pressed closer to Nick, who muttered German curses, a language Alex was unaware his boyfriend knew at all. His shoulder blades met the wall again and again, but the pain was secondary, the pleasure unbelievable as he felt himself get tighter around Nick by the second, his own flesh throbbing with need when Nick hit a certain spot once and then again and again and christ, once again. Nick kissed at his neck, his thrusts less rhythmic now, more desperate, mouthing words into Alex's skin that he swore he could make out.
Alex let go first, a victim of sensory overload, dampening more than just his trousers this time around. He clenched tightly around Nick and just like that, the brunette was through as well, releasing deep inside of Alex, who marveled at the sensation like it was a god-given miracle. They both bit their lips to keep relatively silent at climax, aware of where they were and who could be listening.
After a few delectable moments, Nick pulled out and Alex nearly dropped straight to the floor, if not for Nick's strong arms to hold him. Sweat dripped down his forehead, matting his hair to his skin until Nick's palm brushed it back and away. Alex felt hollow. He wanted his lover back inside of him, almost thought about throwing a tantrum just to get his way. For now, he touched foreheads with Nick and breathed.
Nick kissed the crease of his lips and sighed. "I'll get detention tomorrow for skippin' out on it today."
"Tomorrow's the weekend," Alex whispered.
"Thank Christ."
They both tried their best to laugh, though it was difficult, so exhausted with the huge weight of their growing connection. Alex winced, wondering for a moment if it'd hurt now to ride on the Vespa. Nick's voice interrupted his thought, as well as his crisp, beautiful eyes, which bore right into Alex's core.
"I still want to say it," he said. Alex gave a thin smile. He reached out and carefully adjusted Nick's tie, tilting his head expectantly.
"So say it."
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