Loverboy
Dreams
ALEX'S POV
'Jack, that was... amazing.'
We lay next to each other in the dark, panting and sweaty. Jack held tightly on to my hand as it lay in between our bodies.
'That was my first time,' said Jack.
'Me too, so happy I lost it with you.' I replied, squeezing his hand.
I rolled my head and looked at Jack as he stared at the roof. He had a large grin painted across his face and his hair was messy, so sexy. I put my other hand on his chest and moved my head so it was leaning on his shoulder. Resting his head on mine, I peacefully drifted off to sleep as the feeling of Jack's heartbeat soothed me further.
JACK'S POV
The sun beamed through the small opening in Alex's curtains. I brushed his hair across his tired face before planting a little kiss on his cheek and slipping out of bed. With great speed, I got dressed and attempted to fix my hair. Once I deemed my appearance acceptable, I woke Alex.
'Alex, we have school. Come on, up.' I gently rocked him by the shoulder.
'Mhmm, I know.' he groaned in response.
After a few more minutes of nudging, he finally joined me in the race to get out the door on time. We had to stop by my house to pick up my books and that would take even longer, adding at least another fifteen minutes.
'I look terrible,' he complained.
'You look perfect,' I replied, pulling him in from behind and burying my face in his shoulder. I rose my head and smiled at him in the mirror before retreating to the doorway and resting up against the wooden frame.
'Hurry up, I promise you look fine.'
'Okay, okay.'
We dashed out the house and after a bit reckless driving managed to pick up my bag, just making it to school on time. We were both nervous as to how the day would unfold.
'See you at lunch, have a nice day.' I leaned in closer to Jack and allowed him to give me a little kiss before we parted ways. He looked at me with sad eyes as our fingers untangled and we wandered in different directions.
The day was worse than I expected, worse than I ever could have expected. Fag; bender; asshole; pleb; faggot. The names swirled in my head and with every push against the locker their whirls became violent waves crashing against the rocks in my head. I could hear the ringing of gleeful laughs in my ears and I swear I was hallucinating. It seemed like every single word someone said was about me or Jack and with every glare I received the pain in my chest grew.
Walking to the canteen, I noticed Jack up ahead and quickly wove my way through the other pupils to reach him. Catching him off guard, he shot round as I - the stranger for those few seconds - took his hand. He relaxed and wrapped his fingers around mine.
When we entered the canteen, it became obvious to me that he was having a very similar day. We went up and down each row of tables and I'd rush him past certain groups, he'd do this same with me. Three isles later we found an empty table and reluctantly took the seats.
'So, how has your day been?'
Jack tossed away his sandwich which was still in its wrapper before murmuring a reply; 'Fine, you?'
'It's been okay.'
'You know I've had a lot of girls come up to me today,' I raised my head to catch eyes with Jack for a short while before he bowed his head and carried on; '...apparently I'm to blame for you being gay. Like I cast a fucking spell over you.'
Jack's growl hung in the air for a second. I cleared my throat and replied, 'I'm sorry, Jack. I- I don't...'
'I know its not your fault. I'm just in a bad mood, sorry.' he forced a smile at me, an apologetic look present in his big brown eyes.
For the remainder of lunch we sat and discussed the future; our dream jobs; dream home; dream family. It was nice to sit and talk about things like that without having to tread carefully so as not to reveal your true sexual orientation. Jack wanted to live in a detached home with a husband (or whatever the law would call it depending on how gays are portrayed at this point in time) with a kid and dog. I said the same except from the fact that I wanted to live in Minnesota. Our daydreaming was interrupted by the bell, concluding the end of lunch. We hugged each other tight before, once again, heading seperate ways.
'Jack, that was... amazing.'
We lay next to each other in the dark, panting and sweaty. Jack held tightly on to my hand as it lay in between our bodies.
'That was my first time,' said Jack.
'Me too, so happy I lost it with you.' I replied, squeezing his hand.
I rolled my head and looked at Jack as he stared at the roof. He had a large grin painted across his face and his hair was messy, so sexy. I put my other hand on his chest and moved my head so it was leaning on his shoulder. Resting his head on mine, I peacefully drifted off to sleep as the feeling of Jack's heartbeat soothed me further.
JACK'S POV
The sun beamed through the small opening in Alex's curtains. I brushed his hair across his tired face before planting a little kiss on his cheek and slipping out of bed. With great speed, I got dressed and attempted to fix my hair. Once I deemed my appearance acceptable, I woke Alex.
'Alex, we have school. Come on, up.' I gently rocked him by the shoulder.
'Mhmm, I know.' he groaned in response.
After a few more minutes of nudging, he finally joined me in the race to get out the door on time. We had to stop by my house to pick up my books and that would take even longer, adding at least another fifteen minutes.
'I look terrible,' he complained.
'You look perfect,' I replied, pulling him in from behind and burying my face in his shoulder. I rose my head and smiled at him in the mirror before retreating to the doorway and resting up against the wooden frame.
'Hurry up, I promise you look fine.'
'Okay, okay.'
We dashed out the house and after a bit reckless driving managed to pick up my bag, just making it to school on time. We were both nervous as to how the day would unfold.
'See you at lunch, have a nice day.' I leaned in closer to Jack and allowed him to give me a little kiss before we parted ways. He looked at me with sad eyes as our fingers untangled and we wandered in different directions.
The day was worse than I expected, worse than I ever could have expected. Fag; bender; asshole; pleb; faggot. The names swirled in my head and with every push against the locker their whirls became violent waves crashing against the rocks in my head. I could hear the ringing of gleeful laughs in my ears and I swear I was hallucinating. It seemed like every single word someone said was about me or Jack and with every glare I received the pain in my chest grew.
Walking to the canteen, I noticed Jack up ahead and quickly wove my way through the other pupils to reach him. Catching him off guard, he shot round as I - the stranger for those few seconds - took his hand. He relaxed and wrapped his fingers around mine.
When we entered the canteen, it became obvious to me that he was having a very similar day. We went up and down each row of tables and I'd rush him past certain groups, he'd do this same with me. Three isles later we found an empty table and reluctantly took the seats.
'So, how has your day been?'
Jack tossed away his sandwich which was still in its wrapper before murmuring a reply; 'Fine, you?'
'It's been okay.'
'You know I've had a lot of girls come up to me today,' I raised my head to catch eyes with Jack for a short while before he bowed his head and carried on; '...apparently I'm to blame for you being gay. Like I cast a fucking spell over you.'
Jack's growl hung in the air for a second. I cleared my throat and replied, 'I'm sorry, Jack. I- I don't...'
'I know its not your fault. I'm just in a bad mood, sorry.' he forced a smile at me, an apologetic look present in his big brown eyes.
For the remainder of lunch we sat and discussed the future; our dream jobs; dream home; dream family. It was nice to sit and talk about things like that without having to tread carefully so as not to reveal your true sexual orientation. Jack wanted to live in a detached home with a husband (or whatever the law would call it depending on how gays are portrayed at this point in time) with a kid and dog. I said the same except from the fact that I wanted to live in Minnesota. Our daydreaming was interrupted by the bell, concluding the end of lunch. We hugged each other tight before, once again, heading seperate ways.
yes sequel Ima go read it now :D <3
5/18/13