Bound

Chapter 5

Justin

"Don't touch that."

"Don't take that tone with me."

"Don't touch it!"

"Ok, Mr. Anal," I reply, smirking slightly.

"Ooh, it that my superhero name?" I shake my head and reach out to change the station on the radio again. He slaps my hand away. "Don't touch it."

"Can I touch this?" I grab his dick though the material of his slacks and squeeze. He grips the steering wheel and bites his lip. I feel the flesh harden against my palm. I want to reach up and pull off his sunglasses so I can see his eyes.

"If you want to die on the way to school, sure." He grabs my hand and pulls it away. I pout. He notices. "I promise you can blow me later."

"Maybe I won't wanna." I cross my arms and he gives me a knowing look.

Oh, I'll want to.

I stare at the radio intently. Maybe I can change it with my mind. Brian looks over and sighs.

"Fine, change the fucking station." He shakes his head and then gives me a warm, loving smile.

"Yaye!" I fiddle with the buttons until I find a good song. He pulls into the parking lot and kills the engine. He looks over at me, and that's when it hits me.

What the fuck happens now?

I can't come out to the school yet! I don't want to. I can't. He can't touch me. We can't kiss. No one can know. They can't! Oh god.

Ok, Justin. You can calm down any time. He gets out of the car and grabs his bag from the back. I do the same. We walk up to the school side by side and I feel so scared. I want to grab his hand. I want to take comfort in his embrace. But I can't, because that's what I'm afraid of.

Will he try to kiss me in the halls? Will I pull away? Will he be offended?

We walk through the main entrance wordlessly. We come to the spot in the corridor where I need to go straight and he needs to turn left. Here it comes. Goodbye. Oh shit.

He turns to face me and I cringe, expecting some display of affection from my wonderful boyfriend. But that doesn't happen.

"Later," he says before turning toward his locker and walking down the hallway. I watch him as he moves, my eyes burning a hole in his back.

What the fuck was that?

Ok, so I don't want him to give me any affection, and then I get all mad when he doesn't. I sigh and walk towards my locker.

I miss him already. Is that sad?

Brian

I have TA fourth period. Teacher's assistant. Gopher. Paper grader. Easy A.

I walk into the classroom and head for the desk in the back. It has a computer. I am fully prepared to ignore every second of this class and surf the net.

I'm not even sure what class this is. Sophomore English, I think.

I replay this morning in my head, while shifting my sore ass in the hard chair. For such a little person, he sure has a big dick.

Justin is scared. I know that. I went through something similar when I came out. I was scared.

It has to be so much harder for him. I knew my parents would be ok with it. Justin's parents…well, they don't seem so understanding. I'll give Justin all the time and space he needs. I'll let Justin decide if he wants to come out.

It's going to be hard to not touch him. That's all I want to do.

I just hope he decides not to hide forever. It's not a very satisfying life.

"We have a new student in our class."

God dammit. I turn to face the teacher and put a fake smile on my face.

"This is Brian Kinney," the teacher informs them. "He moved here from Philadelphia. He's a TA in this class, so, let's make him feel welcome." I look around the room and roll my eyes before turning back to the computer.

I check my e-mail. There's one from Michael.

Hey Brian!

How'd the move go? We miss you out here. Call me.

-Michael

I get a little smile on my face as I hit reply.

Hiya Mikey,

The move went swimmingly. I really think I'm going to like Pittsburgh. I've already snagged myself a man. Haha. I'll call you later.

.:Brian

The class gets noisy behind me. I feel someone tap on my shoulder. I turn towards the nuisance with a raised brow. He's got dark blond hair and the body of a…fucking football player.

"You're Brian Kinney," he states. Um, duh?

"Brilliant observation. Remind me to give you a gold star when I restock my supply." I roll my eyes and turn back to the computer. He pulls a chair up next to me. I stare at him.

"I'm Chris," he says as he holds out his hand. "Chris Hobbs."

Oh hell no.

I glance down at his hand and back up to his face. He smiles nervously and pulls his hand away. I feel my blood boil. I hate this guy. Justin told me stories of his torment, and it takes all my willpower not to jump him right here in the classroom.

I do have him to thank for bringing Justin and I together though. I'd tell him that, but I can't because then he would know. What can I say to defend my boyfriend without making him suspect? I want to punch him in the face. But what would be my reason?

Hi, you breathe funny. Pow!

So instead I just stare at him.

"Wow man, your record is incredible."

"My record?"

"Your football record. I'm the quarterback for the junior varsity team here. We followed you guys game by game. You carried that team."

"I'm honored, really," I say sarcastically. I turn back to the screen and he goes on talking. His voice is like an annoying little buzz in my ear. I want to swat him away.

"You're going to join the varsity team, right?" I'd rather eat pussy. Believe me, that's way fucking down there on the list.

"That would be a big hell no." I look over and he seems shocked. Good. Asshole.

"What do you mean?"

"Do I need to speak slowly? No, I am not playing football." I say it very slowly, so maybe it'll sink into his thick skull.

"Why not?" The bell rings and I log off the computer. I grab my bag and quickly exit the room. I need to get away from Chris before I kick his ass.

I walk towards the cafeteria to meet Justin and Chris falls in step behind me. I clench my hands into tight fists and take a deep breath.

"Hey man," he says as we walk into the cafeteria. "Eat lunch with us."

"No," I immediately reply. "I already made all the friends I need. I'm eating lunch with Justin and Daphne." His eyes widen and I start to walk off.

"Justin Taylor? Why? He's such a fucking loser," he scoffs. I stop and spin around on my heels.

"Do you get off on that?"

"On what?"

"Putting other people down. Does it make you feel high and mighty?" I take a step closer to him and he gulps.

"But Taylor…"

"Justin is great. He's a lot more appealing than you. That's for sure. Now fuck off." He glares at me and I start to turn away. I turn around again and lock eyes with him. "And that trick with the handcuffs?" His eyes widen. He's afraid of me. Good. "Pull something like that again, and I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll have toes for teeth, got it?"

He nods and scurries off. I roll my eyes and turn around. I see Justin and Daphne walking towards me. He looks hurt and confused. I want to hold him but I fucking can't.

"Hey," I greet him, standing a fair distance away when all I want to do is close the distance between us.

"Why were you talking to Chris?"

"Oh," I reply. "He was trying to get me to join the football team and be a part of his babe banging pack of Neanderthals. I told him to fuck off." He nods and then smiles up at me. We get some food and walk out onto the lawns, picking the furthest spot from the prying eyes of the school. We spread out on the grass in a comfortable silence.

"About this morning," Justin says as he turns to look at me. Daphne takes a bite of her apple and looks away. "I'm sorry. I'm just not…"

"Justin, it's ok. I get it." I slide my hand over his, the blades of grass tickling our skin. "But I'm taking it out of your ass later." He blushes crimson.

"Deal." I intertwine our fingers, our interlocked hands staying hidden between us.

I want so much more, but that will have to do for now.

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