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Nobody said highschool was easy, and Reona knows it best. He's gay, he's in love, and guess what? He reads minds, but the only person his powers won't work on is Ashton, the way-out-of-his-league c...
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Chapter ten – Dire need
“It’s a wrap! Hit the showers, everyone,” came the coach’s dismissal.
Ashton skated to the bench to get his gear off and rushed down the stairs into the changing room like a kid on Christmas morning. He’d stripped halfway by the time he got to the showers and stepped under the water spray before it even started running warm. He was far from late for his date with Reona, and he’d actually have to kill time somewhere if he kept up this pace, but he was too wound up to stay still.
He’d never cared much for dating – it was just a pricey, troublesome way to trick chicks into bed – but he was actually looking forward to going out with Reona. It was driving him up the wall that they’d barely seen each other since he’d been over at his place, and even then his sister had hogged him away and ruined his plans for some quality time alone. Anyway, in little more than an hour he’d have him all to himself, and he couldn’t wait.
Ashton was just about finished when the rest of the team stormed in with the usual commotion, still high on adrenaline and testosterone from practice.
“Dude, you’re wicked,” Landon praised, kicking his boxers away and stepping into a shower stall.
“Hell yeah,” Keith smirked, his jock ego all puffed up.
“Ash, man, you heard? Keith locked up that Reona guy and four-eyes in the toilet. ‘Twas fucking hilarious,”
The jock on cue jumped in. “Just gave them a little privacy so they could take a piss together,”
Keep your cool. Don’t make a scene. Ashton’s hands clenched in fists. “What are you, twelve?”
“C’mon,” Keith started, “Landon here almost wet his pants laughing when Reona started begging. I swear that little fag moans just like a girl,” He mocked, adding an exaggerated imitation.
“Just fucking stop messing with him,” Ashton roared, definitely too angrily for someone who wasn’t supposed to give a damn. He whipped his towel in the air and began drying up.
“Dude, what crawled up your ass and died? Someone’s in dire need for a good fuck,” Landon taunted. “Anyway, what’s up with those scratch marks?”
“Got slapped. I broke up with Candy,”
“Whoa, seriously?” Keith interjected, “Why so?”
“Got sick of her,”
“Man, I sure as hell wouldn’t get sick of a hot babe like her,”
“As if she’d want that ugly mug of yours, Keith,” Landon mocked, laughing.
“Shut up, sucker. At least I don’t need to get chicks wasted to bed them,”
The two jocks started play fighting and Ashton stopped paying attention altogether. From his experience on being the dumping end and from Candy’s character, he’d expected a messy breakup, but never thought she’d go physical on him. When he told girls it was over between them, some of them accepted while others tried to change his mind, but they all cried in the end. Candy never shed a tear – she just dropped her smile like you would a mask, and slapped him so hard, his cheek was still smarting – which only proved him right.
Candice had only asked him out because he was the hockey team’s captain, but then, he’d only agreed to it because she was hot, so they were pretty much even. Even though he didn’t particularly like her, he wasn’t that much of a bad boyfriend, so he didn’t really get why she was so angry at him.
“Anyway, I bet you got some chick stashed on the side,”
Ashton didn’t answer, but couldn’t help but smile when Reona popped into his mind.
“You sneaky bastard! Who’s she?” Landon demanded, stepping out the shower and whipping him with his towel.
“It’s gotta be a college girl or something,”
“Or something,” Ashton replied, evasively.
“You nailed a college girl? Fucking awesome, man,”
Ashton tuned out their rambling and started mentally reviewing his date plan. He’d spent the last couple of days coming up with it, much like hockey tactics before a game, and was pretty confident that everything would work out if he stuck to it. Planning dates was pretty much new to him – he usually just went with whatever his girlfriends wanted and let them take the lead until it was plain that it was his time to take over. But Reona wasn’t a girl, and he wasn’t trying to score with him. At least… not just that.
Of course, he wanted to get to know him, mind and body – but not necessarily in that order. He had to admit he could barely keep his hands off Reona when they were alone together, and although the thought had freaked him out at first, he was definitely warming up to the idea of having sex with him, even if he was a guy. After all, how different could it be? Just thinking about it got him hard, and he’d long grown past the shock of jerking off to Reona.
And then, there was some truth to Landon’s words – he could use a good fuck. With the end of hockey season closing up and his falling out with Candy, it’d been a while since he’d gotten any, so like any healthy teenager, he was pretty much about to burst. Not that there wasn’t a handful of girls who’d happily oblige him, but ever since he’d first gotten with Reona, he’d been plagued by the raw urge of doing him, and anyone but him just wouldn’t do.
“That so is the face of someone who’s getting laid tonight,” Keith accused, enviously.
Ashton couldn’t help to wish he was right.
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Reona sighed contentedly. He honestly didn’t remember ever feeling happier, and now felt silly for having freaked out over this date for days when it’d actually turned out almost too well to be true. Although it’d been his first, he’d kept his expectations to a minimum, so everything that defied Murphy’s Law would come out as a plus, partially because he didn’t know what to expect from a date, but mostly because he was afraid he’d somehow screw it up.
He just didn’t know what to do with himself. If he were a girl, all he had to do was sit pretty on his ass and come up with some witty lines, but being a guy, there wasn’t much he could do. There was no point in dressing up when Ashton would still a tenfold look cooler than him, and he doubted he could make a jock laugh without getting his head flushed down the toilet.
Ashton might be his so-called boyfriend, but they weren’t friends. They barely had anything in common, and Reona couldn’t think of anything remotely interesting to chat about for the life of him. Being together when they weren’t making out was so awkward, he didn’t even hold it against Ashton that he’d skip pleasantries and get on with it. At least when they kissed and cuddled, all he had to do was respond, and even if he sucked at it, the jock seemed to enjoy showing him the ropes. Reona was so scared that his first date would also be his last that his heart had been a puddle of mixed feelings when the jock dropped by to pick him up.
But then, maybe that’s what it meant to be Ashton, to be so damn good at turning the tables, be it on a hockey ring or a date. Half an hour later they’d been hitting it off in a game arcade, and in a matter of a few rounds they could’ve been friends for years and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. His friend would wring his neck if he told him, but being with the jock was actually just as fun as being with Elliot. It was the walls between them had been magically knocked down.
Then they’d gone for a movie, and although the jock’s suggestion of an action-packed science fiction movie wasn’t exactly surprising, Reona had to admit his blood had run cold at the thought of catching a chick flick. Not that he thought the jock would put an arm over his shoulder or smooch him in time with the movie’s climax, but being treated like a girl would be nothing short of mortifying. In the end, their date so far had been almost no different than going out with any regular male friend – that is, if you ignored the blatant wrongness of a jock hanging out with someone like Reona – but Ashton just made it feel special. Made him feel special.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Ashton offered, smiling.
“Cheapskate,” Reona teased, stealing one of his fries. “Just thinking about today,”
“Fun much?”
“Yeah, today was pretty awesome,” Reona smiled mischievously. “I never thought I could beat a jock on a race though,”
“You cheated,”
“I won fair and square,”
“Did not,”
“Did too,”
Ashton laughed and looked straight at him in a way that made his heart do flip-flops in his chest. Although he’d enjoyed every bit of their date so far, Reona had to admit he couldn’t wait to do something more… couple-like, and judging by the look on the jock’s face, he wasn’t the only one. Maybe he should just drop the hint.
“Ashton? What you doing here?”
Reona jumped on his seat at that, but sighed in relief when he recognized that voice. Thank god. He’d been so lost in thoughts about Ashton he didn’t even pick up Mae’s, and couldn’t be any gladder it was her who’d stumbled on them, and not one of the hockey team goons. The redhead walked up to them and beamed at Reona when she saw him.
“Hey, cookie,” She squeezed him tight from behind, pecking him on the cheek, and promptly sat next to him, high-fiving the jock across the table. “What’re you guys doing here? I didn’t know you were friends,”
“Uh, Reona’s been helping me out with, uh… English,”
“Oh, Reo’s pretty good at that,” Mae nodded and promptly put her arm around Reona, propping her chin on her palm. She looked pretty content with the explanation, but he knew better than that. “So I heard you broke up with Candy?”
“Uh, yeah,”
“That’s too bad,”
“Hmm,” the jock hummed nonchalantly, slurping on what was left of his milkshake, and grabbed his jacket. “We should get going. You need a ride?” he offered, out of courtesy.
“No need, my ride’s right there,” She pointed at a bubbly group of girls in the far end of the room. “Thanks anyway,”
Reona followed Ashton out of the diner and into the car. The jock’s mood switch seemed to have flipped, because he wasn’t smiling anymore, and there seemed to be something troubling him, as if Mae walking in on their date had worked as a wakeup call to the fact that they could be found out at any moment. Reona hoped not.
“You and Mae get along pretty well,” Ashton commented.
“Uh, yeah. We have the same major, so she’s in most of my classes. She’s pretty nice,”
“I think you get along a little too well,”
Reona couldn’t help but laugh when it hit him. Ashton was jealous of a girl? “She’s got it bad for Elliot, you know,”
The jock didn’t say anything, but Reona knew he was pouting, and it was so ridiculous it was almost cute.
Eventually they got his place, and Ashton got off the car to walk him to the door, like usual, and pushed him to a blind spot so they could kiss goodbye, but the moment they touched, it was like a flood breaking loose. Reona could barely breathe, pressed as he was against the wall, with Ashton’s lips demanding almost more than he could give. He put his arms around his neck for support and the jock grabbed his ass, hauling him so they’d be at the same height. They kissed for a while, and it wasn’t until a car sped down the street that he woke up to the fact that they could get walked in on any second.
Ashton put him down and ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Reona started rummaging around in his pockets for his keys, dragging it on as long as he could. To tell the truth, he wished he’d stay a bit longer, even though he’d already had his fair share of the jock’s attention.
“I really had fun today,”
“Yeah, me too,” Ashton hung his head, scratching the back. “Say, you mind if I come in for a while?”
Reona smiled. And I thought I was the mind reader. “Sure,”
He unlocked the door and let both of them in. A glance at the key holder told him his mother wasn’t home, so he put their coats away and led him to the living room. They sat on the couch, and suddenly the awkwardness hit them again, but for a whole other reason. The jock started drumming his fingers on his knee without really looking at him.
“Your mom’s not home?”
“Uh, no, she’s probably at work. She works shifts,”
“Your dad?”
“He’s never home much. He travels a lot,”
“So, we’re… alone?”
“Uh, yeah,” Reona replied, weakly. He’d been so worried about the date itself he hadn’t given much thought to what might happen afterwards, but there was no mistaking what the jock was up to, judging by the preview on the doorway. Ashton was locked and aimed at him, and started leaning in, bit by bit, asking for permission. Reona couldn’t back off if he tried, pinned down by the weight of his stare, and let him kiss him, slowly this time.
Ashton nipped at his lips, teasingly, and then folded a leg on the couch to brace his weight and grabbed the back of his head to kiss him deeper, pulling him closer. Reona felt his very core wobble. Whatever thoughts he’d had about tongue kissing being gross had died out when the jock had first done it, and now the way he so beautifully sucked on his tongue alone was enough to drive him out of his mind. Ashton let go of his mouth and pulled him to sit between his thighs, and reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one.
Reona had a bit of trouble thinking when he was up on cloud nine, so it took him a while to realize what the jock was about to do, and when he did, it was already too late.
“It’s a wrap! Hit the showers, everyone,” came the coach’s dismissal.
Ashton skated to the bench to get his gear off and rushed down the stairs into the changing room like a kid on Christmas morning. He’d stripped halfway by the time he got to the showers and stepped under the water spray before it even started running warm. He was far from late for his date with Reona, and he’d actually have to kill time somewhere if he kept up this pace, but he was too wound up to stay still.
He’d never cared much for dating – it was just a pricey, troublesome way to trick chicks into bed – but he was actually looking forward to going out with Reona. It was driving him up the wall that they’d barely seen each other since he’d been over at his place, and even then his sister had hogged him away and ruined his plans for some quality time alone. Anyway, in little more than an hour he’d have him all to himself, and he couldn’t wait.
Ashton was just about finished when the rest of the team stormed in with the usual commotion, still high on adrenaline and testosterone from practice.
“Dude, you’re wicked,” Landon praised, kicking his boxers away and stepping into a shower stall.
“Hell yeah,” Keith smirked, his jock ego all puffed up.
“Ash, man, you heard? Keith locked up that Reona guy and four-eyes in the toilet. ‘Twas fucking hilarious,”
The jock on cue jumped in. “Just gave them a little privacy so they could take a piss together,”
Keep your cool. Don’t make a scene. Ashton’s hands clenched in fists. “What are you, twelve?”
“C’mon,” Keith started, “Landon here almost wet his pants laughing when Reona started begging. I swear that little fag moans just like a girl,” He mocked, adding an exaggerated imitation.
“Just fucking stop messing with him,” Ashton roared, definitely too angrily for someone who wasn’t supposed to give a damn. He whipped his towel in the air and began drying up.
“Dude, what crawled up your ass and died? Someone’s in dire need for a good fuck,” Landon taunted. “Anyway, what’s up with those scratch marks?”
“Got slapped. I broke up with Candy,”
“Whoa, seriously?” Keith interjected, “Why so?”
“Got sick of her,”
“Man, I sure as hell wouldn’t get sick of a hot babe like her,”
“As if she’d want that ugly mug of yours, Keith,” Landon mocked, laughing.
“Shut up, sucker. At least I don’t need to get chicks wasted to bed them,”
The two jocks started play fighting and Ashton stopped paying attention altogether. From his experience on being the dumping end and from Candy’s character, he’d expected a messy breakup, but never thought she’d go physical on him. When he told girls it was over between them, some of them accepted while others tried to change his mind, but they all cried in the end. Candy never shed a tear – she just dropped her smile like you would a mask, and slapped him so hard, his cheek was still smarting – which only proved him right.
Candice had only asked him out because he was the hockey team’s captain, but then, he’d only agreed to it because she was hot, so they were pretty much even. Even though he didn’t particularly like her, he wasn’t that much of a bad boyfriend, so he didn’t really get why she was so angry at him.
“Anyway, I bet you got some chick stashed on the side,”
Ashton didn’t answer, but couldn’t help but smile when Reona popped into his mind.
“You sneaky bastard! Who’s she?” Landon demanded, stepping out the shower and whipping him with his towel.
“It’s gotta be a college girl or something,”
“Or something,” Ashton replied, evasively.
“You nailed a college girl? Fucking awesome, man,”
Ashton tuned out their rambling and started mentally reviewing his date plan. He’d spent the last couple of days coming up with it, much like hockey tactics before a game, and was pretty confident that everything would work out if he stuck to it. Planning dates was pretty much new to him – he usually just went with whatever his girlfriends wanted and let them take the lead until it was plain that it was his time to take over. But Reona wasn’t a girl, and he wasn’t trying to score with him. At least… not just that.
Of course, he wanted to get to know him, mind and body – but not necessarily in that order. He had to admit he could barely keep his hands off Reona when they were alone together, and although the thought had freaked him out at first, he was definitely warming up to the idea of having sex with him, even if he was a guy. After all, how different could it be? Just thinking about it got him hard, and he’d long grown past the shock of jerking off to Reona.
And then, there was some truth to Landon’s words – he could use a good fuck. With the end of hockey season closing up and his falling out with Candy, it’d been a while since he’d gotten any, so like any healthy teenager, he was pretty much about to burst. Not that there wasn’t a handful of girls who’d happily oblige him, but ever since he’d first gotten with Reona, he’d been plagued by the raw urge of doing him, and anyone but him just wouldn’t do.
“That so is the face of someone who’s getting laid tonight,” Keith accused, enviously.
Ashton couldn’t help to wish he was right.
---
Reona sighed contentedly. He honestly didn’t remember ever feeling happier, and now felt silly for having freaked out over this date for days when it’d actually turned out almost too well to be true. Although it’d been his first, he’d kept his expectations to a minimum, so everything that defied Murphy’s Law would come out as a plus, partially because he didn’t know what to expect from a date, but mostly because he was afraid he’d somehow screw it up.
He just didn’t know what to do with himself. If he were a girl, all he had to do was sit pretty on his ass and come up with some witty lines, but being a guy, there wasn’t much he could do. There was no point in dressing up when Ashton would still a tenfold look cooler than him, and he doubted he could make a jock laugh without getting his head flushed down the toilet.
Ashton might be his so-called boyfriend, but they weren’t friends. They barely had anything in common, and Reona couldn’t think of anything remotely interesting to chat about for the life of him. Being together when they weren’t making out was so awkward, he didn’t even hold it against Ashton that he’d skip pleasantries and get on with it. At least when they kissed and cuddled, all he had to do was respond, and even if he sucked at it, the jock seemed to enjoy showing him the ropes. Reona was so scared that his first date would also be his last that his heart had been a puddle of mixed feelings when the jock dropped by to pick him up.
But then, maybe that’s what it meant to be Ashton, to be so damn good at turning the tables, be it on a hockey ring or a date. Half an hour later they’d been hitting it off in a game arcade, and in a matter of a few rounds they could’ve been friends for years and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. His friend would wring his neck if he told him, but being with the jock was actually just as fun as being with Elliot. It was the walls between them had been magically knocked down.
Then they’d gone for a movie, and although the jock’s suggestion of an action-packed science fiction movie wasn’t exactly surprising, Reona had to admit his blood had run cold at the thought of catching a chick flick. Not that he thought the jock would put an arm over his shoulder or smooch him in time with the movie’s climax, but being treated like a girl would be nothing short of mortifying. In the end, their date so far had been almost no different than going out with any regular male friend – that is, if you ignored the blatant wrongness of a jock hanging out with someone like Reona – but Ashton just made it feel special. Made him feel special.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Ashton offered, smiling.
“Cheapskate,” Reona teased, stealing one of his fries. “Just thinking about today,”
“Fun much?”
“Yeah, today was pretty awesome,” Reona smiled mischievously. “I never thought I could beat a jock on a race though,”
“You cheated,”
“I won fair and square,”
“Did not,”
“Did too,”
Ashton laughed and looked straight at him in a way that made his heart do flip-flops in his chest. Although he’d enjoyed every bit of their date so far, Reona had to admit he couldn’t wait to do something more… couple-like, and judging by the look on the jock’s face, he wasn’t the only one. Maybe he should just drop the hint.
“Ashton? What you doing here?”
Reona jumped on his seat at that, but sighed in relief when he recognized that voice. Thank god. He’d been so lost in thoughts about Ashton he didn’t even pick up Mae’s, and couldn’t be any gladder it was her who’d stumbled on them, and not one of the hockey team goons. The redhead walked up to them and beamed at Reona when she saw him.
“Hey, cookie,” She squeezed him tight from behind, pecking him on the cheek, and promptly sat next to him, high-fiving the jock across the table. “What’re you guys doing here? I didn’t know you were friends,”
“Uh, Reona’s been helping me out with, uh… English,”
“Oh, Reo’s pretty good at that,” Mae nodded and promptly put her arm around Reona, propping her chin on her palm. She looked pretty content with the explanation, but he knew better than that. “So I heard you broke up with Candy?”
“Uh, yeah,”
“That’s too bad,”
“Hmm,” the jock hummed nonchalantly, slurping on what was left of his milkshake, and grabbed his jacket. “We should get going. You need a ride?” he offered, out of courtesy.
“No need, my ride’s right there,” She pointed at a bubbly group of girls in the far end of the room. “Thanks anyway,”
Reona followed Ashton out of the diner and into the car. The jock’s mood switch seemed to have flipped, because he wasn’t smiling anymore, and there seemed to be something troubling him, as if Mae walking in on their date had worked as a wakeup call to the fact that they could be found out at any moment. Reona hoped not.
“You and Mae get along pretty well,” Ashton commented.
“Uh, yeah. We have the same major, so she’s in most of my classes. She’s pretty nice,”
“I think you get along a little too well,”
Reona couldn’t help but laugh when it hit him. Ashton was jealous of a girl? “She’s got it bad for Elliot, you know,”
The jock didn’t say anything, but Reona knew he was pouting, and it was so ridiculous it was almost cute.
Eventually they got his place, and Ashton got off the car to walk him to the door, like usual, and pushed him to a blind spot so they could kiss goodbye, but the moment they touched, it was like a flood breaking loose. Reona could barely breathe, pressed as he was against the wall, with Ashton’s lips demanding almost more than he could give. He put his arms around his neck for support and the jock grabbed his ass, hauling him so they’d be at the same height. They kissed for a while, and it wasn’t until a car sped down the street that he woke up to the fact that they could get walked in on any second.
Ashton put him down and ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Reona started rummaging around in his pockets for his keys, dragging it on as long as he could. To tell the truth, he wished he’d stay a bit longer, even though he’d already had his fair share of the jock’s attention.
“I really had fun today,”
“Yeah, me too,” Ashton hung his head, scratching the back. “Say, you mind if I come in for a while?”
Reona smiled. And I thought I was the mind reader. “Sure,”
He unlocked the door and let both of them in. A glance at the key holder told him his mother wasn’t home, so he put their coats away and led him to the living room. They sat on the couch, and suddenly the awkwardness hit them again, but for a whole other reason. The jock started drumming his fingers on his knee without really looking at him.
“Your mom’s not home?”
“Uh, no, she’s probably at work. She works shifts,”
“Your dad?”
“He’s never home much. He travels a lot,”
“So, we’re… alone?”
“Uh, yeah,” Reona replied, weakly. He’d been so worried about the date itself he hadn’t given much thought to what might happen afterwards, but there was no mistaking what the jock was up to, judging by the preview on the doorway. Ashton was locked and aimed at him, and started leaning in, bit by bit, asking for permission. Reona couldn’t back off if he tried, pinned down by the weight of his stare, and let him kiss him, slowly this time.
Ashton nipped at his lips, teasingly, and then folded a leg on the couch to brace his weight and grabbed the back of his head to kiss him deeper, pulling him closer. Reona felt his very core wobble. Whatever thoughts he’d had about tongue kissing being gross had died out when the jock had first done it, and now the way he so beautifully sucked on his tongue alone was enough to drive him out of his mind. Ashton let go of his mouth and pulled him to sit between his thighs, and reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one.
Reona had a bit of trouble thinking when he was up on cloud nine, so it took him a while to realize what the jock was about to do, and when he did, it was already too late.
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