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Chapter twelve – Bring it on
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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Reona ran his fingers through the thick, dark-brown curls of hair on his lap. Barely months ago, relaxing after a make-out session with Ashton had meant his alarm clock was about to wake him up to the warm, sticky reality of spunk in his boxers. Now it meant that he was skipping English Literature, his favorite class, and didn’t really give a damn.
The jock rolled onto his back to look up at him, and smiled. Reona thought he might die from cardiac arrest one of these days. It just felt so surreal, being with Ashton. His first crush. His boyfriend. His. Being this happy must be illegal, he thought.
Ashton fisted a hand on his hair and pulled him down to meet his lips on a butterfly kiss. He licked them, as if tasting him, and pulled him closer, slipping his tongue inside. Reona kissed back for a while, but it wasn’t long until he got a cramp, so the jock shifted and pushed him down onto the cold, but still more comfortable title floor. He started kissing down his throat, and Reona encouraged him, running his hands up and down his back, and soon he had his shirt pulled up to his chin and his navel thoroughly ravished, with pinkish marks all over.
His inner clock told him their alone time was running out, so he nudged him, urging him to stop. “We need to get going, you know. Practice’s almost started,”
“In a minute,” Ashton mumbled, crawling back up to lick his ear.
He kissed the shell and nibbled on the rim, making him giggle, and when he flicked his tongue inside, Reona jolted, sinking his nails into the flesh of the jock’s his lower back. Reona was just about to grumble a half-assed complaint when he heard something that didn’t quite fit the picture. He pushed Ashton away from him, all his senses on edge.
“What’s the matter?”
“I think I heard something. Someone, actually,”
“I didn’t hear anything. This place’s off-limits anyway, no one comes around here,”
Reona just sat very still, considering the odds. He’d either imagined the voice or stumbled onto someone’s thoughts, but it’d been so sudden he weren’t even able to make out the words. His mind-reading powers had a short range, so whoever it was, had to be pretty close, no farther than the floor below. He knew some people used the emergency stairs on a regular basis, so that could be it. Shit, what if someone saw us? He couldn’t believe he’d let his guard down like that.
The jock put his arms around him, urging him to relax. “You’re just jumpy ‘cause we’re doing it in school,”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he conceded.
“Wanna pick up where we left after school? My place?”
“Sure,” It was all Ashton’s fault. Why did he have to be so goddamn distracting?
---
Ashton pulled him onto his lap without breaking the kiss, cupping the curve of his ass through the denim while his other hand hooked under the waistband of his underwear and yanked, releasing the bulge inside. He made a fist around it, feeling it throb and twitch against his palm, and slowly bobbed his hand up and down, teasing the underside of the wet, perky head with his thumb.
A couple of months ago, Ashton would’ve bashed whoever said he’d ever enjoy jerking off a dick that wasn’t his own, but that was before he had Reona’s cock on his hand, growing harder and wetter with every stroke, and Reona’s mouth on his, moaning his pleasure into their kiss. He sucked in a breath when Reona returned the favor, shoving a hand down his boxers and mimicking him.
Ashton was no blushing virgin. He’d lost count of the girls who’d done this for him, but couldn’t remember a time when it’d felt this goddamn good. Unlike girls, who dragged out the hand job forever, stroking him like his dick might break in half if they squeezed too hard, Reona yanked at his dick with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how it felt like, rubbing all the right places to bring him off.
Reona pulled away from him to breathe, hooking an arm on his neck for balance as he thrust into his fist, jerking him with the same desperation. Ashton knew he was about to come, so gripped him tighter and Reona stifled a moan, his body rippling with a spasm right before he came, splashing all over the flat of his belly. Ashton didn’t stop jerking until he fell forward, shuddering, boneless like a puddle of goo.
He held Reona close, letting him unwind, instinctively slipping his hands inside his underwear to sit on his buttocks. Ashton loved the feel of Reona against him – lithe and soft like a girl, although not quite as flimsy – but couldn’t wait to feel inside him. He’d never even had this kind of sex before, but every cell in his body pressed him to be balls-deep buried inside him.
Ashton knew all about fingering, and he’d gone though the embarrassment of buying lube from the drugstore, afraid the store clerk would somehow read his mind and find out he was planning on fucking a guy, before he reasoned that he might as well be getting it for a girl. He’d read that anal sex was pretty hard on virgins, even with all the prepping, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt Reona – quite the opposite, actually – but he was about to lose it. He better let him put it in, or else.
He tentatively thrust into the loose grip of Reona’s hand, and felt it tighten around him, picking on where it’d left, and it was heaven again. Reona slipped away from his lap to fondle him from the side, using both hands this time, and when Ashton was just about suggest that today was good as any to get fucked, Reona suddenly bent down and licked the head of his cock, dipping his tongue on the slit.
His hips involuntarily jerked up and he came, groaning and spurting onto his face. Ashton felt like it lasted forever, as if he’d gotten caught in a loop of white tides. When he finally got around to opening his eyes and saw Reona’s baby face splashed with his spunk, he thought he wasn’t done coming after all.
“Uh, sorry,” He reached around for some Kleenex, handing him a handful. “I didn’t mean to—,” he started, nervously, “I wasn’t expecting you to—,”
“Uh, it’s okay,” Reona awkwardly wiped himself off. “I wasn’t thinking,”
“Can I, uh, get you anything? Like, to drink?”
“Uh, yeah. Please,”
Ashton cleaned himself up and left the room, shirtless, lost in thought as he strolled downstairs. How did Reona stir him up like that? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d climaxed without meaning to, or quite so hard, for that matter. Just what was Reona doing to him?
Ashley was putting around in the kitchen when he walked in, but he ignored her, making a beeline to the fridge.
“I’ve seen you enough in your birthday suit, no need to show off,” she commented.
“It’s hot in my room,” What? It was true. He sniffed himself. At least he didn’t smell like his room too.
“Hmm,” Ashley hummed, adding another layer to the towering sandwich she was making. Ashton honestly didn’t know how she managed to stuff her face like and still not get fat. “How’s Reo?” she asked, her eyes betraying her interest despite her blank tone.
“He’s fine,” he mumbled. His twin had been a little too interested in Reona lately, and it annoyed the hell out of him. Good thing he’s gay, he thought, smiling as poured himself some juice.
“So, what’s the story? He doesn’t look like the type you’d hang around with,”
“Not all my friends are jocks or cheerleaders,”
“Wake up, Ashton. All your friends are either jocks or cheerleaders,” Ashley corrected, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, tell me. What’s the thing with this guy?”
“There’s no thing,”
Ashley smiled knowingly. “You’re sweet on him,”
“You’re crazy,”
“Ash, please, my room’s right next to yours. So, how’s the sex?” she blurted out, wiggling her eyebrows.
Ashton spit a mouthful of juice onto the floor. Ashley only shot him a ‘you’re cleaning that up’ look.
How the hell did she know? The wall couldn’t possibly be that thin, and Reona was always too embarrassed to cry out loud. He wasn’t a screamer like Candy, who made sure the whole neighborhood knew they were having sex. Wait, if Ashley could even hear Reona, it meant she’d listened in all the times he’d had sex. That, or she could’ve simply eavesdropped these last few times. Neither of the options sounded particularly appeasing.
“Don’t sweat it, I bet I’m the only one who knows. Granny’s is half-deaf anyway,” Ashley chomped a bite off her sandwich. “So, you gonna come out or something?”
“I’m not gay,”
“Yeah, but last time I checked, Reo was a guy. Have you told anyone else?”
As if. “No,”
“So you’re dating in secret?”
“You could say that,” Ashton replied, evasively. He grabbed the juice bottle and a couple of glasses, and started walking away.
“Aren’t you gonna ask me to keep quiet about it? You’re no fun,”
“Just don’t tell Reona you know. He’ll feel uncomfortable,”
“Okay,” she conceded, smiling wickedly, “Anything for my little brother,”
“Put it on my tab,” Something told Ashton he’d spend a lifetime paying that off, but at least he was safe for now.
For now.
---
“… you heard? They say Ashton…”
“… gay? Seriously? That’s major….”
“… can you believe it? I mean…”
“… with who?”
“… senior from lit class…”
“…fag…”
“… friend with that four-eyes, you know?”
“… always thought they had something going on…”
“… caught making out in school…”
“…homo…”
“... that’s why he broke up with Candy…”
“… saw Ashton giving him a ride once…”
“…Reona. Yeah, that’s the name…”
This is not happening. This can’t be happening. Oh, shit.
Reona thought fast. He could still turn on his heels and go back to the safety of his home. Call in sick, if he had to. He could spare himself the humiliation for today. But what about Ashton? By now the jock should be driving to school already, so he couldn’t reach him on the phone. Reona didn’t have a cell phone himself, so he’d never asked for the jock’s number. Damn. Even if he managed to warn Ashton, the two of them missing school together would just confirm the rumors.
What should he do? School would be nothing short of hell while the rumor was fresh. It’d been bad enough when he was still invisible, but now that he was on the spotlight, slitting his wrists would probably be less bloody. He could already see them coming, the practical jokes, the nasty comments, the condemning thoughts. The looks of disgust. The hatred.
And what’s worse, Ashton would be going through the exact same. They wouldn’t let him off the hook just because he was the hockey team’s handsome ace – looks and abilities didn’t matter much if you fooled around with men. The jock didn’t know how it felt to get a coffee facial first thing in the morning or have his textbooks magically scribbled all with obscenities.
He wasn’t about to let Ashton go through it alone. Their relationship might not be official, but there’s no way he’d walk away on his boyfriend the moment things got rough. Reona might be gay, but he was a man, and was gonna take them on like one.
The jock rolled onto his back to look up at him, and smiled. Reona thought he might die from cardiac arrest one of these days. It just felt so surreal, being with Ashton. His first crush. His boyfriend. His. Being this happy must be illegal, he thought.
Ashton fisted a hand on his hair and pulled him down to meet his lips on a butterfly kiss. He licked them, as if tasting him, and pulled him closer, slipping his tongue inside. Reona kissed back for a while, but it wasn’t long until he got a cramp, so the jock shifted and pushed him down onto the cold, but still more comfortable title floor. He started kissing down his throat, and Reona encouraged him, running his hands up and down his back, and soon he had his shirt pulled up to his chin and his navel thoroughly ravished, with pinkish marks all over.
His inner clock told him their alone time was running out, so he nudged him, urging him to stop. “We need to get going, you know. Practice’s almost started,”
“In a minute,” Ashton mumbled, crawling back up to lick his ear.
He kissed the shell and nibbled on the rim, making him giggle, and when he flicked his tongue inside, Reona jolted, sinking his nails into the flesh of the jock’s his lower back. Reona was just about to grumble a half-assed complaint when he heard something that didn’t quite fit the picture. He pushed Ashton away from him, all his senses on edge.
“What’s the matter?”
“I think I heard something. Someone, actually,”
“I didn’t hear anything. This place’s off-limits anyway, no one comes around here,”
Reona just sat very still, considering the odds. He’d either imagined the voice or stumbled onto someone’s thoughts, but it’d been so sudden he weren’t even able to make out the words. His mind-reading powers had a short range, so whoever it was, had to be pretty close, no farther than the floor below. He knew some people used the emergency stairs on a regular basis, so that could be it. Shit, what if someone saw us? He couldn’t believe he’d let his guard down like that.
The jock put his arms around him, urging him to relax. “You’re just jumpy ‘cause we’re doing it in school,”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he conceded.
“Wanna pick up where we left after school? My place?”
“Sure,” It was all Ashton’s fault. Why did he have to be so goddamn distracting?
---
Ashton pulled him onto his lap without breaking the kiss, cupping the curve of his ass through the denim while his other hand hooked under the waistband of his underwear and yanked, releasing the bulge inside. He made a fist around it, feeling it throb and twitch against his palm, and slowly bobbed his hand up and down, teasing the underside of the wet, perky head with his thumb.
A couple of months ago, Ashton would’ve bashed whoever said he’d ever enjoy jerking off a dick that wasn’t his own, but that was before he had Reona’s cock on his hand, growing harder and wetter with every stroke, and Reona’s mouth on his, moaning his pleasure into their kiss. He sucked in a breath when Reona returned the favor, shoving a hand down his boxers and mimicking him.
Ashton was no blushing virgin. He’d lost count of the girls who’d done this for him, but couldn’t remember a time when it’d felt this goddamn good. Unlike girls, who dragged out the hand job forever, stroking him like his dick might break in half if they squeezed too hard, Reona yanked at his dick with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how it felt like, rubbing all the right places to bring him off.
Reona pulled away from him to breathe, hooking an arm on his neck for balance as he thrust into his fist, jerking him with the same desperation. Ashton knew he was about to come, so gripped him tighter and Reona stifled a moan, his body rippling with a spasm right before he came, splashing all over the flat of his belly. Ashton didn’t stop jerking until he fell forward, shuddering, boneless like a puddle of goo.
He held Reona close, letting him unwind, instinctively slipping his hands inside his underwear to sit on his buttocks. Ashton loved the feel of Reona against him – lithe and soft like a girl, although not quite as flimsy – but couldn’t wait to feel inside him. He’d never even had this kind of sex before, but every cell in his body pressed him to be balls-deep buried inside him.
Ashton knew all about fingering, and he’d gone though the embarrassment of buying lube from the drugstore, afraid the store clerk would somehow read his mind and find out he was planning on fucking a guy, before he reasoned that he might as well be getting it for a girl. He’d read that anal sex was pretty hard on virgins, even with all the prepping, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt Reona – quite the opposite, actually – but he was about to lose it. He better let him put it in, or else.
He tentatively thrust into the loose grip of Reona’s hand, and felt it tighten around him, picking on where it’d left, and it was heaven again. Reona slipped away from his lap to fondle him from the side, using both hands this time, and when Ashton was just about suggest that today was good as any to get fucked, Reona suddenly bent down and licked the head of his cock, dipping his tongue on the slit.
His hips involuntarily jerked up and he came, groaning and spurting onto his face. Ashton felt like it lasted forever, as if he’d gotten caught in a loop of white tides. When he finally got around to opening his eyes and saw Reona’s baby face splashed with his spunk, he thought he wasn’t done coming after all.
“Uh, sorry,” He reached around for some Kleenex, handing him a handful. “I didn’t mean to—,” he started, nervously, “I wasn’t expecting you to—,”
“Uh, it’s okay,” Reona awkwardly wiped himself off. “I wasn’t thinking,”
“Can I, uh, get you anything? Like, to drink?”
“Uh, yeah. Please,”
Ashton cleaned himself up and left the room, shirtless, lost in thought as he strolled downstairs. How did Reona stir him up like that? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d climaxed without meaning to, or quite so hard, for that matter. Just what was Reona doing to him?
Ashley was putting around in the kitchen when he walked in, but he ignored her, making a beeline to the fridge.
“I’ve seen you enough in your birthday suit, no need to show off,” she commented.
“It’s hot in my room,” What? It was true. He sniffed himself. At least he didn’t smell like his room too.
“Hmm,” Ashley hummed, adding another layer to the towering sandwich she was making. Ashton honestly didn’t know how she managed to stuff her face like and still not get fat. “How’s Reo?” she asked, her eyes betraying her interest despite her blank tone.
“He’s fine,” he mumbled. His twin had been a little too interested in Reona lately, and it annoyed the hell out of him. Good thing he’s gay, he thought, smiling as poured himself some juice.
“So, what’s the story? He doesn’t look like the type you’d hang around with,”
“Not all my friends are jocks or cheerleaders,”
“Wake up, Ashton. All your friends are either jocks or cheerleaders,” Ashley corrected, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, tell me. What’s the thing with this guy?”
“There’s no thing,”
Ashley smiled knowingly. “You’re sweet on him,”
“You’re crazy,”
“Ash, please, my room’s right next to yours. So, how’s the sex?” she blurted out, wiggling her eyebrows.
Ashton spit a mouthful of juice onto the floor. Ashley only shot him a ‘you’re cleaning that up’ look.
How the hell did she know? The wall couldn’t possibly be that thin, and Reona was always too embarrassed to cry out loud. He wasn’t a screamer like Candy, who made sure the whole neighborhood knew they were having sex. Wait, if Ashley could even hear Reona, it meant she’d listened in all the times he’d had sex. That, or she could’ve simply eavesdropped these last few times. Neither of the options sounded particularly appeasing.
“Don’t sweat it, I bet I’m the only one who knows. Granny’s is half-deaf anyway,” Ashley chomped a bite off her sandwich. “So, you gonna come out or something?”
“I’m not gay,”
“Yeah, but last time I checked, Reo was a guy. Have you told anyone else?”
As if. “No,”
“So you’re dating in secret?”
“You could say that,” Ashton replied, evasively. He grabbed the juice bottle and a couple of glasses, and started walking away.
“Aren’t you gonna ask me to keep quiet about it? You’re no fun,”
“Just don’t tell Reona you know. He’ll feel uncomfortable,”
“Okay,” she conceded, smiling wickedly, “Anything for my little brother,”
“Put it on my tab,” Something told Ashton he’d spend a lifetime paying that off, but at least he was safe for now.
For now.
---
“… you heard? They say Ashton…”
“… gay? Seriously? That’s major….”
“… can you believe it? I mean…”
“… with who?”
“… senior from lit class…”
“…fag…”
“… friend with that four-eyes, you know?”
“… always thought they had something going on…”
“… caught making out in school…”
“…homo…”
“... that’s why he broke up with Candy…”
“… saw Ashton giving him a ride once…”
“…Reona. Yeah, that’s the name…”
This is not happening. This can’t be happening. Oh, shit.
Reona thought fast. He could still turn on his heels and go back to the safety of his home. Call in sick, if he had to. He could spare himself the humiliation for today. But what about Ashton? By now the jock should be driving to school already, so he couldn’t reach him on the phone. Reona didn’t have a cell phone himself, so he’d never asked for the jock’s number. Damn. Even if he managed to warn Ashton, the two of them missing school together would just confirm the rumors.
What should he do? School would be nothing short of hell while the rumor was fresh. It’d been bad enough when he was still invisible, but now that he was on the spotlight, slitting his wrists would probably be less bloody. He could already see them coming, the practical jokes, the nasty comments, the condemning thoughts. The looks of disgust. The hatred.
And what’s worse, Ashton would be going through the exact same. They wouldn’t let him off the hook just because he was the hockey team’s handsome ace – looks and abilities didn’t matter much if you fooled around with men. The jock didn’t know how it felt to get a coffee facial first thing in the morning or have his textbooks magically scribbled all with obscenities.
He wasn’t about to let Ashton go through it alone. Their relationship might not be official, but there’s no way he’d walk away on his boyfriend the moment things got rough. Reona might be gay, but he was a man, and was gonna take them on like one.
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