Disclaimer: The following standalone story takes place a year after the events in the film/novel and does not imply anything about the true sexualities of the actors portraying Conor O'Malley (Lewis MacDougall) and Harry (James Melville). The novel, screenplay for the 2016 film version, and the characters are property of author Patrick Ness. If it is not permitted to read homoerotic fiction where you are, stop now. Thank you.
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Conor's Watchful Shadow © James Jenkins 2023
Damn it-late once again.
Bugger. It had been like this every day ever since his mother passed away last year and he went to live with his grandmother. The bell for the third hour rang on time, school let out for the day and Conor O'Malley had to walk the eleven-minute path home. Grandma had promised to pick him up, but it wasn't a big deal, it's just how they've adjusted to life after having to learn how to let go, yet still growing to know each other.
Grandma was always a conundrum though, to his mother during her cancer battle, Conor, hell even his estranged dad, that's why he still kept to the margins but still had his arms open to his son. Undoubtedly, she was giving one of her many high-society connections flattering attention...again. It didn't matter to him though; walking had always been a means of therapy for him, and the 13-year-old aspiring artist got to be with his thoughts, even though the Monster had ceased being the wise but meddlesome sage it used to be.
Last year people didn't appear to notice him, neither did they notice when his scrawny body started to change. Conor had always been on the small side, only growing to a height of 5'1, and weighing in at a common 75lbs. His skin was so pale, it looked almost like marble, and he dressed almost like a real "Harry Potter" when he wasn't in his school uniform.
When the new semester at Secondary School started again, his body changed along with his life. His chest became more defined, his butt had grown pert, and rounder. The most notable surprise was how large his cock got, spanning into an impressive, long piece of meat, fuck. Yet Conor hid that fact over his body, he didn't want to be fondled over or targeted because of it. His forest green sympathetic eyes and enigmatic character already seemed to garner enough attention-though sometimes unwelcome.
The raven-haired teen started down the path leading from the football field. Keeping his gaze forward, barely acknowledging his fellow classmates, passing him by. Following his mum's diagnosis, he'd always been known for being kind of...standoffish. So, Conor kept to himself most of the time. His iPod being his primary solace including his sketch books that he always kept close to hand when inspiration struck him.
God how I wish that my sketches could come to life.... Conor hid his innermost dreams and private passions in them, how fervently he wanted to be loved by these seemingly terrible characters struggling with their own demons, outcasts among their peers and, holding those villainous princes by their shirt collars, making love to them with their presence lingering deep into the night.
Today had become increasingly chilly, almost freezing so Conor decided to take a detour through the park, with the large plane trees seemingly waving as he passed by.
The fantastical characters he sketched still mentally tormented him as Conor walked on, and he could feel himself growing aroused. He grasped at the strap of his schoolbag against his right shoulder, trying to stay sane while resisting the urge to touch himself without anyone noticing. He turned down a pathway that had the largest trees in the park. It was almost completely bare of life except for some ducks swimming in the nearby pond.
Desperate for some release Conor sat down on a bench behind some heavy bushes, pulled out his sketchbook, and set it down to his left. Damn those characters he recently drew were so menacing looking yet attractive...he spread his legs and began to rub himself through his black pants, using his palm to slowly caress his erection. It had been a while since he'd last rubbed one out and fuck it felt awesome. The restless boy pressed his fingers into the center of his crotch and stroked it harder, his cock growing warmer.
Biting into his lower lip, Conor slipped his hand into his briefs, touching his sweaty member slowly, reveling in his fingers clutching round it. Conor rarely ever inserted any of his fingers inside himself, his ass still pristine from another's touch other than his own. Enclosing his fist round his shaft, Conor let out a soft grown, closed his eyes, and began to jack himself off with abandon.
The boy slid his hand up his crotch, fondling his prick. The head was warm and sensitive, and Conor squeezed on it pleased. Suddenly he opened his eyes and stopped. Looking over the bush was the boy who sat a few rows ahead of him in math class. It was the former bane of his existence, Harry. Golden Boy Harry had caught his favorite target with his trousers down.
Gasping, Conor became flushed and just stared at the unexpected voyeur, he didn't know if he should jump up or...what the hell could he do?
"Shit-I... I um..." the tongue-tied boy gulped. Mortified, Conor unnervingly shot up, and tried to fix his school clothes.
The blonde semi-long haired 14-year-old just stared at him, not mockingly nor with revulsion but with...something more intrigued. Harry had never looked at the mystery boy that way before. The only time he had ever spoken to him was when he and his cronies, Sully, and Anton, wanted to have fun with him if not taunt him over his troublesome circumstances.
"Wait...I was only... checking you out" the amber-eyed teen said awestruck. " I saw you walking this way...I just...always thought you were fine O'Malley...please go on..."
The usually self-righteous handsome boy shoved the bush aside and walked towards Conor, not with ill intent but as if he was trying to prove he was a changed man. The long-faced teen touched Conor's right arm and stunned face; the young artist froze.
Harry's hand was so warm against his cool skin, so bold and tender. He moved closer upon his prey, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist, and gazing hypnotically into his classmate's eyes.
"No lie O'Malley-I've always thought you were a cute bloke...please...let me help you there..." With that his hand trailed down around Conor's groin and he squeezed it gently. Before Conor could give a rebuttal, his gorgeous lips were pressed around those of his crush, longingly devouring them.
Conor melted in his frenemy's arms, succumbing to the kiss. Harry's tongue brushed along the starstruck boy's lower lip and soon Conor was experiencing his very first French kiss. God, his spit, and breath tasted so heavenly, and the loner lad's pleasured senses had been bolstered.
Brazenly Harry fondled his crushes' crotch, squeezing it in turn, doing the same to his balls and tugging on them just enough to make the kid snicker. Conor trembled with each pull, feeling more enlivened by the kiss. In need of air, Conor pulled away and looked at him, touching his face now.
Harry's face was so entrancing up close. The shape of his lips so alluring and his nose so long yet good looking. Conor had never thought of this until now after every time Harry spent bullying him (though he didn't regret the fateful day he broke it however).
In a beat Conor pressed up against him. Harry's swelling cock was bulging on his left leg. On impulse Harry squeezed his ass, pressing Conor harder into his noticeably restless cock.
Hinting at this, Conor grabbed his heated bulge and rubbed it. Harry was just as taken aback as the object of his affection was. The popular boy let out a soft moan as Conor stroked him through his trousers.
The burning feeling of his cock sent torrents spiraling down the boy's spine and Conor suddenly became insatiable for more. Quickly he undid his admirer's trousers and caressed him quickly through his blue boxers. Harry smiled down at Connor then freed his cock from its cotton refuge. Conor blushed as he saw it jut out into view.
While he knew Harry was praised in many areas, Conor never thought Harry would be so...Huge... he had only seen cocks like his in classical artwork or X-rated movies he secretly watched at night, and never expected to see one this close. He craved it. Fuck, he wanted it despite all the sneering prick did to him under a disdainful guise. Falling to his knees, he took it in his hands and licked the pink head. Harry gasped as his heart stopped and looked at the boy whose silent suffering initially attracted him with wide eyes before stroking that sweet short black hair.
Conor continued to lap at the head, his former tormentor's cock now concrete hard. He rested the tip in his mouth and sucked on it, swirling his tongue as Conor drew it deeper into my mouth. Harry's right hand tightened its grip around that lovely onyx hair and soon he was thrusting into that desirable mouth slowly with thankful satisfaction.
Harry's moans became animalistic, and he tugged at Conor's hair mildly harshly, causing the boy to stand. Harry began to undress him, yanking off the perturbed boy's dress shirt and pressing his lips together like a pufferfish to kiss them. Conor moaned at his ministrations, and the Captivating Devil pulled down his trousers. The young artist was soon naked and so was the one person who had been his nemesis and partial salvation.
Swiftly Harry grabbed him, pressing his crushes' nude body against his own, he brought Conor down to the grassy ground with him. Harry hovered above him like an eagle watching a hare and kissed the boy's bare neck, biting it and tugging at the exposed skin. His hands coursed over the irresistible young masochist possessively, grasping and squeezing at any part he wanted.
Conor continued to stroke his throbbing cock. They were playing with each other, licking, nipping at, tickling, and caressing. Harry's cock was musky and warm as Conor's ass ached for something, any presence to break his sanctity.
The usually snobbish twat's hands traveled lower and calculating, when Conor thought, he was going to fondle him too, Harry's hands swept past down to his legs and knees. He grabbed both and pushed the boy's skinny knees to his chest with one fast move. Connor was pinned down like a yew on an altar. Smirkingly Harry plugged his tongue into the winsome barely parted mouth and crushed the younger's body.
Loving the dominant stance, Harry repositioned himself over Conor and smiled, keeping him pinned down as Christ on the cross.
"What a fine little ass you've there Conor, how about we pry it open, eh?"
Conor's eyes grew wide, surprised to hear his first name used for once while suddenly realizing what he had committed himself to. Despite his futile squirming and kicks Harry pressed his cock against Conor's anus, stopping where his rosebud laid. After a couple nudging strikes, he pushed in hard, and the helpless boy yelped, breaking though into him, as he hoped.
Immediately following entry, Conor tried to scream but Harry's hand pressed against the pained face. He thrust into the searing virgin bleeding hole, sending shocks of hurtful adrenaline towards Conor's brain. The pain began to subside and soon Conor could feel his tormentor stretching him open, slowly plunging his hardened blade within the horny lad. Drawing their mouths together again, Harry bucked harder in speed, causing his crush to moan with zeal. Like an atomic bomb Conor's body was reaching its cataclysmic boiling point, he was nearing his explosion.
Wincing Conor came, squeezing Harry's cock in delicious throes. The boy had never orgasmed that hard before when intimate thoughts of Harry first entered his nighttime dreams. His body quivered and the boy was bathed in his former bully's cock in his pearly white juices.
Harry quickly pulled out and shot five streams of his cum all over Conor's stomach and two more hot loads. One fell upon the right side of his face while the other landed on his neck. The taller collapsed on top of Conor, kissing him wholeheartedly.
"Thanks Conor..." Harry whispered into his left ear. "Be sure to come back tomorrow or we can go to my house, I'll have a special surprise for you." Coolly he stood up and smiled, offering his hand. Gratefully yet cautiously, Conor took it and stood, looking over the bushes, relieved they were still alone. Harry kissed his right cheek, re-dressed then dashed off back up the path as it was getting late anyway.
Conor looked at his deflowered body. God, how he loved the overpowering warmth stirring in it. Using a handkerchief grandma had given him as a birthday gift, Conor hastily cleaned himself up, got his clothes in order then resumed his walk home.
Today had been the most thrilling and emotionally upending day of his life following the Monster's visit. Conor couldn't refrain from smiling to himself as he felt impatient waiting for tomorrow-along with the new prospects it would bring.