Favor

I told her everything.

"Come here," Sasha said softly. I slumped on her leather couch. She held me close, running a hand through my hair. She wielded the silence, letting us bask in it. There was no one but her and me.

"Am I a terrible person?" I asked after a while. "Could anyone love me?"

"You are a mess," She said laughing. "But do you know what? I love you. I always have, and I always will." She paused. "Was Emily threatening you?"

I closed my eyes. "It seemed like it. I don't know for sure."

Sasha nodded. "I just want to know what breed of bitch we are dealing with."

"The sneaky, histrionic kind."

Sasha rubbed my shoulder. "People like her end up learning life lessons the hard way." Then she sighed. "You aren't weak."

I just looked at her.

"I wanted you to end up with Animal, you know. Back when I was dating him. I gravitate toward the gay ones—and I knew. I knew. What I didn't know is that he would be such an egomaniac. He owes you an apology, too. He's not just some innocent victim here. And I know you may not want to hear this right now—but you need to stop letting people push you around. If you don't stand up for yourself, they'll just use you until there is none of you left."

I shook my head and grinned. "I love you too, Sasha."

She laughed, then frowned. "I know this is random, but can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," I said.

"I am so sick of random guys asking me to prom! I don't like idiots. I like strong guys that have a soft side, not soft guys that have a boner in my side. Do you know what I mean? What I guess I am saying is, would you please go to prom with me? Just as friends of course."

"Of course, Sasha," I said.

"Great," she said. "Oh, and my dress is pink."

"You are making me wear a pink vest?" I asked softly.

"It'll be fun. If you want, I'll make you a vest out of my fluffy earmuff headphones."

I bit my lip.

"That reminds me, we should go to the gym."

She pulled me off the couch, the leather sticking to our skin. My eyes lingered on the couch for a second, but Sasha's grip pulled me away.

It was the next day at school.

Sasha face reddened as she stuffed a note into her binder.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just nothing," she growled.

"Let me see," I said, grabbing the note.

I started whispering the contents.

Dearest Sasha,

I would like to congratulate you on your prom nomination! And don't think you can't win—even bullfrogs sometimes find mates, you know? This should be fun! I'll get all the normal people votes, and you will get the loser votes. Prom queen is totally up for grabs!

Which reminds me, I think it is very brave that you are taking Jeremy to prom at your own expense. How wonderful that you still think he might become a respectable straight boy! I know everyone thinks he is a faggot and a whore, but even Jesus was nice to the lepers and the Jews, right? At least until they begged the Romans to burn him at the stake like a bunch of traitor bitches, I guess. But I am sure Jeremy's not like that. Anymore. Anyway, I'd like you to know that I totally disagree with all of the people that say that only lesbian freaks graduate early.

Heart, Emily

"Well isn't that sweet?" I said softly. "I'd like you to know that my leprosy is almost never contagious. Anymore."

"Psh, leprosy is nothing," Sasha said. "I've had Ebola."

When the class ended, I knew what I had to do. I had to face Steven. I had to stand up to him. I walked the zig-zagging halls. Past the band room, past the Ear room, until I was right next to the weight room door. I hesitated as I approached the handle.

There were voices coming from inside.

"Just be fucking honest," someone said in a rising whisper. "Why were you so interested in getting Jeremy to suck you off?" I knew that voice. My hairs curled listening to it.

"It was because he is the only jock willing to admit he is gay," Steven said. "I figured a jock admitting he likes dick—is just plain asking for it."

"No, that's not it. I can see it all over your face. You went out of your way to get Jeremy. You were the one asking for it. No—Jeremy doesn't turn you on because you wish you could have him—Jeremy turns you on because you wish you could be him. You are such a whore."

"No that's not it man," Steven said.

"Do you have any idea what Jeremy and I had together? Now you ruined it, you fucking ruined it!"

I looked through the glass in the door and reeled. There he stood, shirtless and tense, his blue eyes blazing, his dirty-blond hair waving. His sweaty body glimmered and flushed as he flexed. His bicep curled; his strong hand gripped Steven's shoulder. Steven was hunching slightly on the bench, biting his lip. "Man—I don't know what to say."

Animal scowled. "How about you admit you are a horny homo bitch!"

"You don't understand. Emily--"

"Emily! How did you get her to tell you in the first place? You sure are fast at picking up gossip about `fags', aren't you? You ever wonder why you find them so stimulating?"

"No, man, that aint it!" Steven screamed. "Keep this up; I'm going to beat the shit out of you!"

"I bet you are just looking for another excuse to touch a guy, you dumb-ass bitch."

They started to fight. I wanted to watch, but I didn't want to get caught.

One of the walls was actually a one-way mirror that coaches use to oversee students—I could spy on them from behind it. If I could find a way in.

It was surprisingly easy to find the room; the door was already open.

Because there was already someone there.

A gruff voice caught me. "Go away, Jeremy."

I spun to leave, hesitated, and then, against my better judgment, followed the voice. I shut the door. "How do you know my name?"

He laughed. "The janitor always knows everything about the school they run." He cleared his throat. "It could have something to do with me watching Steven `work out'. Little did I know what kind of shows he would put on for me."

"You're a creep," I said.

"Yes," he said throatily. "But without my janitor keys, we would never be able to watch this Animal character duke it out with sexy Steve. And if you thought being a creep was so bad, then what are you doing here?"

"I—I don't know anymore."

"Then leave."

I shook my head. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you here with them."

The janitor giggled. "Or maybe you just want to find out what happens next," he said.

"A little," I admitted. "Can they hear us?"

"No," the janitor said. "But we can hear them. If you shut up."

Animal laughed from inside the weight room. "God, no wonder you get sacked so easily—you barely put up a fight."

They wrestled on the mat. Or at least, they had been wrestling. Sweat was dripping from Animal's bulging pecs onto Steven's tanned back. Animal's kneecaps dug into the back of Steven's thighs, pinning him onto his stomach. One hand pushed Steven's head into the mat while the other one explored.

"I've been receiving your passes all year long. Whether on the football field or in the shower, you always had an eye out for me, didn't you? I think it's about time you were on the receiving end for a change, don't you?"

"Noo," Steven said, his voice muffled by the sticky mat.

Animal's roaming hand dug between the mat and Steven's sweaty abs before groping him. "Already hard," Animal said, rubbing slowly.

"Animal—please don't tell anyone." Steven muttered.

"Don't tell anyone what?" Animal asked.

"That you fucked me," Steven whispered.

"Is that what is going to happen here?" Animal asked.

Steven smiled and started pumping his ass at Animal's face. "I'm a horny homo bitch, Animal. Now, please fuck me before I change my mind."

"You manipulative whore," Animal snarled, tearing down Steven's stretchy work-out pants. His buff round ass was bouncing slowly up and down.

Animal opened his mouth and I felt hot anger rush to my face. "No," I whispered. There was the sound of a zipper running. The janitor pulled out his cock.

He sighed, pulling on his balls. "Cmon, Jeremy, jerk off with me."

Animal spat into Steven's waiting ass. I felt relief flood through me. It was silly, really. But I felt like Animal couldn't rim anyone but me. As though it would have been some crime against nature. I shook my head at my own stupidity. Animal could do whatever he wanted. We were done.

Animal slithered out of his pants and boxers, his red cock snapping against his chest and spewing precum around.

Steven groaned, pushing his ass toward Animal's hard cock, and pulling his own ass cheeks apart.

"Damn, you stupid slut," Animal said, and he slammed inside. Oh god; I wish it was me. My dickhead had wormed its way out of my pants and was pushing against my belly. I pushed my pants down a little to set it free.

"That's right, Jeremy," the creepy janitor whispered. I told him to shut up.

Animal fucked furiously while Steven moaned. Animal moved in a dance. The sweat clung to his hard muscles as he pulled up, flexing, breathing deep. Then he slammed in, his abs slapping against Steven's straining ass.

"You like fucking a buff muscle stud, don't you, man?" Steven asked.

"Shut up bitch," Animal said, closing his eyes.

"I'm your bitch now," Steven whimpered. "Fuck your bitch."

Animal started fucking really hard. I realized I was rubbing myself without thinking. Animal drilled Steven's ass, his body smacking into it, the mat dragging back and forth across the floor with each brutal, rushing slam. Steven pushed his ass back into Animal's sweaty balls and moaned.

"Oh-oh! Animal. I've wanted this for so long."

"I bet you have," Animal grumbled.

He continued to pound Steven's muscular ass; Steven pushed it high into the air to increase Animal's access to the gulping hole. Animal's cock burrowed deep inside, over and over, his abs slapping loudly against Steven's flexing mounds. Steven was moaning loudly, kneading his own ass in slow circles, causing his hole to wink around Animal's cock. Animal was fucking with wrath, one hand pinning Steven's head sideways to the mat, the other hand holding Steven's waist in place so that he couldn't escape.

Not that it was necessary.

"Oh god," Steven whispered. "Oh my fucking god."

Animal inhaled. "I can't believe there's been a submissive cunt eager to please me on my team for the last three years."

"Oh, yeah, Animal. Rape your eager cunt."

Animal snarled and plunged his cock in.

"Aaargh!" Steven yelled. "That's so good. Oh my god!"

"I know," Animal muttered.

"Please--Fuck me. FUCK ME! Harder! HARDER! God yes! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!! AAAHHH!" Steven's breathing was shallow and scratchy. "I'm--coming," he whimpered.

I saw his ass clench around Animal's cock.

"Yeah, that's right. Worship my load you fucking bitch."

Steven moaned.

Soon Animal was groaning, his face contorting into that face I loved—into his orgasm face. For the first time, it made me sad.

I wanted him so much.

Steven exhaled. "See, Animal? I'm just a hot version of your old bitch Jeremy."

Animal shook his head. "Actually, you are a dumb substitute for my old bitch Jeremy."

"Cmon. That kid has nothing on me," Steven said.

"He is brave enough to admit he os gay. He doesn't lie or manipulate to get what he wants. He's playful, sweet, and funny. There is spark to him—one that I've never seen in anyone before."

"But he cheated on you," Steven said. "He destroyed it."

"You destroyed it!" Animal said, his face narrowing.

"I only showed you what Jeremy was—a disloyal cum dump. I—I would never cheat on you, Animal. I've been here all along. Jeremy doesn't know anything about you!"

"Then I'll teach him!" Animal roared.

"How can you confide in someone you can't even trust?"

"I don't know," Animal asked. "I think I'll go ask Emily." Animal turned to leave.

"You'll be back!" Steven screamed. He threw the bench over as Animal stormed out. He rummaged through his backpack to look for something to clean up the mess. "My algebra teacher is going to think I am so weird," he muttered.

My attention returned to my high-strung body. I was still hard; adrenaline swimming through me. I glanced toward the janitor, but he wasn't there.

He had crawled between my legs. "I thought you might want a happy ending."

Before I could react, he slurped my dick into his mouth. "Shit!" I yelled; but I had lost it, I came four thick ropes into his wet, swirling mouth.

I shoved him off. "Delicious," he whispered. "Care to return the favor?"

My eyes narrowed, my lips quivered as I settled on an answer.

"No."

"Cmon, you did it for those two! I just want to know what they are fighting for. Please?"

I looked at him for a while. Then I pulled up my pants and ran.

So far, most people want me to pair Jeremy permanently with the creepy janitor. Guess I'll go with that unless I hear otherwise. Peace. Email: krazytop@gmail.com.