Oh Wait Im Straight

OH WAIT...I'M STRAIGHT! CHAPTER FOUR

"CAMERON JONATHAN PARKER!"

Oh shit.

The times where his father's voice suddenly utters his full name instead of his by now infamous nickname, then he knew from more than enough experience, that he was in for a right good old mess that same afternoon.

CJ sighed and looked over at his mother Catherine, who simply shrugged her shoulders and looked quite as baffled as her son was at that moment and time. Only CJ knew what had his father so God damn angry, and it totally wasn't the result of the weekend football scores.

Byron Parker Esquire, stormed into the sitting room of his family home, and literally TOSSED his briefcase over towards the nearest couch, before he was face to face with his only son within a mere few seconds, his hair falling across his forehead, his mouth dry and heaving from the energy that it must have taken to rush all the way here from his job, to where he stared at CJ in complete and utter confusion and sheer disbelief.

"WHAT...THE HELL...DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

CJ stood up and walked over to cooly, and calmly, towards the little craft of alcohol that his father had installed a little over a year ago, and carefully poured his dad a glass of Whiskey, just as he seemed to always like it, and proceeded to hand it over towards him, before the older man scoffed and literally HIT the glass out of his son's hands, with the expensive brown liquid falling down everywhere that you cared to even look, staining the carpet with every spill of their rich, earthy goodness, the glass itself, of course shattering into a million little pieces, before Byron grabbed his son's arm and yanked the boy over towards him, so that they were eyeball to eyeball in this very equation.

"I have to be at several meetings this afternoon to get Frank Lavery into running to become the God damn president of this country and you...YOU actually DARED to attack his son? The same Garrett Lavery that you have been friends with ever since you two were a mere six years old? What the fucking hell were you thinking? You might had JUST cost me my fucking JOB! Do you even realize that, or are you THAT much of a pretty boy that all your brains are located in your underwear?"

CJ actually flinched. His father had NEVER before spoken to him like this.

Catherine Parker hissed quietly at her husband as the scathing words left his mouth one, by one, but the man literally seemed too unhinged to care. He stared at his son as if he wanted answers and he fucking wanted them NOW. CJ swallowed, and shook his head, lifting up both of his hands in actual mock protest...he desperately wanted nothing else right now then to get the hell out of here and perhaps, if it was possible, spend even more time with Mateo...because after what had happened at the soccer regionals at the weekend...he knew that it was impossible to get the boy out of his mind.

That tended to happen even more so, when you actually went as far as to play a song on a guitar for said boy and that you were staring to feel more...much more than just plain, common friendship towards him.

"ARE YOU DEAF AND STUPID? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" the verbal abuse continued, until CJ literally couldn't stand it anymore and walked over to where his father was still standing.

"Dad...I mean, yeah, I punched the living daylights out of him and..."

"WHY, CJ? WHY? Did you even remember that I work for his father? Did you ever think of THAT when you laid your hands on him?"

CJ scoffed and had to stop himself from nearly spitting his DNA content on the already stained living room carpet at the hearing of those words.

"Dad, you realize that Garrett has been nothing but a fucking Nazi ever since his dad became the mayor? Do you have any idea how much he hates the students attending there, who aren't white? He doesn't even SEE them as Americans, and he goes out of his way to make their lives HELL!?"

Byron focused his eyes on his son, and smirked, all the while, crossing his arms before him as he did so.

"And what...the hell...is wrong with ANY of that?" he whispered so softly, that CJ literally had to reach his ears in trying to hear him.

"Byron..." Catherine dared to even say, before she was instantly silenced by the raising of her husband's right hand.

"You will go over to the Lavery home right this instant and you WILL apologize to Garrett Lavery as well as his father! You WILL fix this shit that YOU created!"

CJ pulled a face as if he had just been told that Lana Del Rey was a lesbian.

"The hell I will! Dad, I can't believe you're taking his side in all of this!"

"THAT...that man is my boss! He might be the God damn president of the United States by this time next year, so I suggest you do as you are told!"

CJ shook his head and turned away from his dad in sheer defiance and refusal.

"Dad, I love you, okay? And I sure respect the hell outta you, but you can't tell me to do this. I can't to apologize to people who think that just because you have a different skin colour than me, that you aren't fucking even worth my time! I can't do that! One of my best...closest friends there is a Latino dude, and if you only knew about the shit that Garrett is saying..."

For a moment, Byron Parker seemed as if he might, quite literally, be having some sort of stroke, as he once again, interrupted his frantic offspring...

"SO WHAT? THEY DO DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT THEY ARE GETTING! Look at your own mother! Did you forget that she was RETRENCHED from her job, only so that a young, BLACK girl could take over from her! Someone who has NO IDEA what they are doing, but because people are so FUCKING WOKE these days, that shit is allowed to happen?! Look, your mom and I are going to a dinner party hosted by the Senator tonight, and the Lavery's will be there. I'll try to explain that you weren't feeling yourself, or that you and Garrett just had a misunderstanding..."

CJ balled his fists and groaned as he slammed the living room wall in total and utter anger, so much so, that his knuckles on his right hand was now bleeding out as was the sheer velocity of force that he had used, but in his current morbid state, that didn't even seem to phase him in the slightest...he as was angry as he had ever been and it literally felt that he could do the same to his father...than he did to Garrett at the weekend.

He was that...incensed.

Because all that he could see before him, as his father kept on rambling and spitting his Republican bile, was the face of Mateo Gonzalez. The boy that he knew...he knew that something was happening between them that he was scared to death to fucking admit...he already thought of him every living breathing moment...and after what happened at the weekend between them, he was sure that it had evolved into a thousand times before flammable than before...

...which is why he would KEEP fighting. Keep fucking trying to make his father LISTEN to reason...even if he was hurt in the process.

If no one and no body wanted to fight for Mateo and all the rest of the non-white kids at the school, he would fucking do it, even if it costed him EVERYHTING that he held dear. His social status...his popularity...the fact that he was SOMEONE at school who kids actually looked UP to and wanted to be like. He would lose all of that and more in a fucking heartbeat, he felt, if he could protect Mateo against the total and utter insanity that was happening in this town, and some parts of the country right now.

"Dad, feel free to do what you want, okay? I am SO not gonna say sorry over something that I would NEVER have done if I wasn't provoked! Garrett actually tossed two glasses of beer all over Mateo Gonzalez at school and someone had to fucking say something..."

Byron's eyes froze at the sound of Mateo's name...and he turned around to look at his wife, seemingly to ask if she had heard their son correctly, before he turned back towards CJ, and let out a raw choking sound from the back of his throat, as if he tried to make sense in his head, before he actually attempted to say anything in that regard.

"You...let me get this straight...you, CJ Parker...you actually STOOD up for a Latino boy? One of those illegal immigrants? You chose HIS side, over that of your life-long best friend?" he finally managed to utter out loud.

"Hell yeah, because my supposed life-long best friend was acting like a fucking jerk! He has been a fucking jerk for months, that's what I'm trying to tell you! Dad, why are you even working on this election campaign? Have you even seen the Democratic candidate they've chosen to run against Frank Lavery? I'm fucking sure Chloe Harrison would do a much better job than that bald FRAUD could EVER hope to do!"

Catherine gently placed her arm on her husband's arm, in perhaps keep him from actually murdering their only child, which seemed to calm the older man down somewhat, before he took a deep breath and steadied himself, standing up from the couch and slowly kissing his wife on her cheek, before shooting murderous daggers over at CJ.

"I can't...I can't even look at you properly...you're not my fucking child...I swear to God..." he murmured, and finally sighed, walking away towards their bedroom and slamming the door behind him as hard as he could.

"Mom...please, not you too..." CJ pleaded as she too, shook her head and walked after Byron to their room, probably to get ready for the mayoral do that they were heading towards tonight...in a sign of total and utter solidarity to her husband, leaving CJ Parker feeling like a literal orphan at that moment and time.

Rejected by both his parents in favour for what they believed in...OH MY GOD. What the hell was happening to his world?

Sitting down, grabbing his phone, and angrily forcing himself to NOT cry over all of this, even though he was just a mere sixteen year old boy at heart, and after what had just occurred, bawling his eyes out would have been totally understandable, but no...he would NOT give his DICK father that satisfaction!

They were heading out tonight, which meant he had the house to himself. His heart fluttered a million fucking miles a minute as he entered WhatsApp and scrolled down to where he had last sent a message to Mateo.

"Dude, are you free tonight?" he typed, quick as lightening, before he pressed send.

Come on...hurry up...Just...just fucking text me back!

After two or so minutes, the two infamous blue ticks appeared next to his sent message and a shred of relief seemed to pass right through him as he saw that Mateo was finally responding, his message coming through within mere seconds.

"I'm always fucking free, I literally have no life. Why?"

CJ smiled.

If that was anyone else...Jesus Christ, he would have thought this message was sent by the biggest fucking loser alive...but it was Mateo.

The handsome...sexy...gorgeous Latino boy with a heart of gold...who he had literally serenated just a few days ago at the regionals. The boy who lived rent-free in his thoughts. In his body...in his soul...in his dreams. He had lambasted himself at the beginning of all of this...when he had gotten so unbelievably drunk on his sixteenth birthday party, which had kick-started ALL of this.

Him kissing Mateo...him giving Mateo his first ever blowjob...inadvertently outing himself to the only person he had ever done so with.

But if he thought Mateo would judge him for it...make his life hell...or just do what literally ANY person at school would have done if they had realized CJ Parker was in fact as gay as a bloody Pride parade...

...he accepted him.

He...he cared for him.

He kissed him...and CJ was powerless to explain just how ALL of that made him feel. Especially because what started as a casual hookup was now a full blaze inferno, at least for him...on his side of the fence. He had no idea how Mateo felt about him, as a person, as a boy...

Mateo had been straight all his life, before all of this. He wanted to reply to the boy's message, but as he always did, whenever THESE thoughts appeared in his mind, he hesitated.

What if he took it way too far one day?

What if, kisses and cuddles was all that Mateo was able to give him? What if...and that was a BIG possibility...he already couldn't stop thinking of the handsome Hispanic dude...what if things got too hectic...for himself, and Mateo would one day tell him that he had enough...that he was into girls...or that he had simply been experimenting with CJ, and he had tried it, but that he actually preferred girls?

Jesus.

CJ forced himself to focus...the muffled voices of his parents in their bedroom now drifting through towards him...probably in the middle of another fucking argument, before he typed his response to Mateo.

"I'm home alone tonight. Be here at 6. Don't fucking keep me waiting. I need you."

He tossed his phone next to him and placed his arms over his eyes. He knew Mateo would come...he didn't need any conformation.

Mateo.

His heart ticked faster.

His chest felt as warm as it always did whenever he thought of the boy.

Fuck.

He was in way too fucking deep.

There was no way...that all of this couldn't possibly end well.

Could it?

**

Ten past six.

CJ honestly felt like was going insane.

They only had like three hours or so...his folks never tended to stay long at these elaborate things.

Fucking hell, where the hell was he?

He nearly broke a leg in getting to the front door when the bell finally rang, indicating that Mateo had arrived. He swore to God, if this was another Jehovah's Witness instead of the boy he so desperately needed to see...to hold...to just BE with after the sheer hell of a afternoon that he was forced to endure...

But there he was. Mateo. HIS...Mateo.

Hands dug deep in the pockets of his jeans, wearing a blue shirt as well a black jacket around his slender shoulders and narrow waist. His jet-black hair seemed as if it had just been washed, before he had even come around here, still half wet, still half flapping around in the gentle breeze of the late afternoon, early evening sunset. The smile around the corners of his mouth twinged as he too, laid his eyes on CJ, and the latter could swear that his dick went from flaccid to rock-hard in literal seconds.

"Get the hell in here..." he whispered, grabbing Mateo by his shirt, and literally pulling the dude inside with him, shutting the door behind him, turning around and staring at the handsome Latino boy before him with nothing but sheer lust in his eyes, his hormone-crazed teenage body cooking with pent-up tension and the need for some sort of relief. In whatever shape or form.

Before poor Mateo knew what had actually hit him, he was pushed against the freshly painted wall of the Parker corridor, with CJ unable to wait any longer, before he crashed his lips onto that of Mateo as quick as he could. The latter boy knew CJ by how...how he needed to unload after a long ass day, and didn't surrender by any means, but instead, he gave back as good as he got, with both sets of lips and tongues going at it, like strippers on a pole. Searching for, and finding it's mate, sucking each other's faces off, would be a way more accurate description.

CJ reached up and placed both of his hands on Mateo's face, the latter groaning out his approval, just glad to have some part of CJ touch him, his skin feeling like a raging fury burning up his entire soul, ever since the first night that the sexy popular white boy had dared to even touch his nerdy ass. The power of the kiss sky-rocketed through the boys until CJ pulled away, and his breath quickened as he dared to look into Mateo's eyes...

...always understanding, always there if he needed to talk...always in willing need to help.

Always in his fucking dreams and thoughts as if he had fucking brought the place.

"Something happened, didn't it?" Mateo whispered and leaned in to kiss CJ once more, with the latter more than responding, before he shuddered, as he quite clearly FELT that Mateo Gonzalez was just as HARD as he was down there. All of that, from just making out. Jesus.

"Upstairs, now..." he ordered, a smile wreaking across his face, until he grabbed Mateo's hand and pulled him alongside, all the way upwards to his bedroom, the very place and spot where they had done this, for the first and still, only time. Not even caring about if anyone from outside could possibly be seeing what they were doing, not even bothering to close the bedroom door, CJ literally pushed Mateo onto his bed, before hastily getting on top of the equally horny ass boy, before he kissed him once more, his lips digging graves into the mouth of the boy that he couldn't...wouldn't stop thinking about.

Mateo winced as CJ leaned down and planted his lips onto his collarbone, marking him as his own to an extent, kissing lovingly all the way down to his slender neck, his own unique way of saying...I missed you...into the crook of the boy's hollow region. He felt like there was no where his lips wouldn't have left some sort of mark...some sort of saliva or DNA of himself, as he kissed his way upwards and back towards Mateo's lips, thundering another sort of landmark between them...this time, no one was drunk...no one was protesting...no one were there to actually walk in on them.

Not this time.

"Make it go away...make it all go away..." he whispered to Mateo, at last, as he removed his lips from the Hispanic boy's face, before the latter took his face in both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the skin of the boy that he was so in love with. Of course...he had uttered it at the weekend, did Mateo. He told CJ Parker, that he was in love with him...he just...he JUST SAID IT...because he couldn't help but...he MEANT EVERY WORD!

Thank God, CJ was failing Spanish...and that he had said "te amo" instead of "I love you" which he wasn't totally sure how that would have done down with the immensely popular dude...

Once more CJ realized just how Mateo was looking at him...and how much he needed Mateo in his life. His heart was THUMPING by now...his breath was coming out in heaps and spades...as he noticed once more Mateo's lips coming closer...kissing him until he was actually seeing stars...before he pulled him towards him, in a hug, as CJ sighed and laid his head on Mateo's slender chest. He smiled as he too, felt the Latino boy's heart hitting his rib cage as fast as a garden mouse, before he reached out and placed both his arms around Mateo's person, holding him to him, like he was the most precious thing on this earth.

"I know something happened, dude, because this totally isn't you...don't get me wrong, I don't mind you going all dominant on my ass, its just...I can feel something is wrong, and you know you can talk to me. I ain't going anywhere..." Mateo whispered, gently, squeezing CJ towards his body even more, placing a soft kiss on the boy's wavy blond hair as he did so.

CJ sighed, and nodded, his head still lodged onto Mateo's chest, before he blew out some much-needed air.

"My own dad is taking Garrett's side...he's fucking forcing me to go and apologize to that jerk..." he eventually whispered.

Above him, he felt Mateo stiffen for just a second, before he shuddered with sexual tension as he felt the Latino boy's fingers combing through his hair, in a solid attempt to make this better, at least for the moment.

"And? Are you going to? I mean...does he know that you only did it because the fucker was tormenting me? I still don't know why you had to actually go Jumanji on his ass...he has two black eyes and a broken nose...I mean, dude..."

CJ nudged his nose carefully against Mateo's shirt, careful not to get any possible snot on the material, before he scoffed at the boy's words.

"He fucking deserved it. I'll do it again, in a fucking heartbeat..." he murmured, as he felt his person dragged upwards by Mateo himself, before the boy launched another make out session with him, finally letting him go, biting the bottom of his lip with a sheer glint in his eye.

"I know I shouldn't...but dios mio, mi amigo...you went rogue on him because of me. I kinda dunno what to do with that...what would you ever do to me...if I ever make you angry as hell?" he asked, a tease of a smile around the corners of his eyes and his mouth.

CJ pushed the boy back...he knew what he wanted...and where it was to be found.

He wanted to make the most of their shared time together, because God knows that Mateo only knew the half of the story, and if he knew how his own dad felt about people of a different race, he would get his Spanish ass out of this house and never look back...and that was the last thing that CJ Parker wanted right now.

The thing he wanted most...was lodged between their bodies like a literally Hispanic elephant in the room.

"You're so fucking hard..." CJ whispered, reaching out and cradled Mateo's steel hard seven incher inside his jeans, which allowed the latter to hiss his approval at what he was doing. His eyes flickered over towards Mateo's upper body, and he reached out once more, this time taking the hold of the zip of the jacket that the boy was wearing, before he unclasped it at the end, with Mateo himself, removing the piece of clothing with sheer zombie-like eyes, at what CJ was doing.

"I wanna see you...all of you...please...Jesus Christ, please let me see you..." he whispered towards Mateo urgently as he had ever done, before he fumbled clumsily with Mateo's shirt, having the latter take control of his shaking limbs, and gently remove that clothing from his upper body.

"I look literally nothing like you..." Mateo started to say, a nuance of red cascading over both of his cheeks, at the knowledge that he was skinny and slender, and unfortunately, the total and utter opposite of that CJ looked like shirtless, but that was never even so much as reflected in the eyes of his partner.

To CJ Parker...Mateo Gonzalez was perfect...abs, or no abs...with next to no fucking muscles on the kid, he was still dwarfed by the look of him. Because it WAS MATEO...and not somebody that he didn't care for at all, or just a quick fuck behind the bleachers.

CJ reached out and felt Mateo's skin underneath the palm of his left hand...the warmth, the power, the fucking shiver of the kid who was staring at him, as if he was the King of the world. With eyes that showed his appreciation, his value...his feelings reflecting in his Hispanic heritage. It was as if both boys knew...this was pretty much it...keeping it casual was no longer possible.

It had just been mainstreamed to far worse than that.

CJ crawled down the bed, and got to work on the boy's jeans, which thank God, came off much faster and much quicker than that night they had done this before, when he had been so drunk, that he wouldn't have been able to know his own name...and as he pulled Mateo's boxers off, having them land on the floor along side his jeans, he looked up into the eyes of the boy that he cared so much about, and took hold of his hand...inside his own...feeling the sweaty warmth of the Latino boy BLAST through him like a hot knife through butter.

"I can't believe...if I wasn't drunk that night, none of this...I would have never had you in my life..." he softly said, his eyes flickering over Mateo's stone hard teenage penis, before it was lodged back to his own eyes.

Mateo swallowed, as he struggled to keep focus...having been straight all his life, or having thought so, there was no one and no body on this earth, that he wanted to be with more than CJ right now. If he wasn't gay, he was certainly bisexual...because he was hard. He was more hard that he had ever been in his life...with a dude hovering before him. And let's face it...CJ Parker was more handsome than your average sixteen year old teenage male...he was breathtakingly sexy. His blond hair cascaded over his forehead, hanging lose in such a way, that Mateo desperately wanted to reach out and caress the soft, clean strands.

"I can't believe how wrong I was about you..." he whispered back...remembering all the evil and down right nasty thoughts that he had always had about CJ Parker before he had actually gotten to KNOW him.

"Most guys are..." CJ responded, before he winked at Mateo, and leaned down and took the head of his dick right up into his mouth and started to suck.

"AY DIOS MIO...nunca te detengas..." Mateo was moaning out something in his native Spanish that poor CJ was understanding not even a quarter off, before he reveled in tasting the sweet-sour flavours that was emanating from the boy's stone-hard dick at every corner. The way that the organ quivered underneath his touch was something to behold, as he smiled around the hard phallus, keeping the constant stimulation of the teenage fuck stick over and over, like he needed it to fucking exist.

He realized that Mateo had both of his hands tied up in balls of fists and that he was holding the duvet inside both clenched limbs, meaning that whatever CJ was doing, his partner was clearly enjoying the fuck out of every passing second. Up...down...up...down...licking around the hard flesh like it was nothing more than a hard toffee-apple, over and over, feeling the hardness from the steel flesh beneath his tongue, the veins that streamed across the rigid todger like streams to the promised land.

Taking only the bare, unprotected cockhead itself into his mouth, and that was when Mateo really seemed to go ballistic above him, as he teased the flaring piss slit with his wet, thirsty tongue, watching the gaping little hole open and shiver with sheer sexual exhaustion, closing his mouth around the serene brown helmet only, tasting the fresh delights of the pre cum that was so freely flowing with every beat of Mateo's sixteen year old heart. Mateo's balls were bouncing around in their hairy sacks, urgently needed to unload their Hispanic goodness into the owner of the mouth who was giving their Master such torrents of relief, as Mateo grabbed around blindly with his right hand, until he laid his fingers inside CJ's blond hair, and grabbed it by its roots, forcing the boy to gobble up his dick at Mateo's chosen speed.

A few more moments of quiet sucking and complete caressing of the teenage organ, before CJ noticed that Mateo's legs were shaking...his chest was heaving and several raw groans was escaping his youthful throat...to the point where CJ would have honestly thought that the boy was having a severe panic attack...but the only attack that the Spanish beauty was having, was from his hard cock...his balls pulling up towards his penis...Mateo swiping his fingers through the white boy's hair, like he was having an illicit love affair.

The last time that CJ did this...THIS...he couldn't remember much from, as he was totally inebriated, but this time, it was different...he was as sober as a priest on a Sunday right now...and he was going to take whatever came towards him...literally...and feast on IT as well as the sheer memory for as long as he possibly could.

As the eventual streams and streams of cum blasted out of Mateo's flaring piss head, his poor teenage balls having given in at last, the white boy desperately tried to swallow what he could...how his buddies and his peers could ever think that eating cum was disgusting, he would never fucking even know...the stuff was potent, it was pure and it was delicious as hell....well, Mateo's was for God damn sure.

Swallowing the white, thick bits and messy, sticky spatters that he could, as quick as he could, he searched frantically for more, as Mateo's young body was put through an majestic, almighty climax, before the latter's body shuddered one final time, before he dropped flat onto the mattress and the pillows, completely and utter exhausted, mentally and physically drained at the same time.

CJ closed his eyes as he once more savoured the taste of teenage Latino sperm, straight from the source where it had come from, before he smiled softly...almost childlike, heaving himself upwards and placing his body next to that of a still, tired as hell, Mateo.

"You okay? Did I do good?" he asked, his eyes flickering appreciatively over Mateo's still bared torso and upper chest, and even reaching down to give his now flaccid cock a few last remaining jerks, finding a mere droplet of the boy's sperm still leaking out from his faucet, deciding that it WOULD NOT go to waste, he as quickly licked the remaining cum droplet into his mouth, before he faced Mateo once more.

Finally regaining control over his facial features, as well as the rest of his body, Mateo slowly turned his head to where he knew, sensed, CJ was, and his eyes closed for a moment...smiling as he did so...before he sighed with complete content.

"You...you didn't get off...let me at least..." he started to say, but CJ pushed him back.

He felt like he knew Mateo a little better by now...and he knew what until about three months ago, this boy identified himself as straight and being into girls. Sucking a cock, didn't make you gay by any sort of means, but it certainly went a long way as to make you confused as hell.

Once more, he marveled at how his body was reacting towards someone that he truly cared for...longed for. In the past, he would have just fucked girls for kicks...to keep his street cred out there, and to stop people in this God forsaken RED STATE from discovering who and what he truly was. Never once, did he care about their feelings...what they needed.

And looking back now...being with Mateo...he kinda knew why.

All those girls, they meant jack shit to him. They were nothing but temporary places to park his dick...and nothing else.

He reached out and placed his hand on Mateo's...he needed to touch him. To feel him. To be close to him.

"You don't know...you don't understand how much I needed someone here tonight...I doubt if Garrett would have showed his face here, even if I did fucking apologize. The things my dad said this afternoon...my fucking first instinct was just to call you. I wanted you right here...with me, and I still do now that we're fucking done...Jesus, dude...are we nuts here?" he asked, his eyes never leaving those of Mateo's.

The Hispanic boy leaned upwards, before craning the length of his neck, and kissed CJ for what felt like the millionth time ever since they started all of this.

"I wanted to be here, even before you called. With you, prometo. You fucking realize how many times I have relieved you singing that fucking Enrique Iglesias song to me since the weekend? My parents must be thinking I'm in fucking love or somet..." Mateo said, before he suddenly blushed feverishly, and turned away from CJ as soon as he said it.

"Your folks will be home soon...I gotta get the hell out of here, before I'm sent back to Mexico along with everyone else..." he nervously mustered, as CJ stared at the boy getting dressed...not saying anything as such...rather just looking at Mateo with entirely new eyes...as if he was seeing him for the first time, taking him in like a fucking new-born.

I can't imagine him not being in my life...I just can't...he thought, as he swallowed slowly and closed his eyes.

He stood up just as Mateo had managed to get majority of his clothes back on, with only his black jacket to go, before he grabbed the boy and placed his lips on his once more, this time going slow as hell, wanting Mateo to FEEL everything that was going on inside both his head and inside his heart, without having to actually SAY the words.

He hoped...he PRAYED that Mateo would know what he was trying to say.

Even though, he didn't have the guts...or the strength to actually admit this to himself.

Because if what he felt was true...

...and real...

...he didn't know how it possibly could even become a reality.

**

"Babe, you're like so far away from me, it's becoming weird..." Sasha said as she placed her arms around his neck and proceeded to playfully kiss his nose.

In another lifetime, he would have gobbled these up, making sure that everyone, who was everyone would be able to see it, because that would mean that his deep, dark secret would stay hidden for at least one more day. Because who in their right mind would ever think that THE most popular boy in school would be totally lusting after other boys...a certain Hispanic one for starters...?

Gently pushing Sasha off of him, he smiled at her, with his million dollar grin that everyone around these parts knew and adored so well, before getting up, as he was painfully aware that his cock hadn't made a peep, in the short while she was attached to his person. The last thing that he needed Sasha to think that he couldn't, or perhaps even worse...WOULDN'T get it up for her.

"The end-of-year exams start today, Princess...can't be horny all the time right now...I'll see you after school, okay?" he said quickly, as she seemed as if she was going to start to sulk like a naughty little toddler, her bottom lip fake-quivering for all the world to see, and he winced as he saw Garrett turn towards him, where they were shooting the shit before the first bell of the day would be ringing, indicating the start of their first exam, which was Maths. The fucking joys.

"Yo, Pretty boy...can I talk to your ass for a moment alone?" he asked gingerly, his eyes making contact with CJ's eyes and totally not letting go, before he kissed his girlfriend Janey Harrison on the cheek for good measure, telling her to wait for him.

The two...formally best friends walked a short way away from their peers, before Garrett stopped, turned around and sighed heavily.

"Look, dude...you and me, we have been friends before we could even wipe our own fucking asses. You have always had my back and I had yours. I don't fucking understand what the hell went on at the weekend...it was just a fucking joke, and we were just shooting the shit with Mateo when you decided that you needed to fucking go all Rambo on me...I just don't get why you wanted to stand up for him, over me?"

CJ opened his mouth to answer Garrett but he was suddenly stopped as he felt his phone vibrate in his trousers, before he took it out, signaling at Garrett to give him a few seconds, before his eyes lurched as he saw it was a message from Mateo.

"ICE was just at my house...my dad got a way just in time, dude, these people are fucking vicious. This is serious. My mom was taken in for questioning. Won't be able to write exams."

Jesus. JESUS!

Sighing as he stared back at a still expecting Garrett, before he frowned at placed his phone back where he had found it.

"You wanna know why the hell I stood up for Mateo and all the God damn people of a different race and skin colour around here? You really wanna know? Fine, I'll fucking tell you! It's because YOU and your lot have been making their lives HELL ever since your dad became the mayor! We never allowed things like this to happen around here! What's more...YOU...YOU were never this...hateful and this much of a fucking bigot to people...or was I just too blind to see it because you and I were so damn close?"

Garrett's face were etched in anger, and pent up stress and perhaps, even a shroud of embarrassment, at what CJ was saying, before he lowered his guard, and stood closer to the boy, so that only he could hear what he was saying.

"You know, CJ...there is a very real chance that my dad is gonna be the next president of this country...and I don't want you to go against him, us...because things could turn out very bad for you. I'm saying this, BECAUSE you're my best friend in the entire world...stand with us. Not fucking against us! Because I promise you, right here, right now, there is a fucking storm coming...and we're gonna sweep everyone out of here that doesn't belong here. I don't want that to happen to you, man...so think VERY carefully where your fucking loyalties lie..." he said as calmly as he could, his eyes betraying his demeanor, flashing danger signs with every word that he spoke.

As the bell rang, CJ went bleak at what had just happened. And what Mateo had just told him.

Before now...he honestly thought that Garrett was just pretending to be the big man...to have his father's power go to his head.

Garrett had promised Mateo...he had promised him and threatened him that he would sent ICE on his family, and now this.

Fuck this.

He could fucking re-write this any time he God well wanted to. If he was lucky.

Right now, he needed to be with Mateo. His mother was just arrested...by Republican bastards who CJ knew wouldn't even give two shits if what Mrs Gonzalez was saying, was the truth or not.

Mateo.

I need to be with him.

That was the last thought that crossed his mind, and he didn't look back as he chased out of the school gates as fast as his legs were able to carry him, his Maths exam all but forgotten.

**

The moment that CJ saw Mateo standing in the doorway of their humble home, completely and utterly devastated at his own mother being taken away for questioning, he knew he had done the right thing in skipping the start of his exams. His dad was going to go totally ape shit on his ass, but who the fuck cares...in his heart, he knew that he was where he needed to be.

With Mateo.

"Dude, where the hell did they even take her? The police station?" he asked as he entered the Gonzalez family home, which looked like a sheer tornado had hit it, to be fair, with nearly all of the furniture having been pushed around, some of it had been thrown out into the garden, some were dragged to places across the entire apartment, as ICE probably did their thorough plight to aid them in their investigation, or even worse...perhaps they only did all of this for the hell of it, and because they could.

CJ knew that the latter was most probably the right choice, but he would never admit all of that to Mateo.

Mateo wiped his eyes and walked over towards the kitchen, where he miserably plonked himself onto a chair, and it was only then, that CJ realized that Mateo wasn't alone.

James Perez, the editor of the school's monthly newspaper, Flying News, the same paper of which Mateo was a writer for, was sitting on the opposite side of the boy, and CJ could swear that the older boy was trying to murder him from afar. Why, he really didn't know, he never had anything remotely to do with the dude in his life, but he did know that James and Mateo were good friends, at least.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" James asked, his voice raised by an entire octave as he laid eyes on the white boy wonder, the most popular boy at school, the one and only CJ Parker, adored by his friends and peers...all of the sudden now daring to enter a place where he never would have thought to even see him.

Mateo rolled his eyes and placed his hand on James's shoulder, as if to calm him the fuck down, of which James seemed that he just might need a lot of.

"Amigo, por favor...it's fine, it's okay, I told him what happened..."

"Are you insane? Estas loco?? HE'S LITERALLY ONE OF THEM!"

Mateo shook his head in sheer and total defiance.

"El no es, he's not! Look, you might now understand this...whatever this is that me and CJ has going on between us..."

CJ nearly had a heart attack when he heard Mateo's words in the process...

"DUDE! YOU fucking told him? JESUS!" he shrieked out of sheer and morbid fear and fright, desperately scared and afraid that his secret was known by yet another person other than Mateo himself, but before he could freak out or get the hell out of there, Mateo held up both of his hands in a complete signal of taking charge of all of this insanity.

"STOP! BASTA YA! Both of you! Okay...both of you listen and you fucking listen good...my mother is held up God knows where by ICE and I have NO idea what the hell to even do now, so POR FAVOR...PLEASE...just stop ALL of this right fucking now! Yes, CJ...I told James about us, because I HAD to tell SOMEONE! Other than you, this is my very first sexual anything...so I'm sorry if you're offended, but it done, I can't take it back. James...amigo...por favor confia en mi, si? JUST TRUST ME! I know what I'm doing! At least I think so..."

Mateo's face took a turn for the worst, before he literally sunk down to his knees, after it seemed like he finally had so fucking strength left to actually go on any further, and CJ was at his side within seconds, helping him up, holding him close to his body in a full fledged embrace. He could feel the literal fear spreading through the handsome Hispanic boy's body at every turn and way, before he heard James clear his throat before he also stood up, walked over towards the two, and two pairs of eyes widened instantly as they realized that James was holding out his right hand towards CJ.

"Uhm...I have literally never spoken to you before in my life, I think...quite honestly I wouldn't have known what the hell to even say...you're CJ Parker after all..." James started to remotely squeak out, before CJ smiled, and took James's hand solidly within his very own.

"Nah, I'm nothing special...just a guy who met another guy and now...now he can't get enough of him..." he murmured, as he heard Mateo sniff at the hearing of his words, holding him even tighter than before.

A knock on the door of the household had Mateo quickly withdraw from the embrace, to which CJ frowned instantly, before he pulled Mateo back as he wanted to make haste for the door.

"You sure you wanna open that? It could be ICE again!" he said quietly, before James patted CJ on the shoulder, and walked over towards the door himself.

"Don't worry...I know exactly who this is," he said, this eyes glimmering with secrecy as he opened the front door, to invite a stunningly beautiful woman inside of the Gonzalez household.

If this was a couple of months ago, before his much-anticipated thrust with CJ Parker, even Mateo might have been attracted to this woman, a professional clearly by the sheer way she was dressed, as she shook James's hand and smiled cheerfully as she approached the two boys who was still standing in the kitchen, curiously awaiting their arrival.

"Mateo, CJ...this is Chloe Harrison. If you think she looks familiar, yes, she does...because..."

"Harrison...Harrison...OH MY GOD...you're Janey's mother, aren't you?" Mateo said with an avid awe inside his voice, now only seemingly realizing that Janey and her mother resembled each other in more ways than one, and CJ had to stop a giggle as he acknowledged that he felt a STING of jealousy at having Mateo look at this woman suddenly, as if he wanted to eat and fuck her bareback.

Chloe Harrison nodded, her smile reaching her eyes, before she placed her satchel on the kitchen counter, and extending her hand to both Mateo and CJ, who both shook it with genuine respect.

"Indeed I am. And look, I know that I might not be your first choice to lawyer up with right now...considering that my daughter is dating that scumbag Garrett Lavery..."

A choking sound of a giggle being held back from James's side of the kitchen could be heard, before he cleared his throat and suddenly looked as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Ignoring the side show, Chloe dug deep in her satchel and took out several papers to which she had to go over with Mateo, leaving James and CJ all alone in the kitchen, whilst Chloe and Mateo discussed what they hoped would be a quick, effective way to get his mother away from the dangers of the ICE officials.

"Can I ask you something? If you don't mind..." James dared to say as he poured each of them a glass of Coke, drenched with several blocks of ice, before he looked at CJ with much interest, before CJ took a sip of the ice cold drink and nodded, before James slowly continued.

"I know...that you really shouldn't even worry or be bothered what someone like me thinks of what you and Mateo have going on..."

CJ swallowed his drink and immediately raised his right hand to stop James from talking.

"Look, dude...I'm totally not some kind of Messiah, here, okay? I'm just a sixteen year old teenage dude that you go to school with. I know what you wanna ask me...and to be honest, with you and Mateo being such close friends, I'm really not even surprised. Look..." CJ said, taking another sip of his Coke, before he wiped his mouth, and smiled over at James...

"I know that I have a reputation at school...but if Mateo really told you everything about me and him, and then you would also know that I'm gay. Yes...gay as in get fucked up the ass, gay. But James...I promise you...I am not fucking around with Mateo's feelings or anything. I really care about him. And I think...I hope, he really cares about me too. Did he tell you what happened at the weekend?"

James nodded, before he looked over at where Mateo and Chloe were still discussing business, before he sighed and shook his head.

"I should have sent Janey to cover the soccer regionals...I fucking knew that Garrett and his cronies would get their hooks into Mateo somewhere. I'm just angry at myself for not being there to help him. But then again, if someone had to do it, then I'm glad that it was you. For real...you really serenaded him with a fucking song? You, of all people?"

CJ snickered back enthusiastically, before nodding, blushing as he did so.

"CJ Parker is blushing...okay, the world is gonna totally end..." James laughed as he tried his best to remain his true self before this literal boy wonder, however CJ just shook his head and bit his bottom lip.

"I...I have never felt about anyone like this before, dude. And I'm not just saying that because I know that's what you wanna hear or some shit like that...I really mean it. I don't know what exactly is happening here, but I do know that I want Mateo in my life. I fucking can't imagine it without him, not after all of this."

James pursed his lips, before he drank the last bit of his Coke, before filling it up to the brim once more, and this time he looked questioningly over at CJ.

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to...but I don't think Garrett, who is your best friend, as well as Sasha, who always seemed to cling to you like a fucking wet wipe, is going to like this turn of events very much..." he said slowly, keeping his eyes on CJ firmly, as he did so.

CJ sighed and ran his fingers through his beautiful, wavy blond hair.

"Don't you think I don't know that? This fucking town...Jesus, man...I ain't letting Mateo go. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but I am NOT letting him go without a fucking fight...I swear to God..." he vowed, saying the last four words of his sentence in a low graded voice, as if he meant every single syllable.

James nodded, and finally he hesitantly lifted up his glass of Coke, and held it out towards Mateo.

"I'm fucking holding you to that!" he whispered, with CJ, smirkingly picking up his own empty glass, and tapping it against that of James.

There was a few moments of quietly just...looking over at both Chloe and Mateo in the need of urgent discussion between them, before CJ blinked and remembered something that happened over at the weekend...something that he had wanted to find out about before, but had totally forgotten about since the attack on Mateo, and even worse, now with his mother being arrested by ICE.

"Say James...you speak Spanish, don't you?" he asked as he accepted another glass of Coke by the latter.

"I think I'm familiar with the language..." came the sarcastic response.

Ignoring the just of the conversation, CJ planted both of his hands firmly on the marble table top, and looked James straight in the eye.

"Tell me, what exactly does...TE AMO mean?" he finally asked.

James's eyes flickered quickly and nervously over towards where Mateo was sitting, as if he totally knew something that CJ didn't, before he took a sip of his drink.

"And...why do you wanna know that?" he asked, a wry smile forming around his mouth.

CJ placed both his hands in his pockets, what he hoped to God seemed like he was just making idle conversation.

"Just...something that I heard someone say...somewhere..." he muttered, his eyes now firmly away from the older Hispanic boy.

James giggled and tried to maintain a straight face, as he placed his arm on CJ's shoulder, before he spoke.

"Well, all that I can tell you...is TE AMO...translates into...I LOVE YOU...that's all that I'm saying..." he whispered, before leaving a much-stunned CJ on his own.

**

In the weeks that followed, Chloe Harrison managed to work a minor miracle, in getting Mateo's mother out from the claws of the ICE officials. Even though they had to lie and tell said officials that his parents were divorced that his mother had no idea where Jose Gonzalez was...they gotten away with it, and stunningly too. The officials had to other choice but to let Francesca go with a severe warning what would happen to her, if Jose was ever found and would be deported back to Mexico.

Byron Parker was INSENCED that his son missed the opening of his exams just to be a comfort to one of his Latino friends, still blissfully unaware of the relationship between the two boys getting stronger and stronger by the passing of each day, and still neither boy had told the other how they really felt.

They were constantly talking on the phone...they were literally messaging each other, morning, noon and night by now...they would find themselves talking, chatting their afternoons and early nights away about the most random things, and if Mateo had ever thought that CJ Parker was nothing but a dumb jock pretty boy, he had been sorely mistaken. He might be failing Spanish but the boy was anything but stupid.

The fact that Mateo Gonzalez had gotten away from his mother being freed from ICE and his father no where to be found, had enraged Garrett Lavery to the point where he no longer even remotely was civil to anyone that bared any non-Caucasian DNA. The school had three black teachers and one of Asian heritage...and he had refused to even as much as attend any classes given by them, or even to write their exams. It was like he really couldn't care less about anything anymore.

All that you ever saw on the local news channel, was that Frank Lavery was running for Senator, and Mateo couldn't wait to message CJ with the info that he was being opposed in that regard by none other than Chloe Harrison herself, something which gave both boys hope that this so-called RED STATE would be in line for change, and soon at that.

It seemed that more and more people were starting to turn against the severe Republican ways of doing things, even more so because CJ Parker, the trooper that he was, had so publically denounced his entire friendship with Garrett Lavery in front of the entire school and told everyone who wanted to listen, that what was happening was a VILE, DISGUSTING way of treating people....seriously, why couldn't everyone JUST GET ALONG? Regardless of race or DNA?

Byron Parker no longer could even LOOK at his son anymore, and CJ kinda knew that if not for his mother finally putting her foot down, with Catherine slapping Byron with a divorce threat should he EVER order their only child out of the house, he would have done so long ago. CJ knew that his relationship with his dad was effectively finished, as long as his father refused to see reason and kept supporting the RED side of the fence, with Frank Lavery even more determined than ever to get all the illegal immigrants out of the town, with whatever means necessary.

The day of their final exams, which was Spanish Literature, while it was a literal breeze for Mateo, it was the complete and utter opposite for CJ, as he battled with every fiber of his being to even finish the paper, but in the end, he was done with mere seconds to spare. As he wiped the sweat off his forehead when they finally were out of the examination room, he spotted Sasha looking in his direction, as she gave him a look as if he was the biggest turd that she had even stepped in, before he rolled his eyes, as she realized that she was hanging on Garrett's arm like a used handbag...

...well if she was trying to actually make him jealous, it SO wasn't working. For that to even be a thing, Sasha would fucking have to grow a dick first.

Things have really changed around these parts, he thought, was he made his way over to where both James and Mateo were standing to one side, talking about the end of the exam. He knew that James still had his final essay to go, which was important as hell for his University application to study journalism next year. Both boys smiled at him as he approached, fist bumping each of them until he sighed with great relief.

"I'm just happy that it's over...my God, I never wanna see a Spanish Lit paper ever again in my entire life!" he moaned, before he winked secretly over at Mateo, who grinned sneakily in return.

"You sure you wanna be standing here, with us plebs? You don't wanna be over there with your own crew, dude?" James asked, smirking as he did so, as CJ looked over, seeing Garrett shooting murderous daggers at him once more, after literally choosing to denounce their friendship in front of the entire school, before he shook his head.

"Nah, I'd much rather be with the geeks these days..."

"I fucking hate you..." Mateo said quietly, but a wry smile around the corners of his mouth, told both James and CJ otherwise.

"So that's it...we're fucking done! Now only the holidays to look forward to!" CJ said, as he stretched out his limbs and happily chucked his backpack over his shoulder as he did so.

James scoffed at CJ's words as he check his papers before his final essay.

"For you two, maybe. This...this is the most important fucking paper of my life! I better go and look for my seat so long, I'll see you guys later, okay?" he said, but before he could put away this things in his own backpack, he looked up, and CJ saw the last of the colour reflected in his eyes turned to complete and utter gray...

...before he took turned around and took a look at what James was now seeing.

His blood froze inside his veins...his skin was shredded with literal goosebumps as he realized what was happening and just WHY James Perez was now white as a sheet. Mateo's eyes widened with extreme shock, as one by one...three ICE agents walked up into the corridors of the school, to the outside playground, complete with shock batons and guns at their side.

"What...what is this..." Mateo started to say, before the bell rang out over the entire school yard, indicating that the headmaster wanted to make an announcement.

"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS! WILL JAMES PEREZ, GRADE 12A, PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! JAMES PEREZ, GRADE 12A, REPORT TO THE OFFICE, IMMEDIATELY!"

"Dios mio..." Mateo whispered and nervously looked over towards James, and so did CJ for what matter, with the older boy seemed totally lost in mind and thought. He clutched his backpack to his shoulder, before he swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he did so.

"Dude...just chill, okay, and take things easy..." CJ started to say, but he totally forgot about the Republican posse that had been so eying them all afternoon...

"OFFICERS! OVER THERE! HE'S OVER THERE!" none other than Garrett Lavery shouted out loud, his hand pointed directly at their direction where James was still standing, with the most glee and the most enjoyment that even CJ had EVER seen on the boy's face, as he smiled nastily over at his former best friend.

"James, listen to me, don't panic, we can totally sort this out..." Mateo started to say, but James, in his total and utter current state, knowing that he was an undocumented immigrant, knowing that this was quite possibly the last day that he would ever be inside the United States of America, decided to do the ONE thing that he would regret for the rest of his young life...

...he made a run for it.

The three ICE officers were of course way too quick, as they slammed James down on the grassy terrain for all the world to see, shocking him with several shock batons way more times than what was necessary, to the utter cheers of the Lavery cronies that was watching this, like it was their daily daytime entertainment.

"LEMME GO! I HAVE TO WRITE MY FINAL PAPER! LEMME GO!" James shouted over and over to no avail, as he was dragged kicking and screaming out of school property, with CJ placing his arm around Mateo to keep him from chasing after his best friend, no matter how much Mateo wanted to help James right now, there was literally nothing he could do for him. Not now, and certainly not here.

"U-S-A! U-S-A! SEND HIM HOME! SEND HIM HOME!" came the horrific cheers, with Garrett leading the onslaught, raising their hands in the air, like the fucking Nazi's that they were.

"He'll pay for this...I swear, he'll fucking pay for this!" CJ promised, as he held a still stunned Mateo in his arms, tears streaming out of his eyes at every passing second.

**

"There's really nothing that you can do?"

Chloe Harrison sighed and closed for eyes for a few seconds, before straightened out her persona and looked both Mateo and CJ straight in the eyes, from where they were inside the Parker residence. CJ made sure that his parents were once again out for the evening, at yet another charity function hosted by Frank Lavery, in no doubt celebrating their big win that they had two days ago when they had arrested James as well as his parents, and neither had heard anything of him since.

"I'm afraid his case, was a little more damaging than I had hoped. He had lived here all his life whilst being born in Mexico without any sort of legal papers, and where as you, Mateo as well as your mother were born here, they were not. That left the judge with no other option than to decide to deport him and his parents back to Mexico...effective immediately."

"MIERDA! NO! FUCK!" Mateo shouted out in sheer and total frustration, as he balled his fists and started to POUND the walls of the living room with the utmost velocity and force that he could think of, which CJ ripped him from what he was doing, before he did anymore damage to his already almost bleeding knuckles.

"DUDE! You can't fucking give up now! Can't we fucking appeal this or something?" he demanded towards Chloe, as he had all his days in keeping Mateo under control, the boy was gone...he was shattered way beyond belief, as he wriggled out of CJ's grip, only to sink down to his knees once more.

"This is all my fucking fault! If we hadn't gotten away with all that ICE crap, then none of this would EVER have happened! This was their fucking revenge! I fucking HATE GARRETT and his FATHER!" Mateo spat out, in a way that CJ, or no one for that matter had ever seen him.

In all the time that he had known the boy, even before they had gotten close, he always knew that Mateo Gonzalez was confidant, he had this unique way about him in which he didn't fucking CARE what anyone thought of him.

But this...his best friend getting deported...actually getting deported back to Mexico, with just ONE more exam to go...his hopes of going to University now as broken as was all his dreams...a sixteen year old boy, could only take THAT much, to be honest.

CJ sighed and turned back towards Chloe, before reaching out and shaking her hand.

"Thank you, Mam. For everything, we know you tried your best. I hope you're able to get Janey away from Garrett...you don't want her anywhere near him right now, trust me..." he said sadly, as she nodded and left the house, closing the door behind her as she did so.

He then walked back to a still crying Mateo, and sat down beside him, taking him in his arms.

"I'm sorry...I am so...so sorry..." he whispered over and over again, until he finally felt the boy stop shivering as he placed his head inside the crook of CJ's neck.

"Its...all...my...fault..." he managed to croak out, before CJ finally had enough.

He took the boy's face in the palms of his hands, and forced Mateo to actually LOOK at him.

"Listen to me...okay? This is all them...ALL of it. James did nothing wrong, and he's being treated like crap just because they wanted to make an example of him. We're going to figure this out, even if I have to fucking hack into my dad's bank accounts to get the money to pay Chloe Harrison, but we are NOT gonna take this shit anymore, okay? YOU BELIEVE ME?" he asked, more like demanded, with Mateo's blurry eyes closing for a few seconds, opening them up, tired as he was.

"I do...I don't...I really don't know what the fuck I would have done if you weren't here with me right now..." he whispered, before both boys shared another earth-shattering kiss, and Mateo hissed with insane laughs as he felt CJ lean in and kiss the tears off from his cheeks, before covering his mouth with his own, yet again.

CJ released him after a while of solid term of making out, before he saw the faint glimmer of hope that still resided in Mateo's eyes, and he took a deep breath...he still haven't forgotten what James had told him that very first afternoon they had gotten to know each other over at Mateo's house...

...apart from James being arrested and subsequently deported back to Mexico, he could hardly think of anything else.

He needed to get this out.

He couldn't...he simply HAD to say something...because what he felt for Mateo Gonzalez DWARFED that of any usual friendship and companionship. He marveled once more at the beauty of the Hispanic boy, and made his choice long before he decided to bring up the subject he dreaded more than anything else.

"Speaking...of James...you do realize that he told me what "te amo" means?" he whispered, pressing his forehead against Mateo's as he finished his sentence.

A doubling wreckage of emotions ripped though Mateo's young body, CJ could literally feel every lasting second of it, before he quickly realized that Mateo was about to try and deny everything, and he quickly reached up and placed his index finger at the front of his mouth, before he could even TRY and get any words out.

"Hey...it's just me. I should have realized what you meant that weekend...and if I did, I would have...I mean...I totally would have..."

Mateo frowned, his eyes as wide as saucers, before he slowly leaned in, and kissed CJ's lips as softly as he possibly could, as if he was afraid that he night hurt the boy that he loved so very much.

"...you would have...what?" he asked, as both boys felt like time was standing still.

CJ swallowed, and gritted his teeth...gaining strength from the intense, lustful look inside Mateo's eyes, and he smiled, as he once more realized that...oh my god...it was true.

He loved him.

God help me...but he was so in love with Mateo Gonzalez that it was nearly breaking him to see the boy so sad and depressed.

All that he wanted to do was to make it better, but he didn't know how...

...unless...

"If I knew what you fucking meant...I would have said it back, you idiot..." he whispered, smiling like a true gay boy at heart, towards the dude that he now knew...he loved with every literal fiber of his being.

Mateo sat back...his eyes drowning in unshed tears...this was CJ Fucking Parker...in WHAT WORLD...would this ever happen?

In what world did the geek...the nerd...the fucking bookworm get the God damn handsome jock, except in a fucking fairy tale?

Except, this was no fairy tale. This was very much sheer reality.

AY DIOS MIO...CJ Parker just told him that he felt the same way as he did.

Scared to DEATH to say it...to actually admit it, but there is was.

At long fucking last.

"Don't...don't say that if you don't mean it...I mean, this whole time, I was actually wondering when you would fucking come to your senses and go back to your people...your kinda of life, and now you're actually saying..."

CJ pulled Mateo towards him and kissed him for the millionth time, before he embraced the still shaking Latino boy with both his arms, clinging to him like he was a literal octopus on mental steroids.

"I told you once that I never do anything if I really didn't want to...it might have fucking started off with me being drunk and nearly raping you in my bed that night...but this...all of this, dude...I won't say it, I wouldn't have taken this chance if it wasn't true."

He pulled away from their shared embrace, only for the sheer reason to look deeply into Mateo's eyes.

"I dunno when it happened or WHY it fucking happened...but there it is. Me, on a fucking plate...I love you Mateo Gonzalez. Te amo mucho...or whatever you wanna call it! It won't change the way that I feel about you! I'll fucking tell the whole school, if I have to!"

CJ took a deep breath, his heart aching with finally letting it all RIP out of his body as well as his soul.

"I have never felt this way about anyone...you're fucking IT for me, dude!" he cried out, his chest heaving, his throat sore from total exhaustion at HIDING himself all this time, FINALLY being able to tell Mateo how he really felt, now that he had it finally figured out.

He loved him.

Call him crazy...totally loco, if you need to, but he loved the bones of the boy.

Mateo stared dreamily back at him, before he suddenly seemed to remember where he was, and WHO he was with, before he shyly looked down at their held hands.

"If I'm being honest here...you had me the first time you fucking kissed me...that night I knew...I mean I didn't KNOW...but the more that I couldn't stop thinking about you...I knew that I was done. I guess what I'm trying to say...you're IT for me too..." he whispered, finally looking upwards as he uttered his final words.

Both boys leaned in at the same time and shared another kiss, now with everything out in the open, even with the severe and several challenges to come in the future, especially Frank Lavery still being the mayor, continuing his reign of terror at every opportunity, they KNEW...oh boy, they knew...at least they had each other.

"Wait...just promise me one thing, okay?" Mateo sneakily said as he finally released his boyfriend from their kiss.

"Yeah and what is that?" CJ giggled, as he nudged his nose playfully against Mateo's.

The latter smirked before his eyes once more sparkled with mischief and happiness.

"Never fucking speak Spanish to me...ever again! At this point you're just abusing my language..." he got as far as saying, before his mouth was covered by CJ's once more.

**

When Mateo saw who was at the door the following morning, bright and early at eight a clock..

...he knew that it didn't spell out anything good.

"Come in, Mrs Harrison..." he started to say, before she entered his home, his mother coming over to greet the woman who had so dutifully had kept her out of a prison sentence, before Janey's mother turned towards both of them.

"I'm afraid that I am not here on a curtesy call, I have...well, I have some sad news...it's about James Perez."

Suddenly Mateo's entire body turned ice cold...the look on Mrs Harrison's face was something that he would never forget as long as he lived.

"Has he already been deported? I thought you said we could appeal..." he started to say, but he was quickly cut off my Mrs Harrison.

"I have no idea how to even say this, or where to even begin...I'm afraid that...James Perez...

...committed suicide in the early hours of the morning. It seemed like he just...gave up, according to his mother. Going to University...creating a better life for himself and his family had been the ultimate dream...and when that wasn't a reality anymore..."

Mateo didn't even hear her voice anymore...he didn't need to...

...in his heart, he SAW this coming.

He knew what being editor of Flying News meant to James. He knew what it had MEANT to him to be the FIRST EVER member of his family to get a tertiary education. Being humiliated...being told that he wasn't good enough...wasn't WHITE enough for this God forsaken country...

"He left this for you...it was found on his bed beside him...I'm really sorry for your loss," Mrs Harrison said, before she handed a white envelope to him.

Mateo sat down on the couch...and he tried to process what was happening...it was one thing on top of the other, right now...only last night, he had been so happy, as he and CJ had finally admitting how they felt about each other...

...and now this.

Swallowing, he opened the envelope with shaking hands, and poured out the contents onto his lap. Looking up nervously at his mother and Mrs Harrison still making small talk, he stared down at the things that had tumbled out of the envelope.

There was a memory stick, with his name on it, written in James's all familiar handwriting.

There was also a CD placed inside a typical CD cover...

...labeled LAVERY on its side.

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THANKS FOR READING!

Man...in all my years of writing for Nifty, that had to be one of the most SADDEST chapters of any of my stories...hopefully as the story continues you will understand why I needed to kill James off, and horrifically so.

Just WHAT is on that memory stick...and on that CD that he left for Mateo...??

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