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Chapter 2: Just Another FML (Fuck Me Lovely)
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that my vision has been obscured, with something on my face. I wondered what it was...let me guess--something belonging to Bobby of course. It was probably his cock on my face and covering my eyes with it's long length and thick girth. I noticed that Bobby had shaved his crotch, my face felt his baby soft, shaven crotch--I wanted to rub my face more into it.
After all, we did have sex last night and, I did fall asleep after I swallowed a whole load of Bobby's cum. I must have not wanted to move last night, because I was still on his crotch--sleeping with his cock as if it were a teddy bear. Well, it could be a teddy bear you thought about it--beautiful, something you can't sleep without, and it was apparently good at putting people to sleep. Namely me, who I'm sure Bobby had taken a picture of this moment, putting it in his little black book.
I knew he was awake, because he was playing with my hair--something he liked to do. I knew this would end up with me giving him a blowjob early in the morning, but whatever. So I put his semi-hard cock in my mouth, jerking and sucking at the same time.
I hear him moan, "Good morning, Tate."
I took my mouth off his now-swollen cock, slick with my spit. It was glistening in the morning light, like a work of art--well, my art that is. The times that I've sucked this hard cock--I can't even count.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked, smiling with his pearly smile.
I blushed at the smile, and kissed the head of his cock--which made him grin insanely. I knew he would like that.
"I don't know, maybe it's what I woke up to today. This right here..." I said, before placing his cock back in my mouth.
He continued to ruffle my head, "Well, I thought it would be cute of you to wake up next to my cock that you liked so much."
I smiled and continued to suck on his cock, ranging from deep-throating and rapid head jerking. I felt so used to this--is this how gay couples felt? Nevermind that, I knew the boundaries of asking questions to Bobby.
But I wondered, should I cross those boundaries? It couldn't hurt to ask and see things for itself, I knew Bobby would understand--hopefully. Surely, he loved me enough to hear me out and answer my lingering questions. Plus, I wanted to know, so I don't have to be too anxious about it later.
Without realizing it, Bobby's cock had twitched in my mouth and cum was disposed onto my tongue. Damn, I was so used to this that I didn't even realize that I was still sucking Bobby off. It was still a lot and I had to stop my train of thought in order to swallow the sheer amounts of white sperm going down my throat--I almost choked on his large cock, with the stacking loads of cum in my mouth.
But with no worries, I swallowed it all like a pro.
Bobby's cock soften and fell out of my gaping mouth, as I tried to regulate my breathing. I was breathless and I didn't even realize it. I was so lost in thought now and days, it was almost scary. Imagine, me dying from Bobby's cock lodged in my throat--story of the year.
I felt Bobby shook with pleasure, his face riddled with lust and passion--it was hot to look at. Then after, he grabbed my thin arms with his muscular biceps and pulled me up next to him. He put his arms around me and held me like a straight, married couple would do. It was almost heartfelt until I felt his still-wet cock on my ass--reminding me this all sex, barely romance. But it was a nice thought, us together and spooning.
"I love you, Tate." Bobby said, kissing the back of my neck. Strangely, I felt this was faked and undeserved.
"I love you too, Bobby," I replied, placing a kiss on his arm. This felt like a movie, faked romance at it's best. Except it's Bobby that I felt didn't care, I was the one that was hard on feelings towards him. But how did I know about him loving me? It's a guessing game at this point.
I decided to be brave and ask him.
"Bobby?" I said, turning around in his arms to see his smiling, beautiful face that I immediately blushed at.
"Yeah?" he said, sounding so innocent and perfect. Suddenly, this was much harder than I thought it would be, but I had to press on.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, something that's been on my mind." I said, avoiding his eyes. If I looked into them, I'll lose sight of my goal.
He kissed my nose, "What is it, Tate?"
I wanted to stop talking and just kiss him all day, but I knew I had something to talk about and I needed to get it done. Even if I wanted to succumb to my emotions for him.
I looked into his blue-eyes, "I don't wanna stay in the closet anymore."
He had a confused face, "What? I thought you were out at school and to your parents."
I shook my head, "No, I mean us."
He finally got the notion and rolled his eyes, getting aggravated by the fact that I even brought it up. I knew he would be mad--I had expected this, coming from Bobby. But I was not about to just drop the conversation, I needed to know how he felt about it. So I pressed on.
"Tate, you know the boundaries of our relationship." Bobby said, letting go of me and turning to lay upwards. I felt his gold embrace disappear from me when he let go, feeling a ping of sadness in me.
"Bobby, don't you think it's time people know? I mean, it's our last year together before college and everything." I replied, touching his arm.
"Tate, we're not there yet. I don't wanna talk about it." Bobby said, not looking at me.
"Why not? I'm sick of being closeted and lying to my friends." facing upwards too. Two can play this game.
Bobby sat up and was on the edge of his bed, his muscular was turned to me. I knew he was getting mad, but I didn't care. I wasn't avoiding this subject any longer than I should.
"Bobby, please. Answer me." I asked, sounding more desperate than expected. I was now holding onto his arm as if I was a wife of a husband that was divorcing her.
"I don't see why you would want to make this relationship more harder than it already is." Bobby says, looking back at me with coldness in his eyes. Those are the eyes that most people would be scared of, the ones I was scared of the most.
I immediately felt the waterworks coming, but I willed them to stay away from my tear ducts--I needed to be strong about this. I didn't want to show weakness to Bobby, he knew how to make me stop crying and prolong this conversation more. Also, Bobby hated it when people cried, especially me crying. He says that I needed stop being so emotional and gay.
"Bobby, I know it's okay for you to be closeted, because you're fine with it and everything, but what about me?" I said, clinging onto his arm--not wanting to let go.
He sighed, "What about you?"
I took in a breath, needing to breathe.
"I don't wanna be in a relationship that's closeted." I replied, kissing his broad shoulder.
He softly pushed me off, "You're being fucking selfish, Tate."
I wanted to fucking cry so bad, but I needed to be tough though.
"How?" I said, a little bit more firm this time.
He got up, "Tate, I could be fucking bullied for being gay, my parents could disown me, Jenni's going to hate me, I'll be the laughing stock of the whole fucking school!"
Now he was angrier, but not as much as I thought he would be. He could be as loud as he wanted, his parents, sister, and brothers weren't here to say anything or hear it.
I got mad too, how could Bobby say that? Did he not know that I already suffer those things firsthand? Now, I was the one who was angry, especially when I was the one that suffered the most here.
I got up and decided that I didn't need to talk to Bobby right now--for he wasn't in the mood to talk about this anyway. I needed to leave and talk to Ivan, I needed someone that actually wanted to hear me out.
"What the fuck are you doing, Tate?" Bobby asked, still mad.
As I pulled my shirt off my head, I noticed that I was already starting to cry. These were tears that were silent and couldn't help but fall. I didn't care at this point, I was mad and on the verge of bawling my life out--Bobby was not the person I wanted to cry to.
"I'm going to school." I said, grabbing my denim-covered messenger bag.
Bobby grabbed a hold of my arm before I could even reach it, his grip was so tight and hard, I thought he was going to break my arm in half.
"Why? It's not even time to go yet, stay." Bobby said, a little more demanding than pleading.
"Because you're so blinded by the fact that this is all going to fucking end this year!" I yelled, letting out the anger inside me.
I've had enough this time, so I decided to seal my fate with the words I'm never suppose to say. I've done away with my silent tone in this relationship, I'm not shutting my mouth any longer.
"Tate! You're being a fucking cunt! I said we don't have to talk about this right now! Why are you so fucking stupid!" he said, pulling me in closer.
Then he did the most disgusting thing ever--he kissed me with a hard passion. I knew this kiss was suppose to mesmerize me into thinking it's all okay and dandy, but the reality was that he didn't really listen to me. He was using his god-like beauty to cover all the things I just unraveled--he wouldn't get away this time though. I was going to be stronger this time around.
I pushed him away, and then sealed my fate completely. I smacked his face with my left hand--making a loud noise that echoed on his blue walls that were silent and watching this breakout happen. I realized what I had done, and immediately felt bad for what I had done to my precious Bobby Maxwell. I saw that Bobby's face was twisted between angry and surprise--that I even slapped his face.
I grabbed Bobby's face and held it to mine, "I'm so sorry, Bobby! I didn't mean that."
Then he pushed my hands off my face and grabbed both my arms, gripping them painfully with his undeniable strength. I was scared now, no longer stronger than what I had originally thought. Now, Bobby was going to beat me and break up with me--the one thing I was afraid of.
Even through my obvious fear, I wanted to speak--so I did.
"Bobby? Talk to me." I asked quietly, sounding ten times more scared than before.
He looked at me with his angry blue eyes, telling me that he didn't want to talk and that what I had done was stupid and reckless. He wanted me to know that, and I did--regretting it completely now.
"Tate," he started, anger-restrained deep in his voice, "please fucking leave before I do something I'll regret doing to you. I'm so fucking aggravated with you, Tate, and I think it's better if you leave, so I don't have hurt you. We'll talk later okay?"
I gulped and nodded, telling him that I was listening and that I was agreeing to him. I was afraid of what he would do, so I didn't want to provoke him any further. It was no use any way, he wasn't listening and it was going to cost my precious life if I defied him. I don't wanna lose him now, since I wasn't well-prepared and clueless to how I could live without Bobby's touch and his brand of somewhat loving.
I needed to be smart about this than throw it out of proportion. I needed a plan and a backup plan to how this is all going to fall. I need to know what Bobby really wanted without him trying to kill me or abuse me like a battered woman. I wasn't about to suffer from his "abuse", or impending abuse.
But right now, I was too busy thinking about how I could make Bobby happy and not mad at me. I wanted to please him--maybe a blowjob would do--but most of all, I wanted him to not consider ending this relationship.
I turned to Bobby as I was at the door frame of his room, feeling terrible and dead inside. I was no longer that strong boy a few minutes ago. Now, I was the scared boy that I was afraid of his boyfriend.
How quint.
"Bobby?" I asked, looking at him pleadingly.
He was pacing his bedroom, kicking clothes and items that were on the floor and in his way. He was either nervous or freaking out in his mind. He was kind of the silent one when it came to being angry and mad. I didn't want to mess with him any further though, so I needed to leave.
"What?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
"I love you," I said, sounding like a desperate girl.
He looked away, "I'll see you later, Tate."
I turned away and walked out, tears running down my face silently. I felt the stab of his cold shoulder going into my heart, leaving me breathless and dying for hope. He was leaving me with no choice, but to figure out things on my own, to see if I'll make the wrong decisions.
I was crying now, this is what us--us.
And I was the one that was suffering from it.
As I finished writing the last few sentences of my essay down on my test, I heard the bell ring--thank god. I grabbed my bag as Ivan was standing by my desk waiting for me to finish packing my things. I was always a slow writer when it came to essays--one of my academic flaws--but I was a quick thinker, so I thought of topics easily. Ivan wrote as fast as the roadrunner's running skills, but he struggled on subjects to write about--therefore, making slower writing better than hand movements.
"So, how was the test?" I asked, throwing my decorated, denim, messenger bag over my shoulders.
"Ugh, disgustingly hard. Especially the writing part, the topic was so hard to think of. I literally sat there and stared at the paper for about 45 minutes till I thought of the perfect topic." Ivan replied, fixing the creases made in his tan "man-skirt".
It wasn't really appealing to me as something to wear, but he was at least fashionable--some can't even dress in this school. Wouldn't be Ivan if he didn't come with his insane sets of clothing. Wouldn't be me if I wasn't desperately crushing on straight guys--meaning we all have our flaws. Wouldn't be human if we didn't have our hearts.
"Well, it took me forever to write the whole thing out! My hand is literally twitching with pain and soreness!" I said, getting up from my desk and gathering my pencils and erasers.
Ivan grinned, "Well, not from writing that is. Maybe the soreness is coming from Bobby's penis being inside 24/7."
It would have been funny if I wasn't so mad and depressed about what had happened this morning. I was sore from sex last night, but I didn't mind it though--reminds me that I'm not lonely. But this joke was not funny as of today.
I sighed, "Well, I'm sore back there and from the fight we had this morning."
Ivan's eyes lit up, "Why? Did he hurt you?"
"No," I replied, starting towards the door.
Ivan followed suit, his skirt swaying with his girl-like movements--oh the flamboyant child. He was also wearing color-reaction shoes that fitted with his plaid blazer.
"Don't tell me you guys broke the condom," Ivan said, with all seriousness in his voice.
I almost ran into the door frame of the classroom door, stopping immediately at that question. Did Ivan really ask me that? Ugh, friends really do love you huh? Well, Ivan and I are best friends, so it wasn't really weird to talk to about this in the air--I mean, we practically talked about sex the other day.
I turned to Ivan, who had a serious look on his face, "Ivan, it's not that. Even if Bobby doesn't use a condom, it's not about that. Plus, I'm careful. Remember that."
He placed his hands on his hips, "Well, I just wanted to know. Can't be letting closeted, douche bag jocks planting their seeds inside you. Those type of guys like to breed gays."
I turned red, thinking about how Bobby sometimes doesn't pull out. I'd rather not think about that though--it's only been a couple of times that he's done that when he's in his sex lust mode at full throttle. Like a werewolf on a full moon--sexually crazy and fuck insatiable. I've gotta mad at him about it before, but I mean, there's nothing I can do about it--he can't do it with Jenni, so he used my body for darker, sexually desires. Bobby wanted his conquests and I was helpless but to bend down to them. I am such a stupid, stupid person.
I smiled for Ivan's sake, "Well, they secretly want to continue the gay race, despite what they say."
Ivan laughed, "True that my friend, I think they all like us."
I laughed along with him, glad that we were off the subject of Bobby--I've heard enough about him today. From the freshmen girls conversing about how hot he is to the guys admiring his football skills, it was starting to annoy me. Also, it was reminding me of how easy it was for Bobby to leave me for another gay guy at this school--there's plenty of close cases to go around--so he could drop me anytime and be with another guy.
Another one under his belt, coming to the same conclusion. I knew Bobby and I's relationship was going to reach to term limit soon but just how long till it happens? I should be scared, but I was more worried about the others after me. Even if Bobby and I break up, the next gay guy will just go through the same cycle as I did--used up and brokenhearted. But I wasn't going to let that happen--I had to do something about it. I had to change Bobby--even if it was pretty hopeless.
I needed to get my mind off of him though--it felt like I was suffocating with every thought. I'll think about him later.
As we reached into the wide, oceanic colored-hallways, there was a plethora of students. Fells High was so lively sometimes, bustling with kids wanting to go to high school parties after and getting wasted with their parent's drugs--the only reason they even come to school anyways. It was a sad look upon them, but it was true. They only cared about school enough to get the latest tabs on who's parties to attend to and the ever-relentless gossip that butterflies around this school. Glad, I wasn't caught up in that mess.
"So...what's up with your day? Anything interesting?" I asked, reaching our lockers. Gladly, none of us had lockers anywhere near the jocks'.
Ivan opened his locker, "Well, nothing really. Boring, boring, boring."
I averted my eyes from my locker to him, "Really, now? Ivan Walker is totally out of things to do? I find that completely impossible and stupidly unremarkable."
Ivan rolled his eyes, sarcastically. I knew him so well till the point that I knew for a fact that Ivan's going out today or doing something to quench his need to have to fun and live life. Of course I also knew that he was going to somehow try (or force) me into going with him.
"Please, I have my entertainment sources to fill my needs. Also...we're going to Pride tonight, bitch. We're going to get Bobby out of your head and maybe with someone who's just as cute," he started, "and out."
I turned back to my locker, fixing my stuff--feeling a bit weird about it. Pride was Fells Town's most popular gay club, being the one that's closest to the cities and other high schools in the area, meaning that it was crawling with gay teens, lesbians, transgenders, and closet cases all over. I knew Bobby would not like this at all, probably be mad if I ever thought about going. He actually forbid me to even go there, making it clear that I was his and his territory--strange right? He said that if I went there, he'd break up with me on the spot. So I was iffy about going anywhere that involved gay men and boys getting drunk together. Then again, I was missing out, but I did it for Bobby right? Well, Bobby would go to a club or a party without my consent so...
Wait, I said that I needed to not think about Bobby today--I needed to drop those thoughts then.
"Ivan, you know I don't do those type of clubs..." I said, taking my math binder out and stuffing it into my bag.
Ivan raised his brown-blonde eyebrow, "Oh please! You need to have fun, Tate! You let Bobby control you too much. It's like you're his bitch, and he's your sex master. Totally S&M shit there, buddy."
I thought about that for a moment...yep--it was like that if you thought it.
I chuckled at his joke, "I guess it seems like that, except for all the bondage and whips. But it would be the first time I've gone there, and frankly...I'm kind of scared, Ivan."
He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled, "Tate, you're going to be with me. You don't have to worry about it."
"That's what I'm scared of the most," I said, sarcastically.
Then I felt a quick gust of wind come from my locker as it was being slammed shut by some force. Of course, I knew what was happening. It was like a time wrap to me, repeating itself over and over again--or like a broken record. It was like I was used to the fact that these things happen almost everyday and that life has this in store for me since the beginning of time--cursing me altogether.
You know what? Fuck those stupid metaphors, these jocks were about to fuck with Ivan and I--there you go, simple.
I turned to feel the full force of one of the stupid, homophobic jocks pushing me back against the cold, teal, metallic lockers. My back was greeted with the pain being stabbing by the protruding handles of the lockers--but this wasn't the worst pain I've had to deal with. There were those days where Ivan and I got jumped by the jocks--now that was the worst pain I've felt.
We were about to find out if one of those days were going to happen again today.
I looked up to see Bobby, and his crew of jocks. Hal, James, Davis, and the rest just standing there. I bet you could guess what's next in line for me.
FML, or as Bobby would say--fuck me lovely.
(Until the next chapter dear fans.)
Chapter 3: One Night, One Direction (Pun.)
So guys!!!!!! I'm sorry that this chapter's been on delay a little, but I'm here and I'm ready to go on with this story's development.
I'm sorry that this chapter's a little short, don't worry, it doesn't happen often and I promise that the next chapter's going to be a longer one.
Also, I know it's a little slow with the plotline, but trust me. It's going to be revved up in the next chapter! Just you wait!
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