You Belong With Me...?

by O. Fletcher, TIM

  By now almost everyone in the room was watching our Mexican standoff. Brad stood rigid, his eyes flicking between my own and the sign in my hands.

  Suddenly Tara pushed her way through the crowd and stood next to Brad.

  “What the hell is going on?” She yelled.

  Neither of us said anything, it seemed Brad was still deliberating on what to do and I didn’t dare to interrupt.

  Tara leaned closer to Brad and moved to put her hand on his shoulder when he whipped his head around to glare at her.

  “Don’t touch me”

  Wow, harsh.

  He smiled broadly and I’m pretty sure everyone in the room, including me, thought he’d lost it.

  “Tara, honey, I have something to tell you.”

  She looked nervous; I almost cracked a vindictive smile.

  “It's over. Permanently. I was only dating you to make my father happy.“

  She looked completely taken aback and as though she was about to cry.

  Brad reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a piece of notepaper. He looked at me and smiled as he unfolded it and held it up.

  ‘I LOVE YOU.’

  No. Fucking. Way.

  He dropped the paper on the table behind him and rushed up to me and pulled me into his arms. I suddenly felt all the tension and fear I’d been harboring leave my body.

  The crowd of seniors started cat-calling us as Brad brought his still shaking lips to mine and kissed me softly.

  After he let me go, my knees a little weaker than before, he climbed atop the nearest table and cleared his throat.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention please.” He paused as he waited for the surprised murmurings to quiet.

  “My name is Brad Stevenson. I am your Senior Class President and I am your football Captain. As my position requires, tonight I am supposed to give you a speech about encouragement, perseverance and the future. However, I have,” he coughed slightly, “very recently come to realize something and I would like you all to know. I’m gay, which you probably guessed from my display a few moments ago. I would also like to remind you that if any of you have a problem with it, please remember that I can and will kick your ass if the need arises.”

  At this point a few of Brad’s’ football friends were whooping and hollering from the back of the crowd. He had their support at least.

  He grinned broadly towards his friends and continued, “Now, I suppose I should do my job and give you some kind of proper speech. Okay here’s what I have to say – Don’t be afraid to be who you are, be good to your mothers and FUCK ACACIA PREP!”

  By the sounds of cheering coming from the crowd I think Brad had quickly won the positive opinions of everyone in his grade.

  “Settle down!” he called, trying to regain their attention, “I’d now like to thank the teachers for helping organize tonight, I’d like to thank God or whatever for helping me to finally get to this point in High School and I’d like to thank Tyler Evans for being the best and most patient friend I could possibly imagine.”

  I started blushing outrageously at the mention of my name. I was suddenly very glad almost no one here knew who I was.

  “Okay, that’s about all I have to say. I hope you have a good night without me, because I suddenly have somewhere else I have to be.” He finished as he jumped off the table, grabbed my hand and started running out of the hall.

  “Brad! Stop! What are you doing?”

  “I’m skipping the rest of my Prom Tyler.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve been so stupid, from the very first time we spoke.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I love you Tyler. LOVE you. And I’ve been absolutely crazy about you since the first few times we conversed through our windows. I’m sorry I’ve been such a total jerk and I want to make it up to you. Please let me take you out on our first proper date?”

  “No,” I said.

  The look on his face was priceless.

  “I ambushed you, I outed you in front of the school. The least I can do is take you out for dinner!”

  He grinned at me, I smirked back. Suddenly I realized I was allowed to kiss him whenever I wanted and that’s exactly what I did.

  For five minutes we stood making out at the entrance of the building. We parted only when we were both completely out of breath.

  “Come on, we’d better get out of here before I tear your clothes off in the fucking Town Hall,” Brad said, panting in my ear.

  We ran outside and hailed the next passing taxi. Unspoken, we made the decision to forgo the date for now and told the driver to take us back to my house. The whole ride home we couldn’t resist touching and kissing each other in the back seat. I felt a little sorry for the cabby. It must have been a little awkward for the poor guy.

  We reached my house, paid the driver and jumped out.

  “Wait, is your mom home?” Brad asked in a worried tone.

  “No, she’s at work tonight,”

  “Thank God, cause’ I’m not planning on sleeping for a while.” he said with a wink.

  I opened the door and we both raced upstairs to my bedroom. I left the main light off and just turned my bedside lamp on.

  Brad started undressing himself when I told him to stop.

  “Why?” he asked, confused.

  “Let’s not rush it,” I said as I slowly started undoing the buttons of his shirt. I next loosened his tie. Soon both items joined his discarded jacket on the floor.

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted.

  “So am I,” he replied in a husky tone, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Tyler. You’re completely in control.”

  I smirked and bit my lip, “I’m not sure I want to be in control,”

  Brad’s eyes grew darker as he breathed out a moan.

  “God, the things I want to do to you…”

  “I want to do them too, it’s just… we’re both virgins, shouldn’t there be candles or something?”

  Brad let out a long laugh and picked me up by my hips. I wrapped my legs around him as his lips once again found my own.

  As though he’d forgotten, Brad suddenly realized I was still fully clothed and dropped me back to my feet.

  “You should be naked by now,” he whispered to me.

  I was more than happy to oblige; I was so horny by this point that the Tux was in danger of ruin.

  I undressed quickly; Brad devouring every new patch of skin that was revealed. Soon, I was in only my boxers, refusing to go any further until he joined me in my near naked state.

  “Now you,” I suggested.

  He quickly complied and I stood in awe of him as he found my desk chair and sat down.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

  “Oh, nothing, just I believe you owe me a show…”

  Bastard.

  “You can’t be serious. Now that we’ve finally gotten it together, you want me to jerk off? Like I haven’t been doing enough of that the last few months,”

  “I’m completely serious, it’s not my fault you were a little pervert and filmed me. It’s only fair that I get to watch you in return.”

  I couldn’t believe him. I would seriously not even question anything sexual he suggested right now as long as it involved both of us. But no…

  “I don’t know, I mean, it’s a bit weird doing it with someone watching…” I said, trying to stall.

  “I know, imagine being filmed at the same time,” he said dryly.

  I sighed in defeat, might as well just do it.

  I closed my eyes then slowly pulled my boxer shorts down. I heard Brad’s sharp intake of breath as I kicked them away from me. I opened my eyes again and moved to lay on my bed, my knees spread wide. Slowly I started touching myself, gripping softly at first – didn’t want the show to be over too soon after all.

  A few minutes in I was so hard it was painful, I was stroking at a fast and steady pace. Up and down,
teasing the head. I was panting; my breath coming out in moans and gasps. I could see Brad stroking himself through his underwear and I wondered why he didn’t just give up and come join me on the bed.

  I was getting really close as I reached into the drawer beside my bed and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Stopping only long enough to uncap and pour a little into my hand, I almost lost it as the cool slick liquid came in contact with the heat of my cock. With my right hand still working me up and down, my left started an adventure downwards. I’d never actually done that to myself before and I was a little apprehensive but I knew how it made me feel when I saw Brad fingering himself so I thought it was time to expand my boundaries, especially if Brad and I were going to start becoming more…intimate.

  My fingers reached down past my balls and at first just my index finger wiggled its way inside.

  That’s different…

  Brad’s eyes were glued to those fingers, watching them jealously as his breathing became ragged with desire.

  “Come over here” he ordered.

  I complied, moving off the bed and straddling his legs without removing my hand from my cock. It was a bit harder to work my fingers in from this position but I managed it and soon I was rocking back and forth pleasuring myself twofold as Brad rutted against me, still in his underwear.

  My rhythm was becoming jagged as I got closer and closer. I shut my eyes, feeling my orgasm coming and after two more pumps of my hand I bit down hard on Brad’s shoulder to stop myself from screaming as I came all over his stomach.

  I suddenly felt more embarrassed than I had before in my life. I started to climb off Brad’s lap, not meeting his eyes when he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me in for a bruising kiss.

  “That was so hot, you have no idea,” he whispered.

  All of a sudden his whole demeanor changed, he went rigid and pushed me off him. I fell to my knees and tried to stand up but he kept pushing me back down.

  “Stay there,” he commanded, his tone sent a shiver of want down my spine.

  Brad was wielding physical dominance over me and fuck, it was sexy. He took off his underwear quickly and stepped towards me. His cock was now only inches from my mouth.

  “Do it.” He ordered. I stared at the bobbing organ in front of me. It was big - long and thick. How was I supposed to suck that thing without gagging?

  I was desperately turned on and had literally dreamed of this for what seemed like an age so I licked my lips and leaned forward. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking in the head then more and more until I had as much as I could fit in without gagging.

  I pulled back, swirling my tongue as I did and quickly plunged back down. Brad let out a satisfied moan so I figured I was doing something right.

  I experimented a little more with my mouth and tongue before Brad couldn’t hold himself back any longer; he gripped my hair and started pumping himself forcefully in and out of my mouth.

  I gagged several times as he fucked my mouth but that just seemed to turn him on even more. He was getting rougher as he got closer, my lips were already swollen and there was pre-come mixed with saliva saturating my hand as I tried to pump him at the same time. He thrust his hips faster and faster until he came with a very loud groan and I felt my mouth fill with a thick, salty liquid. The taste wasn’t entirely unpleasant, just strange.

  After he came back down from his orgasmic high, he fell onto my bed and beckoned me to join him.

  “Wow,” was all he said.

  My sentiments exactly…

  “Yeah,”

  He seemed to be falling asleep as he pulled me flush against his body. He leaned to my ear and whispered, “I love you, Tyler,” before drifting off.

  “I love you too,” I said back before moving Brad around so he was on the bed properly. I then went and grabbed a hot washcloth and wiped us both down so we were no longer covered in dried cum.

  I maneuvered us both under my duvet, turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped myself in Brad’s heavy muscular arms. Before I drifted off, I gazed at his sleeping form; he had a content smile on his beautiful lips and looked as peaceful as I’d ever seen him. I couldn't believe that we finally got here, but I am sure it was meant to be.

  I whispered to his sleeping form, “Brad Stevenson, you belong with me...I think.”

  The End

  About the author

  As a native Australian, TIM O.Fletcher decided that 26 years was enough time spent in the sunlight and hopped aboard a plane to take up residence in bonnie Scotland.

  Cute coming of age stories, forbidden romance and steamy affairs are the specialties of this author who just loves to embrace the cliches!

  When not at the keyboard typing away or bingeing on the latest cringe worthy teen dramas out of the US of A, TIM O.Fletcher enjoys baking, music, dancing and all the Scottish highlands have to offer.

  If you would like to get in touch, we'd love to hear from you at TIMOF.books@gmail.com

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