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-. -\ Just don't sue me after you explode, maybe even take a few precautions before you explode. Of course not explode per se, more like burn at a relatively even pace until you’re just a hole in the pavement (take me literally, so don’t light yourself covered in red dust where you like the floor). BTW, any concoctions mentioned here when added with fire cause a wicked flame.
Warnings: bad intercourse and things people wished terrorists didn't know. Be paranoid; don’t bother me when the news said you found out how to make a bomb from this story. Blame Wikipedia. Oh, and I warn when the smut starts, not where it ends. Because only true fan girls and fan boys may read this. Cuz I’m a proud supporter of the gay Mafioso. Oh, and there’s probably going to be some bi stuff too, and straight people may be hinting that they do straight things. ai. Yaoi. And sex with a sparkly fedora in the picture somewhere. Cuz it’s hot.
Chapter Two
You’re like a peep! Colorful and pretty on the outside, just FLUFF on the inside! (Ooh!)
In a city called New York of the state with the same name there was a boy christened Marc was hanging out with his old crush with whom he had absolutely no love interest with now, and is presently inching closer to despising every second they’re together.
“Hey, Marc, what are you doing this weekend?”
“Not much, why are you asking?”
“I just thought that you were going to go the party at Trigun’s. You two were pretty cool for a minute. Knew it wouldn’t last.”
“It doesn’t really matter if I was invited or not, I’m crashing it anyways. I’m on the squad and the cheerleaders always drive in one van. I’ve always been the designated driver, and no little bit of animosity from the host could keep me from watching after the squad. I’ll let the girls have one drink at Trigun’s party and then we’ll go clubbing.”
“Can you be my ride too?”
Marc gave Frenchie a sparkling smile. It was obvious that Frenchie only wanted to build up our friendship for sex with the girls always around me.
“Can you blow me?”
Frenchie’s only response to my pleasant smirk was a look that promised death and castration. he soon covered up that glint with a noncommittal look of innocence.
“I don’t want to, but, but you see, it’s been weeks. WEEKS I tell you and I’m starting quarterback. It’s only fair that I get to maybe, I don’t know, at least talk to a cheerleader. They looked nice, goodly nice!”
Marc gave a half-assed stare at Frenchie. Marc’s not sure if Frenchie would actually give the blowjob and, truthfully, Marc almost prefer if Marc didn’t. Marc has known Frenchie forever and anything sexual could definitely ruin the relationship we have now. Hell, it may even give Frenchie a look into my life if Marc’s around for long enough. It’s not safe to let a manipulative person like Frenchie too far into your head and being even close to properly guessing my intelligence is too damn far.
“Do you think that’s a logical excuse? Frenchie, my girls aren’t pregnant yet and I’m proud of that. You concentrate on football, get our school a medal and I will consider letting you ride with us to a club or something. Just make sure she takes her pills afterwards, okay”
Marc play the manlier type of cheerleading by promising a cheerleader for every team member of a championship team. It does wonders on encouraging the teams; since we all know, the best way to make it to the semi-finals is prostitution. Hear that kids?
“You don’t know what it’s like for me. I play this sport and work hard in it so I’d have a nice high school career. You are ruining it. Come on now Marc, you’ve known me since before pre-k! Our parents have even known each other before we were born. You can’t stiff me like this.”
“Do you think I care?”
“Do you want everyone to know you had a crush on Terrence Calzuofer in fifth grade?”
Marc can’t help but sigh. Marc detest losing an argument, which was the only force holding me from saying yes to Frenchie, but was the far-gone chastity of a girl Marc didn’t even like a worthy trade for my dignity? It never really was, but Marc still liked Frenchie much less than any girl on the squad.
Marc hadn’t even had a crush on Terrence at any time in my life, much less fifth grade, and had merely used it as a badly chosen diversion from the truth. A young and mindless Frenchie unknowingly pushed me out of the closet, as though we hadn’t known of the meaning of the word short of what you put clothes in, while Marc was supposedly dating more than half the fifth grade girls in Charleston Elementary, though it was all fun at that time. The little boy blonde did not understand how some things should be kept a secret, though it was debatable if the secret came out a little quicker since his crush had a crush on Marc. . he kept that Marc had told him about a crush on Terrance under wraps, but the fact that Marc was capable of having a crush on a guy was known to everyone by the next day that time. Shockingly enough, it didn’t really change much, except for everyone saying Marc’s gay, regardless of how many girls whose first kiss he’d stolen and continued to steal.
“No, don’t tell anybody about that.”
‘Because if you don’t promise not to right now I will kill you.’
Frenchie let out a sigh since he felt mildly threatened from the suddenly hostile atmosphere. he was used to the sudden aggression from dealing with Marc, since Frenchie was the closest thing to a best friend that Marc was capable of accepting their school. he didn’t react as negatively as he used to and get into a fight with Marc whenever he got mad at Marc. Those fights always left him unconscious and bleeding on the floor, and then he had to deal with a cold shoulder from the squad, as if he hadn’t just been released from the hospital.
“I was joking about telling Calzuofer. I’m still good for your first option.”
‘Wait, is I talking about the blowjob? I don’t remember mentioning any other options.’
“Are you kidding me?”
‘I didn’t know Frenchie could go that way.’
“Nope.”
“Awesome, come here babe.”
Frenchie stepped closer to Marc, leaving intimately few inches apart. Marc Dillen stood two inches over six feet tall, yet Frenchie stood four inches over him. They realized their height differences at the same time, and while Frenchie just smirked down at Marc, Marc paled and quickly placed his hand on top of Frenchie’s head, and tried to push it down, way down.
“No Marc, I’m doing this my way. My way isn’t in public.”
There was a major roadway in front of the school and they were standing in clear view of it, especially since it was broad daylight. People driving by were even staring at them because their only contest for attention couldn’t move. Marc seriously wanted to argue that Frenchie sure as hell wasn’t the dominant one, but exhibitionism has never been one of his turn-ons.
“Fine, we’ll go to my house.”
“Up to my room,” Marc replied.
“With a boy?”
“Yeah…”
“No.”
Marc rolled his eyes and pulled Frenchie in to whisper in his ear. “Go up to my room, I’ll be up there in a minute.”
Frenchie smiled innocently, groped Marc’s bottom, and ran up the stairs all in under five seconds. Marc stood frozen, horrified for more reasons than one and contemplating giving up the free blow job. he was shaken out of his stupor by his bedroom door slamming.
“Haha, boys, you know how we can be,” he tried joking, but from the look on his parents’ faces he knew his fabrication wasn’t bought. They looked ready to call
“All I know is that you’re cheating on that boy you’ve been IMing!”
“How can I be cheating on a guy I instant message? I’ve never met him, he knows absolutely nothing about me, and there is no one I could even cheat on someone with for miles!”
Marc was throwing his hands up in the air, daring them to dispute him. he could act like the spoiled little brat since they had made him that way and it was sort of endearing. Aye, the spoilt fruits of their labors. Spoilt so bad he has the conversation skills of Hitler in post World War I Germany. After all, if you lie big enough, loud enough, often enough, your lie will become the truth.
“Did you not see the guy that just went up to your room? Moreover, yes, to a nerd, instant messaging is the make up of a very fervent love affair. I was reading all the stuff he had typed to you on your computer and I think he’s in deep.”
Marc glared at them for a moment before giving up the angry demeanor and letting my face relax into a little smirk.
“It’s nice though. It’s like a little pick me up to help me through the day. I gave him my cell phone number so he could text me these cute little aphorisms. They’re zealous, but it’s still a nice non-threatening ego trip,” he then snapped, “Hey! Have you been insinuating that I’m gay? Do you think I’d do sexual stuff with that guy?”
“Erm,” his parents stared blinkingly at him for a moment. They knew that it was common sense that the boy shouldn’t be allowed in Marc’s room, but for a second forgot why since they were so quickly barreled with that question, they then remembered. “You told us you were gay about… two days ago, when we let a girl up to your room.”
“Well, I was just saying that so you’d let me and that girl go upstairs. I’m actually straight. I don’t want to have my dirty ways with Frenchie up there!”
“Well we don’t believe you at all. You could even be lying now. I don’t know if you were lying now or then. Parental instinct tells me you were lying both times. Of course I always feel like you’re lying.”
Little did they know that it was possible for a guy be attracted to both men and women. No one except Marc himself seemed to be able to grasp the concept of Marc’s bisexuality, and Marc surely wasn’t going to help them figure it out. It’s obvious when you look at it on face value. Marc has sex with girls, and then he has sex with guys. From then perhaps someone would grasp that he’s just a cold hearted ass and not a confused boy who has sex with girls only because he was pressured into it by the slut, but is innocent by himself", which my fan club likes to think. Marc’s only worried because so many people in the world is stupid since no one has been able to find out the real him. He’s still joyous as hell that he can get into a no strings sexual relationship with only a few hot looks exchanging visages and an empty broom closet. Compared to the full on Victorian Era courting that the girls at his school had come to expect, this was a given.
“Look, I’m not saying you can’t bring people over to this house, you just can’t keep anyone in your room. What does the game room lack that your room has?”
‘A respectable horizontal surface.’
“…porn, it lacks porn. I meant to show Frenchie porn.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s been in the game room since you started middle school! We even moved the stash out of your room when you were thirteen just hoping that you would stop taking those thick jocks up to your room.”
“What jock looks at gay porn?”
“The jock that just walked by here, with your school’s purple and gold football letterman.”
“Oh, yeah… hey, do ya’ll think Frenchie may like guys? he has been hinting it to me for a while now. Well, I need to change out of these sweaty clothes so I’ll be going up to my room, and then to the game room with Frenchie, if that’s what you really want.”
“Yes, we want that at least.”
Marc left his parents and their five-minute confrontation in that sparkling white crystal room. he was careful to locked the door to the game room on the way to his own with Frenchie. This should only take fifteen minutes as it is.
5QU1RR31: lol, always. I have no life.
MarcI: of course SIGH beMOAN AUGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
5QU1RR31: instinct tells me that you want to tell me something. Is there anything wrong?
MarcI: Yes! There is this guy who thinks just because I’d let him give me head, I MUST let him f me right after!!!
5QU1RR31: I know what you mean
Marc spent fifteen minutes signing out and got off of his chair to deal more properly with Frenchie, who was complaining loudly about Marc’s priorities while prodding shamelessly through Marc’s bedroom. Frenchie’s as awesome a houseguest as any rat. Marc was taking this time to sit, and let him wander around my room, since he hadn’t been in the room since Marc ‘came out’ through the wrong closet. Frenchie didn’t care so much when he found out Marc liked guys to be seen with him alto, but when everyone else knew he avoided him, only talking to him when there was no other option like when in an honors class with nerds.
“Why are you on the computer now of all times, and why do you have death mask in your closet?!”
Marc jumped up off of his chair and walked over to Frenchie.
“It’s a part of my uniform. Put it down.”
“And what’s up with this puffy red ball on a string.”
“DON’T TOUCH THAT!”
Frenchie jumped, and cautiously walked away from the perfectly harmless large red puff ball connected by an equally bright string to the four foot, and sharpened, blade. Marc kept it in this closet so that none of his cousins would try playing with it. he didn’t mind much if Frenchie got hurt with my Dao since found in him to find anything involving Frenchie’s pain entertaining. Marc was just more curious as to if Frenchie would actually live up to the arrangement they made, and especially to see if it would have been better had they gotten together back when there was some amity between them. Of course, now it was too late, with Frenchie wanting to top and all.
smut/cold water
“Lay back babe, I’ll show you what I’m made of.” Frenchie whimpered, slowly pulling off his shirt, exposing waxed muscles of tanned steal, the product of abundant steroid use.
“There’s no reason to strip,” Marc grumbled out to deaf ears. Frenchie had become naked in seconds and Marc was mortified, blowjobs shouldn’t require nakedness. he didn't want this to become sex, and that seemed to be what Frenchie was aiming for. It was more of a bad omen than anything else. “Fine, then I’m not lying down or taking off my clothes.”
Frenchie tried to fall to his knees somewhat seductively. he failed. It ended up looking more like a servant begging for his life to a king, though that could be blamed on Marc’s firm and demeaning scowl.
“Talk to me baby. Tell me how it feels. Let me make it good for you.”
Marc rolled his eyes while rushing to unzip his pants. he was hard, but didn’t know how long that would last with the way that Frenchie was going about this.
“Oh sure, slut.”
Frenchie bared his teeth.
“Ow! You could have just said no! But please be careful… CAREFULL I said!... hands off my pants, I am not letting you in them… To be honest, I don’t truly trust you with my cock.” Marc was verging on hysteria now, wondering what had stupidity had led him to getting into this situation in the first place. Apparently loud sex wasn’t one of Marc’s strong points, at least not according to Frenchie. “It is the most coveted thing on my body. You can take away my money; you can even take away my car and my friends, and just let me keep my baby! So please, friend, be careful! Please! Arrgh!”
“You can shut up now.”
Marc was quietly wondering what he would have to do to get Frenchie off of him. It was clear that this entire thing was a mistake, leaving Junior’s life between another man’s jaws. Yet still he knew he had to make the best of it. To panic now and scare the saw-toothed man could be detrimental to Junior’s life.
“Could you take a little more in? Just a little bit, you’ve been on the head for a while now.”
“If you don’t shut up I’m stopping. Or continue with this in my mouth away from you…”
At this point, Marc would be fine if the nightmare would end, but he really did not want to know how Frenchie would take it, since he couldn’t tell which side was serious. Every time he saw himself disappear down Frenchie’ throat his heart silenced, and not in a good way. His hormonal impulses had got him here and now he saw how quickly testosterone could be fleeting.
