From the Mind of Me

In Circles

Warnings and stuff only noobs care about- This story has gay people that fall in love with each other. Yay. It also has gay fucking, and other gay-related things. In short, this story is pretty damn gay. So if that sounds at all unappealing, go away.

Now that all of the noobs have left, we shall carry on.

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Part One- Chapter One.

Hot days are the worst. The only thing worse than a really fucking hot day is a really fucking cold day. But on a really fucking hot day you wish it was a really fucking cold day to cool you down, and on a really fucking cold day you wish it was a really fucking hot day to warm you up. So we’re all just hypocrites when it comes to the weather, really.

Anyway, so on this particular really fucking hot day, I’m driving my car with two idiots in the back and my friend in the passenger seat. These two idiots being Mark and Marshall who really just don’t know how to shut up. At least, not when they’re around each other. I swear they have this weird sex drive that causes them to talk endlessly whenever within a certain distance of one another. Well, maybe that’s not a sex drive, but it’s a drive.

Then there’s Tony, who like me, is silent, unmotivated to open his mouth for any reason but to tell Bevis and Butthead to shut the fuck up. Meaning Mark and Marshall.

So anyway, it’s a really fucking hot day, if I haven’t established this already. I’m driving down one of the side streets when I spot my ideal damsel in distress.

Okay, not exactly, more like a really unhappy, and sweaty looking kid in a school uniform with an exceptionally cute ass.

Here I am, in my nice air-conditioned car, about to drive past the poor little fuckable thing without any regard for his wellbeing. Well, I’m just not that mean, so with a quick thought, I slam on the breaks.

“Tony,” I said. Tony jerked toward me and glared like he was going to kill me. See what I mean? He’s dangerous when pissed off.

“Get in the back,” I ignored his glared.

“What?”

“Get. In. The. Back!” I ordered, pointing.

“No fucking way, I’m not sitting anywhere near those…”

“Tony!” I cut him off.

“Fine,” He grumbled. He jerked open the car door, got out and shut it. Mark scooted over closer to Marsh so he could get in, and Marsh giggled madly when Mark accidentally put his hand on his thigh while scooting. Mark gasped and snatched it away. Tony sat down, grumbling something to himself, and I started driving slowly up behind my target.

Hmm, his ass looks even more wonderful up close.

I pulled up beside him and rolled down my window, he didn’t notice me.

“Hey!” I shouted and he stopped. He turned around and I grinned, he looked lost and miserable and adorable and oh my god I want to get him in here and rape him. “Need a ride?” He’s got dirty blond hair, and right now it’s all matted down and has just the right amount of wetness to make it look like he just had hot, sweaty sex. He’s nervously playing with the rim of his shirt, staring at me with this sort of clueless mouth-hanging-open look.

“Uh…” He moved some sweaty hair out of his face. “Do I know you?”

“My name’s Shane,” I replied, rather impatiently. “It’s almost a hundred degrees out, c’mon, I got air conditioning,” I urged him, giving him a flirty smile. Only to him it probably just looked friendly, which is a good thing.

“Uhm… okay,” With that he started around to the passenger side of the car.

“You’re such an ass, Shane,” Tony grunted. I grinned back at him to see him slouched in his seat. Marsh and Mark were fighting over what each of them thought red gummy worms tasted like.

The passenger side door opened and in came my beautiful ex-boyfriend to be.

“Hey,” I smirked when he sat down. He looked at me warily and gave a little ‘hey’ of his own. I chuckled.

“And you are?” I said.

“Jason,” He replied, nodding. “Canton,” He was hugging his backpack, hiding behind it actually. Inconspicuously of course, but I wanted to snatch it away as it was crippling my view of him.

I hummed and stepped on the gas again. “Nice name,” I complimented.

“Uh. Thanks,” He shrugged, ducking even further behind his backpack. I laughed to myself and looked back at Tony in the rear view mirror. He was giving me this deadly glare that made me want to hide. It was a glare that said “How dare you kick me out of my seat and let some sophomore (that’s so much sexier than me) sit in it.” Or at least, that’s what it said to me. To each their own.

I think he’s a sophomore, but I’m just guessing by his height.

“So Jason,” Mark decided he was going to be social. He’ll end up scaring the kid away though, I know these things.

“Yeah?” I didn’t think it was possible but Jason actually slouched lower in his seat.

“Do you um… have a girlfriend?” Mark asked. I think I may have gagged.

“Uh. No,” Jason replied bluntly. Yay!

“Oh neat! What do you know, Shane, you’re in luck!” Mark poked my shoulder. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, resisting the urge to smack him. I knew it was his goal to scare away all my potential lovers.

“My house is on Main Street,” Jason said, sounding rather annoyed and anxious to run away. I really am going to smack Mark.

“Wow! What do you know! So is Shane’s!” Mark gasped. “What a coincidence!” He clapped his hands together like the moron he is.

“Must be soul mates,” Tony murmured sarcastically. Jason seemed frozen, definitely freaked out. Oh well, at least Marsh hadn’t said anything, that would’ve been a real disaster.

Come to think of it, Marsh seems to be hiding, acting like he’s not here. Weird.

“I’ll drop you three off first then,” I said. This will work perfectly. I’ll drop Tony and Marsh off, and then Mark who lives all the way across town. Then it’ll be just me and Jason alone for the ride back. I’m a genius.

“But Shane, wasn’t I supposed to come over so we could finish that project,” Marsh said in a surprisingly sane manner. But shit, he’s right, which means my plan is foiled. Damn art projects to hell.

I dropped off Tony first, as planned, who gave me the finger when I waved. He smiled a little too, so I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in trouble. After that it was off to Mark’s, which I hurried along because he kept asking Jason stupid questions like “How are your parents? Do you have any fishies? Do they have names? Can I have one?” And shit like that.

Finally I pulled up to his house and urged him rudely out of my car. He whined and told me I was a horrible friend and that he hoped I’d drown in my mother’s upstairs bathroom’s toilet water. Typical Mark.

So then it was just me, Jason, and Marsh. Marsh was still playing the silent game, which I found to be pure luck. Then again, he usually is rather quiet when Mark’s not around. Anyway, this gives me the opportunity to talk to Mr. Canton.

“So, I haven’t seen you around school, are you new?” I asked him.

“I moved here during the summer, started my sophomore year at the beginning of this year,” He replied. Yay, conversation! And I was right about his class level, another yay.

“Oh, cool. Make any friends?” I continued my small talk.

“Yeah, I guess,” He shrugged. He seems so bored and uninterested, which isn’t really normal for me. I mean usually by now the guy knows I’m flirting and really just want in his pants. He either runs away, or starts flirting back. But this one seems completely oblivious… either that or he’s just answering my questions like a good boy so that after I drop him off he can escape and never speak to me again.

“We should hang out sometime,” I say, sort-of bravely.

“Uhh… well, I’m kind of busy… all the time,” He replies. Wow, rejection, I feel unloved now. Usually they just throw shit at me and run away, but he just throws my words back in my face. Bitch.

“Unless you want to help me unpack, that is?” He adds, trying to recover from his rudeness yet still hoping I’ll be disgusted by the idea. Truthfully, I am, but not as much as I want to tap that ass.

“I’d love to,” I say in an evil, in-your-face voice.

“Oh,” He says quietly, defeated.

“When?” I insist.

“Uhh… Friday? After School?” Ha! I win! I got a date… well, not really, but close enough.

“Sounds good, I’ll drive you home again, Cupcake,” I nod. He slouches even lower in his seat. I look at Marsh in the rear view mirror and he’s staring out the window at nothing. Weird.

I can’t wait until Friday.

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“Shaaane,” Marsh whined “I’m bored!”

After dropping Jason off I took Marsh to my house so we could finish the project. Well, it’s finished and it sucks, but it’ll probably get an A anyway. Now we’re sitting on the couch and Marsh is complaining that he wants to go home but I don’t feel like driving him.

“Your house is boring!” He pouts. “Take me home or give me something to doooo,” He drawled.

“You could blow me,” I say nonchalantly. Not that I’m overly horny at the moment, but at least it would shut him up.

“Really? Can I? Oh my god! I’m so honored that you, Shane Fulmer, would let me put my hands… I mean lips… and erm… tongue… on your…”

“Please do not finish that sentence,” A deep voice came from the kitchen doorway. Marsh and I both turned our head in the direction.

“Sorry, Mars,” Marsh grinned. “Didn’t see you there,” He said.

Mars is my brother. He and Marsh are both named Marshall but my brother goes by Mars and Marsh goes by Marsh. Confused? Anyway, he’s standing there with his perfect dull brown hair and his godly-shaped baby-face and innocent eyes. I think that if he had long wavy, slightly darker hair, he would be the perfect vision of Jesus.

Mars is like my legal guardian. Okay, he is my legal guardian, but I still see him as just a brother. He’s twenty-two and he’s got a job as some sort of office assistant to raise money for college. He’s freakishly nice and obsessed with good manners and hates being crude, or being in the presence of crudeness. He’s also extremely charming without really realizing it. And he’s attractive. Any girl or gay man would fall head over heals for him. But it’s too bad, because he’s asexual, or so he claims.

I like to think he’s a fag but loves Jesus too much to admit it.

Anyway, so he’s standing in the doorway in a suit with a mug, a briefcase, and his jacket hanging over his shoulder. Looking particularly adorable if I can say that without being accused of incest. And Marsh has an enormous crush on him… or more, really, really wants to fuck him.

“Good afternoon, Marsh,” Mars greeted and Marsh giggled, likely at the formality.

“Afternoon,” Marsh saluted him. Mars nodded at me and started toward the door, he’s always been a little wary of all my friends when they come over. I don’t blame him, they aren’t exactly normal, Marsh in particular.

“Tell Natalie I put more money on her cell phone, and yours is filled again too,” Mars called to me as he turned the knob and opened the front door. I don’t get why he keeps having to put money on my phone, I keep it charged but I haven’t used it in ages. “Have a good evening, call me if anything happens,” He said. I turned to wave and I saw this worried look on his face as he eyed Marsh and I sitting on the couch.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be good,” I rolled my eyes.

“And if not, we’ll clean up afterwards,” Marsh added, giving him a sly grin. Mars swallowed, forces a smile and nodded, pulling the door shut behind him.

If it isn’t obvious, Mars is really insecure about both my sexuality and that of the people who I invite over to the house. Marsh isn’t really gay so much as just sexual, and fucks anything that moves. Luckily for Mars though, I’d never bottom for Marsh and Marsh would never bottom for me, so I’m pretty content nothing will happen.

“That Jason kid was at my house the other day,” Marsh said idly, snatching the TV remote up off the coffee table in front of us.

“Really?” So that’s why he was being all quiet and… normal in the car. “Why?”

“Teresa invited him over to fuck or something, I don’t know,” Marsh shrugged.

“Meaning… he’s friends with your sister?” I improvised. I doubt Teresa would invite anyone over to fuck, she’s anti-sex or something creepy like that.

“Yeah, and he’s weird,” Marsh seemed to shudder. “He… like… looks at me funny! For no reason… like he hates me. It’s scary,” He slouched.

“Ever think it might be because Teresa told him what a raging sex fiend you are?” I suggested.

“Nah, she doesn’t know about that,” He shook his head. I shrugged, but didn’t believe him. Marsh is the least subtle person I’ve ever met when it comes to having sex. He’d do it on the living room floor and wouldn’t even notice if someone came in and started screaming.

I’d know. I’ve watched it happen.

“So… you think if he came over again you could talk to him for me?”

“Hell no!” Marsh barked. “I told you, he’s weird and scary and he creeps me out,” He snorted. I ‘hmphed’ and slumped in my seat. Guess I’ll just have to seek him out at school tomorrow.

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It’s five AM when my alarm goes off the next morning, as it does every morning. I’d like to say I’m a morning person and that I throw the covers off and hop right out of my bed and greet the new day! Sadly, I’m not.

Instead I groan, roll over and search around blindly with my hand on the desk for the alarm clock and it’s snooze button. Unfortunately, once I find the alarm, I only succeed in knocking it onto the floor. Oh well, no snoozing for me.

I groan again and shove my sheet off and turn to sit on the edge of the bed. Glaring down at the bitch of a clock that’s making the damn noise. I mean, how dare it wake me up from the best wet dream in history? I have the best wet dream in history every night, by the way.

Anyway, so I refrain from just kicking the damn thing and hit the OFF button with my toe before pushing up off the bed. My eyes are still only half open as I make my way to the shower. I always have to take a shower early otherwise I never get a chance. What with Mars taking one at five thirty, and Natalie who takes one at six and takes for fucking ever. So yeah, I’m stuck waking up early.

But it works, since I have to go across town and pick up Mark for school everyday. He has a license but no car, and his parents take the only car he has access to. The high school is too cheap to get bussing so I’m stuck picking him up every morning so he doesn’t have to start walking at 4 AM just to get there on time. I know, I’m so nice, right?

Actually, Mars makes me do it. He’s sympathetic like that, toward everyone but his family members.

You know those mirrors that show your whole body? Yeah. We have one in our bathroom. I don’t know why, because it’s not like you go in there to take a shower and then go to check to see what you look like naked. But anyway, I love it because I’ll get undressed, look over, and there’s this gorgeous sexy naked guy like RIGHT there. Oh my god I want to fuck him.

He has the sexiest floofy black hair that is cut off just a little below his ears. It’s thick and straight and bounces whenever he turns his head. His eyes are the color of honey, only have just the right amount of brown thrown in to make them completely captivating. His body is just so utterly perfect, the muscle just barely shows, enough to say he’s exceptionally healthy, but doesn’t lack a life enough to go work out at the gym for hours every day.

His skin is the perfect shade of tan and makes his entire body glow. It almost makes him look foreign. His penis… well… we won’t get into that right now. But it is gorgeous.

So, in other words, I’m a bit of a narcissist, at least when it comes to my appearance. I’m hot, bitches.

I give him a wink and turn toward the shower.

Showers are boring. I hate them. I don’t like the feeling of my hair being all wet and matted down to my head. I also don’t like suffocating on steam but I’m cold if the water isn’t steaming hot. I choose suffocation over cold. I guess it’s worth it though, because without showers I feel all dirty. Naturally

So when I get out, the whole room is drenched in water vapor, the mirror is all covered in it, so I decide to write a message.

“Jesus was here”

Haha. Mars will love that. He’ll probably come running to us before he leaves for work shouting that he got a message from the Lord. That would make my day.

Anyway, after that I get dressed and ate food. Food being left over pizza, because pancakes are disgusting, whether Natalie has already set a plate of them out for me or not.

“Shane!” She spotted me eating the pizza and did that whole offended female “ugh” sound and planted her hands on her hips, giving me this look. I suppressed a giggle.

“I made breakfast for you, if you didn’t notice,” She gestured ever so violently toward the pancakes on the table, almost knocking over the syrup. This time I did giggle.

“Mmm,” I took another bite of the pizza. “Pizza is good.”

She did the “ugh” sound again and put the plate in front of the chair in which Mars tends to sit. After that she stomped out of the room and I heard the thump thumps going up the stairs.

A minute later Mars comes striding into the room with his perfect perky walk and his hair all nice and dry and combed. He’s dressed in a suit, omitting the jacket, looking like he was already in the office.

I want to say something about him spilling syrup on his shirt, but I stay quiet.

“Good morning,” He nodded at me with a little greeting smile. I grunted a little and nodded back. “If I don’t get a chance before I leave, could you thank Natalie for making me breakfast?” He asked as he took a seat in front of the pancakes that were formerly mine.

“How do you know I didn’t make those?” I think I was wearing the same offended look that Natalie had been. ‘Cause I’m just as capable of making pancakes as she is.

Mars simply gave me a look, which answered by question.

He ate in his spiffy, proper manner, and I continued to shove large bites of the yummy pizza into my mouth. “It wasn’t funny what you wrote on the mirror, Shane,” He said after one of the pancakes had disappeared.

“Me?” I said, the innocence in my voice and eyes could outshine baby Jesus. “God did that,” I pointed at the ceiling.

“Mhm,” Mars put another bite of pancake in his mouth.

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God damn it, I can’t find Mr. Canton anywhere in the hallways. It’s already third period and I’ve had this overwhelming urge to bug him ever since I arrived at school. It’s like he’s avoiding me!

You know what? He probably is.

Mark and Marsh are giggling in the corner, having a game of poke-tag. Mrs. Stark hasn’t even glanced at them, she’s staring at her computer with her mouth hanging open. If I weren’t so far away I think I could point out some drool dripping down her chin too.

I’m supposed to be doing some sort of paper thing or something. But it’s not a test, and today I don’t feel like doing shit. Just sitting hear and thinking about how I’m going to lure the beautiful innocence into my sex scheme. Holy fuck, I bet he’s a virgin…

I’m up as soon as the bell rings, and this time I’m going to fucking find that little bitch, no matter how much he wants to hide from me. And guess what? I do. As soon as I leave the class I spot him at a locker across from the doorway. Awesome, I know where his locker is now! He will involuntarily meet me there between every class from now on. That’s how much of a bitch I am.

There’s this insignificant looking guy on one side, talking to him. He’s got insignificant dark brown hair that’s styled in an insignificant way. The voice he mumbles in to Jason is also: you guessed it, insignificant. Jason looks kind of annoyed by his presence, which makes me happy.

Teresa, Marsh’s sister, is standing on the other side, leaning against one of the other lockers with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes over and over again. She’s the kind of person that owns everyone and anyone in verbal fights, she’s fucking evil, and is a walking encyclopedia. She also has an insignificant appearance, wavy brunette hair, typical casual wear. But her eyes are different, they are drenched with the presence of evil.

She scares me.

But I’m going over there anyway! So I do.

“Hey Jason,” I ignore the death glare I’m getting from the freaky girl as soon as I make my presence known. Jason looks back at me and so does his male friend. Jason looks unfazed, but the male friend’s eyes get freakishly big and his cheeks turn bright red. He falls flat against one of the lockers and just stares at me.

“Hi,” He breathes.

I’m a little weirded out by the way he’s looking at me but then I realize…

Oh. I can’t help but smirk at him. I have a secret admirer, how cute. This will be fun.

“Hi,” My attention is now on the friend. “I’m Shane,” I stick out a hand for him to shake. He looks at it like it’s the greatest, yet the most horrible thing he’s ever been offered. Finally he shakes it.

“Clark,” He says in a surprisingly smooth voice. Seems to be regaining his cool. Pity.

“Jason, we’re still on for Friday, right?” I turn to the annoyed boy beside him.

“Uh, sure,” He shrugs. Insignificant Clark’s head neck snaps and he’s staring at Jason with intense eyes, obvious jealousy. God I love when people want me.

“Cool,” I give Jason a pat on the shoulder and he sort of subtly shakes my hand off. I frown and then turn to leave. I decide I’m going to pout and stomp all the way to my next class.

I hate when people don’t want me.

A/N- I don’t like this chapter :P. I liked it when I first wrote it and then I looked back and realized that it was kind of… shit.

Regardless, I have continued off of it, so hopefully if you can get through this one the second one is much more lovely.

I also do remember saying that I wouldn’t post this until I am well into chapter four… but I have a gut feeling that I won’t hit a block this time :P. So blah. I trust my gut feelings.

My friend was actually the one who gave me the title idea. It’s temporary, but I like it… kinda fits. Kinda.

Totally off topic- Has anyone noticed how many Vampire sex stories are popping up lately? I blame Twilight. But for once I wish I could find something to read that’s like… entertaining. I think I’ve read FP out of all the good Slashy yumyums. There’s nothing good left. Nothing.

If you disagree, I’d love to be informed about some good slash/ guy on guy romance stories. :D …Not have to be just on FP either. Anywhere. PLEASE. I’m like… desperate. So desperate I’ve read all the stories on my favorites list twice… some three times… one in particular like six times! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Gimme something to read!