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Bribing the Queer
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Chapter 5: The day for Robbie

A/N: I would just love to give a quick note. I barely switch pov but I guess I'd like to just for this one chapter and maybe a "special" during later on in other chapters. Maybe...

Robert's POV

Chase moaned right next to my ear, panting and whining for more.

"Robbie, I fucking swear, I'm going to get pissed if you don't do anything else but kiss me here and there and rub your stupid hands against my thighs."

"Be patient," my Spanish accent became thick as I touched his member.

Although Chase would be dubbed as an ass, he was one hot one. His brown hair plastered on his face with a single drop of sweat dripping down from his temple. The beautiful chest and scrawny hands lay limply on the side as his hands grabbed onto my silk mattress covers.

"Rob!" – A long moan sent a nice sensation to my cock – "fuck me please!"

I positioned myself, smiled down at the boy and slowly entered. I would have loved to hear the seventeen year old call out to me, but then it never came. I wonder why, and as I was wondering, a high pitch made it to my ears with agonizing pain...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned and I gently tapped the alarm clock off. It wasn't the first time the dream happened to pop into my head – it went farther before than just kissing the mother fucker that lived next door.

I sat in bed for a while, rubbing my head to clear the image and woke up to the wonderful surprise of a hard-on. Looking next door, I could see Chase's window above mine and wondered if the boy had awoken yet. Probably not.

Finally able to get up and start the long day, I went to get my school clothing (a blue, striped, long-sleeve polo shirt, and a tan chino). After taking a shower, shaving my face, and brushing back my hair, I made my way to my room with a loosely hanged towel on my waist. The morning routine would start out as usual and the soft baby blue carpeting beneath my feet felt good for my toes.

Not eating breakfast, I set my way out of the house with the new pair of packaged socks – extra soft – with my new dress shoes. The day was bright as usual and the weather was insanely hot for an autumn day. Looking at the white house next to mine, I saw Chase unlock his door and slammed it.

"See you later, Mom," he sneered. I watched in amusement as I saw him swing his checkered looking backpack – probably from that punk store I passed by once in the mall – and walked casually down the street.

I thought for a few minutes if I was up to Chase's PMS-ing mood, but decided that I'd rather get over with it now than later.

"Chase," I called out to him and the name sounded weird on my tongue.

He swerved to his name and his bright blue eyes glistened from that sun. Maybe his attire wasn't the usual, but today he looked more...punk from what I've heard what Chase used to dress like. His hair seemed to be straightened but the ends curved a bit from his natural curls. He wore green basketball shorts with an oversized purple hoodie – maybe the size was XXL. His choice of shoes was a bit...unique from the way I saw it – Chase must have been bored and drew all over his orange Converse shoes.

"Robert?" Chase's voice wasn't that usual disgust or hate that held his tone from his not-so-friendly greetings from the past.

"Hey." I smiled at him. "You look...a bit weird today."

Chase sighed. "My mother said that I looked more and more like my father. She hated how my hair is all curly and whatnot. So, I had to straighten it and well, my clothes are actually getting washed and this is the only thing I resort to. Why the hell are you out here wearing all...that?" He pointed to my long sleeve shirt.

I rolled my eyes – at least this was the most civil conversation I had with him yet. "I'm wearing this stuff because I'm a student teacher – just to refresh your memory on that," I stated flatly, but then recalled that I had to talk to him with bigger and better things. "So, do you want a ride to school?"

He looked at me in horror.

"You know, Talia is going to be in the car as well – I practically have to drive her to school every day and I'm sure that you would love to be with her," I supported my offer.

He groaned in agony and although I shouldn't be thinking nasty thoughts, it reminded me of my dream...or dreams. I can just picture the dream him beneath me, crying for more, but using that aggressive tone of his to get what he wants. The lovely little hands that cup my face to drag my lips towards his and the creaking of the—

"Hello? Rob, I said yeah, I'll go in the car with you."

"Right." My voice sounded husky and hopefully the bottom part of me begs to differ from what I fantasize practically every morning.

-X-

The car ride was a bit pleasant and casual humming from his tenor voice filled the car with a relaxing aura. When it switched over to some rap song, Chase seized to listen to anymore tunes and just lean against the passenger's seat window.

"You don't like this genre?" I asked, taking a quick glimpse at the beautiful, younger boy next to me and looking back to the road.

"I really don't like this type of music at all," he whispered and sounded extremely tired.

"You don't like a lot of things." I observed.

"I'm not a really hateful, spoiled, teenage punk you know. I put up a whole lot of shit than probably the average adults have to go through every goddamn day."

"I can pretty much tell when you're actually talking to me about your problems. It's not every day that little Chase Asher decided to have a real conversation with the one queer guy he hates the most. So, what's up in your mind to drive you all pissed?" I was a bit glad that he was able or about to talk to me about his problems. It would just be one step closer to getting to know the Mr. Asher and his ways with...well, life.

"My mother found out that my father has been visiting me!" he shouted in the tiny compact car. He turned his full attention to me and stared me down. "I mean, okay, so it wasn't right for my father to be coming into the house without my mother's consent, but c'mon! It's not my father's fault that he couldn't take custody of me! I mean, here my mom is, working her ass off every time at some business crap, while my dad here, working at a glasses company early in the morning but getting off around evening! Look, hear me out Robbie, but my dad can cook. He can fucking cook for his life! And what does my mom do? She just leaves down money on the table and pray that I eat something healthy in my life! Look how skinny I am! Look!" He screamed out like a kid on a tantrum...well, I found it a bit cute in my demented mind.

"I can't look at you right now, Chase. I know you're skinny, and hey, isn't that a good thing? Your mother finally knows and for whatever reason she's keeping your father away from you, well she can't do anything about it since you two have been seeing each other."

"Good? Are you kidding me, Mr. Johnson! My mother thinks that my father is going to spread a very dangerous disease to me and I'm going to drown in my own misery and go to Hell in the future!"

"I'm sure it's not that—"

"My father is gay!" He sputters out. I immediately stop the car and stare at Chase. He covers his mouth and turn towards the window to avoid my gaze. I look up in front to see that I'm on someone's driveway and didn't really care less whom it belonged to – though I certainly see Talia's house a block away, but she can wait.

Soon, I find myself piecing things together. "That's why you hate gay people!"

He shook his head – mystified. "No! And why the hell would you come with the conclusion of me hating gay people? Wouldn't that mean I just hate my father while I've been agonizing all about it a couple of minutes ago?"

"Why would you always call me those names?"

"Because! It's to keep face, okay! My mother always talked a whole shit-load about my dad. That he was a man that was definitely going to Hell and that I shouldn't learn from him. You know, I remember the first time I went to visit Jake with my uncle and I saw him on the couch with this guy. I was a kid then, and I thought that Jake was just playing wrestling with this strange man. I started figuring out things when I found out in seventh grade that Daniel was gay and liked men."

"Jake...your father? You were just a kid and you still are. It isn't a big deal, Chase."

"It's a big fucking deal! Despite him being different than most guys, I still love him as a father! And here I am again, saying how my mother hates gay people because my father cheated on her with a guy!" He covered his mouth and slammed his head against the window. "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm talking too much! Just pick up Talia so I could talk to her and have a bunch of snuggly, comforting words from her than a gay, manly hug that I wouldn't like to receive from you."

"I don't like hugging homophobic teenagers either, so don't be thinking I'll be giving you one." I was offended by his last statement.

-X-

When Talia entered into the car, Chase became a ray of sunshine. Instead of sitting in the passenger seat, he moved in the back to talk to Talia and free her from the loneliness she was facing. Gazing into the rear view mirror for a couple of seconds, I saw Talia wink at me and turned back to Chase. Their conversation was drowned out from the radio.

We made it to school a bit later than I would usually intend to show up. Chase hopped out of the car, wanting to be with Talia, but instead she realized that she had to meet up with Tasha to have a "girl talk."

Tasha was one of the girls that frightened me the most. From the way she dresses (which was highly inappropriate for school), to the way she acts. I remember last year when I was organizing my clothes, from the winter clothes to go into the guest closet and the summer clothes to go into my own closet, until the bell rang high and clear. Talia, standing by my side the whole time; grabbed my arm and dragged me. I was able to sneak a peak at my chicken clock for the time before Talia flung open the door. I almost peed myself to death. The girl that stood at the door was Tasha – the one that was pregnant. The blond hair and blue eyes weren't the things that scared me the most; it was the rounded stomach that stuck out from the girl's tank top. Talia laughed like a maniac and flung herself onto the poor pregnant girl and that was basically the first encounter I ever had with Tasha.

This however, I knew most definitely from the pits of my mind that Talia didn't have to talk to Tasha, that she made me stick with Chase – that is, if Chase is willing to stay and have a short conversation with me.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Chase disappear into the school building and I didn't bother to deal with him – if he had to be the ass he was every time he saw me, then so be it.

I turned to see Talia standing near the entrance of the school, staring at me with her fearsome eyes. She tsked me and also went into the building.

The feeling of incomplete came back to me and I felt as if I needed to spent time alone, but knew that I had to deal with it later and just stick up with it as of now.

-X-

Rose Elliot taught the class with much enthusiasm as I sat on my own desk, clicking a pen and jotting down notes once in a while when it was important to. I guess stating the obvious of, "look at students when talking," wasn't really proper notes, but my mind was preoccupied. If it was Chase I had my mind set on, it wasn't. I was thinking about maybe getting a cat that I always wanted – though I'm not even sure if I'm allergic to fur. The thought of cleaning up my office in my house was quite tempting as well – oh, and maybe taking a nice bath when getting home...that'll definitely do some good. What I've heard from Joe, there was going to the football game on TV tonight and that Talia wouldn't really mind me coming over her house to watch it with her bro.

"Mr. Johnson, do you have anything else to add to the lesson for today?" Mrs. Elliot asked with a smile on her face.

"Nothing that I know of," I answered quickly and to my embarrassment, some girls in the front row tried concealing their laughter with their palms.

-X-

The day passed by quicker than it was supposed to. Talia had invited Chase to go into the car with me and drive him home, but he declined, saying that his house really wasn't far away – he was correct. Talia however, took this invitation and sat in the passenger seat, blaring the song, So What.

"Well" – Talia starts off while swinging her feet – "I have a question to ask you."

"What is it?" I stop at a red light and turned to her.

Talia really wasn't a bad girl – she looked pretty in her own way. She looked like a doll. Today her hair looked especially nice since I'm assuming she curled it and it became those huge curls that look amazing. She also wore eyeliner to bring out her hazel eyes. Then I wondered, had Chase noticed these things already?

"You might think it's weird though..." she states nervously, but pointed to the green light, signaling me to drive.

"Talia, I know what's weird...and that's you with a pudding cup or happily prancing around Mattie."

"He likes to be called Mathew. I never thought I was able to cure him and I'm still not sure how to even cure autism, but you know, it feels good to be with Mathew. He makes me feel like I'm supposed to belong to him. He spoke to me the other day in second person; he said I looked pretty when wearing a dress."

"You would have to deal with him for the remaining of your life like that," I blurted out.

"I don't think I mind. Love can do crazy things to you, y'know?" Talia smiled while looking out the window.

"I don't know how you can deal with it..." I stated, transfixing myself back at the road.

"What about you? Chase isn't gay Robbie; he's not going to turn gay for you anyways. I suggest you find another guy or something. I know, I know, you made that deal with Chase about getting me and all, and I know I set you up with the whole lesson thing you're supposed to teach Chase...but, do you really think it's going to work?"

I smirked at Talia and her mouth gaped.

"Natalia, I know a guy, when I see a guy, that he can be straight or gay. Chase is definitely a person that's not straight – or maybe really is. But from what I can see, Chase can be easily swayed into liking men, but he just never knew. He's still innocent, so he can't tell."

"How would you know?"

"Scientific studies say that some people don't know what they're orientation is until they reach middle age and that's very shocking."

"So you're telling me that in Chase's heart, he secretly likes men and maybe even like them more than women once he turns old?"

"I don't guarantee it, but that's a big possibly. Talia, Chase is definitely bi, and I'll prove to him that he can be."

"What do you want to do with Chase?" Talia sat up on her seat, staring at me with part amusement and part scared for her best friend.

I sighed as I parked in front of Talia's house. "Lesson one: how to kiss a girl properly, and Talia dear, you're going to help me."

Quick note: I know, not the most exciting chapter, but the next chapter is, because it's going to go back to Chase's POV :)

THANKEE: Sleeleech, Unsociably Acceptable (yet again you switch your penname xD!), XX-Heart, Laura Gun 2 the Heart, Mado, Hichou, LPluver

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