|No Strings Attached
Author: Shouta Izukai PM
Ok, scratching the 1st summary, I have absolutely no idea where this is going anymore. I have a few ideas forming for future chapters, but expect this to be like a regular school thing with lots of drama, romance, humor, and guy-on-guy relationships. Lots of fluff too. :D MxM Rating may change. Things start picking up at chapter 6.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,724 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 04-19-13 - Published: 08-08-12 - id: 3048870
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"Here's the key. Your room is on the top floor, end of the hall to the right. Your things have already arrived." Mumbled the old man at the desk, handing me the small room key.
I nodded in thanks before trudging towards the elevator. I pressed the button to my floor, and leaned back against the wall, exhausted. I stared blankly at the doors, briefly wondering how much money this school could spend. Before long, the elevator doors opened, and I stumbled through them. I got to the end of the hall, where there was a window with a great view of the city. Turning to the door on my right, I unlocked it and stepped inside.
It was a simple room. There were 2 beds and a window with the same view as the one in the hall. At the end of each of the beds was a chest, and across from them, on the other side of the room was a desk with a bunch of textbooks neatly stacked on the left. But that wasn't what left me staring in shock at the door. Sleeping on the bed closest to the door, was Jason Rydes himself. Roxy told me that he was the football star and school idol, and nobody messed with him.
Now that he was asleep, I could see why the girls liked him so much. He had fair flawless skin, and silky platinum blonde hair that fell in just the right places over his eyes. He was shirtless, showing off his lean, muscular body. He looked perfect, and I found myself slightly attracted. If only his attitude was the same.
I quietly tiptoed to the far bed, not wanting to disturb him (for more reasons than one). I was reaching into my duffel bag to grab a book when a voice behind me scared me half to death.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The now-awake blonde shouted angrily. Behind me, I could hear him scrambling out of bed and putting on his shirt. I smirked, realizing he was nervous since I said I was bi.
"This is my room." I replied calmly, setting my book on the bed and slowly turning around.
Jason looked at me, shocked. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I hate it as much as you do, but we're roommates from now on." I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, looking and feeling smug. My smile fell slightly when I saw Jason's smirk.
"Great. Then we can finish our little argument from this morning. And nothing can interrupt." I frowned as he stepped closer, raising his fist.
"Sorry, but I don't fight people." I replied, walking back towards the door with my book in hand.
"Why? You scared?"
I just shrugged. "Not really. But I'm not about to break my promise." I was reaching for the doorknob when I was tackled from behind.
My face slammed against the door, before my left cheekbone and eye smashed against the doorknob. I turned over to see Jason raising his fist. I braced for the hit, but it never came. Looking back up, he still had his fist raised, but he was just staring at me in hesitation and mild shock. I looked back at him in confusion, until I realized that I was bleeding. I slowly reached under the curtain of hair, careful not to let it part, and gingerly touched my eye, where it had started throbbing. I removed my hand and looked at it, to find it covered in blood.
"S-sorry." Jason muttered, backing off. I smiled and waved him off.
"Don't worry about it. My left eye's useless anyways." I replied, searching for some bandages in my bags.
"Here, I'll do it." The blonde reached for my face, a bandage in his left hand. I snatched the bandage out of his hand and turned around, walking away from him and towards the window.
"I've got it." I insisted. Careful not to let Jason see, I pushed my hair behind my ear so that I could see what I was doing. The wound was really throbbing now, and I could see from my reflection in the window that a giant bruise was growing on my left cheekbone.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to slam you into the doorknob like that." I could hear him coming closer, his voice sounding truly sorry.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. My hair will hide the bandage anyways, so nobody will know." I fumbled with the bandage, muttering 'shit' when I dropped it. I reached down to grab it, but he beat me to it. I tried to hide my face behind my hair, but he stopped me. I struggled, but he wouldn't let go. Backing away, I tripped on one of my bags, falling and bringing Jason down with me.
He landed on top of me, before sitting up and brushing my bangs aside. I shut my right eye in anticipation. "I know okay? Just… don't say anything." I could sense him smirking.
"I have an idea. If you let me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, I won't tell anyone. It shouldn't be too hard for you right? After all, you are bisexual." He whispered into my ear, the smugness in his voice obvious.
"You're despicable." I breathed. He kissed me, and I didn't resist. His lips were a salty-sweet kind of taste, like a mix of his sweat and some strawberries he had eaten. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still left me hot and panting.
"Not bad. I'm guessing you've done this before?" He asked, licking his lips. That damned smug look never left his face.
"God damn you." I muttered, opening my right eye. He just grinned as he finally put the bandage over my left eye.
"Curse me all you want. It's not going to change anything." I hit him with the nearest thing I could find, which happened to be a small bag filled with books, CDs, and electronics. "Ow… what do you have in there?" He grumbled, rubbing his cheek.
"Oh, nothing much. Though I would appreciate it if you'd get off of me." I replied sarcastically, and he complied. He helped me up, and we each sat on our own bed.
"So what happened exactly to your eye?" Jason asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"I'll tell you if you give me the details on this 'deal'." I replied, taking off my boots.
"It's pretty simple. Like I said earlier, I get to do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. In exchange, I'll make sure nobody finds out about your secret. No strings attached, and no feelings involved. Anyways, mind if I call you Kaige?" He raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"Sure, whatever. So, you wanted to know the details?"
I bit my lip, and hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Well… a couple years ago, my dad and I were out shopping for my mom's birthday present, when this thief stole the present and ran off. My dad and I chased him to the top of some building. In an attempt to escape, he stabbed my dad. And I… pushed the man off the building. When I saw my dad bleeding, with the knife sticking out from his stomach, I pulled the knife out, hoping it would help. He started bleeding even more, and died 2 minutes later from blood loss. When I realized that I had killed both of them, I took the knife and carved the swastika symbol into my eye as deep as I could, so I'd never forget." I sighed, the memory once again fresh in my head.
What happened next caught me by surprise. Jason stood up, and walked the short distance to my bed. He planted both hands on each side of me, and gave me a gentle peck on the lips before grinning at me, our foreheads touching. I could feel my face heating up, and I frowned. "You grin too much." I muttered.
He laughed softly, before giving me another peck on the lips. "And you carry a dark secret. Fits the way you dress though."
"Is there a problem with being an emo kid?" I raised an eyebrow sarcastically, and Jason laughed again.
"Not at all. Unlike my friends, I don't tend to bully others based on how they dress or act. And I'm not homophobic."
I snorted, smirking. "Obviously. You wouldn't be kissing me otherwise." After another kiss, Jason got back into bed and turned over so that his back was facing me.
"We better get to bed. Good night."