Okay, so...this I just started tonight, I'm not sure how far it'll go, but I hope you like it!!! Please keep in mind that the Title should be pretty self-explanitory...it's about an older guy of about 20-21 ish who has an obsession with this younger boy of about 16-17 ish...so...if you don't like that sort of thing, i'm warning you!!

Jailbait

Sauntering slowly around the corner of the brick-walled school, covering the ground's pavement, I followed him with my eyes. He was younger than I, but I couldn't help my pursuit to want to see him more and more. The wanting never ended. The desire never rested. Sometimes I'd notice myself getting far too carried away, wanting to do things to him that I knew had to be wrong. His sleek black hair that went almost down to his shoulders, his tiny frame, but tall height. Everything that put him together was godly. And his smile, it was perfect. I told myself not to, but I dared approach him one day after school…by 'accident', it happened in only a second.

Bumping into him without his notice, I pulled back away from him and shook my head as if I were surprised, grinning at him and shrugging. "Sorry about that…hey, you go here?" I asked him, trying to start something, anything that could possibly lead me closer to get to this boy.

"Oh. It's fine." He smiled, and it sent chills up my spine. "And…yeah, I go here. Why…you don't- " Shaking my head, I cut him off quickly, to make my point.

"No." I cut in. "I don't go here. I was just being curious, is all." I shrugged, smiling and jamming my hands comfortably into my pockets. Too easily, I'd let my thoughts wander off, and I felt my pants get tighter, scratching my neck uncomfortably. Biting my lip, I stretched my arm out and placed my hand out on the chalky wall beside him. For a moment he stared at my arm as if he was intimidated, but only smiled when he turned back to me again.

"…I'm Jules…nice to meet you…uh…" he paused, raising his eyebrows patiently as he waited for my name. My mind in other places, I pushed my other hand against my face and cursed silently, shifting my legs and now biting harder on my lip. But I had to release myself to answer, so I tucked my head down and quietly answered.

"Kami. The name's Kami." Lifting my attention to his face again, he smiled, and turned to face the courtyard to the right. Gazing across with him, my attention met another boy. Him. I realized how strange it must've looked that I was leaning over only a foot away from this other young boy, so I drew back and adjusted my scarf, coughing quietly. The figure slowly approached, and I watched cautiously through the corner of my eye. Whoever it was, they must've known Jules…and they were here to interrupt.

"Hey." Said the blonde, facing Jules with a cheery smile and resting back against the wall beside him. I glared insensitively at this character, who seemed to feel he could easily slide in on our conversation. It wasn't long before he noticed me after Jules greeted him as well, and he rose what I thought was a rather rude question. "Who are you?"

"Oh," Jules started, placing his hand on my shoulder and smiling between him and I, "This is Kami. I just met him…Kami, this is my friend Anthony…we go to our classes together." Nodding and lazily lifting my hand for a short wave, I stared at the other boy for a second before my eyes found Jules's again. He blushed uncomfortably and his eyes' attention scattered all over the place for a moment when he caught my eyes on him, grabbing his friend and starting to walk off. "Nice to meet you Kami. I'll talk to you again soon, okay?" he said, not really wanting an answer, and he pushed a small piece of paper at me, waving and walking off.

Of course, as he began his leave, my attention stayed with him, my eyes following him until he was out of my range of sight. Sighing and calming myself, I looked down at the note he'd given me. It was his cell phone number. He'd probably had it ready for another of his friends, but he gave it to me instead. Smiling, I tucked the small paper in my pocket and headed slowly to my car. I knew that when I'd get home, I'd need to relieve myself, so I tried to hurry without going over the speed limit. Cars crossing the mild intersections angered me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him, and my erection stubbornly remained. Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I wanted to do something about it. Pushing down on my jeans I cursed to myself again and turned directly onto my street.

It's weird, but on this road, no one ever seemed to walk, and since it was connected with the highway, it was still pretty busy, of course. Pulling into my driveway with a swerve of the leather steering wheel, I turned the keys quickly and pulled them out, leaning back on the comfy seat and sighing. What was I getting myself into?