Crush

Chayton armored himself against an assault, not that he believed Drew would physically hurt him; he was more afraid of an assault of the carnal kind. Chay had doubts about his ability to resist Drew. He dressed in layers to avoid giving the teenager the wrong idea. He’d invited Drew over because his house was the nearest thing to private and safe that Chay could think of, but it also left him vulnerable to Drew’s advances.



Chay dug out a pair of baggy sweatpants and an extra-large burgundy sweatshirt from Uni. He pulled on a thick pair of wool socks, mostly to keep his feet warm, but also because he liked the feel of them gliding across the polished wood floors when he walked around downstairs.



He dried and braided his hair and then tucked it into the back of his sweatshirt. Remembering how fascinated Drew always seemed with his hair, Chay decided that hiding it out of sight would lessen the odds the teenager would want to lace his fingers through it.



Just thinking about Drew’s fingers tangling in his hair and lightly massaging his scalp caused his scalp to tingle. Chay had never known he’d be so hungry for touch until Drew had shown him what he'd been missing. The heavy clothes were just as much a barrier against temptation as they were a defense against Drew’s advances. Advances he wanted very much—but knew it was wrong to indulge.



While Chay waited out the last hour until Drew’s arrival he couldn’t sit still. His belly churned on empty but he was too nervous-excited to eat. He made some tea, curled up on the couch, and turned on the television. Nothing could hold his attention save the door, and the anticipation of Drew’s knocking.



To distract himself, Chay tried to figure out what he was going to say to Drew, how he was going to convince the seventeen year old to stop toying with him. Because that was all it could be, right? A handsome kid like Drew, with an ego that big, thought he could get whatever he wanted. He was probably just bored. Brighton didn’t strike Chay as the type of town brimming with excitement. Boys like Drew made their own excitement.



What Drew felt for Chay had to amount to a teenage crush; he was probably just fulfilling some fantasy he’d dreamed up. Having Drew approach him in the classroom setting had sealed it for him. If he didn’t do something fast, Drew was going to get them in a world of trouble. The only problem was he had no idea what to tell Drew to get him to back off. He couldn’t threaten to go to Drew’s mother.

Chay couldn’t imagine confessing what Drew had done to him both in his home and in school. Ms. Robinson would probably want to go to court if he so much as smeared Drew’s name and, even if by some miracle she started to believe, there was the very real, scary possibility Drew would twist the story around and make it seem as if Chay had come onto him.





Being accused of statutory rape, even if he were found innocent, would wash his five years of college and two degrees down the drain.





No, he couldn’t tell on Drew. He had no leverage to hold over the young man’s head and he certainly didn’t have the power to hold him off. The only option left to Chay was to bargain his way out of it. Which brought him back to square one; he still hadn’t figured out what he could offer Drew in exchange for the teen leaving him alone.





Three solid knocks on the door had Chay nearly spilling his tea. If not for the fact that the cup was nearly empty he would have certainly had a lap full. With shaking hands he settled the mug on the coffee table, tugged down his sweatshirt, and walked to the door.





The Drew that stood on the other side of the door was not the one he’d expected to meet. This Drew looked dejected—troubled. Anxious. His hands were tucked deep into his pockets, his brows lowered. He looked thoughtful.





“Hi,” Drew said.





Chay stepped aside, his stomach fluttered anxiously as he wondered what had to have happened to put such an expression on the big jock’s face. “Come in. Have a seat.” Chay closed and locked the door behind the teen. “Would you like something to drink? Water? Juice? I think I still have pop left over from the last time you came to movie night.”





With a shake of his head, Drew settled himself onto Chay’s couch. He sighed deeply and took one hand out of his pocket to drag through his hair. That’s when Chay saw the bandages.





“Oh, God, what happened, Drew?” Chay started across the room, forgetting his anxiety as concern swamped him.



Drew allowed Chay to cradle his injured hand. He’d put band aids two sizes too large over three of his knuckles. Drew's hand was swollen, but nothing was broken or sprained as far as Chay could tell with careful manipulation. He thought he was a pretty good judge on the subject. He’d broken, strained and sprained a few body parts in his short lifetime.





“It’s okay. It looks worse than it feels.” Drew made a fist, as if to prove the lack of pain.





“I should get you some ice.”





Drew gently extracted his hand. “Been iced already.”





“How did this happen?”



Drew’s lips curled in a smile that wasn’t a smile at all. “I broke Gabriel’s nose. He found out I was gay and started freaking out.”





Chay went hot and cold all over. “Gabe knows…” Oh fuck, he must have seen Drew in his classroom.





"Relax." Drew squeezed Chay’s shoulder with his good hand. “Gabriel doesn’t know anything about you, Chay. Apparently Gabe’s been so far up my ass he knew when I wasn’t boning the girls I dated. Fucking bastard even admitted to dating my exs. How sick is that? I mean, I knew he was jealous of me but that goes too far, man. Then he said some shit about catching me looking at other guys in the shower or whatever.” Drew shook his head angrily. “I should have seen this coming.”





The hand on Chay’s shoulder kneaded lightly. “But he doesn’t know about us, Chay. He doesn’t know and he will never know until I'm old enough that it won't matter.”



Chay shook his head, “Drew, you don’t know that for sure. Gabe guessed that you were gay. He could find out about us too.”



“No.”



Shrugging off Drew’s hand was a bad idea. That big hand only landed on his thigh; the long fingers curled possessively around it.Chay struggled to breathe without a hitch.





“If you don’t want Gabe to find out about us you have to stop this Drew. You have to forget about me.”



Drew frowned. “Don’t ask me to do the impossible, Chay.”





Chay reached for Drew, tugging at his winter bomber jacket. “Please, Drew. Gabriel finding out you were gay just proves that it’s a matter of time before he finds out the other stuff. And what happened in the classroom today--.”



Tipping his head down, Drew looked Chay in the eyes. “It will never happen again. I swear it. Not in the classroom, Chay. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. It’s just that I’d been watching you all day and I had all these fantasies playing through my head. I just wanted…I wanted you.”



Chay’s heart stuttered over the use of the word fantasies.



So there it was. Proof. Chay had suspected that he was only a source of amusement for Drew but a part of him had hoped that Drew really liked him. Even though it was wrong. Even though it jeopardized his job and his livelihood; affairs of the heart were a little more complicated than black and white, right or wrong.





Chay released Drew’s bomber jacket, starting to withdraw into himself. He needed a moment to absorb everything. To deal with the impact of truth: that he was no more than a fantasy made flesh.





Chay would have simply slid away if not for the strong arm that curled around his back and tugged him against a wide, hard chest. Drew’s chin dropped on top of his head. He inhaled deeply. “I screwed up, I know that,” Drew murmured. “ Just give me a chance to prove I’m not some dumb, kid. I know you think I’m a selfish prick.” Drew snorted. “ And maybe I am, but I’m not playing games here, Chay. I like you. Somehow you got into my blood, into my system, and I don’t know how to get you out.”



Drew framed Chay’s jaw with one big hand and tilted his head up. Chay’s eyes were closed. He was finding it increasingly hard to breathe normally. His pounding heart didn’t improve the situation any. “I think I’m in your system too, Chay. I don’t think you want me out either.”





Leaning down, Drew brushed his lips against Chay’s. The older man gasped and shivered, his fingers dug into Drew’s jacket again. Eyes still closed he whispered. “We shouldn’t do this.”





Drew’s tongue skated across his lower lip. He relinquished his hold on Chay long enough to shrug out of his bomber and toss it carelessly behind the couch. Before the jacket hit the floor he had Chay in his arms again. “I know.”





“This wasn’t what I had planned.”





Seemingly in no hurry, Drew settled Chayton more firmly against him. He tugged Chay’s legs around his hips so that Chay was straddling his lap. When Chay felt the ridge of hard flesh pressing against his bottom, he tried to arch away, but Drew planted a big hand at the small of his back. Even through his sweats Chay imagined he could feel the heat of that hand and Drew’s arousal. “Tell me about it.”





Chay dared to open his eyes wide enough to see Drew’s blurry outline. “What?”





Drew’s hand pushed beneath his sweatshirt, eliciting a full body shiver as warm fingers met even warmer skin. So much for the armor. Drew tugged at Chay’s hidden braid. “Tell me about your plan.”





“B-Bargain. I wanted to make a bargain with you.”





Drew chuckled. “Wouldn’t have worked anyway. Just want you.”





Chay groaned and leaned forward to rest his forehead on Drew’s chest. Drew’s hand slid up and down his back, centering on his spine, assaulting his nerve endings with heat and sensation. “I’m trying to be the adult here. I’m trying to be responsible,” he spoke his thoughts aloud. “I’m too old for you. This could all go to hell in an instant. I could go to jail if this all comes out. And you? You’ve got such a bright future Drew. This could ruin—”





Drew squeezed him tighter. “I’ll be discreet from now on.”





Chay winced. “Like you were earlier today?”





Drew’s hand went still on his back. “Stupid mistake. Won’t happen again.”





“No. It won’t.” Chay pushed at Drew’s chest, seeing this as his last opportunity to break free. He sensed that if he didn’t stop things here they’d go further than they’d ever gone before.





“Woah, easy.” Drew caught Chay’s arms above the elbows and hauled him back. Chay fought his hold.





“Let go of me.”





“You don’t want me to.”





“I just said so, didn’t I?”





“I’m not listening to your mouth.” Drew released one arm to reach between them and mold his hand over Chay’s erection. It obediently twitched beneath Drew’s touch. Chay hissed, pressing his hips up in a desperate bid for friction.





Drew took his hand away. “Say it again. Tell me to let you go.”





Chay shook his head. Silently he cursed himself for being a fool. For wanting Drew.





Drew pulled his braid out of the back of his sweat shirt. “I lost a lot today. Friends, respect. Hell, I’m pretty sure coach will run me into the ground when he finds out I bat for the same team. He’s a homophobic asshole. But none of that shit is going to break me. Not if I have you.”





Drew lifted Chay off his lap and crushed the smaller man to his chest as he sat back. Fingers carded through Chay’s hair right beneath the rubber band that kept the top of his braid together. Drew cradled his head like he was something precious, and kissed him like he’d never get the chance again.





The kiss was harsh and hungry. Chay knew his mouth would be deliciously swollen and bruised later on. It was all he could do to keep up with the spar of tongues and nip of teeth. It was all he could do not to melt into a puddle of goo in Drew’s hands and let his heart beat out onto the floor.





Drew twisted sideways, depositing Chay on the couch on his back. After spreading Chay’s legs to his liking, Drew followed him down, his big body resting between Chay’s legs. Drew balanced on one arm and pulled Chay into another heated kiss.





The blond moved in such a way that his muscled abdomen rubbed against Chay’s cock. The smaller man writhed beneath Drew, pushing back against the delicious friction and feeding whimpers into Drew’s mouth. Finally, Chay had to away from the kiss to drag much needed air into his lungs.





Mouth now freed to conquer more territory, Drew set his sights on an erogenous zone much lower. Drew pushed up Chay’s sweatshirt and yanked his sweatpants and boxer-briefs down. Chay’s cock, free of its cotton prison, curved softly toward his belly. Looking at Drew down the line of his body, with only the solid proof of his need between them, Chay found himself blushing nearly as dark as the flared head of his cock. But even mortification did not stop the clear droplets of early cum from beading at his slit.





Chay tried to shield his crotch, to hide his shame—his weakness of the flesh, but Drew was one step ahead of him. The blond pinned Chay’s hands against the couch by the wrists and dipped his head to swirl his tongue across the head of Chay’s cock.



Chay cried out, his back bowed at the contact. When Drew hummed against his dick, Chay thought he would come then and there. But he didn’t. Drew wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and sucked. The younger man slid his shaft deep into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He didn’t gag, but swallowed. The warm constriction only lasted a few seconds before Drew backed off to tongue his slit.





There was no way he was going to last long after that. Orgasm came hurtling toward him in a white-hot fury. The use of his own hand, as familiar as he was with pleasuring himself, didn’t begin to compare to the ecstasy of Drew’s talented tongue and sucking mouth. The boy milked him from one spurt to the next, and on and on. Chay was too sensitive to endure it.





He tried to to shift away, straining against Drew’s iron clasp but Drew would have none of it until he was ready. Chay collapsed back onto the couch. Defeated. He stole a glance down at Drew’s hollowed cheeks and blazing gray-blue eyes turned silver.





Chay’s hips strained upward as his poor, abused cock stiffened from the carnality of it all. When Drew pulled off of him, he was hard and swollen again.





Drew wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His smile was pure devilment.



***

“That was nice,” Drew said, unable to deny himself the pleasure of dipping back down to worry the sensitive head of Chay’s cock with his tongue. Chay whimpered and whined low in his throat. Drew’s arousal spiked up another notch. He swirled his tongue around Chay’s slit one last time. “You taste good, baby.”

Chay’s chest hitched at the endearment and Drew smiled. Drew finally released Chay’s wrists so he could push himself into a sitting position. The couch had been nice, but he was a big guy that needed more room for what he intended to do next. And there was a perfectly good bed upstairs.





“Come on, Chay, let’s go upstairs.” Drew climbed off the couch and extended his hand.





He wasn’t surprised to see Chay pulling up his sweats, hiding that sweet prick from Drew’s hungry gaze. Little did he know that he’d be losing every article of clothing, very soon.





Chay stared at Drew’s hand as if he didn’t know what to do with it. Drew considered reaching out to pull Chay off the couch, but thought better of it. He wanted this to be Chay’s choice. He would push, but it could only get him so far.



If this relationship they were developing was ever going to last he needed Chay with him and not against him. He knew he had to overcome Chay’s reservations about his age, but he was confident he would succeed.



His confidence was boosted even further when Chay hesitantly reached for him, but aborted the attempt. Chay was so expressive that Drew could almost read the thoughts circling in the smaller man’s head. Chay was afraid but it was also clear that he longed for what Drew was offering. Silence stretched out between them for a tense few minutes. Drew’s steady arm began to waver under the strain. But he found new strength when Chay finally sighed with resignation.



Chay scooted to the edge of the couch and put his hand in Drew’s.





Drew smiled reassuringly. “You won’t regret this, baby.”



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Story has reached the 30k mark. Thought it was about time for some action, though it wasn't easy to decide if I wanted to continue the chase between Chay and Drew. I finally decided Chay was ready to be caught. Not sure if I'm entirely happy with the way things panned out. Might still be some very minor changes to this chapter in the final pdf. version. Also, changing non-con to dubious consent. Guess the old Drew/Warren was a bit more diabolical.