nothing false and possible

As asinine as anything may seem in this chapter, it all has relevance on some level. You get to know more about a person when you see their routine, but I’m not going to subject you to five days of school. I just didn’t want to assume that you guys had the same vision of a school day that I do. Plus, some details are more important than they seem at first, ya’ know? Anyway… This won’t make sense ‘til you read. So, o it already! Jeez! Hehe…

::nothing false and possible- chapter two::

Stephen woke up in a twisted mess of sheets and sweat. He had been having nightmares again. There were times when Stephen would have nightmares, for weeks at a time. Foreboding mental flashes of large men pinning him down, by the throat, and whispering petrifying words into his ear. He didn’t try to analyze these dreams. He just tried to sleep around them. Mostly he would just nap during first block, at school, and on his lunch break, at work.

His teacher’s were rather lenient on him, when it came down to it. He was a good student and well liked by all of the faculty, not to mention the student population. When worst came to worst, Stephen always knew that he had a couple of adults to back him up, even if they were just a couple of good hearted teachers.

Mrs. Payne, his English Lit. Teacher had always let him doze in her class and told him that as long as she continued to get his work in on time, she would count him present in her classroom. He did have consecutive A’s in English, after all. It wasn’t as if you could call him a slacker.

Mr. Stevenson, the chorus teacher, didn’t let him sleep, but he had insisted on them having some mentoring sessions so that they could talk about anything that was on Stephen’s mind. This had started the first month of his freshman year and had continued on until now. Mr. Stevenson was a younger teacher, by most counts, and he seemed to have a definite interest in Steps lis life and, in all honesty, Stephen’s talent. The boy really had a great ear for music. He could play the piano, the saxophone, the guitar, and he was the best baritone in class. It had been a stunner when Stephen had told him about the editing job that he was going to inherit.

Stephen untangled himself from the covers and kicked them off of the bed. He would have to throw them in the washer, now, if he didn’t want to deal with the smell of sweaty terror for the next few nights. He decided to wait and throw them in after work, that night. He wouldn’t be going to bed before 2:00 AM, anyway.

Stephen got out of bed and walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of faded out blue jeans and a lavender button up shirt. He looked them over and smirked. He always received quite a few compliments when he wore light purples and blues. Stephen went over to his dresser and snatched up a pair of clean boxer-briefs.

He headed toward the bathroom and threw the clothes in the sink. When he was small, his mom had tried to deter him from throwing his clothes in the sink, because in all probability they would get wet and have to be dried before you could wear them comfortably. Stephen figured that this one small defiance over his many years as her son was really nothing, in comparison to what most teenage boys put their mother’s through.

Stephen set the water going and waited a few seconds before stepping out of his boxers and under the warm spray. Usually he preferred the scalding hot water that you would get in a Jacuzzi, but in the mornings he felt as if the water was trying to melt his skin, no matter how cool it was. Stephen soaped up and rinsed off, before washing his hair, and turning off the shower. He almost slipped and busted his ass, when there was an unexpected knock on the bathroom door. Nobody in his house was ever up this early, except for him.

“Stephen, we need to talk.” His mother’s voice coaxed from the other side of the wooden barricade.

Stephen grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed up his discarded glasses, from off the sink. He hadn’t been wearing them as often as his ophthalmologist had instructed. He figured he should make an extra effort, if only to please his mom. She had bought him the frames, after all. After balancing them on the bridge of his nose, he opened the door and gave his mother a blinding smile. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I had a talk with one of your teachers… Stephen, for heaven’s sake, get some clothes on. You aren’t four years old, anymore.” His mother rubbed her temples and sighed, heavily, as if Stephen was taxing her nerves. “I talked to your Home Ec. Teacher, and she told me that you haven’t been maintaining your 4.0, because of that specific class. What’s the problem, Stephen?”

Stephen’s jaw had dropped, during his mother’s display of neuroticism. She was worried over his 4.0 average? She was the reason he was going to become a two-bit editor, instead of a concert pianist or a Psychology major. Plus, what exactly was the difference in him wearing a towel in front of his mother, and running around the house in his boxers? “I’m going to be pulling some extra credit, mother. It will all work out. I promise you.” Stephen just smiled wanly and tried to shoo his mother, without being disrespectful.

Stephen’s mother cupped her son’s chin and shook her head. “I should have been a better mother to you.”

Stephen’s heart broke, for a moment, and he sighed. “You were and are a great mother. Now, go back to bed. You’ll wake up feeling better.”

The woman smirked and dropped her hand. She started back for her bedroom and turned back to give Stephen more instruction. “You be good at school and mind your boss, at work. I know how you don’t like her.”

“I just have a problem with my boss grabbing my ass. What can I say?” Stephen tried to grin it off, as if it were a joke.

Stephen’s mother chuckled. “I don’t know, son. Try it out. You might like it.” She shook her head slowly. “And Stephen…”

Stephen cringed on the inside. His mother was telling him to screw his boss? Eww…“Yes, mother?” He put on a pretty smile to hide his true feelings.

“Don’t say ass.” She turned in her doorway and shut the door behind her.

Stephen couldn’t help laughing. His mom, with all of her problems, was a pretty big hoot… most of the time. He could definitely see what his father had seen in her, even if his father could no longer see it himself. Either way, it didn’t matter because Stephen was off from work today, and he was planning on spending the afternoon away from home, so that they couldn’t call him in.

Stephen finished getting ready for school and got there with time to spare. Once he reached school, he went to Ms. Payne’s class and asked her what they were studying on that particular day. She told him the lesson plan and he promised her that he would get the work done, before going to his desk and dozing until the second block bell rang. He took a moment to orient himself once more and then left Ms. Payne’s class with a smile on his face. He was going to see Andy in only a few minutes.

Stephen walked to his locker and left his Literature books there, before heading to Chorus. Once he got to his class, Mr. Stevenson practically rushed him.

“Stephen, we needtalktalk about the solo on Just My Imagination. I want you to take it, but if you don’t want it I’ll understand.” Mr. Stevenson took a moment to actually look at his student, and he smiled. “I like you shirt. Is that… lavender?”

Stephen chuckled. “Yes and… yes, I’ll take the solo. Chris gets to take The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Mr. Stevenson started to protest, but Stephen cut him off. “He’s been wanting it, and he is just as good if not better at it, as I am.” Mr. Stevenson reluctantly agreed that it was a fair exchange and he made the arrangements.

To Stephen’s chagrin Andrea was not at school. He had asked around class and nobody had seen her… not even Amelia, Andrea’s spazzy, little freshman stalker. The girl had somehow made an attachment to Andrea during her first semester and she had developed a sort of hero worship for her. Andrea tried not to acknowledge the weird relationship any more than she had to. Time in Chorus kind of drug by without Andrea to mess around with. Although, it did give him time to stare at the Eleventh grade tenor who had aimlessly stolen his heart. This continued for the rest of the hour, until the bell let them go for lunch.

Stephen spent his lunchtime in the library reading murder mysteries and cruising the Internet. He had just wanted something to do to occupy his time until he had to go to Chemistry class. Time passed slowly and before Stephen had time to fight it, he was being pulled into a conversation with the librarian’s aid. Kristy was an odd girl, with green eyes and red hair. She wasn’t ugly, but the way she wore her clothes, bagging around her non-existent waistline and in other odd places, it wouldn’t have been unusual to confuse her for a young homeless woman. Stephen was nice to her, of course, and gave her a quick and easy smile, when the bell rang. They said their goodbyes and he headed back into the hallways, once more.

Stephen went to his locker and exchanged his Chorus notes for his Chemistry notebook. Mrs. Spiegel kept the Chemistry books in class, because she had a deathly fear that the students would steal them. Apparently, in her mind, everybody loved Chemistry so much that they would do anything, even steal, to be able to study it in their spare time. Stephen tried to pay attention during third block and silently thanked God when it was over.

Stephen changed his mind about being thankful, when he remembered that he was going to Home Economics. He took his time getting to class and cringed when he finally slid into his wooden chair. The teacher droned on and on about First Aid and taking care of a hungry child. Finally, the bell rang for the bus riders to leave, but not before the teacher handed out the babies. Stephen was very unhappy. He had to drag this baby around to school, work, and his friend’s houses, not to mention that he was going to be doing it for three consecutive days. He would go crazy… unless, he could find a trustworthy babysitter.

Stephen made his way to his car and buckled the baby into the seat next to him. When he was sure that it was secure, he started up his car and headed for Andrea’s house. He was kind of worried that she hadn’t made it to school. Stephen parked behind Alec’s car and sighed. Andy didn’t seem to be home, unless she had the car in the shop, which she regularly did. The old Chevy had seen it’s day, but Andy just didn’t want to give up on it just yet.

Stephen unbuckled himself and the baby, before heading up to the doorway and knocking. Nobody answered for a few minutes, and Stephen knocked again. He was about to leave, when the door opened and there stood Andrea’s dad. He was wearing a terry cloth robe and some soft white slippers. His hair was damp and mussed, showing signs of a shower that he must have just stepped out of. “I’m sorry, I should have called first.”

Alec smiled and shook his head. “Don’t be silly, Stephen. You’re always welcome to just drop by.” Alec looked around the boy and checked his car. He searched around the yard and frowned, before turning his attention back to Stephen. “Is something wrong?”

Stephen bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “I just came by to see if Andy was okay, but I see that she isn’t home.”

Alec’s frown deepened. “That’s because she was going to spend the afternoon with you… after she went to school, of course.” Alec caught the look of anxiety that Stephen was getting and heckleckled. “Don’t worry about it Stephen. Andy does this. I’m not going to tell her that you let the cat out of the bag.” Alec patted the boy’s shoulder and laughed. “Why don’t you and the baby come inside for a drink, or something?”

Stephen pulled a face and then realized that he was carrying that stupid doll from Home Economics. He felt like a complete and utter fool. “I have to take care of it. It’s for a total of fourt grt grades. The others in class are only graded two test grades. I’m practically gambling my grade here, so that I can make a B. If I ace it, I may very well get an A-.” Stephen followed Alec through the living room and into his kitchen. Alec got the boy a glass and poured him some tea, before offering him a seat.

Stephen shook his head. “I probably should go look for Andrea… or something.”

Alec chuckled as he took a seat in the closest chair. “That excuse may fly with your parents, but it won’t fly here. If Andy isn’t with you, she is downtown with Eric McCain. I’m sure she is down there, in fact, because last night we argued over that certain relationship and I specifically told her that I preferred if she hung out with younger men.” Alec sighed and rubbed his eyes. “She’ll spend the night there, tonight.”

Stephen caught the look on Alec’s face and shook his head. “Don’t be that way.”

Alec looked up at the boy, mildly surprised. “What way, Stephen?”

“I know that look, because my mom gets it, constantly. You’re berating yourself for being a bad parent, but it isn’t true. You’re a good parent, you just have a difficult child.” Before he knew it had happened, Stephen was knelt at Alec’s feet, balancing the baby in his lap, and squeezing Alec’s knee in a comforting fashion.

Alec gave the boy an odd look and then shook his head with a sad little smile. “You are too wise for your age.”

Stephen frowned and sat back on his heals. “For my age? What happened to us both being adults?” Where the hell had that come from?

Alec bit back a chuckle and pushed himself up from his seat. He walked over to the sink and rinsed out a glass before filling it with water. “I’ve changed my mind.” Alec took a long drink and cleared his throat. “I’m an adult and you are going home to your parents.”

Stephen had no idea what had just happened. One minute he was ‘always welcome’ the next he was being sent home like an incorrigible child? “Do I, at least, get to know why I’m being kicked out of your house?”

Mr. Davidson laughed and shook his head, at a joke that was only known to him. “If you can’t tell, I’m sure not telling you.”

Stephen scoffed. “Oh, yeah, that was a really mature answer.”

Alec laid down his glass and turned toward the boy. He walked over to him and picked the baby up, out of his arms. He laid it down on the table and smirked, mischeviously. “What have you named it?”

Stephen looked at the older man confusedly and shook his head. “I really haven’t named it yet, but I was thinking that…” Stephen made a muffled sound in the back of his throat, when Alec pulled him in for a soul-searching kiss. The moment the man’s lips touched his own, he felt like he his blood had turned to magma. Stephen almost fell backward, during his shock, but he latched on to Alec’s arms, before he could.

Alec outlined the boy’s lips with his tongue and slowly prodded at the opening. He had hoped that he would have caught Stephen off guard enough that he wouldn’t have to try too hard to get him to open up to his advances. Alec pulled back and groaned, loudly. “Stephen, open your mouth.”

Alec’s voice sounded gruff and lust filled. Stephen decided he liked it that way, before opening his lips and leaning back into the older man.

Alec moaned happily, as he pulled the boy closer and boldly mapped out the inside of his mouth. He tasted like strawberries and something that was entirely masculine. Alec moaned when he felt Stephen’s tongue, tentatively touch his own. Alec figured the boy had never kissed another man, but he was pretty sure that he could get him over his shyness, in very little time. He started nibbling on the boy’s bottom lip and continued down to his neck.

Stephen felt the back of his legs bump against the kitchen table and before he knew it, he was laying on said table. He complied happily and lifted his right leg, until it was crooked and resting on the table itself. His other leg dangled over the side.

Alec scooted closer and rested his body, fully in between Stephen’s legs. He continued kissing, nibbling, and licking the boy, on any spare inch of flesh he could find. Stephen lay there and writhed underneath his ministration. He had to physically stop himself before he started humping the boy through the table. “Stephen, we need to slow down.” Alec’s voice had actually cracked, during that statement, and he was pretty sure his cock had it’s own arguments to the suggestion.

Stephen definitely had an argument, spurred by teenaged hormones and lust. “Why? It feels so good.” Stephen moved minutely and gasped at the feeling that coursed through his body.

Alec swore under his breath and rested his head in the crook of Stephen’s neck. He kissed the soft skin beneath the ear lobe and whispered, quietly. “If we don’t stop now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Stephen’s eyes went wide and he turned his head, until he could see Alec’s face. He visibly gulped and shook his head. “I’ve never…”

Alec chuckled self-depreciatively. Horny to terrified in two seconds flat. “I figured that much, baby boy.” Alec pushed himself up from Stephen’s body and groaned. He pulled his robe tighter around himself and walked back to the counter, where he started to lean, uncomfortably. “Now, do you think you want to go home?”

Stephen thought about how he should answer that and then shook his head. “How did you know I was…? You know…”

Alec smirked and sighed. “How did I know that you leaned into my particular side of the ball field?”

Stephen nodded and chose a piece of clean, white linoleum to stare at.

“First of all, you dress inexplicably well.” Mr. Davidson pointed at the lavender shirt and chortled. “You wear things that I wouldn’t be able to pull off.”

Stephen started to get a snarky look on his face, but refrained from being a wise ass when he received ‘the look’ from Alec. It was the same look his mom wore when she told him not to cuss at the Jehovah’s Witness Missionaries, who traveled door to door. Instead he smiled sweetly and nodded. “And?”

Alec sighed. “And, as bad as it sounds, you are probably the only guy within sixty miles who doesn’t try to make it with Andy.”

“Did I hear my name?” Andrea walked into the kitchen, as if it was expected, and gave her father a funny look. “Why are you in a robe? Are you guys having a pajama party, without me?”

Stephen chuckled, uncomfortably, and ran his fingers through his hair. The world had suddenly came crashing back into focus, once Andrea had came into the picture. He had just been making out with Alec. He had just been kissing Andrea’s dad… and Andrea was here… and real. “We wouldn’t leave you out of something like that.” Just everything else, for the time being.

“Wow.” Andy leaned into her friend and smirked. “Who gave you the passion mark? It’s almost pretty.” Andrea tentatively brushed her hand on the hickey, causing Stephen to hitch a breath. “Does it hurt?”

Stephen grabbed at the mark and realized, at once, that yes it did hurt. He cleared his throat and started to walk for the front door. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and turned back to Andrea and her dad. “I just remembered that I have to finish something for Lab. I’ll see you tomorrow, Andy.” With that, he retreated out to his car and revved up the engine.

He realized, after getting half way home, that he had forgotten his babyAndrAndrea’s house. All he knew was that he did not feel up to that awkward situation right now and that they could cut out the thing’s voice box for all he cared. It would probably get him a bad grade, but really…wasn’t that better than…? Stephen rubbed the hot spot on his neck and sighed. Maybe he would go pick the baby up before school.

TBC

-Not sure if I liked it or not. Tell me if you did or didn’t, please. I need to know. Believe it or not (I’m pretty sure you’ll believe it), this is my first shot at anything –truly- slash. Please tell me what needs to be done to make it more enjoyable, if anything.