Sinning by Default
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,806
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
difficulties of normal life
Alex sneaked into the house, up the stairs, trying to avoid the steps he knew would creak. He hoped they had not realized he was not in his bed; he did not have the energy for another lecture from one of his foster parents, or worse, from both. He had lived here for five years, since he was a boy of eleven, and still it did not feel like home. The house was too big, the furniture too expensive and his so called ‘brothers’ too perfect. Nancy and David Carrington had two real sons; Joshua, 17 and Marc, 11, Alex had never really understood why they had decided to take him in. Probably because they were inherently good people and felt like they should do something to help less fortunate beings, like him. And even though they tried to make him call them mum and dad, even though they tried to take an interest, he knew that they did not really love him, knew that he did not belong. Five years had gone by but sometimes he still missed his mother desperately. He remembered her smiling face perfectly, her scent of coffee and freshly baked bread. He remembered her blood, and her dying screams.
Tonight had been good. The man might have been twice his age, but gorgeous with a hard lean body and dark hair, dark eyes. He wished he was still in that bed.
As he stepped onto the second floor, he realized that the light was on in his room. Shit. He was busted. He sighed, and resisted the urge to just run out and into the night and instead carefully opened the door to his room. On the black couch sat both Nancy and David, looking up when he stepped inside.
“Alex,” Nancy started, carefully, but was interrupted by her husband who was far angrier.
“Where the hell have you been? It’s three am.”
“Out.” Alex answered shortly.
“You can’t just come and go as you wish. You know it’s midnight on Saturdays.”
“I forgot the time.”
“For three hours?”
“I had fun.”
“But, Alex, we worry about you,” Nancy’s voice was dangerously close to pleading, “and you can’t do things like this. Please tell us where you have been?”
“A club.”
“What kind of club lets a sixteen year old in?” David glared at him.
“Does it matter? Can I go to sleep know? I need to study tomorrow.”
“Sure you can.” His foster father’s voice was hard. “You’re grounded for three weeks. We expect you to come directly home from school.”
“All right.” And they left, his perfect imitations of caring parents. They probably regretted ever letting him into their lives. But had they really believed that new clothes and a ‘good’ home would make him as well adjusted as their own children?
Well, fuck them! He threw his clothes off and crawled under the covers, falling asleep thinking of warm, big hands caressing his skin.
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Jack Winter slowly woke up from the longest night of peaceful sleep he had experienced in too many years. At first he could not understand what had made him sleep so deeply. But then he remembered. The neon blinking club from last night, the place filled with people that glowed and danced. He remembered the pale boy with black clothes and a too pretty face hidden behind dark make-up and long blood red hair. His skin had been sweet and soft, as had his yielding lips, the body had been fierce and passionate, buckling underneath his own. Long, black painted nails had scratched his back, nearly drawing blood. The boy had been a sweet mixture of wicked tongue and innocent lips. He remembered staring into dark wide eyes, the color of emerald. The night could have, should have, been a dream, but his body new that it was not. One night might have been more than he deserved but it had been impossible to resist. Such a long time. And he could not help feeling disappointed as he realized that the boy was long gone, that he had never even learned his name.
Showered, and dressed, Jack sat at his kitchen table, nursing a cup of hot black coffee, almost ready to face the coming day. It was the last day of the trial, the thing that had driven him out to the clubs last night, and it was the day that people that did not know him would decide if he would ever see Lucy and Angelica again, if he was deemed responsible enough to spend time with his beloved daughters. Maybe he did not deserve his beautiful little girls but he knew that they needed their father. He just hoped that Melissa would understand that too eventually, if he lost custody completely. She could not hate him forever. Or could she?
Tonight had been good. The man might have been twice his age, but gorgeous with a hard lean body and dark hair, dark eyes. He wished he was still in that bed.
As he stepped onto the second floor, he realized that the light was on in his room. Shit. He was busted. He sighed, and resisted the urge to just run out and into the night and instead carefully opened the door to his room. On the black couch sat both Nancy and David, looking up when he stepped inside.
“Alex,” Nancy started, carefully, but was interrupted by her husband who was far angrier.
“Where the hell have you been? It’s three am.”
“Out.” Alex answered shortly.
“You can’t just come and go as you wish. You know it’s midnight on Saturdays.”
“I forgot the time.”
“For three hours?”
“I had fun.”
“But, Alex, we worry about you,” Nancy’s voice was dangerously close to pleading, “and you can’t do things like this. Please tell us where you have been?”
“A club.”
“What kind of club lets a sixteen year old in?” David glared at him.
“Does it matter? Can I go to sleep know? I need to study tomorrow.”
“Sure you can.” His foster father’s voice was hard. “You’re grounded for three weeks. We expect you to come directly home from school.”
“All right.” And they left, his perfect imitations of caring parents. They probably regretted ever letting him into their lives. But had they really believed that new clothes and a ‘good’ home would make him as well adjusted as their own children?
Well, fuck them! He threw his clothes off and crawled under the covers, falling asleep thinking of warm, big hands caressing his skin.
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Jack Winter slowly woke up from the longest night of peaceful sleep he had experienced in too many years. At first he could not understand what had made him sleep so deeply. But then he remembered. The neon blinking club from last night, the place filled with people that glowed and danced. He remembered the pale boy with black clothes and a too pretty face hidden behind dark make-up and long blood red hair. His skin had been sweet and soft, as had his yielding lips, the body had been fierce and passionate, buckling underneath his own. Long, black painted nails had scratched his back, nearly drawing blood. The boy had been a sweet mixture of wicked tongue and innocent lips. He remembered staring into dark wide eyes, the color of emerald. The night could have, should have, been a dream, but his body new that it was not. One night might have been more than he deserved but it had been impossible to resist. Such a long time. And he could not help feeling disappointed as he realized that the boy was long gone, that he had never even learned his name.
Showered, and dressed, Jack sat at his kitchen table, nursing a cup of hot black coffee, almost ready to face the coming day. It was the last day of the trial, the thing that had driven him out to the clubs last night, and it was the day that people that did not know him would decide if he would ever see Lucy and Angelica again, if he was deemed responsible enough to spend time with his beloved daughters. Maybe he did not deserve his beautiful little girls but he knew that they needed their father. He just hoped that Melissa would understand that too eventually, if he lost custody completely. She could not hate him forever. Or could she?