Coming of Age -- Ending Two of Four is up!

So here's the 3rd chapter. I really hope you enjoy it, and please review!
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Connor stuck his head under the torrent of water and closed his eyes. His entire body was sore, his mouth was dry and started strange, and when he first woke up this morning, it was to the boy’s hand creeping down his stomach towards the waistband of his pants. He was too groggy and drained to make him stop, and he recognized that part of him didn’t want him to stop. So he’d let the boy wrap those cold, talented fingers around his erection and do whatever it was he wanted to. Connor enjoyed the hell out of it at the time, but now...

An hour later, Connor was in the shower. The boy was sitting just outside the stall, his back against the glass door. He’d seemed very upset with Connor when he wasn’t allowed in the shower with him, but Connor was adamant about it. He made the boy take a shower first, grateful that he managed to figure out soap and shampoo and whatnot on his own, then he took his own shower. He washed his hair and body as quickly as he could, planning on just a quick shower. But the water was feel so great on his skin… being in such close contact with the boy’s unnaturally cold body for most of the night had dropped Connor’s own body temperature, he couldn’t make himself get out just yet.

He leaned against the tiled wall and thought about what had happened. He didn’t understand it. He had a girlfriend. He’d never liked guys before this. Why was the silver haired boy any different? He squinted through the steam and fogged glass at the boy. Blurry like this, he sort of looked like a girl… except for the expanse of his shoulders.

He remember waking up in the middle of night to the sound of the boy sobbing. He’d rolled over to see the boy curled up in the fetal position, his arms wrapped around his head. He’d pulled the boy into his arms without thinking and let him cry as he stroked his back. The boy’s tears had been painfully cold against his skin.

Connor sighed and turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower stall, not really that surprised when the boy turned, smiling, towel in hand. He reached for it, but the boy apparently wanted to do it himself. There ensued a brief struggle over the towel, but when the boy shouted something in his strange, musical language, his eyes huge and full of hurt, Connor gave up and let him have his way. He planned on taking the boy shopping for some clothes that actually fit him, and after another struggle over whether or not the boy was going to give him yet another hand job, which Connor blatantly refused no matter how much the boy pouted and whined, he managed to get them both dressed and downstairs.

Luckily for Connor, no one seemed to be around, so he got the boy out of the house and to the car without any problems. The boy seemed overjoyed at the outside world in general, but when it came time to actually get into the car, he started to panic. He backed away from the car, hands out in front of him, and began to slowly shake his head back and forth. Connor touched his arm and he flinched away.

“It’s okay, really. Look.” Connor went and got in the cat by himself. The boy watched skeptically, scowling. Connor put the top down on the convertible and showed him that the car wasn’t going to eat him or anything, and after a long hesitation, the boy crept forward and got in. Connor leaned over the strap the seat belt around him, which the boy seemed perfectly fine with. When Connor moved to back off, the boy caught him by the back of the neck. The look on his face was scared and pleading.

“It’ll be okay.” Connor assured him, and patted his leg. The boy tried a tiny smile, and when Connor returned it, he leaned forward and kissed him gently. Connor almost pulled back, but the boy tightened his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, so he gave in and opened his mouth for the boy’s tongue. The boy kissed him thoroughly for a good long time before finally letting him go. Connor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and started the car.

The boy began to shout loudly and fumble at the seat belt. Connor reached over and put his hand on the back of the boy’s neck. “Hey, hey, no, it’s fine.” He told him, and the boy babbled at him in that sing song language. Connor stroked his silver hair back from his face and shushed him, and the boy quieted a little. He took Connor’s hand in his own and laced their fingers together tightly. Connor sighed. Whatever kept the boy calm, he figured, and put the car into drive.
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Connor took him shopping for clothes, which took way longer than he expected and ended up being a total fiasco. The boy was nervous and jumpy around other people, and Connor had to figure out how to take his measurements himself, because the boy wouldn’t let anyone touch him. They managed to find something suitable for him to wear right at the moment, and Connor had to explain to the dressing room woman why had simply had to go into the stall with the boy.

Four and half hours later, his trunk nearly full of clothing, shoes, and other necessary-to-life things for the boy, Connor realized he was starving. He steered the boy towards a café by taking hold of his elbow, and the boy slipped his arm around Connor’s waist. Scowling, Connor let it go for the time being.

They were seated, and Connor ordered for both of them, but the boy started gesturing at him. Connor watched him carefully as he pantomimed something, and after a few minutes he realized the boy was asking for the drink he’d had the day before. Smiling despite himself, he ordered the boy a strawberry milkshake as well.

They sat in silence for a while, and Connor tried to figure out just what the hell he was going to do. He traced the edge of the cuff with the tip of one finger. He’d let this boy touch him in places that he’d been uncomfortable with his girlfriend touching most of the time, and somehow his conscience wasn’t freaking out about it. He didn’t really think he was gay, but the boy really was very beautiful. He watched him carefully.

The boy was staring up at the sky, a small smile on his face. When a flock of pigeons on the opposite sidewalk caught his attention, he actually laughed. It was the same low, throaty laugh he’d let out while they were in bed together last night, and suddenly Connor had a painful hard on.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he realized that the group of people that were just now coming into the café were his friends. His girlfriend, Lila, and her best friend Rachel, and Rachel’s boyfriend Seth, were walking side by side, all of them talking at once. From the looks of theirs bags, they’d been shopping too. Lila caught sight of him and shrieked out a hello.

The sound made the boy turned and look at her, and after he’d given her a once over, his eyes took on a dull, disinterested look. Connor waved her halfheartedly, and the three of them came over and sat down. Lila leaned over and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. He returned the kiss reluctantly. He was still worried about her time away from him, and the fact that she was now face to face with the boy, and he had no way of explaining him, was even worse.

“Fancy meeting you here.” She told him, smiling. “Who’s your friend?” she ignored Connor’s attempt at an answer and leaned over, holding out her hand. “Hi, I’m Lila, what’s your name?”

Amazingly, the boy took her hand. He didn’t shake it, but he held it for a moment before letting it go. “Jin.” He said, and Connor gaped at him, shocked. He touched his own chest and said, “Jin.” one more time, to emphasize.

“Jin? What an interesting name!” Lila said, her smile widening a little. She looked at Connor. “Who is he?”

“My… um… cousin.” He blurted. “From out of town, you know.” He picked up his glass of water and took a long drink.

“You guys have matching bracelets?” Seth asked, raising one eyebrow. Connor choked on a piece of ice, and Lila clapped him on the back.

“Family heirlooms.” Connor said, floundering for a cover story. He made a show of looking at his watch. “Look, we’ve got to get back.” He stood up, but froze in an awkward half sitting, half standing position when he caught the look on Rachel’s face. She saw him looking and smiled softly. Then she discreetly tapped her wrist, where a cuff would sit, and nodded at him. He tried to smile, failed miserably, and finished standing. “Jin, come on, we’re leaving.”

Jin stood compliantly and stepped away from the table. Lila watched him, scowling. “It was nice to meet you, Jin.” She said, and Jin turned to look at her. He opened his mouth.

“Jin.” Connor snapped. “Now.” Jin closed his mouth and hurried over to Connor’s side. “I’ll call you later.” Connor told Lila, who was looking upset and confused by their behavior. Connor didn’t have time to make her feel better though. He turned and fled the café.

Jin followed easily enough, and when they got to the car he got in and put his seat belt on without any help, much to Connor’s relief. Connor started the car and got the hell out of there as fast as he could. They weren’t even out of the parking lot before the boy slid his hand up Connor’s thigh.
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Connor sat at his desk, his head in his hands. He’d gotten out of the meeting with only minor damage, or so he thought at first. But as he thought about it, it made him realize just how bad the situation really was. The lie he’d told to Lila had seemed easy enough when it came out of his mouth, but a few very important points had been brought to light that made him realize it was a grave mistake.

For one, the boy, Jin, refused to keep his hands to himself. Between the car ride, the walk into the house, and the act of putting the clothes away in the closet, Connor had been groped, kissed, pushed into a chair and straddled… Jin seemed to want to undress him as often as possible, and Connor was beginning to realize that his body would not listen to his brain once the silver haired boy got going.

Two, Jin had completely balked when Connor suggested he learn to speak English. He seemed to understand it perfectly, but the idea of speaking seemed to offend him. He said something that sounded harsh and angry in that odd, lyrical language of his, and then stood up and moved as far away from Connor as the cuffs would allow him. Then he sat down, turned his back, and ignored Connor.

Since then, the room had been dead silent. Connor realized that he could probably spend the rest of the summer hiding in the house, but what was he supposed to do when school started again? He couldn’t very well explain away the ethereal boy who didn’t speak a word of English, who wanted to do nothing more than grope and fondle him all hours of the day to his teachers and classmates.

He considered calling Rachel. She was about a month away from her eighteenth birthday, and she’d made it painfully obvious that she, too, had a family that participated in the ward tradition. He pictured trying to explain what his problem was to her, and laughed bitterly. Yea, that was a good idea. Just call her and ask if she knows of any guys suddenly turning gay for their wards. He groaned and thumped his forehead painfully onto the desktop.

There was a knock on the door, and Connor sat up and turned to look at the door. “Come on in.” he called, and his brother slipped inside.

“Hey, Connor.” Quinn greeted. “How are things with your ward?”

“I found out his name.” Connor said. “Jin.” The silver haired boy looked up at the sound of his own name, and Connor smiled at him. The boy scowled and went back to pouting. “I offended him.”

“Figures you would.” Quinn sat down on the floor by the desk. “Heard you went shopping, too. How was that?”

“It was a pain in the ass, to tell the truth.” Connor stretched, hearing his back pop audibly. “I’m so worn out. I just want to take a nap.” He saw the look of anxiety on his little brothers’ face and frowned. “Quinn, what’s up, man? You look kind of upset.”

Quinn shot Jin a look that Connor thought seemed almost fearful. “Nothing. We’ll talk about it later.” He stood up. “Get some sleep, yea? You look like crap.”

Connor nodded and watched his brother leave the room. Then he stood up. “Jin?” The boy looked up at him, still frowning. “I’m going to go lay down. Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

The scowl disappeared from Jin’s face and he jumped to his feet. He took Connor’s hand and literally dragged him towards the bedroom. Connor stumbled and nearly fell, but Jin steered him easily enough so that when his feet finally did go out from under him, he landed on his back on the bed. Jin climbed onto his lap and made a soft, purring sound low in his throat, his fingers already yanking at the buttons of Connor’s shirt.

“I didn’t mean that we should do this.” Connor snapped, and grabbed Jin by the wrists. “Would you relax?”

Jin leaned down, his hands still pinned together, and ran his cool, wet tongue along Connor’s jaw line to his earlobe, which he teased with the his tongue and teeth. Connor felt himself straining up against the silver haired boy, despite what he was trying to make himself do, which was get the sex maniac off of his lap. The boy rolled his hips, and Connor thrust up to meet him, his hands letting go of Jin’s wrists. In an instant Jin was shoving his shirt off his shoulders and sliding his mouth down, past his neck and over his collarbone. Connor had a split second to realize where this was headed before that cold, talented mouth latched onto his right nipple. He arched up, his hand tangling itself in Jin’s hair, and when Jin pushed his knees apart, he spread them without thinking. Jin ground his erection down hard against Connor’s at the same time he bit down on his nipple, and Connor nearly lost it right there. But then Jin was sliding down again, off the bed, and his hands made quick work of Connor’s belt buckle. He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops and pulled, hard, until Connor’s pants were off and thrown across the room. Connor let his head fall back as Jin’s mouth trailed down towards his cock.

“Wait, wait…” he sat up on his elbows, a realization dawning on him. Jin looked up, his lips barely an inch away from the tip of Connor’s cock. “You…. It’s cold.” He whispered, and saw the absolutely wicked smile on Jin’s face. He bit his lip and nearly screamed as Jin wrapped his mouth around him. It was cold and wet and wonderful, and when Jin sucked gently and started to move, Connor started moaning. A part in the back of his mind wondered if anyone in the rest of the house could hear him; he sounded so loud to his own ears. He grabbed Jin by the hair, unable to help himself, and began to thrust into that perfect mouth. He felt rather than heard Jin moaned around his cock, and that sent him over the edge. He exploded, his whole body arching up, and Jin went with him, sucking and swallowing until Connor was finished.

Connor took a minute to catch his breath, and Jin stayed kneeled at his feet. After his heart beat had somewhat returned to normal, Connor sat up.

Jin’s head was lowered, his shoulders hunched. He was panting hoarsely, his hands working furious at his own erection. Connor must have some sound, because Jin’s head snapped up, and looked at him, his huge, teal eyes pleading. He shuddered and turned his head away, and before Connor could second guess himself, he pulled Jin up onto the bed by his arms. Jin came easily enough, and when Connor laid them both out on the bed, he rolled half on top of Connor, his legs wrapped around one of his thighs, and ground his erection against it. Connor pushed him away, onto his back, and Jin whimpered, his fingernails digging into Connor’s shoulders.

Connor leaned down and kissed Jin, nudging his lips apart to explore the inside of Jin’s mouth. Jin made that low purring sound again, and when Connor caught his wrists and pushed them up above his head, he moaned and bit at Connor’s tongue. Connor pushed one hand to keep Jin’s wrists together, and wrapped the other around the base of Jin’s cock. It twitched in his hand, and Jin rocked his hips almost frantically. Connor made him stop by pinning his legs down with his own, and Jin broke the kiss and growled at him. Connor smiled.

“Relax.” He told Jin softly. “You get to play with me all the time. I want my turn.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth they shocked him, but he also realized it was true. No matter what Jin was, no matter how awkward or unrealistic their situation, Connor wanted him. He liked the things Jin did to him, and more than that, he wanted to do them to Jin.

Jin looked up at him, his eyes huge and pleading, and for a moment Connor thought he was cry. Instead, he opened his mouth and whispered something in his own language. It was only one syllable, over and over, and he didn’t know what it meant, but all the same he knew what it meant.

Jin was begging.

Connor was immediately hard again. He lowered his head and thrust his tongue deep into Jin’s mouth. He released Jin’s wrist and grabbed the silver haired boy by the hips, rolling so that Jin was on top of him. Jin rubbed his erection hard against Connor’s thigh, his nails raking painful lines down Connor’s chest. They both reach for Jin’s cock at the same time, but Connor’s fingers got there first, and Jin moaned. He set a quick, hard pace, still exploring Jin’s mouth with his tongue. Jin rocked back and forth, his hair a silver curtain against the side of Connor’s face, and the rocking caused the cleft of his ass to rub Connor’s erection. He sucked at Connor’s tongue, wrapping his own around like he had to Connor’s cock. Connor slipped his other hand around Jin’s waist, stroking his spine, and Jin made strange, lovely purring sound a moment before he bucked against Connor, spilling semen the roughly the temperature of ice water all over Connor’s hand and stomach. Connor shouted in surprise, his own release spurting against Jin’s ass. Jin collapsed forward, and Connor moved his head just in time to not get his teeth knocked out by Jin’s forehead. The silver haired boy was panting and purring at the same time, his nails scrabbling softly at the skin of Connor’s shoulders. He whispered something and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Connor’s neck before rolling away and pulling the blanket over his head.

Connor lay on his back, panting. He sat up, searching around until he found his shirt, and using that to clean himself off. He nudged Jin’s shoulder with the tip of one finger. “Hey, come here.” He whispered. “You’re probably sticky as hell.”

Jin made a content humming sound and ignored him, so Connor lay back again and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost instantly.
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Connor woke up to Jin screaming.

He bolted straight up, his heart pounding. Jin was thrashing wildly beside him, shrieking and clawing at he air in front of his face. Connor, scared half to death, reached out and grabbed his wrists to make him stop. Jin began to babble in his native language, his head thrashing back and forth, sobbing the entire time.

“Hey, hey, stop!” Connor shook him, and Jin screamed against and cringed away. Connor realized that he was still asleep, so he did the first thing he could think of to wake him up. He bent down and kissed him.

After first Jin struggled against him, his face slick with his cold tears, but after a few moments he seemed to recognize Connor’s mouth and relax. He sighed softly against the invading tongue, and Connor pulled back. Jin’s eyelids fluttered and opened, and when he saw Connor leaning over him, he smiled softly. Connor brushed a sweaty lock of hair away from Jin’s face and returned the smile. Then he lay back and gathered the boy up against his chest. In a few moments Jin had fallen back asleep. Apparently whatever nightmares plagued him didn’t stop him from sleeping like a rock.

Connor stayed awake. He wasn’t quite sure why the boy in his arms made him feel the way he did; happy and annoyed and out of control of himself. No one had ever had an effect like on him before. He’d never been big on sex in general, but suddenly he spent more time with this guy’s hands down his pants than he did doing anything else at all. He liked it, but it scared him, too. He closed his eyes and buried his face in Jin’s hair, smelling the strange, slightly spearmint scent of him. He drifted back to sleep.
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In his father’s study, Quinn sat at the computer, his face bathed in pale blue light from the monitor. He looked sick and stressed, and as he read, his eyebrows drew together. “This doesn’t make any sense…” he whispered, scrolling through the files his father had hidden on a thumb drive. Quinn had found it completely by accident, and his curiosity always got the best of him. He’d always expected that his father might be involved in something not exactly legal, but this…

Quinn’s head ached from trying to accept and process everything he’d just read. The fact that his father was the kind of man to do these things was bad enough, but to use Connor like that…

Quinn glanced at the family portrait in the frame on his father’s desk. Connor and his father, arm in arm, grinning like fools. Connor really had no idea at all how much danger their father had put him in. He had no idea what that… thing really was.

Quinn stood, pulling the thumb drive out of the port and turning the monitor off. He had to do something, anything, to help his brother, to put a stop to this blasphemous situation.

But what?