The Lucas - David Arc

So after brief discussion with my fellow authors, the majority of rewrite in this section of the story is going to focus on the part that was accidentally deleted in the original (the David/Anna interaction, specifically) and a better fleshing out of the ending of said section. Most of the next chapters will simply be edited, but there are a few sections that we've either fleshed the story out a little, or written in or changed sections.

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PART ONE, CHAPTER THREE: The Boiling Point


Lucas leaned his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands full of sweat damp hair the color of fresh grass. A very talented, very wet mouth slid down his stomach, and long callused fingers did new and painfully wonderful things to him. He gasped, feeling that mouth slide even further, the tip of that tongue sliding along the base of his cock. He moaned loudly, his head thrashing, and heard a low, pleased chuckle. He strained upwards, trying to get closer to that mouth, those fingers, and after a moment he felt that mouth wrap hungrily around the head of …

…Lucas jerked awake with a yelp. The alarm clock was screaming on the night stand, and he slapped at it until it stopped. Gasping, he fought with the blankets that were tangled around his legs, nearly falling off the bed in the process. Shaking, he stood up, feeling sick, and stumbled into the bathroom. He was almost certain he was going to vomit. After a very long time sitting beside the toilet, the dry heaving passed and he managed to stand up. Sex dreams always did that to him, one of those funny, horrible quirks life had decided to curse him with. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if he ever actually got around to sex. Throwing up all over your partner is not exactly a turn on, and if he ever found someone who was turned on by that, he probably would just turn and run. Despite the dry heaving and the cold tiles he’d been sitting on for at least twenty minutes, his cock still was painfully hard, and he did his best to ignore it. He didn’t even want to think about the dream.

He’d always known about his… little problem, as his father liked to call it. Girls were strangely shaped and too soft, and he’d never even considered the fact that being attracted to guys was something he should try to hide. So when his father had found his pornography, neatly filed and organized on his external hard drive, they’d sat at the kitchen table and calmly discussed it. His father was disappointed, certainly, but not upset. He was certain it was a phase, and that it would just go away one day. Lucas had his doubts.

Still, the dream bothered. Sure, he should've seen it coming, David was attractive. But he was also a huge pain in the ass.

He glared at himself in the mirror. His hair was come loose from its rubber band, and hung in huge, sweaty knots around his head. Grumbling, he knew he had to comb them out before attempting to wash the mess, so he got to work on that.

An hour later, clean and dressed, his hair tied back in its customary ponytail, Lucas let himself out of the house to take his regular morning walk, locking the door behind him. The neighbor, Mr. Washburn, waved at him from behind the wall of rosebushes that separated their yards. Lucas returned the wave and hurried down the walk, fitting his headphones down over his ears. He turned left and nearly ran face first into David’s car, which was parked halfway in the street and halfway in the driveway of Mr. Washburn’s house.

David was leaning against the hood, eating a bagel. There was a cup carrier with two Styrofoam cups of coffee. “Hey there.” He greeted through a mouthful of bagel. “Got you a coffee. It’s black, I didn’t know what you…” he trailed off when he noticed the look on Lucas’s face. It was somewhere between terrified and murderous. “What’s the matter?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lucas asked him, waving his hands around in a general show of surprise and anger. It apparently struck David as amusing, because he bent over laughing, spraying bagel crumbs all over the sidewalk at his feet. Lucas snorted and folded his arms across his chest, waiting until David stood up straight again, grinning like an idiot. “Well?”

“You said we were going to study on Saturdays.” He said, and crammed the rest of his bagel in his mouth. “Thaffs ‘oo-ay.”

Lucas worked out that he must’ve said ‘that’s today’, and looked at his watch. “One, it’s not even nine in the morning. Two, I said we would study Fridays too, but you bailed yesterday as soon as I agreed.”

David swallowed his mouthful of bagel with some difficulty. He grabbed his coffee and took a long drink, holding the other cup out until Lucas finally took it. David coughed and pounded his chest for a moment as if to clear the blockage that the half chewed bagel had caused. “I didn’t think yesterday counted.” He said, and Lucas sighed. “Besides, I had something to do.”

“I told you, that if I was going to tutor you, it would be when I said-“

“-and you didn’t pick a time. What’s wrong with now?”

“I was going for my walk.” Lucas gestured down the street. “How did you know I would come out of the house? You were just standing there, waiting.”

“I was finishing my bagel when you came out. I was going to knock when I was done. You don’t have a driveway, so I parked in this one.”

Lucas looked at the horrible parking job and smiled despite himself. “Yea, great job.”

David shrugged and picked up the drink carried, tossing it carelessly through the open window of his car. “I’ll walk with you. We can talk about what I need to learn to pass.”

Lucas wanted to hit him in the face. After everything he was going to have to put up with at the hands of this kid (his mind tried to wander to his dream, and he immediately shut it down) now he couldn’t even get his walk in? he decided he had little to no chance of convincing David that he didn’t want company. Sighing, he nodded his approval and started walking, and David fell in beside him.

“So we’re studying World War I…”
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An hour and a half later, Lucas unlocked the backdoor and allowed David to go in before him. David looked unhappy and sweaty. ‘Serves him right.’ Lucas thought smugly, and went to the fridge.

“Man!” David sat down a the table, wincing dramatically. “You said walk, not hike!”

“I always go through the woods.” He handed David a bottle of water, which he took and drank half of without stopping. Lucas watched him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes following the draw and pull of muscles in David’s throat. For the millionth time that morning, his treacherous mind tired to bring forward the dream, and he stomped it down and ignored it before he could start feeling sick again.

David slammed the bottle down on the table, gasping, and Lucas looked away quickly. “Holy shit, I’m having a heart attack.” He moaned, and clutched his chest. “Never again, man. Never again will I let you convince me to talk a walk with you.”

Lucas almost pointed out that David had invited himself, against his own wishes. He had actually opened his mouth to say it when the phone rang. Sighing, he walked to the cradle on the counter and picked up the cordless. The I.D. said Marsh, Anna. He groaned and pushed the TALK button.

“Hey Anna.” He said, and was immediately assaulted with a long, shrieking stream of profanity. He couldn’t even understand half of what was coming out of the phone, but after a few moments he’d picked up “motherfucker”, “my father”, and “my cell phone”. “Why did he take your cell phone away?” he asked, rolling his eyes. She screamed some more, and after a minute he put the phone against his shoulder and covered the mouth piece. “She’ll be at this for a while. Did you bring your history text?”

David glared at him. “Why do you put up with that crazy bitch?” he asked. “She treats you like shit, you know.”

Lucas glared down at his own shoes. He knew what him and Anna looked like, and he supposed she wasn’t exactly a good friend. He knew that the main reason he tolerated her was because they’d both lost their mothers art the exact same time; they had been friends since high school and had died in the same car accident. They’d been driving to pick the kids up from school. He could remember Anna sobbing against his chest, how badly he’d tried to pretend like he was okay, to be strong for her. He’d known her all his life, and had always thought of her like a little sister. He put up with her because his mother had wanted them so badly to be friends, to take care of each other when they were away from their homes.

Since the accident though, Anna had become all of the things Lucas hated about girls in general. She was flighty and loud and stupid, she didn’t care about anything other than what she had, what she wanted, and what she expected to receive. It was an incredibly one sided friendship.

David was staring at him, but he couldn’t come up with anything to say. After a while, David stood up and walked over. He snatched the phone away before Lucas could react, and pushed the END button. Lucas stared at him, shocked, and David leaned forward to place the phone back in its cradle. He did this by simply pressing himself against Lucas so he could reach around him. Lucas could smell him again, that soap and grass and metal smell, and suddenly he had to fight back the urge to either scream, throw up, or sexually assault him. Thankfully, he didn’t have to choose, because David moved away and sat back down.

“I’ll be right back.” Lucas muttered. “Go get your book.” He turned and practically ran down the hall into the bathroom. He slammed the door and locked it behind him.

What the hell was the matter with him? He ran the water in the sink and splashed some on his face. Okay, sure, David was gorgeous, in a strange, dangerous sort of way, but he was so annoying, so pushy. He had no respect for anyone, he did whatever he wanted, and he didn’t listen at all. What was his body thinking, reacting the way it did to him?

“Get a fucking grip.” He told his reflection. He stuck his tongue out at himself and then leaned back against the door, his hands over his face. He had to let this whole thing go. He couldn’t spend six days a week with this guy if every time he got anywhere near him, he turned into a squealing virgin and had to run for cover.

He took a few more minutes, then calmly walked back out. David was in the living room, sprawled out on the floor. He was propped up on his elbows, his history text in front of him. Lucas sat down cross legged beside him and picked up the book.

David turned and gave him that almost endearing smile. “So,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “What do you want me to do first?”

The first answer the popped into his mind was so smutty he had to bite down on his tongue to keep it from spilling out. He cleared his throat and opened the book carefully, trying to ignore the fact that David had rolled over onto his back, and that his shirt had ridden up, showing off a flat, pale expanse of his stomach. He focused on the dates and names on the page, rather than letting his mind provide him with a million and one things he could be doing to David, or having David do to him.

This was the worst tutoring job ever.
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Two weeks later.

Lucas slapped the alarm clock off halfway through its first chime. He hadn’t slept at all. He could he? The last half month of his life had been a nightmare. All semblance of life before David had gone completely out the window by the third day.

He’d had Sunday as a respite that first week, but after that David couldn’t even leave him alone on that one day. He usually found David sitting on the porch waiting for him when he got back from his morning walks, and David never, ever missed a movie. He had started breaking his promise about not talking through them, and made joking comments through the entire length of them like he was trying out for a remake of MST3K. Lucas couldn’t convince David that he liked walking home, and now let the green haired boy drive him every day to avoid the argument. He usually went home with Lucas, ate dinner at his house, and sometimes even passed out on his couch. This, of course, caused more problems with Anna, who had become so mean towards Lucas it made the last few years seem like a pleasure cruise. She would call him just to yell at him, hang up when he was in mid sentence, and then call back five minutes later to whine at him about her problems and expect him to be sympathetic. She ignored him in the halls, and over the last few days had managed to publicly embarrass him every single time he approached her.

As if all of those things weren’t bad enough, the sexual frustration from spending most of his life with David was about to drive him insane. He could never tell if he wanted to beat David to death with the nearest object he could manage to lift, or if he wanted to throw him down on the floor and have his way with him. David seemed completely oblivious to the effect his actions had on Lucas; David was a very physical person. He seemed perfectly comfortable in very close proximity to Lucas, and apparently didn’t even notice that it made Lucas sweat and stammer.

The first couple of days had been almost tolerable. He had been able to sleep only after spending quite a lot of time with his hand down the front of his boxers. The sex dreams were pretty frequent, and he supposed he threw up in the morning more often that most pregnant women. But after the second Friday of life with David, he couldn’t sleep at all. He managed to doze from time to time, in class and in the film lab, but when it was time for bed, his body would not calm down long enough for him to sleep.

Life, in short, had become Hell.

He got out of bed, feeling exhausted and sore, and made his way into the bathroom for his daily morning ritual. The shower didn’t help to wake him up any, and he didn’t bother to eat breakfast. His appetite had suffered tremendously for the last couple of weeks.

While he was lacing up his shoes, it occurred to him that he hadn’t acted this depressed since his mother had passed away. The thought made his heart lurch, and for a moment he was absolutely certain that he was going to start crying. He pressed his hands against his face and took a few long, deep breaths.

“What’s the matter?” David asked from the kitchen doorway.

Lucas nearly scream, David scared him so badly. He jumped to his feet, his heart pounding. David watched him, half amused and half worried. “What the hell are you doing?” he snarled, wanting to walk over and pound David’s head into the wall. “How did you get in?”

“You left the front door open.” David pointed at the door, as though Lucas might need a reminder as to where it was. “Lucas, man, you look awful. Are you okay?”

Lucas nodded quickly and turned his back on David. “I’m fine. I just…” he repressed a shudder, and realized he was still dangerously close to sobbing hysterically. He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth and tried to calm down.

He didn’t hear David move closer to him, so when he touched Lucas’s back, he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Jesus Christ, would you relax?” David grabbed him by the arm. “Hold still for a minute.”

Lucas yanked his arm free, and when he looked at David and realized what he saw on his face was genuine concern and worry, he really did start to cry. He managed to turn his back and get halfway down the hall before David could notice, and yelled over his shoulder, “I’m not going to school today. Go on without me.” He stumbled into his bedroom and slammed the door. He burrowed under his blankets, pulled his pillow over his face, and began to sob.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, but after a while he pulled the pillow away from his face. He wasn’t done crying, but at least he wasn’t sobbing anymore. He stared up at his ceiling, absently wiping at his face.

“Do you feel a little better?”

Lucas jerked up into a sitting position. David was leaning against the closed door, his arms across his chest. Lucas had obviously not heard him come in, and the realization that David had watched him act that way made him feel like someone stomped on his chest all over again.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” Lucas whispered fiercely, his hands fisting into the blanket. “Why can’t you just go away?”

David walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. “A friend wouldn’t’ leave you when you’re feeling that way, man.” He said, and reached out to brush a loose strand of hair away from Lucas’s face. Lucas cringed, and David sighed heavily. “You have some serious problems.”

“Is that a friendly observation?” Lucas snapped. “Thank you so much for pointing it out, I really hadn’t noticed. I have problems?” he laughed bitterly. “No fucking kidding.”

David glared at him. “You don’t have to be a dick, Lucas. I’m trying to be here for you, you know?” he looked away, frowning. “I’m not really good at being friends with people, so you have to cut me some slack.”

Lucas felt a huge, bright red flare of rage gather up in him, and realized he wouldn’t be able to calm down before he said something stupid. ‘To hell with it’ he thought, and let loose on David. “You know what? Fuck you. Seriously.” David looked at him, astonished. “You show up and totally ruin my entire life, and I need to cut you some fucking slack?” Luca clambered off the bed. “You don’t even care that sometimes I just want you to leave me alone. You do whatever the hell you want, and you expect me to just shut up and go along with it. And I do. It’s bullshit. You’re no better than Anna, so you should really stop talking so much shit about what kind of a friend she is. Maybe you should try befriending her. You’re both pushy, loud mouthed, and selfish, so you’ve already got something in common.”

David stood up as well. “Lucas, I know you’re having a bad day-“

Lucas burst out laughing. “I’ve been having a bad fucking life, if you hadn’t noticed! But I was comfortable, don’t you get that?” he was still crying, and he rubbed angrily at his face with the backs of his hands. “I was comfortable being alone. I was okay with just getting by until I could leave this fucking town and go to college. I can make things different in another place, but its too late to start over here. So I kept my head down and just kept going.” He pointed at David, who was looking like he was about to jump across the bed and beat Lucas’s face in. Lucas didn’t care. “But then you had to come along and ruin everything for me. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t you understand that maybe I don’t want friends?”

David stared at him for a moment, then nodded abruptly and turned to glare out the window. “Okay, Lucas, if that’s how you want it, I’ll go. I think you’re under a lot of stress, and I’ll admit maybe I have been to pushy. Maybe I’ve been around too much. But the fucked up part of this is that you and I are so alike. The difference is that where I felt comfortable and happy for the first time in a while, where I was so grateful to met someone I could call my friend, you just felt cornered and put upon. So you’re right. Maybe you don’t want friends.”

Lucas shook his head. “There’s too much you don’t know, David.” He told him. “There’s too many differences, not just the one.”

David stopped halfway to the door and studied Lucas for a moment. “You really believe that, don’t you? That you and I are so unalike?” When Lucas nodded, he smirked. “You’re so naïve.” He closed the distance between them so quickly Lucas didn’t even have time to react. David grabbed his left shoulder with one hand and the back of his head with the other, then pulled down. Lucas’s back bent without resistance, bringing their height differences to nothing.

“David, what-“ Lucas tried to ask what he was doing, but David cut him off by closing the few inches between them and crushing his lips against Lucas’s. The feel of David’s mouth against his own sent his entire body into shutdown, and his knees buckled. David’s fingers tangled painfully in the hair behind the rubber band holding his ponytail, and for a moment before his knees relocked, that was the only thing supported all of Lucas’s weight. His hands came up of their own accord and grabbed fistfuls of David’s shirt, and David traced his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Lucas moaned against him, and David took the opportunity. It was a brief, brutal assault, lips and tongue and teeth, and when David let go of him suddenly, he nearly fell. He grabbed onto the edge of his desk for support. He stared at David, astonished. David stared back, looking angry and guilty and beautiful. Lucas tried to say something, and failed.

David waited only a moment longer before he turned and stalked out of the room, and before Lucas had time to recover, the front door slammed. He stood beside the desk, panting, and listened to David’s car speed away. After a long time he sat down on the desk chair, propped his knees on his elbows, and buried his face in his hands.

He’d thought letting out all his anger on David would make things better. He thought, perhaps, that if David knew how he felt, things would change. They’d changed all right, taken turned into a place Lucas had never been before.

He realized that opening his mouth, in more ways than one, had gotten him way in over his head.
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