nothing false and possible

There is some non-con F/M going on at the beginning of this chapter, but I won’t be hurting anybody unduly. Unless, it’s a part of the plot, of course. If you hate this chapter tell me, and if you like it… tell me more! Hehe…

::nothing false and possible- chapter four::

Stephen was doing inventory in the back room of Electronics Boutique, when his boss walked up behind him and whispered in his ear. “We’re finally alone.”

Stephen shivered and sighed. “I’m kind of busy, Jenny. Do you think we could talk later?”

Jenny chuckled and pushed her busty form into Stephen’s back. She ran her hands up and down his sides and circled his waist. She was a good five foot eight, with long black hair and brilliant blue eyes. She was long and lithe, and twenty-seven. She had never been married, but as far as rumors went she had been engaged to Orlando Bloom for one long week, in London. She was a perfect wet dream, all things considered, and she wanted Stephen… badly. “I don’t want to talk, Stephen. I want to fuck.”

Stephen turned around in Jenny’s grip and tried to untwine the woman’s hands. It was no use, though. She was a spider and he was caught in her web. “Jenny, I really don’t think this is a good ide…” Stephen gasped when he felt a pair of soft lips latch onto his own.

Jenny misread the gasp, as one of pleasure and she took the initiative to slip her small, warm tongue into Stephen’s mouth. She moaned at the sensation, as she slipped her small hands down Stephen’s back and cupped his butt, through his work pants. She leaned back and drank in the shocked expression off of Stephen’s face. “You make Dickies and Doc Marten’s look so fucking sexy.” She whispered against his mouth, before taking his bottom lip between her teeth and teasing it, with little nips that were almost painful.

Stephen struggled to gain his strength and pulled back from the onslaught. Jenny was a strong little woman. “Jenny we can not do this.” He stated firmly.

Jenny smiled, knowingly, and ground her skirt-covered pelvis against his semi-erect member, which was starting to tent his pants. “I locked the door. If we are quiet, nobody will bother us.”

Stephen groaned and shook his head. He was -not- liking Jenny’s advances, but being a teenager, of course, he was developing a hard-on at the slightest bit of stimulation. “Jenny, no.” Stephen grabbed Jenny’s wrists and put them together, out in front of his chest. Now that he had a little space to think, he shook his head to clear it.

“Is that how you want it, baby?” Jenny practically purred. Jenny hitched up her right leg and hooked it around Stephen’s waist, pulling him to her. Her skirt fell up her thigh and around her hip, the other side still dangling down a little more discreetly. She ground herself into Stephen and he just about bit off his tongue.

“Jenny, I said no.” Stephen took his hold on Jenny’s wrists and flung her forward, making her stumble backward into a stack of boxes.

Jenny was shocked at this display and she hissed. “What is your fucking probleid?”id?” She stood upright and smoothed out her skirt, before looking at Stephen. “There are guys all over this town who would kill to fuck me two ways from Wednesday. I gave you the chance and you said, no?” Jenny was practically spitting venom. “What type of man are you?”

Stephen sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “The kind that likes other men.”

Jenny’s eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open. “The fuck you say!” She took a few steps toward Stephen and hissed. “I’ve been wasting my time on a fucking faggot, when I could have been screwing Brad from Old Navy, down the way?”

Stephen had known Brad for months and they had shared coffee and long, drawn out discussions during that time. The thought of Jenny trying to force herself on him, made Stephen’s ire grow. “Nope, he’s gay too.” Jenny’s face darkened and Stephen just couldn’t help himself. “It’s not my fault that you’re a fag hag.”

Jenny pulled back her hand and let it fly on it’s own accord. It made a sharp crack against Stephen’s cheek and left a palm shaped print in its wake. Jenny turned to stomp away, but changed her mind. “Maybe you should start thinking about getting another job, Stephen. One where you can do what is expected of you.” Jenny turned back toward the outside door, unlocked it, and left the backroom.

‘What’s expected of me? Sleeping with my boss, is expected of me?’ Stephen took a moment to catch his breath and then, bolted. He had nowhere to run, because he was still on the clock, but he did have one place in the store where Jenny didn’t dare to venture.

Stephen found himself in the bathroom stall, rubbing his cheek and telling himself to calm down. “Tell her you don’t like women and she’ll back off?” Stephen sighed and shook his head. He had taken Alec’s advice about his boss, thinking that it was worth a shot. Oddly enough, it resulted in him getting bitch slapped mad making a quick retreat to the restroom. “Psycho bitch…” He muttered and laid his head against the wall.

Luckily he had only cleaned the bathrooms half an hour before, or otherwise he wouldn’t have a place to sit. He was perched up on the toilet, his boots making shoeprints on the clean ceramic. Before long, he heard a knock on the door and somebody entered. There were three stalls in the bathroom, so it was odd that somebody actually knocked before coming in.

“Stephen?” There was no mistaken those dulcet tones.

‘Oh, shit.’ He cursed mentally and shook his head. What was Alec doing here? Didn’t he have a date with some dumb-fuck lawyer or something? “What do you want?” He tried not to sound like he was pouting, but he was having a pissy day.

“I want you to come out of that stall or I’m busting it op Ale Alec’s voice left no room frgumrgument.

Stephen leaned forward and unlatched the door, then leaned back into his earlier position. His feet were starting to tingle and go numb, but he didn’t care. It took his mind off of the stinging bruise on his cheek. “Come in, then.”

Alec pushed open the door, slowly and looked at the boy. “I asked one of your co-workers where you were and he said I would find you in here. Apparently, you high-tailed it in here, and nobody seems to know why. Are you okay?” Alec looked closer at the boy and realized something was off. He brushed Stephen’s floppy blonde hair away from his face and grunted. “Who hit you?”

Stephen looked up at Alec, icily. Alec was wearing a pair of dress pants and a nice button up shirt. He had a light green tie that pulled out the different pieces of green in his, usually, gray eyes. His hair was slicked, just slightly, and he looked as if he had just shaven. “You look nice. I hope you have a good time on your date. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go quit my job.” Stephen pushed himself up from his ‘seat’ and tried to shove by Alec. The man was like a wall, though. Nothing could have budged him, at that moment.

Alec took a hold of Stephen’s shoulder and shook his head. “Who hit you?”

Stephen narrowed his gaze. “Are you being my friend or my psychiatrist?” He couldn’t help the little snarl in his voice. It was hard not to be upset about the way this day was turning out.

“How about your bodyguard? I really want to hurt somebody right now, Stephen, and I don’t know who to direct my anger at.” Alec’s face didn’t change from its usual calm expression, but something was brewing behind his eyes.

“I took your advice about my boss, and let’s just say that she was insulted.” Stephen again tried to push by Alec, but with no luck. “Damn it, Alec, I want to get out of here!” He took a deep breath and let out a sobbing sigh.

Alec’s face fell and he knew that this wasn’t just about Stephen’s day at work. He had something to do with the hurt this boy was going through. Alec opened his arms and pulled Stephen into a hug. The boy melted into his embrace and he gave him a comforting squeeze. “I’m so sorry, Stephen. I should have never come on to you.”

Stephen pushed away from Alec and sighed, while crossing his arms across his chest, in an irritated fashion. “You are such a bastard, Alec. Why do I have to like you so much?” Stephen shook his head. “Just let me out of here. I’m going to wash my face and then go tell my boss to fuck off, in front of the others.”

Alec stepped aside and chuckled. “That should get you a nice referral.”

Stephen turned on the tap, splashed some cool water on his face, and grabbed for a paper towel, blindly. Once he could feel the paper towels, he snatched one out of the holder and wiped his face. “My job is already screwed to hell and back. I’m filing a complaint, anyway. She called me a bunch of slanderous and derogatory names that will most likely cost her job.”

“She called you names and hit you? You could sue her for sexual harassment and for employee abuse.” Alec watched Stephen inspect his bruise and smirked. The boy was even beautiful in his rage.

“Not really, because I called her a fag hag and that’s sure to come up in court.” Stephen met Alec’s stare though the mirror and arched a brow. “You going to discuss this with your lawyer friend tonight?”

Alec pulled a look and shook his head. “I didn’t say anything about going out with a lawyer. And no, I won’t be discussing you tonight. I’ll be discussing Andrea and how it’s going at my workplace and his…Jacob is definitely not a lawyer. He’s a teacher… and a friend.”

Stephen turned and leaned back against the sink. “Is he a friend like I’m a ‘friend’?”

Alec’s face became stern. “That’s none of your business, Stephen.”

Stephen nodded and sighed, while looking down at his feet. He almost felt bad for making the comment, but then he decided it wasn’t worth feeling guilty over, at the moment. “Agreed. I was just curious.”

Alec ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, when he realized he mussed up the perfectly coifed look. “I was just coming to tell you that I brought your electronic baby. It’s been relatively good. I’ve only had to spank it four or five times.”

Stephen’s face paled. “That will constitute as abuse in the doll’s computer system.”

Alec chuckled. “Well, he shouldn’t have eaten my favorite tie.”

Stephen realized that Alec was joking and he sighed with relief. “Could you do me a small favor and drop it off at the Old Navy outlet, down the way? If you give it to the customer service guy named Brad and tell him it’s mine, he’ll watch it, until I finish what I have to do.”

Alec grew somber and he nodded. “You do have my cell phone number, right?” Stephen nodded and Alec sighed. “Feel free to call me anytime. I’ll be there in case of emergency or just if you need a friend.”

Stephen smirked and nodded. “Sure. Now, don’t be late for your ‘date’.”

Alec rolled his eyes and chuckled. “If I’m not, I’ll have to wait for-damn-ever before Jacob gets there. He’s kind of scatter brained, no matter how smart he is.” Alec looked back at the boy, who just leaned against the sink serenely watching him. He took a step towarm anm and leaned in to give him a fleeting kiss. It was chaste and perfectly sweet. “Don’t let her hurt you, anymore, or I’ll be forced to kill her.” Alec leaned back and smiled. “I’ll talk to you later, baby boy.” Alec turned and walked out the door, leaving Stephen behind to gather his thoughts.

Alec made his way to his car, to collect the electronic doll. It was crying, and he felt like a heel for leaving it in the car alone. “Damn you, you digital brat. I’m not supposed to feel guilty over a toy.” He picked the doll up and twisted the key in it’s back, before walking it to Old Navy. He dropped it off with Brad, a muscular tan young man with dark hair and darker eyes, and swore when he left the store. Why did Stephen even look at him, when there were young men like that nearby?

Alec got in his car and revved it up. The ’67 Corvette was a deep shade of blue, which almost looked black in certain lights. He was proud of his car. Andrea’s mother had given him this car the same year she had given him Andrea. Her giving him the car was a sign of her appreciation for him. Her giving him Andrea was her sign of love for the child. Andrea had only been three when her mother had been declared mentally incapable of taking care of herself, as well as any other living thing. DEFACS had wanted to take Andy away, but she had other plans. She would have rather killed Andrea than to give her to the government. At least, that was what she told her psychiatrist…

Alec could hardly remember being twenty-three. He had been young and reckless, looking for his next patient and his next lay. Declared a young genius in his high school years, he had been promoted in his schooling until he graduated at the age of fifteen. By the time he was twenty-three, he had his own practice and a steady stream of regular patients. One who just happened to be Andy’s mom; a beautiful young woman with curly red hair and an easy smile. Alec had known that he wasn’t fit to raise a little girl, but he wasn’t declared insane and he had a good income. After paying off the right people, he received custody of a perfect little girl that turned out to be a little piece of spitfire. All of Andy’s life, Alec kept an eye on her mental state. It was well known that schizophrenia ran in the family, from mother to daughter. Andy showed signs of rebellion and dope smoking, but she didn’t seem to be crazy, as of yet.

Alec reached his destination and parked his car further out in the parking lot, than was necessary. He didn’t want to risk getting a scratch on the paint job. He hiked up to the restaurant and stopped outside, when he saw his dinner partner lounging on a bench, smoking a cigarette. “I thought that choir teachers knew better than to ruin their lungs and throat.” He teased his friend, as he walked into the little grassy area.

The man let the smoke billow out of his lungs and grinned, widely. “Just like Psychiatrists know not to self medicate. How many valiums have you taken this month?”

Alec took a seat beside his friend and sighed. “Jacob, I think I need some advice.”

Jacob shrugged and took another drag. “That’s more your area than mine, but shoot.”

“I think I’m falling for somebody, but he’s a little too young for my… usual tastes.” Alec slumped forward and leaned his elbows on his knees.

Jacob put his cigarette out on the bench arm and flicked the bud into the grass. “How young? He’s not a minor, is he?”

Alec shook his head and pulled a face. “I’m not a perv, Jake.”

Jacob chuckled and shrugged. “I have a couple of students that I think are worth a good shagging, but I guess that makes me a perv, now, doesn’t it?” He bumped his shoulder with Alec and grinned at the man.

“You’re younger than me and if they are eighteen it’s legal.” Alec groaned. “I’m ten years older than –you- and he’s like… ten years younger than that.”

Jacob’s eyes grew wide and he nodded. “Oh…”

Alec shrugged and slumped in his seat. He was probably wrinkling his suit, but he really didn’t care. “He’s Andy’s best friend too.”

Jacob’s eyes grew wider, if it was possible, and he gulped. “Oh?”

Alec scowled and nodded. “You probably know him. His name’s Stephen McDaniel.”

Jacob rubbed his temples and grunted. “Stephen? Stephen is your crush? Dear God, man. He’s my best student.”

Alec gave Jacob a look and nodded. “And worth a good shagging?”

Jacob pulled a frown and stood up, refusing to acknowledge the taunt. “Lets go eat something. I’m starving.”

Alec nodded, as he thought back to the boy who haunted his dreams. “So, am I.”

TBC

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