Different Interests, Different Lives

Hi!! sorry its taken me so long to get this up but I was a bit busy being sick and busy with school and stuff. I had some stuff down but when i went to update it, it wasn\'t really that long so i decided i wanted to put something longer up :D

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Over the next few days, the weekend seemed more and more like a dream to Chris and to Matt as well. That time on the beach and in the coffee shop stood out in Chris’ mind the most. He couldn’t forget them and the nostalgic feeling that came with them. Soon, he began to stare at Matt in class and allow himself to do so, never catching himself and turning away. He began to let Matt kiss him more and more, longer and longer. It began to escalate until soon he found himself dreaming about Matt, about kissing him and holding him back easily, about letting Matt take him and touch him. There were many times he would awake to find himself aroused at the dreams, and a few times, he even found his pajamas damp in the crotch when he hadn’t woken up before the dream could finish. Chris knew what these dreams meant, it meant he was wanting Matt more and more, and one night as he was readying himself for bed, he finally realized what it was he had been fighting since he came into Matt’s house that day he ran away from home. At the same time, this realization brought on memories of those times when they kissed and touched, and some burning desire soon enveloped him. Chris shook a minute at the shock of such a strong feeling but he knew what it was he wanted and why, he knew that it was all right. He slowly made his way to Matt’s room and when he got there, Matt had his back to him and was taking his shirt off. This only added fuel to the fire.



“Matt…” he whispered as he embraced him from behind, his hands splayed across chest and abs. He pressed his lips to the small of Matt’s back, forcing him to flinch and tense. Matt covered his hands with his own.



“Chris…what-?” Matt stopped his sentence as Chris held tighter, pushing his hips against Matt and showing him his slowly growing erection. He traced Matt’s body and worked his way up to his neck and down to his

beltline, feeling Matt shiver slightly. His finger slid past his beltline and that did it. Mat took him and threw him on the bed, laying on him with his leg moving between his legs. Chris closed his eyes and moaned before his face was forced back to look at Matt. “Chris, when I’ve started, I won’t stop…”



He lay there a minute with Matt’s hand on his chin then his arms snaked around the blonde’s neck and whispered, “I know.”



Seizing him by the hips, he slowly grinded his leg into Matt’s groin. No hesitations, no second-guessing. They began removing clothing piece by piece, kissing in between each one and heightening the need they felt in themselves until they were both finally naked under the sheets. Bent low over him, Matt placed himself between Chris’ legs and readied himself but stopped. Chris stared back waiting, until he realized Matt was making sure that it was what he wanted, that he didn’t want to do this unless Chris was ready now, to let him go through with this. He stared up at him, the lust apparent in his eyes, but there was something else. The look was familiar in the way that Matt had given it to him many times, and it sent a familiar feeling through him that until that moment when he was laying underneath Matt, ready and willing, he hadn’t been able to recognize. His heart swelled with the love he saw in Matt’s eyes and the love he felt inside himself and with that final decision of what that feeling was inside, he reached up and kissed Matt full on the lips. Matt spread his legs wider and entered him, Chris’ teeth biting down and brining blood in return. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected, but it hurt a lot. Matt was slow when he began thrusting, not wanting to hurt Chris anymore than he already, and Chris soon found a pleasurable warmth spreading through him. His fingers dug into Matt’s shoulder as he felt this pleasure increasing and he moaned softly into Matt’s ear. They continued pushing against each other until Matt came, then Chris, falling limp onto the bed together. Matt kissed him gently as he pulled out and rolled off of Chris, holding him close as he bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm. Chris was in a similar state, but his was more mind boggling in the sense that he couldn’t think, couldn’t move he was so relaxed and elated. All he could muster up in that period of no conscious thought, there was one thing that came out. “I love you Matt…” and he was asleep, soon followed by Matt.



They slept for a few hours, with dreamless sleep. At about two in the morning, Chris woke to an incredible thirst and when he went to get up, he was pulled back and forced to sit back down on the bed. “Where’re you going?” Matt’s voice was a bit raspy and he seemed half-asleep, but his grip was firm.



“I was going to get something to drink…” He muttered. Matt laid him back and got on top of him, placing his hand in his crotch, gripping him softly, but even the gentle touch made Chris harden almost instantly.



“Again,” He whispered softly, sensually into his ear as he slowly moved his hand back and forth, making Chris moan loudly.



“Whatever you say…” and they did again. Louder and rougher this time like there was nothing to hold back on, no more reservations or doubts. That night, Chris could feel inside, some part of himself leave, making what felt like a hole in him. In it, he put that piece of Matt he had been given and he felt like he was whole, complete, he felt really truly happy.





The clock on the nightstand glared out at Chris, reading a quarter to six in the morning. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Only three and a half hours altogether, and I can’t get back to sleep. Next to him, Matt mumbled in his sleep. Chris looked down at him and smiled as he remembered all the places, all the sides of each other they had shared that no one ever saw. He stroked his head then down his neck and blushed at the sight of a mark there. Somewhere in the middle of the night, of their romp on the bed, he had put it there and without looking, he knew he had at least two on himself from Matt. We did it; we shared a bed the way real lovers do.



He blushed harder and got up from the bed, wincing and stumbling a bit from the pain, and grabbing one of Matt’s robes he saw on a hanger in the closet. “I’ll make breakfast.”



Chris hurried downstairs, slipping the robe on over his naked body. In a mirror in the hallway, his eye caught the black necklace around his neck in passing and he touched it. He walked into the kitchen and there on the counter was the other. Sometime since they had been home from their trip he had put it there and forgotten about it. Picking it up, he thought about what Matt had told him in the coffee shop, then he pocketed it into his robe and began getting things out for cooking. He began frying eggs and he got lost in the feel of domestic quality. Matt was what he thought about and the more he did, the more he wondered what he thought about Chris finally accepting the relationship. How will things go now? Will they be different? He knew that Matt was a guy like him, and most guys go for things like sex and when they get it, they’re through, they lose interest…sometimes. Would Matt be like that? Would he lose interest that quickly after making him fall for him? Chris doubted it, he could see that Matt wasn’t like that, but there was that slight bit of fear in the back of his mind that Matt would drop him, just give him up since he got the sex, and he would just be a bother now if anything happened to jeopardize his life or his job. But I’m ok with that. Even if he lies to me, even if he throws me away, I’m fine with that. Right now is all that matters, all that I care about and all that I need to worry about… And then Chris forced himself to be lost in the wonderful domestic feel of cooking breakfast for Matt. He cooked for a while, getting the eggs on the table and buttering the toast when Matt came up behind him and held him.



“Morning.” He sighed into his neck. “Smells good…”



“Th-thanks…” He stammered back. Chris didn’t know if it was awkwardness or nervousness but something about the way Matt held and talked to him made his stomach flip. “I-Its almost ready.”



Matt ran his hands down Chris’ arms, pushing them down. On impulse, Chris’ hands released and the knife clattered on the plate distantly in his ears. Their hands laced a second and he ran his hands back up, moving to the open flap in the robe and pulling it off of his shoulders to kiss him and spread his fingers across his front like Chris had done to him the night before. “It can wait a minute or more…”



Chris realized his intentions and tried to move his hands from where they had been placed on the counter. They wouldn’t move and he tilted his head backwards as Matt pressed him against the counter with his hips. “Matt, we…we have school…”



“No one will mind if we’re a little late.” He stood there, holding him, nothing else. “I just want to stand here a minute.”



Chris relaxed at the sound of his voice in his ear. It wasn’t seductive or laced with intention, it was just there, showing that he wanted nothing more than to just share the teenager’s company. He couldn’t help that he was heated from the touches and feel of the bigger and stronger body pressed against him, but he had calmed down almost as fast as he had become heated, just from Matt’s voice, hearing his heartbeat beating in his ear. He found he was able to move his hands, he leaned back even further and covered Matt’s with them, then turned around and they kissed. It was beautiful, and it was perfect as they stood in the kitchen, sharing the morning after a night of sharing each other the night before.



“Matt, I have something to give you.” He broke apart from him a bit and pulled out the necklace. He slipped it on him and smiled. “Now we have a piece of each other.”



They laughed. Both at how hackneyed and horribly overused the line sounded, how they fell for one another in a ridiculously short amount of time and how it all seemed to fit, how they were happy with the outcome of things. They ate breakfast before going to school, the spirit of their laughter circulating in their minds long after it had died. Chris found things to be normal, and fine that day, but Sam noticed something that no one else really did. Chris was different; smiling and laughing more around the other guys and actually making a few jokes with them. At lunch, he waited for Chris outside of class while he said good-bye to Matt. When he came out, they made their way to the cafeteria.



You seem different,” Sam turned to take a different route and Chris followed. “



“I do? How so?” They stopped near a classroom and sat down, leaning against the wall.



“I don’t know…you’re just, happier and more outgoing.” Sam looked at him and watched him think about it, pulling at his lip ring as he thought. “I think it may have something to do with Mr. Heights.”



Chris blushed a bit and said, “It may.”



Sam could see him turn even redder and he grinned and asked in a low voice, “What have you guys done? How far have you gone?”



He blushed even harder. He stumbled and mumbled over his words a moment before he finally muttered, “ We’ve done it, we went all the way.”



Expecting him to be at least a little surprised, he waited for Sam to say something other than, “So you know what you are now?”



“Yeah.”



Sam smiled and pushed his head gently. “Hey, you keep blushing.”



“No I don’t!” Chris hid his smiling face as Sam laughed next to him. He threw a punch at him and said, “Knock it off, alright? And don’t tell anyone.”



Wiping tears away, Sam nodded and asked, “How many times did you guys do it? Two?”



“Lucky guess,” He stretched his legs out across the hall.



They sat and listened to the people chatting in the classroom until Sam smiled. “I’m glad you’re with him Chris. It’s been a long time since you’ve been like this.”



Chris looked at him, his surprise at the statement evident on his face but then it disappeared and he smiled as he looked down. “Yeah…me too…”





It didn’t take long for Chris to open up about how he was to Sam and become a bit more comfortable about everything around Matt and Sam. Soon, he began inviting Sam over to the house a few times, without objection from Matt. Chris didn’t tell him that Sam knew, but he wanted to. Whenever Sam came by, Matt would be extra careful not to touch Chris in a way that would give Sam ideas. Chris got tired of it, especially when they had no reason to hide it from Sam who knew and was supportive of it, so long as Matt didn’t try anything forceful or abusive on him. Because Sam was so caring about the situation, he finally decided to try telling Matt one day during lunch.



“When did Sam find out?” Matt sat in his seat behind his desk with a sigh and covered his face.



“A little while back…He wont tell anyone.” Chris crossed over form the front row of desks to Matt’s and leaned against it.



“You so sure about that?”



“Yes I’m sure! I’ve known him since grade school.” Chris crossed his arms and looked away. “We’ve been good friends and anything secret I have told him he’s kept to himself. I’ve asked him not to tell anyone and he won’t. Besides, he’s basically ok with it, I guess as long as you don’t do anything shady which I know you won’t.”



Matt glanced up at him before standing up and cleaning his board off. “He told you this?”



Chris was taken aback and he murmured. “N-No…but I can see it in him when I talk with him about you.”



Matt turned around, halfway finished with cleaning and stared intently at Chris. “then how do you know?”



“I just do! I trust him because, other than you he’s the closest I’ve had to a family for a long time.” Chris looked down a moment and took a shaky breath.



Matt looked at him sadly and sighed, finishing his task of cleaning the board. “I’m sorry. It’s just, you know how the people in this county look at people like us. I just don’t want you to get hurt and on top of that, I could go to jail if we’re caught.” He began walking past him to straighten some desks, “I don’t want that. Not at all.”



Chris grabbed his arm and pulled him back. As soon as they were facing, he reached up and kissed him. Matt tried to pull back but his grip was firm and he soon was kissing him back. They had kissed in the classroom before, but they weren’t much. Only pecks here and there on the cheek, nothing serious, but each was needed and had their own purpose in their relationship. At the moment, the discussion, Chris could tell that this was needed, badly for them both. Up coming exams were straining them both and Matt had been busy with grades a lot. A kind of satisfied and sexless hunger floated around them as they kissed and with a sudden clarity, resounding footsteps ran from the classroom door and down the hall, surprising them. They stood a minute staring at the door.



Matt ran to the doorway and looked down both ends of the hallway, catching someone turning the corner down at the far end. “Shit. Shit!”



He ran back to his desk, passing Chris as he sat in disbelief. “Do you think someone saw us? Matt?”



Matt covered his eyes and sighed. “I think so. Shit…”



“Matt, don’t worry, alright? If they did they might tell someone, but it’s not a sure fire thing.” Chris was lying to them both, seeming to convince Matt more then himself, “We’ll just have to keep it toned down still, maybe even more than usual.”



Matt mumbled back, “Yeah sure.”



Chris said he had to go and started to leave when Matt called him back. He turned and saw his face, worried and fearful and his spine tingled as a shiver ran down it. “If you’re confronted, don’t follow it and strike back. Just walk away. Alright?”



Chris agreed. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, I promise I’ll be careful.”



He left and Matt listened to his footsteps pad softly down the hall then be drowned out by the voices of a group passing by. Matt listened to see if he could still hear him after the group had passed, but it was deadly silent. “But I do worry. More than you’ll ever know.”



Somehow it seemed that nothing would happen. A few days passed and there was nothing. No one spoke with Matt about the incident, no one confronted Chris. They felt safe and even became lenient around Sam, but Chris noticed Even and the other guys acting strange around them. They talked and joked less and would watch Chris with a wary eye. Chris didn’t understand why and was even more confused when they showed up at the end of fourth period one day.



“Why aren’t you guys in the cafeteria?” They stood a minute by the door, looking at each other then away. Chris watched them as they sat in thought a minute, eyes looking in different places to avoid looking at Chris.



“We skipped third and was nearby,” Even replied. His voice was cold and unnerving, and he was the only one able to look straight at Chris, and he didn’t like the look he saw when his face was reflected in them. “Let’s go eat.”



They walked down the hall, Chris out in front. He could feel them staring at him and feel that something was wrong. Evan came up next to him and without a word, shoved him into the wall. He hit it with his shoulder hard and fell. Before he could stand, one of the other two grabbed him and dragged him to a lab equipment room, while Evan shut the blinds. They threw Chris down into the corner, banging his head against a cabinet. He lay in pain as Evan pulled out three cigarettes from one of the many packet of smokes he stole from his dad, and lit them. Chris couldn’t think, he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened or what was going to happen. He was too confused by the turn of events and the ringing in his head. He tried to sit up, about to ask what was going on but was kicked back down.



“I always knew you were a fag.” Evan grimly said, smoke seeping from his mouth as he spoke. Chris snapped his head up, worsening the ringing but that was the least of his attention. He knows? How does he know? His vision blurred a minute as he looked up at the other two and saw one turn his head. One of them saw! He stared back at Evan as he took another drag feeling anger, despair, dread, all gather in the pit of his stomach so bad it made him want to throw up. He was pulled up by his hair and put face to face with Evan now, “and I always tried to say otherwise, but you kissed him! You kissed that motherfucker faggot and who knows what else.”



The acrid smell of smoke stung his eyes and nose and he almost gagged but kept it down. Evan smiled and said something that was lost in the ringing of his head and the pain he felt in his gut.



(You were tough once Chris. You were always the one wanting to start fights and beat everyone who said anything bad about you. What happened?)



Evan looked at the cigarettes lighted end, “I wonder if you’re so much of a pussy now that you’ll cry. You know, I remember you saying that you’ve always wanted a tattoo. Why not now? I can burn it on you! You’ll cry for a week from these tattoos…”



The cigarette was now close to his face, right under his eye, the smoke stinging it even more but he didn’t blink for a long while, not until everything blurred from the dryness of his eye. His eyes watered, but the three teenagers knew he wasn’t really crying. Chris took a ragged breath, pain blooming in his cradled sides, and whispered so only Evan could hear. “If I, if I could cry. If I could cry fro a week, would you forgive me for loving him?”



Evan’s jaw taut up and his eyes glared out at him. He pulled the cigarette back and took a long drag before snubbing it out on the counter. “Hey, find me some of those test tubes.”



The other two rummaged in the cabinets until they found them, then handed one to Evan. He wrapped it in an apron hanging among some others on a hook and hit it against the counter until it cracked. Pulling out a piece, he told the other two to hold Chris’ arm out, and when they were for him, he resisted. They kicked him down and hit his face to weaken him some more and once he couldn’t even stand again, they pryed his hand away from his sides and held it out for Evan. Smiling, he looked at the broken glass, then Chris’ arms. “You really love him? That’s just sick, that’s disgusting! Don’t ever say that again!” Evan punched him across the face and wiped the blood off of his knuckles using Chris’ shirt. He took the glass and laid the point on his forearm, and once again, the words were lost to him, but it wasn’t the pain that blocked them out and slurred them all together in one long mess. Chris only glared up at him with an angry sneer.



“You think that changes anything? I’ve gotten worse than this at home! Go ahead and cut me, burn me, kick me, hit me, do whatever! I’ve had it all already!” He knew he hit a nerve at this point. Evan was looking for a hand of power, a way to get Chris to do what he wanted and submit. The way Chris was talking and defying him only made him frustrated and confused. It made him wonder, why isn’t he protecting himself? Or at least trying to save himself from pain? Evan threw the glass in an opposite corner, the shattering sound of it piercing the tense air and opening up a new one. Angry, hurtful. The other two guys could tell what should come next and threw him against the wall, kicking him, hitting him. Evan joined in and they kept at it for a while, Evan soon doing it alone as the others rested against the counter. Soon, Evan got an idea and told them to hold him with his hand on a counter again, then started looking through the cabinets for something. When he pulled it out, Chris made the connection immediately. A scale weight of pretty good size was gripped in his hand and Chris started to panic inside. He’s really gonna go all out on this! He isn’t going to stop until I do! He shut his eyes and kept them shut as Evan came up to him and laid the heavy bar across his fingers. “Are you going to saw it now? Say you’ll quit it and it’ll stop. Or do you really want your fingers, your body smashed that badly?”



The weight of the bar seemed to get heavier with each moment he wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t know

what to say, it seemed like either way, he’d lose. Either lie and have them find out later, of break his already broken promise to Matt and just let it continue. I can’t win. There’s only one thing I can do…I can keep him out of it. Just as long as nothing happens to him, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry Matt. Tears leaked out and he stared down at his splayed fingers. “I’m so sorry. I promise, I would be careful, and I wasn’t.”



Then he looked at Evan and watched him smile, satisfied he was finally breaking down, but when he looked into Chris’ eyes he saw a strong will there. He grit his teeth and lifted the weight high above his head and held it there, ready to strike, when Chris’ voice came out weak and slight. “I don’t care what happens to me. Do whatever you want, but you can’t stop me from loving him.” And after that he went into sobbing, repeating his apologies. “I’m sorry Matt, I’m sorry…”



Evan couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wanted to, but the way Chris was crying, not caring for himself, made him sit stock still. Finally he dropped the weight and pulled him away from the other two guys. He shoved Chris against the wall and began beating him out of his anger. Evan didn’t let the others join, and they wouldn’t have wanted to anyways. He wanted to savor this for himself. He didn’t finish for a while but when he did, he let go of Chris, watching him crumple to the ground. “Today was a threat. You want to save yourself, then quit with the fagging around.”



They left him there in his curled position. Every breath hurt more than the last, blood came out of his mouth when he coughed, and everything blurred in his vision. He knew he had to go clean up, go and do something about his clothes and face, but he couldn’t move. Chris’ body hurt too much but the knowledge of everything going wrong hurt worse. “All, all I ever did was love him, that’s all…”



He couldn’t help but love him. Even if he didn’t want to, he still would. Matt was the only one to tell him, the only one to actually put everything on the line for him and love him even with the risks in mind, even with him only being a student. He put everything into making him happy. For that he had to love him, and for how they were drawn together. Whether they liked it or not, they were drawn to each other. Bells ending lunch rang out and for an hour he lay there, gasping and coughing for air. He didn’t think anything was broken, he knew that feeling and this wasn’t it, but all the same he didn’t want to move just yet. He as afraid of pushing himself too far, and he was also afraid of meeting Matt wandering around in his prep period. When the sixth period tardy bell rang, he slowly and painfully got up, picked his bag up from across the room and left, limping and stumbling down the halls. He left the school through the front gate to Matt’s car, coughing badly, he took out a paper and pencil and wrote a note out for him, sticking it under the wiper like a parking ticket, then started heading back to the house. Matt couldn’t know that he was being threatened. Matt couldn’t know that someone else had actually seen them like they feared. It would just make his life harder on top of taking care of Chris. On the way back, he had to stop every few minutes because of his sides to breathe, but made it home somehow, and could only hope that Matt would believe his note he left him, and believe him when he got home. He patched and cleaned himself up and started dinner, waiting for when Matt would be home which wasn’t very long. Chris was surprised and jumped slightly when the door opened and Matt came in through the door, calling Chris’ name. He had been worried since he read the note attached to his car in the parking lot. Looking into the kitchen, he saw Chris cooking dinner.



And looking out as if noticing him for the first time, Chris smiled and said, “Hey Matt, I just thought I’d get a little dinner going.”



Matt’s expression didn’t change as he went into the kitchen and watched him, watched his movements, slow and careful. Watched his face, seeing him grit his teeth every now and then in pain. He turned Chris around and saw his face was badly bruised, mostly on one side. Chris looked away and mumbled something about playing around and getting hit on accident. Matt wasn’t listening, he was too busy pulling his shirt up to reveal a torso black and blue. All he could do was stand there in shock as Chris pulled away and cover it immediately, flinching again at the pain from the sudden movements. “What happened?”



Looking away as he covered back up, he replied, “Some guys have been picking on me all year and the got me today. Its no big deal.”



Matt grabbed him and held him close. “No. what really happened Chris? Tell me.”



Holding him back Chris felt tears leak out of his eyes like they had back at the lab storage room. I cant lie to him anymore. I cant lie to him and have him not know it. “They guys who saw us did it. Evan and two other guys. I didn’t know it was them until they had me in the room and had already beaten me good.”



Matt felt something in his heart ache and he kissed Chris on his head. “It’ll be alright Chris. Everything will be fine. Right now, lets worry about right now. All we need to do, is know we’re here and together. That’s all.”



A few more minutes passed by in the kitchen before Chris went back to cooking. He changed that subject quick. He knows something is going to go wrong like I do. They ate and stayed up a bit watching a movie before bed, though neither of them enjoyed it much. The problem was not far behind him and as they tried falling asleep, sleep wouldn’t come. Laying wrapped up in each other, they spoke quietly to one another, like singing a lullaby. Nothing in particular was talked about but Chris kept feeing it nag at him constantly.



“Matt, what’s going to happen?” He couldn’t help but let that childish tone, fearful and young, escape.



“I don’t know.” Was all he replied with but he held tighter and that was more reasurring than words could ever be. They kissed and the kiss moved to a night of sexual ecstasy and somewhere deep in his mind, Chris heard a song he hadn’t heard in a long time. A lullaby his mother used to sing to him. It floated in his mind, long forgotten. Little robin please come down, come down and make a pretty sound. Show me where you hide your acorns, I promise I won’t tell a soul. Little robin, Little robin I promise I won’t tell the blue jay, I won’t tell the blue jay so please come down.



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Heeeeeeeeeeeeey so yeah they finally did it! :O

for all you sexy addicts out there i hope you liked it but *le gasp* whats this? Evan and the group has turned on Chris? what now? oh dear whats going to happen next? ;)

you\'ll have to find out.



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oh well till next time Ja ne!