Crush

Chayton flung his phone onto the passenger seat before he could give into temptation. What was wrong with him? He’d just promised Scott that he would avoid Andrew. Which meant that even if Drew was the only local number programmed in his phone he couldn’t give him a call.



Chay settled back in his seat. He’d have to wait for the tow truck service to call him back. He’d just let his seat back when his phone sang again. Chay reached over and picked it up.



Without reading the message he hastily typed a reply:{I can’t do this right now. Plz stop texting me.}



{When can u talk to me?}



{When I’m not stranded on the side of a freaking road.} In his frustration Chay didn’t think twice about giving himself away.



{ Stranded? Where?}



Ignoring the question, Chay wrote,{It’s Halloween. Don’t u have some place to be?}



There was a longer than usual delay between Chay’s question and Drew’s answer but finally it came.{Can’t think of anyplace better than with u.”}



Chay groaned, feeling his heart patter faster in his chest. Warm heat flushed his cheeks. Those words meant more to him than he wanted them too.



{Where r u?} Drew insisted.



{Woodrow} Chay’s thumb hovered over the send button for a full minute. Then he closed his eyes and hit send.



***



“We must have just missed each other,” Drew said, settling into the bucket seat of his Audi and switching gears. He pulled smoothly onto the open road. “I was in town too. Mom sent me to get some more fruit punch for the Halloween party she’s throwing at our place."



Chay barely heard Drew talking, he was too busy eying the glowing knobs and buttons on the sleek dashboard. All that glowing blue looked like something straight out of NASA spaceship. He didn’t know much about cars but he knew when one cost a pretty penny. This one reeked expensive like Drew’s air freshener perfumed the car with a cloud of vanilla.



“Who’s car is this?”



Drew’s pearly whites glowed semi-blue in the dark. “Mine. It’s an Audi R8. Fully loaded. Dad got it for me for my seventeenth birthday.” Chay nearly smiled. All boys loved to talk about their cars, didn’t they? Well, when they had a nice car to talk about. There wasn’t much he could say about his aging Corolla, except maybe that it had never let him down. Up until today.



“How come I’ve never seen you driving it?” Drew usually walked to his house and when he did drive, he always climbed out of a modest silver 2003 Malibu.



Drew shrugged, pushing the car to double its speed in a matter of seconds. Chay clutched the door handle. But he didn’t tell Drew to slow down, it was sort of …thrilling to have that kind of raw power vibrating under him.



“Mom doesn’t like me to drive it much. Too showy. The Malibu I always drive is her old car. She says this car is a ticket maker waiting to happen.” Drew shifted gears again and slowed for a red light. “I just think she hates to see me in the thing because my Dad bought it. She thinks he just likes to throw his money around but never has time for his son.”



Forgetting his own troubles for in a moment of genuine curiosity, Chay asked, “What do you think?”



The light turned green and Drew shifted gear again. “I think the closest Dad ever comes to giving a shit is when he’s got some helpless sap on the operating table with his chest pried open.”



Chay noticed the edge of bitterness to Drew’s voice, even if the blond forced a smile afterward, he wasn’t fooling Chay. “Excuse me for saying so, but your dad sounds like a fool. Any man should be proud to have you as a son.” In Chay’s opinion Drew’s dad was a steaming pile of dog shit if he couldn’t see how terrific a son he had.



“Thanks.”



“You’re welcome.”



Silence descended on them again. It stretched out almost as long as Woodrow Road.



Then into the silence Drew asked, “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”



Chay sighed. Nowhere to hide when he was sitting right next to Drew. “I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to talk or see each. I still don’t,” he added. “This thing between us…it has to stop.”



Drew signaled a left turn. “I doesn’t have to. You’re just scared.”



“Of course I’m scared,” Chay admitted, “You should be too! You only just told me that you are gay. What if more people in Brighton found out? Are you ready for that? Are you ready for people to find out you’ve being making out with me—y-your teacher?”



Drew fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “They wouldn’t find out. They wouldn’t know unless you or I told them. I’ll be eighteen in four months anyway. It’s my life, Chayton.”



Chay flinched away from the intimate use of his full first name. “And it’s my life Drew. I won’t spend it corrupting your youth.”



The younger man chuckled, and it was as darkly decadent as drizzled hot chocolate. Chay’s face grew heated and he squirmed in his seat. “I don’t think you’ll be the one doing the corrupting, Chay.” Drew slid a look at him from the corner of his eye. “I think it will be the other way around.”



Chay’s fingers stuttered over the door handle until he found the control that eased his window down. The cool night air fanned his face and he made himself exhale slow and steady. Calm down. He's just trying to rattle you.



What he needed to do was seize the reins of control and be the adult here.“I’ll make a deal with you,” Chay said. “You can still come visit me during lunch and in-between classes at school. I won’t ignore you anymore. I’ll even take your calls, but no home visits and no…no more of what happened last night. Okay?”



Drew didn’t answer right away. Chay began to fidget, picking at the jagged nail that had broken that morning while in the shower.



Drew kept silent until he pulled into a driveway.



It wasn’t Chay’s. Cars littered both sides of the street and were parked on the lawn. Drew cut the engine. “No dice,” he said and got out.



Chay scrambled out after him. “Wait. Wait! What are you doing? You said you’d drive me home. And what do you mean, 'no dice'?”



Lifting two bulging, brown paper bags out of the back of his Audi ,Drew closed the trunk with his elbow and used his key fob to secure the alarm on his car.



“My groceries--!”



“Mom’s waiting on the punch. Come inside for a minute and say hi. I’ll drive you home afterward.” Drew smiled. “I promise.”



Trailing Drew up the walkway to his front door, Chay berated him for having the audacity to hold his groceries hostage. “I can’t believe you would—.” His tirade fell on deaf ears as Drew disappeared inside.



Scuffing his grass-stained sneakers on the welcome mat, Chay followed. Curious party-goers eyed Chay from the tips of his green-tinged sneakers to the faded brown t-shirt with the tiny hole on its shoulder. Ghosts and Ghouls, Vampires and Witches couldn’t decide what the hell he had dressed up as for the party.



As their curiosity waned, Chay followed the towering figure making his way through the dancing crowd. He batted aside fake cobwebs as he ducked into the kitchen. Drew was setting down his burden on the kitchen island. A tall, petite blond with blood staining the front of a white prom dress, the sides of her mouth, and streaming down the top of her head beamed at Drew in appreciation.



Tall as she was she had to stand on tiptoe to kiss Drew’s cheek. Then eyes the same spellbinding blue-gray as Drew’s settled on Chay across the room. He knew instantly that the plainly pretty woman before him was Drew’s mother. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing a guest, Drew.”



“I didn’t know until just a half hour ago myself Ma.” Drew waved Chay forward.



“Mom this is Chayton Whitehorse. Chay, this is my mom, Claire Robinson.”



Chay rubbed his sweaty hand on his jean’s leg before he extended it. “N-Nice to meet you ma’am. He cast a sharp look at Drew but it didn’t appear to have any effect on the boy.”



“Oh, such sweet manners. Where did you meet, Drew? At school?” Chay’s brow furrowed. Shouuldn’t his name ring a bell? She’d prepared dinner for him a few weeks back. Hadn’t Drew told her who was coming over?



Chay decided he had to speak up.“Yes, I met Drew in school. I’m a—.”



“Transfer student!” Drew interjected. “He’s a transfer from a rez back in Colorado.”



Chay frowned at him. “Drew.”



“We have to go Mom. I promised Chay he could borrow my copy of Call of Duty.”



Claire patted her son’s arm. "Don't just stay cooped up in your room playing video games on Halloween night? Enjoy the party. Have some hors d'œuvres. My friend Shelly outdid herself this year with the catering."



“Can’t. Chay has to go.”



Damn straight.



Drew walked up to him, and to Chay’s everlasting shock, took his hand and dragged him along behind him.



Back in the living room, among the dancing bodies, Chay tripped over raised carpet pile and crashed into Drew’s back. Drew took the opportunity to get a more secure hold on Chay. One big hand locked around his forearm. Chay’s protests were no where near loud enough to drown out Gerard McMann’s rendition of Cry Little Sister.



Chay was on the stairs before he knew what he was about.



Drew pushed Chay into a room ahead of him and slammed the door. Chay panicked when he saw the bed. Drew didn’t give his frazzled mind time to recuperate.



Chay’s arm was grabbed and Drew manhandled his struggling body up against a wall, stilling his movements by pressing every inch of his heavier body to Chay’s. Chay pushed with all that he was against Drew’s broad shoulders, but the blond just chuckled and leaned in to brush their lips together. Chay turned his head away, feeling the tingle of heat against his lips. “Stop!”



“Oh no,” the bigger man whispered against his skin. Drew trailed his lips over Chay’s jaw line up to his ear.



Chay gasped and trembled as Drew nibbled the tender lobe, then traced the shape with a heated tongue. Despite his wishing it otherwise, Chay felt his cock beginning to swell, pushing at the bracket of his jeans.



"That’s it Chay, tremble for me, baby. Tonight is all about you. I'll make you face up to what you really need," Drew encouraged, gently biting down on the lobe.



"Need?" Chay gasped. That one word settled panic low in his belly.



Chay shook his head, unwilling to submit to this and started struggling again. Drew threaded his fingers through Chay’s hair, lightly fisting the strands, dragging Chay’s head back. “Mmm, I love this hair, Chay.” He tugged gently. “Such great leverage.” Chay moaned, somewhere in the vicinity of his belly the bottom dropped away, leaving him spinning into space.



Drew nuzzled his neck and licked over his pulse, pausing to suck hard enough that Chay knew he’d have a hickey later.



“I think we need to move this to the bed, Chay,” Drew whispered in a husky voice.



“I think you need to let me go!Chay retorted, though his voice held less steam than he might have liked.



Drew rolled his hips against Chay's abdomen. The hard bulge behind the younger man's jeans was unmistakable. "Fuck."



The blond nipped his chin playfully. “Fuck? Not tonight, but soon.”



Drew pushed away from the wall, lifting Chay several inches from the floor and cradling him to his chest. When Chay resumed struggling, Drew tightened his hold. “If you make us fall Chay, we’ll just do it right here. You have a choice of the floor or the bed. The floor will probably give you carpet burn though.”



Chay stiffened. His mind was racing. Was this really happening to him? He could barely conceive it. He was in Drew’s house, being manhandled inside his bedroom. The bigger man could do whatever he wanted with Chay. With the music turned up as loud as it was downstairs no one would hear, even if he screamed.



That shouldn’t have excited him, but it did.



Drew followed him down on the bed, not easing up on Chay for a minute, keeping him drowning in the feel and scent of his big body.



Dragging a hand down Chay’s side, Drew soothed him as he would a frightened horse. “I know you want this Chay. I can see it in your eyes. It excites you when I take control, when I make you bend to my will.”



Drew trailed his fingers over the bulge behind Chay’s zipper. Chay’s hips pushed up into that warm touch. A whimper tumbled from his lips before he could think to stop it. “That’s it. Take what you need, baby.”



“This is wrong,” Chay moaned, though he couldn’t rightly remember what was so wrong about it.



“That’s a matter of opinion,” Drew said, “And I don’t give a fuck about anybody’s but ours.” Drew’s hand molded to Chay’s throbbing erection. Chay humped his hand like the needy little bottom he tried so hard not to be.



Groaning with frustration, Chay made his body hold still. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten off, and it had certainly never been this deliriously arousing at his own hands. With Drew it was exciting and arousing beyond belief. Chay felt like he could come in a matter of seconds. It scared him to feel that way, to be that turned-on over something he knew was morally wrong.



Drew looked disappointed when Chay stopped moving. The hand cupping his hard cock moved up to pluck at his button and zipper.



Chay whined low in his throat. Remembering that he had the full use of his hands, Chay wrapped both hands around Drew’s forearm but there was no strength left in his limbs to pull Drew away.



His feeble tugs did little to slow Drew down, as the younger man reached inside Chay’s boxer-briefs to wrap a possessive hand around his cock.



“No. I-I’ll come,” Chay warned, feeling his balls draw up tight against his body.



Drew’s eyes sparkled down at him. “That’s the point, sweetheart.” Watching his face intently, Drew feathered his thumb over Chay’s leaking slit. "You want me as much as I want you, Chay. I'll prove it to you because I'm already convinced. I see the way you stare at me when you think I'm not looking. It used to ignore me to be admired, but now I know it just takes the right person. It only takes you."



The feel of Drew's hand on him, the cadence of his silky voice laying Chay's soul bare was all it took to tip Chay over the edge. He came in shuddering spasms, coating his faded t-shirt in ropes of pearly white cum.



Chay closed his eyes against the myriad of sensations that assailed him. He shook in the wake of the most intense orgasm he ever had.



He refused to analyze everything that had just happened to him; refused to open his eyes and face the handsome boy who lorded over him like he was born to give orders.



He didn't want to face reality until he absolutely had to. Reality was harsh. Reality was the fact that he had come in the hands of a seventeen year old. Reality was that he’d have to teach class on Monday and look into those knowing blue-gray eyes across the classroom.



Reality was his need to submit, and his craving to be dominated.



Reality was that Chay was sliding down that slippery slope to head over heels in love.



Maybe, he thought wistfully… Maybe this was all a dream.





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I had plans to have this all uploaded by today, but I think it's more important to have good, well edited chapters than to throw up things for the sake of numbers.I'm still revamping steadily and I will continue to upload as many chapters a day as I can.

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