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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,884
Reviews:
12
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Currently Reading:
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Meeting Mark
Author’s Notes: This is pretty much my first original, same-gender lemon. Reviews are wanted. But remember, I’ll take constructive criticism over flaming any day! I have chapters lined up waiting to be posted, so as soon as I start getting reviews and hits I'll keep posting and writing.
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Chapter One: Meeting Mark
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He stepped out of his mother’s car and up the wide flight of concrete steps. After reaching the top step, the only thing that went through his mind was, ‘Shit. This is where I’m going to be educated for the next nine months?!’ all around him were boys, some older than he, some younger. Rowdy, untamed, shameless young men littered the Courtyard in front of the building.
On said building was a large, ominous plaque with large gold letters that read, ‘Stony Brook High’. A pitiful whimper brought him out of his thoughts. To the left of him, two upperclassmen were mercilessly cornering an underclassman, giving him an ‘atomic wedgie’ after they were through taunting him. Felix just rolled his ice-blue eyes. He walked pass them, staring straight at his new, black-and-white checkered high-top converse shoes. He didn’t even look up to notice that he was going to run into an upperclassman if he didn’t stop walking. He didn’t stop of course, and ran into the upperclassman anyways.
“Hey! Look where you’re walking, kid.”
Felix looked up into deep greenish-hazel eyes, which gazed out from a tan, heart-shaped face. His hair was brown and jelled up into spikes, the tips of which were bleached. The upperclassman didn’t have such a bad figure, either. A black wife-beater barely hid his muscular chest, and the baggy black jeans only added to the badass, intimidating look the boy was pulling off rather well.
“I’m sorry… I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The upperclassman rolled his eyes, thumbing his nose. “You’re damn right you weren’t. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’ll let you off the hook, but the other boys won’t be so nice about it. Won’t ya, boys?”
The older boy looked over his shoulder at a group of guys lounging all over the graffiti-covered picnic bench. “Nah, Mark. We won’t be so nice at all.” They all shared a snicker. Felix nodded slightly, returning his gaze to his shoes.
“Hey, kid. Those are some snazzy shoes.” Felix looked up. ‘Oh, shit. They’re probably gonna steal my shoes…!’ The upperclassman didn’t make any moves, though. He just jerked his head at the guys behind him. “Well, you already know my name because of these asswipes back there, so I think it’s only fair that you tell us yours.”
“Umm… I’m Felix.” One of the boys behind Mark started laughing. “You mean… like ‘Felix the Cat’?” the other boys started to laugh as well. Another one yelled out, “You a kitty, Felix?” yet another boy shook his head. “Nah, he ain’t no kitty. He ain’t got no tail.”
Felix started to scuff his foot into the cobblestone uncomfortably. A guy lying on the top of the picnic table spoke. “Aw, Kitty, don’t do that. You’ll ruin those snazzy ol’ shoes.” Felix stopped scuffing his shoe, and shrugged.
Felix stood there like an idiot for about five minutes while the other guys laughed and chatted for a few, until Mark checked his watch. “Well, boys, it’s about time for class. I don’t think I have any classes with you this year, jackasses, so good riddance! Don’t forget… Here. Lunch. Be there, or be a fucktard.”
Mark thumbed his nose again and walked off. Felix just watched, confused. “Go on, Kitty. Don’t be scared of the old fart-bag teachers. They’ll bite the dust sooner or later, right?” the boys snickered again, and Felix decided he would rather not be in their company without Mark.
He finally reached his homeroom and slipped in. he quickly ducked into the room and into the left-corner seat in the way back. The classroom was rather large, and full of spit-ball launching, yelling, immature boys. “Hey Felix, I didn’t know you’d be in my homeroom.” The boy looked up to see the familiar heart-shaped face of Mark. “Um… hi.” Felix performed a lame excuse for a wave, in response to which Mark rolled his eyes. “Tch… nice. I’m gonna take the seat next to ya, if you don’t mind.”
Felix shook his head, and the teacher began to introduce herself.
Felix didn’t know a human could look so old, but obviously Mrs. Jacoby was living proof. After five minutes of pointless, droning talk, Felix pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw. About fifteen minutes into that, a whisper broke him out of his concentration.
“Hey. That’s pretty good! Ted’ll be impressed with that.” Felix blinked. “Um… Ted?” Mark nodded. “Yeah. He’s the numbnuts you’re drawing at the moment. And you’re drawing that all by memory, I take it?” Felix rolled his eyes. “What else would I draw it from? It’s not like I have pictures of your minions or nothin’.”
Mark blinked, taken aback by the answer. “You know Felix, you got spunk. Not a lot of people would talk like that to me.”
Felix shrugged. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t talk that way to you. Its how I talk to everyone.” Felix chuckled a bit. “Don’t think you’re so special ‘cause I talked to you differently.”
Mark chuckled as well. “You weren’t this talkative before, though.” Felix half-nodded, half-shrugged. “Yeah, well… I didn’t really wanna anger your goons, or nothin’. They didn’t look too much the friendly type.” Mark shrugged. “My posse ain’t that bad… once you get to know ‘em they’re a great big barrel of fun and entertainment.”
Felix rolled his eyes. “Tch… posse… I hate that word.” Mark tilted his head to the side, his face sporting a confused expression. “I was never able to say I was in a ‘posse’, so therefore I hate the word. It makes sense in my mind, anyways.” Mark just shook his head and snickered. “You’re weird, Felix.”
The bell rang shortly after Felix finished his picture of Ted, and the next class he had was gym. He had that class with a good portion of the students, including Mark and his ‘posse’. As they changed in the locker room, Mark and his boys took up the last cubicle of lockers. Felix decided to buddy up with them again, not taking the chance of getting on the bad side of any other boy. After Felix changed into his red shorts with white stripes down the sides and the tank top that read, ‘Stony Brook Phys. Ed., Shattner’. He rolled his shorts up twice, and tied his shoulder length blond hair into a small pony tail. The unruly pieces of bangs that weren’t long enough to be tied back were held back with small blue barrettes which accentuated his eyes.
“Felix Shattner? That’s your name? Tch… I can’t believe there’s a last name with the word ‘shat’ in it…” The boys laughed again, and Mark just rolled his eyes playfully. Another upperclassman, the one who had the locker on the right side of him (Mark had the locker on the left side) took the teasing to another level.
“Hey. You a faggot or something, Shattner? I like your pretty li’l hair shits. You sure you have a wang in there?” the boy pointed to his gym shorts, which he had turned into short-shorts.
Felix scowled. His ego could only take so much, after all, and his patience had worn just a bit thin. “Yeah, I have a wang. Wanna see it?”
The boy backed up, raising his hands up in a defensive way. “Sorry Kitty, but I don’t go that far with boys I barely know.” The other guys laughed again. “Alright, douche bags. Get to stepping, or we’re gonna be late for class.” Mark started to herd his group out, and grabbed Felix’s elbow as he made his way swiftly to the gym.
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Okay!
So there's the first chapter. This is a story that I've been working on and revising for the past... three years or so, and I have plenty of chapters lined up.
That's where you all come in. As my reviews and hits rise, more chapters will be added on.
I'm fully aware that there are parts that aren't really credible, even to the point where most of it wouldn't happen in reality.
For most of the events to take place (especially the important ones) I have to bend rules. Luckily, I can sort of do that and get away with it. It's fiction, after all.
However, with that being said, I'm currently trying to find a way to make it more credible. So if you, the readers, have any suggestions PLEASE don't hesitate to share them with me. I want to make my story as believable and interesting as possible, even if it's never going to amount to anything other than a story on aff.net.
Thanks for taking the time read both my story and this author's note.
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Chapter One: Meeting Mark
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He stepped out of his mother’s car and up the wide flight of concrete steps. After reaching the top step, the only thing that went through his mind was, ‘Shit. This is where I’m going to be educated for the next nine months?!’ all around him were boys, some older than he, some younger. Rowdy, untamed, shameless young men littered the Courtyard in front of the building.
On said building was a large, ominous plaque with large gold letters that read, ‘Stony Brook High’. A pitiful whimper brought him out of his thoughts. To the left of him, two upperclassmen were mercilessly cornering an underclassman, giving him an ‘atomic wedgie’ after they were through taunting him. Felix just rolled his ice-blue eyes. He walked pass them, staring straight at his new, black-and-white checkered high-top converse shoes. He didn’t even look up to notice that he was going to run into an upperclassman if he didn’t stop walking. He didn’t stop of course, and ran into the upperclassman anyways.
“Hey! Look where you’re walking, kid.”
Felix looked up into deep greenish-hazel eyes, which gazed out from a tan, heart-shaped face. His hair was brown and jelled up into spikes, the tips of which were bleached. The upperclassman didn’t have such a bad figure, either. A black wife-beater barely hid his muscular chest, and the baggy black jeans only added to the badass, intimidating look the boy was pulling off rather well.
“I’m sorry… I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The upperclassman rolled his eyes, thumbing his nose. “You’re damn right you weren’t. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’ll let you off the hook, but the other boys won’t be so nice about it. Won’t ya, boys?”
The older boy looked over his shoulder at a group of guys lounging all over the graffiti-covered picnic bench. “Nah, Mark. We won’t be so nice at all.” They all shared a snicker. Felix nodded slightly, returning his gaze to his shoes.
“Hey, kid. Those are some snazzy shoes.” Felix looked up. ‘Oh, shit. They’re probably gonna steal my shoes…!’ The upperclassman didn’t make any moves, though. He just jerked his head at the guys behind him. “Well, you already know my name because of these asswipes back there, so I think it’s only fair that you tell us yours.”
“Umm… I’m Felix.” One of the boys behind Mark started laughing. “You mean… like ‘Felix the Cat’?” the other boys started to laugh as well. Another one yelled out, “You a kitty, Felix?” yet another boy shook his head. “Nah, he ain’t no kitty. He ain’t got no tail.”
Felix started to scuff his foot into the cobblestone uncomfortably. A guy lying on the top of the picnic table spoke. “Aw, Kitty, don’t do that. You’ll ruin those snazzy ol’ shoes.” Felix stopped scuffing his shoe, and shrugged.
Felix stood there like an idiot for about five minutes while the other guys laughed and chatted for a few, until Mark checked his watch. “Well, boys, it’s about time for class. I don’t think I have any classes with you this year, jackasses, so good riddance! Don’t forget… Here. Lunch. Be there, or be a fucktard.”
Mark thumbed his nose again and walked off. Felix just watched, confused. “Go on, Kitty. Don’t be scared of the old fart-bag teachers. They’ll bite the dust sooner or later, right?” the boys snickered again, and Felix decided he would rather not be in their company without Mark.
He finally reached his homeroom and slipped in. he quickly ducked into the room and into the left-corner seat in the way back. The classroom was rather large, and full of spit-ball launching, yelling, immature boys. “Hey Felix, I didn’t know you’d be in my homeroom.” The boy looked up to see the familiar heart-shaped face of Mark. “Um… hi.” Felix performed a lame excuse for a wave, in response to which Mark rolled his eyes. “Tch… nice. I’m gonna take the seat next to ya, if you don’t mind.”
Felix shook his head, and the teacher began to introduce herself.
Felix didn’t know a human could look so old, but obviously Mrs. Jacoby was living proof. After five minutes of pointless, droning talk, Felix pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw. About fifteen minutes into that, a whisper broke him out of his concentration.
“Hey. That’s pretty good! Ted’ll be impressed with that.” Felix blinked. “Um… Ted?” Mark nodded. “Yeah. He’s the numbnuts you’re drawing at the moment. And you’re drawing that all by memory, I take it?” Felix rolled his eyes. “What else would I draw it from? It’s not like I have pictures of your minions or nothin’.”
Mark blinked, taken aback by the answer. “You know Felix, you got spunk. Not a lot of people would talk like that to me.”
Felix shrugged. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t talk that way to you. Its how I talk to everyone.” Felix chuckled a bit. “Don’t think you’re so special ‘cause I talked to you differently.”
Mark chuckled as well. “You weren’t this talkative before, though.” Felix half-nodded, half-shrugged. “Yeah, well… I didn’t really wanna anger your goons, or nothin’. They didn’t look too much the friendly type.” Mark shrugged. “My posse ain’t that bad… once you get to know ‘em they’re a great big barrel of fun and entertainment.”
Felix rolled his eyes. “Tch… posse… I hate that word.” Mark tilted his head to the side, his face sporting a confused expression. “I was never able to say I was in a ‘posse’, so therefore I hate the word. It makes sense in my mind, anyways.” Mark just shook his head and snickered. “You’re weird, Felix.”
The bell rang shortly after Felix finished his picture of Ted, and the next class he had was gym. He had that class with a good portion of the students, including Mark and his ‘posse’. As they changed in the locker room, Mark and his boys took up the last cubicle of lockers. Felix decided to buddy up with them again, not taking the chance of getting on the bad side of any other boy. After Felix changed into his red shorts with white stripes down the sides and the tank top that read, ‘Stony Brook Phys. Ed., Shattner’. He rolled his shorts up twice, and tied his shoulder length blond hair into a small pony tail. The unruly pieces of bangs that weren’t long enough to be tied back were held back with small blue barrettes which accentuated his eyes.
“Felix Shattner? That’s your name? Tch… I can’t believe there’s a last name with the word ‘shat’ in it…” The boys laughed again, and Mark just rolled his eyes playfully. Another upperclassman, the one who had the locker on the right side of him (Mark had the locker on the left side) took the teasing to another level.
“Hey. You a faggot or something, Shattner? I like your pretty li’l hair shits. You sure you have a wang in there?” the boy pointed to his gym shorts, which he had turned into short-shorts.
Felix scowled. His ego could only take so much, after all, and his patience had worn just a bit thin. “Yeah, I have a wang. Wanna see it?”
The boy backed up, raising his hands up in a defensive way. “Sorry Kitty, but I don’t go that far with boys I barely know.” The other guys laughed again. “Alright, douche bags. Get to stepping, or we’re gonna be late for class.” Mark started to herd his group out, and grabbed Felix’s elbow as he made his way swiftly to the gym.
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Okay!
So there's the first chapter. This is a story that I've been working on and revising for the past... three years or so, and I have plenty of chapters lined up.
That's where you all come in. As my reviews and hits rise, more chapters will be added on.
I'm fully aware that there are parts that aren't really credible, even to the point where most of it wouldn't happen in reality.
For most of the events to take place (especially the important ones) I have to bend rules. Luckily, I can sort of do that and get away with it. It's fiction, after all.
However, with that being said, I'm currently trying to find a way to make it more credible. So if you, the readers, have any suggestions PLEASE don't hesitate to share them with me. I want to make my story as believable and interesting as possible, even if it's never going to amount to anything other than a story on aff.net.
Thanks for taking the time read both my story and this author's note.