Petty Rivalaries

I woke up with a startled cry as a coldness wrapped around my feet. Disoriented, I realized the source of the cold was the window I left open the night before. I glanced down. There was a noticeable large stain on the blue sheets. I grumbled at myself for leaving such a mess. Cleaning those goddamn sheets over and over again gets old real quick (5th time this month). I gingerly extract myself from the blankets, wincing as I feel the sticky material ooze between my pajama’s bottoms and down between my thighs.

Snatching the bed sheets, I stuffed them into my closet. They were safely hidden until I could find time to wash them. Sliding the closet door shut, I sneaked out of my room to take a cold shower that would hopefully get rid of my distracting hard on. Quickly changing into jeans and a grey T-shirt, I headed downstairs. Following my nose, I tracked the scent of burnt bacon and eggs to the kitchen. I spotted my mom in the kitchen trying and failing to make breakfast. I sighed.

“I’ll eat breakfast on the way there!” She sheepishly smiled. “Alright then. One day I will get it right.” Grabbing my bag, I hurriedly left the house. I would have to be quick if I wanted to get breakfast soon.

I unlocked my bike and headed for the nearest McDonalds, which was a block from my high school. When approaching the restaurant (if it can even be called that), I managed to make out a few people that I really did not want to meet today. Determined to not get into a fight, at least for today, I turned my bike around. Seeing a blond head turning, I hurriedly pedaled towards school.

I got to school just as the bell rang. I rushed to my first class and sat at my desk before realizing I left my lab report on the table. Aw fuck. The rest of the day was a blur of boredom and irritation. You would think that teachers would know by now that you do not leave a bunch of dunderheads unsupervised with volatile chemicals. Maybe if they learned that lesson, we wouldn’t have to deal with the daily chemistry accident. Thank god I only have the class twice a week. The only trouble I had was when I had the luck to encounter Ian and his little gang (more like his fan club) at Physics.

“Watch it fag,” spat a redhead with a dirty complexion. I glared. The entire school and their families probably know I’m gay because I was recently outed (whose name will not be said). “Grow up. Not all of us have the urge to compensate for what you don’t have.” I quipped. The boy’s face now matched his hair. Ian glanced at me with a blank expression. A girl with caked on makeup screeched.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” I rolled my eyes. Do you see what I have to deal with? Everybody, lets pretend that the Greek Geek bumped into us, of course we didn’t trip him! Whatever are you talking about?

“I will try not to use big words next time,” I drawled. Now I have most of Ian’s group staring daggers at me. While picking on the less than brilliant people was very enjoyable, having a 6 to 1 fight would not be on my to do list. Goddamn it Kate, why did you have to be sick today! Since there was nothing I could do without getting my face pounded in, I walked to my seat without a word and just put my miserable head down. “God kill me now”, I mumbled into my arm. Luckily the Physics teacher came in immediately after.

Finally it was open campus lunchtime today and so I went to McDonalds. Too bad luck hated me. I was about to walk into the building but since my head wasn’t looking straight ahead, the person coming out of the store whacked my head with the door. I turned around to say something until I noticed the messed up hair, odd silverish-blue eyes and the fair skin.

Fuck. My. Life. How do you run into your tormentor of three years and not get scared? Fate must really hate me. I might have heard him mumble sorry but it might just be my imagination. I watched him turn back and saunter away to his friends, which, coincidentally, were just a few feet away from the store.

Pale hands caressed my body. I moaned whenever those hands touched a sensitive spot. I shuddered and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt him lick my chest and groaned even louder. God, he was sinfully skillful with his tongue. Grinding against him, his erection pressed against my skin and I watched as a hand sneaked down. Removing his lips from my chest, the blond started to suck the life out of my erection. As I gasped, he slipped two slick fingers into me. I squirmed. He chuckled deeply and moved his fingers around. I closed my eyes and tried not to come as he scissored me and sucked me off. Suddenly, the heat my front was gone and before I realized it, I was being flipped over. He pulled his fingers out and eyes of liquid silver met my emerald eyes. His piercing gaze me uncomfortable. I pointedly grinded against him. My partner groaned. Then he pushed in slowly and I felt myself take him in. Shuddering, I felt myself squeeze his manhood. Sweat dripped off him as he thrust into me. I mewled and grabbed onto his back. He came inside me after I climaxed across his hand and streaked my chest with cum. His hair usually neat blond hair now messed up, his energy drained, he tiredly collapsed on top of me. I was thankful that I finally had him.

Gasping, I came harder than I ever had and felt confused. “Why do I have a crush on my worst enemy?”