All Characters are over the age of 18.
This is my first time submitting a story, and I hope you like it. Constructive criticism is always welcome. This is a slow love story, so if you are looking for something fast and gritty, this is not for you. Everyone else- I hope you enjoy ~Cassie
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Lying here, I thought there was nothing I wanted more in the world than a kiss from him. To be loved and cherished, to be held and wanted. But alas, I would never get that from anyone, even him.
He walked closer. The blackness threatened to pull me under, but I kept my eyes opened. He had bullied me relentlessly since I had come out, and now, he was taking the last stand he could. The screams of students echoed around us, but it was if we were in a bubble. The gun was leveled at me. A shot rang out, and I drifted down to the welcoming nothing.
************************* 1 day earlier*******************
"Jase. Jase? Jase!" I turned as I heard my name ringing down the hallway. I smiled as my best friend, Henry Smite, hurried up to me. The students in the hallway seemed to part as he passed, and for good reason. He was an Adonis. His golden hair settled in a halo around him, and his sea green eyes were always sparkling with happiness. He was 6'1 of pure muscle. What made him even more tempting was he was a straight A student who had a full football scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the country, Stanford. I don't know what I did to deserve being his best friend, but somehow I landed there.
I'm nothing special. My name is Jason Crawford and I'm a senior in high school. I'm 5'11, and have average brown hair and a decent body. I work out and I'm captain of the cross country team. My favorite feature are my eyes. They are a deep blue that always seems to be changing colors. If I'm in a good mood, they will almost be a sky blue, but when I'm angry or turned on, they become a deep, murky black-blue. I am also gay. I came out when I was a sophomore, but I was accepted from most of my friends and my family. I was one of the lucky ones. However, in the small town of Mason, CT, there were not a lot of prospects for me to look to. Therefore, I have had to rely on porn and my right hand for my experience.
It's not even if I would take an offer for a boyfriend if I had one. I'm too much in love with Henry to even pay attention to anyone else.
Swept out of my thoughts, I was being bear hugged by Henry. His strong arms encased me, and I felt safe and warm. Too soon it was over, and I was back on the ground.
"What was that for?" I asked, looking up at him. He smiled, with his million dollar grin. He pushed me gently against my locker and produced a wrapped gift from behind his back.
"It's your birthday dumbass." He said, ruffling my hair. Henry has been my longest friend and when I came out, he nodded and ruffled my hair. We haven't talked about it since.
"You know you didn't have to get me anything." I said, while reaching for the gift anyway. He stepped to the side and dodged out of the way, his low laugh rumbling.
"Not yet, not yet." He delivered, as I sighed in disappointment. The bell rang, and the flow of students emptied out into various classrooms.
"Shit. Walk you to class?" Henry asked, and I shook my head. The reason he was asking was ever since I came out I had been victimized by Kevin Earls. He was this cliche jock type, whose neck was the size of a large hamburger and pounded his fists into anything who didn't worship him. Upon knowing that I was a "fag" and "fairy," he took it upon himself to make sure my life was hell. Luckily, I had Henry, who was more popular than I was. He was able to keep Kevin away from him at most times.
"Nah I got it." I said. My next class was AP English and I was pretty sure I could handle Kevin if I ran into him. Henry nodded and ran off down the hallway to his next class. I watching his retreating back as long as I could, before turning and making my way down the english hallway. Just as I was reaching my classroom, someone gripped the back of my shirt and slammed me violently against a locker.
All 6'3 of Kevin Earls stood over me. He had short, army style, blond hair and beefy everything. He glared at me.
"A little birdie told me it's your 18th birthday today fagboy. Guess your legal to fuck other fairies now." He sneered down at me. I don't know what came into me, but I snapped. Pulling a quick reflex, I punched him in the stomach as hard as I could. He bent over and then threw me a right hook. I barely got out of the way before his hand was wrapped around my throat.
"You don't belong in this world faggot. You and your ugly, perverted kind should all go die." I gasped for breath as his hand tightened. His eyes glared with a deep hatred I had seen a couple times before. Fear blossomed in my stomach and I swallowed.
He dropped me on the ground, kicked me once, and walked away. I could barely see his back through my watering eyes. As soon as I was able to, I got up and gathered my books.
"Your late, Mr Crawford." Said Ms. Madison, my english teacher. She was a pretty cool teacher, and I liked her. She was like a pixie would be, with short, cropped gray hair, small bones and endless energy.
I collapsed into my seat and quickly apologized. She told me I had to see her after class. I sighed as I opened my backpack and got my books out. It was a great start to my birthday.
************************************Henry*************************
I've been in love now for 4 years, 3 months, 2 days, 18 hours, and 27 minutes. It honestly isn't something I ever saw coming. When it came, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I still remember the day as if it was yesterday. It was the summer between 8th grade and freshman year. We had decided to go swim in the crick down by his house, and we gathered some sandwiches, some water and some soda to go with us. We dived into the small pond and were swimming around for quick awhile. The water was cold and refreshing on my bare back, and the sunlight filtered perfectly through the trees, seeping golden droplets around the sparkling water and surrounding rocks.
After swimming for an hour or so, we decided to lay down on the rocks. I looked over at him and saw Jase had fallen asleep. His chest, so skinny back then, was rising and falling, and was dappled in shadows and sun. His brown hair had highlights of gold in it and was messily pushed back over his forehead. Then his eyes opened, and looked at me. They were such a clear, beautiful blue that I was frozen in place.
My heartbeat quickened and I felt a tightening in my groin. I knew then, that I was in love with this boy. However, it was not easy admitting it. I ended up sleeping around for most of freshman and sophomore year. At the end of sophomore year, Jason came out. He was gay. I knew I never would have a chance with him, because he views me as a brother. But I haven't slept or had a girlfriend since.
I turned 18 this summer. Jason threw me a big party and I had so much fun. At one point of the party, we found ourselves alone on my deck. He turned to me and said
"Happy Birthday Henry, I hope you have everything you wanted." I know he was talking party wise, but I wanted to kiss his rose-bud lips and caress his flat stomach. I wanted to delve deeper to see what pleasured him. I couldn't though and we went back inside.
