Usual disclaimers: Our main characters are consenting male adults who do not resemble to my knowledge any persons living or deceased. Sorry this chapter took a little longer... I've been sick with pneumonia. Don't worry, this is not the final chapter. Do read the previous chapters before or you'll be mighty confused. Thank you for all your kind words, Artie.
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Waking up Monday morning, I was excited to get up. What a change. Last week I had rued the sunrise and now I could hardly wait for it. I had reason to be energized: I would get to see Owen. As I stretched and moved toward my shower, the slight soreness was welcome and exquisite. The slight ache in all the muscles below my waist just reminded me where Owen had been—and where I wanted him to be again.
Getting dressed for school, I decided not to go for my usual middle of the pack look. I carefully selected a pair of indigo jeans that hugged my body. I had never worn these pants before to school, they looked way too good on me for that. The cut formed perfectly over my ass and cock making both look pert and bigger while encasing my lean, strong legs. I slipped on a tighter pale blue chambray button down. In the past I had only worn this to church, when my mother deigned that we had to go. This only happened when one of the various committees that she was on made it necessary to go.
All in all, I looked far better than I had in years, stylish even. I knew that dressing apart from the norm would make people look at me. But I cared far more about how one person in particular looked at me. If Owen liked the outfit then it was worth it. Especially because if I was lucky enough to get naked with him today, he would need to be distracted: the bruise over my kidney had gotten a lot worse.
I wasn't disappointed by his reaction to my new look. Owen's eyes were wide but dilated with lust as he pulled into my driveway. Eyes locked on his, I turned up my sensuality as I walked to his truck. We had texted casually the day before. But I wanted to reward him after our almost fight where he had walked out.
I was barely into the car when Owen's lips were on mine. The door hung open as Owen leaned across the console, devouring me. Despite the high ceilings of his monstrous vehicle, climbing across the gear shift to straddle him was difficult, but so worth it.
His hands were fiery brands as they grabbed my ass and pulled me flush against him. I would throw away all my ill-fitting clothing and dress this way all the time if it meant Owen and I were going to make out in his car, or really anywhere. His mouth slid hotly against mine, a sensuous dance.
I slipped my mouth down to his neck and lavished my affection, he had just put on cologne so the musky, clean scent pervaded my senses. My cock was hardening fast so with I slowly pushed off him, he groaned at my absence but opened his eyes, "You look great today, Jake."
I warmed under his compliment, I had already known he enjoyed it but compliments weren't something I was used to. The drive to school seemed short as I coached my erection down to manageable levels. A drawback of wearing well-fitting clothes seemed to be the bulge that it made, so in the most displeasing act to date, I flipped my dick up into my waistband. The time I spent manipulating my cock was not lost on Owen, "Are you playing with yourself?"
"Please, you wish."
He turned toward me, all cheekbones and square jaw and said, "Yeah I do." I had meant it lightly, jokingly. He turned it carnal, "Listening to you jerk off was one of the hottest things ever. One of these days, I'm going to want to watch you get yourself off." He said it casually, with just the slightest hint of a sexual undertone but I was back to fully hard.
All semblance of a witty rejoinder was cast aside as I really absorbed his words. While I imagined that having sex with Owen would be better than anything else, I would love having his eyes on me while I jerked it. I was about to suggest we turn around and make the fantasy a reality when we pulled into the parking lot.
I sighed but adjusted my weeping, angry cock again making sure that the bulge was minimized. I wasn't Owen who could proudly proclaim his boners.
"You ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'll see you in English," I said grabbing my bag and combing my hands through my hair.
"Or we could walk together." I turned my gaze to him, he looked almost confused at my incredulous gaze. "I thought we were going to be more than sex."
A sigh came from deep within me, "We are more than sex but we can't be seen together at school Owen."
For a moment I knew what it would be like if Owen was about to drop his gloves on me, his unblinking gaze, that bordered on a glare, boring into me. "Yes, we can Jake."
I just shook my head, loathe to get into it, "I'll see you in English." As I closed the door, I blocked out his angry protestations. He just didn't get it. Weaving through the cars, I emerged on the other side of the lot and began my casual but hopefully inconspicuous walk to the school. The lawn was filled again, already it was starting to cool off outside. All reports stating that the winter would be colder and snowier than years previous, so students were getting in their time in the sun.
Once again the athletes, rich kids, and hangers on were sprawled over the steps of the school literally looking down upon everyone else. Head down to minimize the chance of being seen, I stealthily loped over to Matt who was chatting with several other burnouts. The combined smell of weed coming from the assembled trio was almost overwhelming. They melted away as I neared, they were not about to be associated with me. Matt, on the other hand, smiled warmly; I really can't say how much he meant to me just accepting me as a friend. He could easily have been on the steps but chose to be the one person to effortlessly be friends with everyone.
"Hey Matt, think you're going to run today?"
He chuckled at our ongoing joke, "Only gonna run from the cops man and probably not even then." Just then a curtain of black hair walked past, Matt's eyes glued on her.
"When are you going to ask Ellen out?" He cut a weak annoyed look at me. Matt had been in love with Ellen for the past four years. Ellen was everything Matt wasn't, her dark features and statuesque height in contrast to his stocky build and pale blond hair. She also didn't do or like drugs. She and Matt had an easy friendship but it had never gone anywhere.
"Probably right after I start running," he said already shaking off his preoccupation. We continued talking but I noticed that he was not really paying much attention to me.
At first I thought Matt's gaze was off course due to, using Matt's terms, the totally dank hybrid he had smoked this morning but he wasn't actually unfocused just gazing beyond my shoulder. Expecting Ellen to be behind me, I subtly glanced. My double take was far less subtle. With all eyes glued to him, Owen strode toward me with a slight grin touching his lips.
What the fuck did he think he was doing, I thought with disbelief and more than a touch of anger. Quickly I turned my back to him hoping he would get the message, no such luck. His presence was like the warmth of the sun.
Ignoring the iciest glare I could muster, Owen greeted me, "Hey Jake."
