*All characters are 18+*
It was Friday, and Jared wanted to make the most of it. When every hour away from Darryl felt like an hour wasted, and every ten seconds a memory from their time together ran in his head, Jared was beginning to dread the weekend.
When he had gotten home he had masturbated not once, but twice. He hadn't wanted to mess his underwear in the night again. After a brief prayer (a real one, not the kneebound, hands-together, Oh Lord kind of prayer) He had gone to bed and he had woken up feeling sore, because despite his precaution, he had still come in the night.
That morning, while he was looking for some detergent he found an old bottle of Johnson's baby oil in the cupboard. He remembered Darryl's advice about lubricant and blushed heavily. He tucked the half-filled bottle in his satchel, not entirely sure what he expected.
After discreetly doing a load of laundry, Jared began to walk to school, humming softly and dreamily, wondering what wonders Darryl had in store for him.
If he hadn't been daydreaming, he might have seen Victor Duke sneaking up behind him. As it was, he was lucky that Henry wasn't with him, or he could have gotten far worse.
Jared cried out with shock as Victor's arms snagged him by his jacket and threw him to the lawn of another house. Victor's eyes were panicky, it was an open place and he knew that he would have to do his damage quick.
Jared yelped as Victor's fist hit his nose. There was a burst of bright pain and blood started oozing. That was the only physical damage Victor did. He wasn't a very violent kid and he just did it because he felt he had to. His fists were hitting at all the wrong angles and they barely even hurt.
The pain didn't matter though. Victor ran off after calling him a faggot in a scared cracked voice. The pain was already beginning to fade. Jared was terrified. The pure shock of the incident had his heart beating frantically and he was panting like a dog. Victor had snuck up on him so easily, and that meant two things. Firstly that they still held a grudge, and secondly that they weren't afraid to hurt him even after Darryl's beating.
Jared moaned a little, but got up and walked the rest of the way to school. He would just have to be very careful in the next few weeks.
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The door slipped shut behind him and his shoulders relaxed. He was in the lazy summer-like heat of Darryl's flat. He was safe.
Jared slipped off his light coat, and after a moment of thought his shirt as well. He shivered in the warm air, not cold, but still enjoying the thrill of the warm drafts on his naked skin. It was warm enough to bring light sweat under his arms, but Jared's skin still rashed up with goosebumps as he ran his hands over his skin.
The act of touching his smooth upper body felt strange, like a form of masturbation. His dick was hard, but that wasn't the point. It was a new experience, and in reality, it was the first time Jared had ever seen himself as a sexual creature, or even considered himself attractive. It was eerie, and it felt so good. He drew in his breath sharply as he let his hands drift to his nipples and pinch them a little. He wondered vaguely what it would be like to have breasts like a girl.
He jumped as the door opened and quickly put his hands down at his sides, blushing furiously. He couldn't hide the evidence of the bulge in his khaki pants or his shivering shirtless body. Even his goosebump-roughened skin and his perky nipples were visible in the dim light.
Darryl stood there in the doorway, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "You look delicious Jared." He purred.
Jared flushed deeply and crossed his arms over his chest. "D-Do you want me to make coffee?"
"I'm not thirsty, are you?"
Jared shook his head timidly and flushed harder. "Um... I was... I was wondering..."
He couldn't finish, and Darryl had to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. He thought to himself, 'Poor kid's gonna light his hair on fire with that blush' and he moved forward to embrace Jared. The kid looked grateful and buried his face in Darryl's strong chest.
"What were you going to suggest Beautiful?"
Jared felt his mouth shape into a big goofy grin against Darryl's chest, he couldn't help it; he just loved his new nickname so much. "N-Nothin'."
"Then there's a whole lot of nothin' going through your head right now! You can tell me. I don't want you to hold anything back, because if you do keep secrets I don't know if I'm keeping you satisfied and safe and happy. Was there anything you wanted to say?"
Jared pulled away enough to look into his face, looking a little sheepish. "I just... you always do me first, and I wanted... I wanted to..." Jared made a frustrated little noise and babbled. "I wanted to see you naked."
He buried his face in Darryl's chest, unable to look at him he was so shy and embarrassed. Darryl laughed warmly and Jared could feel his chest vibrating.
"I'm afraid that I'm not nearly as pretty to look at, but I would love to if you returned the favor. Actually, I'm kinda sweaty and this is normally when I take my shower, so would you like to shower with me? It's pretty small, but we can fit if we put our minds to it."
The reaction Darryl got to that simple statement was very strong. Jared gasped and couldn't help but thrust his hips a little. Darryl groaned softly at the sensation of that hard knob grinding into his hip.
"I think you like the idea." He murmured, amused.
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Darryl's bathroom had started out as a plain little concrete room with a naked showerhead and a toilet, but he had fixed it up a little. The shower now had a plastic curtain and a bath mat. His frayed towels were in a milk crate, and he had covered the bare walls with a few prints of the north woods. He even had a Yankee candle resting on the sink that made the air smell nice, like cinnamon.
"Whenever you're ready, Beautiful."
