Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 14:26:52 -0700
From: Dj Wolf <dj-wolf@clearwire.net>
Subject: Bad Boys, Fast Cars

First off yes I had to re-post this because I thought I was done with
chapter one and sent if off in haste only to discover that my brain had
other ideas and a few more paragraphs till the end!

-Disclamer-
This story is my property and you may not use it unless I give you
permission. Come on that's easy enough for me to understand you should
REALLY be able to!

This story involves gay sex and sexual interaction between two dudes so if
that offends you, isn't legal in your area or you are to young to read
about it then move on to something else.

-Author's Rant-

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A Ford Mustang, is there anything in the world more perfect? Ok, so maybe
you're not a Ford guy and I can't really say that I obsess over the brand
but DAMN these cars are just too much. My obsession started back when I was
about 11 am the streets of Chicago, there was this kid at the high school
across the street from the place my dad worked and I only saw him once. He
had a greasy tall Mohawk and was wearing leather from head to toe. It was
about noon and I was watching the older kids mill around in the front lawn
over lunch when he walked up, some words must have been exchanged between
him and this really prick looking guy wearing a Letterman's jacket because
next thing I and everyone else knew they were standing up and both of them
took there jackets off. They were swinging and cussing and kicking all over
the place, to this day I still think most of the blows that actually landed
were more a show of power than an actually vicious act on either of there
ends. It all ended quickly when teachers started running out the front door
and screaming at the fighters. Leather boy grabbed up his jacket and ran to
a car, a powder blue 1985 Mustang Convertible and jumped in. Some lady
teacher ran down the steps screaming at him to "GET OUT OF THAT CAR
NOW!!!!" and he of course took out his keys, started the engine and was off
in the time it took her waddling ass to get to the street. The last I ever
saw of him was the tail of that awesome car and his middle finger
brandishing high in the air.

	Now I'm that kid. It's funny how, when you look back on your life,
half the people you remember probably don't even know you exist. I'm sure
that day, that kid wasn't worried about a rebellious 11 year old slacking
on his chores to watch a high school brawl. My names Dane Hart and I'm 17
years old, I stand a fucking annoyingly short 5'7 with black hair and blue
eyes, I've got guns for arms and I hate wearing T-shirts because they're
either to tight and make me look like a muscled jock freak or are too baggy
and make me look fat and by far I am NOT! Oh and I'm also pretty dark, my
dad was Apache. I do have an image and an ego a mile wide, which you can't
say about most gay guys, there totally obsessive and have horrible self
images... that's probably why I'm not in a relationship right now actually.

	 It's a Thursday and I'm actually in D-Hall (or detention for the
older generation and goody goodies) right now. The officer today is a prick
fatso named Leonard that's had a beef with me sense the day I moved here
(pulled through when I was parking and he tried to tow my car, he learned
quickly that NO ONE touches my car). Theres some gangster kids in the room
with me but there all talk and no action. Plus one of the guys has his girl
with him and she keeps looking at me like I'm a freak, well to her I
probably am but its getting on my nerves. I have about as many facial
piercings as a pincushion, tall black Mohawk and a biker jacket but I do
prefer good ole' fashion Levis with torn out knees to leather pants, and a
pair of steel toe black work boots.

	I think Leonard rewound the clock by a few minutes, everyone else
in the room probably does too but I don't understand why he would want to
be in here with us any longer than he has to be. The door opens and it's
another officer, now this is one I can actually say I like. His names Ethan
Dowel, he's about 6'2 and slim for a cop but very well muscled with sandy
blonde hair and green eyes. He helped me out when some false charges about
me breaking parole came up last year, even offered to take on my case sense
he's a full badge but of course the systems a fuckshoot and it all turned
into one huge paper tangle that we still can't get worked out.

	"How's my star boy doin' Len? It's what, the 3rd day this week you
been in here? You like Leonard better than me now or somethin punk?" Ethan
joked and actually made me smile. Leonard responded with "Oh he's keepin
his mouth shut, said he needs to get home and feed his pig or something so
he wont give me a hard time today." And of course I'd told him my little
sister Katie was sick and I needed to go home and take care of her, but
like he said I wouldn't make a sound and give him the chance to tack on
another fifteen minutes, not today at least. Ethan laughed because he'd
been to my house before and knew that of course I didn't have a pig, just a
mean lookin pussy of a dog named Ferrari. "Well Len lemme do you a favor
today and take over the rest of your shift, no charge. Just remember it for
some other time alright?" It was more of a command than a question and
Leonard got his porky, stinking ass up and waddled over to the door
muttering something about fancy prick boys... or maybe he'd confessed that
he liked plastic dick toys, I couldn't be sure.

	"Alright everyone keep it down to a dull roar because I DO have a
headache but you can talk and get on the computers if you want. No porn, no
music because it's my ass if you get caught and NO Jeremy that does not
mean you and Danielle can make out on the teachers desk!" He added to the
gangster boy with the girlfriend that kept looking at me, to everyone's
amusement. Ethan came over to me, pulled out a chair beside me and
straddled it. "So whatcha in for this time badass?" he asked. "Oh not a
lot, attempted murder, smuggling drugs through Mrs. Vella's (that's our
principle) tampon supply, you know the usual." I joked "YOU WERE LATE TO
SOCIAL STUDIES AGAIN??? Hart it's gonna be your ASS next time your late to
that class. No matter how nice the teacher is she WILL have to suspend
you!" He saw straight through my blatant lie and bellowed at me.

	"Jeez Eath keep your shirt on, no really. I know I need to, I'll
try harder ok?" I sighed. "Kido I don't know why I let you get away with
what I do but there it is all the same. By the way I'm coming over tonight
and you're taking me. The car broke down again, I'll call the repair man
from your place to pick it up." I gave him a funny look, he'd come over a
few times to check on me and make sure I was being a good little boy but
never for no reason, and never in my car. I shrugged it off as probably
being a grown-up thing even though he was only about 22 and said "Kay, but
don't get any of your nasty cop germs on my Stang, kapish?" He laughed at
me and shoved my shoulder, causing me to grimace just a little. I'd broken
the damn thing about a year back and didn't have to money to go in to the
doctor for a follow up after the ER so it had healed up awkwardly and liked
to ache at the worst times. "Oops sorry dude, forgot." Ethan said when he
noticed the face I'd pulled.

	After about ten more minutes of light chit chat Ethan said "Alright
guys, you've been good get outa here I'm tired of looking at your sorry
asses!" No one it the room needed a second warning. Everyone but me and him
were outa the room in less than a minute. "If only they could build cars as
fast as you kids move, THAT would be something to brag about." Cop boy
stated. "Yeah, yeah your just jealous cause you lost your youthful zest
when you joined the pork brigade!" I teased and started to gather my things
up to leave with him. "Dane..." Ethan said behind me kinda quietly. "Yeah,
Eath? Grab my camera bag will ya?" I answered. "Sure thing kid. Hey Dane
how come you never found a girl huh? Good looker like you." I turned around
and gave him another look, he was being funny again. "Cause I'm gay, duh. I
thought you knew that dude." His eyebrows shot up "You... you are?" he ask
the question like he'd been dumped into an ice cold pool.

	"Uhm yeah. Now really can you hand me that thing so we can go? Or
do you have a problem with me being a fag or something?" I was starting to
get defensive and he still had the strap of my camera bag hanging from his
hand (I'm a real photo junkie, I think that's what I wanna do with the rest
of my life) "Dane... Do me a favor, 1. never say the word fag again
especially when your talking about yourself and 2. Comere'." Both were
comand and not question, I don't think this man ever ask for something and
didn't get it. I shrugged and walked over to him, dropping my bags by the
desk before hand. We stood there for a second, me waiting and him with this
look like he was thinking about some thing real hard on his face.

	He leaned in a little and put his arm on my bad shoulder, to this
day I don't know if he did it on purpose or not but with the pressure there
I couldn't move away unless I wanted to double over in gut wrenching
pain. So I stood there and he took a step forward, he closed his eyes and
next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I just about jumped clear out of
my pants right then and there, WHAT THE HELL?? He was kissing me!! He
wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me up against his taller
more muscled frame and I shivered, our lips never left one another. I
closed my eyes and started to kiss him back, just gentle lip action for a
second or two, then I couldn't help myself and my hands were on his sides
moving up and down slowly. He tensed up every time I got near his armpits,
I think I was tickling him, so I rubbed my way lower onto his hips and left
my palms resting there. He moved his hand off my shoulder and walked me
back into the wall, catching it with his free hand right before I would
have slammed into it. Shivers raced down my spine and desire welled up in
me, I growled a little and kisses him harder, willing him to open his mouth
but he backed his head away.

	Our eyes met, ice blue clashing with emerald green, and he said "I
shouldn't have done that Dane." Those words should have meant something to
me but they didn't. "I don't care about should and shouldn't, you know
that. Were both consenting and its stupid to say were not attracted to one
another but yeah Eath this does make me a little nervous. I think there's a
camera in the hallway and if you'd have slammed me against the wall like a
foot closer to the door it would have caught that sweet sweet kiss on tape
for us to watch from behind bars for a very long time. Lets go to my house,
and no that's not a sex invitation its saying I need to check on my sister
and I want to be with you a while longer cause right now you look like your
scared." He blinked, maybe he'd thought he was in charge and maybe in the
beginning he was but I'd taken over out of necessity and not wanting even
for a moment for him to leave me. "Sounds good, grab your stuff lets
boogey." He replied, coming out of his initial shock. We walked to the side
doors together and the minute we were outside the building I jumped into
the air and whooped loudly.

	Ethan gave me a funny look and said "What the hell was that for?!"
I laughed "Well your supposed to be happy bout your first kiss aint ya?"
"...First.... Kiss? As in you've never even been kissed before?" He asked
"Well dumbass not by a guy, and the ones with girls don't really count
cause I wasn't into it. Not that you and I really got to suck face or
anything but we will." I grinned and waggled an eyebrow in his
direction. He just groaned and hit me over the shoulder. We got to my car,
a 1965 Cherry Red Ford Mustang Convertible that still needed some work but
was in great condition considering, and got in. It took us all of ten
minutes to get to my place considering I was driving really fast and I
didn't live across town from school or anything. I parked on the side of
the street, not the best place for a good car but my mom was usually drunk
when she got home and there was less of a chance of getting rear ended if I
parked here. I sat there for a second letting the car idle and listened to
the last of the Disturbed version of the 80's song Shout.

	"So uh... Katies got the flue or something but mom wont be home
till prolly midnight or something and as usual shell be drunk off her
ass. Are you ok?" Ethan hadnt responded to me or said a word the whole
drive over here and when he looked up at me he had an unreadable expression
on his face. "Dane we shouldn't be doing this. We both know where its going
to lead and your not 18 yet. Hell I could get in trouble just for kissing a
student let alone a MALE student and one with a criminal record, who is
still on parole need I remind you." Sadly, his statement about me not being
yet 18 was true and his implications about why I NEEDED to be 18 were just
exciting me not scaring me. "Its not like I'm gonna tell anyone and my
birthdays next week you know that! Plus I wont be a student at your school
much longer..." I hadnt meant to tell him about my dropping out this way
but he did need to know anyways. He sighed "Yeah your counselor told me
about your plans and I don't like it one bit but now's not the time or the
place. Lets go check on Katie then go to your room and we WILL be talking
about this before you get your horney little body anywhere near me again!"
Oh great he was going to use this as leverage?! Damn, oh well... and at
least it meant I WOULD be getting my horney little body somewhere near him
again.

	I hopped out of the car and walked up the front steps, not needing
to wait for Ethan because I knew he'd follow me. My sister was sprawled out
on the couch asleep with a Tweety Bird night shirt and my AC DC sleep pants
on. I went and sat down beside her gently, putting the back of my hand
first to her forehead then her cheek. She was flushed and hot, her skin had
a sheen of sweat over it. "Hey Girly wake up for a second." I coaxed,
shaking her shoulder ever so gently. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up
slowly "Hey bro, hey Ethan. Sorry I tired to wait for you before I went
back to sleep but you were really late, you got detention again huh?" She
observed, poor kids voice was barely more than a scratchy mouse squeak. I
just nodded and pushed her back down on the couch. "Lay down, I'll get you
some juice and vitamins then we need to take your temp. again." I said, I
called those chewable Tylenol things for kids vitamins cause my 10 year old
little sis absolutely hated even the mention of medication.

	I left the room and heard Ethan sit down on the love seat across
from Katie. I rummaged around the kitchen cabinets and found the Tylenol,
poured her some Sprite and grabbed the thermometer off the kitchen
counter. Before I left the room I looked down at the Sprite and got an
idea, sitting everything down on the counter I grabbed some food coloring
from Easter and carefully put one drop of the red stuff into the Sprite and
swirled it around with a spoon. The fizzy liquid quickly turned into a
bright pink drink fit for a princess, which of course my sister WAS and
then took everything into the living room. Ethan smiled and rolled his eyes
at me when I came in, bowed to Katie and said "Here you are
milady. Vitamins and a cocktail served m'uah to perfection." with a really
bad French accent. But I don't think Katie minded because she just giggled,
coughed and took the Tylenol and a couple swigs of pink Sprite. After
taking her temperature, which turned out to be 101.3 and excusing ourselves
when she was comfortable Ethan and I headed back to my room.

	"Your a good kid you little shit, that was really sweet of you."
Ethan said after he'd closed my door. "Yeah well she's a good kid and with
mom being ... well mom and dad dead she's gotta know at least one person
loves her. And I know she didn't think I did a while back." I said,
referring to my recent past in which I'd drugged and boozed and slept with
any girl I could because here at home I didn't have rules accept not to
wake mom when she was asleep. My sister had been left to her own devices
until I got my shit together and I was now making up for lost time. Every
little girl needs to have a good male role model because most of the girls
I'd slept with or drugged with had a beef about there dad or there uncle or
even there brother and I finally realized I couldn't let my sister turn out
like that. "C'mere, Dane its time to talk."

	I crossed the floor, stepping carefully around all the junk on my
floor and sat down beside Eath on the bed aka the only clean spot in the
room accept maybe the ceiling.  I flopped down on my stomach beside the cop
and propped my head on my elbow to listen to him. "You are going to school,
now shut your mouth and listen I didn't say OUR school. Because frankly I
think it would actually be a good idea for you to get away from all our old
habits and some of the people you hang out with. Theres an alternative
school that runs half days from 7 to 12 everyday accept Saturdays and
Sundays around here. Your a second year Junior already and older than most
of the kids in your grade. Besides all that we both know your home life
isn't the best and it would be nice if you could be around more for
Katie. With all of that and my influence and your counselors I don't think
it would be hard to enroll you over there. The catch is you have to keep up
VERY good attendance and show a lot of respect for getting in. The schools
mostly for troubled kids, girls that have had babies and don't want to
return to normal classes or cant, kids out of juvi that need extra
supervision and kids like yourself that just aren't to comfortable with a
ridged class schedule. Its a real stroke of luck that there here because
they almost closed. They don't have a whole lot of funding and some of the
adults in this town don't like it, giving you guys a second chance that is
but I know you can do it. You just have to keep up your grades and that
shouldn't be a problem considering I'm gonna come over and check on you
every day after school, and you can't skip classes, fight with the other
kids or MOUTH OFF!" He finished up.

	It took me a couple seconds to process all this, but the way he
laid it out... it really did sound like my kinda place. And I knew where
the building was, not far from Katie's school actually and I'd be able to
walk her there every day. " I don't know man. It sounds real good and I DO
wanna go ahead and graduate but I'm no good at well bein good you know." I
responded. He laughed and said "Don't worry about that I'm gonna be here
with you every step of the way. And we need to talk about that too. You are
gonna be 18 soon and I'm only 22 but that's still a four year difference
and were at different points in our lives. I like you a lot and even love
you as a friend and I wont risk what we've got for some one night stand or
something based purely on lust. What are your thoughts? And am I just
reading way to much into this?" I thought for a few more seconds. He was
hitting me with a lot right now and even though I knew I was gay I'd never
thought to act on my feelings and daydreams. It's something that just
wasn't done in my part of society. I scrubbed a hand over my face, going
over things in my head.

	The age difference wasn't an issue for me, I mean it was only four
years and I was really mature, I probably wanted all the same things out of
life at this point that he did. He was a cop and that might cause a few
complications if anyone on the force figured out he was gay, his turf was
my turf but he hadn't grown up here. He did good things for our
neighborhood, let all the good people with minor screwups slide and banged
the bad guys without getting innocents into it, he was well respected.
"Here's how I see it... I like you as a person, respect you as a cop and a
man, and love you as a friend. I never thought I could actually have the
chance to be with a guy let alone one I like as much as you. Its gonna be
dangerous for us but you already know that. Katie won't care because she
already likes you and I think by now she's guessed I'm gay. But I need you
to be here for me and I need you to promise that even if things don't work
you between us you can be my friend like always. So having said that... can
I kiss you again?

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To be continued...

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