Up Together – Entry 1
Brick In The Wall
6 - Distraction
We had heard absolutely
nothing from any of the high-ups, despite sending strongly worded
letters to the Head Of Education, cc-ing in Rannack as a courtesy.
The interviews for the
local paper, and the separate Skype ones for Buzzfeed and HuffPost,
went extremely well. The articles had come out exactly the way we had
wanted them, and further served to increase awareness of the petition
(Nobody has any idea who started it, since it was posted from behind
the Tor network), which now stood at 60,000 signatures and rising.
Both Buzzfeed and
Huffpost wanted us to pay us for the interviews, but, we had both
decided that they should donate whatever they were going to give us
to LGBT Youth Scotland, in our names, instead.
The idea of profiteering
off my suffering, like so many people before me had done, left a
nasty taste in my mouth.
While all this bullshit
was going on, we had the added pressure of trying to settle into the
subtly different systems at Bell Academy.
By some stroke of luck,
we had both managed to get into the same classes we were at in
Rannack (as it turned out, almost all classes that year were under
subscribed, due to a smaller than normal class size).
It didn’t help that
all our new teachers, having heard the “official” version
of events, were predisposed to completely hating us.
Yes, I know teachers are
not supposed to discriminate, but try and deny the outright hostility
directed at us from every member of the faculty.
On the plus side, the
protests were still going strong. Daniel, Matthew, Jake, Lewis and
Dylan, along with the more persistent protesters, had all been
intermittently served demerits, detentions and internal suspensions,
but nothing had fazed them, or the rest of the school.
Hilariously, one of the
classes that Mr Green was teaching, every single one of them; gay,
straight or otherwise, wore pride bands and necklaces into his class.
Apparently, the look of pure rage, and his permanently distracted
state for that entire period, was a sight to behold.
The phenomenon had
repeated itself in various classes, and the atmosphere of the school
had changed considerably.
In fact, the atmosphere
of a lot of schools had changed, since according to the local paper,
other protests were underway at other schools across Scotland.
Our plight had gone
viral, got people talking, and was hopefully going to bring about
some kind of change. That was all we wanted, and our friends were the
ones who had sparked it all.
Without them, there would
be no chance of us ever getting back to where we belonged.
Anyway, enough of that
for now. Cameron’s 16th
birthday was coming up, and, not only
had I planned his public party, I had our private party all thought
out as well!
I’m not completely
I could tell Grant was
planning something for my 16th.
Don’t get me wrong, he was doing a good job of keeping the
details from me, so, the day before my actual birthday, when I came
home to an empty house, without Grant, since he had supposedly got to
go visit his auntie, I was suitably surprised when they jumped out
from behind my couch.
There was plenty of beer,
presents and hugs, and all my friends were there, but Grant’s
present took the cake.
He handed me a
featureless black box, and with a huge smile, whispered “Happy
The tag read “To
I thought this might look
nice on you.
I caught his eye, and
gave him a huge smile back, while he looked close to tears.
I opened the box slowly,
and involuntarily let out a gasp of delight.
It was a ring, silver
with a tiny black band through the middle.
Inside of the ring was an
I pulled it out with
shaking hands, and looked inside.
“You and me.
Forever. I promise.”
It was my turn for my
eyes to fill with tears.
“Until we can get
married for real, will this do?” he whispered.
At that time, same-sex
marriage was still illegal in Scotland.
Sure, we could get a
civil partnership, but, somehow, it just isn’t the same.
In the one and only
conversation we had had about marriage, we had both promised that we
wouldn’t even think about tying the knot until we could do it
on equal terms with everyone, and, that when we finally did get
married, we would keep all the promises we made when we started out.
I just nodded, words
Still holding the ring, I
grabbed his hand.
Slowly, he slipped the
ring onto my finger.
“Thank fuck. It
fits perfectly!” he whispered.
Crying with laughter, I
pulled him into my arms, and squeezed, hard, never wanting to let go
The rest of the world
could wait. All I needed was to be close to him.
The party slowly began to
peter out as everyone went home, leaving the two of us, slightly
tipsy, in my sitting room, my folks at Grant’s house.
Grant stood up, and
quietly wandered over to the stereo.
Flipping over to a song,
he held out his hand.
I stood up, and took it,
pulling our hips and chests closer, my other hand on his hip.
We started swaying in
time to the music, our socked feet practically intertwined.
The scent of my favourite
aftershave, mixed with a hint of Grant musk, wafted into my nostrils
and inflamed my senses, along with a few other things.
He was similarly
afflicted, but we kept dancing, ever so slowly shuffling around the
middle of the room, neither one of us willing to stop just yet.
Our faces were inches
apart, and I was lost in the pool of his emerald green eyes.
All I wanted to do was
dive right in.
I couldn’t wait any
“I love you, so
much.” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
I whispered back, by lips drifting towards his.
The gap was finally
I froze, lips locked with
his, growling my passion into his mouth.
He growled back, and
flicked his tongue against mine.
I shivered in delight, my
spear as hard as steel, mashing into my dress trousers and against
He broke the kiss, and
rested his sweaty forehead against mine for a moment.
“Looks like the
private party’s started, dude!” he giggled lustily,
pulling me towards the door.
My mind could have been
on higher things, but all I could think about, in that moment, as we
walked up the stairs to my room, was how amazing Grant's butt looked
in those jeans.
I know I should probably
be thinking about how much the boy attached to the butt meant to me,
how much my life was enriched by knowing him, and how much I never
wanted to be away from him, I was horny. What would you expect from a
After a subjective age,
we were in my room, alone, nobody around, with the entire night ahead
The grin on my face
Grant shut the door, and
I stood next to my bed, pulled apart my tie, unbuttoned the top two
buttons, retied the tie over my head, and unhitched the clasp on my
When he turned around
from closing the door, he caught what I had done, and he groaned out,
horny otter style, and looked so much like he wanted to jump me right
then and there.
Somehow, he held himself
in check (sort of) and went into his bag.
“Close your eyes,
birthday boy, and lie on the bed.” he winked, without pulling
whatever was in his bag out.
I complied, pulling the
tie down over my eyes, and “trust-falling” on top of the
Out of my bag, I pulled a
Fleshlight, a little vibrating buttplug, (ordered incredibly
discreetly to be delivered when everyone was out) and a huge bottle
of tingly lube.
Moving as quietly as
possible, I walked up to the bed.
Cameron's head still
turned towards me, despite the fact I thought I'd made no sound.
his Vulcan hearing!” I thought briefly.
Setting the toys down on
the side of the bed, I laid my hands on Cameron's chest.
He shivered under my
touch, but remained silent.
Slowly moving in a slight
massaging motion, I unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, and moved the
sides away from his torso, not bothering to take it off.
Resisting the urge to
poke his belly, I shimmied his trousers and pants down, freeing his
springing, pulsing boner out of its confines.
I grabbed the tube of
lube, and squeezed a generous amount onto my hand, and encircled his
His short gasp turned
into a long, drawn out moan as the tingling kicked in.
Keeping my hand loose, I
moved up and down a little, smearing the lube under his hood to make
his dickhead sing.
His breathing quickened,
and his nipples, aroused before, turned rock hard.
Time to turn up the
volume a little.
Grabbing the buttplug, I
smeared some lube on it, and pulled up his legs.
Figuring I was about to
stick my dick in him, he smiled and raised them for me.
it to me, big boy.” he whispered lustily.
As tempted as I was to
just give in and fill him up, I knew that the end result would be so
much better if I stuck with my plan.
One still-lubed hand on
his cock, I slowly pushed the plug where the sun don't shine.
His eyebrow wrinkled a
are you up to down....aaargh.”
I switched the vibrator
I felt his dick leap in
my hand, like he'd been shocked, and precum started to steadily flow
out of his slit.
Only one more job to do
Stripping down myself, I
straddled his pelvis, my cock bumping against his lube and
I smiled as Cameron
sighed at our contact.
Aligning the opening with
our combined dicks, and slathering some more lube on to them, I
pushed us in.
Our dickheads were on
fire, and as we bottomed out in the Fleshlight, our balls touched,
and I started to feel the vibrator against my perineum.
I had to freeze to stop
myself from going over the edge.
okay?” he whispered, almost breathlessly.
Leaning down a little, I
kissed the side of his bottom lip lightly, and thrust into the
sleeve, and against his cock.
I said back.
I felt the tingling
subside a little, so I started thrusting again, and so did he.
The ridges of the toy
felt amazing, but, I've got to say, being that close to my boyfriends
dick was even better.
shit.” I thought, as my orgasm started to build.
From his constant panting
and groans, I gladly figured that his orgasm was coming too.
Reaching for the remote,
I turned up the intensity of the vibrator, and started thrusting
His moans got louder, and
it looked like he was trying to articulate, but the sheer amount of
pleasure was warping his brain.
So close we were to
cumming, all it needed was another thrust.
I gave it, and held on
for our explosion.
I blacked out, and a
billion pins and needles shot through my dick, and along his spear
I felt his dick start to
convulse against mine, and felt another shot of hotness in tandem
with one of my shots.
Thanks to the fleshlight,
our combined messes stayed, and insulated our dicks.
Letting go of the breath
I had been holding, I collapsed on top of him, slowly pulling
ourselves out of the fleshlight, letting the hot mess spill over his
mound, and squelch against my mound when I relaxed my legs.
Hearing the squelch, and
feeling his hotness on top of mine, I felt his hand against my face,
pulling off my tie blindfold.
Blinking slightly to
adjust to the light, I focused on Grant's goofy, slightly drunken
All I wanted to do was
kiss it, so I did.
I sighed into his mouth,
tickled his tongue with mine, and regretfully pulled away.
was amazing.” I whispered.
birthday!” he giggled, before un-straddling me and lying on the
bed next to me, his butt on my thigh, practically begging me to spoon
I, of course, obliged.
I cuddled up behind his
completely naked body, but not before throwing my shirt off the side
of the bed.
My still-lubed dick
nestled in between his sweaty cheeks, and made a little twitch,
despite just having one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Nuzzling his neck, I
wrapped my arms around him, linking my hands around his chest.
I be the little spoon for once?” I whispered, playfully swiping
his neck with my tongue.
He giggled, wriggled away
from me, and held out his hands.
I leaned into him, and he
closed his grip, tickling my butt with his spear.
The beer, combined with a
heavy pile of endorphins, started us on the path to deep sleep.
I tensed and relaxed,
finding a comfortable position, as did Grant, as we dropped off the
edge together, into sexy dream-land.
I woke on the day of my
birthday, practically springing up, a huge change from the reluctant
mental prying I usually had to endure to even stay semi-conscious.
Or, I would have sprung
up, if it weren't for the fact I was still the little spoon to a
As I shifted around to
face his still, naked form, he stirred slightly.
I brought my hand out of
the covers, and slowly traced the outline of his face.
he moaned happily, his eyes fluttering.
I stuck my tongue out,
and he snorted in laughter.
was fun being the little spoon.” I smiled.
He put his hand on my
bare chest, and pushed against me to lever himself out of bed.
I followed him, and
together, we got ready, and his dad drove us to school.
Our temporary school, I
Registration had just
started, and I was sitting at the back of the class, the constant
questions having finally died down.
None of the kids were
even slightly interested in making friends with us, and we weren't
interested in making friends with them. All we were interested in was
weathering the storm, and trying to get back to our real school.
However long that may
OF CHAPTER 6
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