Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 23:32:14 +0000
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence Intermission

Intermission.

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This chapter focuses entirely on Callum and Darius. If you are only
interested in the other boys, skip to the next chapter!

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Intermission.

Callum scanned the room as he stepped through the door. He was running a
little late after his morning rendezvous with Darius in the disused supply
cupboard in the maths building and was now receiving a somewhat steely
glare from Mr Willis.

"Mr Henry," he said, his tone cold and steady. "Would you please take a
seat at the front of the classroom. I'm sure Miss Newman will be glad of
the company."

Callum's eyes moved to the desk immediately in front of Mr Willis'. Jasmine
Newman was sat, determinedly avoiding Callum's face. She hadn't spoken a
word to him since he had rejected her in her bedroom and her clear disdain
cut Callum to the quick. He had never had anybody truly dislike him and,
though it didn't affect his life in any way, it still stung to think of it.

"Mr Henry?" demanded Mr Willis, his tone impatient. Callum stopped
hesitating in the doorway and took up his seat. He could almost feel the
hatred pouring off Jasmine. 'Is it hatred?' he wondered in a rare moment of
pure wisdom. He had rejected her; possibly the first person to have ever
done so. Could it be that his presence was simply a reminder of that
rejection and what was emanating from her now was in fact hurt? Pain?

Mr Willis stood and started to write the lesson plan on the board. While
his back was turned, Callum leaned in to Jasmine and whispered "Hi."

Jasmine didn't reply. She stared, seemingly engrossed in the untidy
scrawlings Mr Willis had scribbled on the board.

Callum pursed his lips slightly, wondering how best to proceed. "How've you
been?" He was genuinely interested. He had imagined having Jasmine as a
girlfriend for a long time before he had met Darius and now he wanted her
to be his friend, if she would have him.

Callum looked at Jasmine properly for the first time and it struck him how
different she looked. After pondering it for a few seconds, he realised the
difference. She wasn't wearing any make-up. Every day since he had known
Jasmine, she had worn just a touch too much make-up and her hair was always
painstakingly crafted, but neither were currently the case.

It occurred to Callum that he hadn't heard any rumours of Jasmine's
exploits for several weeks either. Normally there were stories about those
whom she had bedded flying about like annoying little mosquitoes but
recently, nothing. It was like she had dropped off the radar.

					~

Jasmine forced herself to keep her eyes on the whiteboard. She couldn't
read what Mr Willis was writing but she knew that she already knew it all
anyway. She was at least three months ahead of the curriculum in all her
classes. Contrary to popular belief, she was quite a smart girl and
genuinely enjoyed her education.

At least, that had been the case until Callum Henry had ruined it all. With
that one little rebuff, he had changed Jasmine's opinion of herself
drastically. She had always thought herself irresistible. No boy had ever
been able to say no to her, and even several girls had succumbed to her
charms.

And then Callum. He had been nobody; nothing, until the start of the year
and suddenly he came back to school and he was so incredibly cute. His hair
reminded her of One Direction, and he suddenly seemed so much more
confident. It made him desirable, and by God did she desire him.

Before that, her conquests had merely been notches on her bedpost. She
enjoyed sex in whatever form it took and she enjoyed it frequently. Callum
had been different. He was a genuinely sweet boy who seemed to be more
interested in her than in what she could do in the bedroom. More fool her,
she didn't know what to do with a boy outside of the bedroom and she had
immediately rushed him there.

She knew that it was her fault; that if she had taken a more innocent
approach, things would have played out differently, but that didn't change
the hurt she felt now at his mere presence. Things were different for
Jasmine now. She had put her desires to one side. She had boxed up her
confidence and put her personality out to pasture. All she was now was a
good student. Perhaps she should be thanking Callum.

					~

Callum watched in silent awe as a single tear escaped Jasmine's eye and
trickled down her cheek. She quickly swatted it away, but it was too
late. Callum knew that she was in pain, and that he was to blame. He slowly
reached across the table and took Jasmine's hand in his own. He leaned in
close to her ear and, as quietly as he could could, he whispered "I'm
sorry."

And immediately he saw the wall around her crumble. She dropped her head
and her hair fell down to cover her face. Her shoulders shook slightly as
silent tears patted down onto the table top. Callum gripped her hand more
tightly and dragged her from her seat and in the direction of the door.

Mr Willis started to object but when he saw the state Jasmine was in, he
nodded minutely at Callum.

Outside the door, Callum dragged Jasmine into his embrace and felt her
shake with silent sobs. He didn't shy away from her tears; they belonged to
him after all. He had to stand there and own them.

After the longest time, Jasmine finally took a deep, shaky breath and
lifted her head from Callum's chest. She giggled through the last of her
tears and slapped his chest playfully. "Took you long enough!"

Callum laughed. "What do you expect? I'm a boy!"

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Callum and rested her head back on his
chest, the faintest of smiles on her face. For a few moments they simply
stood and held each other but soon, and to Callum's discomfort, Jasmine's
hands began to rove. It wasn't like it was the first time, when her
intention had clearly been sex. It was slightly more innocent now, though
still clear that she wanted something from Callum that he wasn't prepared
to offer.

He gently pried her arms from his sides and pushed her a foot
away. "Jasmine. I AM sorry about what happened, but you should know, I
already have a..." He paused. He had been about to say 'boyfriend' but he
wasn't sure that Darius was ready to be outed. For that matter, he wasn't
sure that HE was ready to be outed. "...someone," he finished awkwardly.

"Oh," said Jasmine, sounding dejected. "Do I know her?"

"Well, erm..." Callum hedged. "It's just, er..." He sighed and left it
there.

Jasmine shook her head and closed her eyes. "It's okay. You don't have to
tell me if you don't want to." She headed back toward the door.

"Jasmine!" Callum released a small frustrated sound. "It's not that I don't
WANT to tell you. I just CAN'T!"

Jasmine made a shocked sound. "Is it a teacher?!"

Callum paused for a second before laughing. "No! No, it's not a teacher."

"Then what?" Jasmine pressed. She seemed genuinely interested now, perhaps
not just for the sake of gossip but for her own peace of mind.

"Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to SWEAR not to tell anyone."

"This must be good," said Jasmine, smirking.

"It's..." Callum took a steadying breath and dived straight in. "It's a
boy."

Several seconds passed in silence. "A boy?" asked Jasmine flatly. "Your new
girlfriend, is a boy?"

"No. My new BOYfriend is a boy." He said it with a smirk; a small attempt
to alleviate the tension that was now in the air.

Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. "You know what I mean; so you're,
like, a faggot?" Her tone didn't indicate any malice. Likely she had simply
grown up hearing the word and had thought nothing of it.

"Faggot?" asked Callum gently.

"Oh, I mean gay."

"That's better," he jibed. "And, to be honest I don't really know. I mean,
I like girls. I just think I might like boys more."

"Wow!" exclaimed Jasmine. "My very own gayboy!" She hugged him tightly. She
gasped excitedly. "Does this mean I get to be a fag-hag?"

Callum laughed and playfully pushed Jasmine in the direction of the
classroom. She giggled mischievously and headed inside. Callum was quite
proud of how he handled that. It had gone better than he expected and maybe
now he and Jasmine could be friends.

Back in class, Jasmine proceeded to bug Callum to tell her the name of his
boyfriend and was undaunted in the face of his refusal to do so. She was at
least wise enough to keep her voice down to avoid those around them
catching on, but still Callum wished she would be quiet.

Finally, as much as he was happy that she was talking to him, he asked her
to stop. "Jasmine, I can't tell you who he is! He doesn't want to be outed,
and I have to respect that. Maybe one day, when he's ready, we'll let you
in on it, but until then, can you let it drop?"

Jasmine pouted for the rest of the lesson, but Callum could tell that she
wasn't genuinely hurt. She was just playing the fool.

At the end of the lesson, Jasmine grabbed Callum's hand and led him out
with the crowd. They walked to their next class hand in hand, and Callum
observed with a slight smile that at one time, this kind of contact with
Jasmine would have driven him wild with lust. Now however, his lust was
reserved for only one person.

Ordinarily, Jasmine sat with her best friend Carly at the back of the
class, but today she chose to join Callum near the front. When Carly shot
the pair a questioning look, Jasmine indicated for her to come over and
join them.

"It's Callum, right?" asked Carly taking a seat opposite Jasmine and
angling her body toward him. She had a slightly disdainful look on her face
and Callum got the feeling that she knew about what had happened between
Jasmine and himself.

"That's me!" he said brightly.

"So're you two...?" she asked, raising her finely sculpted eyebrows at
Jasmine as if she were trying to make a very distict point.

After a brief pause, Jasmine leaned over and gave Callum a soft peck on the
cheek. "Yep, he's my fella!" Callum cast an alarmed glance at her and she
gave him a quick wink.

"Carly?" asked Mrs Parker. "Would you hand out these textbooks for me?"

With a resigned sigh, and final glare at Callum, Carly rose and set about
her task, giving Callum a chance to ask "What the hell, Jasmine?"

Jasmine giggled slightly. "Well if I can't be your fag-hag, I'll have to
settle for being your beard!"

Callum let that sink in for a few seconds. "I don't know how I feel about
that Jasmine. I mean, it's a little weird."

"Just think about it, nobody will question your sexuality if they think
you're with me. Hey, it could be fun!"

					~

Peter Campbell strode into his IT lesson nearly fifteen minutes late. This
was customary for him. Even if he could reach the classroom in plently of
time, he would purposely wait just a little longer. He didn't want to
appear eager to learn.

Mrs Matthews gave him her usual weary glance as he walked to his seat at
the back of the room and threw himself noisily into it. He was loudly
gnawing on his chewing gum and he immediately started balancing on the back
legs of his chair.

He was in a particularly off mood today and had decided the moment he
walked into the lesson that he was going to be as difficult as he could. He
was off to a flying start but as the lesson got going again, he started
looking for more mischief.

It was after his fifth paper aeroplane that the usually reserved Mrs
Matthews had finally had enough. The plane landed by her left foot and with
an air of cool detachment, she bent down to grab it. She walked over to his
desk and stood before him, staring menacingly into his eyes. "Detention,"
she almost whispered. "Lunch time. You'll clean my storage cupboard." She
ripped the plane in two and placed the pieces in his hands. "And the next
time I tear something in two, it'll be much more dear to you." She flicked
a short glance at his crotch and gave him a grin.

Peter smiled inwardly. He had always liked Mrs Matthews. She was somewhat
young and very pretty and, though she would often punish him for his
misdeeds, she was always nice to him, when she wasn't threatening his
manhood.

The rest of the lesson continued in the normal fashion, with Peter's
classmates fastidiously getting on with their work while Peter himself
idled on the back legs of his chair and tapped a ruler against his
cheek. When the bell finally rang Peter jumped up, grabbed his coat and
bolted for the door only to find Mrs Matthews deliberately blocking his
path.

"The rest of you may leave, but Peter, you will be staying with me."

Peter may have been an indolent, arrogant and wilful youth, but hitting a
teacher was still a little beyond him. Besides that, her playful demeanour
had somewhat disarmed him. He settled himself in the chair nearest the door
and waited for the room to clear.

"Alone at last!" remarked Mrs Matthews when it was just Peter and
herself. "Now, Peter. What are we going to do about this little problem you
and I seem to be having?" Peter just shrugged and focussed indifferently on
his hands. "Well we can't go on like this, so for now at least, it's
punishment." She unlocked her store cupboard and led Peter inside. As Peter
took in the scene before him, his heart sank.

It was horrific. Clearly everything had been organised into piles and
stacks at some point, but some sort of natural disaster had taken place in
the centre of the room. Books were strewn everywhere. Floppy discs and cds,
files, folders and paper littered the floor and there was a layer of dust
over just about everything.

"I'll be back at half past to release you, and you'd better still be here."
Mrs Matthews laughed softly as she cast her eye around the room. She placed
her hand on his shoulder and, with a sardonic smile she said "Godspeed."
With that, she left.

					~

Callum sat on the closed toilet seat in the little cubicle and reread
Darius's text message for the thousandth time, hoping it would say
something different. It didn't. It still stared back at him with the
horrifying words 'I can't believe what you did. We're done!' He batted
tears away from his eyes and urgently rooted through his bag for the
photocopy of Darius's class timetable he kept there. "Mr
Wood. Mathematics," Callum read aloud.

He knew Darius would be on his way to lunch but he knew that if he hurried,
he could intercept him. He unbolted the door and ran as fast as he could.

As he weaved between students heading down the stairs, he caught sight of
Darius hovering outside Mr Wood's room and ran at full tilt towards him.

Darius looked at him with hurt in his eyes. "I don't want to talk to you
Callum." He turned to walk away and quickly spun back. "I mean, you could
have at least told me before you broadcast it to the fucking world!"

Callum took a deep breath and tried to shift the lump in his throat. He
failed miserably and all that came out when he tried to speak was a high
pitched squeak and the beginnings of a deluge of tears.

"Oh, for God's sake," mumbled Darius, grabbing Callum's hand and leading
him into the next classroom over. Once inside, Callum's dam burst and the
tears fell freely. Darius locked the door.

"Baby!" he blubbered. "I d-don't know wh-what I d-did!"

Darius pulled his phone and jabbed at it furiously with his
finger. "Really?" he demanded sarcastically. He shoved his phone in
Callum's face. "What's this?"

It was Darius's Facebook page. He had scrolled down to a post from around
an hour ago. It was Carly; Jasmine's friend.

	'Luks like Jasmine's got a nu bo! ne1 heard of Callum Henry?'

Callum shook his head slowly. "No! No!" The timing of the post suggested
that she had posted it almost immediately after Jasmine had told her. He
kicked himself internally for allowing Jasmine to do this. "It's not
wh-what it seems!" sobbed Callum, reaching for Darius's arm.

"Not what it seems?" Darius scoffed, yanking his arm violently away from
Callum's grasp. "The whole school knows about this! It's all anyone was
talking about in my last lesson!"

"It's fake!" bawled Callum. "It's all a lie!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Darius, looking taken aback but still
angry.

"Jasmine told Carly we were together but it's not true. Jasmine thought I
should have a beard. I don't really want it but it's already out there
now."

"Bullshit," Darius mumbled. "You fancied Jasmine all that time before you
and I got together and now all of a sudden you two are the hot new thing
round school. Looks like you got just what you wanted."

Darius turned towards the door. "What do I have to do to prove this to
you?" wailed Callum.

"There's nothing you can do," said Darius, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Callum panicked. "I'll come out!"

Darius spun. "What?"

"I'll come out! Right now, on my Facebook! I'll make it look like I'm
breaking up with Jasmine because I'm gay."

Callum pulled out his phone and started typing. He had stopped crying now,
but his heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to pop right out.

		'Jasmine. I'm so sorry to do this to you, but
		you have to know who I really am. I'm gay, and
		I'm in love with another boy. I'm sorry.'

He showed the message to Darius. "I'll post that on my wall and tag Jasmine
in it. Everyone will know within an hour. Less if Carly sees it."

Darius let out a reluctant chuckle and then shook his head, reverting to
his moody glare. "You're not going to do that." Darius didn't seem to sure.

"Wanna bet?" asked Callum, smiling slightly. "All I have to do is press
this one little button." He hovered his finger over the 'post' icon and
wiggled it, watching Darius's face.

"Ok," said Darius, crossing his arms defiantly. "Go ahead." Darius was
smiling now too, clearly baiting Callum. Just by the way they were now
joking with each other, Callum knew he had convinced Darius.

"I will."

"Go on then."

"I'm doing it."

"Alright."

Callum lightly touched his finger to the screen of his phone. "Done." He
stared innocently at Darius.

"No way!" exclaimed Darius, his eyes going wide in surprise. "Give me your
phone!" He darted forwards and tried to grab it from Callum's hand.

Callum shoved it behind his back. "Nope." He smiled broadly.

Darius was reaching round Callum's back, trying to grab the phone while
Callum kept shifting his hand about to avoid him.

"Give it!"

"No!"

"Give it!" Darius made another grab for the phone but Callum whipped it
around to the front and dropped it down the front of his trousers. "You
think I'm afraid to go down there?" asked Darius, unbuttoning Callum's
trousers and sliding his hand into his boxers. Once there, he grabbed
Callum's phone and retracted his hand.

"Aww," moaned Callum. "If your hand is down my pants I'm kinda hoping
something fun is gonna happen." He smiled lasciviously at Darius who was
running through Callum's Facebook feed.

"Ha! I knew you were too chicken to actually post that!" He put Callum's
phone into his own pocket. Darius sighed and tucked his hands into the band
of Callum's boxers, pressing their pelvises together. "Ok, so let's say I
believe you. What does this mean for us?"

"Well, it doesn't change anything, does it? It's not like we're out
already." Callum's dick was starting to Darius's closeness and the fact
that his trousers were still open and he was starting to lose
focus. "Either way we'd be sneaking around, stealing kisses in supply
cupboards. I guess the only difference is that nobody would ever question
us spending time together. So in that way, it might actually be a bit
better for us."

"I guess," said Darius, still sounding slightly unsure.

"Now, can I have a kiss?" pleaded Callum.

Darius pretended to ponder that. "Alright."

Their lips met in a long, deep kiss, during which Darius slipped his hands
over the soft globes of Callum's arse and gave a soft squeeze. Callum
moaned into Darius's mouth, his expanding member pressing harder and harder
into Darius's groin. Callum slid his hands up the front of Darius's shirt
and caressed the firm abs he found there.

Before Callum had realised it, his trousers were around his ankles and
Darius's hand was softly stroking his cock. Darius broke the kiss and
looked at Callum's dick with feigned surprise. "Is that for me?" he asked
mockingly. Callum nodded. "It looks delicious. Mind if I have a taste?"

"Go for your life," said Callum, his dick giving a slight involuntary
twitch. Darius dropped to his knees and took a small drop of precum onto
his tongue. He smacked his lips. He gave a sarcastic nod of approval and
swallowed Callum to the hilt. Callum let his head fall back onto his
shoulders and revelled in the warmth and soft sucking Darius had to offer.

Callum leaned against the table behind him and held on tight to the edge of
it as he felt his breath quicken. Darius started to tickle Callum's balls
and Callum felt the endgame approach. He pressed his teeth hard together in
an attempt to silence himself and his fingernails dug hard into the edge of
the table as he unleashed wave after wave of his warm seed at the back of
Darius's throat.

As Darius swallowed each powerful jet, the base of his tongue rubbed
tentatively at the tip of Callum's dick, encouraging more and more of
Callum's seed to ply itself to the lining of Darius's throat.

Darius gingerly tucked Callum's softening dick back into his boxer shorts
and stood up, his own trousers tenting alarmingly. Callum, almost in a
stupor, slid his hands into Darius's trousers and took a firm hold of his
hard rod and within a minute of slow rubbing and squeezing, Darius let out
a small gasp. Callum cupped his hand and let Darius's offering fill it.

Callum lifted his hand to his lips and dipped them into the pool of cum he
was holding before sharing a long, hard, cum-laden kiss with Darius.

"So," said Darius, zipping up his trousers and fixing his shirt. "Do you
want to have lunch together, or do you have to sit with your 'girlfriend'?"
he said, a sly smile on his face.

Callum zipped up his trousers and pushed playfully at Darius's
shoulder. "Come on."

They made to leave when the door was unlocked from the outside and the
owner of the classroom walked in.

"Oh, what are you boys doing in here?" asked Mrs Matthews.

"Sorry Miss," said Darius. "I lost my phone in here this morning." He
pulled Callum's phone out of his pocket and held it up. "Callum helped me
find it."

"Oh. Well, you boys better go and get some lunch before there's nothing
left."

The boys chorussed "Yes, Miss," and headed out, sharing amused glances.

					~

Peter switched off his phone's camera and tapped the device against his
bottom lip. He slipped the phone into his pocket just as Mrs Matthews
walked into the room.

"How're you getting on, Peter?"

He cgave a sinister chuckle. "Like you wouldn't believe, Miss. Like you
wouldn't believe."

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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