Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 19:22:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Equinus Scorpius Subject: silent violin, chapter 11 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Although the names of places used DO exist, they are in no way reflected factually in this story. Don't read this story if: * You're not 18 or over, * If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, * Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. Note: This story will be slow moving, and plot oriented. It is not a porno, though sex will happen. It's a fact of life. Words in between <> are sign language, as text formatting does not support italics. E-mail responses to the story, questions, suggestions, criticism, and comments to: EquinusScorpius@yahoo.com Thanks to all my readers for the feedback so far! THE SILENT VIOLIN CHAPTER 11 He felt the glide of a soft tongue on his lips; the hardness of teeth pressing from behind them. He was throbbing with need, a similar hardness pressed into his hip. He brought his hand up, running his fingers through silky hair. Strong hands caressed his naked back, sending shivers up his spine. He opened his eyes, gasping with pleasure. The mouth left his, gliding down his throat to suckle at his nipple. Bastian rolled his head back, pressing his hands lightly downward to encourage further descent. He shuddered with pleasure as a tongue slid across his ribs and then dip lower to taste of his navel. Hands kneaded his buttocks as the tongue skimmed lightly down his abdomen. Chin pushed down the waistband of his boxer-briefs, followed shortly by a tongue lathing the thick black curls that grew beneath. Bastian's hard dick was freed as the chin pushed his underwear lower and it slapped against the chin, leaving a drool of pre-cum. The hands left his buttocks to guide his penis between warm moist lips and slithering tongue. Bastian wanted to scream at the sensations. His balls pulled up against the base of his cock as the sensations rippled through his body. He folded nearly in half as he came forcefully into the suckling mouth. Sighing and smiling, Bastian lifted himself away and looked down. Gray eyes met brilliant blue. The squawk of an alarm sounded. Bastian's eyes shot open clouded with confusion. He was wide-awake and the sensation of rapidly cooling semen on his belly and sheets was uncomfortable. Quickly he stripped the bed of sheets and tossed them in the laundry basket in the corner of his room. His mind was racing in circles. Blue eyes? He wanted to pretend he didn't know who it had been. Maybe they were green. It must have been Aiden, he told himself. Bastian grabbed the towel off the back of the door and wrapped it around his slender waist before heading down the hallway to the bathroom. As he showered, he considered his dream. It's perfectly normal to fantasize. Even if they were blue eyes, there are a lot of people with blue eyes. And dreams are just a combination of the day's events. Arkady does look good nude. Bastian stopped soaping himself as he realized what he'd just thought. If it was Arkady. I still love Aiden. And besides, Arkady is straight anyway. Right? Bastian finished showering and returned to his bedroom, putting all thought of the dream out of his head. He dragged on a pair of jeans, a turtleneck, and his boots before heading to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. His mom was sipping tea at the table. "Morning honey," she said as he entered. He must have had a look on his face because she added, "Are you okay?" . The lie rolled off his fingers, but he knew she didn't believe him. She didn't press the matter, thankfully. "Well finish your cereal, there's a traffic jam, so we'll have to leave a little earlier than usual." Bastian nodded and shoveled Special K into his mouth. Marjorie finished the last of her tea and rinsed the mug out before picking up her purse and heading out the door. "I'll warm up the car." Bastian was puzzled by her curt behavior, but maybe she didn't sleep so well last night either. She did look tired. He drained the milk from his bowl and placed it in the sink. He snatched up his messenger bag and violin case before running after his mother, pulling the door closed behind him. True to her word, traffic was horrible. They drove in a silence broken only by Marjorie's uttered curses. Bastian couldn't help but wonder why she was in such a mood and he knew better than to ask her. Finally they arrived at the school with Marjorie grumbling about how she would be late. Bastian felt a little guilty but at the same time was angry that she was acting that way when it wasn't his fault. Bastian got out of the car and Marjorie peeled off, making Bastian leap out of the way to avoid a shower of slush. He made his way up the hill to the school and headed towards the orchestra room to store his violin. Alex and Harmony and a tall muscular black boy Bastian didn't know were conversing in the far corner. Alex saw him enter and stopped talking. Harmony turned to follow the direction of his eyes and spotted Bastian. "Hi, Bastian," she said walking over to him. The boy Bastian didn't know followed closely at her heels. Alex hung back and fussed with putting his trumpet in the cubbyhole before slipping out of the room. "This is my boyfriend, Dean Grumley. Dean, this is Bastian Blackmoore. He's a new freshman transfer student. Dean is a junior, and a starting tight end and defensive end on the varsity football team." . Bastian signed. Harmony translated for him. . "Hope you like the school," Dean commented. He had a very deep voice and was at least a foot taller than Bastian. Bastian smiled and nodded. . After Harmony translated, Dean responded, "Nice meeting you too." "Have a good day, Bastian," Harmony added. Bastian waved goodbye and headed back out into the hall. He looked around curiously for Alex, but didn't see him and shrugged. People sure are acting weird today, he thought to himself. He made his way across the buildings to his homeroom. Bastian felt a twinge of fear as he stood outside of homeroom. He could see Arkady chatting animatedly with a pretty Indian girl. Arkady smiled at something and his blue eyes flashed. Memories of his dream came back with a vengeance and Bastian almost doubled over in pain as his growing erection was pressed suddenly against his zipper. It had been Arkady. Guilt and embarrassment flushed his face. He glanced down seeing the tent in his pants was noticeable. He saw that he had a few minutes left before homeroom started and headed quickly for the nearest bathroom. Arkady noticed movement outside the door and caught a glimpse of Bastian turning away looking flushed. "Excuse me, Chandra," he said, interrupting her summary of the book she was currently reading. He slid off the desk he was perched on and headed quickly out the door twisting and dodging to avoid a sudden influx of fellow classmates. He saw Bastian, identified by his thick black hair, shuffling quickly along the side of the hallway and duck into a bathroom. Arkady followed nonchalantly. The door opened on silent hinges and Arkady slid inside. Bastian was hunched over one of the sinks, splashing water on his face. "Bastian, is everything all right?" Arkady asked hesitantly. Bastian whirled around in surprise and slipped in a puddle of water on the floor, causing him to land on his butt. A comical look of pain and surprise came over his face and Arkady was hard- pressed not to burst out laughing. Bastian climbed to his feet and rubbed his buttocks with one hand. The pain of the impact had softened his erection, for which he was entirely grateful. Arkady started towards him and reactively Bastian took a step backwards before catching himself. "You okay, Bastian?" Arkady asked, grinning widely. Bastian grimaced and nodded. With the memories of his recent dream flooding his mind, he didn't know how to behave towards Arkady. The smile on his lips only reminded Bastian of the feel of those phantom lips around his erection. He felt blood rush to his groin away and tried to think deflating thoughts. "Come on, Bastian, or you're going to be late to homeroom," Arkady said, interrupting Bastian's thoughts. He grabbed Bastian's hand to pull him out of the bathroom. As their skin touched, a flash of something traveled between them. Arkady looked in shock at the point of contact and looked back up into Bastian's wide gray eyes. Bastian gulped and slid his hand free from Arkady's lax grip. "What -" Bastian darted past him and out of the bathroom. "On earth?" he finished. Bastian darted quickly through the hallways, straining to run but not wanting to call attention to himself. He wasn't sure what had happened between he and Arkady but he wasn't ready to find out. He slipped into homeroom and sat in his desk chair. Arkady walked in a few moments later and looked like he wanted to talk, but Bastian stared down at his desk as he passed. The bell rang shortly after and Mr. Davies took role. Striving for something to occupy his time in an attempt to evade conversation with Arkady, Bastian found himself listening to the announcements projected over the intercom system. The familiar voice of Mrs. Sykes came through the speakers set in the ceiling. "Today is Thursday, March 4, 2004. A reminder for all students, today is a "B" day. Mrs. Grainger is holding open auditions for the spring musical production of "Fiddler on the Roof" tomorrow during the extracurricular period. There are speaking and non- speaking parts available as well as off-stage personnel. Please report to the auditorium ready to audition if you would like to participate. "We would also like to remind students that the grounds are still slippery from snow. Exercise caution when entering and exiting buildings so as not to cause an accident. Thank you, and have a good day." Bastian decided he would try out for the part of the Fiddler in the musical. He had seen a professional production of "Fiddler on the Roof" a few years ago with his grandfather at Radio City Music Hall in New York City and had thoroughly enjoyed it. The bell signaling the end of homeroom sounded and jolted Bastian from his ruminations. Chairs scraped across the floor as students made their way out of the room. Bastian rushed to Ms. Brewster's class still trying to evade Arkady. He slid into his seat several minutes before the bell rang and was setting up when his laptop when Arkady entered and sat next to him. He glanced over as he sat down and saw a look of utter dejection on Arkady's handsome face. Bastian opened a word processing document and quickly typed: I'm Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I got a little weirded out. I don't really want to talk about it, but I don't hate you or anything, okay? Hesitantly he tapped Arkady's shoulder and gestured to the screen when Arkady looked at him. Arkady read the screen and smiled slightly. "It's okay, Bastian. I thought I'd lost a new friend. It was weird, that shock or whatever it was. I understand if you don't want to talk about it though." Arkady dug his notebook out of his backpack. "We're still good, right?" Bastian smiled and nodded in response, but inside his emotions were roiling. Thankfully class began and Bastian forgot his emotions for a while. Biology passed quickly and easily. Bastian enjoyed Ms. Brewster's teaching method. The homework she assigned wasn't just busy work, but would make her pupils think on the day's lessons and the night's readings. Bastian noted the homework assignment in his word document and closed the laptop screen before waving goodbye to Arkady and making his way to Honors English. Miss Kitty greeted him warmly as he entered. She was writing a series of questions on the blackboard and Bastian surmised they were having a quiz. He sat down and set up his laptop. Quickly, he typed the questions into a word document and began to puzzle through him. He had forgotten to read last night, but having read "The Three Musketeers" before he stood a chance of getting the questions right. Students quickly shuffled into the classroom and took their seats. Those observant began to write down the questions and answer them. When the bell rang, Miss Kitty turned from the blackboard and said "Okay, pop quiz. You have the rest of the period to finish it." Bastian began to answer the questions on notebook paper, finding he actually remembered a good deal of what occurred in the book. He was finished shortly and double-checked his answers before handing it to Miss Kitty. He was one of the first done and she began grading his paper. Bastian sat down and reviewed his biology notes while waiting for the class to end. With sudden insight he realized he would see Aiden next period and his heart began to pound with anticipation. Aiden saw Bastian waiting for him outside of their history class and wanted desperately to kiss him. He knew he couldn't, not here in school anyway, but he needed the physical reassurance of Bastian's love right now. From the time he'd gotten up and walked out of the bathroom without his makeup on, he'd been getting odd looks. His mother had cried tears of joy and relief, freaking Aiden out at first because he thought something else was wrong. When he had gotten to school his homeroom teacher, Mrs. Yao, had marked him absent, not seeing his painted face among her students. She had almost spit her morning coffee out when he raised his hand during role-call. Luckily she had recovered from the surprise of seeing him without his gothic makeup on to choke the coffee down. In Spanish, Mrs. LaRoya had made the sign of the cross and rattled off something in Spanish. Aiden understood something about praising God. By this time, the looks and whispers of his fellow students had gotten to him and Aiden's temper was close to the breaking point. Several times during the morning he had wanted to run to the bathroom and apply the masking makeup, to revert back to the person people expected him to be. Bastian looked up as he approached, smiled broadly, and waved. Aiden waved back and quickened his steps. Bastian smiled and tilted his head to one side, causing a thick lock of black hair to fall across his eyes. He flipped the hair back with one hand and Aiden knew then and there that he was in love. "Hey Bastian, having a good day?" Bastian smiled and nodded then pointed a finger at him. "I'm okay, it's been a little rough. I've gotten a lot of looks." Bastian circled his face with a finger and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, no makeup. I'm weirder to them now with out it." Bastian smiled sadly. He has such expressive eyes, Aiden thought. Together they went into the classroom and sat down in their usual seats. The lesson started shortly after the bell rang in Mr. Simmons's droning voice. Aiden's eyes glossed over and Mr. Simmons's voice faded away. Aiden wished he were able talk with Bastian. Sure, Bastian could get the gist of what he meant across with pantomime or writing but they could only convey so much. Suddenly he smiled. He knew what he could do. Hopefully Bastian would be happy. He resumed focusing on Mr. Simmons's lecture and half-heartedly took a few notes. He really couldn't afford to fail again but he so hated history. The bell rang cutting Mr. Simmons off in mid-sentence and he looked disgruntled. He finished what he was saying and dismissed them to lunch. Happily Bastian and Aiden headed off to the lunchroom. "Ye gods, but he does drone on. How can you pay attention when he talks like that?" Aiden groaned. Bastian grinned and shrugged. "I mean it isn't even remotely interesting. The least he could do is try to make it fun." Bastian rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving." The lunchroom was crowded and noisy as usual. Bastian headed back behind the kitchen where there was a small salad bar for students, and forked over $2 for a full plate of salad and a bottled water. Aiden took his chances with the meal of the day and stood in line. They met at a small table in the corner of the lunchroom where it was slightly less noisy. Aiden set his tray containing greasy pizza and a carton of milk on the table and sat down. He looked with disgust at his food. "The funny thing is, pizza is the move sought after meal here. Sad, isn't it?" Bastian smiled and nodded, thoroughly enjoying his salad. With a grimace Aiden bit into his pizza, sending streams of grease back onto the paper plate. He chewed and swallowed. "It isn't that bad, except for the grease." They ate in silence until Bastian drained the last of his bottled water. The lunchroom had become noisy again, as students finished eating and began talking. Bastian looked around, shrugged his shoulders, and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Aiden asked, trying to decipher Bastian's pantomime. Bastian grimaced and pulled out his notepad. Is there someplace we can go? It's too noisy in here. Aiden read the note and nodded. "Sure thing. Follow me." He resolved himself to carry out his secret plan. _______________ To Be Continued.