Date: Thu, 01 Apr 2021 23:59:10 +0000
From: "Jankin Noff (via Google Docs)" <jinoff930@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Out the Storm Chapter 9

Riding the Storm Out

Main Characters:

Quinn Morris; Bully, 14 yrs old, needs help with school work ( math ), 2
secrets 1 he knows is that he is scared of lightning 1 he doesn't know is
that he is attracted to boys Quinn's allies are Davis Jackson and Jax
Cooper

        Senan Reed: Smart, 12 yrs old, will become the tutor to Quinn, 2
secrets 1 he knows is that he is gay, 1 he doesn't is that he is adopted
Father: Jim Mother:Cindy

        Kenneth Brady; best friend of Senan, 13 yrs old ends up in the
hospital, 2 secrets 1 he knows is that he loves Senan 1 he doesn't is that
he has appendicitis.

Plot: Quinn is a bully who needs tutoring or he won't be allowed to stay in
school sports. His favorite target is Senan. His teacher decides to have
Senan be his tutor, partly because he is good in the subject and also
because he sees how Quinn treats him. Over time the two boys will find
themselves drawn to each other.

Subplot: Kenneth gets angry when he realizes what is starting to develop
between the other two boys and moves to end his friendship with Senan, then
he develops appendicitis and ends up in the hospital close to dying.

        Story Arcs: Quinn & Senan start to get close, bonding over homework
& tests

                Kenneth gets jealous of Quinn & Senan, tries to drive wedge
between them

                Kenneth ends friendship then ends up in hospital

Senan & Quinn have first sexual contact with each other

Senan reforms friendship with Kenneth

                Kenneth confesses attraction to Senan

                Quinn stands up to bully friends

                Kenneth falls for another boy


This time Quinn is ready for him and as their lips close he reaches his
arms around Senan as if for a hug but pulls him out of the chair and on the
bed instead. The only part of this maneuver that he hasn't thought out
completely is where Senan is going to end up once he starts moving. As
Quinn pulls him to the bed he realizes that Senan is going to be lying
across him as he ends up pulling him straight across and on top of himself.

Neither of them complain about the positioning as they lay there exploring
each other's mouth with their tongue. Senan runs his hand down his side,
fingers exploring Quinn's ribs, lightly tracing over them and moving down
to his waist. As he gets to the top of his pants Senan starts to untuck his
shirt and, when finished, slips his hand under it so that his fingers are
on Quinn's bare skin.

During this Quinn is running one hand down his back, hand flat against his
spine he can count the bumps of his spinal column. When he reaches the top
of Senan's jeans he pauses for a moment and then continues moving his hand
down over his ass. Hearing Senan moan as he does tells him he is okay with
what he is doing and he spreads his fingers out and starts to lightly
massage his butt cheeks.

Moaning louder Senan starts to grind himself against Quinn, feeling his own
erection rub against Quinn's he looks down at the lump in his pants. "Woah,
you're pretty big." Senan says as he pulls back from the kiss.

"Yeah, well I am two years older than you." Quinn says as he pushes himself
up into Senan's crotch.

They continue this for another minute when Quinn pushes him off to the
side. "If we keep this up I'm going to have a mess in my pants." He says as
he tries to sit up.

Senan looks down at his lap, seeing the long thick lump pointing up towards
his belly. He wants nothing more than to rub his fingers over it but is
mindful of the excited state that Quinn is in and doesn't want to make
Quinn deal with the mess that would end up in his pants. He considers
asking Quinn to unzip and take his dick out but knows that if either of his
parents walk into his room when they are exploring each other he would most
likely lose the privacy issue.

Quinn wants nothing more than to cum right now and is prepared to get his
dick out so that he won't make a mess in his pants, but Senan pulls back
and whispers breathlessly. "We better stop. At least until I get the
knocking first issue settled."

Quinn reluctantly agrees and the two separate from each other and the
bed. They move to the desk and try to refocus their thoughts on the math
work that they are supposedly working on.

By the time that his father opens the door they've finished about half the
work they've supposed to have done. Once again passing on the opportunity
to stay for dinner Quinn instead asks for a ride home. "I know it's a
hassle and I'm sorry, but it's easier than having my dad come and get me."
He says to try and explain why he doesn't call his dad to pick him up
instead."

"It's no problem, I won't even send your father a bill for the gas to drive
across town." He's trying to make a joke and is puzzled when Quinn looks
worried about that happening.

After dinner Senan asks his mom about the costume and she brings out the
items that she bought at the store to add to whatever Senan decides to wear
the night of the party. Going into his room he looks over his clothes and
tries to decide what to wear. When he's made his decision he puts on the
clothes as well as the extra parts that his mom brought home and then went
to the living room to show his parents.

"That looks good Senan." His father says as he looks at his son wearing a
pair of older, worn and torn jeans along with a red and white striped shirt
he had from his attempt at playing soccer last year. That, along with the
bandana and eye patch, is the costume.

"It's perfect mom, I look enough like a pirate that everyone knows what I
am, but if no one else dresses up then I can easily take them off and stick
them in my pocket, and then spend the rest of the night just being me." He
says, quite happy with the outfit. Reaching out he hugs his mom and then
reaches out to pull his father into it as well. Then he lets go and stands
up straight, putting a serious expression on his face. "After I change out
of my costume I need to talk to you about something."

His parents are somewhat startled by the look on his face but agree that
the floor would be his as soon as he returns.

Not wanting to waste a lot of time before bringing up the topic of his
bedroom door and the need for privacy he quickly folds up his clothes, puts
on his bathrobe and heads back out to his parents.

"What's up son, you seem quite serious about something." His father says as
he returns to the living room.

"As you know I'm getting older, at my next birthday I will be a teen-ager,
and that will bring on certain changes, if they don't come sooner." He
knows his parents are smart enough to understand what he's talking about
and that there is no need to spell out all the changes that puberty will
bring.

"Well during that time I feel it is important that there are changes to the
way we do a couple of things around here."

His mother interrupts for a moment. "What rules are you looking to change?"
She asks, neither of them are laughing at him, they understand the need for
him to speak about his needs and have always encouraged him to do so in a
respectful manner.

"I would like to have the right to keep my door closed when I am in my
room. I would also like to have you two knock and wait for me to say okay
before the door is opened. I would like these rules to apply whether or not
I have a friend here. Finally, I would like these rules to start today,
well I guess tomorrow morning, so that by the time they become important we
are all used to them. I recognize the high probability that they won't be
remembered right away and am trying to increase the likelihood of them
being remembered when they will matter more." He stops and takes a deep
breath of air, unaware until then that he said all of that in one breath.

"Well your request sounds reasonable, and well thought out," his dad
says. "Let your mom and I talk about this and we will either tell you the
outcome or come back with a counter proposal in the morning." He finishes
saying.

Then it is his mom's turn to ask a question. "May I ask what brought this
on today?" She asks him.

Senan has anticipated this question and is ready with an answer. "When
Quinn and I were doing our homework he brought up something that had been
bothering him for awhile, and it dawned on me that if either of you had
walked in he would've stopped talking, probably would've felt really
uncomfortable talking about it in the future. I want to be able to tell him
that this is a safe place for him. That he can talk about whatever is
bothering him without any fear of being overheard. I know that neither of
you would ever spread around what you hear him say but that isn't the way
of it for kids our age. I also make you the promise that if there's
something brought up that I can't handle I will bring it to you mom. I
understand about the mandatory reporting law mom, don't worry."

"Well, we will talk about it after you go to bed, and like your father
said, will give you an answer or bring the changes we want, to you in the
morning. Now, why don't we all sit, relax, and enjoy a movie before you
need to go to bed?"

That is what they do for the rest of the night, enjoying their time as a
family until Senan bids them good night.

After a quiet dinner Quinn heads to his room and sits there for a while,
working up the nerve to go and talk to his father, this is not something
that he wants to do, nor is he looking forward to it. But he knows that
Senan is correct and that it is something that he needs to do. The fact
that he has no idea how he is going to approach his dad doesn't make it any
easier.

"Should I confess that I lied to him? After all this time telling him that
he was wrong, confessing the truth won't go well for me. Should I just
explain how important the wrestling is to me? But he already knows that so
I don't see how that is going to sway him." He thinks about it some more,
then he gets an idea that he hopes will work. Gathering his courage he goes
down to the living room where he knows his father is watching TV before he
goes to bed.

Walking into the room he's hoping to see his mom there as well but that is
not the case, he can hear her in the kitchen, taking care of the dishes
from dinner. He feels that she is trying to avoid her husband and that
means there is not going to be any help or support from that corner.

"Um, dad. Can I talk to you for a minute?" He says and he hates the way his
voice sounds so quiet, so kid-like. "Well, this is getting off to a crappy
start." He says to himself, fighting the urge to go back to his room.

"Can it wait `til a commercial?" He asks without looking at his son.

"It really can't, sorry, but the sooner I say this the better off we'll
both be." He replies, still hating the way he sounds. "I want to say that I
acknowledge that things have been strained between us lately and that I am
as much..., what I mean to say is that I take responsibility for my part in
this. One of the things that you've told me in the past is that I need to
take responsibility for my actions. You've also told me that sports helped
you learn that lesson and that was one of the reasons I got into wrestling
back in fifth grade." He takes a deep breath, mentally reviews the points
he wants to make and makes certain that he is staying on track as he
continues.

"I'm sure you remember what a surprise it was for me when I found out how
much I enjoyed wrestling and that I was pretty good at it as well. Well
tryouts for junior high school wrestling are next week and I'd like to try
out for it. I've already checked and I've gotten my grades in math up high
enough to qualify for trying out. All I need is for you to sign the
permission slip." Then he stops and waits for whatever his dad might do
next.

"Permission huh?" He repeats, proving that he was paying at least a small
amount of attention to what his son had been saying.

"Yes sir." Quinn says, still sounding meek and mild.

"Hmm, practice after school?"

"Yes sir."

"What if your grades slip?"

"I get kicked off the team."

"When are the matches?"

"The small matches would be during the week after school. But if we do well
then there would be larger matches on the weekend, but that wouldn't be
until late in the season."

Do you expect me to take time off from work to see these matches?"

This is one question that he didn't expect, Quinn remembers how interested
his father had been, watching all his matches in the two years
previous. But he is fairly certain he knows how to answer the question. "No
sir, I know that you can't afford to take the day off and I don`t expect
you to." He sees a slight smile on his father's face and knows that he
answered the question correctly.

Do you have the permission slip with you?"

"Yes sir." He says as he pulls out the paper from his back pocket, a pen in
his other hand. "Here you are, sir." Quinn is careful not to allow his true
emotions to show on his face, he doesn't want to do anything to mess this
up now, he is too close to getting what he wants to mess it up now.

"What about the other night? Was there someone here that night?" He asks as
he is holding the pen over the paper.

"No sir, it was just me up late watching TV." He says, staying meek and
mild.

"Even if I change my mind? Don't sign it because I think you're lying to
me?"

"Even then sir, I won't lie to you and risk losing the chance to
wrestle. I've worked to hard to take the chance on fucking, I mean losing
the chance to wrestle."

"Very well, it is true that you've been working hard for this, I suppose it
would be wrong of me to stop you from at least trying out for the team."
With that he signs the paper and hands it back to Quinn. Then he goes back
to watching the show he had on when he was interrupted.

Quinn goes up to his room and lays down on his bed, utterly exhausted, the
energy it took for him to not yell at him wiped him out. Soon, though, he
starts to smile as he realizes that this means that he gets to do whatever
he wants at Senan's tomorrow, he spends some time thinking about different
things that he would like to do, he realizes of course that seeing his
fantasies come true depends on the outcome of his bid to have privacy in
his room.

He knows that a large part of the way he feels right now is because of the
lying he's been doing. He knows that if he had been honest to his father in
the beginning then things would never have gotten this far, that he
would've taken some crap from his father about having someone over so late
at night and then it would've been over. Quinn does not know why he lied to
his father, really hasn't tried to figure it out, he does know that he is
tired of the crap he gets from his father and thinks that it is all tied up
together. Finally he gets tired of that train of thought and goes to a
place where he is much more comfortable; Senan's room that afternoon.

Remembering, not just what they did but how exciting he found it as well
brings back not just the excitement but the erection as well. It doesn't
take much and Quinn is just as hard as he was earlier, at Senan's. This
time, however, he can do something about it. "I wonder if Senan would suck
my dick. Or be willing to taste my cum." He thinks about that, as he
strokes himself. At the thought of Senan swallowing his cum as it shoots
from his cock Quinn cums for real, his juice going all the way up his chest
and splashing against his neck. "Oh, fuck!" He starts to yell as he
remembers the importance of keeping his voice down and finishes in a
whisper. Using his hand to scoop up his cum Quinn cleans himself, licking
it off his fingers as he is thinking about him and Senan playing around
tomorrow. "If I can't play with him in his room, maybe I can convince him
to go back out to his mom's car again." He thinks to himself as he settles
down to go to sleep.

Kenneth goes to bed after spending some time with his parents, laying down
he thinks about the things that he and Senan have done. "Maybe it's time to
let Senan know how I feel about him, after all he does like the things we
are doing and if he's willing to kiss me then maybe he likes me the same
way too. I'm pretty sure that I've almost caught him saying that he loves
me. At least that's what it sounds like he almost said." Caught up in the
thoughts of whether or not it is safe to tell him how he truly feels and
debating on the safety of putting his own real feelings out there like that
Kenneth falls asleep before he is able to figure out if it seems safe to be
that open and trusting.

Waking up in the morning Quinn feels as if a weight has been lifted off his
shoulders, realizing that the reason for this is the conversation he had
with his father he starts to think that maybe they've made some progress
and that things will start to improve between them now.

Suddenly his door slams open and his father is standing there. "Get up, we
need to talk." Is all he says before turning and going back down the
stairs.

"Well shit." He sighs as he realizes that things aren't changing as fast as
he is hoping Quinn gets out of bed, puts on a bathrobe, and heads
downstairs. "What do you need?" He asks as he enters the kitchen.

"This doesn't change anything, if I find out you lied to me I'll take you
off the team, that's provided you're good enough to even make the team."

Quinn has had enough, tired of always being put down by his father he
finally strikes back. "Why do you do that to me? Everytime I think we're
starting to make progress you need to say something that is designed to be
hurtful, why?"

His father sits there, drinking his coffee and eating his breakfast, he
takes so long to respond that Quinn thinks he is going to ignore him, then
he finally speaks up. "Why should I coddle you? You think the world works
that way? You think others give a damn about your feelings? All I'm trying
to do is get you ready for how the world really works. Get used to it,
because no one is going to be nice to you and if they are that means that
they want to use you for something."

"You're wrong dad, Senan helps me, he doesn't want anything except for me
to be able to get a chance on the wrestling team."

His father interrupts him at that point. "Really? That's not the way I
heard it. I heard that he started tutoring you to get you to stop picking
on him, isn't that the real reason?"

Quinn stops talking for a moment as he realizes that his father is right,
then he brings up what he thinks is a valid point, instead of trying to
debate that, he moves on to his other friends instead. "Davis and Jax,
they're my friends because they like me, I know that's true because I've
never given them shit and they're still my friends!"

"That will change, sometime they will need something that they think you
can help them with and all that will change, when it does, don't come
bitching to me `cause I tried to warn you."

Frustrated that he is unable to get his father to see his point he storms
out of the kitchen and goes back upstairs to start getting ready for
school. He doesn't come back down until his father has left for work.

Laying in his bed Kenneth thinks more about the possibility of taking his
friendship with Senan to another level. Deciding that, for now, he isn't
ready to take that chance but that soon he might bring it up as a "what if"
type of scenario, just to get an idea of how he feels about the
idea. Deciding that for now it might be best if he allows Senan the chance
to just wrap his head around the change in their friendship and not push
for anything more than that, he decides to keep it on the backburner and,
when he feels that enough time has passed, will bring it up.

When Senan wakes up in the morning, he remembers the conversation and how
it was left undecided, eager to know what his parents decide he takes a
quick shower and goes to the kitchen, hoping to get an answer. To his
delight both his parents are there, as if waiting for him to get up.

"We've talked about it," his mom starts saying as he is pouring his morning
juice, "and we've decided that you made some valid points. We do agree that
the idea of you having a space that is yours and yours alone is important,
and if you are able to help your friends with their problems it's important
to have a place where you know that the two of you won't be interrupted."

Senan can't help but break into a big grim as it seems that they are going
to allow him the respect of knocking at his closed door. Before he can get
too excited though his mom holds up her hand.

"However," she continues, "we are nervous about the idea as well. This is
all new for you and us as well. Part of me thought that this would never
become an issue, that the relationship between us is so good that it would
somehow continue as it is and that you going through puberty would have no
effect on it. But I also realize that is not realistic, and that for you to
become the man you should be that things need to change. So we would like
to make a small change to your original deal."

At this point his father takes over the conversation. "We want to give it a
trial run. For the next two weeks we will respect the closed door, knocking
on it when we need to speak to you and not entering the room until you have
given permission. At the end of the two weeks the three of us will talk
about how it's working out and together we will decide what comes next,
either a continuation of the plan or changes based on how well we all think
it is going. That means there is always the possibility that things could
change in ways you won't be happy with. Do we have a deal?" He asks as he
looks at his son.

Senan thinks for a bit, realizes that this isn't a bad agreement as they
are giving him the final decision on how well things go, based on his
behavior. "Sure, this actually sounds like a good deal to me. I'm going to
try hard not to disappoint you guys." He moves to them both individually
and gives them both a hug. Together they all end up eating together that
morning as they talk about the plans they each have for the day. Senan is
surprised to hear that his mom won't be there when he comes home from
school. "Wait, so I'll be alone? For how long?" He asks, not feeling
panicked about the situation, just curious about the change in his normal
routine.

"Yes," his mom says, "I have a new client and he has requested that we meet
at his place of business, he doesn't drive and taking alternate
transportation to here and then back again in an hour would be a hassle for
him. Don't worry, I'll have some cookies for you and Quinn set out when you
get here, and you can make the hot chocolate when you get home. Nothing
will really change, and I think that Quinn and you get along well enough
that I'm not worried about him doing any bullying, are you?"

"No mom, I can't picture Quinn doing something like that, not anymore."
Then it is time for both Senan and his father to leave for the day.

Senan is excited to be able to share his good news with both Kenneth and
Quinn later in the day and so races to the bus stop, he knows that he won't
see his friend any faster when he does that but his excitement is hard to
contain and this is a way for him to deal with those feelings.

"Guess what!" He says as Kenneth but before he has a chance to sit
down. "Guess what, go ahead and guess." He continues to say, his excitement
so palpable that he is having a difficult time sitting still.

"Let me guess, something good happened to you today?" Kenneth says as he
sits down next to his friend, a smile on his face telling Senan not to take
his sarcasm seriously. Then Kenneth leans over and whispers in his
ear. "You got your first pubic hair."

Senan laughs and slaps his shoulder. "No!" He says quietly.

"Then you shot cum for the first time." He once again whispers.

"No," he says, trying to sound exasperated but knowing he doesn't
succeed. "I talked to my parents, about the door. They saw my point!"
Although he is still whispering in Kenneth's ear his excitement causes his
voice to rise by a few octaves and the heightened pitch causes Kenneth to
shake off the slight ache that it caused.

"All right, all right. Calm down, you're going to cause my ear to bleed if
you keep it up." The words may sound harsh but the mood is light and there
is a smile on his face that tells Senan his friend is just having a little
fun at his expense.

"I'm sorry," Senan says as he tries to put on an expression of
contriteness. But it doesn't last and soon Senan laughs as he starts to
poke Kenneth's belly. "I'm just so excited! This means so much to me, it
means my parents are trusting me! That they are trying to see me as more
grown and less as a child!"

This time, however, he tries hard to contain his excitement and is able to
keep it under wraps for the rest of the trip to school.

Once there Senan and Kenneth start to walk around the school, Senan walks
because he is using that as a way to work off his extra energy and Kenneth
walks because he is sticking by his friend.

By the time that they go to lunch the routine of the day has caused Senan's
energy to be under control.

Noting this Kenneth comments on it. "What happened? Did one of your
teachers threaten to send you to the Principal's office if you didn't calm
down?" Again, he is just teasing his friend and the tone of his voice shows
that.

"Ha-ha, no I finally got tired of being happy all day and decided to be as
miserable as you. Seriously though, there aren't a lot of people that care
about what's going on in my life and without the momentum of talking about
it all day it loses some of the excitement." With that they sit down and
start trying to figure out just what on their tray qualifies as food.

It isn't until Senan is getting ready to go to math that he starts to get
excited about his news again, the thought that he will have some good news
to share with Quinn is what does that for him.

Nothing else is on his mind as he is walking to class and so it comes as
quite a surprise when he feels himself being hit in the arm.

"I said watch it asshole!" He hears at the same time. The voice sounds
familiar and when he turns to look he confirms that Davis is the one that
has hit him for no reason that he can think of.

"What is your problem?" He practically shouts, "All I'm trying to do is
walk down the hallway. Why can't you move three feet over that way? Then
you can completely avoid me." Without waiting for a response Senan spins
away and goes to his class.

Sitting down he gets his math book out and opens it to the chapter they are
working on. He is so excited at the thought of sharing his good news with
Quinn that he refuses to allow the antics of Davis to keep him down for
long.

The fact that Quinn didn't show up to class until it was almost time to
start was the only reason that he didn't tell him anything as soon as he
saw him, instead it wasn't until after school got out that Senan was able
to talk to him at all. "Did you talk to your dad?" He asks as soon as they
are out of earshot of most people.

"We'll talk about that later," is Quinn's response. "Did you talk to
yours?" He asks in return.

"Yep, got the okay too, much to my surprise they agreed with very little
changes to my original plan." He wanted to pull the same gimmick and tell
him that the answer would have to wait until later, but the truth is he is
too excited and sees that as him punishing himself more than punishing
Quinn.

No more mention is made of either side of the deal until they are off the
bus and walking to Senan's home. "So I did, I talked to him last night. I
didn't admit to anything though, I just talked to him about the way that
wrestling could make me more like the man he wants me to be. Eventually he
saw it my way. That means I won right? The deal was that I talk to him, the
original deal had nothing to do with whether or not I actually got him to
sign the paper. The fact that he did is just a bonus for me."

"That's right, I have to say that you surprised me." Senan says as they
walk up to his house.

"Didn't think I'd have the balls to talk to him did you?"

"Not that necessarily, I knew that eventually you would talk to him, but I
didn't think that you would do it until the weekend. I get the idea that
you and your father don't have a great relationship." He continues as he
unlocks the door and lets them both in the house. "I thought that you would
end up waiting until the last possible moment to talk to him."

Quinn realizes for the first time that they are in the house alone. "Wait,
where's your mom? Are we here alone?" He says unnecessarily as he follows
Senan into the kitchen. He knows that she isn't there, that for whatever
reason they have the house to themselves.

"My mom has a new client today. One who wanted to meet at his work instead
of here for some reason, so we are alone here, yeah." He says as he pulls
out the mugs to make the hot chocolate. "But don't worry, she left snacks
for us and as you see I'm perfectly capable of making some hot chocolate,
you won't go hungry."

Quinn smiles at him as he watches Senan heat up the milk. "So not only do I
win the contest between us, but I get to collect my reward when there are
no parents at home." He thinks to himself.  To Senan he asks a question
instead of revealing his thoughts. "So Senan, how long until your mom will
be home?"

"Well she usually takes a couple of hours with a new client. I'm not sure
what time the appointment was for but I would guess we have at least an
hour. Why? What are you thinking about?" He asks cautiously.

"Well I won. According to the deal we made yesterday that means no homework
today, instead I get to choose what we do until I have to go home." He
holds up a hand to forestall whatever it is that he sees Senan is about to
say.

"Now don't worry, I don't want to get you in trouble, I'm not going to
drink your parents liquor or smoke their cigarettes or anything like
that. But I will take advantage of two things, no one else is here, which
means we can be louder than I had originally thought, and even when they do
come home your parents will be respectful about a closed door." Quinn takes
the offered mug of hot chocolate and drinks it at the same time that he
eats the cookies that Senan's mom left for them. The two boys, filled with
anticipation, eat their snack quickly then head to Senan's room.

As they enter the room Quinn looks at his younger friend, and has all sorts
of ideas planned for the next hour or so. "Well here we are, are you ready
to fulfill your end of the deal?" For some reason that he has a hard time
understanding Quinn is suddenly feeling shy. "Come here," he says as he
stands near the bed, "I want to start with kissing, we've done that before,
no reason to feel awkward about that, is there?" He says as he grabs
Senan's arm and pulls him close.

Senan allows himself to be pulled close to him and ends up leaning against
his bed, caught between Quinn's legs. Putting his arms around Quinn's
torso, Senan stops himself from pulling Quinn to him as he remembers that
this is not his day to do what he wants but Quinn's instead.

Sitting on the edge of the bed Quinn leans forward, slightly off balance as
he places his arms on Senan's waist, wrapping his legs around Senan's
thighs he brings him close enough that their lips touch, lightly at first
and then with more force. He then allows his tongue to rub across Senan's
teeth once he is allowed entry.

He finally pulls back from the kiss and looks at his friend. "Why don't you
join me up here on the bed? It'll be a lot more comfortable for both of
us." Saying this he pulls back, creating a gap between them that becomes
even wider as he lays across the width of the bed, removing his shirt as he
does so. Allowing Senan to make the choice of either backing up from him,
breaking the contact between them and sending the signal that they have
done enough or crawl up on the bed, drawing closer once again.

Senan doesn't need to give it a second thought, he starts to climb up on
the bed, making his way across Quinn's body. He isn't at all surprised when
Quinn grabs his shoulders and pulls him closer, not fighting it Senan lays
across Quinn's body.

Quinn pulls him down, making sure that their lips are at the correct
position for kissing. Allowing his passion to take control he mashes his
lips against Senan's using his tongue to force the other boy's mouth to
open. As their tongues explore each other's mouths he takes a hand and runs
it down his back, the other hand holding onto the back of Senan's head,
keeping it in place just in case Senan wants to withdraw. Meanwhile his
free hand is moving further down his back, fingers tracing every bump of
his spine as he does so.

In a moment he is once again at the waistband of his jeans, the same place
where he was yesterday and he moves his hands across the top of his pants,
unsure if anything else would be welcome. But today is his day, the day he
is allowed to do what he wants, so he slips his fingertips under the
waistband, continuing to feel bareskin as his fingers move into unknown
territory. At least he tries to, but the jeans are tight against Senan's
body and Quinn is able to get no more than just the tips of his fingers
under the cloth.

"Can we loosen your belt or something?" Breaking the kiss to ask the
question, his voice husky with desire.

Senan sits up, breaking contact between them for the first time, then he
loosens his belt, undoes the snap, and lowers the zipper before laying
against him once again. "Better?" He asks with a teasing tone.

Slipping his fingers under his pants once again Quinn is delighted to
discover that he has more freedom to move now. Sliding his hands further
down inside his pants, this time his hands can move down enough to feel the
underwear that is covering his rounded ass. Driven by a desire he doesn't
understand Quinn starts to slip his fingers underneath the underwear when
he remembers that they haven't discussed what is okay and what
isn't. Mindful of the fact that he is trying to change his ways he stops,
stops his fingers and stops the kissing. "Under, or over? Which are you
okay with?"

Senan moves his butt up and down for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy
the sensation of their bodies rubbing, both Quinn's hand against his rump
as well as Quinn's cock rubbing against his. "Under, that feels better." He
whispers into his ear.

"Oh, thank God," Quinn responds, the desire evident in his voice. "I don't
know what I would've done if you said over." They both laugh as they close
the distance between their lips once again.

Now that he has permission he allows his fingers to slide all the way
across his bottom, enjoying the feel of his fingers sliding over his soft
but firm globes, reveling in the feel of Senan's smooth skin and amazed at
the amount of heat being generated in the region.

Senan moans as he moves his hands across the flesh and that encourages him
to explore more, soon his index finger is traveling the valley between his
mounds and Quinn knows he is getting closer to the source of the heat. As
Quinn moves his finger down the cleft he causes Senan to moan and press his
crotch against Quinn's hard-on. As a result he feels his own orgasm
approach and can feel that it's going to be big, most likely bigger than
any he's had before, and he knows he doesn't want the sticky mess in his
boxers. "Oh, shit!" He mutters, not doing a good job of keeping his
frustrations at bay.

"What's wrong?" Senan says quickly, concerned that he did something wrong
or hurt him in some way.

"I'm going to..., I need to take care of a problem real quick. Nobody ever
has problems like these in movies. It's the same problem I had yesterday,
but this time there's going to be a different ending because we aren't
stopping since your parents aren't here to interrupt us, so if I don't get
my dick out of my pants, well, I"ll probably just throw away my boxers." He
tells this to Senan, realizing at this point that Senan already knows he
has a hard on, just as he can feel Senan's hard dick as well.

Senan smiles at his predicament, for once happy that he isn't as developed
as his older friends because he doesn't have to worry about such
things. "May I help?" He asks as he places his hand over the shaft that is
so obviously showing both Quinn's problem as well as his excitement.

Quinn gives him permission and watches as he undoes the snap and pulls down
the zipper, the only sound in the room at that moment is the teeth of the
zipper separating. When Senan starts to pull his pants lower he lifts his
butt to assist and is surprised when he can feel his boxers going down with
them.

Quinn is now exposed from his chest all the way to his crotch. "Wow!, I've
never seen so much hair here." Senan says as he exposes Quinn's entire
groin, taking advantage of his bird's eye view of the body underneath him,
including the hair above his cock, as well as his entire shaft, and
balls. "I already knew that you're pretty big, after all I've seen the
lump, rubbed it with my hand, and felt it poking me when I was on top of
you, but you've got a lot more hair than Ke..., than anyone else I've seen
this close." He finishes the sentence lamely and knows that he's let it
slip, about him and Kenneth fooling around. "Don't tell anyone, please?
It's supposed to be just between the two of us."

"Don't worry, what am I gonna say? `Guess what Senan told me the other day
while we were making out in his bedroom?' Now if you keep running your hand
through my hair while playing with my balls I will cum."

"Can I do something to you? I promise it won't hurt." When he is given
permission he lowers his face down into Quinn's crotch and starts licking
his balls, at the same time he takes his now free hand and starts squeezing
his shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" Quinn exclaims this time in passion as he feels the cum working
its way up his shaft and through his urethra. He continues to yell as he
can feel shot after shot, going through his cock and shooting up his body,
eventually feeling the warm liquid pooling thickly on his chest and
belly. Never before has he felt so excited, or been so turned on by someone
else's actions, not even when he got the blow job from Jax.

He drops his head in exhaustion, working on getting his breath back. "Damn,
you're good at that. I never expected something like that from you." He
says when he gets his breath back. As soon as he has recovered he lifts his
head as he can feel a sensation that he can't quite place. When he looks
down he gets his second shock when he sees Senan licking his cum off his
belly.

Senan stops for a moment and looks up at Quinn, laughing at the shocked
expression on his face. "You taste different from Kenneth. Not bad, just
different. Do you know why that might be?"

"No idea, I haven't tasted a lot myself so I don't have much experience
either." Quinn says as he's trying hard to take in the scene in front of
him.

Finally he sits up which dislodges Senan from his body. "Why don't you take
these off?" He says, indicating his pants as Senan moves up beside
him. Senan hesitates to comply, which surprises Quinn. "What's the matter?
Don't tell me that now you're shy."

"Well a little, yeah. I'm not very big and I'm afraid that you'll laugh at
me." He says shyly, which just excites the older boy more.

"There's no reason to be shy. You're two years younger than me, I don't
expect you to be able to match me. Hell I'd be really freaked out if you
were." He decides to try some humor in an attempt to put Senan at ease and
take his mind off what is bothering him.

"Yeah, but.." Senann starts to voice his concerns when Quinn interrupts
him.

"Look Senan, I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but
I promise you I won't laugh. There's something about you that, well to be
honest I really want to see what you look like. It goes beyond just being
curious. I know I'm not explaining it clearly, but I don't have any better
words for it."

He stops talking, allowing Senan to make up his mind. It is an agonizing
couple of minutes as he sits there, watching Senan think about his level of
comfort with the boy who used to take great delight in bullying
him. Breathing out a sigh of relief as Senan finally starts to pull down
his pants.

Senan then pulls off his shirt, watching the effect that his undressing has
on Quinn, taking delight as he watches his cock start to plump. Pulling his
pants off all the way is an action that takes great fortitude, as he braces
himself for a certain amount of teasing that never comes. Before he removes
his underwear he looks at Quinn's face and sees an expression of lust and
longing that assures him that what he is about to do is okay with Quinn.

Senan slips his underwear down quickly, lifting his butt off the bed to
allow his briefs to slip off easily, knowing that his erection is obvious
no matter how he positions himself, and thinking about the conversations
he's had with Kenneth regarding different development stages, Senan sits,
legs splayed on top of the bed so that his groin is on display.

Quinn looks down, his eyes sweeping over his body from his chest all the
way down to his pubic region. "You're beautiful." Is all he can say as he
takes in the sight completely and can feel his cock harden in response to
what he sees. "I don't care that you're small. It looks perfect on you." He
takes a deep breath and tries to explain what he means. "If you were any
bigger it would look weird. I'm not familiar with how a bunch of dicks
look, there's few that I've seen closer than what you see in gym class or
at wrestling matches. But yours just looks perfect." Quinn knows that he
can't explain it any better than that so he doesn't even try. Instead he
does what he does best, he stops thinking and just starts doing.

Bringing Senan down on top of him again they can both feel it as the
pressure of the two of them together spreads the cooling cum between them,
smearing it across their bellies and chests as they lie close
together. "Let me return the favor." He says as he gets Senan to lay on the
bed, his back against the mattress and his erection pointing
skyward. Slowly his lips come in contact with the top of his penis, kissing
the head before using his tongue to moisten it. It is only after he has
coated Senan's dick with his saliva that Quinn takes it into his mouth.

Used to having Jax's larger penis in his mouth he easily takes the entire
shaft into his mouth, much to Senan's delight. Quinn can hear Senan groan
in appreciation of the feelings he is engendering as he puts his hands
around Quinn's shoulders.

Soon Senan is thrusting himself as deep as he can into Quinn's mouth and it
isn't long until he cries out in ecstasy as Quinn's lips slide completely
down his shaft, bringing his small balls into his mouth.

As soon as Senan can speak he asks Quinn to stop the sucking. "Too
sensitive, it hurts." He says quietly as he still feels wiped out.

Quinn lifts his head up, allowing the tiny shaft to fall against Senan's
groin. "I was hoping to get your first cum." He says as he rubs his hand on
Senan's chest.

"Did you?" He asks as he starts to feel around his groin, hoping to feel
some sign of sticky fluid on his skin.

"No, there was nothing this time. If it happens when I'm not around you'll
have to let me know." He grins as he crawls up his torso and kisses him.

"Sticky." Quinn hears Senan say, he's not certain but he thinks that what
he heard was the end of Senan's sentence.

"What?" He says as he breaks off the kiss.

"I said we are sticky. We need to get cleaned up, preferably before my
mother gets home." Senan sits up and Quinn moves to sit next to him.

"I thought the deal was that I get to do what I want until I have to go
home?" He repeats the deal, knowing that Senan remembers it.

"Well if either of my parents come home and we have your cum all over us
you will be going home, trust me." Senan is serious about this but he tries
to laugh to take out some of the sting of his words.

"I know, but I don't want this to end. There are so many things I want us
to do, and I want to see what else you'll surprise me with." He looks down
for a moment and then whips his head up, a smile on his face as he has
obviously just gotten what he thinks is a good idea. "What if we shower
together? Can we do that? Would that be okay?"

Senan looks over at the clock on his dresser and sees how much time has
passed. "Better not, I don't know when mom will be home but I do know that
my dad will be home in about thirty minutes."

Quinn looks sad again but says he understands and reminds Senan that he
promised that he wasn't going to do anything to get him in trouble.

"Why don't you take your shower first." Senan suggests, climbing off the
bed as he does so. "I'll get a towel for you and as soon as you're out I'll
get in. Just make it fast is all I ask."

"Sure, no problem." He says and he follows Senan down the hallway and into
the bathroom.

In only ten minutes he is out of the shower and going back to Senan's room,
towel draped over his shoulder. "Fast enough?" He says as he enters the
room.

"Yeah, thanks for being understanding." He leans in and gives him a quick
kiss on the cheek before he hurries down the hall for his own
shower. Rushing it as he's nervous about the time factor, Senan is back in
his room by the time that Quinn gets dressed.

Senan dresses quickly, then the two boys make their way to the living room,
and twenty minutes later, when his dad comes home they are splayed out on
the floor playing a video game. "Hello you two," he says as he walks in the
house. "Your mom isn't home yet?"

"No, but I don't know what time her appointment was so I don't know if I
should be worried or not." Laughing at his silliness he doesn't notice
Quinn's character sneak up on his left side and kill him. "Hey! I thought
we were playing as partners." He says, although with a smile in his face so
that Quinn knows he isn't really angry at him.

"Nope, don't remember making that deal. Never said we would play a
co-operative game." He says, trying to take advantage of Senan being
distracted to set him up for another quick death. This backfires as Senan,
not content to let him get away with anything, drops his controller and
commences an all out tickle attack on his ribs.

Game forgotten, their laughter and screams gain in volume until his dad
says that they need to calm down. "I think that we'll go out to eat
tonight, unless your mom left a note saying what she had planned for
dinner."

"No note, except to remind me that we were both supposed to be on our best
behavior." Senan replies.

"Were you?" He asks, smiling.

"Of course we were." They both say together in their most innocent sounding
voices.

"I see, and would you tell me if you weren't?" He asks, playing along with
the silliness that they seem to be in the mood for. Once again the boys
give a positive answer, in unison, then break out in giggles as they try to
get back to their game. Feeling as if he has missed something but has no
idea what, he decides to let the boys have their secret, knowing that at
that age things like that are important. "Are you able to stay for dinner
tonight?" Jim asks Quinn as he gets himself a drink.

"I'd better not, I haven't cleared it with my, well I didn't get permission
ahead of time and I don't want to take a chance on messing up now." Quinn
answers.

He has a hard time processing this and, although JIm's usual mode is to not
get involved unless it seems necessary, he can't help but ask about the
comment. "What do you mean? You don't want to mess up?"

"Just that," he stops playing for a moment, "look I know you're pretty
smart and probably have a few ideas about what my home life is like, but
believe me when I say that it isn't all that bad. He doesn't hit me or
anything like that. Lately things have been really rough between us and
just recently they've gotten better, I don't want to take the chance on
messing that up by eating dinner with you guys without talking to him about
it first, that's all.

"Okay, but Quinn, you know that if you ever need to talk about anything I'm
willing to listen, and it won't get back to your father, that I promise."
He says solemnly.

"I know, Senan told me the same thing just yesterday." He says calmly and
then goes back to the game that they are playing.

Senan's mom gets home within the hour and after a few minutes to freshen up
and get ready to go back out she's ready to leave. After dropping Quinn off
at his home, and making sure he can get in with no problem, they head to
their favorite Mexican restaurant.

After getting home they watch some TV then Senan goes into his room to call
Kenneth, taking the phone into his room he looks around, every spot in his
room reminding him of what went on in there between him and Quinn.

"Oh, hey Senan, what's up?" Kenneth asks when he picks up the receiver on
his end.

"Not a lot, it was a bit of a hectic day today, and I was sitting here
relaxing when I thought about you so I figured I would call you."

"Thought about me?" He says trying to make his voice sound sexy and
seductive. "Should I ask what type of thoughts you had about me?"

Senan laughs at his attempt to sound sexy, then decides to push his
memories to the side and lay down on his bed. "I hope that isn't your `I
want to be sexy with you' voice, you'll never get a girlfriend with that."

"WelI, who says I want a girlfriend?"

Senan gives this comment a lot of thought, considering how the two of them
have been behaving toward each other lately that comment could be
interpreted in several different ways. Momentarily he considers asking for
clarification of the comment but ultimately he decides against it. Instead
he steers the conversation in a different direction.

"About the party on Friday, are you still willing to go with me?" He asks,
more as an attempt to get his own mind off of the previous conversation and
how he feels about his more recent activities.

"Yeah, I told you I would didn't I?" To Senan, Kenneth sounds upset and
he's trying to figure out why.

"Yeah you did, but I wanted to make sure, I know you weren't really wanting
to go so I wouldn't blame you if you changed your mind."

"I hear you, and thanks for giving me a way out but I'm not going to bail
on my best friend." Kenneth says into the receiver and, to Senann, he still
sounds irritated. Senan is trying to figure out if he truly is upset about
something or if it is just his conscience working against him, this causes
him to miss what Kenneth had just said. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He
says, upset with himself for not paying attention to the conversation.

"I asked if you wanted to meet there or have one of our parents take both
of us. Since we're both going to the same place and at the same time it
makes sense to just have one parent take both of us, don't you agree?"

"Yes, I hadn't thought about it before but that does make sense. I know the
dance starts at seven, do you want to get there right when it starts or be
a little late?" He's trying to get the guilty feelings out of his head and
isn't paying a lot of attention to what he is saying, he only hopes that
whatever he's saying makes sense to Kenneth.

"Fashionably late?" Kenneth quips, "I like that idea. We could really make
an entrance that way. All eyes would be upon us."

"Oh God no! The last thing I want to do is have everyone looking at us when
we go in. I'd be way too self-conscious to even go in." Senan says in
protest.

Kenneth laughs, knowing he got to his friend. "Don't worry, I'm only
kidding. But I promise you that no one is going to be watching us, everyone
will be too busy worrying about how they look to pay any attention to
us. From what my parents have told me, most of them will be thinking that
everyone will be looking at them, judging them, and somehow knowing all
their faults. You don't believe me, go ask your mom, I bet anything she'll
agree."

"I'll have to ask her, and I'll take that bet, either way we'll both end up
winning." As he says that his mind once again goes back to that afternoon
and paying the debt owed to Quinn. He quiets down as he tries to move past
those memories, knowing that he can't ask Kenneth for his help in this
situation he tries hard to get through it by himself, and quickly so that
Kenneth won't figure out that something is wrong.

"Let me go ask my parents if they can take us, I'll be right back." Senan
says in an attempt to try and get the conversation back to a safer
topic. In a moment he comes running back and tells Kenneth that his father
would be more than happy to take them both to the school that night and
would make sure to get them there whenever they wanted him to.

"Alright, that sounds good, Kenneth I want you to know how much I
appreciate you doing this. I know it's not your thing and you don't
actually have to, so thanks a bunch. I really mean that."

Kenneth is touched by his open and honest display of gratitude and is
tempted to explain the real reason he is doing this. But ultimately he
decides that this isn't the proper time. "No problem my friend, I know that
you would do the same for me if the situations were reversed. Besides, who
knows, maybe somehow I'll end up having fun."

"Stranger things have happened, right?" Senan says. "Listen, it's getting
late, I need to get ready for bed. We'll talk more tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, I'll see you on the bus as usual. Hope you sleep well tonight."
With that Kenneth hangs up the phone before he can hear Senan's response.

Kenneth sits there on the edge of his bed, listening to his breath and
heartbeat go out of control. Fighting off the panic he feels at his
deliberate declaration, made by the more personal sign off that he used. It
takes some time before he feels his body start to relax, his breath slowly
getting under control and his heartbeat slowing down. As he lets out a slow
breath he questions the wisdom of doing what he did. "What if I'm
completely wrong? Sure, I know that he enjoyed what we've done, and he's
completely okay with it all but what if, to him, it's nothing more than a
lark? What if he wants to be with a girl, instead?"

Kenneth, distraught over his concerns and fears, has an uneasy night and
what little sleep he does get is ruined by the dreams of rejection and
loneliness he fears.

After Senan goes out and puts the phone away he then says good night to his
parents, goes through his nightly ritual, undresses and then slips under
his covers. At this time he allows his brain to start thinking about his
activities of the day.

There is no doubt in his mind that he enjoys what he does with Quinn, but
he also knows how much he enjoys the same activities with Kenneth. The
question in his mind is which person does he enjoy more?

Senan can't answer that question to himself, all he can say with any
certainty is that he enjoys kissing people and that he enjoys the taste of
the fluids that come from his friends bodies. The rest he can't figure out,
he knows that there aren't that many differences in the activities so to
his way of thinking there must be something different between the two of
them. The problem being that he cannot figure out what that difference
is. He knows there are differences in personality and looks, and being
truthful to himself, that only makes it more difficult for him to make the
decision that he feels he must make. "What is it about them that attracts
me to them?" He asks himself in the quiet of his dark room, the only place
that he feels safe enough to admit the things about himself that scare him
so much.

That sends his mind into a spiral of what if's and maybe's. He isn't
concerned with the question of his sexuality, but he does start to wonder
what his birth mom would think about the way he's been behaving lately,
fooling around with both his best friend and the person who was bullying
him just a few weeks ago. "It's like ever since I've learned about kissing
that's all I want to do. Then that leads to something else, and I can't
seem to stop myself at that point. At least not until someone has cum
shooting out of their dick.

"I wonder if there's something wrong with me? I seem to be obsessed with
sex now. I know that other people enjoy it too but I don't know of anybody
else that's as obsessed with it as I am. Does that make me a bad person
then? I already know how mom and dad would feel about this if I told them,
I wonder what my birth mom would think of me. No doubt that she'd be
ashamed, to know how her son turned out." Completely ignoring the fact that
it was a similar situation that led to his creation and birth, all he can
focus on is what he perceives as an unhealthy obsession, it is this
troubling thought that continues to chase him into his sleep and affects
his dreams.

When Quinn gets home he isn't surprised that his parents have already
eaten. He is happy to see that his mom put aside some food for him to heat
up.

"You're home late," his father says as he follows him into the kitchen,
"why?"

"Senan's mom wasn't home when we got there, something about her job taking
her away from the house. His father got home first and decided to take them
out for dinner, which they did when she got home, dropping me off here on
their way to the restaurant." He says as he puts his plate in the microwave
and starts to heat it up.

Watching his son move around the kitchen while listening to his story makes
him feel squeamish in a way that he can't define but knows he doesn't
like. "So, his mom was gone when you got there, that means that you and
that other boy were in that home alone. Did you behave yourselves? Did you
get your homework done? Should I be expecting a phone call asking me how my
son could do such horrible things to their son?" His voice gets tight and
his hands make fists as he talks.

Quinn notices this and for the first time he isn't just angry at his
father, he's scared. He looks around to see if he would be able to get out
of the kitchen in a hurry and realizes that he is trapped. With where he is
standing there is no way for him to get safely out of the room if his
father chooses to escalate the situation into a physical confrontation. He
chooses his next words carefully, he doesn't want to do or say anything to
escalate the situation. "We did exactly what we should do. I told you last
night, I've worked too hard to mess up my chance to get on the wrestling
team. I go to his house and all I focus on is Algebra." Quinn finds it
difficult to look at his father right now, for many reasons. Not the least
of which is how much he's lying to him, but he knows that his father
considers the inability to look him in the eye an admission of guilt. So he
slowly turns, plate on the counter, and looks up at his father. "I'm
serious, this means too much to me. I'm not gonna mess it up now." Holding
his breath he maintains the look until his father turns to leave the
kitchen. Then, on weak and wobbly knees, he picks up his plate and slowly,
carefully moves to the dinner table, not sure if he can make it.

After dinner he goes to his room, taking the telephone with him as he
does. Calling Davis he waits while he comes to the phone, using the time to
calm himself down, finally he hears his friend's voice on the other end of
the line. "Hey Davis, what's going with you tonight?"

"Nothing, just playing a video game. Why? What are you doing?" Davis says
as he hears his friend's voice on the phone.

"Not much, just hanging out in my room is all. What did he do when you
showed up by the classroom again?" Quinn stretches out on his bed, ready to
enjoy listening to the tale of terror.

"Not much, in fact he didn't even notice I was there at first. Not that I'm
complaining about that though. That gave me a chance to finally hit
him. Smacked him right on his arm, you should've seen his face, it was
priceless!"

Quinn interrupts at that statement. "You hit him? What the fuck for? I told
you that you weren't supposed to touch him until I said it was okay. Man,
you better not have messed up my plans."

"Look it wasn't a hard hit, I bet I didn't even bruise his skin. It was
just a way to get his attention, like I said he was out of it, no idea
where he was or who was around him. Think of it more as a wake up call than
a hit. Does that make you feel better?" Anger is in his voice but he
doesn't care, first of all Quinn isn't there and by the time they see each
other again this event will be forgotten, second he's getting tired of
being Quinn's lackey, not that he minds all the trouble they cause and that
they are looked upon with fear at school, but he sometimes wonders what it
would be like not to be in Quinn's shadow.

"All right, you know what, forget it, it's all over and done now
anyway. What was his reaction?"

"You would've loved seeing his face, a look of shock at first, then, when
he figured out who it was that gave him that tap? He looked like he was
gonna cry." The boys laugh at that thought and talk for a little
longer. Finally Quinn says that he needs to hang up because he still needs
to call Jax.

Before he makes that second call he sits for a few moments and thinks about
what he's doing. He knows that he has broken a few of the agreements that
he'd made with Senan at the beginning of the tutoring, and he is trying to
justify it to himself. At first he tells himself that it is no big deal,
that Senan knew what his reputation was before he agreed to the tutoring
job, but he knew that was a bullshit excuse. His next attempt at
justification was him telling himself it was okay as long as Senan never
knew that it was him that was behind those attacks, but he also knew that
was wrong and a disservice to Davis, that would make it seem as if he was
behind it in Senan's mind and Quinn felt that the person he was trying to
become wouldn't like that. "Fuck, why does this have to be so damn hard!"
He cries out but not too loud as he doesn't want his parents to come in to
investigate the reason for the yelling.

Finally he makes the second call. "Hey Jax, look I was hoping that we could
talk face to face but that's not going to happen until next Friday night
and I don't want to wait that long. Can you talk now? Is it safe or are
your parents around?"

"Yeah, we're all right here, is what you need to talk about so important
that it can't wait until tomorrow at school?" He asks,curious about what
could be so important.

"Yeah, it's something that's really weighing on my mind. Why? What are you
thinking?"

"Well if it's that important maybe we should discuss our homework tonight."
He says, hoping that Quinn will pick up on his meaning without him having
to say it any more clearly.

Finally, Quinn understands. "Tonight! You're planning on coming over later
aren't you?"

"Well if you insist, I mean what are friends for, right?"

"Okay then. But don't make it too late, school in the morning, plus things
are still messed up with my dad, if he catches me up late again he'll take
away the wrestling for sure."

"Yeah, it's supposed to be twelve pages, does that sound like something you
could do tonight?"

Quinn thinks about it for a moment. "Maybe, it shouldn't be a problem as
long as you aren't too much later than that."

"No, I remember the teacher said twelve on the dot. So, that won't be a
problem?" He looks at his parents, concerned that they might be listening
as he knows his code isn't that difficult to figure out, he is happy to see
that they are focused on the movie and not what his conversation. "Okay,
I'll see you later, good luck with that homework."

Quinn stays in his room for the rest of the night, sitting in the dark on
his bed as he waits for his parents to go to bed and then waits for Jax to
show up at midnight. Once he sees him out the window he sneaks downstairs
and out the door to talk to him.

"So what's up? What is so important that you needed to talk to me right
away?" Jax asks as Quinn comes out of the house. "Or did you just need to
get off again?"

"Well I'll never pass up an opportunity to have you suck my dick." Quinn
answers as he starts to consider if they could get away with that or
not. "Actually that goes right along with what I want to talk to you
about." He shifts nervously and then a serious expression crosses his face
before he speaks again. "Look, you and I have known each other for quite
some time, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Jax looks at him, confused and wondering what it is that Quinn
is trying to say.

"Okay, sorry. Of course. This might not make a lot of sense, it's not easy
for me to talk about but I feel if there's anyone I can trust it's you."
Quinn stops, considers what he wants to say and how to say it
best. Meantime Jax stands there patiently, knowing that Quinn will say
whatever is on his mind when he's ready.

"Okay, here it goes," he says as he screws up his courage. "Just don't say
anything until I say my whole piece. I want to know how you feel about the
dick sucking thing, I mean do you do it `cause it's fun and you just want
to get off and you know if you suck me then I'll suck you too? Or do you
truly enjoy it? Would you suck my dick even if I didn't suck yours? Does it
even matter if it's my dick? Would you suck anybody else?"

Jax waits long enough to make sure that Quinn is finished talking. "Yes, to
most of what you just asked. If you want to know the absolute truth I like
sucking dick, okay, I'm not sure if that makes me gay or what. I mean I
hope to do stuff with girls one day but for now I'm happy with what we do
and I don't mind if we continue to do it even after we start dating." He
stops to look at Quinn's expression, to see if he's judging him or not,
then decides that since he is being honest so far he's going to continue to
answer honestly and let the consequences fall where they may. "To answer
your other questions, yes I like sucking your dick and yes I'd most likely
continue to give you blow jobs even if you didn't return the
favor. Although I hope that doesn't happen `cause I think you do a really
great job at sucking dick. I don't know about sucking anyone else's dick, I
mean there are a few guys at school that I wouldn't say no to but I'm sure
you can understand why I don't want it to get around the school that I'm
willing to do that."

"So you're bi then? Are there girls at school that you want to go to bed
with?" He asks, trying to clarify in his mind what Jax is telling him.

"I guess so, does that change anything between us? I hope not, I'm hoping
that if anyone can be okay with that it's you." Jax feels more exposed than
ever before, he's just started to figure out his wants and desires and this
is the first time that he's ever spoken about this outloud.

"Don't worry, I'm not about to tell your secret. That was the deal we made
the first time we grabbed each other, remember? Besides I've got no reason
to say anything, especially not anything critical." He stops talking for a
moment and Jax sees him wipe his hand across his eyes, then he continues
quietly speaking. "I really like what we're doing as well. More than I
thought actually. I didn't know it at first, I thought for a while that it
was just about getting off and having fun. Then, the more stuff we did, the
more I enjoyed it. Then I started looking at some other guys as well, and
then some stuff happened with someone else as well and that really forced
me to take a long look at who I am. Let me just put it out there, Jax, so
there's no confusion; I'm gay. I'm gay and I'm terrified about my father
finding out, more so than people at school even. He already thinks I'm
doing stuff with you, Davis, and even Senan. It disgusts him, makes him
think I'm lesser somehow. I don't know how to handle it." This time he
doesn't try to stop the tears when they spill over. He can feel them as
they track down his cheeks, hot trails of anger and shame.

In a surprisingly tender gesture Jax reaches up and wipes them off with his
thumb. "Don't worry about him, you've got me as a friend, hopefully Davis
as well, I don't really know how he feels about something like this, we'll
worry about that later. In the meantime you can talk to me about anything
you need to, okay?" He pulls Quinn in close and gives him a long and tight
hug, wrapping his arms around Quinn's torso, not letting go until he feels
him hug back. "Okay, feeling better now?"

Quinn nods his head. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"It's getting late and we have school in the morning, if you're okay I'm
gonna go. Tell me the truth, are you okay? For real, don't bullshit
me. Are. You. Okay?" He puts his hands on his shoulders and holds him at a
distance, as if looking him over to make sure that his answer is truthful.

Quinn grins at him and pats his arms. "Yeah, I'm okay, thanks for being
honest with me and helping me feel safe to talk about what's going on. It
really helped a lot." Silently and at the same time they pull in for a hug
and then say good night. Quinn watches as Jax walks away and once he can't
see him anymore he turns and goes back inside. Slipping under his covers,
Quinn falls into a deep, contented sleep.

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