Sinners

His back hit the steep wall behind him, those sun-kissed lips capturing his own, drawing a moan from his throat. His eyes shot open as the other hand pulled his pants down, exposing him the night. He tried to push his lover away, only to moan in pleasure when he accidentally ground his boxer-clad erection into steel bar between the denim clad legs of his lover.

His lover growled into his ear, breaking off the kiss and undoing his boxers, letting them fall to the ground. He gasped in surprise as his lover grabbed him, gently stroking the throbbing member.

“Shhhh,“his lover 4whispered in his ear.

He stood there, trembling, straining to hold onto any form of self-control. His lover released him and stepped back.

The denim jeans came off, then the tee shirt, then finally the boxers. He stared at the being before him. Tones abs rippled under smooth, pale skin, and beautiful lean legs stood braced apart, hiding nothing. His lover’s emerald eyes glistened in the starlight, smoldering with lust as they drank in his form. His lover moved forward, stalking him like a lion stalks its prey.

His lover pinned him against the wall and captured his lips in a lustful kiss, grinding into his lower half. One hand reached down, grasping his ass as his lover pushed him up the wall. The feeling of his lover’s manhood against his tender cheeks sent pulses of pleasure down to his exited nether regions. His lover grinned like the Cheshire cat before maneuvering them to the ground, straddling him.

His lover gently kissed under his ear, dragging those sun-kissed lips down his chest and stomach, fingers playing with his hardened nipples. One hand grasped his erection again, the grin flashing before his member vanished down the gullet of his lover. He arched his back, moaning, driving himself further down as his lover deep-throated him. His breath came in short gasps as the other hand grabbed the back of his thigh, driving it back to his chest.

The hand moved from the thigh to in between his cheeks, fingering the outside of his opening. his hands tangled in his lover’s hair as two fingers were pushed into the waiting hole. He could feel himself building as the fingers pushed themselves deeper. Suddenly they vanished, and he whimpered a little.

“Shhhh,” his lover whispered again. his lover grabbed his other thigh and pushed it up with it’s twin, exposing his underside to his lover’s hungry eyes. his lover lined his erection up with the clenching hole, hands gripping his hips.

First his lover pushed his tip inside, making him gasp at the uncomfortable feeling. Inch by agonizing inch, his lover filled him up, burring himself up to the hilt in his opening. The tip of his lover rested against the bundle of nerves deep inside of him. Then slowly, his lover began to move...

The bell rang, shrill and sharp, shocking Jamie out of his daydream. He shook his head, driving the intrusive thoughts from his head.

“Where did that come from?” He wondered.

Noting the uncomfortable tightness in his pants, he grimaced, dumping his books into his backpack.

“Great, just great. Now I’ve given myself a hard-on.”

He waited until the other students left the room before getting up and going to his locker. Something slammed into the metal next to him, making him jump. He turned to find Eros Forester, his best friend, grinning like a mad man.

“Whoa Jamie, take a chill pill man!” Eros laughed.

Jamie laughed with him, then Eros noticed his little “issue.” He smiled knowingly.

“Try thinking about something utterly disgusting, like ya’ Nana in her underwear. That’ll make it go away.”

Jamie blushed, Eros smirked. “So what were you thinking about?”

“Something I shouldn’t have been.”

“Ooh, is little baby Jamie finally hitting puberty?”

Jamie sighed dramatically, turning to his best friend.

“For your information, I hit...” Something over Eros’ shoulder caught his eye. “Who’s that?”

Eros turned to stare at the boy waling down the hall towards them. The newcomer was tall, over six feet easily, and had lean muscles bunched in chords running down fair, sun-kissed skin. His face was boyish and pointed, accented by thin lips pressed into a scowl. Two blazing green eyes smoldered from behind fire-red bangs. His long red hair was pulled back into a small messy bun at the back of his head. He was dressed simply in a pair of faded jeans and a tan-colored tee shirt.

Eros raised as eyebrow as the boy brushed past. The newcomer glanced at Jamie, holding him captive in the green gaze. Jamie felt a blush creep up his cheeks before the boy turned the corner and was gone. Eros and Jamie watched his retreating back until they lost sight of him.

"No idea, never seen him before...”

Jamie plopped down into his chair a few seconds before the bell rang, the stranger still on his mind. The other students chatted merrily with their friends, discussing the homework and comparing answers for the take-home quiz. Each one glanced over occasionally, their eyes drawn to the cross he wore openly over his shirt.

They knew he was Catholic, and that made him the outsider, the radical. He rolled his eyes as the teacher came in. Mr. Appell had been teaching pre-calc since the school opened, but the admin wouldn’t let him retire and had begged him to stay for one more year. Jamie liked Mr. Appell. The old guy was a great teacher, though he frequently got off topic. The students knew that if they wanted an easy day, all they had to do was get him to talk about the “good ol’e days.”

But no matter how much Jamie loved pre-calc, he hated the class because of Todd Milnes, the prince of the school. Todd hated Jamie with a passion, thought the poor boy had no idea why. Jamie groaned as the blonde boy walked in. Todd spotted Jamie and sauntered over.

“What’s up Saint Jamie? Still stuck in this hell? I thought all angels went to heaven.”

Before Jamie could respond, the red-head from earlier walked in. His blazing green gaze met Jamie’s before flicking down to the cross necklace. Hatred burned up, causing Jamie to shake a little in his seat. Something kicked the leg of his chair. Jamie looked back up at Todd.

“Wha’sa matter, scared o’ me? I thought ya’ precious ‘King’ made ya’ brave?”

Jamie snarled and shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk.

“How ’bout you learn some respect Milnes?”

“Boys!” Mr. Appell yelled from the front of the room, “Save it for after school.”

Todd growled at Jamie under his breath, “Parking lot o’ the ol’e Dusk ta Dawn, 5 o’ clock.”