Blackmailed
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 2
Javier
The following morning, I peeled my eyes open. It was early, way too early, but that was how Monday mornings always were. Out of habit, I rolled over and was surprised to see Kenny wide awake, with two sleepy but beautiful eyes looking right at me.
"I was waiting for you," he said softly.
"Come here," I said, opening my arms.
He moved closer and let me wrap my arms around him. I tried to ask if he had slept well, but got only satisfied muttering as a response. I tightened my grip on him and wondered how such a skinny boy could be so warm.
This isn't such a bad way to wake up, I thought.
I had just closed my eyes when the alarm went off. The grin on my face vanished and turned to annoyance when I reached out to silence it. Unfortunately, our morning moment was over, and it was time to prepare for school.
"Boys! Wake up," my mother shouted from the kitchen.
"We're up," I shouted back through the closed door.
Kenny squeezed my erection through my boxers.
"Indeed," he whispered.
"Smart ass."
We lingered on the bed, with my head on his bare chest, hoping time would stop. He petted my hair the way he always did. The tips of his fingers massaged my scalp through my thick black hair. The magical touch spread warmth through my body and forced me to smile.
"Boys! You'll be late if you don't hurry," mom shouted. "Breakfast is ready."
I sighed. I pecked him on the cheek and rushed to collect my clothes from the floor. From the corner of my eye, I noticed he was doing the same, except his clothes were stacked in a neat pile on the chair in the order he would dress in them. I wasn't as systematic, but managed to find all my clothes.
He was already at the door when I got my jeans buttoned. I laughed at the nervous look on his face and the fingers that approached the lock. Breakfast could wait. Even school could wait. I leaned against him, sandwiching him between the door and my chest.
"Are you sure you're hungry?" I whispered, my breath touching his ear.
"But they're waiting…"
I wrapped my arms around him, my left hand groping my boyfriend's crotch.
"Mmm… who's here?"
"Not now," he hissed.
My erection pressed against his back, but I reluctantly gave up and pulled the tail of my shirt down. We shared one last look, full of promise about what would happen after we got back from school, before we opened the door and walked toward the kitchen.
Aromas of fresh coffee wafted in the air and mixed with the smell of waffles mom carried to the table. Despite it being Monday, and a school day, the breakfast would have been perfect without one tiny drawback. Jorge was sitting at the table, his forefinger in the bowl full of whipped cream.
"You," I said, without faking enthusiasm. "Why don't you have breakfast at your own house?"
He licked the cream from his finger.
"Why don't you get a girlfriend?"
Dad gave him a meaningful glance, but said nothing. Instead, I took a waffle, put it on my plate and began topping it with butter, whipped cream, and maple syrup. I sighed and ignored my dumbass brother. Me and Kenny took seats at the opposite side of the table, as far from Jorge as possible.
"Oh, that's so cute," Jorge said.
He watched as I took a waffle and set it on Kenny's plate. Jorge took his fork and moved the last two waffles onto his own plate.
"Hey! The other is mine," I said.
"In your dreams," he said. "But you can share the one with your boy toy."
"Jorge!" dad said in a raised voice.
He cast an apologetic look at Kenny, who probably didn't notice it as his eyes were on his hands and the table.
Mom stood up.
"Just a minute," she said. "I'll cook you more waffles."
"A minute…" A big smile appeared on Jorge's face. "I doubt Javier can wait that long."
I had barely given an angry glance at my brother when Kenny coughed next to me. What the fuck was the asshole talking about? I wasn't a small baby whose first reaction was to cry when there was no food immediately in front of me. It was just best to ignore the idiot. I put my arm around Kenny's shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Fuck you, dick head.
Jorge was silent for the rest of the breakfast. Now and then, he glanced at me, and in some weird way, it almost looked like there was some remotely intelligent activity going on inside his thick skull. I wasn't too optimistic and tried to pay him as little attention as possible. Soon, my thoughts drifted to school, and especially math class.
Mr. Douglas never needed more than a weekend to check the exams, which meant that today was doomsday. Normally, the alternative would have been barely passing or clearly failing, but today I was more optimistic. I don't know how Kenny did it, but my boyfriend had a phenomenal ability to explain things in a way I could understand. A least most of the time.
If I didn't pass the course, me and him would have to spend more time sitting on my bed and studying Diophantine equations, as he had called them, whatever that meant. Sitting on the bed with him was nice. The equations still sucked, but a bit less than before.
"Damn! I'm already late." Dad dropped the newspaper and rushed to the hall to get his car keys. "Have a nice day at school, boys."
"Sure," I muttered. "Fucking fantastic."
Mom scowled at me, but left to wash the dishes. Kenny began collecting the plates and carried them to the sink. The previous week after every meal, he had offered to do the dishes, but she had politely declined each time.
Jorge raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Hey, waiter. Bring me a beer."
Kenny stopped and gave him a nervous look.
"He's not your goddamn servant," I snapped.
"Oh. Defending your little boy toy. How cute." He stood up and walked around the table. He slung an arm around Kenny's shoulder. "Is he always so tight?"
Kenny blushed and didn't get a word out of his mouth. If my face was red, it was out of anger when I stormed to my brother and took hold of his shirt. My eyes were burning as I stared at the asshole who smelled of sweat, cigarettes, and something rotting in his mouth.
"Don't you ever touch him," I said, emphasizing each word.
"Okay, okay! Jesus! No reason to be jealous, little brother," he said. "I'm not interested in your faggot boyfriend."
"Tell me one reason why I would be jealous," I said. "You're a twenty-five-year-old deadbeat who still comes here for free food. Besides, I don't need to be a genius to see that you're not getting laid."
The smirk vanished from his face as it turned to stone. He straightened his posture.
"Fuck you," he hissed.
"Boys, enough," moms voice came from the back of the kitchen.
Jorge pushed me out of his way and scooted out the front door. I looked at Kenny, hoping my boyfriend was okay and didn't mind that I had the worst brother in the world. Why did that asshole have to spoil our morning? Why was he awake so early in the morning in the first place? And why was he suddenly spending so much time at home?
My head was full of questions, but I could only shrug and say, "let's go to school, shall we?"
I tensed the exact moment Mr. Douglas mentioned the math test. The doomsday trumpets buzzed in my head with increasing sound as the old man walked from the white board to his desk. If I had had some hope of doing well, one glance from Mr. Douglas was more than enough to confirm that I had screwed up the test. And it wasn't the first time.
Let it be at least a 'C'.
Mom and dad would be overjoyed if I brought home a B, not that it had happened often. I switched on my nicest smile, hoping it would help me pass the test, not because I knew enough, but out of pity. There were rumors it helped with some teachers, but my hopes of Mr. Douglas being one of them were not high.
He began giving the tests back to students who, one by one, walked to the front of the classroom to pick up their paper. Some of them seemed excited, and others didn't. I had a pretty good idea who would retake the test with me. The bunch of papers in his hand got thin before I finally heard my name called.
"Javier Santos," he said.
His face lacked emotion when he waited for me, holding the paper in his hand.
Kenny had helped me study. Well, that was an understatement. Ever since my boyfriend had moved into my bedroom, he had made sure we spent an hour or more doing homework. No pain, no gain.
I stood up from my seat in the second to last row and approached the teacher. Halfway there, I had decided that it didn't matter if I failed the course. Chances were zero that I would ever become a math teacher or anything else that required a genius brain. That job was reserved for Kenny.
"Thanks."
I grabbed the paper and returned to my seat without looking at it.
The bell screamed throughout the school.
"Alright, class dismissed. Don't forget to read units eight and nine," Mr. Douglas reminded us as the students began packing their things to leave class.
I couldn't help checking out my classmate when Jason bent down to pick up a pencil he had dropped. The jeans hugged his tight, athletic butt. I couldn't admire it long enough before he turned around and saw me standing there.
He squinted his eyes.
"How was it?"
"Huh?"
"The exam. You pass?"
I shrugged and said, "I hope so."
I pulled the test out of the book and opened it. There was no score on the front page. Actually, there was nothing at all except my own handwriting. It was weird, as most of the time my exams were full of red ink from Mr. Douglas' pen. The old man must have enjoyed rubbing my failure in my face.
When I got to the last page, my mouth fell open.
"What the fuck?"
"Show me." Jason took the test and studied it. Soon, he raised his gaze in disbelief. "An 'A' minus? This has got to be someone else's test."
That was my first thought as well. I had to admit that the test had felt easier than others, but so what. Wasn't that just proof I didn't know which end was up? I took the test back and checked one more time that I wasn't dreaming. The score still stood up there, together with a smiling face that Mr. Douglas had drawn there.
"Another benefit of having a genius boyfriend," Jason said.
"I guess so."
He showed his test.
"Would you mind if I borrowed him for a while? I'm going to retake the test and some extra help wouldn't hurt."
"You don't know what you're asking," I said. "He knows how to be a pain in the ass…"
"Wow, wow, wow, man." He raised his hands and took a step back. "That's definitely too much information."
I snorted. Me and Kenny hadn't done that yet, not that I wanted to discuss my sex life with Jason. He was cool and probably wouldn't mind too much, but Kenny certainly wouldn't appreciate it. Besides, I was already late. He would be waiting for me in the hallway already.
He was still at the lockers when I got there. I was holding the test behind my back and when I got close enough, I pushed it in front of my boyfriend's face. He had the same expression of disbelief Jason had had a few moments earlier.
"I want to hug you" I said, keeping my voice low.
He wrapped his arms around me.
"My math genius."
"I had a good teacher," I told him.
"Lucky you."
"Does this mean my average grade just went up?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes, then raised his hands toward the ceiling.
"It skyrocketed," he said.
"Cool." I put my stuff into my locker. "Let's go eat. I'm famished."
We walked to the noisy cafeteria. Most of the students were already eating, so at least the line was short. When we got our turn, I stuffed my tray full of steaming lasagna. There was also some grated carrot salad, but there was no room on my tray. Besides, the pieces of carrot seemed to swim in some weird mayonnaise, which probably wasn't particularly healthy. Not that the combination of melted mozzarella and creamy cheese sauce on my lasagna was any better.
I paid for both of us and scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit. Some of my football teammates were sitting at their usual table on the left, but there was only one free seat. Also, eating with Bryan wasn't at the top of my priority list.
"There."
He pointed at a table where Chris and Hannah sat.
Making our way through the mass of students, we reached the table in the middle of the chaos.
"What's up?" Chris said.
He moved his tray, making room for Kenny and me.
"I've got some news," I said, leaning back in my chair.
"You two are getting married?" Chris said.
"Your boy just got an 'A' minus on his math test," I said.
Him and Hannah looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief. It didn't surprise me that Kenny had to confirm that I was telling the truth. My disdain for mathematics was no secret.
"Poor old Mr. Douglas," Chris said. "He's lost his last marble."
I rested my arm around Kenny's shoulder.
"It's all because of him.
"Who would have guessed," Chris said, taking a huge bite out of his ham sandwich. "I didn't expect you would find time to study."
Hannah elbowed him in the ribs. He was probably about to say something, taking his joke further into the bedroom and under the blankets. She interrupted him with another thrust. To make sure the message sank in, she gave him a glance that would have silenced a symphony orchestra.
"So, how are things with your mom?" she asked Kenny.
He shrugged.
"Not much to report."
"You still haven't talked to her?" she asked.
My heart sank when I saw him shaking his head slowly. I pulled my boyfriend closer and petted his shoulder.
"We walked over to his house the other day" I said.
Kenny raised his head.
"If she doesn't want to talk to me, there's no reason for me to talk to her," he said.
It seemed braver than it probably was.
That bitch can rot in hell, I thought, but I kept my mouth shut, which surprised even me.
She nodded. She kept a long pause, spooning the vegetable soup in her bowl. The rest of us followed her example and ate in silence. It was only when the first students began leaving the cafeteria, that she returned to the topic.
"I think you should go and talk to her," she said.
"Why me?" Kenny said.
She laughed and said, "you're more level headed."
I grinned. That was definitely true. He was so different from his parents it was sometimes difficult to believe they were his parents. Well, I had only met his father once, and his mom a few times, but those were more than enough. I didn't mind if I never had to see them again, but Hannah seemed more persistent.
Reaching across the table, she took his hand.
"I can come with you, if you want."
He sighed.
"You're right. Th e longer I wait, the more difficult it will be."
"Cool!" she said, sounding excited. "My last class finishes at…"
"Thanks, but I need to do it alone."
"Okay, that's it," Coach Barrett announced at the end of football practice. With collective sighs of relief, the team dropped to the ground and sprawled out. "Hit the showers."
The sweaty team sauntered to the locker room. I took off my wet shirt before I got inside the building. The light wind cooled my hot skin, and I noticed several boys following my example.
"Looks like you've got company," Jason said, nodding to our left.
Glancing over, I saw a familiar figure. Kenny stood there, leaning against my car parked beside the locker room building. When he saw that I had noticed him, a small smile appeared on his face and he raised his hand to wave at us.
"I'll see you inside," I said to Jason, who waved back at Kenny and disappeared through the locker room doors.
"Beautiful scenery," he said with a shy grin.
His fingers touched my abs while his gaze kept studying them.
"I hope you like it," I said, giving him a quick kiss.
His fingers wandered down, approaching my shorts.
"I guess I do."
"Dude, stop! I still need to shower with the other guys," I said, taking a step back.
He chuckled when I adjusted my crotch. Soon, his smile faded and his body stiffened enough for me to notice.
"Are you heading home to see your mom?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Do you need the car?" I asked. "I can ask Jason to drive me home."
"It's okay," he said. "I'll walk. I need some time to think about what I'm going to say."
I hugged him and said, "good luck."
I watched him walking away and entered the locker room once he had disappeared behind the corner of the building. It had to be hard for him, and it sucked there wasn't more I could do. I hoped he would be back by dinner.
She can't hold him there as a hostage, can she?
Ms. Sherman seemed capable of many things, but I expected nothing too dramatic. Especially after the social services officer had visited and recommended he live with my family. Still, it was difficult to avoid the nausea brewing in my stomach. Hopefully, everything will be okay and he would sort things out with his mother. Not that I minded sharing a bedroom with my boyfriend.
When I got to my locker, the sweat had dried on my skin. I tossed the wet shirt into my sports bag and managed to remove the rest of my clothes before the other guys began to arrive from the showers.
"Where's Kenny?" Jason asked.
"Left to see his mom," I replied.
"Shit! Into the lion's den."
I poked him in the arm and walked to the shower room. I let the water rinse my tired muscles until the others left. I shared many things with Kenny, and a love for long, hot showers, was one of them. Besides, I was in no hurry since he wouldn't be coming home anytime soon. Doing homework together would make it a million times less painful.
The thought of us doing our homework on the bed, side by side, aroused me. Not homework exactly, but everything else would do. Despite my efforts to get it under control, my dick got thicker and heavier, and soon, I was sporting a rigid boner that demanded my attention. I resisted the temptation and peeked to check that the locker room was empty before grabbing a towel and returning to my locker and getting dressed.
I was still semi hard a few minutes later when I left the locker room and headed for the parking lot. The weather was beautiful; the sun was high and bright, and a light warm wind blew against my back. At least Kenny didn't have to walk home in the rain.
I checked my phone for any messages about the status of the peace negotiations. There were none, but probably he hadn't met his mom yet.
For a while I thought of driving there, just to be near in case he needed help or a lift back to his new home. Then, I abandoned the idea. My boyfriend would call me when he was ready.
Just as I was about to get the car keys from my pocket, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hey, little brother."
I turned around and saw a dumb sneer on Jorge's face. His clothes were almost clean, which surprised me. I figured mom must have washed them. There wouldn't be any other explanations.
"If you're looking for a job, you should graduate first," I said.
"Actually, I wanted to see you."
"Well, here I am," I said. "Take a good look."
He snorted and took his phone from his pocket. Our eyes met, and I knew something wasn't right. Not that it ever was right when he came around.
"Saw you kissing your boy toy."
I raised my hands to my waist.
"So, fucking what?" I said. "Jealous?"
"No! that's… disgusting," he replied.
"Come on, he's such a good kisser."
"I'm sure he is, minuteman."
I tensed. It wasn't just the mocking tone in his voice that caught me off guard. It was what he had said. There was no way he could have heard us, or was there? I fought against blushing, but my cheeks felt hot. He apparently enjoyed the situation.
"Quick on the trigger, eh?" he said. "Ain't that a kick in the nuts."
I curled my fists and opened my mouth, but no words came out. Had the perv been listening to us? Watching us? It started to seem likely, but why?
"Your boy toy like your early bird special?" he asked.
"Shut the fuck up, you degenerate loser!" I shouted. "It's none of your fucking business."
"Oh poor…"
"Fuck off!"
His idiotic smile made me sick. The bastard had gotten under my skin, but I had no intention of listening any more. Instead, I turned around and opened the door of my car. Unfortunately, my brother wasn't done yet.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done," he said.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Break up with your boy toy."
My eyes widened.
"In your dreams," I told him.
He didn't say anything. His face was cold as he held out his phone. I couldn't see what was on the screen, and I found myself taking a step closer. And then, I froze. On the screen of my brother's phone was a video of me and Kenny naked, making out, and touching each other. I didn't have to watch more to know Kenny would start jerking me off soon.
The pressure of gravity felt like it was crushing me flat. I stumbled backward, catching myself against the car. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead, my hands were clammy, and I felt week in my legs. All I could think about was what Kenny would say if he saw the video.
However, Jorge had something much worse on his mind.
"Break up with him and get him out of the house by the weekend," he said in a low, domineering voice, "or I'll send this to all your football friends."
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