Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 15
Javier
Feeling like a part of me was missing, I scanned the hallway for the top of Kenny's head. He was still nowhere to be found. Something was wrong; I just wished I knew what it was.
In the morning, when I had paused in the doorway to my classroom, I had caught a glimpse of him rounding the corner in a hurry. He was never late, but this time the bell was already ringing. What was even weirder, at lunchtime, it was like the ground had swallowed my boyfriend and he was nowhere to be found.
I walked over to his locker and leaned my back against it. I would wait here as long as was needed, even the whole night. It was time for the two of us to talk.
Playing a game on my phone occupied me for about ten minutes until I noticed my foot falling asleep from bearing all my weight. I closed the game out and looked at the time. He should have already come. I waited another five minutes before I began to regret my decision to stay there until he would come.
The only other place I figured he would be was the library. After glancing up and down the hallway, I set off. An eerie silence filled the corridors at this time of the afternoon. When I got closer to the library, I saw a few people I knew who had classes with him. That was a good sign. There was still hope of finding him. I sped up and opened the library door.
A group of students had gathered books on a big table, and they were making notes and helping each other. Like mongooses, they raised their heads and turned toward me. Unfortunately, none of them were Kenny.
My entire time at Chouteau High, I had been avoiding the library, but I still remembered the table at the back by the window and walked there to check. Weaving through the paths between book shelves, I kept and ear and an eye out for my boyfriend. Finally, I found the big window, but it wasn't him sitting at the table.
I frowned, feeling lost. The guy at the table looked up to notice the corners of my mouth turned downward.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"None of your business," I snapped.
The guy nearly fell from his chair. He lowered his gaze quickly back to his books, pretending he had never said anything. Soon, he took a pen in his left hand and began making notes in his notebook.
"Um, I'm sorry," I said. "Just looking for my friend."
"There's nobody here but me," the guy said hesitantly, like it was his fault.
I left him to continue his studies and returned to the hallway. When I rounded the corner, the first thing I saw was Kenny standing at his locker, cramming books into his backpack. Other than him, the hallway was empty.
"Where have you been?" I called, my voice echoing down the hallway.
He jerked his head up.
"I thought you had practice today."
"Um, I have… I've been just a bit busy."
He was avoiding my gaze and it felt like there was a solid brick wall forming between us. My smile faded, and I studied my boyfriend carefully. Something was definitely wrong, and I wanted to sort things out right here, right now.
"Look, let's talk later." He tried to leave. "I need to go home. Grandma is coming."
"Bullshit," I growled. "She's like a hundred years old and never leaves her house."
He leaned against his locker and dropped his backpack on the floor. His chest collapsed, and he stared at the top of his sneakers. I wasn't sure whether I should be angry or concerned. The latter seemed safer, so I approached him and rested my hands on his shoulders.
"What's wrong, babe?" I asked softly.
"Mom suspects that I'm…" he whispered.
"She said something?"
He nodded.
"You still want to be with me?"
I moved closer so our bodies touched.
He nodded again, and a small smile appeared on his face.
Someone approached the hallway, but I grabbed his wrist and ducked into an empty classroom, shutting the door quietly. I pressed my ear against the door, and as soon as the sound of footsteps faded away, I kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and we just stood there holding each other.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed.
"Shh," I whispered. "It's all okay."
He looked at me with watery eyes.
"Mom would kick me out if she knew."
I hugged the shaking boy, laying my hand gently on his head, taking a handful of his hair in my grip. I tried to put myself in his shoes and realized that if I had a mom like his, I would be living on the streets by now. Not for being gay, but for all the stupid things I had done in my life.
He smells so damn good. I felt my blood pump harder and was sure he noticed it too. My boyfriend's fingers moved to the crotch of my jeans and found their target through the denim.
"I missed you so much," I breathed.
"I see."
He now had a happy smile on his beautiful face, and his fingers continued rubbing my erection.
It was more than enough to drive me crazy. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his chest. The boy was such a tease; he hadn't even opened the fly of my jeans yet, and still I was inevitably on my way to seventh heaven. My cock throbbed, trying to make room in my tight boxer briefs.
We made out for several sweet minutes before the tension in my groin reached a level I couldn't handle anymore. I opened my eyes and discovered a mischievous grin on his face. Damn. I knew exactly what my rascal boyfriend was doing.
"You better stop that," I said. "I still have football practice."
"But he likes this."
"For sure," I panted. "I just can't hold back much longer."
"Oh no. Then you're in trouble."
He brought his face closer to mine and our lips touched. The kiss was soft, but I sensed it everywhere in my body, especially where I didn't want right now. I was approaching the point of no return, probably had passed it already.
Breathing heavily, I took a step back and began opening my belt. My entire crotch was on fire, but the fireworks hadn't started yet. As soon as I got my briefs pulled down, my erect cock shot a massive load all over the floor.
"Holy shit!" I said.
My breathing had barely calmed down when I buttoned up my jeans. He was laughing, clearly satisfied with his achievement.
"Someone was a bit horny."
He took some napkins from the teacher's desk and handed them to me.
I wiped the floor and tossed the napkins into the trash. My face full of contentment, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, like I would never let him go.
"That was awesome," I whispered in his ear.
"I love you too," he replied.
"I guess I'll skip practice today."
"I guess I'll call grandma and let her know I won't be able to make it."
Carefully, we opened the door, and I peeked down the hallway. It was empty, so we sneaked out of the classroom. Even his backpack was where he had dropped it. I couldn't resist the temptation to grab his butt when he bent over to pick up the bag.
"Dude, stop. What if someone sees us?" he said.
"There's nobody in here," I started scanning in all directions.
"Idiot, let's go."
Warm wind blew across our faces when we exited the building. Some kids were sitting at the picnic tables drinking and talking as we walked by.
We entered the parking lot and saw Joshua's Mustang shining in the sun. Kenny grunted and stopped to stare at it. I had no idea he was so interested in cars, even though I had to admit it looked great, especially if I compared it to mine.
"I'm sorry I spoiled our date the other day," he said. "I just didn't want Joshua to know about us."
"Babe, it's okay. We discussed it already."
I stepped closer so that my stomach nearly touched his back. Heat radiated from my boyfriend's body.
He turned around.
"Is it okay if we don't tell him?"
"Huh? Um, sure."
He already knows, I thought, but said nothing. He looked too happy for me to ruin the moment. Instead, I leaned closer and let him take the initiative. It worked, and I was rewarded with a short kiss.
"Let's drive to my place," I said, grinning.
He looked down at the crotch of my jeans.
"Jesus. Already now. Seriously?"
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