Just Be Friends
Title: Just Be Friends
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 2
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is twelve years old when he notices how warm Claude’s hands are
“Hey squirt we’re home!” Luka calls kicking open the front door to the Trancy house.
Luka and Alois had settled the issue of that night long ago, as all siblings should, and were once again on good terms. Luka, Sebastian, and Claude had finished their chemistry assignment in a matter of days and gotten a good grade on it and thus completely their task. However something key had happened during those few days the three were forced to work together as a group, finally Luka had made friends in high school. Now the motto that Luka had always announced on his arrival had changed from singular to plural as the other two boys came over to hang out after school everyday.
Alois had very quickly learned the personalities of Luka’s new friends, as Mrs. and Mr. Trancy did not seem to mind the extra guests at all. Sebastian was the loudest of the group and in Alois’ opinion was quite quirky at times. It seemed the dark haired teen had an affinity for cats and would constantly stop on the walk home from school to admire strays he found along the way. Sebastian also had a nasty habit of getting the trio in trouble with his constant pranks and his happy-go-lucky attitude. At the same time Alois could tell that Sebastian was a lot cleverer than he liked to lead on and could be quite manipulative when he wanted to be.
However it was not Sebastian that Alois was constantly watching from the corner of his eye, but the mysterious teen named Claude. Claude fascinated Alois to end. For one thing he did not act the way most teens acted. Claude was the one constantly trying to get the group back on task when they came over to do homework or the one advising against Sebastian’s outrageous pranks. Claude also did not seem to like speaking as he often only contributed to the conversation when absolutely necessary. Overall Claude was a quite removed character to the happy Trancy household.
“Hi.” Alois calls from his spot swinging his legs back and forth. The blonde is currently doing his homework at the kitchen table as the group makes their way towards the back of the house for some afternoon snacks.
“Hey.” Sebastian nods dropping his backpack to the floor and Luka quickly follows suit.
Alois snorts into his sleeve as he tries not to roll his eyes. It is quite obvious that Sebastian is the leader of the group and a person that Luka clearly admires. Claude enters the doorway as well but takes careful care to put his backpack neatly on the ground so that it does not fall over in the manner that Luka’s has. Alois’ back stiffens a little as he watches Claude join the other high schoolers search for snacks. However Claude catches Alois looking and the youth looks away embarrassed.
“Well… uh,” Luka says arms occupied with bags of chips, “We’re going to go do homework now.”
“Yeah.” Sebastian frowns nudging Luka hard in the ribs. He sends the older Trancy boy a look that Alois does not quite understand.
“Okay.” Alois blinks looking to Claude’s face that wears no emotion. Alois is slightly suspicious by his brother’s behavior but Claude seems fine so it mustn’t be anything too bad.
Then the three boys are flying up the stairs leaving Alois all alone once more. Alois huffs and kicks at one of the legs of the table in anger. He really needs to start bringing friends of his own over sometimes.
“Ah shit!”
“Dude shut up!”
There is the sound of movement behind the door followed by a few more forced whispers. Alois frowns and presses his ear closer, not sure of exactly what he is hearing. The hum of the television can be heard but other than that Luka’s room is entirely silent. What could they possibly be watching that didn’t require an audio?
“What are they doing in there?” Alois whispers to himself trying to peek under the door although it solves nothing.
An almost pained whine is heard that Alois instantly recognizes as Luka’s. Now Alois is thoroughly disturbed and confused as to what exactly the three of them could be doing in Luka’s room. Then there is a sharp intake of breath along with the sounds of rustling clothing.
“Shit!” Luka’s voice cries louder than ever this time and Alois’ eyes widen. Heavy panting comes from behind the door when Sebastian asks quietly, “Do you think anyone heard?”
“Luka?” Alois calls out worried that Luka’s new friends may be hurting his older brother in some way. Alois doesn’t think that Sebastian or Claude are bad people but the noises Luka are making concerns Alois.
“Oh shit it’s Alois.” Luka says sounding as if he’s having trouble breathing.
“Luka what’s going on in there?” Alois says louder this time even having enough courage to knock lightly on the door.
The door swings open to reveal a fully clothed and somewhat flushed Claude. Alois looks beyond Claude’s legs in that brief moment to see that Luka and Sebastian are both fully dressed but on other sides of the room. The television is playing a movie of a naked woman and man but the sound has been shut off. Alois leans forward trying to get a better look when Claude closes the door.
“Alois.” Claude frowns down at the blonde, “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on others. It’s considered very rude and a sign of being low class.”
“I was not!” Alois scoffs crossing his arms over his chest.
“Then what were you doing on the floor?” Claude challenges and Alois looks away, face red.
“It’s my house.” Alois mutters thoroughly embarrassed that he’s been caught in a lie.
Then Claude’s hand is encasing Alois’ in the most pleasant warmth imaginable. Despite Claude’s cold exterior his body seems to be burning up like an inferno and it sends tingling sensations down to Alois’ toes. The blonde cannot help but marvel at how Claude’s hand seems to engulfs Alois’ small one or how firm Claude’s grip is on him. Young Alois is floating on cloud nine when he is finally pulled to his feet as the fluttering sensation starts up again in his stomach. It feels as if the world had dropped out from beneath him and Alois fears any moment that he’ll vomit up the butterflies that are flying around frantic in his gut.
“Don’t tell your parents about this.” Claude’s voice, still as serious as ever, breaks Alois of his daydream. The young boy is met with the reality of cold calculating eyes once more and Alois secretly hopes inside the day will come when those eyes are filled with delight at the sight of him.
“What were you guys doing in there?” Alois frowns when Claude releases his hand. Suddenly Alois’ feet are back on the ground, as his skin feels cold, “I saw naughty stuff on the television.”
“You’re what now?” Claude pushes his glasses up, “Eleven?”
“I’m twelve!” Alois nearly shrieks; upset that Claude always seems to deem Alois younger than he really is.
“Twelve. Twelve is old enough to keep a secret. Will you keep this a secret Alois?”
“Why should I?” Alois flicks his tongue out mischievously. Claude’s eyes seemed drawn to the motion.
“Because then your parents will think Sebastian and I are a bad influence on Luka.” Claude Faustus’ face turns into a somewhat sinister grin as he leans down to Alois’ ear. Alois’ entire back stiffens as he intakes a sharp breath, all too aware of close Claude is. Alois can feel Claude’s nose nuzzling against his hair and he nearly faints he’s so overwhelmed.
“Because then I won’t be able to see you everyday anymore.” Claude smirks giving Alois’ shoulder a small squeeze before he’s retreating from the intimate proximity all too soon.
“Oh.” Alois blushes, cheeks flaming with heat. It’s almost as if Claude’s own internal inferno has been passed onto Alois’ skin and the blonde looks down at his feet feeling like he was about to burst.
“Can I trust you Alois?” Claude says all business once more.
“Yes.” Alois looks up at Claude through his bangs and the older boy seems pleased at this reaction.
It is then that all thoughts of Ciel Phantomhive fly out the window. I mean after all, how can a childish crush on a twelve year old compare to the attentions of a fifteen year old high schooler? That is why when Mrs. and Mr. Trancy come home from work that night Alois does not speak of word of what he saw earlier. And as Claude pointed out so wittily, Sebastian and him continue to come over to the Trancy household everyday for the rest of the school year. Alois delights in the small conversations he is able to have with Claude when the older boys break from homework. While meaningless in content they help to fuel Alois’ growing feelings for the dark haired boy with glasses. However it is during the summer that things really start to pick up.
Alois is thirteen years old when he kisses Claude
“Boys!” Mrs. Trancy screams in frustration, “The firecrackers are for later tonight! Put them back immediately! Luka! Luka, so help me if even one of those things goes off near my cake!”
It is July Fourth as summer has finally released the Trancy boys from school and the boys have more than enough time on their hands. The Trancy’s backyard is filled with neighbors from the entire block as plates of cookies and watermelon are piled onto picnic tables in the backyard. The adults mingle by the food while taking shade from the sun as the children run wild around the yard. A few sprinklers have been set up resulting in the grass to become slightly muddy as happy tunes from the radio spill out into the yard.
Another year has passed for Alois marking the final year of middle school before Alois will finally be able attend high school with Luka. Luka and his friends now arrive home even earlier from school now as the long walk has been replaced by a short car ride. For now Luka, Sebastian, and Claude are sixteen and while the age gap has not numerically changed, Alois feels even more left behind than ever. Luka is in his junior year of high school now and no longer seems to have time for his little brother.
The privilege of the car allows Luka to spend most of his weekends out of the house at parties or hanging out at the mall. The only times Alois is actually able to speak Claude is limited to the afternoon homework sessions but even those seem to becoming more rare. High school has saddled the boys with more homework now as Claude has become even more focused on his work. Alois’ crush seems to be hopeless.
On the patio of the Trancy house, hidden in the shade along with the adults, Alois sits idly in a chair. The boy sits perched with his feet pulled up onto the seat and his knees tucked under his chin. Alois had grown another few inches with the added age although he had also entered what many describe as an awkward stage.
“Alois?” The blonde picks up his head only to be greeted with the sight of a teenage girl.
“Oh. Hi Hannah.” Hannah is a cocoa complexioned girl who has dyed her hair white in a fashion she thinks looks cool. Alois thinks it looks ridiculous. Hannah smiles kindly at Alois stares back blankly labeling her a whore in his mind. Hannah also happens to be Luka’s girlfriend and only adds to the list of why Luka no longer hangs out with him.
“Do you know where your brother is?” Hannah tosses her hair over her shoulder and looks out to the chaos that is the Trancy’s backyard.
“Yup.” Alois grabs a fruity looking drink off the nearby table and takes a sip. He watched Hannah’s look of annoyance over the rim of the glass before setting it back down.
“Well,” Hannah places her hands on her hips cocking her to one side, “Would you mind telling me where that would be?”
“Nope.” Alois smiles devilishly before getting comfortable. Hannah’s eyebrow twitches as she leans down to hiss in Alois’ face while smiling sweetly the entire time.
“Listen brat, I don’t like you and I know sure as hell that you don’t like me. So why don’t we both make this easy by you telling me where Luka is so then I’ll be out of your hair?” Alois’ eyes narrow at the insult but he sees Hannah’s point.
“Fine.” The blonde mutters jumping from his seat to lead the way, “Luka and the others are out by the shed trying to set off some fireworks.”
“God will he and Sebastian ever grow up?” Hannah says following little Alois all the way out to the Trancy’s shed in the woods. The three high school boys seemed to be arguing over the boxes of fireworks at their feet when Alois clears his throat.
“Hannah!” Luka’s face lights up as he rushes over to peck his girlfriend on the lips. Alois rolls his eyes and makes gagging noises.
“You’re just in time!” Luka grins ear-to-ear, “We were just about to do a practice launch.”
“Sounds fun.” Hannah’s tone is sarcastic and either Luka does not pick up on it or chooses not to hear it.
“I know right?”
“Luka,” Hannah pouts tugging on Luka’s arm playfully, “I had something really important that I needed to talk to you about.”
“Oh god.” Sebastian groans bending down to snatch up the firework box, “I know where this is going! Fine you go have fun Luka, if you need us we’ll be in the front figuring out how to launch these things.”
“I’m going to go get something for lunch.” Claude turns to head back towards the house.
“What?” Sebastian whines sagging under the weight of the box as Luka and Hannah have managed to disappear, “You’re leaving too?” Sebastian then releases a tired sigh before turning to Alois expectantly.
“Don’t look at me. I’m going back to the house.” Alois glares before scurrying off in the direction Claude had gone.
Sebastian hoists the bock higher in his arms before setting off and muttering things about lousy friends.
“Claude!” Alois calls after the teen giddy with joy at the prospect of having Claude all to himself, “Wait up!”
Claude doesn’t seem to hear Alois, although at this range he logically should, so Alois picks up his pace until he falls beside the older boy. Claude’s hair is curlier than ever in the humidity and he’s opted for a tighter fitted t-shirt with some dark wash jeans for the summer weather. His cheeks are slightly pink from the heat and to Alois he looks like a wet dream.
Claude looks down to Alois, however it’s a short distance now that Alois is taller, and quirks an eyebrow in greeting. The sunlight catches off of Claude’s glasses as his expression is unreadable as ever and Alois swallows unsure of exactly what to say.
“Are you hungry?” Alois blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, “Because my mom made this really awesome cake that looks like a flag and it has this chocolate frosting thing and it’s really good. You should try it.”
Claude pace does not slow and Alois curses under his breath. The steady silence that was already there at the beginning of their relationship as only grown wider over the years as Alois can’t even get Claude to react to small talker any longer.
“Or you could try Mrs. Sutcliffe’s fruit salad.” Alois continues to blather desperate to try and get some sort of reaction out of Claude, “I heard those were very good as well.”
The pair finally reaches the tables of food on the patio and Alois feels crushed. Surely Claude after getting his lunch will go to the front yard to join Sebastian. Alois watches in disappointed silence as Claude carefully selects a very limited range of foods for his plate. He also makes sure to grab a napkin, fork, spoon, and knife although not all of the foods require such plastic silverware.
Alois sighs a little expecting Claude to turn and leave when he speaks startling Alois.
“Is there somewhere more quite where I can eat?” Claude’s voice has a new lower timbre to it now that he’s gone through puberty. The changes from a boy to a man are already apart as Claude’s face has become more squared and harsh. Still Alois adores every angle of Claude’s now more adult face.
“We could eat in the house.” Alois is all too eager to please. He uses this as an excuse to grab Claude’s arm as he tugs him towards the back entrance, “Come on!”
Claude follows without complaint while meanwhile Alois’ heart is thumping in his chest. Alois is finally going to be able to hang out with Claude alone without the added presence of grownups or friends. Alois is going to be able to sit and possibly even talk with Claude uninterrupted for at least fifteen minutes, the thought makes Alois’ knees weak.
Alois leads Claude inside before shutting the door behind them and thus sealing off the chatter of the outside world. Claude seats himself at the table and wordlessly begins to dine.
“So,” Alois starts sitting directly across from the other, “Are you coming with us to Six Flags next week?”
“Your parents did invite me.” Claude briefly glances up at Alois as if it were obvious. The heat in Alois’ face begins to rise again and he swings his feet restless under the table.
“My mom said that I can go on the big rollercoasters this year. I’m really excited about it too! Luka said that I’ll probably end up crying but I know I wont’. See I’ve been practicing by jumping off from really high places to get ready for the drops so I know that I won’t cry.”
“You shouldn’t jump from high places.” Claude says monotonously, “You might injure yourself.”
“I’m always careful when I do.” Alois whispers, biting at his lip.
The table falls into silence again as the only noises is the muffled racket from the outside. Claude is just about finished with his fruit salad and Alois’ feelings are crushed again as he knows the time draws nearer for Claude to leave. Alois feels starved for Claude’s attention and is slightly angry at how limited their time was today. Claude then rises up out of his chair to dispose of his plate when Alois speaks again.
“Although I’m pretty sure that I’ll end up crying when I do go on the rollercoaster anyways.” Alois smiles bitterly when Claude turns the door handle about to leave.
“But I was hoping,” Alois swallows thickly as he feels as if his heart were about to burst from his chest, “I was hoping that you could ride with me.”
Claude’s hand releases the door handle at those words as he stands with his back to Alois facing the wooden barrier. Alois thinks that he can hear the slightest noise of amusement from Claude but it’s so soft that Alois is unsure.
“Claude.” Alois whispers squinting his eyes as tears begin to well up, threatening to spill over, “I…”
“I…” Alois trails off again. When Alois had first led Claude into the house it was not his original intent to reveal the extent of his feelings for the older boy. However now Alois feels that if he does not say something now the gap between them will grow to large to overcome.
“Claude,” Alois’ voice comes out like a whimper now as tears stream down the blonde’s face, “I really like you.”
Alois’ face is turned towards his lap and he watches as his tears fall onto his summer shorts in fat droplets. Alois feels cold despite the hot summer air and he shivers slightly until two steady warm hands land on both of Alois’ shoulders.
“Why are you crying?” Claude’s voice seems to wrap around Alois as the young boy trembles beneath the attention.
“B-because I don’t want you to leave me.” Alois sobs staring straight ahead at the back door. Claude is standing directly behind Alois so he is unable to see what kind of expression Claude is wearing or if he’s even wearing one at all.
“I’m not leaving.”
“No!” Alois cries whirling around in his chair to look at Claude. Their eyes connect, pleading blue ones to distant gold ones, and Alois grasps the front of Claude’s shirt.
“I feel like you don’t like me anymore. You won’t even talk to me when you come over and it hurts.” Alois whimpers gripping the material tightly with his fingers fearing that Claude would try to run.
“I like you.” Alois chokes out smiling through his tears up at Claude, “I like you a lot and I know you think that I’m just a kid or that I’m annoying or that I’m immature. But if you could just at least acknowledge me Claude, I would be fine with that.”
“After that,” Alois sniffs reluctantly releasing Claude’s shirt, “I would leave you alone.”
Claude continued to stand there in complete silence and it stabbed Alois Trancy straight through the heart. Here he had poured out his most private feelings for the older boy and Claude was not even fazed by it. A small cry bubbled out from Alois’ chest and he wiped at his eyes but the tears would not stop.
“Do you hate me?” Alois looks to Claude’s stoic face, “I understand if you do. If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
But as soon as the words have left Alois’ mouth, Claude’s lips are suddenly covering them. Alois releases a short cry of panic as Claude descends down upon, wrapping Alois’ skinny body in his arms and gripping Alois’ sides roughly. Claude’s form is big and firm against Alois’ body that seems to bend malleably to Claude’s needs. Alois can feel the entire heat of Claude’s body against his own and he gasps beginning to relax into the kiss.
Claude’s mouth is like fire against Alois’ undoubtedly hurting the poor boy as he bites at Alois’ lips. He presses his mouth against Alois’ again and again until finally Alois opens his to finally become one with Claude. Claude thrusts his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth while holding Alois tightly against him in a manner so possessive that Alois’ knees give out. However even then Claude’s actions do not stop as he simply supports the additional weight while ravaging Alois’ mouth.
Then when the young boy’s lungs are bursting for air and Alois is more so panting against Claude’s mouth than kissing back, Claude finally pulls away. Alois’ first few breaths are heaving gasps for air between his red swollen lips as Claude presses his forehead to the blonde’s. He seems to be staring directly into Alois’ soul when suddenly a phone vibrates between them.
Claude immediately releases Alois and checks the device, frowning as he reads over a text message. Alois has barely had time to recover when Claude is scooping him up and pressing a hard quick kiss to his mouth once more.
“I have to go.” Claude says pulling back from their kiss and Alois blinks in an overwhelmed daze.
“What?”
“I’ll see you next week for Six Flags. Tell your mother that the cake was fantastic and thank your father for inviting me over.” Claude instructs straightening himself out as he pockets his phone.
“Okay.” Alois says meekly when Claude turns back to look at Alois.
“I don’t hate you by the way.” He smiles, actually smiles at Alois, and the blonde wonders if this time it isn’t really a dream like it always turns out to be.
“Oh.” Alois blinks. Claude turns to leave without a word of goodbye so Alois says it for him.
“Bye.”
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 2
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is twelve years old when he notices how warm Claude’s hands are
“Hey squirt we’re home!” Luka calls kicking open the front door to the Trancy house.
Luka and Alois had settled the issue of that night long ago, as all siblings should, and were once again on good terms. Luka, Sebastian, and Claude had finished their chemistry assignment in a matter of days and gotten a good grade on it and thus completely their task. However something key had happened during those few days the three were forced to work together as a group, finally Luka had made friends in high school. Now the motto that Luka had always announced on his arrival had changed from singular to plural as the other two boys came over to hang out after school everyday.
Alois had very quickly learned the personalities of Luka’s new friends, as Mrs. and Mr. Trancy did not seem to mind the extra guests at all. Sebastian was the loudest of the group and in Alois’ opinion was quite quirky at times. It seemed the dark haired teen had an affinity for cats and would constantly stop on the walk home from school to admire strays he found along the way. Sebastian also had a nasty habit of getting the trio in trouble with his constant pranks and his happy-go-lucky attitude. At the same time Alois could tell that Sebastian was a lot cleverer than he liked to lead on and could be quite manipulative when he wanted to be.
However it was not Sebastian that Alois was constantly watching from the corner of his eye, but the mysterious teen named Claude. Claude fascinated Alois to end. For one thing he did not act the way most teens acted. Claude was the one constantly trying to get the group back on task when they came over to do homework or the one advising against Sebastian’s outrageous pranks. Claude also did not seem to like speaking as he often only contributed to the conversation when absolutely necessary. Overall Claude was a quite removed character to the happy Trancy household.
“Hi.” Alois calls from his spot swinging his legs back and forth. The blonde is currently doing his homework at the kitchen table as the group makes their way towards the back of the house for some afternoon snacks.
“Hey.” Sebastian nods dropping his backpack to the floor and Luka quickly follows suit.
Alois snorts into his sleeve as he tries not to roll his eyes. It is quite obvious that Sebastian is the leader of the group and a person that Luka clearly admires. Claude enters the doorway as well but takes careful care to put his backpack neatly on the ground so that it does not fall over in the manner that Luka’s has. Alois’ back stiffens a little as he watches Claude join the other high schoolers search for snacks. However Claude catches Alois looking and the youth looks away embarrassed.
“Well… uh,” Luka says arms occupied with bags of chips, “We’re going to go do homework now.”
“Yeah.” Sebastian frowns nudging Luka hard in the ribs. He sends the older Trancy boy a look that Alois does not quite understand.
“Okay.” Alois blinks looking to Claude’s face that wears no emotion. Alois is slightly suspicious by his brother’s behavior but Claude seems fine so it mustn’t be anything too bad.
Then the three boys are flying up the stairs leaving Alois all alone once more. Alois huffs and kicks at one of the legs of the table in anger. He really needs to start bringing friends of his own over sometimes.
“Ah shit!”
“Dude shut up!”
There is the sound of movement behind the door followed by a few more forced whispers. Alois frowns and presses his ear closer, not sure of exactly what he is hearing. The hum of the television can be heard but other than that Luka’s room is entirely silent. What could they possibly be watching that didn’t require an audio?
“What are they doing in there?” Alois whispers to himself trying to peek under the door although it solves nothing.
An almost pained whine is heard that Alois instantly recognizes as Luka’s. Now Alois is thoroughly disturbed and confused as to what exactly the three of them could be doing in Luka’s room. Then there is a sharp intake of breath along with the sounds of rustling clothing.
“Shit!” Luka’s voice cries louder than ever this time and Alois’ eyes widen. Heavy panting comes from behind the door when Sebastian asks quietly, “Do you think anyone heard?”
“Luka?” Alois calls out worried that Luka’s new friends may be hurting his older brother in some way. Alois doesn’t think that Sebastian or Claude are bad people but the noises Luka are making concerns Alois.
“Oh shit it’s Alois.” Luka says sounding as if he’s having trouble breathing.
“Luka what’s going on in there?” Alois says louder this time even having enough courage to knock lightly on the door.
The door swings open to reveal a fully clothed and somewhat flushed Claude. Alois looks beyond Claude’s legs in that brief moment to see that Luka and Sebastian are both fully dressed but on other sides of the room. The television is playing a movie of a naked woman and man but the sound has been shut off. Alois leans forward trying to get a better look when Claude closes the door.
“Alois.” Claude frowns down at the blonde, “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on others. It’s considered very rude and a sign of being low class.”
“I was not!” Alois scoffs crossing his arms over his chest.
“Then what were you doing on the floor?” Claude challenges and Alois looks away, face red.
“It’s my house.” Alois mutters thoroughly embarrassed that he’s been caught in a lie.
Then Claude’s hand is encasing Alois’ in the most pleasant warmth imaginable. Despite Claude’s cold exterior his body seems to be burning up like an inferno and it sends tingling sensations down to Alois’ toes. The blonde cannot help but marvel at how Claude’s hand seems to engulfs Alois’ small one or how firm Claude’s grip is on him. Young Alois is floating on cloud nine when he is finally pulled to his feet as the fluttering sensation starts up again in his stomach. It feels as if the world had dropped out from beneath him and Alois fears any moment that he’ll vomit up the butterflies that are flying around frantic in his gut.
“Don’t tell your parents about this.” Claude’s voice, still as serious as ever, breaks Alois of his daydream. The young boy is met with the reality of cold calculating eyes once more and Alois secretly hopes inside the day will come when those eyes are filled with delight at the sight of him.
“What were you guys doing in there?” Alois frowns when Claude releases his hand. Suddenly Alois’ feet are back on the ground, as his skin feels cold, “I saw naughty stuff on the television.”
“You’re what now?” Claude pushes his glasses up, “Eleven?”
“I’m twelve!” Alois nearly shrieks; upset that Claude always seems to deem Alois younger than he really is.
“Twelve. Twelve is old enough to keep a secret. Will you keep this a secret Alois?”
“Why should I?” Alois flicks his tongue out mischievously. Claude’s eyes seemed drawn to the motion.
“Because then your parents will think Sebastian and I are a bad influence on Luka.” Claude Faustus’ face turns into a somewhat sinister grin as he leans down to Alois’ ear. Alois’ entire back stiffens as he intakes a sharp breath, all too aware of close Claude is. Alois can feel Claude’s nose nuzzling against his hair and he nearly faints he’s so overwhelmed.
“Because then I won’t be able to see you everyday anymore.” Claude smirks giving Alois’ shoulder a small squeeze before he’s retreating from the intimate proximity all too soon.
“Oh.” Alois blushes, cheeks flaming with heat. It’s almost as if Claude’s own internal inferno has been passed onto Alois’ skin and the blonde looks down at his feet feeling like he was about to burst.
“Can I trust you Alois?” Claude says all business once more.
“Yes.” Alois looks up at Claude through his bangs and the older boy seems pleased at this reaction.
It is then that all thoughts of Ciel Phantomhive fly out the window. I mean after all, how can a childish crush on a twelve year old compare to the attentions of a fifteen year old high schooler? That is why when Mrs. and Mr. Trancy come home from work that night Alois does not speak of word of what he saw earlier. And as Claude pointed out so wittily, Sebastian and him continue to come over to the Trancy household everyday for the rest of the school year. Alois delights in the small conversations he is able to have with Claude when the older boys break from homework. While meaningless in content they help to fuel Alois’ growing feelings for the dark haired boy with glasses. However it is during the summer that things really start to pick up.
Alois is thirteen years old when he kisses Claude
“Boys!” Mrs. Trancy screams in frustration, “The firecrackers are for later tonight! Put them back immediately! Luka! Luka, so help me if even one of those things goes off near my cake!”
It is July Fourth as summer has finally released the Trancy boys from school and the boys have more than enough time on their hands. The Trancy’s backyard is filled with neighbors from the entire block as plates of cookies and watermelon are piled onto picnic tables in the backyard. The adults mingle by the food while taking shade from the sun as the children run wild around the yard. A few sprinklers have been set up resulting in the grass to become slightly muddy as happy tunes from the radio spill out into the yard.
Another year has passed for Alois marking the final year of middle school before Alois will finally be able attend high school with Luka. Luka and his friends now arrive home even earlier from school now as the long walk has been replaced by a short car ride. For now Luka, Sebastian, and Claude are sixteen and while the age gap has not numerically changed, Alois feels even more left behind than ever. Luka is in his junior year of high school now and no longer seems to have time for his little brother.
The privilege of the car allows Luka to spend most of his weekends out of the house at parties or hanging out at the mall. The only times Alois is actually able to speak Claude is limited to the afternoon homework sessions but even those seem to becoming more rare. High school has saddled the boys with more homework now as Claude has become even more focused on his work. Alois’ crush seems to be hopeless.
On the patio of the Trancy house, hidden in the shade along with the adults, Alois sits idly in a chair. The boy sits perched with his feet pulled up onto the seat and his knees tucked under his chin. Alois had grown another few inches with the added age although he had also entered what many describe as an awkward stage.
“Alois?” The blonde picks up his head only to be greeted with the sight of a teenage girl.
“Oh. Hi Hannah.” Hannah is a cocoa complexioned girl who has dyed her hair white in a fashion she thinks looks cool. Alois thinks it looks ridiculous. Hannah smiles kindly at Alois stares back blankly labeling her a whore in his mind. Hannah also happens to be Luka’s girlfriend and only adds to the list of why Luka no longer hangs out with him.
“Do you know where your brother is?” Hannah tosses her hair over her shoulder and looks out to the chaos that is the Trancy’s backyard.
“Yup.” Alois grabs a fruity looking drink off the nearby table and takes a sip. He watched Hannah’s look of annoyance over the rim of the glass before setting it back down.
“Well,” Hannah places her hands on her hips cocking her to one side, “Would you mind telling me where that would be?”
“Nope.” Alois smiles devilishly before getting comfortable. Hannah’s eyebrow twitches as she leans down to hiss in Alois’ face while smiling sweetly the entire time.
“Listen brat, I don’t like you and I know sure as hell that you don’t like me. So why don’t we both make this easy by you telling me where Luka is so then I’ll be out of your hair?” Alois’ eyes narrow at the insult but he sees Hannah’s point.
“Fine.” The blonde mutters jumping from his seat to lead the way, “Luka and the others are out by the shed trying to set off some fireworks.”
“God will he and Sebastian ever grow up?” Hannah says following little Alois all the way out to the Trancy’s shed in the woods. The three high school boys seemed to be arguing over the boxes of fireworks at their feet when Alois clears his throat.
“Hannah!” Luka’s face lights up as he rushes over to peck his girlfriend on the lips. Alois rolls his eyes and makes gagging noises.
“You’re just in time!” Luka grins ear-to-ear, “We were just about to do a practice launch.”
“Sounds fun.” Hannah’s tone is sarcastic and either Luka does not pick up on it or chooses not to hear it.
“I know right?”
“Luka,” Hannah pouts tugging on Luka’s arm playfully, “I had something really important that I needed to talk to you about.”
“Oh god.” Sebastian groans bending down to snatch up the firework box, “I know where this is going! Fine you go have fun Luka, if you need us we’ll be in the front figuring out how to launch these things.”
“I’m going to go get something for lunch.” Claude turns to head back towards the house.
“What?” Sebastian whines sagging under the weight of the box as Luka and Hannah have managed to disappear, “You’re leaving too?” Sebastian then releases a tired sigh before turning to Alois expectantly.
“Don’t look at me. I’m going back to the house.” Alois glares before scurrying off in the direction Claude had gone.
Sebastian hoists the bock higher in his arms before setting off and muttering things about lousy friends.
“Claude!” Alois calls after the teen giddy with joy at the prospect of having Claude all to himself, “Wait up!”
Claude doesn’t seem to hear Alois, although at this range he logically should, so Alois picks up his pace until he falls beside the older boy. Claude’s hair is curlier than ever in the humidity and he’s opted for a tighter fitted t-shirt with some dark wash jeans for the summer weather. His cheeks are slightly pink from the heat and to Alois he looks like a wet dream.
Claude looks down to Alois, however it’s a short distance now that Alois is taller, and quirks an eyebrow in greeting. The sunlight catches off of Claude’s glasses as his expression is unreadable as ever and Alois swallows unsure of exactly what to say.
“Are you hungry?” Alois blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, “Because my mom made this really awesome cake that looks like a flag and it has this chocolate frosting thing and it’s really good. You should try it.”
Claude pace does not slow and Alois curses under his breath. The steady silence that was already there at the beginning of their relationship as only grown wider over the years as Alois can’t even get Claude to react to small talker any longer.
“Or you could try Mrs. Sutcliffe’s fruit salad.” Alois continues to blather desperate to try and get some sort of reaction out of Claude, “I heard those were very good as well.”
The pair finally reaches the tables of food on the patio and Alois feels crushed. Surely Claude after getting his lunch will go to the front yard to join Sebastian. Alois watches in disappointed silence as Claude carefully selects a very limited range of foods for his plate. He also makes sure to grab a napkin, fork, spoon, and knife although not all of the foods require such plastic silverware.
Alois sighs a little expecting Claude to turn and leave when he speaks startling Alois.
“Is there somewhere more quite where I can eat?” Claude’s voice has a new lower timbre to it now that he’s gone through puberty. The changes from a boy to a man are already apart as Claude’s face has become more squared and harsh. Still Alois adores every angle of Claude’s now more adult face.
“We could eat in the house.” Alois is all too eager to please. He uses this as an excuse to grab Claude’s arm as he tugs him towards the back entrance, “Come on!”
Claude follows without complaint while meanwhile Alois’ heart is thumping in his chest. Alois is finally going to be able to hang out with Claude alone without the added presence of grownups or friends. Alois is going to be able to sit and possibly even talk with Claude uninterrupted for at least fifteen minutes, the thought makes Alois’ knees weak.
Alois leads Claude inside before shutting the door behind them and thus sealing off the chatter of the outside world. Claude seats himself at the table and wordlessly begins to dine.
“So,” Alois starts sitting directly across from the other, “Are you coming with us to Six Flags next week?”
“Your parents did invite me.” Claude briefly glances up at Alois as if it were obvious. The heat in Alois’ face begins to rise again and he swings his feet restless under the table.
“My mom said that I can go on the big rollercoasters this year. I’m really excited about it too! Luka said that I’ll probably end up crying but I know I wont’. See I’ve been practicing by jumping off from really high places to get ready for the drops so I know that I won’t cry.”
“You shouldn’t jump from high places.” Claude says monotonously, “You might injure yourself.”
“I’m always careful when I do.” Alois whispers, biting at his lip.
The table falls into silence again as the only noises is the muffled racket from the outside. Claude is just about finished with his fruit salad and Alois’ feelings are crushed again as he knows the time draws nearer for Claude to leave. Alois feels starved for Claude’s attention and is slightly angry at how limited their time was today. Claude then rises up out of his chair to dispose of his plate when Alois speaks again.
“Although I’m pretty sure that I’ll end up crying when I do go on the rollercoaster anyways.” Alois smiles bitterly when Claude turns the door handle about to leave.
“But I was hoping,” Alois swallows thickly as he feels as if his heart were about to burst from his chest, “I was hoping that you could ride with me.”
Claude’s hand releases the door handle at those words as he stands with his back to Alois facing the wooden barrier. Alois thinks that he can hear the slightest noise of amusement from Claude but it’s so soft that Alois is unsure.
“Claude.” Alois whispers squinting his eyes as tears begin to well up, threatening to spill over, “I…”
“I…” Alois trails off again. When Alois had first led Claude into the house it was not his original intent to reveal the extent of his feelings for the older boy. However now Alois feels that if he does not say something now the gap between them will grow to large to overcome.
“Claude,” Alois’ voice comes out like a whimper now as tears stream down the blonde’s face, “I really like you.”
Alois’ face is turned towards his lap and he watches as his tears fall onto his summer shorts in fat droplets. Alois feels cold despite the hot summer air and he shivers slightly until two steady warm hands land on both of Alois’ shoulders.
“Why are you crying?” Claude’s voice seems to wrap around Alois as the young boy trembles beneath the attention.
“B-because I don’t want you to leave me.” Alois sobs staring straight ahead at the back door. Claude is standing directly behind Alois so he is unable to see what kind of expression Claude is wearing or if he’s even wearing one at all.
“I’m not leaving.”
“No!” Alois cries whirling around in his chair to look at Claude. Their eyes connect, pleading blue ones to distant gold ones, and Alois grasps the front of Claude’s shirt.
“I feel like you don’t like me anymore. You won’t even talk to me when you come over and it hurts.” Alois whimpers gripping the material tightly with his fingers fearing that Claude would try to run.
“I like you.” Alois chokes out smiling through his tears up at Claude, “I like you a lot and I know you think that I’m just a kid or that I’m annoying or that I’m immature. But if you could just at least acknowledge me Claude, I would be fine with that.”
“After that,” Alois sniffs reluctantly releasing Claude’s shirt, “I would leave you alone.”
Claude continued to stand there in complete silence and it stabbed Alois Trancy straight through the heart. Here he had poured out his most private feelings for the older boy and Claude was not even fazed by it. A small cry bubbled out from Alois’ chest and he wiped at his eyes but the tears would not stop.
“Do you hate me?” Alois looks to Claude’s stoic face, “I understand if you do. If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
But as soon as the words have left Alois’ mouth, Claude’s lips are suddenly covering them. Alois releases a short cry of panic as Claude descends down upon, wrapping Alois’ skinny body in his arms and gripping Alois’ sides roughly. Claude’s form is big and firm against Alois’ body that seems to bend malleably to Claude’s needs. Alois can feel the entire heat of Claude’s body against his own and he gasps beginning to relax into the kiss.
Claude’s mouth is like fire against Alois’ undoubtedly hurting the poor boy as he bites at Alois’ lips. He presses his mouth against Alois’ again and again until finally Alois opens his to finally become one with Claude. Claude thrusts his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth while holding Alois tightly against him in a manner so possessive that Alois’ knees give out. However even then Claude’s actions do not stop as he simply supports the additional weight while ravaging Alois’ mouth.
Then when the young boy’s lungs are bursting for air and Alois is more so panting against Claude’s mouth than kissing back, Claude finally pulls away. Alois’ first few breaths are heaving gasps for air between his red swollen lips as Claude presses his forehead to the blonde’s. He seems to be staring directly into Alois’ soul when suddenly a phone vibrates between them.
Claude immediately releases Alois and checks the device, frowning as he reads over a text message. Alois has barely had time to recover when Claude is scooping him up and pressing a hard quick kiss to his mouth once more.
“I have to go.” Claude says pulling back from their kiss and Alois blinks in an overwhelmed daze.
“What?”
“I’ll see you next week for Six Flags. Tell your mother that the cake was fantastic and thank your father for inviting me over.” Claude instructs straightening himself out as he pockets his phone.
“Okay.” Alois says meekly when Claude turns back to look at Alois.
“I don’t hate you by the way.” He smiles, actually smiles at Alois, and the blonde wonders if this time it isn’t really a dream like it always turns out to be.
“Oh.” Alois blinks. Claude turns to leave without a word of goodbye so Alois says it for him.
“Bye.”