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Nov 30, 2009 12:38

ASDF

CHAPTER: 11 "Asdf"
WORDS: 3043 [34746/50000]
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Sammy quietly slipped inside his apartment, locking and chaining the door behind him. He made to take off his shoes when there was a slight rustling behind him. He whirled around just as his older sister stepped out of the shadows, rubbing her eyes and pushing a blanket off her.

"Where the hell were you?" Andy demanded, her voice gruff with sleep. She slipped off the couch and turned the light on. She looked down at the glowing green LCD letters of the digital cable box and gasped. "It's after midnight! Where were you and why couldn't you call?"

Sammy shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he stood in the foyer in his socks.

"Well?" Andy asked, walking up to him, arms crossed.

He just stood there, knowing that there was no way that he could tell her that he was hanging out with a twenty-eight year old at his apartment, especially not after he had come out as being gay. He opted to just simply look at her chin. She had a new zit.

Andy sighed in irritation. "Look, Sammy, you're a big boy, you can take care of yourself yada yada." She rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't be out this late on a school night without telling me or mom where you're going. Do you know mostly why? Because if you didn't get home so late, you could get your sorry ass to school and stay there. If you got home on time, you would be in bed on time and then you wouldn't 'feel sick' during the day and cut class. Did you know that I got called down to the VP's office today because they were wondering if you'd fallen off the grid?"

"I'm sorry," he said dully, not sure what else he could say, not sure that he even wanted to talk to her at the moment. His eyes flickered down the hall to the left, at the end of which was his bedroom.

Andy straightened up and glared at him. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

He glanced up at her and said, "No."

Andy breathed out. "God, you're such a shitty little liar."

"How exactly am I lying?"

"You lie all the time and not very well, at that. I would think that you'd be a master at lying and coming up with excuses, since you do that so often when school is concerned."

"School doesn't interest me," he said, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

"And why not?"

"Because I'm not interested in learning about grammar or math."

"Or maybe because you're too dumb to understand what they're trying to teach. God, Sammy, it's only tenth grade. Get your shit together."

He kept quiet, not trusting himself to speak. He averted his eyes and looked at her chin again.

"Just ... go to bed," Andy ordered, rubbing the corners of her eyes with her thumb. Sammy silently left.

♥ ♥ ♥

"Mo-om!"

"What?" came their mom's harried, disgruntled voice.

Andy strode into her mom's bedroom, arms crossed, dressed in loose clothes, ready for school. "Do you realize that Sammy isn't even out of bed yet? He's going to be late for school."

Mrs. Ryder cursed under her breath as she finished dressing. Straightening her clothes, she walked down the hall to Sammy's room, rapping on the door. He didn't answer. "Sammy? Get up." Andy was standing right behind her with a frown. "Sammy? Sammy!"

Sighing, her mom twisted the knob and let herself into the room. Sammy was still asleep, his dark blue curtains pulled, the sheets wrapped around his body. His hair was spilling over the pillow and his pink mouth was slightly open and wet. Mrs. Ryder shook him, not all too gently. Sammy woke with a start. He blinked a couple of times and rubbed his eyes.

Andy stood behind their mother, both women towering over Sammy lying on the bed. "Didn't you set an alarm? Get up, get dressed. We're leaving for school in ten minutes."

Sammy quietly groaned and closed his eyes again, his hand closing around the sheets.

"Sammy, no. Get up, you have to go to school." His mom shook him again.

Shaking her head, lips pursed in irritation, Andy stepped around their mom and grabbed hold of Sammy's sheets, yanking them off the bed.

"Hey!" Sammy cried out, looking at her blearily. "Give me my blanket back."

"Hell no. Get the crap up."

Sammy slumped on the bed. "I don't --"

"Let me guess? You don't feel well? Of course you don't. Mom, do you know when Sammy came home last night?"

Sammy's eyes snapped open and he stared at his mom and sister. Andy had grabbed her mom's elbow, turning her attention to her.

"He didn't come home till after midnight and when I asked him where he was, he wouldn't even answer. I mean, what could he be doing out so late? And then he's always tired or feeling bad in the morning and boom, look, he has an excuse for not going to school."

"Sammy," their mom turned sharp eyes on him. "Get up right now. Go to school. You're not going to be skipping out anymore."

"I'm not getting up."

Their mom grabbed his arm and pulled. He wrenched his arm away from her, a slightly panicked look in his eyes.

"Sammy! Get up!"

"God, Sammy, it's school, it's necessary. What's your big effing issue with it? Everyone goes to school even if they don't like it."

"I want to drop out then."

Mrs. Ryder gasped. Andy just stared.

"You are not dropping out," their mom said firmly.

"Mom, maybe he should," Andy said, glaring down at her younger brother. "All he does is go out and sleep. He doesn't even do homework or anything. And then I keep getting into trouble because of him. I got called down to the office yesterday because he missed so many days."

"How is that you getting into trouble?" Sammy asked sarcastically.

"That's besides the point. I don't want to have this conversation again. Get up and do what you're supposed to be doing," Mrs. Ryder said, anger creeping into her voice.

"What I'm supposed to be doing is whatever the hell I want," Sammy snapped.

"You're fifteen. That's not how it works. You don't get to make your own decisions," their mom said. "Especially since it seems like you're making all the wrong ones."

"Grow up, Sammy," Andy said, "we can't all run around doing things that we want to do. It's not fair that you get to mess around all the time and I have to bust my ass working for grades."

"That's not unfair. You choose to do all that schoolwork," Sammy said, glaring back at her.

"Mom, why are we even having this conversation?" Andy asked. She reached down and shoved at his shoulder, an angry look on her face. "We're not trying to mess you over, we're trying to help you but you're too fucking stupid to accept it. God, you are such a failure and you keep dragging everyone else down with you too."

Their mom was nodding. Sammy couldn't believe it. Their mom agreed with Andy calling him a failure? "I work so hard and it's just for you, Sammy."

He tried not to tell either of them that their mom didn't have a lot to do with their education -- education was free. He had to sit around taking another minute of their degrading bullshit, his mom and sister talking about how much Sammy made their lives difficult, how much both of them sacrificed to be able to keep him happy and this was how he repaid them? In short, Sammy was selfish and ungrateful, scum of the earth and a baby killer.

"Get the hell out of bed," Andy said coldly. "I'm making sure that you stay in school."

Their mom nodded and patted Andy on the shoulder. Giving Andy a small kiss on her cheek, their mom left for work.

Andy tapped her foot. "I said to get up!"

"I said to fuck the hell off."

Andy slapped him. She pulled her hand back and didn't even look apologetic for what she had done. "Sammy, I don't give a shit what sort of teenage angst you're going through, but you've always been a shitty little problem child. Can't you get off your high horse and do one thing that mom wants you to do? Are you that selfish?"

Are you? Sammy asked in his mind, surprise in his eyes and rubbing his cheek gingerly. God, that hurt like a bitch. He glanced down at Andy's thin fingers and a sick image crossed his mind, about how he can chop off each of those bony fingers with a cigar cuter. Fuck. Sammy looked up at her face, trying to clear his mind off thoughts like that.

Andy rolled her eyes dramatically and pulled at Sammy. Sammy tried to wrench his arm away. "Get up, you lazy fuck," she grunted. "You're going to school and I'm going to dress you myself to make sure that you do."

"I don't need you to dress me, I'm not five."

"Yeah? Well, guess how old you're acting right now? You're so immature. Just grow up." Andy stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Sammy sighed and rubbed his forehead, wondering for how long he could stall before had to get up and face the mini dragon.

♥ ♥ ♥

Giving Andy the slip hadn't been easy. Sammy stashed all of his things in his locked and she walked him to his first class. Ten minutes after class started, he snuck out of the room, unnoticed. That bit wasn't so hard. Sammy hardly ever drew attention to himself. He was quiet and polite, the nice kid in the back of the class that no one really knew all too well.

He went to his locker and grabbed his backpack and jacket, exiting the school through one of the side doors instead of the main exit. He walked around the school building, hurrying to get to the bus stop.

♥ ♥ ♥

Once again, he found himself standing in front of Adam's door, this time without having called first. He felt nervous as he knocked on the door. Adam let him in, of course, looking concerned. He was dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, still looking a little sleepy. Sammy pulled him back into his room and discarded his outerwear. He pushed Adam to the bed.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Sammy said, fidgeting, not wanting to be reprimanded again.

Adam shook his head. "Don't be, I had to get up eventually." He gave him a friendly smile.

Sammy stared at his feet.

Adam pulled him down beside him. "Sammy, what's wrong?"

He shook his head and looked up at Adam. "Can we sleep?"

Adam looked a little surprised but he nodded. "Of course; anything that you want."

Sammy crawled under the covers beside Adam, turning to his side and letting Adam spoon him, his arm strong and warm over him, holding him tightly to his chest.

♥ ♥ ♥

Adam woke to the sound of soft, wet lapping and a burning pleasure emanating from his dick. His eyes flew open and he sat up, eyes wide with shock when he saw his dick standing out from the flap in his boxers, Sammy, his mouth wet and red, crouching between his thighs.

Sammy looked up at him with question and need in his eyes. Adam groaned. "Sammy, you can't."

He placed a small hand on Adam's inner thigh. "I want to. Please, give me this."

Adam had no chance to protest as Sammy plunged his hot, wet mouth over his dick again. He wasn't experienced, but he was enthusiastic, bobbing his mouth over him, sucking hard. He placed one hand on the bed to steady himself, and he pulled and twisted lightly at the shaft with his other hand. Spit and precum were rolling down his dick and Sammy kept chasing it, slurping it up. Adam, eyes wide, didn't think he'd ever seen anything so erotic as sweet, innocent Sammy sucking him off like that. With a loud groan, Adam came in Sammy's mouth, head thrown back. Sammy choked down as much of it as he could, but a bit of it dribbled down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand and rubbed it against the sheets.

Sammy's eyes were lowered, almost as if he were afraid of Adam being displeased. Shocked, aroused, but Adam wasn't angry with him. It was the last thing he was with Sammy.

Adam tilted his chin up, looking at Sammy right in the eyes. "Sammy ..."

Sammy lunged across the bed and crushed his lips against Adam's. His kissing was much like his oral sex, inexperienced, but hot with enthusiasm.

Cupping Sammy's face gently in his hands, Adam pulled him back. "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't need to do that."

Sammy shook his head. "That wasn't just for you, I wanted it too." He looked down and blushed. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Oh Sammy." Guilt and shame twisted in Adam's stomach.

"It's just ... Adam, you're the one good thing in my life. I needed to experience you, have all of you. I don't know if I was taking advantage of you," he winced, "by doing what I did when you weren't awake to give consent and I'm really, really sorry. After everything, you're the one person who's always there and that wasn't just a thank you, that was me getting something else out of you."

"What happened, Sammy?" Adam's thumbs gently stroked against Sammy's cheeks. He pulled the boy close to him, until he was almost sitting on his lap. Adam wrapped his arms around Sammy's waist and held him close, knowing that more than anything, Sammy loved and needed physical connection.

"My family's just ... they're just ..." Sammy's eyes filled with tears and that terrified Adam, because Sammy didn't cry. Sammy never, ever cried. "They're just so shit."

Adam stayed quiet, letting Sammy continue.

"Mom and Andy, they're totally self-absorbed but they keep pretending that they're not. They keep acting like they're only trying to look out for my interests when they're not. They attacked me this morning about school and Andy told mom that I was out really late?" Sammy laughed a little bitterly, rubbing his eye, his finger coming away wet. "And the only thing that mom, that Andy, could even think about was that I was messing up their lives by not going to school. They kept bringing it up as an excuse, but neither of them cared about what I did when I was out. I'm so sick of them being fake."

Adam hesitated. "Sammy, did you do that to me because you were upset over your family."

Sammy looked at him, surprised. "No! No, Adam, I wanted to. I really wanted to. I'm sorry I sprung it on you, but I wasn't just going it because I was sad. I -- blowing you is the last thing I have in mind when I think about my family. I hate it, I hate the way they make me feel. And sometimes, I just want to ... I want to hurt them. Is that sick?"

Adam shook his head, stroking circles on his hips. "No, it's not. They keep pushing you and you don't get to push back. It sounds like they're trapping you."

Sammy nodded vigorously. "They are. They want me to be ... hell, I don't even know what they want me to be. They don't want me to be me, that's for certain."

"You are perfect this way," Adam said softly. He paused again, hesitating. He looked at Sammy's clear, young face. "Sammy, I --" Adam didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to. What had just happened between them had to remain an isolated incident. Adam hadn't felt violated at all, he had loved being sucked off by Sammy -- which was probably why it shouldn't happen again. "Sammy, I'm sorry but what you did to me ..."

"Are you mad?" he asked quietly, his eyes dropping.

Adam pushed his head back up, looking at him. "No, Sammy, I'm not mad. It just can't happen again, alright? We're not ... you're fifteen," Andy finished with a sigh.

Sammy bit his lip. "Are you babying me too?"

Adam shook his head. "That's the last thing I want to do. It's just that Sammy, we're not together. You're fifteen. It's ... well, it's illegal."

"Do you want me?" Sammy writhed above him, climbing higher on his lap. His dick still hanging out, Adam couldn't deny that his dick was twitching, filling up at the feel of Sammy's jeans against it.

Adam breathed out his name, conflicted. Sammy ground down ever so lightly against him and Adam almost gasped. He didn't know if Sammy was doing this intentionally or if Sammy was just this sexually potent without realizing it. As Adam looked at his face, he knew the answer: Sammy had no idea what sort of sexual power he had.

Adam kissed Sammy's forehead. "It's not just what I want. I don't want you doing the wrong things because you're upset at something else."

"I told you that I wanted to be with you like this."

"Sammy --" Adam gulped. "I can't. You're amazing, but we're impossible."

Sammy looked down, fresh pain in his eyes, but he nodded. "I understand."

"Sam."

Sammy kissed him again, slowly, softly, chastely. Adam returned the kiss gently. "I'm not going to force or throw myself at you," Sammy said quietly, his eyes large. "I care about you and I do want to be with you. I'm just not going to do anything else from now on that both of us don't want."

"Trust me, seeing you doing that, I wanted it," Adam said wryly. He hugged Sammy tightly. "I'm glad you understand why this is unconventional."

Sammy nodded and closed his eyes, burying his head in Adam's strong, broad shoulder. He understood alright. He just didn't like it. For the millionth time, he felt shunned.

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