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One Little Bruise

By: PheeGee



Final Edited Version of One Little Bruise © 

Fuck!

Sam couldn't stop staring at it. The damn thing kept teasing him, playing peek-a-boo from right under the edge of Jamie's shirt collar. Purple and angry looking, the bruise had to be a hickey. The little fucker with his white-blond, baby hair and those enormous chocolate brown Bambi eyes always got on his last damn nerve. This was strange in itself because he doubted the boy had ever said more than a handful of words to him so far, and they were well past the middle of the school year. But ever since Mrs. Hollingsworth assigned Jamie Bayer the chair in front of him, Sam felt, well... antsy. The kid was a tiny, quiet nerd. Not the thick glasses, pocket protector, and high-waist-pants nerd, but more of a head-always-in-a-book, super-polite, and no-sign-of-a-girlfriend sort of nerd.

Maybe that's why he kept obsessing about the fucking hickey. If there was no girlfriend, how the hell did he get the hickey? Sam glanced up at the front of the class and saw Mrs. H writing on the chalk board, droning on about what was going to be on their Spanish test Friday, so he leaned back in his desk and straightened his legs out. He slid his feet under the kid's desk, and oh-so-slowly started to raise the back of it up. Jamie never budged from his position bent over his notebook taking notes or whatever the fuck he was so intent on, but Sam watched a dark red flush slowly crawl up the pale skin of his neck. He started gently rocking the desk from side to side, careful not to make any noise. Jamie leaned even further over his scribbling, obviously having no intention of acknowledging that Sam was fucking with him.

He dropped the desk down abruptly and made a loud shushing noise at Jamie when their classmates looked their way. Jamie turned and glared at him. Sam smirked right back. Mrs. Hollingsworth, the old bat, immediately looked hard at Sam who raised his hands in a gesture of innocent appeal. Luckily the bell rang before she could say anything, so he quickly gathered his books to head for the door, and damn if the little brat didn't slip his foot out into the aisle and try to trip him. Years of running track made it easy for him to readjust his stride and not fall. Then he stopped and indicated Jamie should go first. He even gave him a sheepish grin to make up for messing with him earlier.

Jamie looked at him suspiciously as he left the classroom. Sam followed him down the hall, noticing how the kid's angry stride made his little ass all twitchy. Whoa! Why was he looking at the boy's ass? He jerked his eyes back up and fuck it all if his gaze didn't land right back on that goddamned hickey again. At his locker, he stopped to switch out his books and heard someone call Jamie's name. He looked down the hall to where Jamie was pulling his lunch out of his own locker and saw Trey, the tall, lanky, goth freak, coming up behind Jamie. Jamie looked back over his shoulder and smiled hesitantly before turning back to close his locker.

Sam felt his lips tighten when Trey reached down, flicked his finger over the hickey, then leaned down to whisper in Jamie's ear. The kid whirled around, blushing furiously and stammering. Trey laughed, slung his arm around Jamie's neck, and led him down the hallway toward the lunchroom.

Oh...

Well, that explained a lot. What it did not explain was why Sam was still standing in the hallway two minutes later, grinding his teeth, clenching and releasing his fists when he should have been heading down to get his own lunch. So what if the kid was gay? He'd never thought about it, but he didn't think he had any beef with gay guys. It wasn't like the kid had ever tried to come onto him. It looked as if Jamie was into narrow-fucking punk-ass losers who wore black nail polish, didn't know their ass from their iPod, and sucked like a Hoover. What the fuck-ever.

Jamie could still feel a blush hot on his face. He stared down at his shoes as he and Trey walked into the lunchroom. He sat and started on his lunch as Trey got a soda and some crackers from the vending machines then came back to sit beside him.

"That stuff is so bad for you, you know," Jamie said, as Trey popped the soda can open and tore into the crackers.

"Whatever, Romeo." 

Trey snickered and continued munching. Jamie scowled at him.

"I told you, man, it's not a hickey. My sister did it pinching the shit outta me."

"No need to lie, Jamie. It's not like it's any of my business what you and your girlfriend do anyway, man." 

"I don't have a girlfriend," Jamie muttered into his sandwich. He knew Trey was teasing, but was really hoping he'd just drop it.

"Really?" Trey asked, suddenly serious. "That chick that was with my girlfriend when you were over last weekend was asking about you. She kept going on and on about how cute you were. Do you want me to ask her to come over after we finish the project Sunday? I know we were going to do it at your house, but we can do it at mine instead, if you think your mom might freak about girls coming over. Your mom is kinda scary, dude."

"Mom's cool. She's just a little intense. She'd probably be overjoyed if I brought a girl home, but..." Jamie's voice trailed off as he put his sandwich down and he gripped his hands together in his lap nervously.

"But what, dude?" Trey asked. 

Jamie looked over to see Trey's eyes on him intently. He had the sickening feeling Trey already knew what; he was just waiting for Jamie to confirm it. Jamie felt his face burning again as he faced forward and blinked rapidly to keep his sudden tears at bay. He was really enjoying the budding camaraderie he'd experienced with Trey since they'd been assigned this psychology project. Now, though, he saw it all going up in flames. He got control of himself and realized he was inadvertently making eye contact with Sam Bricker from Spanish class. 

Sam was leaning up against the wall with some of his track buddies. He was a few inches taller than most of them, so he was hard to ignore. Jamie tried to avoid the guy, because there was something in the icy blue glare the black-haired boy always gave him that made him horribly self-conscious. That didn't keep him from using the image of the stud as jerk-off material though. Sam was wicked hot. At eighteen he'd already achieved perfection; the next few years might well produce mouth-watering miracles. Sam was scowling at him right now for God-only-knew why. What a prick. Jamie had never done anything to the guy, and yet he seemed determined to give Jamie shit. Well, at least they were both graduating in a few months, so he wouldn't have to deal with him much longer. His mental molestation of the muscular jock helped to take the sting out of Sam's constant attitude towards him. HA!

"Jamie..." Trey said, bumping their shoulders together and bringing his attention back to the bit of hell he was dealing with at the moment. "We're cool, man. Just say it."

"It," Jamie said instantly, looking back at Trey with a weak grin.

Trey barked out a laugh and thumped his ear.

"Ouch!"

Jamie mock-cried and found that his smile came a little easier. He took a deep breath and let it out on a shuddering sigh.

"Ooh-kay. I... I..."

Trey nodded encouragingly. 

Jamie leaned in a little closer and whispered it.

"I'm gay."

Trey looked around in consideration. "See man? Nothing blew up or fell from the sky. I think everything's going to be all right." 

Jamie looked down at his hands again to try and hide the goofy-ass grin he felt cover his face. 

"Seriously though, dude, you should tell your guy to go easy on you. You look like you went a losing round with a vacuum."

"Dammit man! Honest, it was my sister paying me back for ignoring her. I don't have a boyfriend either," Jamie whispered furiously. He vowed he would wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Trey, the sorry fucker, just laughed.

Sam felt his stomach cramp and got this cold feeling as he watched Jamie and Trey interacting. The kid was visibly upset, and then the freak said something to him that had him grinning like a pig in shit, as Sam's granddad always said. He'd never seen the boy smile like that before, and for some reason it pissed him off that Trey made it happen. He pushed away from the wall and stomped out of the lunchroom, ignoring the calls from his friends. He went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face, trying to cool down. What the fuck was wrong with him? What did he care if the nerd and the mutant hooked up? He looked hard at his reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out exactly what he felt. The face looking back at him was angry and... sad? SAD? What the fuck! He stumbled away from the mirror and left the bathroom. He felt almost drunk, as if nothing was where or what it should be. Damn if that ass wipe Trey wasn't in the hall outside the restroom, talking on his cell.

"Hey, baby girl," Trey said, cradling the phone intimately. "How about you come over tonight? My mom is working third shift." He paused briefly. "No, Jamie isn't expecting us to hook back up till Sunday, so I'm all free." Another pause. "Yeah, he's cool and all, but I need some one-on-one time with your breasts...uh, I mean you, Tonia." The fucker laughed, told the girl he was just kidding, and walked further down the hallway out of Sam's earshot.

That son of a bitch! Playing a sweet little thing like Jamie boy. Sweet little thing? Fuck! That settled it. He was nutting up! Damn it all, though, the boy did not deserve that type of treatment. Sam headed back down the hall, determined to throw himself into the rest of the school day, then maybe run some laps after school to see if he could get his head back on straight.

Jamie cursed himself for not taking the lift Trey had offered after school. Instead, he'd gone to the library to find research material for his World Lit paper. Now, the sky was darkening ominously and the temperature was plummeting. He was walking home as fast as he could while toting the metric--shit-ton of books he had in his bag. He knew he wasn't going to make it before the storm broke. He'd call his mom to come pick him up, but she was working a double tonight and wouldn't be home for a few more hours.

As the first drops of rain splashed, he heard a car horn and saw someone pull over to the side of the road just ahead of him. They had to be from school, so he made his way hesitantly but hopefully toward the open passenger door and peered inside the car. Oh fuck no! Of course it was Sam. Who else in his fucked-up life could it possibly be? He was just about to decline politely and shut the door when the bottom fell out of the sky.

"Don't be a douche, Jamie. Just get in," Sam ordered gruffly.

"Thanks," Jamie muttered, slinging his book bag into the back seat and buckling up. Even though he was only out in the deluge a matter of seconds, he was drenched. He shivered and huddled in on himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam lean over and turn the heat up, then reach in the back. Sam tossed a small white towel into his lap.

"It's clean. I keep a couple around for after practice." Jamie smiled at Sam since the prick was being courteous enough to bail his ass out. As usual he was getting the glare. He was grateful the vast bench seat separated them as he turned to look out the window, running the towel over his face and hair. He conscientiously mopped up the water he couldn't help dripping everywhere.

"Sorry about the mess. I don't know much about cars, but this one is real cool." He didn't know why he kept trying to be nice to the man when his efforts were so obviously unappreciated.

"Thanks," Sam replied. Jamie was surprised when Sam kept talking. "My father and I restored it together. It had been sitting in a barn of my grandad's gathering dust and mouse shit." He looked over after he pulled back out onto the road and grinned. "Lots and lots of mouse shit. Where am I going?"

Jamie laughed. "Turn left onto Pine, then right on Maple. Mine is the third house on the left. It's not a bad walk usually, but with this rain..." He let the sentence trail off and shrugged. Sam nodded, then his face fell back into his customary scowl. Jamie was still thinking about that grin. Damn, the guy was fucking fine.

"Why didn't Trey give you a ride home?" Sam asked as he peered into the rain. It was coming down so hard it was almost impossible to see the road right in front of them, and the gigantic old car moved at a snail's pace. Jamie wondered how Sam knew he and Trey were that close as friends until he remembered seeing Sam across from them at lunch. He blushed and smiled, thinking of their conversation. He still could not get over how cool Trey had been about it. He subconsciously put his hand to his chest, feeling the warm glow created by a true friend's easy and complete acceptance.

Mother-fuck! Sam seethed, reacting to the dopey grin Jamie had on his face just from Sam saying the freak's name. He only mentioned the other man to remind himself why it was a bad idea to be thinking about how appealing Jamie looked with his shaggy blond hair all wet and clinging to his head. The raindrops on his eyelashes sparkled when he smiled at Sam and thanked him for the ride, his translucent wet T-shirt plastered to his small frame. Sam used the red light to peek over and check Jamie out while the boy's arms were extended, his hands behind him as he tried to dry the back of his head. Surprisingly, though built small, the kid had a well-defined musculature including a sweet little six-pack. Sam shifted uncomfortably as he pulled away from the light. He twisted in the seat, trying to make room for his rapidly growing erection. He realized the kid still hadn't answered his question. 

"Well?" Sam barked. Goddamn but he wanted that blissed-out look off the kid's face.

"Oh!" Jamie squeaked as he startled from his daze. "He and Tonia are hooking up tonight since Trey's mom isn't home. Speaking of moms, I bet that's mine." The kid reached into his pocket, pulled out his ringing cell, and flipped it open. "Yeah Mom, I'm pulling into the driveway now. I got a ride from a classmate. Oh, so you'll be home around nine then? Okay, I'll just heat up leftovers from last night." He glanced over at Sam and blushed. "Yeah, love you, too, Mom. Bye." He leaned toward Sam as he stretched over the seat for his book bag. "Thanks again for the ride, Sam."

Sam roughly grabbed a handful of the boy's damp T-shirt. Jamie's head whipped around, and he resembled a deer caught in the headlights. "Wh...what?"

"What...WHAT? That's what I want to know! What about Trey and this Tonia chick? I mean don't the two of you... I mean, the thing." He didn't know exactly how to identify whatever the relationship was between the two guys. The time he spent thinking while running laps hadn't helped him define what it was he felt for the guy in front of him. Sam just knew that, unlike Trey, if he had the opportunity for some alone time with Jamie he would not be throwing him over for someone else... breasts or not.

The kid looked at him, obviously confused and maybe a little scared. "Well, we're going to get together this weekend. It's not that big a deal. We have it all worked out." Sam was suddenly furious that Jamie felt that he was not a big deal.

"Worked out? As in he does his thing and you do your thing when the two of you aren't doing..." Sam gestured wildly, feeling the last of his control and maybe even a bit of his sanity slipping away from him. The fucking brat looked at him as if he were a small child who needed everything spelled out.

"Well, yeah. I mean, damn. Trey and I aren't dating or anything," he said. Jamie's usual reticence disappeared, erased by his total and complete confusion and frustration at this bizarre conversation.

What the hell? Jamie had no idea what was going on in Sam's head. The big guy had a wild look in his eye and was clearly bent out of shape about something, but damn if Jamie could figure it out. By the manic look on Sam's face, Jamie knew it was time to get the hell out of the car and let Sam deal with his breakdown in peace. He looked pointedly down at the big hand twisted up in his T-shirt and then back up again. He needed to get his book bag and make his escape.

The wildness abruptly smoothed out and Sam said, almost hoarsely, "Not dating, eh? This should be fine then." 

Sam reached his free arm around Jamie's waist and jerked him closer. Sam used the fist in Jamie's shirt to push him down, so that he was lying back on the seat. Jamie's breath left him in an oomph as Sam's mouth covered his. His mouth opened, gasping for air and received as a bonus a hot, silky tongue. Whimpering as Sam's tongue glided against his own, he lost himself in pure sensation as his mouth was thoroughly explored. When reason returned he wrenched his lips loose, turned his head, and raised his hands to push at the broad chest pressed against his own.

Mine! That was his only coherent thought as Sam looked down at the flushed face beneath him, the chest heaving with panting breaths, and the frantic, desperate eyes. Mine, mine, mine! He growled as his boy tried to push him away. He grabbed both of Jamie's small wrists in one of his own and lifted the arms above Jamie's head. With his other hand, he worked the still damp shirt up and over the pale arms, tangling it around the captured wrists. He hooked the shirt over the window lever and sat back on his heels to catch his breath.

Goddamn, look at that.

Jamie's eyes were wide and dilated. His hair was a tangled mass framing his face and his lips were swollen and parted as his breath heaved in and out of his lungs. His chest... oh fuck. With his arms stretched over his head, all his lean muscles were clearly delineated. Jamie shifted slightly, pulling against his bonds. The movement rippled all down his arms, chest, and abs. Sam slid back a little further on the seat and wedged himself between Jamie's legs. He leaned down with intent. Jamie completely froze, watching him, and the only movement Sam saw was the wildly throbbing vein on his throat.

He maintained eye contact with Jamie as he drew closer to the boy's imprisoned body. He slowly dragged the tip of his tongue from the waistband of the low-slung jeans up the center of that sexy, tiny six-pack. A little higher and he veered to the left to nibble one of those perfect pink nipples. His baby boy released a keening whine and thrust his hips up, grinding his cock into Sam's abs. He groaned, feeling the heat of the erection that pulsed against him. He trailed biting kisses to the underside of that pointed jaw, then licked and sucked his way to Jamie's ear.

"Mine now," Sam whispered darkly as he dipped his head down to suck his own mark of possession behind the shell-like ear. The only sounds were the rain pounding on the roof of the car, the occasional crack and rumble of thunder, the rustle of their clothes rubbing together as Jamie ground helplessly against him, his own deep groans, and his boy's panting whines. It was perfect. He reached under Jamie with one hand, cupping and lifting that sweet ass so that he could grind harder against the smaller body. He pulled away from Jamie's neck to admire the mark he left as it darkened.

"Sam, please," Jamie whimpered. He bit at his lip and begged Sam with passion-drugged eyes. Jamie continued to move, reaching for something that was obviously close, but maddeningly elusive. Sam saw his poor baby's suffering and didn't even think twice. He just dropped the tight little ass back to the seat and groped for the buttons of Jamie's jeans. He popped them free quickly and dove in, tugging the boy's hot, hard cock free. His baby grunted and thrust hard into his grasp as he pulled it, running his thumb over the weeping tip, using the pre-cum to ease the motion.


One Little Bruise Ch. 02



This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights are reserved.

First Edit: edthe3rd2003

Final Edit: WickedWendyDru 

My Dear Wicked One, 

Thank you for challenging me as a fledgling writer, and for your unfailing support in helping me to meet those challenges. You make me think about what I am writing, and keep me true to my characters. Thank you for not punishing me for all the little grammatical mistakes I make; blinking modifiers, lazy tense, and dingy particles... or whatever. We both know that if you took a ruler to my knuckles every time I bent the language over and humped it mercilessly, I would be in too much pain to ever type again! Last, but not least, thank you for "getting me".

Please note that any errors found in this dedication are due to the fact that my editor did not get a crack at it first.

 Continued from Chapter One

"Uh, I guess I better get out, so you can go," Jamie said, nervous now that their laughter from his explanation of the bruise had subsided. Jamie shifted to climb off Sam's lap, but stopped when Sam's hand tightened on his thigh. Jamie's spine stiffened and he stilled, but he couldn't meet those piercing blue eyes. The intensity of their encounter was fading fast, and he honestly couldn't believe that this - whatever this was - would go any further. Surely the man was about to give him the brush off. Sam was by all accounts straight. 

Right?

Sam slipped a knuckle under Jamie's jaw and tilted his face back. Jamie's teeth worried at his lip as Sam opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze zeroed in on Jamie's mouth like a heat-seeking missile. The big guy lost his train of thought as his system went on red alert. He used his thumb to pull Jamie's abused lip free and with his hunger's need locked on the plump flesh of its beguiling target he swooped in for a kiss, lips firm and demanding. Destroyed all over again, Jamie's body melted against Sam.

Sam groaned at the feel of the boy's slight weight settling, once again, into his lap. He let his hand drift down from that small, pointed chin to squeeze briefly on his baby's throat where his pulse beat wildly. Jamie whimpered, and his hips thrust involuntarily at the pressure on his neck; Sam made a mental note of the hot spot. Damn, the little guy's response to his every touch made him feel ten feet tall. 

Caressing further down the lean body to slide under Jamie's shirt, he pulled his mouth back to lick and nibble at the sweet, swollen lips as he let his fingers trail over the ridges of warm abdominal muscles. Jamie's belly spasmed under Sam's caresses, the muscles and skin all dancing, incredibly alive and exciting, totally different than any girl Sam had ever felt up. But then, Jamie wasn't a girl, was he? 

Whimpering into Sam's mouth, Jamie brought his trembling hand to rest on Sam's larger one, as it traced and teased over his skin. Sam felt hot and hard all over. His boy got to him something fierce that was for sure. As he pondered getting Jamie out of those jeans a second time, Sam wondered why he'd never had these kind of thoughts about any other guys. Then Jamie whined, twisted against him, and Sam couldn't think about anything except the bundle of writhing hotness in his lap.

Someone yanked the driver's side door open making Sam and Jamie jump a mile as cold moist air poured in carrying the clean scent of rain. Jamie jerked his head around and screamed as he faced the small blond standing beside the car. Sam took in the matching mops of hair, large brown eyes, and identical startled expressions on their faces and realized this must be Jamie's sister. The way Jamie's face morphed from one expression to another, becoming a study in abject horror, Sam totally expected to see an angry mob armed with fiery torches, pitchforks, and slavering hounds -- not just this one small, female family member.

"Casey, uh, I was just getting ready to come in the house. Mom's going to be late, and I thought you were working tonight. Just let me get my stuff, and I'll go in and reheat the leftovers from last night. I could make a fresh salad if you want..." Sam tried not to laugh as his baby scrambled around and went into babble mode. Sam took a bony elbow in his solar plexus, grunted, and turned to get a better look at the petite blond now standing with her arms crossed. A sly, catty expression replaced her surprise of just a minute ago. Okay, maybe the boy did have something to fear.

"No problem, Bro." She returned Sam's regard with a steady gaze of her own. "Don't let me interrupt your make out session with..." her words broke off as Jamie squeaked, bringing both her and Sam's attention back to him as he sat down with a plop. He'd half climbed over the seat, struggling to retrieve his book bag. Sam hated missing that. He wouldn't have helped Jamie, but he would've copped a quick feel. It's not like Casey didn't already know that something had been going on between them. 

Oh, wait. Was Jamie out to his family?

"NO! We weren't... Uh, I-I mean, Sam was just, uh, giving m-me a ride home-" Jamie said, stammering.

"By way of his lap?" Casey's voice was nothing short of caustic.

"Uh, the passenger door latch is broken, and I had to climb over?" Sam's head volleyed back and forth between the two siblings as they bantered.

"And I guess he was assisting you out of the car with his tongue?" Sam choked on a laugh, and attempted to cover it with a cough. Neither one of them acknowledged him.

"Casey, you're not going to say anything to Mom, are you?" Jamie's eyes were pleading and bright with the possibility of tears. Sam's chest tightened painfully. He didn't want his boy upset over anything. Especially not over anything that happened between them.

"Not tell her what? That you're fogging up a car with someone in the front yard, or that the person in question has a penis?" Okay, that answered the question of whether or not Jamie was out.

Not.

"Both." Jamie's voice was quiet and resigned. He looked down and blinked rapidly, still fighting tears. Jamie's sister's expression softened for a second then quickly hardened again. The mounting tension was getting to him, so Sam climbed out of the car, forcing Casey back to allow him room. The girl stared holes into him as he reached down to grab Jamie's books.

"Goddamn!" Grunting, Sam lifted the bulging bag. "Did you leave anything in the library?" Jamie scrambled out through the driver's side door and reached for the backpack. "No, Jamie, I got this." Sam strode to the front porch of the small ranch-style house. The yard was well maintained and he was certain he had delivered mulch here for his dad's landscaping business. The siblings followed him, Casey giving him the stink eye, and Jamie fumbling nervously with his cell phone. Sam dropped the bag by the door and snatched the phone from Jamie. He sent himself a brief text so that he'd have Jamie's number and handed it back. The little blond tyrant opened the door and paused, staring. Jamie grabbed his bag and stared down at it.

"Thanks again for the ride, Sam," he mumbled.

"No problem. What time can I pick you up for school in the morning?" He had the impression that he needed to get a firm grasp on the skittish kid, before the boy talked himself out of following through with their budding relationship.

RELATIONSHIP?

That must be his last remaining bit of sanity catching the echo inside his numb and disbelieving brain. He was supposed to hook up with Amy Spires this Friday. Amy the cheerleader with the large rack and the rumored nonexistent gag reflex, and he felt absolutely nothing for her or about her at the moment. All he felt right now was the urgency of dealing with whatever he had to deal with if this thing with Jamie was what he truly wanted. Well, deal he would, because yeah, he definitely wanted. He'd always been one to jump in with both feet once he chose his pool.

Jamie just gaped at him like a fish out of water, but his sister was quick to respond. "7:30!" Sam had the feeling she wasn't trying to be helpful, but just liked to stir shit up. Jamie turned his open-mouthed stare to her, and Sam took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his baby's flushed cheek. Sam bolted off the porch and made a fast getaway before Jamie could protest tomorrow's arrangement. When Sam heard his boy mutter, "Mother fuck!" before he stomped past his snickering sister, he laughed all the way to the car.

Sam's mind was a mass of conflicting thoughts on the drive home. Did this mean that he was gay? He'd never thought about doing anything with another dude before Jamie. He always enjoyed sex with the girls he hooked up with in the past, but he was up front and honest with them: no strings, no relationships. Sam was the master of the one-time fuck. Shouldn't there have been at least one girl that he wanted to do more than just bust a nut with in the whole of his sexual career? What did it say about him that he'd never formed an emotional relationship with a girl? Sam stopped at the gate of his driveway and absently entered the code to unlock it, still wrapped up in his thoughts.

He wanted more than sex with Jamie, a lot more. Sure, he wanted to sexually wreck the kid, too, just fucking tear him apart. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat watching the gate open, just thinking of all the different things he wanted to do to that tight little body. But he wanted to spend time with him in an upright position, too. Not that he couldn't fuck him in an upright position. If Jamie just wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, Sam could support that slight weight with his hands on that little ass and just plow into... Sam shook the image out of his head. Other upright things. Like dates. In public? With a guy? Hmm, should he keep him on the down low?

No, he didn't want to keep the kid as a dirty little secret. He grinned, and admitted to himself that the little shit wouldn't stand for that in any case. Jamie was a sexy little spitfire when in a temper. The kid had a tender heart, though and if Sam suggested they hide this relationship he somehow knew he would wound that tender heart, as well as instantly losing any and all chance with Jamie. He'd rather kick a kitten. Hell, a whole bag of kittens. So, that meant dating a guy out in the open where people were going to see. He parked the car in front of his house, and let the concept roll around in his head. Shouldn't the idea of what people were going to think bother him? It didn't. In fact, he was sure he didn't give a rat's ass what anyone thought. 

Huh, how about that?

Walking in the front door, he turned into the kitchen where he could hear his family talking. A glance at the clock startled him, and he wasn't sure how it had gotten so late. His mom, dad, and granddad were already eating dinner at the small table in the kitchen that his mother preferred for its simple homey feel over the large formal dining room they used for social gatherings. Sam paused by his mom's chair and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"See, Maggie," his granddad said, "the boy isn't dead in a ditch anywhere. He's just too inconsiderate to use his phone and call his mother. Why should you be worried just because he was driving that old land yacht in the gully washer that just went through?"

"Sorry." He smiled at them sheepishly before going to wash his hands in the sink.

"What kept ya, boy?" His dad's voice was gruff, as usual, but showed he shared his mother's concern. His dad was an inch or two shorter than Sam, but the older man's powerful frame was heavily muscled from years of landscaping. Frank Bricker was the company's owner, but he'd never been one to sit behind a desk and let everyone else do the hard labor. Sam thought about how to respond and remembered his decision to jump in to this pool with both feet. No time like the present.

"Well, I was dropping my boyfriend off at his house, and we got sidetracked, ya know?" He was proud of how calm he sounded, since his knotted stomach was threatening to blow chunks. In the ensuing silence, he sat down next to his mom, filled his plate, and studiously avoided making eye contact with anyone. He watched out of the corner of his eye as his granddad stood, shuffled over to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a couple of tumblers, the bottle of "good" scotch, and some ice. He returned to the table and poured himself and Sam's dad two fingers worth into each glass. His dad slammed the first one and motioned for a second. His granddad poured, but his mom reached over and downed it before his father had a chance to grab it. She choked a little from the unfamiliar burn, then reached over to touch Sam's arm gently.

"You're serious, aren't you, Son?" she asked, her voice soft and terribly gentle.

Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? He raised his head to meet her gaze and whispered, "Yeah, Ma." She searched his eyes, and then let her gaze travel over his face looking for clues to this revelation that she, as his mother, should have noticed long before now. They both turned to look at his dad when he rattled his glass on the table to get a refill. Sam's granddad filled it quickly, and his father emptied it even quicker.

"Why in the hell are we just now hearing this? It's a bit of a goddamn shock after the way you've been going through the girls over the past couple of years. Hell, I've had to run a few of the cougars off ya when you were helping out in the garden center, and I'm sure a couple of them probably got to ya when I wasn't looking!" Sam felt his face turn bright red. He had no idea his dad knew anything about the older women he'd hooked up with through the business. His dad slammed his tumbler down making his mother jerk in her chair, and then he glared over at Sam. Sam pushed his plate aside, crossed his arms in front of himself on the table, and buried his face in them to escape his dad's stony expression.

"I kinda just found out myself, Pop," Sam said, his voice muffled as he spoke into his folded arms. Even without looking at everyone he could feel the eyes on him and the inexorable pressure slowly building. His shoulders tightened waiting for the imminent explosion. Sam knew his folks would eventually accept any decision he made about having a boyfriend or living an alternative lifestyle. He was only unsure of how long that would take or how difficult things would be between them in the mean time.

"You mean to tell me you had no clue you were... you were..." His dad's tirade trailed off, and Sam imagined he was making the same wild hand motions that Sam made earlier in the car with Jamie when words had escaped him. He and his dad had always had a lot in common.

Well maybe not so much.

"Calm down, Frank," his granddad said, soothingly. "The boy is no more gay than I am. He's just being lazy. It must be easier to get into boys' pants than girls' these days, I guess."

"Joseph, really!" his mom said, admonishing his granddad. Sam could hear her unwilling amusement at the old man's statement, however. Despite his granddad's actual words, Sam knew the old man wasn't really making light of his choice, but was instead trying to break the mounting tension. He succeeded. His dad sighed heavily, then gave a short laugh. Sam's shoulders relaxed, and he chanced a glance up from his folded arms to look at his dad, who returned his gaze calmly.

"So tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

Shit, shit, fuck, and damn. 

Why did Casey have to be home? Jamie desperately wanted a minute or two to reflect happily and hornily on what happened in Sam's car. Maybe even rub one out in joyous celebration of finally getting a little action that involved another person. No, he had to deal with the evil witch as soon as he came in instead.

Jamie threw his book bag in his room then stomped into the kitchen. His sister was pouring them both a glass of tea. He rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out the leftovers from the night before and slid them in the microwave. He watched the food rotate, wondering if he should again beg his sister to keep her enormous mouth shut, or just pray she would miraculously develop amnesia before his mom came home. When he felt the warm waves of sadistic glee just rolling off of her, he realized it was a lost cause. His stomach tightened miserably.

"So, Lil Bro, that was Sam Bricker, wasn't it?" Ping! The bell on the microwave went off as if to reward her for her supposed brilliance.

"Yeah." He was curt as he pulled the food out of the microwave and set the plate on the table.

"Tell me, exactly how is it that you, my dorky little brother, ended up getting a ride home from the school's big track star? I saw the car pull up, and I figured you were waiting for the rain to slack off when you didn't immediately come inside. I took a shower, dried my hair, but when I came out of the bathroom the rain had stopped, and there was still no sweet little Jamie making my dinner. Since that car smelled like the inside of a porn arcade, I know there was more than kissing going on to steam the windows up."

She smirked triumphantly, thrilled to finally have Jamie right where she wanted him. It drove her crazy to end up always getting her ass chewed out for her wild ways, but Jamie never got in trouble. He wasn't any better at hiding shit behind Mom's back; his life was just so damn dull that he, sadly, had nothing to hide. She looked so happy with her discovery that he expected her to turn cartwheels and shit daisies any minute now.

They stared each other down for a couple of minutes, and then Jamie attempted to redirect the conversation.

"How do you know what the inside of a porn arcade smells like, Skanky?"

"Yeah, Casey, I'd like to know the answer to that one myself, and Jamie, please don't call your sister Skanky." He and his sister both shrieked at their mom's sudden appearance. He was going to have a heart attack if he had to handle just one more surprise today. As he turned to his mother, Casey, the evil whore hag, rushed over to take her gym bag.

Brother and sister shouted at the same time, both desperate to be the first heard.

Jamie: Mom, I thought you were going to be late at the gym today! Casey: Mom, Jamie was making out in a car in the front yard like a little slut!

"The power went out at the gym cause of the storm, so we ran the generators long enough for members to get their shit and clear out." Jan Bayer was a personal trainer in a gym downtown. She was not short like Casey and Jamie, 5'3" and 5'5" respectively, but stood at 5'10". She was a force to be reckoned with due to the muscles she'd earned through her work at the gym, her status as a tenth degree black belt in Karate, and her no-nonsense attitude.

"Now why are the two of you squared off in the kitchen, ready to throw down, hmm?"

"Casey's been hanging out in adult bookstores," he said in a panic and glared at the hussy in question. Her face turned deep red, but then it smoothed out into an angelic mask. Jamie felt his heart drop into his feet. He just knew what was coming.

"Oh yeah, the other person in the car with Jamie... was a guy." Casey dropped her bomb in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Bitch!" Jamie gripped the kitchen cabinet as his head spun, wondering if he was going to pass out. He planned to wait to tell his mom that he was gay in his own time; which would have been sometime just after...never.

"Jamie, dammit, don't call your sister a bitch!" His mom stepped forward and grabbed one of his shoulders.

"Faggot!" his sister yelled with a twisted smile on her face. 

His mom turned oh, so slowly, back to face his sister. Jamie couldn't believe his mother was so angry over one word, but she was volcanically furious -- she really looked ready to blow up right there in the kitchen. He could see the veins in her neck throbbing as her heart pumped blood up to turn her face from red to purple, just like lava tubes in a volcano let the boiling magma rise up to the surface before it exploded out to destroy everything in sight. He watched in fascinated horror as his sister cowered back against the wall, and his mom slowly advanced on her.




One Little Bruise Ch. 02



"I suggest, Young Lady, that you take your hateful ass back to your bedroom, so I won't have to look at you for the rest of the night!" What started out as a hiss from between his mom's clenched teeth ended in an eruption. Casey hugged the wall, well out of his mom's reach and scurried from the room. He watched his mom's stiff back and listened to his sister slam her bedroom door shut behind her. 

He sighed in short-lived relief when he noticed Casey's cell phone on the counter. She must have left it behind in her haste to escape their mom. Then he remembered the cordless phone. Sure as shit, the 'in-use' light on the base for the handset in the kitchen lit up, and he knew she was calling her bitch friends to begin her campaign to ruin his life. At least he had one stud-induced orgasm to recall fondly, as he began his new life as a social pariah.

His mom's shoulders slumped, and she shook her head slowly.

"I swear, that girl," she muttered as she rolled her neck to the right, then the left, loudly popping the tension free. She bounced on the balls of her feet shaking the rest of her body loose, and then turned to face him. She gave a sudden bark of laughter when she looked at him.

"Damn Baby, why do you look so scared? I'm not about to murder you where you stand. Do you think I'm blind? I know my kids; I know you're bent." She walked over and picked up the cordless phone on the counter. "Just like I know your sister is a conniving bitch. You can't say that, though, only I can." She grinned at him, hit the talk button, and spoke into the phone. 

"Casey, don't forget to call the pharmacy tomorrow and reorder the cream for your va-jay-jay rash." She hung the phone back up and winked at him as they heard his sister's scream of outrage from her bedroom. That wink told him everything was going to be okay. All the turmoil that had been building inside him from the many events of the day seemed to fall away and he hurled himself into her waiting arms. He knew tomorrow was going to bring a whole new set of trials, but for right now he let himself be lost in his mother's acceptance and love.

"Now, about making out in the front yard, Young Man." She pulled away from the hug and looked down at him. She frowned slightly, and turned his head to get a better look at his neck. "Shit, Jamie! What the hell is up with all the hickeys?"

Crap.

Sam suspected that Jamie might try and evade him, so he showed up at the kid's house early. He was in Jamie's driveway, leaning back against the hood of his car when a guy in a tricked out little Nissan pulled up beside him and honked. He couldn't remember the guy's name, but the man graduated a couple of years ago and played on the varsity football team. He seemed to remember the guy being a bit of a dick. Dick smirked at him and did the thug chin-tilt thing. Sam just stared at him until the man broke eye contact with him and honked again. Casey stomped out of the house, but slowed when she saw Sam. She gave him a malicious smile and slid in the car beside the ass hat. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure Casey and Dick graduated the same year. He watched with one eyebrow raised as the car peeled off down the road. 

What the fuck was that about? 

He heard the front door shut again, and there stood his Jamie boy. Sam checked his watch, and as he expected it was 7:15. The boy was trying to cut out on him. Jamie looked at him for a second, obviously weighing his options. Sam gave him his biggest shit-eating grin, and walked over to open the passenger door. The little shit's lips tightened in aggravation. He crossed the yard to the car with his angry little ass all twitchy again. This time he put his book bag on the seat between them. He buckled in, and slumped down in the seat. When Sam slid into the driver's side, he could barely see the top of the belligerent brat's head over the monstrous bag. Sam just laughed and hauled the mammoth thing over into the back.

"Aw Baby, you're so fucking cute when you're in a pissy snit." Jamie merely harrumphed, crossed his arms over his chest, and turned his sullen glare out the passenger side window. Sam took a moment to admire the turtleneck Jamie was wearing. Should he tell Jamie he could still see the hickey he'd left on that pale neck? Sam bet the reaction would be priceless. It was way too easy and fun to fuck with the kid's short temper. He smiled and decided to give it a rest... for now.

Damn, seeing his mark on Jamie made him all kinds of horny. He not only got off on other people knowing Jamie was his, but he felt he needed people to know the boy was off limits. He felt like a dog with a new bone. He figured laying his claim on Jamie with a few hickeys was a better way to mark his territory than pissing on the kid's leg. Sam snickered to himself imagining how Jamie would respond to that behavior.

When he reached the end of Jamie's street, he turned right and headed towards town instead of school. Jamie let go of his sulk long enough to ask where they were going.

"Well, since we got such an early start I thought we'd run by Mickey D's and get a biscuit." He grinned at Jamie. "On the way, you can tell me what the deal is with your sister." His grin faltered when Jamie's face went white with a little green around the edges. "What's up?"

"I was doing my best not to think about it," Jamie said, moaning. "You don't know how hard it was to make myself go to school today. She outed me to my mom last night." There was no one behind them at the stop sign, so Sam let the car idle. He reached over and grabbed Jamie's hand, squeezing slightly. Jamie looked over at him and was visibly startled, but also pleased at the gesture.

"How did that go? Did your mom freak?" Sam felt like an ass. He hadn't even thought about the consequences of Jamie's sister spotting them yesterday. All he'd considered was getting back in Jamie's pants, and what dating a guy would mean to his own personal life. If he were going to do this relationship thing, he needed to get used to taking someone else's feelings and circumstances into consideration. That would be different, but Sam was looking forward to it.

"Casey thought Mom was going to nut up on me, but Mom had already figured me out. Casey made the mistake of calling me a faggot, so Mom went after her instead." Jamie gave a little laugh like he was still surprised at how things turned out. Sam felt sudden fury at the thought of Jamie's sister calling his boy that name. Jamie didn't appear upset over last night's events, so Sam held his anger back. He wanted to get to the bottom of why Jamie didn't want to go to school today.

"If she got her ass handed to her last night, why did she seem so smug today when she saw me? And why did you try to ditch me this morning, or think about maybe ditching school altogether?" Jamie's face fell again, and he swallowed nervously.

"W... well, since Casey was so mad, she called up her little bitch friends and told them God only knows what. I'm sure she hung me out to dry, and she might have nailed you right up there with me. I'm so sorry, Sam. That's one of the reasons I tried to leave early this morning. I doubt anyone saw us together yesterday, and I thought if we avoided each other, maybe you wouldn't get caught up in the fallout. I think it's pretty much over for me no matter what. At least we're close to the end of the school year." As he spoke faster and faster Jamie's words started to run together. He appeared to get even smaller as he closed in on himself, obviously expecting Sam to lash out at him. He tried to pull his hand away, but Sam held on firmly, careful not to hurt Jamie's smaller hand.

"Listen kid..." A car honked behind them and Sam cursed, releasing Jamie's hand. He took the few remaining miles to the drive-thru to quietly collect his thoughts. He didn't look directly at Jamie, but he could see the boy huddled against the car door. He pulled up behind a carload of kids from their school giving their order. 

"Jamie, I don't give a fuck about what anybody at school has to say about us. I want people to know that you're my boyfriend." There his boy went, doing his large-mouth bass impersonation again. Sam took advantage of Jamie's gaping mouth to go in for a deep kiss. The kid was pressed up against the door with the vast expanse of the bench seat between them, so Sam pushed his hand against the steering wheel to get closer. He accidentally hit the horn, but thought nothing of it as he rolled his tongue around Jamie's unable to get enough of his sweet taste. Jamie leaned up into him and grabbed two fistfuls of Sam's shirt. Sam cupped the back of Jamie's head, enjoying the little moans the boy fed him, until once again, a car horn honked at them.

Sam pulled away from Jamie, expecting the drive-thru to be clear ahead of them. Instead, he found the car's occupants turned in their seats, facing them and trying to best Jamie's fish imitation. He laughed, but Jamie moaned, only just now realizing that their avid audience were kids from their school. The students may or may not have recognized Jamie, but they sure as shit knew Sam. Sam just grinned back at them and squinted his eyes, sure he could see a few camera phones pointed at Jamie and himself.

"Well Baby Boy, looks like we're off to a good start at beating your sister to the punch. The rumor mill should be running full force by the time we get to school -- with picture evidence no less. Hey, I wonder if we've already made it onto Facebook!"

"Fuck you, Sam." 

Sam just laughed as he pulled up to order.

They were both silent the rest of the way to school. Jamie picked at his breakfast and seemed lost in thought. A few times, the boy opened his mouth to speak, but stopped before anything came out. Sam waited until they parked in the school lot and finished their breakfast before he spoke. They still had some time before they needed to go inside.

"You're not still worried about what people are going to say in school, are you?" Jamie stopped his fidgeting and looked at Sam quietly for a long moment.

"No. Well, yes. That's not what I was just thinking about, though." He clammed up. Sam made a 'Go on' gesture with his drink. "You say you want me to be your boyfriend and that I'm...I'm, uh, yours and all that." He blushed in embarrassment at his own words but seemed pleased by them nonetheless. He leaned a little closer to Sam and doe brown eyes met icy blue ones solemnly. "But if I am yours," Jamie whispered after a long pause, "do you even know what to do with me?"

Sam leaned in closer, grinned rather darkly and whispered right back, "I have a few ideas, yeah." Jamie sat back up quickly and scowled at him.

"Oh, the big guy's got some ideas, huh? Do you know what the hell you're doing? I could probably figure out how to give you a blow job, but I have no notion about how to do anything else. I always thought when I met someone they'd have some experience." Jamie's anger obliterated his nerves, ratcheting his voice from a whisper to a shriek in no time. 

"Wait a damn minute, Jamie! I have experience!" Sam's face flushed in affront, and his voice became tight.

"Not with guys, you don't. Have you ever had anal sex with a girl?" Sam shook his head. "I bet you've never read about gay sex or looked at gay porn either, have you?" Sam shook his head again. "What about lube... and... and preparation! This," Jamie exclaimed, holding his index finger up to Sam's face, "is a helluva lot smaller than that thing you have rolled up in your pants! So, if you don't do it right, you're really going to hurt me."

Sam's eyes crossed, focusing on the little finger in front of him. He wrapped his hand around it and pushed it away from his face. Jamie shivered as Sam ran his thumb up and down the digit absently. The big man appeared to seriously consider Jamie's concerns. Jamie realized he should have known better as he watched a wicked smile bloom across Sam's face. 

"Yeah, my dick is bigger than your finger, and because of that fact, you know my dick will hurt going in your ass, huh? So, I take it you've stuck your finger up your ass? You're right, Baby Boy. I am sadly lacking in this type of knowledge. Tell me, how did that work out for you?" Jamie brought his free hand up and smacked his palm into Sam's forehead...hard.

"You're about to find out how it will feel up your ass in a minute. I should use my fist instead, if I wanted to make an impression on you, you big gorilla." Jamie felt a smidgen of satisfaction when Sam's eyes rounded in surprise, then narrowed in thought. It was gratifying to turn the tables on the bulldozing jerk for a change.

"Let me get back to you on that, Jamie boy. Not the whole fist though... I don't think." Then of course, the fucker turned it all right back around again. "Seriously, you've known you were gay for a while, right? Haven't you ever looked up shit online or watched porn? You can just give me the basics, and I'll figure it out." Sam looked eager to do just that, too.

"Sam, you've never met my mom. She's fearsome. We have one computer in the house and Mom has some sort of spy thing on it. My sister looked up porn on it once and only once. When Mom got a hold of her it was brutal." Jamie shuddered at the memory. "I'm just glad Casey had the balls to try it before me. What I do know about anal sex, I got from vague references on movies and cable TV shows. You're going to have to look all this shit up on your own. You say I'm yours, and I expected someone who'd know how to handle me." Jamie looked at his watch, cursed, and tried to scramble out of the car.

"But-" Sam protested, reaching to grasp his arm.

"No buts," Jamie said, interrupting Sam. He leaned back in, looked around, then gave Sam a furtive peck on the lips. "Man up, big guy. Do some homework and figure out how to give me what I need." He let his voice drop and get huskier. "What we both need. If I'm impressed with what you find out and if you can get us somewhere we won't be interrupted again, I'll give that blow job a try." He grinned like a baby-faced imp, slipped out of the car and opened the back door to get his bag. He slung it over his shoulder with a grunt, pausing to regard the school. He looked like he was going into battle and wasn't sure he was going to make it out alive. He heaved a tremendous sigh. "Well, here goes nothing."

Jamie left Sam sprawled there, dumfounded, still leaning across the seat with his arm outstretched. Fuck him running, he'd known the shy boy could be a hellion when pissed, but when did he morph into a demanding sex kitten? Hot damn, every time he thought he had the boy figured out, Jamie surprised him. This just got better and better! Sam laughed and thumped his crotch to get his erection to go down. He couldn't wait until school ended for the day, so he could get home and hit the net. He had a blow job to earn. He reached down and thumped again.

Ouch.

Jamie watched his feet as he walked to his locker. His first plan of defense was total avoidance. He hated fighting. His mom made sure he could defend himself, so physical confrontations did not scare him. He just didn't want the drama of any ugly scenes. He'd managed to fly under the radar of bullies for the near whole of his high school years. He'd hate to have that come to an end. So far he'd made it through the first period. He slid in late and bolted as soon as the bell rang at the end of class.

When he got to his locker, there was already a pair of legs occupying the area in front of it. He tensed, then slumped with a relieved sigh when he recognized Trey's graffitied Converse. He raised his head to face his friend. Trey eyed Jamie for a second, then looked down at his cell phone screen, lifted his head back up, and reached to touch the collar of Jamie's turtleneck. Looking back down at his phone, Trey nodded, then looked up again to smirk at Jamie.

"You, little dude, have been holding out on me. You forgot to add yesterday that you hooked up with 'Mr. Big and Burly' Bricker."

"Oh, fuck, our pic is already on Facebook! I didn't tell you because it's a recent development." He shouldered Trey out of the way and rifled through his locker for the books he needed. "I hate the web."

"We just talked yesterday Bud, how recent can it be? Oh yeah, and you made it onto Facebook via a YouTube video...not a pic." Trey's voice held sympathy, liberally laced with humor. He thrust his phone in between Jamie and the contents of the locker.

Jamie was treated to a miniature movie of the kiss from this morning. They missed the beginning of it, but managed to catch the action right before Jamie tried to climb up Sam's shirt like a horny spider monkey. Unless you knew him well, it was hard to make out Jamie's features due to his small stature, but Sam's massive ass was unmistakable. The clip ended with Sam's shark-like grin at the camera, along with Jamie's horrified stare. You could hear giggles from the girls in the car.

"Our, um, relationship began yesterday after school. That's why I didn't tell you." He reached up and started the video again. It was like watching a train wreck, except watching train wrecks didn't give him semi hard-ons. Damn, Sam could kiss. "Oh God, how did it get to you, Trey?"

"Tonia and her friend that I mentioned yesterday. She's disappointed to find out you're gay, but she and Tonia both agreed the kiss was hot. I'm not into guys myself, but even I have to admit that's a steamy clip. You and the jock have some major chemistry going on, eh?" Trey's voice had lost all trace of sympathy and was now full of light teasing.

"But they both go to a different school than this one! This has already hit two schools, and it's only second period? Oh shit, what if it gets to my mom? She's pissed about what we did in the driveway, but if she sees this I am going to be nothing but a memory." He pushed Trey's hand to the side so that he could shut his locker and beat his head against it.

"What happened in the driveway, man?" Trey laughed. Jamie ignored him, turning to walk away, only to be blocked by a big chest. He stepped back and looked up into the sneering face of Bart Sloan. Jamie had seen him before, hanging out with Casey's boyfriend. Bart was on the football team, but never made it off the bench much. He was stocky and not in particularly good condition.

"Look boys, it's the little cocksucker. He's moved from jocks to freaks. I wonder if he gives straight guys blow jobs or just other little faggots?"

"And so it begins," Jamie muttered. He eyed the burly guy, working out in his mind how to take Bart down if he couldn't talk himself out of the situation. He was grateful for all the years studying karate and the many hours spent sparring with his mom. He tried unobtrusively to loosen his stance in case he needed to move quickly.

"Faggot is not a nice word, Bartholomew. Do you kiss your mommy with that mouth?" Trey drawled. Everyone knew Bart hated the use of his entire first name. Trey stepped up closer to Jamie's back, showing his support.

"You don't have to get involved, Trey. I'm not scared of this big dumb fuck." Jamie spoke calmly, never taking his eyes off Bart. That wasn't the best thing to say if he wanted to talk his way out of this. Maybe if he took this guy down without taking too much damage it would give any other bullies pause. He wished Trey would back off. Trey was taller than Bart but built a lot thinner. He didn't know if Trey could fight or what kind of muscle tone there was under the baggy black clothing the guy wore all the time.

"Fuck you both." The big oaf's face twisted into a hateful snarl, the expression making him look more like a rabid dog every second.

"It's a rude name whether someone's gay or not and I want an apology from him, Jamie. One for you and one for me. I bet Sam wants one, too. Don't you, Sam?" As Trey finished speaking, Jamie saw a large hand land on Bart's shoulder.




One Little Bruise Ch. 02



"Yeah, Trey, I sure would." Though Sam's words were pleasant enough, his voice had steel in it. The late bell rang, but the small crowd gathered around them never moved. "We're not faggots. We're...what are we, Jamie?" He stepped around from behind Bart, maintaining his grip on the other man's shoulder. Judging by the look on Bart's face, Sam's fingers were digging in brutally.

"Trey's straight, I'm gay, and you're perpetually horny, Sam," Jamie said without missing a beat. Some of the crowd tittered while a few laughed outright.

"I'm going to have to disagree, Jamie. You're my boyfriend, so I'm thinking that means I'm gay, too." Sam stared steadily into Jamie's eyes. His declaration forced an embarrassed and uneasy silence over the crowd that made everybody uncomfortable. Jamie felt his heart lurch.

"Jamie, Trey, you should both be in my class by now. The rest of you need to proceed to your classrooms." Mrs. Hampton's voice cut through the silence and got everybody moving. Sam led Bart away while whispering in his ear. Whatever he was saying had the other guy a bit pale. Sam winked at Jamie as they passed each other heading in opposite directions.

Jamie walked in behind Trey, quickly taking his seat. Mrs. Hampton gave them both a hard stare, but luckily said nothing about the scene in the hall. 

"Good morning, class." Mrs. Hampton rapped her knuckles on her desk to bring the room's attention to the front. "Today we will be focusing on your projects. You may come to me with any problems you have or you may work with your partner quietly to fine tune what should be a nearly completed project. Some of you may use this time to pull something together frantically at the last minute as is your usual M.O."

"How do you think Bart got blow jobs out of that video, or is he just stupid as fuck?" Trey whispered as he swung his desk around to face Jamie's.

"He probably hasn't even seen the video yet," Jamie said, also whispering. "He's one of my sister's boyfriend's flunkies, so I am sure he heard it from them." He gave Trey a quick and quiet recap of yesterday's events, without going into graphic detail about what happened in Sam's car.

"I'm glad it worked out between you and your mom, but your sister needs a good old-fashioned ass tanning." Jamie laughed, but Trey was dead serious. Jamie decided he should keep some major distance between Trey and his sister...or maybe not.

Sam closed his laptop and rubbed his tired eyes. He checked his clock and saw it was 3 AM. Shit! He'd been surfing for six hours. He'd thought sex with a man was like sex with a girl, just with different holes, less breast, and an additional penis in the mix. What he found was a whole other world. Stories, images, 'how-to's' and products concerning everything from sucking to rimming, fucking to fisting. Then there were the different lifestyles and all those could entail. Some of it turned him on, and other things just turned his stomach.

Regardless, he'd learned a whole lot. He laughed to himself, thinking he'd learned a lot more than Jamie probably wanted him to know. He discovered he was most likely a top and Jamie a bottom. He definitely had dominant tendencies and his boy was a total submissive... and a damn brat. 

He'd already known that last part.

One video featured a small guy that looked a bit like his Jamie, but a little older and with darker hair. Tied to a bed and teased until he'd begged to come, the man had been breathtaking. Sam watched it a few times, imagining doing something like that with Jamie. He thought his dick was going to blow without even touching himself, but he doubted he could talk Jamie into anything like that, yet. 

For now, he was satisfied that he had a plan of action, and knew when and where he was going to set it in motion. His folks and his granddad were going to be out of town this weekend, so he would have the house all to himself from Friday night until late Sunday night. Jamie wasn't going to know what hit him. All he needed to do now was to get Jamie there.

With some flavored lube.

Jamie buttoned his shirt and stuck his tongue out at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. No matter what shirt he tried on or how he brushed his hair, the same shaggy dork stared back at him. He had no idea why he was freaking out. Surely Sam wasn't going to expect him to look any different just because they were going on a date. Jamie sighed, admitting to himself that it was not his appearance that had him worried. It was how they were going to spend their time at Sam's home alone later that had his stomach tied in knots.

Jamie took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and nodded. He wanted whatever was going to happen tonight. For the last couple of days, Sam kept him hard with vague hints spoken in his dark, sexy voice of what he was going to do to Jamie when he got him alone. Not even the few snide comments from random judgmental assholes or the dirty looks from girls who had been after Sam could kill Jamie's excitement, or his hard-on.

He was a man, and it was time he started acting like one. He turned and walked determinedly to the bathroom door, then screamed like the little bitch he truly was. His mom was leaning in the doorway with a smile on her face. Oh fuck. Could she read his thoughts? Did she see his every dark desire in his eyes?

"Hi, Mom." Jamie winced at how his voice squeaked. His mom just shook her head and laughed.

"You look nice, but you forgot something, Baby." She stepped behind him and grabbed the bottle of cologne that she bought him for Christmas. She opened it and dabbed a little on his neck. She grunted when she grazed the fading hickey Sam had given him that rainy afternoon in the big old car.

"Jamie, you're a young man now, and I don't expect..." she paused as she put the bottle back on the shelf. She took a shuddering breath and started again. "I don't expect you to be a monk. You're a good boy and having sex is not going to change that. As long as you're safe and this boy is good to you, I'm not going to freak out if you and he fu-"

"Oh...oh crap, Mom. Please, I'm begging you, don't say anything else." Jamie waved his hands wildly in front of him. "Really, I get it. We're okay. If you say anything more to me about sex, though, I might never get it up again!"

They both froze and stared at each other.

"Oh my God. Did I just say 'get it up' to you?" Jamie groaned. His mom doubled over in laughter, and of course at that moment, the doorbell rang. They both froze again, staring at each other, then Jamie bolted for the door with his mom hot on his heels. She caught up to him just as he reached the door, yanking him behind her by his belt. Jamie sighed in defeat.

Oh great.

The doorbell isn't going to ring itself, dumb ass.

Sam didn't remember ever feeling this nervous picking a girl up for a date. Once he thought about it, though, he realized he'd never actually picked a girl up for a date before. He just hooked up with them at parties, met up with them somewhere to make out, or in the case of the cougars, slipped into their houses after making deliveries for the garden center. It was more than that alone that caused him to hesitate. He wanted tonight to go well - for himself, but especially for Jamie. Sam had never been anyone's first for anything, but he was almost certain he was Jamie's first for every fucking thing. Talk about performance anxiety. Sam wiped his clammy hands on his jeans and rang the doorbell.

He frowned when he heard more than one set of footsteps running to the door. He had his eyes lowered to where he expected his boy's face to be. When the door opened, he was staring at a set of breasts instead. 

Holy shit! It's an Amazon. 

A very toned, vaguely familiar Amazon, who looked as if she could and maybe wanted to put a hurting on him. He gave her his best grin and tried to place how he knew her.

"You're Frank's boy, aren't you? I'm Jan Bayer, Jamie's mom." She reached out to shake his hand. Damn, the woman had a grip! No wonder the imp's mom terrified him. She could probably tie the little shit in a knot without ever breaking a sweat. What word had he used to describe her? Sam's brain scrambled madly and struck on it: fearsome. Oh yeah.

"Yes ma'am, I'm Sam Bricker. I thought I delivered here before when I dropped Jamie off the other day. It's nice to meet you." Her eyes narrowed as Sam winced inwardly, remembering that she'd learned from Casey about his and Jamie's make out session in the driveway. Her mouth opened, but Jamie knocked her aside before she could say anything.

"We're going to head out now, Mom. Loveyoubye!" Jamie grabbed Sam's arm and proceeded to try and drag him off the porch.

"Hold up there, you little shit," his mom said, laughing. How about that? She called Jamie a little shit, too. "Have your narrow ass home by 12:30. And you," she jabbed a finger in Sam's direction, scowling, "you take good care of my boy or your dad will need one of those backhoes to find your body." Her face morphed into a huge smile. "Have fun boys!" The door slammed, and Sam stared at it in shock.

"I don't know if I'm terrified or turned on," Sam breathed. Jamie punched him in the ribs and continued to drag him toward the car.

"Let's go, you big pervert, before she comes back out."

As they pulled up to Sam's house, Jamie wished he'd agreed to the movie Sam had suggested before coming here. His anxiety level had steadily risen during dinner, and he was back to feeling like he wasn't ready for this, even though he knew he was. They only killed an hour eating pizza, and now they had several hours to do...well, whatever the hell Sam had planned for them to do before Jamie's curfew.

Earlier, a few of Sam's track buddies stopped by their table during dinner. They didn't even bat an eye when Jamie was introduced as Sam's boyfriend. For the most part, Jamie's life at school had been easier than he expected after the situation with his sister's enormous mouth and that damn video. He didn't know why he wasn't catching more shit from people at school. He figured it was probably because of Sam, and how matter-of-fact, not to mention cool, he was about their relationship. After all, who was going to argue with the big guy?

In the dark, Jamie couldn't tell much about the exterior of Sam's house except that it was massive. The entry to the house was a large A-frame structure comprised primarily of windows and heavy timbers. He could see that the rest of the property branched off to either side, but could not make out much detail other than the vague sense of more wood and some stone work. Jamie followed Sam through the front door and paused to admire the large foyer and great room. The peak of the ceiling rose about thirty feet or so, with an open loft at the back of the room. Under the loft, windows traveled the length of the wall. The interior was rustic with exposed timbers and a stone fireplace. After turning in a slow circle, Jamie faced Sam, who was watching Jamie take it all in and smiling.

"Wow, this is beautiful. I think my whole house could fit in this room." Jamie laughed, giving Sam a big smile. "What's under the loft? From down here it looks as if the house ends where the loft begins." Jamie moved closer to the windows, noticing that some of them were French doors. He could only see his reflection in the glass. He pressed his head against the glass, cupped his hands around his eyes, and peered out into the darkness. Now he could see that the underside of the loft was the ceiling of a large outdoor patio, with seating and a gigantic hot tub.

"There's a pool out there, too." Jamie jumped as Sam spoke right in his ear. The larger man's body pressed against his back, Sam's heat seeping through Jamie's clothes to spread across his body like a wonderful, warm living blanket. "I was thinking we could strip down to our boxers and relax in the hot tub." Sam's lips brushed along the nape of Jamie's neck, his voice a soft rumble. Jamie shivered as chills ran down his spine. He'd never known his neck was so sensitive until Sam came along.

"I, uh, I'm not wearing any underwear." Fuck! Why did he blurt that out? Sam's mouth on his neck must have short-circuited his brain.

"Perfect! That will save us some time." Sam chuckled, his arms coming around Jamie's sides as he went for Jamie's belt buckle. Jamie's chills turned into full-body shakes, and an involuntary whimper of fear escaped him. He gasped for air as his lungs seized. Sam's hands moved away from his belt and he pulled Jamie tight into his body.

"Shh, Baby Boy, just calm down," Sam said. He began to sway back and forth soothingly, rocking Jamie gently in his arms. Long minutes passed as Sam nuzzled his boy and thought about how to proceed. "We don't have to do anything tonight. We can just hang out and watch movies or play video games. Whatever you want."

"NO! No, I want to do this. I'm sorry I'm spazzing. I-I just - It's just - I don't know what I'm supposed to do. What if I suck at this? Uh, not that 'suck.' I mean not that I won't. Suck, that is. Crap! I think once we get going I'll calm down. The hot tub sounds great." Jamie's words ran together in one gigantic rush.

Sam buried his face in Jamie's neck to stifle his laughter, raising one hand to cover Jamie's runaway mouth. Once Sam got his snickers under control he lifted his eyes to meet Jamie's in the reflection of the window.

"Okay, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, and you're going to be quiet. If I ask you a question, you just nod or shake your head, understand?" Jamie nodded. "Good. Do you trust me?" Nod. "Are you sure you want to continue?" Nod. "Here's how it's going to go then: you don't have to worry about doing anything. To make it even easier, you don't do anything unless I tell you to do it, okay?" Pause...nod.

"Keep your eyes on mine, focus on my voice, and just let everything happen... nice and slow. Sound good?" Deep breath...nod.

Sam tucked Jamie close to his body, so the boy's head fit right under his chin. He kept their eyes locked together in the reflection of the dark glass as he slowly brought his hands up to cup Jamie's shoulders. He squeezed briefly, then ran his hands up and down Jamie's arms. 

"See, easy as can be." After a long time, he felt Jamie's breathing and shakes ease. "Now, let's try again." He moved his hands up to rub slow circles across both collarbones, bringing his fingers together on the top button of Jamie's shirt. The smaller body pressed back into his tightly, and he wondered if Jamie could feel his erection. The act of being in control was flipping major switches in Sam.

Sam undid the first two buttons quickly, then lowered his hands, so he could try again to undo Jamie's belt. He moved slowly to give the boy time to protest. Jamie didn't respond other than to drop his eyes so that he could watch Sam's hands.

"Eyes back on mine, Jamie boy." Jamie obeyed and other than his now parted lips and slightly-panting breaths, he didn't seem to be in any distress. Sam watched those large brown eyes closely as he undid the belt and unhurriedly lowered the zipper. As he pulled Jamie's shirt free of the parted jeans, lust-blown pupils overtook the brown of those eyes. 

"You still with me, Baby?" Another nod, only slower and more deliberate this time. Sam worked the buttons of Jamie's shirt loose, his hands grazing over the satiny soft skin he revealed.

"Damn, that's nice. Your skin is so smooth over all those tight little muscles. I didn't get a chance to look the other day. So we're both gonna look now." Sam spoke softly as he eased Jamie's shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He rested his hands on the small waist, marveling at how close his hands were to touching each other. 

"Are you watching, Jamie?" Nod. He dragged his hands up, fingertips bumping along rippling stomach muscles. A rosy glow crept down from Jamie's face to cover his chest and stomach, and goosebumps bloomed over every bit of skin that Sam could see. "Feel good?" Nod.

The little pearly pink nipples pebbled as he closed in on them, and Jamie's pounding heartbeat visibly shook his chest. Sam barely brushed over the tiny nubs and Jamie's whole body jolted, as if he had set a live wire to the boy's skin. He circled his thumbs over the hardened peaks and desperate little sounds issued from the back of Jamie's throat.

Who knew a man's chest could be so sensitive?

Sam moved his head down to nuzzle the side of Jamie's neck, continuing to pinch and twist the reddening nipples. Jamie's eyes were wide his attention transfixed by their reflection in the window. Sam moved his mouth to one of Jamie's little shell-like ears, licking and biting the delicate lobe.

"Now," he whispered, "for a little test. I want to make you feel good, Jamie, because you're so sexy when you're hot for me. I found something that I think lights you up, but I need to be sure." He brought his left arm up and wrapped his hand around the front of Jamie's neck, rhythmically squeezing and caressing the thin, flushing column. He chuckled in satisfaction when the boy's hips jerked.

"My sexy baby," Sam growled. "You like my hand around your throat, don't you?" Jamie nodded, his hungry eyes locked on Sam's face. Sam used his grip to pull Jamie's head to the side, and he licked a warm, wet path to where Jamie's neck met his shoulder. He opened his mouth wide and bit down on the juncture, alternately laving and sucking on the flesh and muscle between his teeth. Jamie's hips were now in constant motion with uncontrollable undulations and desperate little thrusts.

"Your heart is beating like a scared, captured bird, but your dick is hard as stone isn't it, boy?" Sam asked, taunting him with both his words and his mouth as he moved those torturous lips away from Jamie's neck.

In the reflection of the window, Sam could clearly see the outline of Jamie's cock. Continuing to exploit Jamie's tender neck with his left hand, Sam rubbed his right in slow, meandering circles over Jamie's heaving torso. He concentrated his path closer and closer to Jamie's erection.

"What do we have here, hmm? We were so rushed the other day that I didn't get a good look. I remember it felt a bit bigger than I was expecting." Sam teased a finger along the edge of the partially-opened jeans. Jamie's erection twitched beneath the denim as a wet spot spread steadily across the material. A heavy musk permeated the air around them both, the heady combination of Jamie's lust and his rising passion. Sam inhaled deeply and moaned in Jamie's ear.

"I can smell how bad you want me to touch you. Hell, I can almost taste it. Ask me for it, Jamie. Beg me like you did last time." Sam met Jamie's gaze again in the reflection of the window. His baby's passion-filled eyes were nothing more than slits. Sam's fingertips dipped under the damp denim and barely grazed the edge of Jamie's wet-tipped, fiery-hot erection.

"Now, Jamie!"

"P-please, Sam... Oh, for fuck's sake, please touch me!" Jamie stood up on his tiptoes, trying to force Sam's hand onto him, but Sam's touch remained elusive, just out of reach. Using the hand he had on Jamie's neck, he turned the boy's face to his and stole a kiss. Jamie held nothing back and devoured Sam's mouth. Oh yeah, he had his baby right where he wanted him. He tightened his grip on Jamie's throat. Plunging his hand into Jamie's pants, he palmed as much of the boy's cock as he could.

"Let's get these pants off you, Baby," Sam whispered, reluctantly pulling away from those sweet lips. Jamie eagerly toed his shoes and socks off as Sam slid his low-rise jeans down his slim hips. Jamie leaned back into Sam and held onto the arm around his chest for support as he kicked his jeans off. Sam froze as he took in their reflection in the window. "That's got to be the hottest sight ever, Jamie," he breathed in awe.




One Little Bruise



Jamie flat-out fucking writhed under him. Sam had never seen or felt anything so fucking hot. That angelic face and the scalding hot flesh leaping through his fist were such a combination of innocence and wanton lust. His words, gasped like prayers or promises in a voice that was made for talking dirty -- the "please" and "oh god" and "more" -- all incoherent babble pouring from sweet, swollen lips to drive Sam even harder.

Suddenly the small body jackknifed in the seat, pulled taut as a bowstring, and liquid heat covered Sam's hand, exploding over Jamie's stomach, chest, and neck. Jamie fell back onto the seat, boneless, and Sam brought his hand to his own mouth, licking experimentally as those Bambi eyes watched in wonder. He groaned soundlessly at the taste and reached down to run a finger through a pool of the bitter sweetness on the narrow chest, bringing it up to his baby's lips. The boy just stared at him dumbly for a second until Sam growled, "Lick it clean." Jamie sucked in a shuddering breath and began to lap at Sam's finger.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

The refrain repeated over and over in Jamie's head as he stared up at the man above him. What the fuck is going on and how do I keep it from ending? He finished cleaning Sam's fingers and wondered wildly what was going to happen now. He soon found out when the possessed man dove down and ravaged his mouth again. Long legs slid wonderfully against his own as Sam straddled Jamie's lean hips. He heard the unmistakable rip of a zipper opening, then Sam groaned into Jamie's mouth as he rhythmically stroked his own erection. Jamie freed his mouth, desperate to get a look at Sam working his own cock, but the big bastard just growled at him and captured Jamie's lips again. He could hear the sounds of flesh against flesh as Sam rubbed frantically, wild for his own release.

Jamie wanted badly to be a part of that, and yanked and jerked at the shirt still restraining him. "Please, please Sam!" he begged, against the hungry lips on his. "I need to touch you!" 

Sam's unoccupied hand fumbled to release Jamie's bonds while continuing to stroke himself. Freed, Jamie shoved his hands down, one going into Sam's shirt to caress the rock-hard, lightly-furred chest, while the other continued further south to brush against the fat, dripping cock head. Sam jerked and moaned at Jamie's touch but never slowed in his stroking. Jamie reached even lower, first cupping and then rolling Sam's tight, hot balls... and that was it. The madman hovering over him howled, and then burning streams of ejaculate were striping Jamie.

Oh hell yeah.

Sam collapsed. He had just enough control left to keep from crushing his Jamie boy. He nuzzled and licked the skin of the slightly sweaty jaw and neck under his tongue as they both caught their breath. Moving as little as he could, he groped around for the towel he had given Jamie earlier and rubbed it over them weakly. He slipped himself back in his jeans and maneuvered them both so that he was sitting with the smaller body tucked in his lap. Breathing deeply and enjoying the scent of their sex, he gently finished cleaning and tucking Jamie's cock back in his pants, then laid his head back and rested for a second with his eyes closed, gathering his tumultuous thoughts. 

He raised his head back up and met Jamie's uncertain gaze. "I meant what I said. You're mine now."

His baby studied him thoughtfully, then after a moment gave one emphatic nod. "O..." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Okay."

"No more hanging out with Trey, and doing whatever the fuck you thought you two were doing." 

Jamie's eyes went all confused and troubled.

"What the hell are you talking about? Trey's becoming a really good friend and we'll have the psychology project finished this weekend. You're super-fucking hot and everything, and I hope this can go somewhere, but just because you're my...well... first and all doesn't mean I'm going to let you dictate who my friends are."

Now it was Sam's turn to be confused. "Project? Is that the reason you were hanging out with him? A fucking project?" 

Jamie nodded. 

"What about the hickey then?" 

Jamie stared at him for a moment then burst out laughing.

"I swear that pinch might be the best thing my sister's ever done for me." 

After a few minutes of explanation, and several minutes of laughter, Sam had to agree with him.

A heartfelt thanks to my editors:

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First Edit: edthe3rd2003

Final Edit: WickedWendyDru