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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Simon_vs._the_Homo_Sapiens_Agenda_-_Becky_Albertalli
  Relationship:
      Simon_Spier/Martin_Addison
  Character:
      Simon_Spier, Martin_Addison, Abby_Suso
  Additional Tags:
      I'm_not_sorry, I_Wrote_This_For_Fun, I_love_this_book, Gay_Jokes,
      spongebob_references
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-04 Words: 1416
****** That was Unexpected ******
by Katherino
Summary
     Martin’s Brother isn’t the only gay in the family
Notes
     This starts during gender bender day and branches off into it’s own
     little thing from there.
I walk my gay ass out of English with Abby at my side, I try to keep up a
conversation with her as I make an attempt to increase our speed. I don’t know
why Martin wearing a cheerleading uniform for gender bender makes me so
uncomfortable, I just know I want to be as far away from him as possible right
now.
But since I’m with Abby and I still haven’t really managed to hold up my end of
the bargain, or rather, blackmail, Martin strolls up on my right side. Seeing
his legs sticking out from that skirt gives me the willies and I move closer to
Abby to create more space.
“Hey Spier, can we talk over there?” he asks as he points toward a small corner
in the hallway where the wave of students isn't walking. “It’ll just take a
sec, then you can get back to whatever.”
I sigh and follow him to the unoccupied space, what does monkey’s asshole need
now? Is he going to harass me again, threatening to expose my sexual identity
and the existence of Blue? He could ruin everything if he posts those emails, I
would have to crawl into a hole and just stay there the rest of my life.
Once we are away from everyone else, he turns to face me. “Look, I think it
would be in both of our best interests if we speed this process up a little.”
That means it’s time for me to do what he says or he’ll do the job. I give my
head a mental slap once again for allowing myself to get into this situation.
Isn’t one of the first rules of being a closeted gay to not leave your secret
gay emails to your secret gay lover open on a school computer? Man, I’m really
bad at being gay.
“What do you mean?” I try to sound like I’m bored. I mean there are so many
better things I could be doing. I wish I was anywhere but here with Martin in
that really short skirt and those gross legs.
“I mean we should have a get-together, you, me, and Abby. Tell her that we’re
all gonna hang at my place this Friday. And Simon? If she can’t come, you
should just come over anyway.” He puts his hands on each my shoulders, I think
this is some sort of intimidation tactic. If it is, it’s working.
“Y-yeah, I’ll see if she can come.” Did I just fucking stutter? I never stutter
like that. God now Martin probably thinks I’m a-fucking-fraid of him or
something. If I’m ever do come out, I don’t wanna be a weak gay. Weak gays have
inferior genes and deserve to die.
~*~*~*~
When Friday rolls around, I wish I hadn’t agreed to hang out with Martin. How
could I forget the homecoming gayme was this Friday? Of course Abby can’t come,
she’s a cheerleader. She can’t exactly skip out on one of the biggest gaymes of
the year.
I can’t get out of it, though. Adderall still has my gay emails, and I would
rather die than have him out me in front of the entire school. Guess I’m stuck
in hell for the evening.
Despite my being gay, I ring the doorbell. I hear shuffling coming from inside
before someone answers.
I come face to face with the bane of my existence.
“Nice to see ya Spier, and sorry about the whole homecoming thing. I should
really know more about the girl I’m crushing on, huh?”
I stare at him in annoyance, there’s no reason we should be hanging out. I
mean, I’m gay. What were we even gonna do?
“Why don’t you come one in? My parents are out on a date night, but they left
me some money for pizza.” He moves to the side of the doorway and gestures for
me to come inside.
I make my way to the living room and sit down on the couch, Martin starts to
join me but slips and tumbles to the floor, what a nerd.
“Hey, can you help me up? I think I twisted my ankle.” I sigh at his words, it
couldn’t be that bad.
I walk towards where Martin is laying on the floor, but before I can get to him
I find myself in his same conditions and falling on the floor.
On top of him.
I get the same anxious feeling that I had on Tuesday. There are also feelings
of betrayal, how could I be here, now, when Blue was probably at the football
gayme thinking of me? I had to get out of this situation, I just had to.
Sadly, Martin didn’t give me the chance, he connected our lips. I start to kiss
back before I truly can grasp the situation.
Once I do, I pull back. Martin stares at me in confusion, what would Blue think
if he was here right now? But then I realize;
Blue isn’t here right now.
It’s not like Blue and I are dating or anything, and it would be nice to be
allowed my gay dreams just once……
“Bro?” Martin interrupts my thoughts, and I lunge at him. Starting to kiss him
again before I can think about it much more.
He starts to caress my sides as we embrace. I let a soft whine escape my throat
as our tongues collide. I begin to pull away again, I move toward Martin’s ear
and whisper:
“No homo?”
He chuckles before leaning into my ear. “Yes homo,” he says.
Instead of returning to kissing, I decide it is time to take care of the
demanding bulges in both of our pants. Martin seems to have the same idea and
begins to take off his clothes, the pain in his ankle long forgotten.
Once we are both good, gay, and naked, we go to sit on the couch. I see that
Martin has a sizeable cock of 17 inches, how the fuck does he keep it in his
pants? Actually?
He gives me a once over as well, I blush. I really thought this situation would
happen with Blue, not the guy blackmailing me.
“Y-you’re stunning,” he says. That only makes me blush more. I can’t even look
at him now….
I gasp as he takes hold of my cock, his fingers grazing over it with nerves and
inexperience. I do the same to him, trying to appear more confident as I firmly
grasp it. He lets out a cry of desire and I have an urge to go faster. His hips
thrust into my hand as he gets more comfortable, letting myself enter into a
world of ecstasy.
I start to close my eyes as we both get closer, focusing on the sound of
Martin’s moans. I can’t believe this is Martin fucking Addison, the class clown
who would sell himself down the river for a laugh. I’ve hated this guy the past
few weeks and now he’s giving me a handjob.
His thumb flicks over my slit and I let out another ecstatic moan. At this
point ALL the precum is coming out of our dicks, the real stuff is on its way.
“Oh, god Simon,” Martin pants.
“Yeah,” is all I could think of in response.
“I-I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Neither can I.”
Both of our paces increase to the max, as if it is a competition to see who
comes first. I feel my senses overload and my muscles tense with the sensation
of release. I hear a Martin reach his high as well, cum spurting all over his
torso.
Once our breathing returns to normal, Martin turns to me and speaks.
“Um… so what do we do now-” he’s cut off by the sound of a garage door opening.
His parents are home.
We both race to put on our clothes, Martin rushes me to the back of the house
and tells me to leave through the kitchen window “Your house isn’t far from
here, right? Just walk and you’ll be home soon. I’ll take care of stuff here.”
I wiggle through the window as fast as I can, jumping the Addison’s back fence
to finish making my escape.
Once I am a good few blocks away and going in the direction of my house, I take
the time to think about the Martin Addison I met tonight. The version of Martin
Addison I like.
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