Masuk52. MARLONThe next couple of days are uneventful. Luther and I don't talk at all in class, but hey, at least we are not fighting anymore.He still insists that he wants to become a little independent, but I'm not thinking about that right now...This is one of those times that I make it to school a few minutes before the bell goes off. Everyone is staring, pointing at me stylishly, as I walk past. It's not uncommon for them to stare, but it's kind of intense because they are acting like they didn't see me yesterday. "Hey!" My sister appears in her smart nurse uniform. Before I could say anything to her, she smacks me in the back of my head and pulled my lollipop out of my mouth. "How many times have I told you to eat healthy?" She clicks her teeth, but then, she sticks it in her mouth. "May, I swear, why don't you just get your own lollipop? You almost pulled out my bloody teeth." I complain. "Do you have any idea why these losers are staring at me?" "The scouts are here." M
51. LUTHER Call me a horny bastard, but I miss having his dick in my mouth. Why can't we not fight? Why can't we stop getting on each other's nerves? "Ahhh, that's it," his groan makes my own dick stirs. He has no idea what he keeps doing to me. His strong fingers go through my hair, and push his dick deeper down my throat. Maybe it's the alcohol, but he has been a little aggressive tonight. I don't mind it, I'm a little kinky like that, and I also know that he won't do anything to hurt me. He won't do anything I don't want to. "Jesus, Luth, I'm close," he sucks in air between his teeth. "I feel like my soul is about to leave my body."And that's when I let him out of my mouth and crawl up to the bed. His warm lips reach for mine before I can. That's how thirsty he is for me too. "I can't– I can't wait any longer." He whispers as he turns me around. My back muscles tense up, and I bury my face in the pillow. "Ohhh..." A suppressed moan escapes my tensed lips. "Be quiet,
LUTHER “Happy Valentine's day!” My mother has just walked in with a cheap cake, which she drops on the kitchen Island, beside my bowl of cereal. Nothing to be alarmed about, I'm weird like that. Sometimes I take cereal after school, instead of thinking about what to cook for lunch. “Happy Valentine's Day, mum,” I murmur as I look down at my soggy cereals. “you haven't even started your new job yet and you are spending all the rest of your money.” She drag a sigh as she takes out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. “Please, don't give me shit for buying a ten dollar cake.” She sits facing me directly, and she sticks two disposable spoons into the small sized cake. This gesture brings back a lot of memories, and I find myself smiling. It's like I'm ten again, and I'm watching Jurassic Park with mum, and sharing a whole cake. Normally, it would be a treat because it'd be my birthday. I push my bowl away, and join my mother to dig into the cake. The actual cake itself is sm
MARLON “Marlon, what are you doing?!” My sister barg into my room with steam blowing out of her nose. I'm standing in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of my jacket, and checking if my hair is smooth enough. “Oh, hey, May, I was just going to ask you to choose a tie for me.” I hold up two ties. “The green, or the maroon.” She slaps my hand away from her face and growls in mine. It's been a while since my sister has been this mad. She is a very nice and sweet person, most of the time. “What's the problem, Marlon? I helped you to find that restaurant so that you can have some private and quality time with Luther, but Bernice has just called me in excitement about how she is going on a date with you?” She folds her eyes and press her tongue against the side of her cheek. “Please, tell me that's not true!” I sigh and return to the mirror. I have chosen the maroon tie, and I'm struggling to knot it. “Luther doesn't want to go anywhere with me. Dad took his mother's job, and
48. MARLON Luther! That slut has been flirting with someone else. I'm not overreacting, but why would anyone get him a rose for Valentine's day if it wasn't true? I mentally write all the lists of ‘suspicious’ males in the school, and I start a full blown investigation all in my head. I weigh the chances of them being interested in Luther, and if it doesn't make sense, I cross out their name (all in my head, of course). Will, my best friend, walks to the desk next to mine and snaps his finger at the boy, who immediately vacates, and he settles in with a tired sigh. “What's the matter with you, Marlon? You've been acting off all morning,” he points out, moving the toothpick in his mouth with his tongue. “I don't know, I'm just in a shitty mood.” I huff. “Is that why you were seen talking to Luther Wayne this morning?” He chuckle. “I thought you kind of hated the guy? Didn't he try to take your eye out the other time?” I snort as I point at Luther's textbook on my desk. “I was
LUTHER Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight. “Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake. His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it. “Um, so you know who sent it to you?” “What the hell are you talking about, I don't! I'm like the only openly gay person in this school,” I snort leaves my mouth, and I almost smack myself in the face. Why does everything that leaves my mouth feels like I'm mocking Marlon? “Well, looks like you have an admirer, Luther. I hope you're happy, I tried.” His lips thins. He reaches into my locker and pulls out a random textbook and walks away. I'm standing awkwardly with the flower in my hand, looking at everyone who is staring. This is the longest that Marlon has ever spoken to me in school, and I'm sure they are wondering why the macho hockey star is speaking to the pathetic gay boy. Bernice is also standing in th







