5

LUTHER 

I linger in the bathroom minutes after Marlon has left. 

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I have to slap myself a few times to make sure that I am not in a dream or something. 

Did Marlon Gustave just kiss me? Did he just touch me and get me yearning for more?

This has never been something that I have experienced in my life. I've been gay for as long as I have remembered, but I've never even kissed a boy before. 

A girl? Yes, but that's a whole other different story. 

After staying in the bathroom for close to ten minutes, I decide to pick up the pieces of myself and return back to the classroom. 

I look like I have had an encounter with a horrific, brain eating monster in the bathroom. 

As soon as my ass touches my chair, when Bernice reaches out to rub my back.

“Are you okay, Luther? You look like you encountered a ghost.” She whispers to me. 

At this point, I am slightly irritated by her, so I subtly swat her hand away. “Nothing, Bernice, I think I'm just feeling a little tired.” 

But she don't give up. “Did Marlon say anything nasty to you? Is he picking on you again? I can go tell him off right now if you want…” 

My heart jumps as soon as she mentions his name. 

She is the only one I told about the time he causally punched me, but I also told her to keep it a secret because I didn't want to get the school authority involved. 

I also didn't tell her about my revenge, because I was determined to keep myself as protected as possible. 

“Bernice, it has nothing to do with him.” 

“Alright then, I will give you a drive home after school.” She concludes. 

I sigh as I drop my head on my desk. Maybe I am being too hard on her, my only friend…

I know I can't prove it, but Marlon is definitely staring at me. 

*******

Trying to hide my persistent boner from Bernice almost frustrated the hell out of me. 

As soon as she steps out of the car, I dash towards the door as I yell goodbye to her. 

“Don't forget to send me the answers to the math assignment, okay? See you tomorrow!” 

She drives off like a psycho. 

Our old house is gradually taking a habitable form, and it's all because of my mother. 

She is a home maker, and a very good one at that. It's sad that all the men she ever loved were terrible people.

She has placed a sticky note on the refrigerator, and I tear it off with one swift move of hand. 

Her words are short and cute. She will be working at the diner till the early hours of the morning, so she left me cold pizza. 

I sigh as I make my way up the creaking stairs. There is only one bathroom, right between my mum's room and mine. 

I drop my bag and begin to take off my clothes. I won't be able to conduct myself with this sinful budge in my pants. 

Cupping my erection in my hands, I step into the cold shower and shudder. “Fuck…” 

The water washes over me, from the top of my head down to the soles of my feet, but my hard on is as straight as a ruler. 

I've had erections before, it's all part of being a growing boy, but this one seems like it's a curse to me. Why won't it just go away. 

I slowly run my hand over the length, and I have to immediately dig my hands into the wall to steady myself. 

I almost levitated off the floor with the kind of pleasure I felt from that slight touch. 

I steady my feet and repeat the motion, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. 

Marlon, I imagine him pushing me against the wall and kissing my lips. His strong hands gripping my crotch, his– 

“Fuck,” I can't do this. It feels so wrong. 

What have I turned into, masturbating in the bathroom because my bully kissed me? 

I can't even believe myself for giving him my address and also believing that he would actually come. 

For all I know, this might be one of his sick jokes. I've seen him with the girls and how he interacts with his boys. How can Marlon Gustave be gay? 

I spend a little more time in the shower, it barely does anything for the erection, but I guess that's what I get for being such a lustful bastard. 

I go into my room, eat my cold pizza, do my assignments, and at exactly ten o'clock, I decide that it's time for me to go to bed. 

My eyes are blinking in the darkness as a tightness stalks my throat. He didn't come. What a fool I was to believe his words. 

I can't believe that I was so lonely that I put more meaning to Marlon Gustave kissing me in the bathroom. 

I chew my lips and beat myself up on the account of my stupidity, and that's how I slowly drift to sleep. 

It's easy because it's a cold night, and mum is not home to play her old music on the stereo. 

I don't know how long I've been asleep for, but then I hear a sound like someone is prying at my window, and then a loud thud. 

“Oh my God, we are getting attacked!” That's what I think to myself as I fling the blanket and grab the baseball bat I keep close to my bed. 

“Hey, hey, don't! Don't even dare hit me again!” The shadow person throws their hands in the air. 

That voice is very familiar. Too familiar. I immediately switch on the bulb, and he winces because the lights blind him at first. 

“Marlon?” My jaw drops to the ground. 

“Yes, it's me. I did say I was coming, didn't I?” He rubs his eyes. 

I can't believe mine. He actually came!