Colton Haynes as
K.J. Apa as
Owen's head fell back against the hard, cold, damp cement wall of the tiny janitor closet. His hands grasped desperately at the wooden shelves next to him, trying to find something to hold onto so he could maintain some sort of balance before his knees gave way.
"Relax, Owen, fuck."
After losing his virginity at the tender age of 15, Owen thought he knew everything there was to know about sex. He still remembered the name of the girl he banged at the house party that Jason had dragged him and his brother to that summer night.
Her name was as bland as her pussy.
Owen had no interest in fucking the 16-year old brunette who only ever wore her hair in pigtails. But Jason had been determined to 'get his boy laid' and Owen wondered if sex with another person was more satisfying than jacking off with his own hand.
It was not.
At least Sue was happy. At least he assumed so since she went around telling the whole school about it.
Since then, Owen had to endure solicitation for sex from several girls at a time.
Some he entertained. Some he abhorred.
He chalked it up to his divided taste between boys and girls. His cravings fluctuated like a pregnant woman in her second trimester.
Owen was never one to be ashamed about his fluid sexuality.
When your brother offs your father for being an abusive homophobic piece of shit, everything else seems less... complicated.
Sure there were bullies, as was always. But Owen was well-prepared for that.
Since he was 8.
School became boring. School was a chore. Few people left him satisfied.
Owen always figured his greatest sexual experience would be at a romantic hotel with three different girls, laying naked on a heart-shaped bed ready to fuck him into oblivion.
He never would have imagined it'd be from getting his dong slobbered by the hottest guy in school and the captain of the soccer team in the janitor's closet during 8th period when he was supposed to be taking his Algebra test.
"Holy fuck. Holy shit. Ooooh gooood..."
Owen was embarrassed at the fact that he couldn't stop himself from reacting the way he was. He was never this vocal during any prior sexual activities. Yet Alfie had him singing praises like he was part of a church choir.
Owen impatiently sifted his fingers into Alfie's soft, auburn hair. His head moving to a beautiful rhythm as his warm mouth completely encased his manhood. His tongue lavished his sensitive jewels before running under the length of his shaft and swallowing him whole again.
This felt surreal.
Owen had no choice but to assume he was fucking the devil.
That intense warm feeling ignited a heated fire in his groin that shot all the way down his legs to his toes.
"Come for me, baby..."
Every time Alfie spoke, it sent a shiver down Owen's spine. He had never met a person that made him want to jump into his pants just from saying 'hi.'
Alfie was like a drug and Owen had no intentions of curbing his addiction.
Owen's lips parted as he breathed shakily feeling Alfie's hands firmly grip his buttocks provoking him to finally shoot his load.
His orgasms were consistently messy. But Alfie never left a drop.
Stars is what he saw. His ears ringing a dull tune as he tried to come back to earth.
His eyes fluttered, trying to adjust back to his reality as he saw Alfie stand to his feet and wipe his mouth.
"Anyone ever tell you how fucking good you taste," Alfie smirked.
A wide grin split Owen's face as he grabbed Alfie's neck and impatiently pulled him towards him for an intense kiss. His tongue slipped through Alfie's lips, immediately tasting himself on his tongue.
Before either men could get further into their kiss, the bell rang.
Owen sighed with frustration as Alfie reluctantly pulled back.
"Cockblocked by the bell," Alfie grinned.
"Fuck the bell," Owen said eagerly grabbing Alfie's shirt and pulling him forward.
But Alfie grabbed Owen's wrist, stopping him from kissing him.
"I can't have you miss another class because of me," Alfie said. "If you flunk, I'll never forgive myself."
Owen raised an amused brow and smirked at Alfie. "Look at you pretending to give a damn about your side piece."
Alfie rolled his eyes. "I know we're just fucking, but that doesn't mean I want you to fail your classes. That would be irresponsible of me as your upperclassman."
Owen scoffed as he pushed Alfie back and pulled up his own pants.
"Please, I'm the smartest motherfucker at this school. I'm just here because the state says I have to be."
"That's what I love most about you, babe. Your humility," Alfie said sarcastically.
Owen instinctively felt his throat tighten.
There was that word again.
He didn't mean it that way. It's just... an expression.
Alfie quickly cleared his throat as he diverted his eyes. "We should probably go."
"Right.." Owen said rubbing the back of his neck. "See you after school?"
"I have soccer practice," Alfie sighed.
"Right... it's cool..." Owen said moving past him. "I'll see you when I see you then, I guess."
Owen went to leave the small closet when he felt Alfie grab his arm.
Alfie's eyes trailed from Owen's chest up to his lips before finally locking eyes with him.
"After practice, can I come over?"
Owen raised a curious brow.
"I'm doing a piss job in geometry... could use a tutor," Alfie shrugged.
Owen couldn't help the grin on his face.
"...my tutoring services aren't for free, Marcs."
Alfie smirked as he immediately leaned in pushing his lips against Owen's.
"Dude! What the fuck?! I had that!"
"Dude! What the fuck?! I had that!"
"Oh please! You ain't had shit!"
Jason sucked his teeth as he shoved Tyler so hard in the shoulder, Tyler nearly fell off of the couch.
"Don't be mad just cause you suck at this game," Tyler teased.
"Oh fuck you," Jason said flipping him off.
Jason stood from the couch and walked to the kitchen to grab a can of coke. He cracked it open and went to take a sip when he paused.
"Owen's back from school... and he brought that redheaded fucker," Jason said looking out the window.
"Alfie? Shit, I thought they broke up," Tyler said.
"How could they have broken up if they were never together?" Jason said.
Tyler sucked his teeth. "I don't trust this guy."
"Chill, Ty. They're just fucking..."
"Yea, but this is the longest person he's been with... what if it turns into something serious and Owen ends up getting hurt?" Tyler said worriedly.
Jason turned around and exchanged concerned looks with Tyler when the door opened.
Owen walked in laughing with Alfie behind him when he saw his brother sitting on the couch and Jason half in the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," Owen smiled. "You guys remember Alfie."
Alfie gave an awkward smile as he looked at Tyler. "Don't you go to our school?"
"Sometimes," Tyler said flatly.
"...okay..." Alfie said scratching his head.
"He does, but Ty gets into trouble so much, he spends more time being suspended than actually attending," Owen explained.
"Fuck that school," Tyler snapped.
"Fuck the institution," Jason said giving Tyler a head nod. "The education system is a fucking sham. Students are only provided the quality of education the government deems them worthy of by their level of income. Poor kids get screwed while rich kids get by on daddy's dime. They can take that shit and shove it up their scrotum."
Alfie blinked at Jason stunned.
"Our family's anti-establishment if you haven't noticed," Owen grinned.
"You guys sound like anarchists," Alfie joked.
"Why thank you!" Jason said dramatically as he put his hand to his chest. "It's been my life long dream to fuck the government with a 12-inch pole."
"14-inch," Tyler grinned.
"Eeesh! Ty! Baby boy! Don't get crazy now!" Jason said dramatically as Tyler laughed and Owen rolled his eyes.
Alfie blinked at them confused when Owen hit him gently in the chest.
"Can I get you a drink?" Owen asked.
"Uh... sure," Alfie said.
Tyler watched Owen disappear into the kitchen before he looked at Alfie.
"So what exactly are your intentions with my brother?" Tyler said quickly.
"Are we doing good cop, bad cop, already, Ty?" Jason grinned as he sipped his drink.
"Ignore him. Answer me," Tyler said glaring at Alfie. "What do you want with him? Are you just fucking him?"
"I thought that was obvious," Alfie chuckled nervously.
"Damn this motherfucker bold," Jason snickered.
"Jason, shut the hell up," Tyler snapped as he looked at Alfie again. "Listen, let's get something straight. Anyone who fucks with my brother has to deal with me. Got it?"
"Umm..." Alfie said before Owen walked back into the living room holding two drinks and a bag of chips.
"Ready?" Owen asked when he noted the concerned look on Alfie's face. "What's wrong?"
Owen looked at Tyler and sighed. "Ty... did you threaten him?"
"No," Tyler scoffed.
"Sure did," Jason said propping his feet up on the table.
"Dammit, Ty," Owen groaned as he looked at Alfie. "Ignore him. He's crazy."
"I'm not crazy, I'm just looking out for you," Tyler said. "Remember what happened with that guy on the basketball team who tried to mess with you?"
"You broke his face," Owen said flatly.
"He broke his face?" Alfie said startled.
"Hell yea he broke his face!" Jason said. "Had the poor fucker looking like the Elephant Man. It was bad. Had him sipping from a straw for 3 weeks."
"You're exaggerating," Tyler said.
"Yea, it was more like 6 weeks," Owen said tapping his chin.
"There we go," Jason said.
"Alright!" Tyler snapped. "Point is... I'm protective of my little brother-"
"Little brother? Bitch, we're the same height!" Owen scoffed.
"So don't hurt him," Tyler said ignoring Owen. "I mean it."
"Okay, that's enough," Owen said grabbing Alfie's arm and leading him to the stairs. "See you guys later."
Tyler watched them walk up the stairs before he let out a frustrated sigh.
"You feel better now, crazy ass," Jason asked.
"Shut up..." Tyler muttered.
"...sorry about that..."
Alfie plopped himself down on Owen's bed, running his fingers over the soft sheets. He looked up at Owen leaning against the bedroom door.
"Sorry about what?" Alfie asked.
Owen nudged with his head. "My brother... he can be a little..."
Alfie chuckled. "You don't need to apologize for that. He's just looking out for you. I wish my own brother cared about me like that."
Owen gave Alfie a sad smile. "Does he know? That you're-"
"Gay?" Alfie smiled. "If he did, I'd probably be six-feet under by now."
Owen diverted his eyes as his lips turned down into a frown.
"You get it right?" Alfie said. "I'm doing it out of self-preservation. That's why I can't be seen in public with you."
Owen looked at Alfie. A question flickering in his eyes.
"Or anyone else?" Owen asked.
"..anyone else?" Alfie asked confused.
"I'm assuming you're fucking other guys," Owen said. "Since we're... you know... not a thing."
Owen saw Alfie's look of confusion slowly transition into a teasing smirk.
He hated when he would play with him like this.
"How many gay guys do you think go to this school?" Alfie laughed.
"14 so far," Owen replied.
Alfie looked at Owen startled.
"Don't ask me how I know," Owen said quickly.
"Pretty sure I can figure it out on my own," Alfie smirked as he lay back on Owen's bed.
Owen looked over Alfie to see his shirt slightly raised, exposing his finely sculpted abdomen.
"I have to fuck every girl on the cheerleading squad, volleyball team, and softball team just to make sure I'm not suspect and here you are getting both dick and pussy as you please," Alfie chuckled as he rested his arms behind his head.
"At an expense," Owen said walking towards the bed. "Half the school hates me. Including administration."
"And half the school wants to fuck you," Alfie said as he turned to look at Owen with a smirk. "Including administration."
Owen rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth as he sat down at his desk a few feet from the bed.
"You still didn't answer my question," Owen said.
Alfie searched Owen's eyes before a smile painted his face.
"It's just you..."
Owen looked at Alfie for a long serious moment.
Then he scoffed.
"Bitch, you lyin'."
Alfie immediately burst out laughing as he grabbed Owen's hand and pulled him towards the bed.
He sat up and moved back as Owen sat in front of him. Alfie laced his fingers with Owen's and looked down at their fingers locked together.
"Why do we get along so well?" Alfie said thoughtfully.
"Because you're a hoe and I'm a hoe doing hoe thangs," Owen shrugged with a smirk.
Alfie chuckled and shook his head. "I'm serious, Owen."
Owen's smirk fell away as he caught the look in Alfie's eyes.
"You're sweet. You're funny. You're smart as hell," Alfie said. "You've ruined everyone else for me..."
Owen raised a surprised brow. "Is this a proposal?"
"Smart ass," Alfie smirked as he wrapped his hand around the base of Owen's neck and pulled him in for a sensual kiss.
Owen slipped his tongue between Alfie's lips, his fingers entangling in his soft auburn hair as his body flushed against his.
Alfie's fingers teased the hem of Owen's shirt before eagerly peeling it from his torso.
"This study session is not going as planned," Owen snickered against Alfie's neck as he ran his tongue along his veins.
"It's going exactly as planned," Alfie teased as he immediately pulled his shirt off before pressing his bare chest against Owen's again.
"You're gonna flunk at this rate," Owen said pushing him back slightly.
"That's what I'm trying to do... fuck," Alfie said.
"I said flunk, genius!" Owen laughed.
"Oh," Alfie grinned at Owen's genuine laughter. "Who gives a shit."
Is it love?
Owen lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind swirling with a million and one thoughts.
He heard light snoring and looked to his right to see Alfie fast asleep.
He had stayed later than he intended. But Owen didn't mind.
Alfie was the first person that he could be... vulnerable with.
Shifting slightly on his side, Owen noted Alfie's features.
He was handsome.
And damn well knew how to fuck.
But there was something about him that made Owen feel... lonely.
He gently ran the pad of his fingers across Alfie's clavicle. His mind flashing to the way he peppered his cream-colored skin with soft kisses just moments prior.
Their fucking always seemed to transition to something more intense. More passionate.
Owen hated that word. Passion. It was indication to something more. Something he knew he couldn't get.
His light blue eyes lowered before he lay back down again, staring at the ceiling.
"I was enjoying that..."
Owen turned his head to the side to see Alfie smiling as his eyes slowly opened.
"Something sexy about you watching me while I sleep... creeper," Alfie teased.
"Shut up," Owen smirked as he stared at the ceiling again.
Alfie turned on his side, propping his hand underneath his head as he looked down at Owen.
"Something on your mind?" Alfie asked.
Alfie raised a curious brow.
"So you don't want to talk about it. That's fine."
Alfie lowered his mouth to Owen's chest and gently kissed around his nipple. Owen let out a breathless sigh as Alfie started kissing down Owen's chest and over his torso.
Alfie rolled on top of Owen, caging him between his arms as his lips continued their descent down his stomach. He tugged down the bed sheets until Owen was fully exposed.
He softly ran his lips over Owen's shaft when he heard Owen let out another frustrated sigh.
"...you sure don't wanna talk about it?" Alfie said looking up at him.
"Do you want me to make it better?"
Owen scoffed. "You can't."
Alfie furrowed his brow as Owen sat up on the bed to face him.
"You should go," Owen said looking him in the eye.
"...okay? Did I miss something between us fucking a few hours ago and now?" Alfie said confused.
"Yea... my senses," Owen scoffed again. He swallowed thickly and hesitated to speak. "Look... I thought I could do this shit but my dumb ass is out here catching feelings like a fucking moron."
Alfie looked at Owen surprised and it only made Owen's heart sink.
He hated that he was doing this. Completely exposing himself to a man he had given far too much of himself to. It only made sense to end it before he reached the point of no return.
"I no longer want the same thing as you," Owen said nonchalantly as he diverted his eyes. "I fucked up. Sorry. So I think we should just... call it quits. Coo?"
Alfie furrowed his brow and shook his head. "No. Not 'coo', Owen. You can't just cut me the fuck off-"
"My dick isn't a fucking drug, Alf-"
"I'm not just talking about the fucking sex!" Alfie blurted.
Owen glanced at Alfie to see his face had become slightly flushed as his pupils constricted.
"I like you... Owen. And instead of just cutting me off, we can talk about... where we see ourselves."
Owen sighed as he leaned his head back against the headboard.
"I'm talking about commitment, Marcs," Owen said.
Alfie smiled plainly. "I already told you... I've only been with you. And I only want... you."
Owen lowered his head and looked at him. "Exclusively mine?"
Alfie grinned. "Well I'm not a genius like you, but I'm pretty sure that's how most relationships work, babe."
"Polygamy is a thing, meathead," Owen smirked.
"Yea... not really my style," Alfie grinned as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Owen's.
Owen walked down the stairs with Alfie trailing him to see the living room was even livelier than when they left and it was already past midnight
Owen walked down the stairs with Alfie trailing him to see the living room was even livelier than when they left and it was already past midnight.
"Can you just sign the paper and not ask questions?" Mikayla said irritably as she leaned against the living room wall, tapping her foot anxiously.
"I mean I'd like to know just what the hell it is I'm signing, girl? I could be sellin' your little ass off to the Russian mafia for all I know? Can I at least read it first? Gotdamn!" Chuck said holding the paper up to the light as he squinted his eyes.
"You always have to make things so complicated!" Mikayla groaned. "I told you it's for a school trip. That's it!"
"If that's it, then why the hell can't I read it?" Chuck said.
"Cause she's hiding something," Tyler said from the couch as he continued playing video games with Jason.
"Yup. Definitely hiding something," Jason added with his eyes locked on the TV screen.
"Oh fuck you, assholes!" Mikayla snapped.
"Can I at least get some cliff notes?" Chuck said. "Why is this whited out? What the hell-?"
"Dad, seriously?!" Mikayla said stomping her feet impatiently.
"She's conning you, Chuck," Tyler said not moving his eyes from the screen. "She's probably applying for a job or something and needs your signature cause she's a minor."
"Oh... you could have just said that, darlin'," Chuck said leaning the paper against the wall to sign it. "Why didn't you start with that?"
"Because it's a job for the gentlemen's club off the corner of 32nd," Jason said tapping away at his controller. "One of her friends got a job there last week."
"What in the hell?!" Chuck blurted.
"JASON! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Mikayla snapped.
"Love you too, sis," Jason said without blinking.
Mikayla snatched the paper from her father. "Just forget it!"
"Mikayla, get back here!" Chuck shouted at her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she snapped at him.
Mikayla stormed up the stairs, nearly knocking into Owen and Alfie walking down.
"MOVE IT, ASSWIPE!" she said pushing past them.
"She seems... nice," Alfie said looking at Owen who rolled his eyes.
"That's Jason's twin sister. She's aspiring to be the next Hela," Owen smirked.
"And who might this fine gentleman be," Chuck said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Chuck, this is Alfie. Alfie, this is Chuck. Jason's father. He's um... me and Ty's legal guardian," Owen said.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Davis," Alfie said holding his hand out.
"Oh, please. Call me, Chuck," Chuck said taking his hand. "So you guys datin' or something?"
"Actually we just became official like... 30 minutes ago," Owen grinned.
Tyler's eyes quickly darted from the game to Owen and Alfie.
"Is that so? Congrats, boy. Owen here is a real catch. Not one for relationships either so you must be something really special for him to go steady with you," Chuck grinned.
"Give my whole life story while you're at it, eh Chuck," Owen smirked.
Chuck let out a warm laugh putting his hand to his chest.
"I better get home," Alfie said. "It was nice meeting all of you."
Alfie looked at Jason who gave him a decent wave while Tyler merely glared at him.
Owen walked Alfie to the door and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before closing the door behind him.
"Seriously, Owen?!" Tyler blurted.
"Ty... don't fucking start with me, alright?" Owen sighed.
"Can we at least talk about this first?" Tyler said.
"Now boys-" Chuck started when the bell rang.
Owen turned around and opened the door to see a strange younger boy standing outside.
"Um... can I help you?" Owen asked.
"Is ah... Mikayla here?" the guy asked.
Loud footsteps could be heard rushing down the stairs before Mikayla blew past Chuck and Owen.
"WOAH WOAH WOAH, LITTLE GIRL!" Chuck said rushing to grab her arm. "Where the hell do you think you're going? And dressed like that?!"
"I'm going out," she said trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.
"Mikayla it is almost 1am. You have school in the morning! You're not going out at this time of night with some strange boy!" Chuck said angrily.
"Why are you trying to ruin my life?!" she snapped at him.
"Ruin your life?! I wanna know where the hell you are!" Chuck scoffed.
"Fine!" she said ripping her arm out of her father's grasp. She grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him into the house. "Then we'll be in my room."
Chuck barely had a minute to retort before Mikayla was dragging the poor boy upstairs to the room until they heard the door slam.
"She is really on a warpath today," Jason grinned.
"...she just... misses her mother..." Chuck sighed regretfully as he ran his fingers through his hair and strolled into the kitchen.
Jason's throat tightened as he quickly put the controller down.
"I'm... gonna check on him," Jason said quickly standing up.
"We got rid of all those beers, already, remember?" Tyler said.
"I know, I just... I need to make sure," Jason said quickly following his father into the kitchen.
Owen shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the door looking at Tyler. The brother's sharing a concerned look.
"Chuck hasn't relapsed in months," Owen said reassuringly.
"Yea, I know. He'll be fine," Tyler said hesitantly.
Owen diverted his gaze as he looked at the floor.
"Look, Owen," Tyler started. "I know I can be a pain in the ass, but I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want you to get hurt."
Owen gave his brother a pathetic smile. "You don't always have to protect me, Ty... we're not kids anymore..."
Tyler swallowed hard as he quickly looked down. The throbbing in his chest a complete contradiction to Owen's words.
"Alfie is a good guy," Owen continued. "I like him. Alot."
"And if he hurts you-" Tyler started.
"Then he hurts me," Owen shrugged. "It's part of being human, bro."
Tyler sighed when he heard Jason and Chuck walk back into the living room, laughing.
"What's so funny?" Owen asked.
"Your friend here is a damn idiot," Chuck laughed.
"Like father like son, am I right, pops?" Jason grinned.
"Boy!" Chuck laughed when the doorbell rang again. "What in the hell is going on with these gotdamn people ringing my damn doorbell?"
"Oh, that's probably for Ty and I," Jason said rushing to the door.
"What? You guys order take out?" Owen asked when Jason opened the door and two girls from his high school were standing outside texting on their phones.
One of them looked up and immediately beamed. "JASON!"
"Hey, babe," Jason grinned. "Come in."
"I know this motherfucker did not call these girls up like he's ordering pussy for take out," Owen said watching the girls walk in.
"Ty and I met Lucy and Reyna at the store earlier today. We got into a fun debate about movies. We're just here to finish it," Jason said grabbing one of the girl's hands and leading her into the living room. He gestured for Tyler to get up and follow him.
"What the hell is this?!" Chuck said startled. "Why are you kids treating my house like a gotdamn brothel?"
"That's completely inaccurate, pops. These girls are giving up the pussy for free," Jason winked as he started walking up the stairs.
Chuck's mouth parted in awe before he looked at Owen who raised his hands in surrender.
"That's your son," Owen smirked.
Owen walked out into the school's newsroom with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
"You wanted to speak with me, Jill?" he asked.
"We need someone to cover the upcoming soccer game against our biggest rival," the head journalist of the school newspaper said leaning over her table.
Owen raised a brow. "And? Why the hell are you looking at me?"
"Because you're one of the best writers we have, and we really need to make a good impression with this one," she said.
"I don't write articles about shitty sports," Owen scoffed. "That's not the kind of journalism I'm into-"
"Yea, yea, you're into articles exposing administration for all their fucked up lies and covered up secrets. I get it it, Evans. But we're still recovering from that last article you wrote about the girl's volleyball coach that ended up getting him fired-"
"He was fucking 15-year old girls! He's a damn pedophile! His ass should have been locked up a long time ago!" Owen snapped.
"Yea, I get it; you're a damn vigilante but we were banned from printing for months after that, Evans! Especially when they found out the reason you uncovered that story was because you were sleeping with the girls yourselves," Jill snapped.
"Except, we're the same damn age! I'm not their authority figure, and it was fucking consensual," he argued. "Something this fucked up school doesn't seem to get a grasp of!"
She put her hand up in frustration. "I'm not getting into this with you again. You've started a lot of shit in the past and this one was doozie that really hurt our paper and especially your look. The only way for you to get back in administration's good graces is if you write a killer article on this game which should be cake for you, Evans."
"I don't give a shit what administration or any sad motherfucker thinks of me. They can suck my di-"
"OWEN!" she snapped. "I'm trying to freaking help you! Can you just take instruction for once?! Please?! It's my ass riding on the line for this, not just yours!"
Owen stared at her for a long moment and actually felt bad to see the flustered look on her face. He tried to remind himself that not everyone had a "fuck it" attitude like he did and that some people actually did give a damn what others thought of them.
He considered Jill to be one of the few students at this god-forsaken school that he actually liked. She did back him when administration harassed him for his article. He figured he owed her this much.
"Fine," he sighed.
Owen reluctantly walked down the empty school hallway that had been cleared at the sound of the bell ringing.
He already regretted taking on this assignment.
He chewed on the back of his pencil before scribbling down a few notes on the pad he was holding.
He had far better things to do than write about some ridiculous soccer team.
Even if his new boyfriend was the captain...
"We need to run that play again, and this time I need you guys to cover Jack's left."
That was Alfie's voice.
It only took hearing his voice for Owen to realize how much he missed him.
What the hell was this feeling?
He could hear the group of guys talking among themselves, the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed around them.
He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and sighed. Reminiscing back to the night before. Feeling Alfie's lips against the curve of his neck. His fingers wrapped around his shaft. Their bodies becoming one as they made love.
"What?" he said shaking his head. "Why the hell am I saying we made love? We fucked. Dammit, Owen..."
He jumped slightly startled when he heard the door open and several of the guys walked out.
"Just keep fucking walking..." Owen thought to himself. But just his luck, one of them turned around and spotted him.
"Check out this fucking flamer," one of the guys laughed. "You spyin' on us you little freak?"
"Walk away, Owen... walk away," Owen thought to himself.
Owen rolled his eyes. "Get the fuck over yourself."
"I swear I always see this little pansy bitch lurking around here like a damn sexophile."
Owen struggled so hard to bite his tongue but couldn't help himself but laugh.
"First of all, 'sexophile' is not part of Webster's dictionary, you dense motherfucker. And just cause my fine ass is bi you think I'd be interested in a dumb ugly piece of shit like you? Bitch, I got standards."
"The fuck did you just say to me?"
Owen immediately dropped his bag, notepad and pencil before he grabbed the guy's fist before it could make contact with his face and kneed him in the gut.
Owen was used to fighting.
But before he could cause more damage, Alfie abruptly interrupted, breaking it up before it could begin.
Owen wasn't one for fairy tales, but at this moment Alfie was literally his knight in shining armor.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" Alfie said shoving one of them back. "Do you want to get suspended? Coach finds out you started fighting and you're outta here! Then we don't stand a fucking chance against our rivals."
Owen's smile quickly faded.
The guys muttered to themselves as they headed outside to the school's field for practice.
Alfie waited until the last guy left when he turned to Owen.
"You alright?" Alfie asked.
"Oh, you give a shit?!" Owen snapped as he picked up his bag from the floor and started heading in the opposite direction.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alfie asked. "Owen!"
"Owen!" Alfie said rushing up to him and grabbing his arm. "What the hell?"
"Your homophobic teammates start shit with me and your only response is that they could get kicked off the team? Really?"
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"Stick up for me! Grow some fucking balls!"
"Owen," Alfie sighed trying to calm him. "You know I'm not out. I can't just expose myself like that, it would ruin me."
"And what the fuck do you think it's doing to me?!" Owen snapped. "I get harassed on a daily fucking basis, but at least I'm not a lying piece of shit who stands on the side and lets the people I care about get abused."
Owen turned on his heels and again stormed down the hallway.
"Owen!" Alfie said grabbing Owen again. "Babe, please! Just.. just hold on!"
Owen stopped and glared at Alfie again.
"What?" Owen said icily.
Alfie looked at Owen and swallowed hard.
"I... I love you, Owen," Alfie croaked out. "And I'm trying so hard to... to make this work."
Owen was caught off guard by Alfie's confession.
He loved him?
No one outside of Jason and Tyler had ever told him they loved him.
"Please say something," Alfie said anxiously.
Owen looked at Alfie, his eyes shifting nervously.
"You say you love me. You can fuck me behind closed doors. But you can't be seen in public with me because you're afraid of what others will think," Owen said sharply.
"You're not Kennedy and I'm not your fucking Marilyn Monroe," Owen snapped him. "You want me? Fucking prove it."
Owen didn't give Alfie a chance to respond before he was walking off again.
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The night was young. The atmosphere was charged. The crowd was alive.
Owen leaned against the gate bordering the school's field as he scrolled through the pictures on his camera. Loud cheering went on behind him in the crowded bleachers. He was supposed to be taking pictures of the soccer team's final game for the paper, but he was far more preoccupied with figuring out how to expose the English teacher for discriminating against the few Muslim students in his class.
He hated this culture of 'watch-and-do-nothing.' That's all anyone ever seemed to do.
Watch. And do nothing.
The students in his class heard the insults and threats with their own ears. They witnessed the disturbing exchanges yet no one had the courage to say anything.
No one except him.
Hence why he had another 11am meeting tomorrow in the school's principal office with his school counselor and Chuck.
He got far more than he bargained for when he promised Sarah he'd watch her bad ass, trouble-making sons.
Owen thought about his argument with Alfie. He realized it was unfair to expect Alfie to out himself just for him.
Even if he did admit he loved him...
Just because he didn't care what anyone thought, didn't mean everyone else felt the same way.
He liked Alfie.
No... loved him.
Perhaps that's what made it so much more painful.
But could he be with someone who was too chicken shit to be seen with him in public?
He raised his light blue eyes and spotted Alfie running across the field, before scoring a goal and making his team cheer wildly.
It's not like Owen wasn't used to being the secret that people kept hidden.
"This is why you don't fall for your fuck buddies, Owen," Owen sighed as he put his camera in his bag.
He started to walk towards the parking lot when he heard someone yelling from behind him.
He turned around to see Alfie running towards him. His team members trailing slightly after him until they stopped when they saw where he was headed.
"What are you doing?" Owen asked confused.
"Proving it," Alfie said breathlessly as he grabbed Owen's face and slammed his lip against his.
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