Surviving Elite High: Loving James

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

“James, this is Nathan, my son. You’ve probably seen him around school.”

Nathan rolled his eyes. “Hey, James,” he murmured. “It’s great to see you.”

I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn’t squeak out and embarrass the crap out of me. “You too,” I managed to say.

An awkward silence settled over us. This was probably one of the most uncomfortable situations I had ever been in. The only other time I felt more uncomfortable was when I used to run into Nick in the hallways. Somehow, I always found a way to make a fool of myself in front of him. Nathan was looking around the room while my dad and Olivia glanced at each other. Thankfully, Margaret appeared in the doorway just then, wearing a starched apron and gray serving uniform. “Dinner is served.”

“Perfect!” My dad took Olivia’s hand and ushered us all to the dining room.

I silently followed them. Nathan lagged behind me, looking this way and that as if examining every detail of my house. It seemed like he had never been surrounded by so much luxury before in his life. It struck me then that I didn’t really know much about Nathan. I knew the bully, but nothing beyond that.

We sat down, and Margaret served us the first course, hearts of palm salad on tiny plates. Nathan looked lost while he examined the many utensils in front of him. I laughed to myself. The i***t didn’t know which ones to use first. His mom spoiled my entertainment when she signaled him to pick the outer fork for salad first. With each course Margaret brought in, I saw Nathan’s mother signal him the same way. His ignorance was satisfying and yet also kind of…cute.

All throughout dinner, I kept staring at those light gray eyes. Yes, I hated him, but I still couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted him so bad. I wanted to touch him, feel him and taste him. He had to be mine and only mine.

“James? Your dad tells me that you’re a terrific mathematician.” Olivia interrupted my dirty thoughts.

“Yes. I’m not much of a writer or a sportsman.”

“Splendid! Nate has a few problems in math. Maybe, you can give him some extra help so he can do better in that subject.”

Nathan’s ears turned red. “Mom!”

“That would be an awesome idea,” I said, suppressing a laugh. “I would love to teach him a thing or two.”

Nathan was squirming in his seat. I knew he loathed the idea of spending time alone with me. He glared at me. “Maybe, I can teach you a thing or two, James.”

“That’s a great idea!” Dad interjected. “James can do better in sports.”

We turned to our food since that awkward silence fell down on us again. It felt good to be eating Chicken Cordon Bleu, or in other words, my favorite food. A few minutes later, my dad and Oliva began chatting about work. I glanced at Nathan as I ate. He also obviously did not like the idea of us being a family either. I enjoyed every second of it. I was not going to let him get to me in my own house or at school as a matter of fact. Once a bully gets to you, it’s over. This was my domain and he was not welcome.

“We’re getting married in two weeks,” Olivia announced.

“What?” Nathan and I said in unison.

My dad cleared his throat. “In two weeks.”

Nathan glared at his mother. “And when were you planning to tell me that, Mom? A day before the wedding?”

“Nate, please behave.”

“No, Mom. I don’t want to be a part of him.” He waved his hand in my direction as if I were some piece of garbage that had blown onto the table.

“Nathan! Apologize now!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m with him.” I retorted.

“James!” My dad fixed me with a look.

“No, Dad! I refuse to be a part of him!”

My father threw down his napkin. “We’re getting married with or without your permission. So get to know each other because we will be a happy family whether you like it or not!” The room went dead after my dad’s words echoed. Dinner continued with no one speaking. It was obvious that this was not going to be a happy family. After we’d finished dessert, my dad finally addressed me. “James, take Nathan and show him his future room. They’ll be moving in with us soon.”

I stood. Nathan quickly did the same and followed me. Once we were at a safe distance from them, he tugged on my arm and slammed me against the wall. “Listen to me, you disgusting fag. If you talk to me in school like if I’m your brother, I will snap your neck in two. Got it?”

Hell no! This was my home not his. “Screw you, asshole.”

“What? Ha-ha. You finally found your balls, faggot?” Nathan asked, laughing. He reached for my crotch and cupped my privates in his hand. I froze. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. My heart quickly crawled to my throat, and my breathing became forceful. “Wow! I found them right under your tiny d**k, s**t face.”

“Let go of me.” I tried to fight him off. To my horror, I got hard. I couldn’t help it.

Nathan released me as if I’d just caught fire. “Filthy homo!” he spat and walked away.

My heart dropped and merged with my stomach. It took me a few minutes to compose myself, but I did. I had to be strong for myself. Nathan was not going to get to me. With my dad around, I knew I was safe home, but I was afraid of Nathan’s retaliation back at school. I gulped before I headed back to the living room. I found my dad and Olivia cozying by the fireplace, but Nathan wasn’t with them. I quickly guessed that the stupid jock couldn’t find his way back. I left them and headed to my room. The door was open. Inside, I found Nathan standing beside my bed. “What are you doing in my room?”

“I came here to piss!” Nathan replied, unbuttoning his pants. In a second, he took his d**k out and urinated on top of my bed. I was baffled at the sight unfolding in front of me. He was way bigger than I imaged. My sudden fascination warred with the inane horror of what he was doing. I couldn’t bring myself to speak until he stopped and stashed his d**k away, depriving me of its beauty and splendor. “You maniac! How could you do such a thing? Are you insane?”

“This is exactly what I think about you and this so-called family! Get this into your head, I will never want anything to do with you, homo. Never talk to me again. If you do or stare at my c**k, you’ll be sorry.”

With that, he pushed me away from the door and stormed out. I ran to my bed and found a huge wet spot on top of it. I couldn’t believe what Nathan had done. I immediately removed the covers and flipped the mattress over. I was not going to let him get to me. Nathan was not going to make my life a living hell. I was going to make his life a living hell. If he was really afraid of my homosexuality, I had a powerful weapon on my side.

* * * * *

As expected, my dad married Olivia two weeks later in a small ceremony with close family and friends. I avoided Nathan at school until that horrible day. During the ceremony, we completely ignored each other while our parents wed in front of our eyes. To me, it was more of a funeral than a wedding. My mom’s memory would soon disappear into the shadows of the night. Olivia and Nathan moved in with us that same day. Now, Nathan was officially my stepbrother.

My dad and Olivia left for their honeymoon the following Saturday night, and Nathan and I were left home alone. I locked my door and quickly fell asleep. However, a loud thud woke me up a few hours later. I quickly turned to my clock. It was two in the morning.

A piercing moan got my attention. It was coming from the direction of Nathan’s room. I climbed out of bed and placed my ear against the wall. A woman was moaning loudly. My heart dropped almost instantly. Nathan was having s*x on his second night at my house! The moaning increased, and I even heard Nathan grunting. I curled my hand into a fist and banged on the wall. They froze almost immediately, and I laughed to myself. I heard them talking, and Nathan’s door was flung open. Steps echoed through the house and down the stairs. Then the front door slammed.

A few seconds later, loud steps made their way up the stairs again and stopped. Nathan banged on my door. “Open this door, you f*****g piece of s**t!”

“Go f**k yourself! Oh, wait. You can’t.” I laughed.

“Open this f*****g door or I’ll kick it open!”

I laughed my ass off. He’d never get to me through the thick sturdy door. Nathan stopped banging on the door, and I could clearly hear his footsteps heading downstairs again. My heart and stomach twisted themselves together into a knot. There was a spare key inside my dad’s office, but I doubted that my dad would have told Nathan about it. I placed my ear against the door and quietly listened. In no time, Nathan stood in front of my door and rattled a bunch of keys. With my heart pounding, I pushed against the door, as he found the keyhole.

The lock turned and then slam! I was thrown backwards.

Nathan loomed over me, dressed only in his boxer shorts. “f*****g faggot! You scared my girl off. She thought that we were all alone.”

“Who cares about that cheap tramp?” I shouted, rising to my knees.

Nathan quickly pushed me backwards with the bottom of his foot. “Thanks to you, I couldn’t come! But I will, one way or the other.” He yanked down his boxers, causing his erection to spring free. I was in complete awe, and with a single shove, he entered my mouth. My heart sped up the moment I felt him at the back of my throat. As he continued to thrust his way inside of me, Nathan moaned loudly. A few hard seconds later, he completely emptied himself down my throat. He kicked my head away, and I fell flat on the cold floor. I was gasping for air while he packed his d**k away.

“Why?” I asked, wiping his sperm from my mouth. My head was spinning. I felt the ghostly sensation of his d**k still there while I struggled for breath. In a strange way, I felt satisfied since I always wanted him, but why had he forced himself inside of me? Did he need to come so badly he couldn’t have asked? I wouldn’t have told him no. At least, I didn’t think so…

“Because you wanted it and you know it. Tell anyone and I will f*****g kill you. Understood?”

I nodded. I knew he meant every single word.

“Good,” he said then stormed out of my room. A few seconds later, I heard his door shut.

I still could not believe what had just happened to me. Nathan had s*x with me… It’s what I’d wanted for so long. I know it was kind of…forceful, but really there’s no way for a guy to get raped, so it couldn’t be that. Right? Nathan had had s*x with me because he wanted me as much as I’ve wanted him. Yes, that was it. He just couldn’t show his feelings because he’d get s**t from the guys at school. I could totally understand that. After all, he was still the guy who’d thanked me for not ratting him out. Poor guy, how hard it was to live with your feelings so hidden. I was living under the same predicament.

In that light, I re-savored his manliness. Then it hit me. I’d just had oral s*x with Nathan! Nathan Parker! The guy I secretly wanted. He was not Nick Wild Hawk, but he was the closest I could get to the real thing. I lay down on my bed, trying to remember every detail of those few minutes. Honestly, I barely slept that night and played with myself a bunch of times. I couldn’t help it. The mental image of Nathan making his way inside of me excited me. I wanted him again. Hell, I needed that man beside me.

The next morning, Nathan kicked my bed and woke me from my sleep. I immediately looked up. Nathan was staring down at me. What appeared to be guilt flashed through his eyes, and then it was gone. He glared. “Get your queer ass up and make me breakfast!”

I was surprised to see him standing over me since I thought that after what happened between us, he would have avoided me like an STD. I waited a moment to see if he’d take his shorts down again, but he didn’t. Relief and disappointment warred inside me. I rubbed my eyes. “Hi,” I said, hoping he’d calm down and at least smile. No luck.

“Hurry the f**k up! I’m hungry. Margaret’s off today. Hurry or I’ll beat the s**t out of you. You’ve got ten minutes.” He grabbed my arm and jerked me off the bed. The moment I fell on the floor, I stood and ran to the kitchen. It was either breakfast or an early funeral. In a matter of minutes, I cooked him eggs with bacon, ham and sausage. When I was done, I ran to his room balancing the silver platter on my hands. Nathan silently lay on his bed while he watched television. I carefully handed him the platter. “Took you long, fag.”

I silently turned around and tried to leave his room, thinking that my job was already done and that he didn’t want to see me anymore, but I was wrong. Nathan had other plans for me.

“Did I order you to leave?”

I froze and turned to him. My response sounded weakly. “No.” I stood and watched him shovel the food into his mouth. With each bite I hoped for just a little compliment on the food or gratitude that I’d made it for him and so quickly. Nothing. I bet Nick Wild Hawk would have thanked John. This was going to be a lot more work than I thought.

My heart pounded. Cold sweat covered my entire body, and yet, I was getting hard. I so wanted to submit to him, obey his every command and worship him like the real man that he was. Nathan was my man, and I was his faithful servant. But I couldn’t do that until he’d become less aggressive. Otherwise he could really hurt me. Put me in the hospital, even.

“Suck my c**k,” he said and took a bite of his food.

“What?”

“Suck my c**k while I eat. Now!” He looked extremely angry.

I had to prove to him that I was there to please him and that he was my man. I ran to his bed and brought down his boxer shorts. Nathan was already rock hard. My heart did a somersault when my eyes fell on his manliness. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I carefully rubbed him up and down, enjoying every second of it. As I leaned forward to take him in, my heart stopped for a few seconds, making my legs wobbly. Then my chest began to constrict and expand in the most violent manner ever. I knew it was going to explode into tiny pieces. While I sucked him off, Nathan silently ate his food. After he finished with his breakfast, I stopped. “Did I order you to stop?”

“No,” I murmured, licking my lips.

“Then continue. This was supposed to be my girl’s job, but since you chased her away, you’ve got to do it for her.”

I quickly continued serving him and thanking God that the b***h was long gone. Nathan was mine and no one else’s. I was there to serve him and make him happy. In all honestly, I had no idea how many hours I spent between his legs, but Nathan would not come. When my neck started hurting and my throat went dry, I looked up at him.

He was silently watching television while I worked my mouth on his stiff wood. “You suck at this, you know that,” he murmured with his eyes fixed on the screen.

“I’ve never done it before,” I replied, holding back my tears. “It hurts a lot, Nathan. Can I please stop? I don’t think I can take much more.”

“No. Do you have any idea how lucky you are right now? Anyone would kill to be in your position. Girls would die to suck Nathan Parker’s dick.”

“Please, Nate. My throat hurts too much. I can’t take it anymore.”

Nathan pushed my head away from his d**k and stood. Angrily, he dragged me toward the door. With a violent kick, he pushed me out of his room. I fell, face first, on the floor with sharp pain on my left butt cheek. I quickly rubbed my head since the pain was tremendous. “Stay out of my room, you filthy homo!”

When he slammed the door closed, I started crying. I quickly got up and ran to the safety of my room. I’d messed up big time with Nathan. He was right. I had been lucky to be between his legs. I should have felt honored and taken the pain in order to satisfy him completely. As I cried, I heard my phone ringing. Unwillingly, I dried my tears and quickly picked up. “Hello?”

“What the hell happened?” It was my dad. He sounded extremely angry.

“I don’t know.” I was completely lost.

“You do realize that it’s Sunday right? I just got a call from George, wondering where you were. Thank God he has a key to the place and that I can trust him.” Oh s**t! I forgot the manager’s wife just had a baby and he was taking the day off. That meant that it was my job to supervise the shop until midday. George, my dad’s most trustworthy mechanic, had to open the place. No wonder my dad was so upset. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Why the hell aren’t you there?”

“William, don’t yell at him,” I heard a woman say in the background.

“He’s my son, Olivia. He’s sixteen now. He needs to become more responsible.”

I hung up on my dad. The last thing I wanted was to hear him bitching about something as simple as supervising a few responsible men. Thanks to Nathan, I’d completely forgotten to do my job. I got out of my bed and quickly changed. His shop was a few minutes’ bike ride away from our house.

When I got there, I found the repair shop emptier than a ghost town. My stomach lurched. What if the guys had all left because I hadn’t shown up?

Suddenly, someone jumped in front of me. “Hey, James!”

 “Whoa!” I slapped a hand to my chest and took a breath while the guy who’d just startled the crap out of me came into focus. He was ridiculously good looking. Over six feet tall with black hair, light green eyes and evenly tan skin. None other than my dad’s new employee, Jacob Ashmore. Ever since he started working there five months ago, I would visit the shop regularly just to see him work or talk to him. He would brighten my soul with a few words and make everything feel better. He had graduated Elite High a year before I started there, so I’d never met him at school.

“Sorry I scared you, James.”

I took in a breath. “No problem.”

“So, what’s up? George had to open without you. I got a little worried.” He quickly scanned me from head to toe. “You okay? You look white as paper. Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” I answered. I wanted to tell him about Nathan, but if it somehow got back to Nathan, he’d kill me. Aside from that, I was pretty sure I could talk to him about what had happened between Nathan and me because Jacob was really understanding. It actually was helpful that Jacob had gone to Elite High because he understood the kinds of problems I faced. School sucked because of Nathan and his friends, but Jacob somehow managed to keep me going by simply talking to me or listening. I glanced around the shop. “Where’s everyone?”

“In the break room cooling off since it’s a really slow day,” he explained, still smiling. “We just finished with John’s car. He completely destroyed the paint on the left passenger door. Who knew he was such a bad driver?”

“John was here? John Ames?” I asked. My heart skipped a few beats. That meant Nick may have been in my shop as well. I needed to find out. “He came to pick up his car?”

“Nope, Nick did,” he answered casually. He continued with the motorcycle he had been fixing when I arrived. “I think he won’t trust John with a new Mercedes Benz ever again. John is one reckless driver.”

Fuck me! Nick had been in my shop after all! Thanks to Nathan, I had missed my only chance to see that glorious man up close. Jacob picked up a wrench and began to work on the motorcycle. I silently watched as he flexed every single back muscle against his t-shirt. His back muscles were toned and perfectly developed. He had an amazing cut body that anyone would kill to have.

“Need help?”

“Nah! I got it.”

 “Have you told your dad that you want to be a mechanic yet?” I asked Jacob. For some reason I found myself rooted to the spot where I stood, wanting to make conversation with him. We talked a lot about motorcycles, his life’s passion. Something about those metal objects made him happy. I didn’t know the first thing about them, but I didn’t care. I’d talk about anything with him, worms, bugs or motorcycles. As long as he was happy, I was happy.

“Nope. He would never accept that his only son wants to work in a low-paying job rather than become a CEO of his corporation.”

Jacob’s dad owned some company that dealt in pulp mills for paper. Who knew it was so profitable? And a far cry from fixing cars. “But there are several mechanics that have become famous and filthy rich,” I said. “My dad, for example. He started out where you are. And I think that you got what it takes to be one of those. You’re really good at this you know. My dad only hires the best of the best.”

“You think so?” He grinned.

“Hell yes!”

“Tell my dad that. He wants me to major in business. I hate that s**t!”

“That’s why you dropped out of college?”

“Pretty much.” Jacob stood up and set down his wrench. “Done! That should fix this baby up.” He turned to me. “I heard you got a big brother now. I read in the alumni newsletter that Nathan Parker’s the new captain of the basketball team.”

“Yeah.” My heartbeat increased as I remembered what had transpired between me and Nathan. I honestly thought he was a great guy or had the potential to be one. “He’s a big douche bag and a bully too.”

Jacob’s constant smile faded. “Is he bullying you?”

I shook my head. Although Jacob’s concern made a strange flutter through my middle, I was afraid of telling him the truth.

“You sure?” He looked doubtful.

I nodded. I wanted to tell him yes, but I could not rat Nathan out. He would kill me if he ever found out that I told on him. I wanted to please him and make him happy. I needed to make him the happiest man on Earth in order to feel complete. Nathan would not like the idea of me telling Jacob that he was an asshole and a bully. It would ruin any chances of us being a couple. My job was to submit, obey and worship him.

Jacob touched my shoulder. “If he ever does, you tell me. I’ll put that wannabe prom king in his place.”

I smiled, feeling sudden butterflies in my stomach. His undivided attention and concern touched a part of my soul and heart. I felt nervous and shy, wanting to change the subject. “Were you close to Nick and John in high school?” It was the first question that formed in my head.

A strange look passed over Jacob’s face. “I was close to John first, and Nick didn’t like me very much.” He chuckled. “More like, we hated each other for a while there. Nick always seemed to be one step ahead of me in everything. We were…competitive. Going after the same…things. But we worked things out, and Nick has become a good buddy of mine now. And well…if he makes my friend happy, that’s good enough for me.”

“Was Nick really a promiscuous guy like the legends say?”

Jacob laughed. My cheeks burned. Without a doubt I was blushing like crazy. I shouldn’t have asked that silly question.

“Yes, Nick loves s*x. Who doesn’t, right?”

“Do you like s*x?” I quickly covered my mouth with both hands. I had no idea where that came from, but I wanted to know. “I can’t believe I just said that!” I murmured under my hands.

Jacob chuckled, though his cheeks reddened a tiny bit. “It’s all right. We’re buds. Friends can talk about that stuff to each other. To answer your question, with the right person, yes.”

I lowered my hands and smiled, calming down a little. I would have loved to be attracted to Jacob instead of Nathan. He was hot and had an amazing heart. But no, I wanted Nathan Parker. Yes, he was an asshole, but he was my dream made flesh. He was a jock, rugged and straight. Or was he? I had no idea what Nathan was since he’d allowed me to perform oral s*x on him and then banged girls in his room. If only Nathan had a heart like Jacob’s, he’d be the perfect man, my perfect man.