"Ok, so let's hear it," she said as she sat in front of him.

Darryl looked at her hesitating for a few seconds. He avoided her gaze and looked around the Café. They picked the small coffee shop outside the English building. The coffee shop had become without any doubts their favorite gathering spot. Whenever they could they would all get together there, Martin and Nate got them started at it and then it spread to their whole friend group. He was looking around not only to escape her analyzing stare, but also to make sure that no one was close enough to listen into their conversation. Becca cleared her throat. He returned his attention to her and saw her arching an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," he answered.

"Ok, whatever it is, you're killing me with this," she said before sighing and looking down.

He sighed and pulled his hair back and away from his face. "Ok, so you know Brent and I were really close during high school right?" he asked and looked back at her. She nodded and remained silent, hoping for him to let it all out. "Well during our freshman year it was just like we were made for being best friends. But I could tell there was something different about him, you know what I mean. I'd catch him from time to time checking out some guys in the locker rooms and so. And in time I realized he'd do it to me sometimes too. But I didn't care, I mean he could look at other guys all he wanted, I knew that he was gay. And I didn't care, I never thought he'd make a move on me, because somehow I've always looked at him like a little brother. Though I was wrong I guess."

Becca nodded. She could relate to Brent's feelings. Spending time with someone for years; longing for that person to love you back. A slow pain that seethed into your skin until it felt like your heart was going to explode. "Keep going, I want to hear it all," she told him.

"You know we were both geeks right? And as you know geeks aren't exactly in a good position in high school. We get teased, bullied and treated like shit most of the time. And to make it even worse people thought Brent was queer and they'd call him queer all the time. I'd have to jump in and save him sometimes whenever the school jocks would start giving him shit. And it sort of turned into a routine, I was taller than poor Brent, so I did manage to make them think twice before starting something. Although I guess it was about nearing the end of our junior year, some jocks wanted to have some fun giving him crap and I jumped in. Then after a few seconds I realized at least a third of the school football team had us surrounded," Darryl said as he pointed to a small scar below the left side of his lower lip. She had always wondered how he got it.

"They kicked our asses. They sure did, but for what it's worth, we fought back as hard as we could and after that they stopped giving us any shit. Of course, we were so badly beaten that we ended up going to Brent's house, it was the closest. On the drive there, Brent started apologizing. He said it was his fault. That if I had just stayed out of it they would've just locked him in some locker or he'd been thrown in a garbage can. He said that he would've rather had that than the beating we both took. I think in all honesty he was just upset because they had beaten us pretty bad, and also because the idiots who did it had never actually gone physical on me. I think he was feeling bad about it because I got hurt."

Darryl looked down at the table and gave a small, sad smile. "When we got to his house he hadn't stopped saying it would've been just fine if I had let them get their way. I kept telling him to shut up and to look for something so we could clean up. He had a black eye, a swollen lip and a few scrapes in his arms and legs. So did I, but to make it better one of the jocks, Jack Walters, threw me against a locker and when I hit it, the lock hanging from it scraped my back and actually left a small wound. It was on my lower back and I couldn't reach it. So I took off my shirt and as I was applying some alcohol (I know, great ideas we have) I told Brent to get it for me. He was so worried that he just nodded and started cleaning the wound. I won't lie, it hurt like a bitch. I kept my eyes shut and kept wiping my lower lip and then all of a sudden I felt a soft kiss near my hip. As I looked down Brent ran his hand around my abs and kissed my hip again, this time with more passion. When I got up and off his bed, he jumped up and realized what he had done," Darryl said as he started playing with the stirrer inside his coffee cup.

"I wasn't angry, I was startled. But Brent thought I was either going to kick his ass or leave. He started apologizing and then went into this hysterical state. I had never seen someone like that, he kept stammering how sorry he was, that he'd never do it again and so on and on. I tried to tell him that it was okay, but then he started shaking. So I just walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him and kept telling him I wasn't angry at him or going anywhere. After quite some time, he started to calm down, enough like to ask why I didn't like him. I didn't know what to say, I loved him, I really did and still do, he's the best friend I've had in my life. So I told him I didn't like guys, which I knew he did, but that even though I had never had anything with a girl, I didn't think I liked guys."

"It took him some time to start accepting it, but after a few days we were back to normal. Except that, we were both showing the signs of quite a good ass kicking. He started to avoid situations where he had to be in the same room with me alone, or having to look at me changing in the locker rooms. I was so scared... I felt like I was losing him..." he looked down, his hair fell on his face, partially hiding it from her. He reached out, took his cup up to his face and had a sip.

His nervousness and emotion made her feel both worried and reassured. Reassured, that he trusted her with obvious strong feelings and pains from his past, and worried to realize how much he loved Brent. "It's okay Darryl. I have had my experiences of loving someone who doesn't love me back. I get how he must have felt, and I am proud of you for sticking with him," she said.

He looked up and smiled at her. It was a weak smile, perhaps even shy. "I took a daring decision though," he said before looking at her in the eye. She stayed silent and nodded for him to continue. "I started reading online, researching about sexual identities and how to help someone who was coming to terms with their sexuality. I even came across some sites that said that experimentation could help a person figure out their orientation... I wanted to help him so much, and I wanted to know if I could, you know be with him..." he looked down and squeezed his hands into fists as they rested on top of their table.

Realization hit her. Darryl and Brent had sex when they were in high school. Maybe the experimentations they did, as Darryl called them, had lead Brent to somehow keep hope in his heart that in the future Darryl would take him. Darryl wasn't looking up, he remained looking down at the table, as if he was afraid of her reaction. She reached out with her hand and took hold of Darryl's hand. His head jerked and stopped before actually looking her way. She squeezed his hand and ran her fingers over his palm. "Baby, it's okay. It's not like you're the first guy I know that's had sex with another guy," she said smiling at him. He looked up with a half smile.

"Though how do you feel about one that slept with a guy and now sleeps with you?" he asked before looking down again.

"Well I don't suppose Martin was the first guy Michael slept with if that's what you mean," 'or forced into drunken sex,' she thought.

"But doesn't it bother you?" he asked her, looking up nervously.

"Well it certainly didn't keep you from doing your stuff the right way with me. Before you go on, let me share something with you. Michael lied to me. He started going psycho on me before he tried to kill Martin after having raped him. You on the other hand, told me about what happened in the past, and you've been nothing but great with me. You were honest with me on something that obviously still hurts, and to know that you would trust something like that to me only makes me realize how lucky I am to have you," she said with tears welling in her eyes.

He looked up at her and tears welled in his eyes too. "I love you," he said without thinking or breaking eye contact. He came closer and kissed her on the lips, she returned the kiss and they were holding each other's heads in place with their hands. They parted and Darryl started planting kisses all over her face.

"I love you too, I do," she said smiling before he gave her a last kiss at the tip of her nose. They were smiling at each other as they heard someone clear their throat next to them. They looked to their right and saw a waitress staring at them with an arched eyebrow. "Sorry!" Becca said shrinking.

"Yeah, we promise we'll stay cool," Darryl said smiling at the girl. She nodded and left.

"OK, so back to the serious stuff," Becca said pulling her hair back from her face. "How did that 'experimentation' go?" she asked him.

"Well, not so well, I uhm... managed to get him off, but I couldn't even stay hard myself..." he said blushing. "He was hurt, but the day after we fooled around, he came to my house and told me that he was sorry and that he knew I loved him, because if not I wouldn't have tried it out with him."

"I agree, you wanted to make sure, but still it had to take a great deal of love for you to do something like that," she said smiling at him. Since their kiss, they had been holding hands under the table, not letting go, as she said those words, he squeezed her hand harder.

"After that I just thought he had come to terms with it, he hadn't even said anything about the whole deal. Until now..." he said looking down.

"I think he should get counseling, or maybe someone who he can talk to, someone who isn't involved in this whole thing, like you and I are," she said.

"Yeah, I seriously thought when he started dating Martin that he had finally moved on, but apparently not, he says after a while he realized he didn't love Martin as much as... well me," Darryl said scratching his head.

"Yeah, well Martin's dating Julian now," Becca reminded him.

"Yeah, I have a feeling they didn't end so well, the last few days Martin was around at the room they would spend a lot of time arguing," Darryl realized.

"Well I guess it had to end, and Martin's already moving on," she said.

"Yeah, I think we should see if there's a counselor at school that Brent could see, and then convince him to go," Darryl thought aloud.

"I'll help you, I know he must be confused, don't worry," Becca said.

"I love you so much," Darryl said smiling at her before they kissed. They both looked over to the kitchenette and saw the waitress walking towards them again. "Oh screw this, let's go," he said laughing.

"Prude, it's not like we're screwing on top of the table," she said as they walked out.

This shirt made his chest look awful. It looked just like he had small boobs. He felt his throat tightening as he took off the shirt after spending a few minutes looking at his reflection in the mirror. A looser, bigger shirt would look better. From the ones he had in his drawers, there was a black shirt, with a breast pocket. It was loose enough on his chest and stomach, but it still made his arms look good. Although there wasn't that much muscle in his arms, this shirt made them look a little more defined. 'And it draws attention away from my chest,' he thought. He got it out and just as he was going to put it on, he stopped and looked at his reflection. His chest looked both smaller and harder, yet the area where his nipples laid hung a little bit and if he'd move his arms they would bulge causing them to look... Well like boobs... It was the undying evidence of his heavier years.

Swallowing his worries, he was about to put the shirt on when the door busted open behind him. Luke walked in, stopping at the sight of Nate's naked back. Nate looked back, blushed and hurried to get the shirt on. Luke smiled, looked down and walked behind him. "Why the sudden modesty?" Luke asked as he wrapped his arms around Nate's torso from behind him.

"I... uhm... I gotta get to class," Nate answered as he pried away from Luke's arms.

'Bullshit,' Luke thought. Nate's coldness had both stricken him as weird and enraging. "Greek Literature isn't it?" he asked Nate. Nate nodded without bothering to talk. It seemed as if he was trying to get out of the room quickly. "Okay, that class is at one, and it's barely eleven thirty. You and I were supposed to be going for lunch and now I come here and find you saying you have to get to class over an hour early?" he asked knowing a tang of anger had slipped into his last words.

"Okay so I could use some time alone," Nate answered bitterly.

"No fucking way," Luke said as he ran and beat Nate to the door. He stood there with his arms open blocking the door from Nate.

"What are you doing?" Nate asked as he threw his arms at his sides in a annoyed way.

"The last time you and I avoided talking to each other about what we were feeling we ended up breaking up remember?" Luke asked him with his face flushing.

Nate sighed. Luke was right. He was being what he had promised not to be, an asshole. Not really being rude, but closing up and letting his concerns turn into something else. He walked back to his bed and sat on it, Luke took it as a sign that he was going to talk. He sat on his bed, opposite from Nate's bed. Nate was rubbing his hands together in a nervous display. "I have been wondering all along," Nate said. Luke waited for him to continue, even though Nate seemed to be very reluctant to continue.

"Wondering about... What?" Luke asked.

Nate sighed again. "When you wanted to sleep with someone else, was it because you don't like me?" Nate asked and looked down as soon as he felt his face burning from how much he was blushing.

"What? How could you even ask that? No!" Luke answered almost yelling. He got up and sat next to Nate on his bed wrapping his arms around him. "When I wanted that I was being a stupid ignorant little idiot," he said as he tried to make Nate look at him in the face. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most gorgeous man I had seen in my life," Luke confessed to him as Nate looked at him not really buying his words.

"Are you just trying to get off the hook here?" Nate asked him.

"No, I'm dead serious. Do you remember when I took you to that diner the first night we spent here?" he asked, Nate nodded. "I couldn't take my eyes off you, your eyes, your face... You had me from the very start. Then I remember the first days you would get up at the most ridiculous hours so you could shower without me watching you come in or out of bed. I would wake up when I'd hear you in the bathroom, fake sleep so I could see you and then jerk off when you'd leave."

Nate's eyes got wide with a little disbelief, but also with realization. He did remember those days when his shyness got the better of him. There was even one day he remembered when Luke had startled him as he was about to get dressed, when Luke had complimented him on his looks. "I remember," he said smiling and starting to feel better.

"Now that I think about it, I caught you one day and you were trying to cover yourself up," Luke said.

"Yeah I was just remembering about that time," Nate said smiling at him.

"Are you still feeling that insecure about your body? I have never cared about you looking the way you do... No, let me rephrase that, I love the way you look Nate. I told you that day and I keep my word, you are gorgeous and I don't give a shit if you don't look like a model. I like you for who you are, for how loving you are to me, how patient you are with me. I can go on and on if you want," Luke said tearing up at the end.

Nate felt like he was about to cry, he had been worrying over nothing it seemed. He looked at Luke and saw Luke was crying and looking down. "Luke, I'm sorry I guess I was making a bigger deal about it than I should have," he said as he reached to hug him.

"Why did I have to be such an ass to you, god I will always regret having done all that shit to you. I'm sorry..." Luke said before he started sobbing.

"Luke, I'm sorry I brought it up, I love you and you already know that I want to put all that crap behind," Nate said as he held him tight against himself.

"I know, but it sure is taking a long time to get over it," Luke said, as he started calming down.

"No one said it would be quick or easy, I guess it's going to take a lot longer than we thought," Nate said as he wiped a few tears from his face.

"Do you still want me?" Luke asked stiffening up.

"Of course, I never said I was going to quit on us. Do you want to call it quits?" he asked.

"No, hell no!" Luke said wiping his face.

"Hey for what is worth, when I saw you for the first time when you were all wet and wrapped in a towel. I really thought I was going to shoot my load at the sight of you," Nate said giggling.

"Idiot, here I am talking about your personality and you liked me for my body..." Luke said making a face.

"Fuck off already, after the first time we had sex you treated me so good, no one had ever been so affectionate to me, that's what sealed the deal," Nate told him before he kissed him gently on the lips.

"I love you Nate," Luke said before letting out a sigh. "Though I get afraid sometimes..." Luke said looking down.

"I know, I love you too, and I get scared too," Nate said before hugging him once again.

"I'm hungry," Luke said.

"Yeah, let's go get lunch before I actually run late for my class," Nate said as they got up.

His teacher for his Mystery and Suspense Literature class had agreed to let him skip this week's class as long as he'd send an assignment to her e-mail on Thursday evening. It was barely after six and he had sent the assignment to her e-mail before he drove down to the twins' house. Julian had been a little surprised, but Dylan had promised Martin that he'd keep Julian around the house after school. Promise having been kept, Martin took Julian out for coffee and they had spent the remaining afternoon hours together. "Want to go grab a bite?" He asked Julian as they sat on the hood of Martin's jeep. They were looking onto the Mississippi river at the end of First Street.

He loved the place. It was his hiding place and even Dylan respected it. He would try to not come here if he suspected Julian was here, knowing very well that it was the place he liked to go when he wanted to be alone. While he was dating Ryan, there was never even the slightest thought of bringing him here. However, at the minute Martin asked him where he wanted to go after they had coffee, this was the first place he thought of. Surprising even himself, he wanted Martin to spend time with him. Nate knew of this place, it had been where he and Luke had met their separation at the end of the previous year. As he remembered that, he felt himself stiffen and realized Martin had asked him if he wanted to go eat something. "Sorry, I guess I sort of zoned out. I could use some food, how about we go to the mall?" Julian asked him.

"Ok then," Martin said as he got off the hood of his jeep. Julian got off and rounded the front off the car to the passenger door. Martin got in the car and Julian gave him directions as they turned around and headed into town. After a few minutes of driving, Martin couldn't help himself and had to ask. "What were you thinking back there when I asked you about food?"

Julian looked at him and bit on his lower lip before answering. "I love going there to think. To be alone too, I guess it's sort of a personal place," he said and smiled when he saw the blush that came to Martin's face. "It just hit me that I told Nate he should go talk to Luke when they were having trouble. You know the day when they broke up. I guess I thought it would bring him some luck," he said looking away from Martin.

"So you're afraid that it will have the same effect on us?" Martin asked him.

How could Martin read him like that? He wondered. "I don't know, I just feared it would I guess," he confessed.

"Well I'm not in the mood to fight, are you?" Martin asked him.

Smiling, he looked at him in the face. "Not at all," he answered and was greeted with a warm smile from Martin.

After walking around the food court for about five minutes, they decided to go for sushi. They debated on who would pay and opted for deciding it later. Both bone heads wanted to pay for the meal. They both ordered an assortment of pieces from different rolls. Shrimp Nigiris, Salmon Nigiris, California rolls, and many other styles. "So how about this, if you can eat that Salmon Nigiri and add more wasabi to your soy sauce, then I'll let you pay for this," Julian proposed.

"You're on," Martin said. He took some more wasabi and mixed it with his soy sauce, and then skillfully he took a Nigiri piece and soaked it in the sauce. After he took it in his mouth he chewed adamantly as he felt the heat rise up to his nose, and then to his eyes.

"No tears or it's on me," Julian said laughing.

Martin nodded and breathed deeply a few times, and surprisingly he did manage to hold back the tears the wasabi almost got out of him. "Damn that was strong," he said after he'd recovered somewhat.

"Nigir pieces have wasabi, it's what they use to stick the salmon or shrimp to the rice ball," Julian said smiling at him.

"So you knew and still challenged me," Martin asked arching his eyebrows.

"Well, it was funny," Julian said as he smiled at him.

"My brother fooled me the first time we ate sushi too," Martin said before he looked down and took the other Nigiri piece he had left and ate it without any sauce.

"Was it the first time you had sushi?" Julian asked him, wanting to hear how much Martin was willing to share about his brother.

"Yeah, he said it might look weird, but that it would taste good," Martin smiled as he took regular pieces and dipped them slightly in the sauce before eating them. "He didn't warn me about the wasabi and then he laughed for like five minutes after I ran to the kitchen for water. Freaking idiot was laughing so hard while he helped me settle down again," Martin said smiling broader.

"Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun together," Julian said as he reached across the table and grasped Martin's left hand. Martin looked down to their joined hands and smiled as he looked at Julian. Julian smiled and was about to talk when he saw someone walking a few tables behind Martin. He knew this kid, he'd seen him before. The kid sat down and started eating, all by himself at a table. The short blonde hair and the green eyes made him somewhat attractive. Then he remembered 'Allen' the kid that had eyed him the day Ryan ditched him. The kid he'd blown off by saying 'I have a boyfriend.'

"What's wrong?" Martin asked as he noticed Julian's expression darkening.

"Uhm... It's just that the day Ryan ditched me, I came here and I saw a guy that's sitting alone, a few tables behind you," Julian said. Martin nodded, he was about to look back but stopped after slightly turning his head, he'd let Julian finish first. "He was eying me as I sat here eating and then he came up to me when I was leaving. I thought he was probably hitting on me and so I said I had a boyfriend and didn't even shake the hand he was offering," Julian finished.

"So now you feel bad about it?" Martin asked him.

"Yeah, when I was on my way out, I looked back and he looked pretty sad about it," Julian pondered. Martin was starting to feel weird about it when Julian spoke up. "How about we go and greet him, you know I could apologize and clear my conscience."

"With me? Don't you think that might hurt his feelings?" Martin asked him.

"Well I don't want him thinking I'm free, this way he'll know I have a boyfriend but he won't think I'm an asshole anymore," Julian answered.

"Boyfriend?" Martin asked not being able to suppress his smile, neither the blush that took over his face.

Julian smiled and blushed himself. "Well, yeah, unless you don't..."

"I do, I mean, I want you to be my boyfriend," Martin said cutting him off.

"Ok then, let's go," Julian said as he rounded the table and Martin got up to join him. They walked the few tables that separated them from Allen and as they were approaching it, Allen looked up and saw them coming. When his eyes fell on Julian, he smiled shyly but then when he saw Martin next to him, his expression changed and seemed even frightened. "Hey, Allen right?" Julian asked as they stood before the table.

Allen nodded. "I'm sorry if I bothered you, you know..." Allen started saying as he looked from Julian to Martin.

"No, no, no. That's not it, I'm sorry. I just wanted to apologize for acting rude to you the time I saw you," Julian said.

"Oh, I thought... You said you had a boyfriend so I just thought..." he said as he looked shyly at Martin.

"I wasn't his boyfriend back then, it was someone else," Martin said.

"I got a good one this time," Julian said smiling.

"So, you actually came just to say you're sorry?" Allen asked him.

"Yeah, well I thought it wasn't fair of me, my boyfriend was being an ass to me that day and I wasn't being exactly friendly," Julian said.

"Thanks," Allen answered.

"You're pretty cute," Martin said smiling.

"Yup, I bet you'll find someone for yourself soon," Julian said. Allen smiled and after a few minutes of quick chatter, Julian and Allen exchanged numbers. Julian promised to give him a call if he'd think he could hook him up with someone.

As they drove home, Martin kept looking at Julian with a huge smile on his face. Julian noticed and stared at Martin until Martin talked. "Okay, have I told you that I like you?" Martin asked him.

"Yeah," Julian answered.

"Have I told you that I really like you?" Martin asked again.

"Ok where are you going with this?" Julian asked as Martin parked the car in front of the house.

Martin bit his lower lip as he looked at him. Then he moved closer and gave Julian a very passionate kiss, he moved below and started kissing him on the neck as his hands caressed Julian's chest. "I'm going as far as you'll let me go," Martin answered looking into his eyes.

"Up to my room then," Julian answered as he got out of the car.

Not five minutes later, they were sitting on top of Julian's bed. Their boxers were the only thing keeping their erections from getting any more attention as they kissed. "God, you're so beautiful," Martin whispered into his ear.

"You are too," Julian whispered back as he ran his hand up and down Martin's back.

Martin reached down and tugged at the waistband of Julian's boxers. He looked up at Julian, trying to see any reaction. Julian nodded smiling and reached to pull Martin's boxers down. They threw both boxers to the floor and Julian immediately reached for Martin's dick. Slowly, he jerked it as he kissed Martin's chest. Martin reached for Julian's dick and started jerking it. "Damn you're thick," Martin said and Julian smiled looking down.

"Yours is pretty nice too," he told Martin. "We're about the same size."

"Well yeah, but yours is thicker," Martin repeated. Julian kissed him before he pushed Martin on the bed. He swiftly moved and started sucking on Martin's cock. Martin squeezed the bed sheets in his hand as he moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes, he reached down and pulled Julian's head off his dick. "My turn," Martin said. He pulled Julian down and got him to lay down right next to him. He moved down and got in between Julian's legs. "Can I play with your butt too?" he asked as he looked up.

"Of course," Julian said smiling.

Martin sucked on Julian's cock. He stopped and played with Julian's foreskin a little. Then he licked his index finger and started wiggling around Julian's hole. Julian moaned and Martin realized that Julian was completely relaxed. He reached up and started rubbing his fingers over the head of Julian's dick. Then after a few seconds, he buried his face under Julian's balls and started licking away at his hole. Julian started trying to talk, but his words came out as moans and groans. "What was that?" Martin asked as he came up wondering if Julian was trying to protest.

"Ok either keep doing that or fuck me already," Julian said breathing hard.

Martin swallowed. "You want me to... Fuck you?" he asked.

"Yeah, don't you?" Julian asked him.

"Yeah, do you... have condoms?" he asked.

Julian smiled. He moved to the side of the bed and opened his nightstand's drawer. Moving back to his previous position, he handed Martin a condom and a bottle of lube. "There you go," Julian said. Martin nodded and opened the condom wrapper, he poured a drop of lube inside the condom and then as he was putting it on, Julian noticed Martin's hands were shaking. He looked up and saw that Martin seemed to be shivering. Reaching out, he took hold of Martin's arm and Martin looked at him. "Relax, I really want you to do it, and you're doing great," he said.

Martin nodded and took a deep breath. "I guess I'm just a little excited," he answered. Julian smiled and lay down. Martin spread some lube on his dick and rubbed it around, and then he spread some lube on Julian's hole before getting in between Julian's legs. He looked up and laid down on top of Julian, they kissed and as they were kissing, Martin reached down and used his hand to guide his dick as he pressed in. He felt Julian start taking deep breaths as he felt his dick started sinking in to him.

"Fuck me," Julian whispered as he felt Martin's pubic hair brush against his ass.

Martin obliged, he started thrusting into him, gradually going faster. He'd stop occasionally to kiss and suck on Julian's nipples or jerk Julian's dick. "You feel so good," Martin whispered.

"I'm close," Julian said.

"I am too," Martin said. He reached down and began to jerk Julian's dick. After just a few jerks, Julian's dick started shooting a huge load. Julian's ass gave Martin the last stimuli he needed to shoot his load into the condom. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Martin pulled out and reached up to kiss Julian. He pulled the condom off and collapsed half on top of Julian.

"God that was so good," Julian said as he reached to caress a side of Martin's face.

"So you liked it?" Martin asked him.

"Do you even need to ask?" Julian said before he kissed him once again and wrapped his arms and legs around him.

The bus came to a halt, the man sitting next to him had started puking after more than half an hour of constant whining and crying. The guard came to check on them and saw that the vomit had spilled on him too. He wanted to kick the weeping idiot's ass for this. Jail jumpsuit or not, he didn't appreciate being puked on, especially from a weeping moron who kept saying he was innocent. After they'd found him pulling his dick out of the little fag that kept throwing flirtatious looks at him at the psychiatric hospital where his parents had paid for him to go, instead of Jail which was what the court wanted. The authorities and St. Louis Police Department had decided he had to go to Jail. Two sexual assaults in less than a year were too much evidence to send him there. They said he had been too rough on that fag, but he knew the little fairy loved every second, every thrust of his dick, every punch and bite as well.

"Get up, I need the two of you out of the bus now!" the guard barked at the two of them. The guard was an older guy, with graying hair and an insulting spirit that made all of the prisoners in the bus remind him every five minutes of how much they'd enjoy slicing him into small pieces.

"Do we keep going or are you going to clean that up?" The driver asked from the cabin at the front.

"I'll get it off them, but you're going to travel with that nice puddle of puke under you, you little sissy!" the guard yelled at the shaky crying lump next to him.

"Please I didn't do anything bad, I'm not supposed to go to Jail..." the weeping pansy began. It was obvious that several other passengers in the bus agreed with him. They started yelling at him to shut up, some even started telling him they'd kill him after getting in so he wouldn't have to suffer. There were others crying silently, rather than drawing attention to themselves. But he knew, that jail would be nothing he'd like. Yet he wouldn't break like the moron next to him.

"Shut the fuck up all of you!" the guard yelled to the prisoners. He looked down at him, checking the nametag on his jumpsuit. "Schoszinsky, get your ass out of that seat and drag that cry baby out with you, now!" he yelled close to his face. He glared back at the guy, and without thinking he reached to his side and started pulling the shaky little balding man that was crying in the seat next to him.

"You need any help Dusty?" asked the bus driver from behind the security net that separated the driver's cabin from the passenger area.

"Nah I've got these fags under control," the guard said as he opened the locks that joined their handcuffs to the seats before them. 'This fag might just surprise you,' he thought as he pulled the cry baby out with him, following the guard as the other prisoners in the bus started yelling incoherent babblings about wanting out. Once they were outside and some good twenty steps away from the bus, the guard squeezed water from a bottle on top of the part where his pants had been splashed with vomit. Then he tried to pour some water on the crying idiot that kept begging the guard to take him back home.

He looked around and saw that crops surrounded them, meaning they were a fair distance from St. Louis. "Stop shaking you sissy, it's just water!" the guard yelled as the stocky weeping man fell to his knees. The guard kneeled as he yelled at the guy's ear. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You want your mommy?" but it wasn't the yelling of the guard, or the crying of the coward idiot that now sat on the ground that drew his attention. The guard's club was poking out from his belt as the guard was kneeling forward, and the freaking idiot didn't notice. He reached out and took hold of it, quickly pulling it away from him. The guard looked up and behind him startled, as he took a good hold of the club. He managed to ram it against the side of the guard's head before he could actually yell.

The guard fell to the ground and his cap fell to his side. The screams and insults from the other prisoners inside the bus drowned the whimpers coming from the guard. He rammed it again, another time, some blood splashed up and hit him on the face and before he rammed it a third time, as he held the club up in the air the guard looked up at him. "Please don't..." he managed to stammer.

"Not so hard," Martin said when he'd fucked him. Then when he looked down, the guard was Martin. He rammed the club down on his face so hard that he actually heard the guard's skull crack. Then he saw it wasn't Martin, but soon Martin could look just like the bloody, twitching body that lay before him. He looked to his right and saw the balding man shaking and crying wide eyed, staring at him. He didn't think much of it, he just rammed the club against the guy's face once and he fell unconscious. He quickly reached down, groping for the keys in the guard's clothing, and they were hanging from his belt. He took them and didn't stop to check if they were the right ones, he just ran.

"Take us with you!" he heard another prisoner yell from the bus.

"Dusty! What the fuck!!!" he heard the driver yell as he ran in between the crops. He didn't stop, his chest hurt, his feet hurt. The leaves of the corn plants kept hitting him on the face and he didn't stop. Never mind that there could be snakes crawling in between the plants, never mind that there could be traps set around. All that mattered was to get as far from the prison bus as he could. After what he thought had to be half an hour, he came out onto another road, or maybe the same road. He looked around and heard no cars, or saw no one, but a sign indicating that St. Louis was 45 miles up that road.

As the moonlight's shone on his blood covered face and his deep blue eyes, a smile crept on his face. He looked for the key to open his handcuffs and found it after a few tries. "Becca I'm coming home," Michael said as he dropped the handcuffs on the ground.