“He’s tougher than he looks; I’ll give you that. Now shut up and let me think.”
“Yeah, go on; give thinkin’ a try, you dumb shit. What happened, Logan? Why’d you snap? Did Whittaker tell you that you were gonna be expelled?”
“He said there was going to be an investigation,” Logan spat. “My dad donated three mil to this school last year and they’re gonna investigate my ass? Fuck that.”
“So your plan was what? To beat the hell outta Peyton Crane? How’d you figure that would change Whittaker’s mind? If you were gonna shut somebody up, it shoulda been Judson Lenoir.”
“He’s on my list; don’t worry.”
“Just tell me how in the hell you think you’re gonna get away with this.” “My last name’s Newcombe, in case you hadn’t noticed,” Logan said, sidling toward the door. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to graduate from dear old dad’s alma mater, but there are other schools. Some are even in other countries. I’m not worried.”
“Then you’re just plain crazy.” Heydn had gradually gotten to a kneeling position and now prepared to launch himself at Logan.
“I’m sure you’d like to think so. Now get back on the ground or I’ll make pussy boy gobble my hog. Go on; down on your belly.”
Heydn’s muscles tensed and he took one look at Blue’s face for courage when the door opened again, hitting Logan in the back.
“What the hell?” Astor exclaimed, pushing harder. “Who’s blocking the damned door?” Logan lurched and Blue went down on one knee as Astor forced his way onto the roof. Heydn grabbed Blue’s ankle and yanked him from Logan’s grasp. Logan cursed as he scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over Peyton. Seizing a fistful of the unconscious young man’s jacket, Logan dragged him toward the low wall at the edge of the roof.
“What the hell?” Astor said again, as he divided his attention between Logan and Blue. “What’s going on here?”
“Help Peyton,” Blue groaned, as Heydn cradled his arm. Logan had almost reached the edge when Astor caught up with him. Peyton’s limp body fell from Logan’s arms to the roof as Astor plowed into him. Logan regained his balance just in time to take a blow on the jaw that rocked him again. Taking an involuntary step backward, he gathered himself and leaped at Astor, wrapping him up in a bear hug. Astor’s foot came down on Peyton’s back and he pitched sideways. Logan held on, head-butting Astor as their legs struck the wall. Still locked in an inimical embrace, the two young men fell together, disappearing from sight.
Heydn ran to the edge and peered down. He saw Rhodes standing in shock over the two bodies splayed across the walkway and, for a moment, his mind refused to accept the reality. Blue took his hand and jarred him from his trance. “Call nine-one-one!” he yelled at Rhodes.
Chapter 20 Heydnjumped out of his chair as soon as he saw Blue. “Are you okay?” he asked. “The shoulder will be fine. The doctor said you did a good job putting it back in place. The police are done taking my statement, and I’m enjoying the effects of some very high-quality pharmaceuticals. How’s Astor?”
Heydn quelled an absurd twinge of jealousy. “Fractured vertebrae. It’s pretty serious, but from what they’d tell me, he’s not going to be paralyzed. He’s still in surgery, though.”
“And Logan?”
“Not so lucky. Astor landed on top of him and he’s got a lot of stuff ruptured inside. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”
“Karma is a powerful thing.” “Sure is. He was spilling his guts to the cops at the top of his lungs while he was being taken to surgery. You’d a thought he was too busted up to do anything but moan in pain, but he was cussin’ up a storm, sayin’ he was gonna get everybody that fucked him.”
“He needs serious help.”
“Yeah, I think a few hundred years of therapy might do him some good. The police went to pick up Sloan Spalding and Copeland Graham. You know what’s kinda funny?”
“What?”
“If Logan hadn’t blown a fuse, I bet Rolly’s attack would’ve been swept under the carpet.”
“You’re probably right. The board would’ve probably met with the parents and hushed it up. What a load of crap.” Blue paused. “But at least everyone’s going to be all right.”
Heydn nodded. “I notice you don’t ask about Peyton.”
“Please. He was loaded on muscle relaxers when Logan jumped him and barely remembers getting hit. He was flirting with the EMTs as they loaded him into the ambulance.” “Yeah.” Heydn snickered. “I think he actually got one guy’s number. He said he did, anyway. His mom jetted in here pretty damn quick. She was nice about it, but she sure cleared the room in a hurry. Hey.” He paused. “What about your folks?”
“Come on.” Blue took Heydn’s arm, ignoring the question. “Take me back to campus.” Using his injury as an excuse, Blue stuck close to Heydn on the journey back to Acton. He didn’t talk much and Heydn didn’t press him. Not until Blue closed the door of his room did he respond to Heydn’s question. “My folks won’t be coming,” he said. “They’ve been dead since I was two.”
“Shit, that’s tough. Who raised you?” “My dad’s half-sister, until she died in a car wreck, and then a second cousin who was about a hundred years old already. I was out of family at about the point that I started school. Since all the schools I was enrolled in were boarding schools, Mr. Denison didn’t see a problem. He’s my dad’s estate lawyer. Well, I guess he’s really mine. He’s my legal guardian and the executor of the estate too, but there’s a board that oversees any activity.”
“So how rich are you?”
Blue gave him a Mona Lisa smile. “Money isn’t a worry,” he said.
“Really? It’s hard to tell with you. You don’t act like the other rich pricks.”
“I’m filthy with dough. Seriously, just my personal assets are over a hundred million.”
Heydn looked stunned for a couple of seconds before he spoke. “Well, I wish I’d known that before I sold my bike to pay you back for bailing me out.”
“You did what?”
“I don’t ride it anyway. Is two hundred gonna be enough?”
“Not even close. It’s going to take more than a measly two hundred dollars to satisfy me.”
“What about your arm?”
“What?”
“Won’t it hurt?”
“You’ve lost me.”
“I just thought it might not be a good idea for us to get busy right now because of your shoulder.”
“Who said anything about sex? Honestly, Heydn, you’re such a guy.”
“What did you mean then?”
“I meant that I want more than your money; more than sex even.”
“You can have anything I’ve got.”
“Good, because I want all of you. I want your body. I want your mind. I want your love. I can’t promise how it’ll turn out, but I’d like to give it another try.”
“Gimme a second to catch my breath.”
“I think it’ll be better this time,” Blue went on. “I really do. I feel like I’ve grown up a lot in a few months and that I can deal with you on a more or less equal basis.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I’m not that naïve little virgin I was when I met you.”
“I never thought of you that way.”
“Come on, Heydn. That was the attraction for you, wasn’t it? That it was my first time for everything and you were teaching me?” “First of all, all I was lookin’ for was a friend when I met you, but things…sorta developed. I never set out to bust your cherry.” Heydn made a frustrated noise when Blue still looked dubious. “You might not believe this, but I have just as much fun playing video games with you as having sex.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Okay, I was exaggerating a little, but I really do like just being with you. It hit me hard after I moved out. Sometimes I’d wake up and hear Jud snoring, but I’d imagine it was you. I jerked off under the covers a lot.” “Thanks for the
mental image of your cum-crusted sheets. And I don’t snore.”
“Sure do. You rattle the windows.”
“No I don’t.”
“How would you know? You’re asleep,” Heydn said triumphantly.
“Are you getting cocky on me already?” Blue paused, slapping his palm to his forehead. “I’m going to regret my choice of words,” he predicted. Heydn’s smile was the definition of devilish. Lunging, he wrapped Blue in a careful hug, trapping his arms at his sides. Mindful of Blue’s injury, he slowly walked his fingers up the dunes of Blue’s ribs. Blue shook with laughter, tears running from the corners of his eyes, and the sight of him so happy was the strongest aphrodisiac Heydn knew of; Blue was his kryptonite and his saving grace and, wonder of wonders, Blue felt the same way about him.
“Stay right where you are, my beauty,” Heydn said, mock-sternly, as he released Blue. “Do not resist me and I will be gentle with you.” Tenderly, he removed Blue’s clothing piece by piece, kissing each inch of skin as it was bared, interspersing his attentions with the long slow kisses Blue liked so much.
Blue did his best to reciprocate one-handed, but the sling hampered him considerably and Heydn’s proximity made it difficult to remove by himself. “Help me,” he said breathlessly, when Heydn left off sucking his right nipple for a second.
“I am helping you.”
“No, help me get this off so I can participate.”
Heydn’s soft laugh was a fur mitten rubbing Blue’s ears and going straight to his groin, stimulating him with nothing more than sound. “Okay, Cookie, but don’t hurt yourself.”
“You’re the one cruising for a bruising. Stop treating me like I’ll break if you breathe hard.”
Heydn finished removing the sling and tossed it on the desk. “I already broke you once,” he said. “It’d kill me if I hurt you again.”
“I’m tougher now.” Blue put his good hand on the back of Heydn’s neck. “You didn’t kill me, ergo…”
“I made you stronger?”
“Yeah, you did. Heydn, I don’t want one mistake to become this big guilt trip, okay? I don’t want you constantly second-guessing yourself. I’d rather forget that it ever happened.”
“Thatwhat ever happened?” Heydn asked with a puzzled look. Blue pulled Heydn closer and kissed him, surprised when Heydn slid from under the caress to skim down his body. Heydn settled on his knees and took Blue in his mouth in one motion. Wrapping his arms around Blue’s thighs, Heydn engulfed him to the root. Blue groaned as Heydn slowly lifted his head while sucking hard. Heydn’s scalp burned as Blue tugged at his hair, but he didn’t falter in his adoring assault. As he bobbed his head, he kneaded Blue’s butt cheeks, pulling them apart, rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive skin between Blue’s balls and his hole.
“My knees are going weak,” Blue gasped.
Heydn let Blue’s shaft slide from his mouth and hugged him tight, his cheek pressed to Blue’s flat lower belly. “I won’t let you fall.”
“Let me sit.” Blue took a step back and plopped down on his bed. “Come up here,” he said, coaxing Heydn to his feet.
Heydn’s breath hissed in through his teeth as Blue took hold of his aching cock and kissed the drooling tip. With little kittenish laps of his tongue, Blue savored the liquid evidence of Heydn’s desire for him.
“Eager, are we?” he teased, as he shuttled his fist up and down the hard rod of flesh.
“Are you kiddin’?” Heydn shuddered as Blue flicked his thumb over and around the head of his cock. “I’ve been rarin’ to go since you said you wanted me.”
“That’s such a major turn-on,” Blue purred as he nuzzled Heydn’s tight sack. “Look at you; you’re ready to pop, aren’t you?”
“It’s not like I can hide it.”
“You want me to keep going or would you like to proceed directly to the beef injection?”
“You’re killin’ me,” Heydn groaned. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to put this inside me and make me cum.” Blue gave Heydn’s cock a squeeze. “You are without a doubt the sexiest thing on the planet,” Heydn replied, putting his hands on Blue’s shoulders. “You know I love you, right? The real deal. Hearts and flowers and all that crap. It’s not just about this.” Heydn thrust once with his hips. “I’d marry you if I could.”
Blue smiled even as his eyes prickled with incipient tears. Some turning point had been passed tonight and Blue hugged the glad news to his heart. He had visions of a day when he and Heydn walked together in the sun hand in hand with no worries about what anybody might think of them. It made him happy to know that when that day came, Heydn would be ready for it. “Just shut up and do me,” he said, his voice tight with emotion.
Heydn kissed Blue’s eyelids as he eased him to his back on the bed and reached under the mattress for the lubricant. Blue did his best to be still, but the thought of what was about to happen made him wriggle impatiently; whatever else he had learned about himself, he knew he had a healthy sexual appetite. Heydn
put a hand on Blue’s inner thigh and slathered his crack, pushing lube into the small opening, too eager to make a long production of it. With Blue’s enthusiastic cooperation, he worked the head of his cock into the flexing port and forged ahead. Blue loudly expressed his approval of the penetration in case Heydn was still nervous about nailing an injured man, but he needn’t have worried. Heydn was bent on giving Blue as much pleasure as he could handle, to show Blue that he wanted him with equal passion. Proceeding steadily, he sheathed his full length at a pace that had Blue bitching at him long before he slid home. He paused there, looming over the other young man, resting his hands on either side of Blue’s strikingly beautiful face. Leisurely, he flexed his buttocks, shifting his shaft minutely in the tight passage, gradually stretching it.
“I didn’t think I could love you more than I already did,” Blue panted. “Don’t laugh, but I feel so full of love right now that I might burst.”
“I don’t mind getting Blue all over me,” Heydn said. “That’s what showers are for.”
“Can I…try something?”
“Please do.”
“Just let me…” Blue looked down his body at the place where Heydn entered him and it was a moment before he continued. “I need your help,” he said. “If you’ll hold me up for a second?” Heydn rose to a kneeling position, wrapped his hands around Blue’s waist and lifted. Blue pressed one palm and the soles of his feet against the mattress and arched his back. A bit awkwardly, with his hurt arm lying across his chest, he began to rock on the last three inches of Heydn’s hard shaft. Heydn urged him on with vulgar endearments, moving his left knee forward, tilting his pelvis to enter Blue at a new angle. His hand spidered across Blue’s taut belly to take hold of Blue’s lolling cock. Blue made a table of his body, the blunt tip of Heydn’s arousal bumping his prostate with devastating effect. Heydn clenched his jaw, resisting the impulse to thrust as he pumped Blue’s dick to a faster rhythm.
“Come on, lover,” Heydn whispered fiercely. “Cum for me.” Two mores strokes of Heydn’s hand, a pair of passes over Blue’s trigger, and they both went off in the kind of fireworks-from-head-to-groin climax that leaves the body drained and yet full, needing for nothing while the afterglow lasts. They lay stuck together in their own humid atmosphere as the embers cooled. Not until Heydn softened and the drying cum on Blue’s skin began to itch did either move. They separated briefly, settling back against the pillows, and then Blue took Heydn’s hand and brought it to his chest.
“That was outstanding,” Blue murmured.
Heydn kissed Blue’s shoulder. “Then we’ll have to do it again sometime.”
Blue laughed softly. “I’m glad I opened the door when you knocked last summer, even if I didn’t want to let you in.”
“I’m awful glad you did.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Sure does,” Heydn said, putting his head down on Blue’s chest.
Blue c
lasped his hands over Heydn’s heart and they drifted into dreams together. Chapter 21 Ata shout from above, the members of the Drama Club looked up as one. Their upturned faces were the perfect target for Peyton’s ammunition. With a gleeful laugh, he filled the air with shimmering color, dumping an avalanche of confetti and balloons on his colleagues. Laughter and good-natured threats rose from the inundated players and crew as Peyton was lowered to the stage on a rope. He landed lightly, shook his foot free of the loop, and took a bow in the center of the rainbow debris.
“My friends,” he said expansively. “It’s been quite a year.” Peyton had to wait for the noise to die down before he continued. “Acton-Pierce Academy has seen quite a bit of drama this year, but we live for drama, right?” The ceiling of the old theater echoed with whistles and cheers of avid agreement. Peyton held up his hand and the small crowd obeyed their director by quieting instantly. “I’m glad I got the chance to work with all of you,” he said. “Each one of you brought something special to the group that made this season the best this school has ever seen. This isn’t like me, but I’d like to thank you all.” There was a brief moment of silence when everyone thought Peyton would continue and then applause broke out. Peyton took another bow and urged his cast, crew, and their guests to get back to partying. Susannah Morton Crane Scribner Valacci hugged her son, beaming proudly, her smile as bright as the many gems she wore. Peyton affected to be mortified, but his friends could see how pleased he was that his mother had made the effort to attend what he referred to as The Final Shindig. Only when Susannah went to join the other parents at the refreshment table did Peyton look around for Blue.
Blue nearly spilled his drink when Peyton grabbed him from behind in a bear hug. Heydn took the plastic cup from Blue’s hand and took a step back as Peyton expressed his joy and affection. When Blue was released, he looked a little dazed and a lot disheveled. Heydn made a disapproving noise as he finger-combed Blue’s hair and straightened his collar and tie.
“Now look what you’ve done, Crane. You’ve smudged the Blue.”
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