***
“Sit,” Jett ordered.
He was so fucking pissed that he had no idea where to start. After a short moment of deliberation, he went out and searched for a particular thing in the tool shed. April’s pretty green eyes followed him and grew wide.
Without a word, Jett grabbed the rope and caught April’s hands behind the chair.
“Wow, wow, wow! Seriously, man, don’t you think we should talk first?”
“Talking doesn’t work with you,” Jet replied. “I told you to stay put. Now I’m opting for a more efficient method.”
April tried to move his hands, but his wrists were well secured together. Jett could now read slight fear in those big green eyes. With an annoyed gesture, Jett took April’s glasses.
The dweeb blinked a few times. “What’s next? Waterboarding?”
So he was a punk, too, even when he was scared. Jett straddled the chair, placing himself on April’s lap.
“Seriously, dude, you’re heavy.”
“Oh, are you a little uncomfortable?” Jett cooed mockingly. “Now listen here, fool, ‘cause I won’t repeat myself. You do not leave the fucking house.”
The blinking repeated. “Would you take that finger out of my face? Is it one or more? I have a sudden need to count them.”
Jett brought his hand back and smacked April upside the head, not too hard, but enough to draw attention. “You’re not drunk.”
“Just blind.”
“Stop pulling my leg. Your eyes are not that bad.”
“It’s true,” April admitted with the sigh. “Which means that I will see quite clearly what you’re going to do to me, right?”
Jet pursed his lips. “What part of ‘you’re not allowed to go out’ wasn’t clear?”
“Hmm, the part where I am a human being, I need to go to school, and also Jay needs fresh air because we’re not prisoners here? Wait, are we prisoners? Both of us?”
Jett set his jaw hard. “You’ll be going out. With me. But your fucking classes need to wait.”
“Wait? For what?”
Jett caught April’s chin and made eye contact. “That’s not for you to know.”
April’s eyes grew wide. “Are you afraid someone might try to kidnap Jay? Because you’re a gangster?”
“I’m not a gangster, idiot,” Jett hissed.
Hmm, actually, an opportunity was presenting itself. Jett caressed his short beard in thought.
“Your eyes are thinning again. You’re scary. Just for the record,” April said quickly.
“Who was that asshole?” Jett decided to change the topic. It was supposed to be easy to fool April, but under those big beautiful eyes, Jett felt a tiny, just a speck, really, out of ideas.
“What asshole?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. The moron who grabbed you in front of the school.”
“Um, ah … someone.”
“Details, dweeb, details,” Jett insisted.
“Like his security number and dental records?”
“Are you still going about that gangster crap?”
“Sorry, just my mind … wait, why do you want to know?” April appeared suspicious now.
Jett enjoyed the closeness. He liked the warmth coming off April, and to look at him. April was a pretty boy, that was for sure. Could Theo grow up to be like this? Maybe he would never know.
A bird in the hand… whatever that saying went.
“He made Jay cry. For that, he’s on my list,” Jett replied.
“Let’s not make it more than it was. He’s just an idiot who’s bugging me because of a stupid kiss --”
April’s lips made a small o and then withdrew like they were trying to swallow themselves.
“Kiss? Did you kiss that moron?”
“Actually, it was more like he kissed me --”
“Why the hell did you kiss him?”
“Hello,” April said, “he kissed me. And I would point out at myself to make a bigger point, but my hands are tied.”
“Is he gay, then?” Jett asked.
“No,” April said with a deep sigh. “I just seem to make straight boys kiss me lately.”
“What straight boys? More than one? Do you run a kissing booth or something?”
April threw him a loaded look. “Really, dude? I was talking about you.”
Jett took a moment. Talking about things that could throw him off balance. “Then here’s another rule. You’re not allowed to kiss other boys.”
“Other?” April’s eyes glinted with mischief.
Jett could feel a bit of frustration growing. “You know what I mean.”
“Of course. I’m not allowed to leave the house, to attend classes, and now, on top of it all, I’m supposed to be a monk. Wait, what if they kiss me?”
“They won’t. I’ll be around.”
“Ha, very funny. You have your job, whatever that is, and that means you’re not around all the time.”
“Are you going to call guys over to hook up?” Jett asked that, only half-joking.
There was a possibility for April to play the field. With that cute face and even cuter butt, most probably, a lot of gay dudes were game.
April seemed horrified by the question. “Are you nuts? With Jay here? And, for the record, I don’t hook up.”
“Then what about that asshole?”
“It was a party, he was drunk, and it just happened. And that can’t count as hooking up. Someone saw us, and we didn’t, well, advance from that point.”
“Good,” Jett said, now relieved. “So you never, never hook up?”
April sighed dramatically. “No, dad. I never hook up. And unlike you, I believe in waiting for that special someone.”
“Seriously? Are you a virgin?” Jett burst into laughter.
April got red in the face to the tip of his ears. “At least I’m not plowing the fields from here to Antarctica with my dick, like you.”
Jett’s laughter died. He studied April for long seconds, but the green eyes didn’t back down. Instead, they sustained the stare, in what looked pretty much like a declaration of war.
Except that Jett was in no mood for war, at all. What he was in the mood for was within reach. Without hesitation, he grabbed April by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
A small sound of distress was the immediate answer, and Jett realized that he had accidentally made April’s arms stretch against the restraints. He shifted their position only slightly, and brought one hand to the back of April’s head, to bury it into the spiky blond hair.
It was so easy to kiss April. Ever since he discovered sex, Jett had decided to err on the side of caution and avoid looking at guys like that. In a way, he had just played it safe. In another, a deeper one, he knew that he couldn’t taint the memory of that kiss from Theo.
Apparently, it was enough for this dweeb to waltz into his life, and he instantly forgot about that. Not forgot-forgot, but there was no guilt in kissing April.
Actually, it was pretty damned fun. And sexy. Jett used his teeth to bit softly April’s lips. It appeared that the virgin boy didn’t care that much about waiting for that special someone, after all.
April was, without a doubt, kissing him back. His tongue was like a weasel, going in and out before Jett could catch it and taste it properly. A bit annoyed, he pulled April’s head down a bit and deepened the kiss. Jett pushed his tongue in, and damn, April’s tongue was frigging sweet.
He was pretty sure his hard-on was now pushing into April’s stomach, but he didn’t want to pretend anymore. He liked this, and April was, sort of, in his care. Therefore, Jett could taste his mouth as much as he wanted.
He brushed his lips over April’s time and time again. It looked like April was moving his head, not to escape, but to chase back, and Jett really digged that.
“Awesome,” he whispered as he broke the kiss.
April looked at him with guilty eyes. “Don’t you think we should check on Jay or something?”
Jett looked over at the table, at the receiver left there. “That one sleeps like a baby. Now, where were we?”
“Stop,” April said. “Isn’t enough that the female population is in jeopardy across the globe, because of you?”
“Are you in any danger?” Jett asked.
“I’m practically tied up to a chair, in a frigging kitchen, with a guy who weighs a ton crushing my dick. Also, I need to pee. Like really bad.”
Jett smirked. “I think you have a boner.”
“And I think you should wipe that smile off your face because that’s a hard dick close to your ass. And it’s all because I need to pee. You know, like morning wood or something. Not because I like you or anything. So that you know.”
Jett stood up quickly.
“Thank you. You were crushing me,” April pointed out.
“Are you trying to say I’m fat?”
“Just big-boned and it’s not a euphemism in your case.”
“Have you always been such a smartass?”
“Rumor has it that yes, I’ve always been like that. My mom told me that my first words, barely out of the womb were: got milk?”
Jett laughed. “You’re so full of it.”
“If by it, you mean piss, yeah, I am. Could you please untie me? We can continue the torture session later.”
“You’ve seen nothing.”
“I bet,” came the terse reply.
Jett had an urge to crash that sarcastic mouth with his lips again but decided against it. No matter how good it felt to kiss April, he needed to stop. His sanity was at stake.
April smiled as Jett released him from his constraints. “Now I know for sure I’d never be into BDSM.” He rubbed his wrists with a small wince.
“Just go and come back.”
“What if Jay needs me? I’ll go see him, too.”
“Jay is not the only guy who needs you in this house.”
The soonest the words left his mouth, Jett knew it had been a stupid thing to say.
“Sorry if I make a poor torture victim. Blame it all on my small bladder,” April replied, seemingly not at all taken with Jett’s unusual confession.
Danger averted. Good thing the dweeb took everything lightly. Although, Jett could sense April was far from superficial. The little kid seemed well taken care of. An airhead couldn’t have done that.
***
April breathed in and out a couple of times and threw some cold water on his face. Playing with Jett was off-limits. Not done. Dangerous. The guy was straight. He had a kid. Probably a girlfriend. Or more.
“I should start thinking in longer sentences if I want to get somewhere,” April murmured to himself.
That somewhere was lost in a dense haze, for now. And Jett was a great kisser, or at least good enough to make April throw caution to the wind. No, he needed to stop that because he was not thirteen and he could keep his lips and the need to kiss Jett to himself.
But what was he to do since Jett was always the one to initiate the kiss?
TBC
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