“God dammit! Get out of my fucking way!” Sam quickly moved out of the way of his drunk step-father. It wasn’t often that Tim was drunk, but it’s not like he acted much different when he was sober either.
“You’re just a waste of space. I don’t know why Stacy insists on keeping you around. You don’t contribute anything to this family. You don’t deserve any of the luxuries that we give you. Your mom and I work hard to put food on the table, and you...you, just get out of my face already” Sam was glad to do as Tim asked and scurried out of the house and on to school.
Tim was a mean guy, and Sam didn’t really know what his mom saw in him. It couldn’t have been that he was attractive, no Tim was anything but attractive. He tried not to let Tim’s harsh words bring him down, but they still stung even if this was the thousandth time he had heard them. He’d never told his mom about how mean Tim is, because for whatever reason Tim made his mom happy and Sam didn’t want to take that away from her. Especially since he knew how happy Treyvon made him feel, he couldn’t imagine denying his mom that.
Speaking of Treyvon, he didn’t see the boy the whole day at school. He only knew that he was here because of the occasional texts they had sent between class. So, it was very nice to finally see his boyfriend(?) when he entered the gym right after sixth period. Treyvon waved at him warmly, as did Darius, and Sam waved back a lot less shyly than he had when he first started coming to the practices.
His confidence didn’t last long though, as Coach Boone destroyed it once Sam realised he was headed his way.
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The bell just rang signalling the end of fifth period, and Treyvon wondered how Sam was faring considering that was his math class. He didn’t have too much time to think about it, because as soon as he entered the locker room he could tell something was off. The room that was usually lively and full of chatter was deathly quiet. Treyvon sent a questioning look to Darius who just pointed towards Coach Boone’s office.
Deciding to be brave as the team captain, Treyvon knocked on the door, “Come in, Lover Boy”
Ah yes, how could Treyvon forget. Coach Boone had started calling him Lover Boy which prompted lots of teasing from his teammates even though they didn’t even know who he was loving on. Coach Boone didn’t reveal his secret which he was grateful for, but also didn’t stop the team from using the nickname as well.
“What’s up Coach?” Treyvon sat in the stiff chair across from his Coach who seemed like he either wanted to kill himself or someone else.
“What’s up? You want to know what’s up?! The fucking administration is busting my balls and keeps telling me that I have to take on a teaching assistant for this period. I hate having teaching assistants, all they are is a waste of space. What are they even going to do?” Boone seemed livid, and Treyvon didn’t really understand why, but he did know the perfect person for the job.
“Why don’t you request Sammie to be your T.A? He’s quiet, you’re around him everyday and you haven’t wanted to kill him yet. He’s at practice more than some of the actual players are” Treyvon suggested and much to his relief, Boone seemed to be thinking about it.
“Olsen huh? Don’t think I don’t notice all those googly eyes you make at him. I’ll make Olsen my T.A as long as you promise to start paying more attention to practice and not my new T.A’s behind” Treyvon blushed. He didn’t think it was that obvious that he was staring at Sam all the time.
“Deal. I promise he won’t be a distraction, but could you keep our relationship to yourself. We’re not exactly ready to announce it yet” Boone raised an eyebrow and the request, but nodded seriously. Treyvon thanked him and walked out of the office happily.
His teammates all stared at him like he was crazy, but before they had time to question him, Coach Boone yelled at them to get out on the court.
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“Olsen, I need a T.A for sixth period, and you’re going to be it. I’m going to contact the office so don’t worry about it. You have to be present for all of the games and practices. Pretty much you’re my little slave, and that’s about it. Don’t bother me, and you’ll love this position. You get to be closer to you little Lover Boy, and I get those assholes off my back. It’s a win-win situation. Got it? Okay good, it was nice talking to you Olsen” Sam didn’t utter a single word that whole conversation, but he guessed he never really had a choice in the first place.
“Boys! Listen up! I have a new assistant. See that little boy over there? That’s Olsen and he’s gonna help me out around here, so he’s like a second me. If you wouldn’t cross me, you’re not gonna cross him. Got it?” The boys all nodded and Sam felt kind of warm that Boone was nice enough to make sure that the players wouldn’t mess with him. Who knew that man had a caring bone in his body?
Boone didn’t really ask Sam to do anything today, but he told him to come to his office for the sixth period instead of the gym. Sam agreed and got back to doing his homework. Soon enough practice was over, and Sam was waiting for Treyvon to get dressed before they could head to the library.
“Hey baby, are you excited about your new job? Well it’s not really a job, but you know what I mean” Treyvon walked up to Sam and gave him a big hug.
“I guess. He’s kind of scary” Sam whispered into Treyvon’s chest. Treyvon kept his arm around Sam and together they walked to the car.
“Yeah he definitely is, but he’s all bark when it comes to cuties like you. I think you remind him of his son, Ellio. He’s about eight years old and he is super shy just like you” Treyvon tries to reassure Sam.
They walked into the library and headed off to their usual seat. The library had quickly become both Sam and Treyvon’s happy place. Sometimes Treyvon liked to joke around and tell Sam that he might not need a tutor anymore since he’s starting to grasp the concepts easier, but deep down it was one of Treyvon’s worries. It was an irrational worry, but one that plagued him nonetheless. He should be happy that Sam isn’t struggling anymore (and he is) but he also doesn’t want Sam to stop needing him.
Treyvon has also started demanding kisses as payment for their tutoring sessions. Sam is always really embarrassed when the librarian catches them cuddling, but Treyvon is incessant on holding his little baby. Sam secretly likes it, which I guess can’t really be counted as a secret if Treyvon already knows it.
“Mwah” Treyvon planted a big kiss on Sam’s cheek after he got one of the challenge questions right, without any help, “That was your reward”
Sam rolled his eyes, but cuddled himself further into Treyvon’s hold. The two of them didn’t worry much, as no one was really in the library at this time and those who were couldn’t see them anyways. It was a harrowing say for one half of the party and a funny one for the other when the librarian found out they were a thing.
For whatever reason, Treyvon had been especially touchy and pulled Sam onto his lap. Sam protested, but they quickly dwindled down as Treyvon captured his lips and shut him up. Just as Treyvon was about to deepen the kiss they heard a gasp, and quickly broke apart. Treyvon looked to the librarian who was blushing and apologized sheepishly. She just shook her head, and told them not to be too noisy. Sam was absolutely mortified and wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He would even dig his own hole if he had to.
Speaking of Treyvon trying to cop a feel, Sam batted at the hand that was currently playing with the waistband of his leggings. His slaps did nothing to stop Treyvon’s strong hands and he held back a gasp as Treyvon picked him up and deposited him on his lap. The same hands from before had found their way into his pants and were enjoying kneading Sam’s ass.
“Treyvon...what if someone sees?” Sam whined, trying to hide his face in Treyvon’s broad chest. He could feel his pecs through his thin shirt.
“Don’t worry baby, no one’s gonna see. Besides I know you love it when I play with your ass. Isn’t that right, baby? I remember how much you moaned for me when I fucked you with my tongue. Do you remember that? I bet you’re thinking of it right now, I bet you want something else to fill your tight little hole right now, like my big fat cock” Treyvon whispered in Sam’s ear who was squirming in his lap and blushing like a maiden, “...but, if you’re too embarrassed I guess I should put you back”
Treyvon picked Sam up and tried to place him back in his own chair but Sam clung to him. Treyvon smirked, he knew Sam couldn’t resist him. That smirk was quickly wiped off of his face when he felt small hands palming his dick. Treyvon’s dick twitched and began hardening, especially when Sam started on fully stroking it. Treyvon held his breath as Sam pulled his sweatpants down and pulled his dick through the opening of his underwear and released his aching cock.
“Shit, baby... I didn’t know you had it in you” Treyvon breathed out quietly and tried not to groan as Sam started working his cock. He loved the contrast between Sam’s pearly skin and his own dark chocolate one. He also loved the concentrated and hungry face that Sam wore as he jacked Treyvon off.
Sam knew that Treyvon was going to come soon when he started thrusting up into Sam’s hands, “Yeah, baby just like that. Unh...I’m gonna come soon”
It would be very bad if Treyvon just came since they had nothing to clean it up with, so Sam decided to be bold and took the tip of Treyvon’s dick into his mouth. Treyvon’s eyes shot open and he let out a grunt as he released into Sammie’s mouth.
“Fuck, Sammie. Let me see, open your mouth” That was another thing that Sam found out about Treyvon. He loved to see his cum on or in Sam, it was like one of his kinks. Sam opened his mouth and showed off all the cum that was in his mouth. He swallowed it, and while it wasn’t the most pleasant taste, it wasn’t unbearable either.
Sam packed Treyvon’s softening dick back up, and gave it a soft pat. Treyvon chuckled and packed up their stuff. They should probably get out of there, he didn’t think that they would be getting much more done.
“Thank you, baby. I appreciated that'' Sam hummed at Treyvon’s words, and tilted his head up for a kiss. Kissing Sammie when they were standing up practically broke Treyvon’s back, but he would gladly break his back in order to get some sugar from Sammie.
“Welcome” Treyvon pecked Sammie’s mouth, not really enjoying the slight taste of his own cum. Treyvon didn’t know how Sammie did it, Treyvon had never liked the taste of his own cum. Maybe he’ll like the taste of Sammie’s?
Treyvon smiled softly as he stopped at a red light and saw that Sammie was fast asleep, and all curled up on the passenger seat. Treyvon has had girlfriends and none of his relationships had been particularly sour, but Sammie made his heart warm like he had never experienced before. It was too soon to call it love, but Treyvon definitely cherished him like he did.
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