Lust and Chastity
Written by: RamblingRobin and MichiTheThird
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Chapter 1, part 1
"Guess everyone's procrastinating from day one, huh?" Finian Fair mused out loud with a wry smile on his face. "Sucks that classes just had to start on my birthday, of all days."
The teenage boys waited at the corner for the light to turn green before continuing. In the far distance, Fin finally saw a group of their classmates heading towards the campus. Heh. So, Jack and he weren’t the only two students trying to be on time. He was about to make some dorky joke about that when he witnessed the most eerie thing he had ever seen in his sixteen years of life. A pink-haired boy who was even shorter than him downright materialized in front of the sidewalk.
"What the-? Jack, did you just see that?"
"See what?" Jack looked around, spotting his classmates ahead. "Oh jeez, Garcia actually did shave his head! I wonder if he'll let me rub it." The older teen grinned.
Finian's eyebrows drew together. "What? Garcia? No, I mean that pink-haired kid right over there!" He pointed straight ahead of them, his public manners shoved aside, and tensed up when the boy smiled and began to walk towards him. "Oh shoot, he's coming our way."
Jack squinted at the area in front of them. Assuming his bestie was pulling his leg, he smirked and raised an eyebrow. “I don't see any pink-haired kid," Jack stage-whispered. "Is he cute?"
The navy-blue-eyed teen didn't put it past his best friend to joke around. So, when the pink-haired boy stopped before him with big, magenta eyes staring right into his, Fin felt a surge of anxiety. "Uh, h-hi? You new?"
"My name is Lee'en," The shorter stranger purred as he ran a hand through his short hair. "And I can be anything you want me to be."
Fin took a step back and began to blush. Some of his classmates had been just as forward in the past, but it still made him nervous. What kind of boldness did it take to put oneself out there without giving a darn like that?
"Jack, l-let's go get our schedules." He managed to mumble. "I-It was nice m-meeting you, Liam!" As soon as the words left his lips, he took hold of his friend’s arm and urged them faster towards the campus.
“It’s Lee N like the letter!” The petite newcomer called out undaunted as they retreated away from him.
The further away Finian and Jack got, the calmer the younger teenager’s voice became. "G-goodness, that was so embarrassing...to think that someone as short as him could have so much more confidence than me..." Finian snorted. "Wasn't he just a bit much?"
"Buddy..." His hazel-eyed bestie responded as Fin pulled him along. "Are you trying to get back at me for convincing you I had Legionairre's disease last month? What “disease” do you have that's giving you hallucinations of pink-haired boys?" He’d have mentioned drugs as a joke if he didn’t know how firm his bestie’s stance was when it came to abusing substances.
"Very funny," Fin countered, believing the brunet to be messing with him. "There's no way anyone could have missed that guy’s dramatic magenta contacts. And for him to have hit on me with you standing right there? That took some guts for a newbie."
"Now he's got magenta eyes?" Jack chuckled as he threw an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "Tell me another one, Finny."
A frown marred Finian's face when he heard the slight laugh. Did Jack think he was joking, and not the other way around? "Wait, are you serious? You didn't see him?” He quickly asked aloud, seeking affirmation. “Pink-haired shortie with a pink heart tattoo on his forehead? Practically ate me with his big eyes?"
"Well, I've seen plenty of people eating you with their eyes. Chester is devouring you as we speak... jeez, don't look!" Jack laughed, turning Fin to keep moving. "I definitely didn't see any pink, heart-stamped, freckly boys. He sounds adorable. I'm sorry I missed your imaginary friend."
A cold, dark shiver rolled down the other teenager's spine. "I just knew we shouldn't have egged and T.P.'d that tree that was too close to the cemetery!" Fin hissed in a low voice. Could that kid have been some kind of apparition? He was just starting his junior year of high school! He didn't need this kind of supernatural phenomena added to his agenda.
How was Finian expected to focus on the first day back to classes like this?
However, as most teenage minds tended to do, Fin became thoroughly preoccupied with his new classes and was too engrossed in mapping out his time between periods for restroom breaks to worry about possible pink illusions. As the day continued, he found he had at least two classes with Jack, which was always a relief. The two of them would keep one another awake.
Fin had never been so relieved that they kept the same locker throughout all their four years than when his English III class immediately assigned him a hefty textbook and an accompanying side book to read. His locker was shared with Jack, but it was more than big enough for the both of them. He quickly spun the combination in and opened it up, stuffing his two books into the side and ignoring the bathing suit models of handsome men and women plastered inside the door, courtesy of his bestie.
After he swung the locker door shut, Finian yelped in surprise when he was again met with the same magenta eyes from that morning.
"G-goodness gracious!" He squeaked. In a brief moment of bravery, he reached out with his pointer finger to poke the boy on the shoulder and sighed in relief when it came into contact with flesh. So, Jack had been messing with him earlier when he said he hadn’t seen him. "S-so you're not a ghost..."
"Nope. Better than that, babe." Lee'en preened, leaning closer to the slightly taller teen. "I am a full-fledged, rare, pureblooded Unicorn. And youuuu," He continued as he pressed a finger to Fin's lips. "Are a very chaste maiden. And I so got to you first."
Feeling even more freaked out when Lee'en touched him on the lips, Finian took off down the hallway and ran as soon as he rounded the corner. Far worse than a pink apparition was a pink apparition that called himself a Unicorn and Fin a maiden. Finian never denied that his face was feminine, but beneath his clothes was a guy's body!
His next class was P.E., which is where he headed toward. However, he noticed they were doing a health section once he arrived. The male students were sitting in a small room off the weight room. The girls had a separate P.E. class, so none were there. The faculty had managed to cram in enough tables and chairs for every guy in the class. Was it just Fin, or did it smell like more than just teen spirit?
"Hey, you okay?" Jack leaned over and asked Fin. "You look like you saw a ghost."
"I sure wish it had been a ghost. Now I don't even know what he is," Fin whispered, and he rubbed his arms. Usually, when they had them wear only their gym shorts for the health inspection, he was a lot more self-conscious. "Am I losing my mind? But I touched him! He's real..."
"Wait, pinky again?" Jack asked as he slumped in his folding chair. "Holy shit, look at Devon," Jack whispered, distracted. "Damn, he's been working out or something. I can't wait until he takes his shirt off for chest measurements. Unf."
For a brief moment, Finian peered in Devon's direction and wondered the same thing. For that matter, he even wondered what kind of other measurements Devon had. He then let out an annoyed groan at himself. Now was not the time to imagine naked classmates.
"Yes, pinky-er, I mean, Lee'en? Yes, Lee'en. He was at our locker and said," He stopped talking when someone shot a glance at them. He lowered his voice. "He told me he was no ghost, b-but something else that's even crazier to even think about!"
"There really is a pink-haired guy, isn't there?" Jack pulled his gaze away from the eye candy in the room. "You aren't yanking my chain about this." He knew that Fin never repeatedly dragged a failed joke with him after trying it once. The other teen knew when to quit. Jack began to wonder if someone else had tried to drug him or if Fin had gotten into his dad’s harder liquor stash.
"Jack, at this point, I don't know if my mind is fudging with me," Fin replied with severity. "H-He..." He swallowed hard as he forced himself to finish. "He called me a chaste m-maiden."
"Well, that's... probably accurate." Jack blinked at him a moment before grinning wickedly. "You should have let me practice blowjobs on you like we used to practice kissing." The brunet leaned forward. "I would have sucked your brain out through your dick."
Fin's face and neck began to practically glow pink. "Is sex all you think about?" He hissed, only to frown as he imagined his best friend actually sucking him off. "Blast, don't answer that question." He immediately added. "And that wasn't the only weird thing he said...he..." He leaned closer to whisper the rest into Jack's ear. "He t-told me he was a unicorn, of all things!"
"Well, I've heard of twinks, cubs, bears, queens, and so on." Jack cocked his head to the side. "I haven't heard of unicorns. That's a new one."
Fin's mouth formed into a deep frown. His best friend didn't seem to grasp the idea that the pink-haired boy truly believed himself a unicorn. What were his exact words? A rare, pureblooded unicorn? The pale teen let out a long sigh. "Whatever he believes himself to be, I just hope I never see his pixie pink hair again."
Jack didn't have a chance to say much about that since he was called up to be measured and weighed. He put a little sway in his step as he passed a couple of guys he'd fooled around with. The brunet grinned as they blushed hotly. He hadn't bothered to wear a shirt, just gym shorts like Fin. Fin could only shake his head as Jack winked at some boy in the front row while the teacher measured his chest circumference. When he was done, the brunet returned to flop next to Fin.
"You gonna take advantage of open campus with me for lunch?" Jack asked his best friend. "Or should I start hunting for someone to drag behind the bleachers?" He flinched when the cold back of the chair touched his bare skin, but his smile didn't slip. "Maybe we can get away from pinky."
"Lunch sounds great," Finian replied before he was called himself.
He felt a few people leering at him from behind and a few others snickering at his hairless chest. By that point in his high school life, he didn't care. But, there was a time when he was teased mercilessly for his girly looks, and his body hair was so delicate and pale that it was nearly invisible. But, he couldn’t dye his body hair dark like he did with the hair on his head.
Fin heard someone hiss in pain and looked over to see Jack leaning to the side to flick the ear of one of the boys snickering. Jack's smile had turned fierce, daring the other kid to try something. The other boy held a hand over his sore ear but said nothing. It hadn't been the first time Finian's best friend had shut someone up for being cruel to Fin. The wildest had been the year before when Jack had shaved every body hair from the neck down and had positively flaunted his new bare state in the locker room. Jack had decided he liked how it felt and had kept it up ever since. When Jack had described, in detail, how it increased his sensitivity during certain rather lewd acts, Fin had thought his blush would burn his face off.
Jack's smile was back to normal when Fin sat down. "You want to eat at my house, or do you want to go downtown?"
The shorter teen gave Jack one of his grateful smiles when he was finally dismissed. "Either one sounds great to me, so long as we're not on campus." He admitted. Maybe the pink-haired kid he kept seeing was just a figment of his imagination caused by the stress of starting his junior year. He had this idea of the mirage being restricted to school grounds.
"I want one of Miss Molly's burgers." Jack rubbed his hands together eagerly as he thought of the old diner on the edge of downtown.
"Miss Molly's burgers..." Finian's eyes glazed over, as they always did, whenever anyone mentioned food. He was practically drooling at the thought of a Swiss and mushroom burger from Miss Molly's, one of his favorites.
"Oh no!" Jack gasped. "I sent you into one of your Foodgasm Daydreams." The hazel-eyed teen clutched Fin's hand dramatically. "Come back to us, Finian!"
After a moment, Fin felt a hot blush on his cheeks. "Alright, alright." He whined though he had allowed Jack to hold his hand for as long as he wanted while he wiped the corner of his mouth with the other. "I was just thinking about what to order, is all."
"You're adorable when you drool." Jack booped Fin's nose before glancing at the clock. "As much as it seems a crime to deprive these poor souls of our bare torsos, it's time to change and grab a bite. Did I see your board in the locker?"
"Yeah, along with my massive textbooks. Why do third-year teachers assign so much work so soon?" Fin grumbled as he started to change back into his clothes and then walked out into the hallways with Jack to retrieve his skateboard.
"Because they're determined to crush our souls," Jack smirked.
The brunet hung back as Finian spun the combo. He leaned against the lockers as he waited. They'd been in this position a thousand times. In middle school, an older boy had thought pushing Finian while trying to open his locker would be fun. Jack had been goofing off across the hall when it had happened.
Fin had gotten a bloody nose, but the older kid earned a black eye once Jack saw what was happening. The smaller brunet had thrown himself at the bigger kid, his smile more of a snarl. Jack had never forgiven himself for not being there to watch his friend's back.
The taller teen straightened when Fin tossed him his skateboard. They didn't waste any time scooting out of the building and kicking off on their boards. Burgers were calling them. They would answer the call.
At Miss Molly's, they were seated in the same spot as usual and didn't need the menus to order what they wanted. Finian peered out the window as they waited for their food. He felt his heart leap up to his throat when he caught sight of Lee'en in the distance. It was only briefly before the boy disappeared, but it was enough to make him freak out again.
"Why do I keep seeing things? Or rather, not 'things' but that same guy?" He grumbled aloud.
"Pinky again?" Jack rested his chin on his fist, elbow on the table.
"He's got to be the most persistent hallucination..." Fin insisted.
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