It had happened again. It was almost midnight and Dean Ambrose was still awake. He stared back at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was a bruise forming underneath his left eye.
"Fucking asshole...He can rot in hell for all I care..." He whispered.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it, that his teachers would ask what had happened. He would make up another lie again, no big deal. This wasn't the first time this happened and it wouldn't be the last.
***
"Mmm...Yeah, baby...Suck my cock like your mouth was made for it..."
Baron was moaning above him, while he worked on getting him off. He was trying to hurry up, wanting to get this over with. Especially since Baron was touching him more...he had even suggested taking it a bit further, which Dean had turned down. He wouldn't give Baron the satisfaction of letting him be his first. He wanted his first time to be special.
"Oh shit..." The other was getting close. He grabbed the back of his head, holding it in place, forcing him to swallow down all of his cum.
"You were amazing, like always." Baron said, slumping down to floor with him.
"Whatever." He yelped, when he felt his ass being slapped.
"So, when can I have a piece of this ass?"
"When you learn not to think with your dick and actually get a brain, which will be never."
"So, I can't fuck you?"
"One, I have a girlfriend. Two, I'm not gay. Three, even if I was, I wouldn't be into you. You're a jerk."
"A jerk who knows that your daddy makes you whore your ass out for money."
"Screw you." He stood up, putting his hoodie back on. "I gotta go. Please don't text me again."
"You know that that won't happen." He came up behind Dean, pulling him against him.
"Let go of me." Dean growled, ready to attack him if he needed to.
"Remember Ambrose, I know all of your secrets. I can use you however I want. And if you don't do what I ask you to, the whole school will know everything."
***
It was now lunchtime. He was trying to catch up on some sleep before class, when he heard someone sitting next to him.
"Hey, Dean."
He looked over, seeing that it was Roman who had decided to sit with him.
"Oh, its just you."
"What happened to your face?"
"Hmm?"
"You have a bruise underneath your eye. What happened?"
He sighed. "Its nothing, alright? Ended up falling and hurting myself."
"Okay, I was just concerned is all. What are you doing after school?"
"Nothing...Why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place for a bit?"
"You know I haven't made up my mind yet on whether or not I want to be friends with you, right?"
"I know...Its just that...I don't know...My mom is busy tonight, working late, my sister is going to be at my grandma's house, and Seth is busy with Finn. So, I wanted some company over, preferably you."
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Roman's Angel
RomanceRoman is head over heels in love, with his classmate, his angel, Dean Ambrose. Except only one problem...He know hardly anything about him, and is afraid to talk to him. His angel is a mystery to him. Will he ever learn more about him? Will Dean fee...