Blood in the Water

Chapter 12

My attention is adverted over to Mike and his friends. He looks nervous, not knowing what to say and I walk over. 

"Hi, did I hear you correctly?" I say as I come face to face with his one buddy.

"Well it depends, what did you hear?" He says confidently.

"You were making fun of Mike for being gay, right? What's so wrong with that?" I cross my arms over my chest and Mike just looks at the floor.

"Well its just that for as long as I could remember, he made FUN of the gay ones, he wasn't one of them." He responds.

"And that gives you a reason to pick on him about?" 

"No-Wait, why do you care? I thought you hated each other?"

This is when Mike speaks up and grabs Max's arm. The stares he got from his friends' were astronomical.

"You...You guys are dating." He stammers out. "Well that's just great, you're a fucking faggot now. I guess all the years of you picking on them made you one!" 

That pushes me to the edge and soon enough I've pinned him to the wall, my face close to his. "You're gonna pay for that, jackass."

"Max..." Mike starts out.

"Mike, I suggest you keep your mouth shut." I say through gritted teeth.  "Would you like to apologize, or do I have to make you do it?" I ask Charlie. 

"I'm not apologizing for nothing!" 

"Well okay then," With my left hand pinning his arms above his head, I take my right and punch him straight in the nose, with immediate blood gushing out. But I'm not done yet. I knee him in the dick and watch him fall to the ground in agony, and then I walk away. 

"Max, what the fuck?" Mike asks rushing up behind. "You're going to get yourself into trouble!"

"Aww, you're worried about me..." I smirk. Mike gives me a disappointed look. "Mike, seriously nothing is going to happen, and I'm not worried about it." I give him a quick kiss on the head and walk to class.

It's the middle of photography when I get called down to the office. Mike gives me a sympathy look as I head out of the classroom. When I get there the secretary directs me to the principal's room. Principal Rodgers is a buff looking guy, with no hair on his head and glasses. 

"Principal Rodgers," I say and nod. He gestures for me sit down.

"I heard from a student that you got in a fight today," He starts out.

I know how these things go and I nod. "Yeah, so?" 

"We don't permit fighting here, Max." 

"Yeah, but I was defending somebody," I say, coolly.

"And who was that?"

"My boyfriend."

"Okay. Did the student you fought with give you good reason to fight him?"

"YES! He called him a fucking faggot!"

"Max... calm down-" The principal tries to say.

"Do you see nothing wrong with that? Do you see nothing wrong with this whole situation? Am I not allowed to defend the person I love?" I'm standing up now and shouting. 

"Max I never said that"

"It surely sounds like you are." I cross my arms.

"Max, I am going to need you to sit down,"

"No."

"Max..."

"I am not fucking sitting down."

"Okay, I am giving you a three-day suspension. You can come back to school on Monday."

"This is so stupid!" I yell and I knock some things off his desk. 

I march back to the art room and grab my stuff without an explanation to anybody. I get in the car Mike took us to school in. I start punching the dashboard out of frustration. I'm cursing, yelling, screaming, and before I realize it my hand is bruised up. I text Mike saying he'll need a ride home from someone else and I drive back to 'my' house. I almost forgot what it looked like.

"I need to hurt someone, I need to kill someone, I need a way to let the frustration out." I mutter as I pace around. I realize that it's been almost a month since I last killed someone. "That's that, I'm murdering someone tonight." 

Mike texts me just before school ends and I say I'm at my own house. He responds quickly and says he's on his way. He comes in through the door as I am sitting on the couch; he has bags with him, like sleepover bags. 

"What do you get there?" I chuckle. 

"Some stuff for me to spend the night here and some of your stuff." He responds and then gets a serious look on his face. "You got suspended, didn't you?

I shrug. "Yeah, until Monday." 

"Maxx," He stretches it out. I get up and stand next to him.

"It's fine, okay?" I grab his chin and kiss him. "I have some frustration, maybe we can get it out later?" That makes him blush.

"Okay. I am going to go do my schoolwork." And with that, he toddles off.

We order Chinese food for dinner, and I must admit, chopsticks are hard to use. "I. don't. like. chopsticks." I grunt. 

Mike chuckles at that and I roll my eyes at him. "Aye, don't roll your eyes at me." 

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?" I test him. 

"This." He gets up and grabs me fiercely. Pretty soon we're in a lip-lock, each of us battling for dominance. 

I break the kiss. "Should we take this upstairs?" 

"Yes," He breathes out.

We're in my old room now. Everything is still where it is, which is nice.  He walks over to my bed and sits to face me. I take my shirt off and walk over to him. He looks a more and more tense the closer I get.

"Have you ever done it before?" I whisper in his ear.

"With a girl or a guy?" He asks.

"Either or. Why have you've done it with a girl before?"

"Yeah. But that was before I knew, I guess. Have you've done it?" 

"Nope. We can learn together, can't we?" I smirk and lay down on the bed. "C'mon, take your shirt off, love."

He's hesitant but eventually does it. My eyes follow his whole chest, abdomen, and collarbones. Everything about him is perfect.

"Wow. You look handsome, love." I whisper and get on top of him. I kiss him lightly, getting more aggressive by the second; Mike moans into my mouth which just makes me melt.  It starts getting rougher, escalating with passion. I can tell Mike is getting more and more comfortable with this. 

"Do you... do you want to, you know..." He gestures towards the lower parts of our bodies. 

"If you want to, Mike, but it's all up to you," I say gently.

"I want to make you feel good. You've had a rough day today." He kneels down on the side of the bed and takes off my belt. He slowly pulls my pants down along with my boxers.

"Stop teasing, love." I gasp.

"Sorry, my dear." He smirks. "Maxx, you didn't tell me it was this big" 

"It's not a thing one brings up in civilized conversation, Michael." I speak.

He chuckles and then sets himself to work. I moan out in pure pleasure, my hand gripping in his hair. He takes that as a sign that he is doing well and makes movements with his tongue.

"Oh my god" I mutter. "I feel like I'm going to cum" I whisper.

Seconds later, I come into his mouth, and he takes it in one swallow. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and looks up at me with innocent eyes.

I pull him to me and kiss him. "You did amazing." He smiles back at me.

"I got to go shower. Don't go anywhere." He threatens and then smiles.