Stay (Mxmxmxb)

Chapter 4

     Groaning, I opened my eyes, shocked to immediately see Xavier laying down beside me. Shirtless. And poking my dick. Jerking away, I fall on the floor, flinching from the sudden pain, "Ouch.." I mumble before glaring at Xavier who is grinning at me. "You're bigger than I expected down there." He idly comments, gesturing at the bulge in my pants from where I got hard from him poking it while I was asleep. Too tired to even argue I grab the grape juice I notice left on the counter across from the bed. Xavier stretches out on the bed, enjoying having it all to himself now. I closed my eyes instead of staring at his upper body, sipping the grape juice that was a little hot which said I had been asleep for a while.

   The door opens ten minutes of silence later and Zachary walks in tiredly. Though when he sees I'm awake he goes back to acting perfectly awake and refreshed. "Xavier touched me in my sleep." I tattle dryly and Xavier laughs, "Come on, I was only poking! It's not my fault you're hard, you could always go jerk off you know?" He jokes easily. Tilting my head I frown, "Jerk off?" I ask, confused, though I had an idea what he meant. Zachary coughs, "Alright children, Xavier don't touch Kryton inappropriately in his sleep and Kryton, are you feeling better? You fell asleep pretty fast." he maturely states and asks. I nod quietly, throwing away the empty bottle of juice, "Is jerking off another word for masturbation?" I ask, a light blush tinting my cheeks despite my effort to not react. Xavier stifles a laugh, grinning widely as his hand covers his mouth while Zachary studies me before nodding, a hint of a smile at his lips. "Oh." I mumble, looking away from both of them, fidgeting.

    I reach over and grab my phone off the counter, checking the time. It's practically time to leave school which means I missed two classes. Fantastic. "The classes you missed already know that you were at the nurse's office. I offered to take you home but she said just to let you sleep, something about you and your dad don't get along." Zachary explains but frowned at the end. Instead of answering the obvious question about why, I simply nod and send a text to Elliot that I'm going to his class so we can walk to my bike together. He immediately replies with where his class is and I lean off the counter, running a hand through my messy hair that probably looks like road kill currently. "Thanks. I'm going to head to Elliot's class." I state to Zachary, ignoring the slight dizziness I feel as I leave before he can respond. I don't really want to be around him, since his motives are still unclear.

    The bell rings just as I arrive at Elliot's class, Dustin intentionally knocking his shoulder harshly into mine as he walks past. I let him go instead of fighting, still dizzy and not feeling well. Maybe I have a concussion? Most likely not though, Dustin only hit my face twice and both were on the cheek or jaw so that marks it out. Maybe during my panic attack I hit my head? Possibly. Or it could be an after effect from the delay of medication. Whatever it is, it's not too bad and I can definitely power through it, just rest at work. Elliot happily walks over and talks about a bunch of random stuff as we head to my bike so we can go to work.

   I handed Elliot his helmet, a black one since I had two black helmets, a spare and one I typically use. The only difference between ours is that he has a small sticker on the side of his helmet of "thug life" since apparently having a motorcycle makes you a thug in his eyes. It's more of a joke than an actual thought though, he's too nice to believe anyone's a thug. Work was boring, I didn't work out like normal so all I could do was rest during our shift at the gym. Directing people who asked and guiding people when it comes to working out, on the correct posture and such. I was always better at explaining this than Elliot since he barely works out unlike me, my muscles bulging a little through the thin gym employee outfit we are assigned.
 
    I've been hit on a couple times, by guys and girls but I've always turned them both down with a neutral expression. There were a couple who were persistent though, one of these people walking over now. Her name is Samantha, from what I know she likes sleeping around and I was known for always rejecting anyone's advances so I was somewhat a prime target for her. "Hey big boy! How has your day been, hm~?" Samantha asks cheerfully, leaning over the counter to talk to me, her tracksuit zipped down a little too far to reveal her bust that I don't find attractive whatsoever.