It had only been a few hours, but Caston already preferred public school to private school. Sure, he got away with some things, and may or may not have had a secret love affair with one of his teachers, but the overall environment was not his favorite. It was stiff and honestly quite prejudice.
Here, he could easily sit at the back of the class and not pay attention to anything. One of the notebooks his dad got him had already been vandalized by stickers and sharpie; the inside of his locker door already said a collection of swear words and quotes--one of which he had tattooed on his thigh.
Caston's favorite part of the day so far was simply walking in. He took three steps in the door and it seemed like everyone was looking at him. He loved it. At his old school, he always wore his uniform in ways no one else did so he would stand out; that always got eyes on him. But he could never wear his own clothes. Now he could. He took that opportunity and it was proving to be very affective.
Crop tops were one of Caston's favorite things to wear; he is very confident in his body and it gives him the chance to expose the band of his underwear. They made him feel hot and every time someone's eyes flicked down, his ego grew.
Caston was also open to making a few friends. He never imagined that it's something he'd give into, but he really wanted his senior year to be as authentic as possible. And what's more authentic than having a crew of friends to sit, smoke, and judge everyone else with?
The first person he met was Jace, a pretty white boy with shaggy brown hair. He was the exact opposite of what Caston imagined his high school friends looking like, but they had the most cliché meeting and Caston couldn't give that up.
He had just left English and really needed a smoke break. So in good teenage boy fashion, he was rushing through the halls to the bathroom. Hopefully no one would be there, since everyone else was on their way to third period.
Caston quickly swung the door open, smacking someone with it and dropping his cigarettes as he did so.
"Woah!" The boy backed up.
Caston squatted down and picked up his cigarettes and lighter, slowly trailing his eyes up the body in front of him. Jordans. Nice. Grey sweatpants. Nice. Green Nike crew neck. A solid outfit combination. And an even better face damn.
"Not gonna apologize for assaulting me with the door?"
"No? I dropped my shit because of you." Caston said, tucking a cigarette between his lips.
"I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here." The stranger chuckled.
"That's what the window's for." Caston motioned across the room.
He walked over and stood on the wide ledge, then cracked open the window. He lit his cigarette and took a drag, then blew it out the window.
"You are...interesting." The boy chuckled again.
Caston took another drag and wordlessly held the cigarette out to him.
The boy shrugged and walked forward. "Why not."
He climbed up on the ledge across from Caston, took the cigarette and inhaled, then tilted his head to exhale out the window.
"You're hot." Caston said, eyeing the boy's features intently.
"Um..thank you? I'm Jace by the way." He chuckled, handing the cigarette back after taking another drag.
"Of course you have a hot name too." Caston rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall.
"You say that like you don't also have a hot name."
Caston raised a brow. "And how the fuck do you know my name?"
"It's on your jacket." Jace pointed to his chest.
"Oh. Right." Caston looked down at the messily stitched patch, then back up to Jace.
"Why is it on your jacket?"
"It's from my old school uniform."
"They made you wear your names?"
Caston shrugged. "Yeah it was a weird place. I think it was mainly for like punishment reasons I don't fuckin know. Ripped it off and stitched it, take as a metaphor or don't, I don't care."
"May I ask why you downgraded?" Jace asked, the cigarette now back in his fingers.
"Personal preference? Inability to deal with constant repression? A lot of reasons honestly."
Jace nodded and passed the cigarette back to Caston. "Finding it better here?"
Caston eyed him up and down, took one last drag and then flicked the rest of the cigarette out the window. "Yeah. It's not too bad."
"So lunch is after third period," Jace hopped down off of the ledge, "Wanna sit with me and my friends?"
"I don't know. Are you friends with weirdos or assholes?"
"Why? Is that a turnoff?"
"No, a preference, actually."
"Good cause we all suck." Jace smiled.
"See you at lunch, asshole."
Caston spent the time between third period and lunch trying to map out the school in his mind. He walked nearly every inch of the halls and even ventured out onto the football field to see the under-the-bleachers situation. There, he met a few people whose names he didn't learn. One of the punk-styled girls gave him a ziploc bag of candy when he went "yo are those edibles?"
He also gave them a wad of cash in return and felt like a God for a few seconds with their amazed eyes and gentle praise.
He tucked a blue lollipop into his mouth and slowly made his way to the cafeteria, in search of Jace. He passed a lot of tables, one of which held Malachi and his jock friends.
Malachi was exactly how Caston envisioned him; popular, cocky, and a blueprint of every coming-of-age movie's high school football boy. He was never seen without his letterman jacket on (which is something that Caston didn't think real people actually did), he was always surrounded by at least three people, girls giggled and pointed at him, and every teacher seemed to love him.
Malachi also wasn't lying when he said that he would try his best to avoid Caston at school. He never directly looked at Caston and he walked through the halls like a flash of light, somewhat reminding Caston of a celebrity when people followed him around.
Caston met Jace's friends very briefly, having missed most of lunch on purpose. He was relieved when they were nothing like he envisioned them.
Ash was dark-skinned and sharp-eyed with a beautifully sculpted jawline; he wore a lot of jewelry and had pink and green dreads poking out of his hat. Rex had a similar complexion, but the complete opposite aesthetic, as their hair was black and they were wearing heavy eyeliner. Their style was also closer to Caston's, their entire outfit being black. Caston usually doesn't befriend girls (or anyone really), but the last person, Amber, seemed fairly tolerable. Her messy wolfcut and multiple piercings made Caston automatically more comfortable with her existence.
He could easily see the five of them making normal high school memories and he currently doesn't have the urge to kill any of them, so it seemed like a good match. Plus, he really hopes he'll get to fuck Jace at some point.
Caston tried to ignore Malachi in return, but he could see the back of his dirty blond hair in almost every class and the way he would turn and talk to his popular friends made him want to reach up and pull on it. In Art class, he finally got to stare at Malachi's side profile and make him uncomfortable by endlessly flirting with him. That was the most fun he had all day.
As much as he thoroughly enjoyed his first day of real high school, he was glad to finally see his motorcycle again.
"Hey, baby, you miss me?" He threw his leg over the vehicle and grabbed his helmet off of the handle.
"You own a fucking motorcycle? No--better question--you talk to your fucking motorcycle?" Jace approached Caston with his eyebrows raised and his hands holding the straps of his backpack.
"I don't talk to it. I talk at it. There's a difference." Caston said, resting his helmet on the seat in-between his legs.
"Is there?" Jace titled his head, somewhat of a smile tugging on his lips.
"Want a ride?" Caston asked, holding the helmet out to him.
Jace clicked his tongue. "I already told the bus driver I'd be seeing him again today. I can't just break that promise."
Caston leaned forward and grabbed the front of Jace's shirt, tugging him forward. He pushed the helmet onto his head. "I'm sure he'll manage."
Jace adjusted his backpack and stepped closer, slowly getting on behind Caston.
"Hold on." Caston said, turning the key.
"Yeah right."
Caston turned his head, "I'm serious."
"You not gonna wear a helmet?" Jace leaned forward and loosely wrapped his arms around Caston's waist. His fingers briefly brushed against the exposed skin.
"Don't have another one. Seems like I should though, since everyone wants to hitch a ride and then complain about it."
Caston drove away from the school quickly, making Jace's hands tighten around him; he could feel the cold metal of a ring pressing against his stomach.
After a few minutes, Caston realized that Jace never disclosed his address, so he assumed they would hang out at his house for a while. His dad is going to be annoyingly happy that he's bringing a friend home on the first day.
Once Caston shut off his motorcycle and flicked the kickstand down, the two boys hopped off. Jace handed him the helmet and he hung it back on the handlebar.
"What do you do when it storms?" Jace asked.
"The shed." Caston pointed to the building adjacent to the house. "It's empty for that reason."
"Why don't you park it in there every day? Aren't you afraid of someone stealing it?" Jace followed Caston up the path.
"I use it too often. It's more convenient out here. And no, not really. I only worry about that in the city." Caston shrugged.
"You live alone?" Jace asked as they entered the quiet house.
"Unfortunately I still have a father. He's at work." Caston tossed his backpack onto the floor and walked over to the fridge, throwing it open and grabbing a bottle. He turned to face Jace, "Want a Fahnta?"
Jace laughed. "A what?"
"Fahnta. Soda. Beverage. A drink." Caston gently shook the bottle at him. "Want one?"
"Only if you stop saying Fahnta." Jace chuckled, stepping towards him.
"Mmm...I'm good. It annoys people. I like it." Caston grabbed another bottle from the fridge and handed one to Jace.
"Who the fuck drinks blue Fanta? Where the fuck do you even get blue Fanta?" Jace looked at the bottle quizzically, then opened it.
"Where the fuck do you get anything? Use your head, Jace." Caston said, then took a long drink.
Jace made a face and lifted his free hand dramatically. "Damn, okay. No need to get all bitchy."
"Your personality really doesn't match your aesthetic." Caston said, taking another drink.
"I like to be unpredictable." Jace smirked.
"See, I like people to look at me and know that I could kill them if I wanted to."
"Well you definitely give that vibe, so you have successfully achieved that." Jace raised his bottle in Caston's direction.
"Don't compliment me, I'll get turned on."
Jace gasped gently and smirked again, inching towards Caston. "Now we can't have that."
Caston rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room, throwing himself onto the couch. He turned the TV on and watched it mindlessly. It only took Jace a few seconds to walk over and sit next to him.
Jace slightly leaned towards Caston. "You know I was coming onto you, right?"
Caston turned to look at him and raised a brow. He chuckled and looked back to the TV, taking another drink.
"Do you suck at picking up on cues or are you just not into me?"
"Option C," Caston leaned forward and sat his drink on the coffee table, then turned to Jace, "I don't think you're gay."
"You think you look gay and I don't?"
"I never said you don't look gay. I just said I don't think you are. I don't get the vibe." Caston shrugged.
"Well, you're half right. I'm Bi."
Caston clicked his tongue. "There it is. I'm never wrong."
"You're half wrong."
"And half right."
"Good fuck, you're stubborn, huh?" Jace shook his head.
Caston chuckled lowly and leaned his head back against the couch. "If that's what you wanna call it."
"So what time does your dad get home?"
"I don't know. Like five‐thirty or six. Why?"
Jace straddled Caston's lap suddenly, leaning down so their faces were touching. "Cause I don't want him to walk in on this."
Jace started kissing him before he could come up with a response. Caston grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, kissing back forcefully. Jace started kissing down his neck, his teeth and tongue making a delightful appearance.
Jace had started grinding down on his lap and Caston didn't hesitate to lift his hips up and match his pace.
Caston now had a fistful of Jace's hair and a mouthful of his tongue. He tasted like sex and blue Fanta; two of Caston's favorite things. If only he tasted like blood as well.
You can rearrange that.
Caston kissed him harder and gripped his side tighter, feeling a little too sure that Malachi was telling the truth about not helping him clean up a crime scene again. Plus, he's too acquainted with Jace and his peers to get away with it.
Jace started kissing down Caston's neck again, only he kept going; over his chest and down his stomach. He unbuttoned Caston's jeans and tugged them down, making Caston lift his hips.
Caston looked down at the beautiful boy taking him so well. He smirked and pushed his hips up, his hand resuming its place in Jace's hair. The boy was very skilled with his tongue and he had Caston shamelessly groaning into the air.
Jace audibly choked around Caston's dick, as he trusted his hips up and came into his mouth. Jace pulled off, made a pained face as he swallowed, and then coughed into his arm.
"Fuck...you could've warned me." Jace exhaled roughly, still coughing.
"Ew no thanks. Praising, degrading, oh that feels good, those are all fine. The second someone says I'm gonna cum, my dick is soft. Disgusting." Caston cringed, pulling his underwear and pants back up.
Jace chuckled. "You hate it that much?"
"You telling me you like it? It's so cringy."
"It's courteous."
"Respect is a turn off."
"So you'd rather have someone cum down your throat without warning and make you choke?"
"Hell yeah."
"Noted." Jace nodded, using the couch to help him stand up. "You should like tap me next time or something. Choking on a dick fucking hurts."
"Next time?" Caston raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, kinda figured if your end goes well, we'd make a thing of it. The gay population at school is low and the girls do not know how to suck dick." Jace said, his eyes widened slightly.
Caston held a smirk as he stood up and pushed Jace onto the couch. He leaned over him and kissed him hard, gripping the couch cushion with his right hand. Jace immediately kissed back and reached up to hold Caston's bicep.
Caston kissed down his neck, taking his time to leave marks just like Jace had done to him.
"You smell like fucking candy." Caston breathed, kissing and biting his way up Jace's neck.
"I taste like it too." Jace smirked against his mouth.
Caston never needed to be convinced to suck a dick, but those words definitely made him move faster. He pulled Jace's underwear and sweatpants down in one motion, and he didn't hesitate to make the boy's dick touch the back of his throat repeatedly.
Jace was loud. Caston loves loud. He had a tight grip on Jace's thighs and moaned around him constantly, just letting saliva freely drip out of his mouth. Jace was also fast. Like really fast. Caston loves to let his jaw ache, but before he could comprehend it, Jace had came into his mouth.
Caston pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn, you're quick."
Jace kept his head back and panted up at the ceiling, looking like he was trying to talk. He leaned up and stared down at Caston, his eyes heavy. "That- that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had holy fucking shit..."
"If you've only been getting them from unskilled girls, that's not the biggest compliment." Caston chuckled as he stood up.
"I've gotten a few good ones from guys before," Jace pulled his pants back up, "Way better than the girls, but nothing compared to you."
Caston smirked. "Practice makes perfect and liking it makes it ten times better. Because not only are you enjoying yourself, but I am as well."
"That's nice." Jace nodded, then grabbed the front of Caston's shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss.
Caston smirked into the kiss, grabbed Jace's hips, and pulled him onto his lap. They kissed until Caston ran out of air; he grabbed Jace's hair and pulled his head back, taking a deep breath.
Caston looked over to the front door as it opened. His dad walked in, kicking the door closed with his foot.
Jace rolled off of his lap, now sitting next to him with their thighs touching.
Caston leaned his head back against the couch. "Hey dad."
"Caston," Mr. Hill nodded, then flicked his eyes over to Jace, "Did I interrupt or is this just a friend?"
"Dad, it's the twenty-first century. He can easily be both." Caston smirked, glancing over to Jace.
Jace chuckled and stood up, walking over and holding his hand out to Mr. Hill. "I'm Jace."
"Nice to meet you. You can call me Jeremy." Mr. Hill shook his hand with a delighted expression.
"Okay," Jace tilted his head towards him, "Jeremy."
"I'm having dinner with a colleague, so I'll be out of your hair soon. I can leave money for takeout if you want." Mr. Hill said, lifting the strap of his bag over his head and then hanging it up by the door.
"Okay, thanks." Caston said, leaning forward and grabbed his drink off of the table.
The two boys watched TV in silence until Mr. Hill walked back into the room, wearing a more casual outfit. He said a jumble of fatherly words, then left the house, Caston giving him a lame wave and a mumbled "ehheh" on his way out.
"Dude, your dad is hot." Jace turned in his seat, putting his elbow on the back of the couch.
"I would hope so. He looks just like me." Caston said, his eyes on the TV and his hand wrapped around the drink resting on his thigh.
"And he's cool as fuck."
"Obviously. Look at how I turned out." Caston lifted the bottle to his mouth, then paused, "You're not gonna try to fuck my dad, are you?"
Jace chuckled. "Nah. That'd be weird. Plus, he's straight, right?"
"Pretty sure. He made me with a woman, so.."
"Doesn't mean he's totally straight. And that was seventeen years ago; people change."
"Yeah, I know. But I'm pretty sure he's fucking Malachi's mom." Caston sat the bottle back on the coffee table, as it was now empty.
"What? Like popular varsity football player Malachi Jameson?"
Caston turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. "Yes. Why are you talking about him like he's a celebrity?"
"I mean he might as well be with the way his name gets around school." Jace chuckled.
"This information is completely useless to me, I'd literally rather talk about anything else." Caston slouched farther into the couch, crossing his arms.
"Do you like to run?"
"Depends. What am I running from?"
"Nothing?" Jace laughed.
"Oh. Then I don't know. I've never ran for fun. Why?"
"I run track. Was wondering if it's something you'd be interested in. Tryouts for indoor track are in a few weeks and I get to oversee them."
"Oh. Yeah absolutely fucking not." Caston exhaled a laugh. "I'm not gonna become an athlete of any sort."
"Alright. You should at least come to practice with me. Most of the guys who run are fruity, so I know you could find someone to fuck." Jace said casually, leaning forward to take a drink of his Fanta. "Wanna makeout again?"
"You are a very tolerable person." Caston said, pulling Jace onto his lap.
Jace placed a hand on his chest. "The words a boy always dreams of hearing."
After a thorough makeout session, Jace left, stating that his moms were expecting him home for reasons Caston didn't bother to wrap his head around.
The only light came from the TV, illuminating Caston, who was now laying on the couch in his underwear and a pair of fuzzy socks. His hair was in its, now usual, half-up style and the coffee table was covered in an array of opened snacks and drinks. His left leg was on the back of the couch and his right was propped up on the arm rest at the other end of the couch.
The front door opened and the lights flicked on. Caston looked over, seeing his dad slowly close the front door, as if trying to do it quietly. He turned around slowly and jumped.
"Caston! You scared the shit out of me." Mr. Hill exhaled, placing his hand on his chest. "You weren't waiting up for me, were you?"
"Don't flatter yourself. I wanted to watch American Horror Story and don't have a TV in my room--why that is, I actually have no fucking clue." Caston paused the show, then turned back to his dad. "So what kind of colleagues are out to dinner until almost 1am?"
"Colleagues who get along and go out for drinks after. What kind of friends hang out after school and don't stay the night?" Mr. Hill raised a brow and crossed his arms.
"Friends who just met today. Apparently his moms care about him and don't want him spending the night with people they've never met. Weird, huh?"
"No Malachi either?"
"He runs with a different crowd at school and apparently that means we can't hang out anymore. It's just boring high school shit, honestly." Caston said, putting his feet on the floor and standing up.
"Ahh yes, the popular kids; dictating everyone's lives since the dawn of civilization. Always kinda thought you'd be popular since you're so outgoing and charismatic."
"I'm too Alt for them, dad." Caston placed a hand on his shoulder. "They don't have taste. I'm going to bed."
"And leaving this mess in the living room?"
"Yes. Goodnight."
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Hedon
Random[Proper description in progress...] I'm warning you, this story is messy and all over the place because I wrote it for me and my mind. It's also a little dark maybe, so..you are forewarned I guess.
