Bratt~ Out Of My League

Warning: Bandslash; Homsexual love, strong language, mild violence/glore.

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Fuck my life.

The only thing I want in the entire world is sitting straight in front of me, with his brown spikey hair, brown eyes and leather jacket. And on top of that the sexiest smirk made of the devil himself. I just fucking drool over him, Brian Haner the popular kid, the fantastic friend, and the biggest pain in the ass that has ever existed. 

I love every inch of him. Every little detail, every smirk, and every word he says. 

Forever. 

There is just one tiny problem about this. He is totally out of my league.  

So the only thing I can do about it, is dream wet dreams about everything I want to do to him. 

That ass… 

Fuck the bastard caught me staring. FUCK. He is coming this way, and smirking THAT way. OMG he’s gonna be the death of me. Okay, calm the fuck down Matt.  CALM DOWN, CALM- “What ya looking at Matthew? Seeing something you like do you, faggot.” He said the last word with force, like it was going to hurt me bad.  “Um.. I-”  

“You are! You find me hot don’t ya?” He whispered in my ear, then slightly bit my lobe just to make it even worse. I felt my dick twitch at that action. But then I was suddenly saved by the bell, and with a “See you later, Mattie.” He walked elegant down the corridor. Swinging his hips the Brian-ish way.. 

*Time skip*

The torture continued. Every day he would do something different. And he and all his friends would laugh their asses off. I was going insane at this point.  Really insane. The things he did got more insane too. One time he broke into my locker and the next thing I knew was that gay porn magazines fell over me, and the worst pic was plastered inside my locker, with of course the word “Faggot” written all over it. I just sighed, and picked up the magazines, with the whole schools laughter ringing in my ears.

Sometimes it could be little funny too, though.  One time I got a note, probably one of his friends that had wrote it. It said; if the FBI spies on you, you have to lay naked on the floor eating pretzel rods all day, so they can look at you naked, therefore they are creeps. GAY CREEPS. 

I have to say, if it had been in another setting I might have laughed at it. But it wasn’t. This was getting me on my nerves. 

So one day I got enough. I forgot my “low class- stamp” and made a plan. 

I was hiding behind a corner, and watched him go out of the class room, his nose buried in a “book” which hided a magazine.   

 I watched his next movement carefully before I got up behind him, and grabbed him, half dragged him into the boys restroom. 

“What the fuck are you doing Sanders?” He squeaked 

“What the fuck are you doing Mr. Haner?” I growled. He clearly knew what I was talking about because of his surprised, but yet guilty face. At least it was supposed to look guilty I guess. You could never know with this bastard with brown eyes. 

It suddenly became quite clear what I was doing.. Me, the unpopular kid was facing the most popular kid in school and made him look like an idiot. Hmm.. I can say I was enjoying this. 

“Well, why don’t you fucking answer me?” I murmured, and then aced a brow. 

“Because!” He said impatient. “I- um.. fuck” He lost his voice and eager between the 

“Because” and the “I-” I think.  

“Explain.” I said, now more with interest, and not so much anger.  

“You are fucking hot, right..”  He said hesitating 

I was shocked. I thought this was one of my dreams, my silly brain was playing games with me, and the reality was so surreal.  

“Fuck..” He muttered silently.  It was written all over his face that he regret saying those words with every fiber in his human being. 

“B-But I’m just.. Matt. And you are.. you know.. Brian Haner.. How the hell is that possible?”  I must have had the widest eyes in the whole history of America, because he smiled slightly sad to me. 

“You are out of my league.” He said simply.

“WHAT??   I am out of your league?”  I had never heard something more ridiculous in my entire life.  The fact that he thought he was not good enough for me was overwhelming. 

But now I realized I was still angry with him. 

“Why the fuck did you do all those things to me, if you liked me all the time?” I asked him, the fire was burning in my eyes again. 

And the only thing that fucker did was giving me a dreamy-sweet-sexy look, smiling goofy. 

“You are so hot when you are mad, Baby.” Was all he said. 

“That’s not a good expl- Wait, Wtf?”  He just giggled the most adorable sound I have ever heard in my life. 

“Mattie..” He started. “Don’t be mad at me, Kay? I didn’t know what to do to get your attention..” 

The whole sentence was said with a childish pout, which made my heart melt into a small pond. 

“Uhm.. I.. well.. It worked, I guess” Was all I managed to say. 

“I guess so.” Insert evil grin here.

*Time skip*

Smoke

The whole room is filled with smoke. 

The moans I make speak for themselves.

The spiky haired boy is giving me a glare that is lightening the fire until it feels like a Vulcan. The hot sparkling heat is making my brain dull and out of control. 

All my filthy dreams have come true in one hour. My bedroom is filled with smoke, the smoke is thick, envelopes us in a peaceful mess of passion. 

I move my hips slightly to his motions, I feel a hand grab my balls and that’s what made this day worth memorizing. I cum hard, whit firework that’s exploding in all the colors of the rainbow, the load sounds of the big bass drum and the faint noises of an angelchoir is filling my senses. 

Then I’m returning the favor. 

All the sparkling dots that once filled my existence, invades my beautiful love’s senses with passion and no mercy. 

His sweat body is feeling like glowing coal under my fingertips, his moans like the best metal song in the wide world. 

Mouth moving up and down, never leave his gaze. FoREVer. 

“What the hell took us so long?” He asks after our historical lovemaking. 

“Dunno, baby.  I guess we were just scared of each other’s reaction.”  I answers. 

“Anyway it dosen’t  mean that I don’t love you less.. “ 

“You are out of my league, Baby” He says, the teasing but yet lovingly sight in his eyes reads me the truth if he like it or not. 

“NO, baby, I’m NOT  any better than you.”