The Most Stereotypical BMC High School In Existence

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Rich's POV
As they walked through the halls hand in hand, every eye was glued on them. Most were filled with disgust and disapproval, but a few held indiffererence, tolerence or even support. Rich made a mental note of who those individuals were so he knew who was potential new friend material.

Eventually they had to separate to go to class. "Bye cutie, I'll see you in seventh." He gave Rich a kiss, which was returned, before heading to his first class. Rich hurried to his, which luckily was relativly close by. He was smiling ear to ear, unable to get his head out of the clouds.

He was sprinting to seventh when he almost ran straight into Jake. "Whoa, slow down babe, you almost knocked me over." Rich blushed, brushing himself off. "Thorry! I wathnt looking where I was going and-" Jake held his hand up. "It's ok, calm down." Rich took a deep breath and nodded. "Ok."

He hesitantly walked into the locker room, waiting for a cruel word or a or punch to be thrown his way, but what he was greeted with was completly unexpected. Coach Eric had all of the class in front of him, and was sternly lecturing them.

"We have two LGBT+ students in this class, and I swear on baby Jesus that I will whoop your ass if I see one of you step a toe out of line towards these two. They are both great athletes in their own respect and have done NOTHING to you. They are NOT perverts or anything along that line. If there is any discrimination against them I will not hesitate to fail you, give you ISS, or worse." He dismissed them, and went to his office.

He stepped out from behind the wall and scurried to his locker, refusing to make eye contact. He changed as fast as humanly possible, shoving his stuff into his locker and running to the gym. Jake was already there, shooting hoops alone. There were other boys in the gym, but they gave the two a wide berth.

"Hey Rich! Just shooting some hoops. Wanna join? We have a sort of free day today." He tilted his head, trying to look at the 10 foot tall hoop. He looked at his 5 foot 1 inch self and laughed. "Me? I couldn't do it even if Michael Jordan himthelf wath teaching me." Jake frowned. "C'mon!" He shook his head. "Not gonna happen. I have to thtudy for a tetht tomorrow, tho that ith what I'm uthing my free period for. Maybe homework too."

He went into the empty locker room and got his stuff, quickly making his way to his usual spot in the bleachers. He opened his binder for his world history class and pulled out the review. Not even five minutes in he felt and heard someone sit right next to him. He glanced up to unsurprisingly see Jake sitting next to him. "Heeeyyyy." Rich rolled his eyes. "Fineeeee, I'll give you attention."

They talked the rest of the period, avoiding doing anything out of the ordinary because there comes a point with people where threats aren't enough. If they had been over the top, it would have ended badly. The bell rang and they were the first ones in and out of the locker room. They managed to avoid any delays from people and made it to the car in about 10 minutes.

They got in and drove back to the apartment, Jake quickly changing and going to the studio to teach a class, so he would be back around 7:30. Rich took it upon himself to finish his homework and start browsing the internet for a job. He needed to start contributing to the household now that he lived here. Did he live there? He would have to talk to Jake and Ty, and figure out living arrangements and everything.

He found a few local jobs that grabbed his attention. He printed the applications out and downloaded them, just so he could fill it out in hand before emailing a digital copy. He grabbed a pen and started filling them out, scratching out sentences that didn't flow or didn't portray him the way he wanted. It took him about hour to get the paper copies filled out, which he quickly transferred to the digital copies. He emailed each business their application, satisfied with his work.

"Honey, I'm home!" Jake sing songed as he entered the apartment. "Hey Jake! I need to talk to you and Ty for a thecond." Jake dropped his bags and set down next to him. "Sure! TY, COME HERE FOR A SEC!" Ty poked their head out of their door. "Wassup gays?" They sat on the floor near the couch. "Rich wants to talk to us." "Yeah! Tho, I wanted to dithcuth living arrangmentth becauthe if im gonna live here I need to contribute to the rent and other finanthial rethponthibilitieth, and I'm getting ahead of mythelf. Can I live here?"

Jake laughed. "Babe of course, you didnt have to ask! Yeah, we all contribute so I'm glad we don't have to force you to help out around the house. We'll add you to the chore rotation and shit and it'll be good." Ty flashed a peace sign. "Yeah, you basically already lived here, now you just are gonna help with rent, which is cheap anyways. See ya dudes, I gotta study." They fled to their room, ending the conversation. "You were always welcome here, and still are. Im glad you're living with us, with me." Jake winked and lightly kissed his neck, causing Rich to shiver from the touch.

Jake's POV
Jake took a shower, getting rid of the sweat and grossness from the class he had just taught. He was teaching brand new choreography and it required a lot of demonstration and reps, as it was one of the most difficult pieces he had given this particular group. Jake came out of the shower with a towel on and his heart melted when he saw Rich snuggled in bed with a tattered stuffed cat and a book. Rich was completly absorbed in his book, not even glancing up as Jake grabbed clothes from his closet and went back into the bathroom to change. He sat down next to him, finally getting his attention.

"Oh! You thcared me." Rich grinned and set down his book. "Who's this lil guy?" He booped the tiger's nose. "It wath a gift from my mom when I wath a baby... I brought it out becauthe you know, we've been looking for her and I want to remember ath much ath I can tho I know what the's like..." Jake put his arm around him and pulled him close. "Were gonna find her, together. You're not alone." Rich rested his head on his chest, rolling to face him. Jake trailed kisses from his forehead to his lips, leaving a soft kiss before pulling away. Rich whined softly, moving his book and stuffie to the floor.

"~Oh?" Jake rolled on top of him, knees on either side of his boyfriend's hips. "Is there something you want?" Rich blushed and bit his lip, nodding. "~You have to tell me what you want, babe." Rich blushed even more, his tongue darting out to lick his lips every few seconds and it was driving Jake INSANE. "Nothing... Nothing down there... Yet..." Electricity shot down his spine. Yet.

He kissed his lips, just enough to draw Rich in but before he was satisfied he pulled away, teasing the shit out of him and loving every second of it. Rich whined again, pulling Jake down to kiss him. He chuckled into the kiss, finally giving Rich what he wanted. He licked his lip and his mouth opened immediately. They made out for a minute before Jake pulled away and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck to his collarbone, searching for his pulse point. He heard a soft moan fall from Rich's lips and he grinned. "There it is." He bit and sucked on the soft skin, leaving a fresh mark in the dip of his collarbone.

Jake gently tugged on the bottom of Rich's tank top, silently asking if he could take it off. Rich quickly pulled his off and pulled on the front of Jake's shirt, signaling that he wanted it off as well. He took it off in one clean movement, then pressed his lips back on Rich's. He slid his tongue back into his mouth, pulling soft noises from the boy beneath him. He moved down to the pale, unmarked skin of Rich's chest, sucking and biting a few marks there before finally pulling off.

Rich was an utter mess. His eyes were filled with a mix of lust, wonder and love, his chest was heaving, lips swollen, and he had at least six new hickies. Jake got off of Rich, knowing when to stop. "Can... Can I leave few markth?" Rich asked timidly, still on his back. "Of course." Rich rolled on top of him, in a very similar position to the one Jake had been in a few moments ago. He kissed his lips gently, trailing butterfly kisses down his neck. He searched for his pulse point, finding it on the muscle right where the shoulder and neck connect. When he found it, Jake groaned and his hands flew to his hips. Rich left an incredibly dark mark, moving to add a few more before pulling away. He laid on top of Jake, head on his chest. Jake pulled the covers up, wrapped his arms around him and held him close, falling into a deep, restful sleep.