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don't ignore tharn

Type was in class sitting down with eyes narrowed, leg bouncing.
He was extremely confused.
What are these rules for? Why did he speak of them?
The lecture went quick and he heard none of it.
By the end he saw his phone go off silently on his desk. His eyes looked around no one was paying attention to him. Luckily he sat in the back.
Breathing in he took his finger to the phone his eyes widen.
It read tharn.
Type took his finger back and he put his hands folded on the desk.
He shook his head.
No fucking way you corpse, nope!
Then his eyes flashed to his phone again. He got another text message.
Signing he un folded his hands to fully grab the phone staring down at it.
Looking around, still no one was paying attention to him.
Taking his eyes down he unlocked his phone to slightly lean his head back, eyes narrowing.
First message: my house after school.
Second message: id advise you not to ignore me half breed.
Type scoffed.
He put the phone face down on the desk.
Go to hell.
The bell finally rung and he went to his locker getting his back pack.
Closing his locker, he looked to the side and tharn was leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed.
Type shook his head then Went the other direction. Smiling he saw his friend tin and they walked to the exit.
Tharn made an angery expression then he took out his phone texting type.
Type got half way home after departing from his friend, his phone went off in his back pocket.
"No. No. Nope."
But it kept going off.
Stopping in anger, he pulled it out to un lock it to gulp.
Tharn: do you really think ignoring me will give you a good outcome?
Types eyes darted then he typed.
Type: leave me alone. I didn't agree to anything.
He looked up biting his inner cheek.
Then he looked down when his phone vibrated.
Tharn: i told you when we decide a meet up to show. Its in the rules.
Type started to get irratated.
Type: i didn't agree to any thing. Stop texting me you annoying walking dead.
He put his head up looking forward.
Then he signed heavily when he felt his phone go off.
Tharn: you asked for this half breed.
Type looked at the message confused.
Type: excuse me!
No answer.
He waited a few minutes. Nothing.
Type: damn you corpse what are you talking about!
Still no answer.
Type shook his head and walked home in frustration.
What did he mean? Asked for what?
Type then stopped a few feet from his house, when he felt something familiar.
Looking up his eyes widen. Tharn was leaning on his door with his arms crossed, eyeing type.
You've got to be fucking kidding me!
Shaking his head he grabbed his back pack strap then walked forward.
Grabbing his keys from his back pocket he decided to ignore him and go inside.
Tharn planned for that.
Getting close type kept his head down.
"Move!"
Leaning slightly away tharn grabbed types by the wrist pulling him inside his house.
Spinning Around type had to stop himself on the couch edge while tharn locked the door and leaned up against it.
Type had to catch his breathe. Then he slide his back pack down.
"What the fuck!"
He leaned his arms behind him on the arm of the couch, catching his breathe.
"This is your consequence for ignoring me."
He shrugged.
Type kept his eyes down.
"So what! You show up at my house!"
"You didn't follow the rules."
"Oh my god. Damn it! I didn't agree to them. I'm not getting into this. Im not going to become your toy."
Tharn leaned his head to the door keeping his eyes on type.
"I guess in an essance you would be"
Type rolled his eyes.
"Get out!"
Tharn left his place to go to type. In a flash he put his hand under his chin making him look up. Tharn rubbed his thumb on his chin.
Types eyes narrowed.
"Don't you..."
Then Tharn.leaned down to lock lips with him.
Type squeezed his eyes shut.
Don't get hard! Don't!
Then his thoughts got muddled.
His heart sped up and he slowly took his tongue out. He couldn't control himself.
Tharn took his out has well, they both explored each other's mouths. One was cold and the other hot.
Type started to scratched the couch with his nails, the sound made him come into reality.
He pushed tharn away. Tharn looked down to him, he had his eyes closed, his back of his hand to his lips.
God damn it! He breathed heavily.
"Why are you fighting this so hard?"
"I don't want to be your toy!"
"Its just a physical act. If you don't want me to view you has such i wont."
Type shook his head.
Tharn looked down cocking his head to the side. He chuckled.
Type opened his eyes and put his hand down. Following his gaze he looked down, he was hard.
Then he leaned forward putting both hands to his eyes.
"Fuck!"
Tharn went to him leaning down to his ear.
"Just physical. No attachments."
Type lost control.
He got up pushing tharn to the wall. Tharn back to the wall stayed there without movement. Type breathed in heavily.
Then he looked down, tharn was hard. Also.
Signing in frustration.
"Fuck it then!"
He put his hands to tharns belt un buckling it. Tharn smirked.
Then he grabbed type with his hands, pulling his face up. They locked lips, lathering each other's tongues.
Type had frozen his hands to put himself fully into the kiss.
Then his mind started to work.
He pushed tharn off once more.
Tharn eyed him, he had his hands on his chest, he had his eyes closed, gritting his teeth.
Tharn had enough.
Grabbing His hand he spun him to the wall on his stomach.
Types eyes opened wide.
"Damn it let go!"
Tharn shook his head.
Then he pushed his body on his going to his ear.
"Ive had enough of your Game half breed."
Type flinched.
"Mmmmmm" type moaned.
Tharn had taken down his pants and boxers that went to his ankles, thrusting him deep.
Type had his forehead to the wall, his hands were palms down, his fingers slightly bent scratching softly at the wall.
Tharn had his hands to his waist bringing his hips away and towards him with each thrust.
"Fuck soooo mmmmm"
Type bit his lip.
Tharn smiled.
Moans and wet noises echoed the room.
"Aaah I'm gonna."
"I haven't even touch your cock yet, and yet your going to mmmmm"
Then tharn left one hip to place his hand around to type throbbing member that ozzed pre cum.
Even going half speed, tharn was close. Type was so tight, he even started to close his rectum around tharns cock while it thrusted deep.
"Mmm I'm...."
"Don't cum without me!"
"Then....."
Then type came.
Damn it. Tharn thought.
Then after a moment he came too filling him.
Type felt weak again. His legs started to wobble.
Feeling him quivering tharn took himself out. Type with the little energy he had he used his speed to spin around to pull up his clothes while he leaned on the wall.
His body gave out. Sliding down he closed his eyes.
Tharn looked at him then he looked to the side, seeing the kitchen he went to find him blood.
Quick he got a few viles, crotching down he put one in types hand.
Type breathed in heavily, then he took the vile to his mouth draining the contents. Once done he motioned with his hand for more.
He went through the 8 viles tharn had.
Feeling better he opened his eyes to see tharn had moved to lean himself on.the back of the couch, arms folded looking down at him.
"Better?"
"Your an asshole." But he nodded.
"Next time don't ignore me."
Type cocked his head to the side.
"Next time?"
Tharn narrowed his eyes.
"Keep your phone on. I have to go."
"Damn it tharn there isn't.."
His sentance hung. Tharn left.
Type looked down to the vile.
He threw it, shattering it against a wall.
Pulling his legs up he put his arms on top of his knees then put his head on top.
"Fuck!"