Secrets; Maylor

11

Flashback*

I lay awake in my bed, continuing to toss and turn viciously, ordering myself to get back to sleep. But, that didn't work. With a loud sigh I looked at the clock next to my bed- 3:30am. Great. I rubbed my eyes once more and headed towards the kitchen until I saw Mum. She sat on one of the kitchen stools just staring into nothing. She looked extremely upset.

"Mum?" She jumped at my voice. She let out a quiet whimper and looked down. I immediately rushed over to her, "What's wrong?" 

She let out a loud cry this time and continuous sobbing afterwards. I rubbed her back soothingly, clueless to what was wrong.

"I'm sorry." She said between sobs, "I'm so sorry, Brian."

"What happened? Wh-Wh-"

"It's John. He- Uh- He went out to the shops late tonight with his mum to get some snacks. On their way back- they um- A car smashed into the side of their car at a red light. It was John's side."

I let out a small whimper, my hand over my mouth.

"Lilian was injured. She's at home now. She had a few cuts and a sprain in her wrist-"

"Is Deaky okay?"

She shook her head, "He didn't make it, Brian." She paused. "They think he died almost instantly. I'm so sorry." She blurted out. 

I nodded, my eyes tearing up, "Oh." Was all I could say before dragging my feet back to my room without a word. I sat up in bed, staring at the wall, not even crying. I just sat and stared. I was waiting for it all to sink in. The tears, the screams, the aggression, the pointless punching at my pillows, the loss. But it never came. I couldn't get myself to do anything. So I sat.

And I felt horrible for it.

"I can't believe she just left!" I yelled, Dad sitting on my bed next to me. He nodded.

"She didn't even tell me she was going. She must have went during the night or something." 

The night I told my mother I was gay...she left. She packed her bags and disappeared. It's been two days and we've heard nothing despite us calling grandma and grandpa, and a couple of her friends too. She was gone without a trace. Dad and I couldn't make sense of it. I felt more than horrible. I just fucked up my fathers relationship with my mother because of my sexuality. It was my fault, I fucked everything up like always. I hadn't even gone to school. I didn't want to go nor did Dad want me to.

"Can I be honest with you, son?" I nodded, "The way she spoke to you that night after...everything thats happened with you, your depression, and John makes me realise she wasn't good for you or myself. I've seen her be very judgemental sometimes even when we were young about stupid things. She'd say nasty words for a little bit and then continue as if nothing happened. I shrugged it off because she was the love of my life- she was perfect in my eyes. Never would I assume she'd treat our child the way she did that night. It was so out of character for her- but, maybe it wasn't. I want you to know that I will never judge you for who you are, Brian. I promise. I don't want her back after that- after what she said."

I stayed quiet for a few moments before giving him a comfortable side-hug, "Thanks, Dad." I choked out. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? The last thing you need to be is sorry. You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did the right thing, okay?"

I nodded. Dad soon left my room before there was a loud knock at the door. Dad and I exchanged confused glances, so Dad ran downstairs to get it.

"Oh! I know you! Fr- From last time..." I heard Dad greet Freddie uncomfortably. I cringed so hard, so, so hard. The last time he saw Fred, it was when we were hooking up.

"Sorry about that Mr May. I'm Freddie by the way. Let's pretend this is our first time meeting." Freddie laughed as did my Dad.

"Brian should be upstairs." And with that, I heard loud running come rushing up the stairs.

"Brian, where have you been!? You haven't been at school for two days, and you wont return my calls?" Concern filled his voice. He sounded like a worried mother.

"Just some stuff went down and I had to stay home. Everything's okay now though. I'm coming to school tomorrow." I said not sounding even slightly upset. Freddie nodded along, beginning to dig through my crate of records.

*Next Day

"Sir, you spelt- you spelt 'leg' wrong." Mr Taylor furrowed his eyebrows before spinning back to the blackboard to see he spelt 'leg' like 'lig'. He cursed under his breath before frantically rubbing it out. The class giggled at him as did I. 

He wore very tight leather pants today. He also wore a collared, button up shirt that was white with a pattern of blue. He looked so fucking hot and I hadn't jerked off in three days. So, I was desperate. It was so hard to suppress my dirty thoughts. I adjusted my school tie before looking back at my notebook and taking small dot points.

"So, Taylor's pants?" Freddie giggled with a nudge and wink. I chuckled at him, giving him a face that read 'I know right!'.

Once class finished and everyone had left, I strutted up to Roger's desk. 

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hi." He leaned forward crossing his arms with a smirk, "Let me just lock that door, yeah?" I nodded and looked down at the ground. "How have you been? You weren't at school for a couple days, love?"

"Mmm, I had a bit of a cold."  He nodded with a small 'Ah'.

"So how about when you came over on the weekend? Would you like to do that again." He reached for my hands as he stood in front of me. Before I had the chance to answer he began to give me soft kisses on my neck. I let out a small hum and slowly played with his ashy, dirty blonde hair. He worked his way up to my jawline before kissing my lips. He was so delicate and just beautiful I could have melted in awe. He rubbed my thigh lovingly before bringing his hand to my semi- hard on. "May I?" I nodded like a mad man as he began to palm me through my school pants. I let out a soft moan as I pushed his body further into mine as if we were hugging. My chin resting on his shoulder. He unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. I pulled my head back so I could see what he was doing. He began to jerk me off so fast it felt like my balls were in my chest. I dragged out the longest moan letting my head full back. He unbuttoned my shirt but not all the way, just enough so he could leave beautiful, purple hickeys on my neck. When I was about to finish, a patterned knock echoed through the room. The two of us immediately jumped away from each other as I quickly zipped up my pants and fixed my shirt.

"J-Just a minute!" Roger's voice shook. He had a very noticeable boner in his pants too. I quickly covered my own by standing behind the desk. He swung the door open to reveal Mrs Erickson, "Lily! Come in!" 

"I should get going now, thank you for the extra notes Sir. Hi Mrs Erickson." 

"Oh, Brian! Good to see you." She smiled. She was by far my favourite teacher...well besides Roger. She was the nicest woman ever.

"You too. Thanks again, Sir." I called out, walking towards the door.

"Anytime, Brian." I ran out the room in a hurry.

Well now what am I supposed to do!?

Off to the bathroom, I guess.