Labels [lashton/malum]

Chapter 3: Michael

Warnings: homophobia, offensive language, minor violence

Edited May 2021

Pulling his hands into his sweater sleeves, Michael walked quietly into the boys locker room. He kept his head down as he made his way to his locker and spun his combination into the lock. There weren't too many people in there yet, which he was thankful for. He stripped his top first and quickly pulled on his gym shirt. He took a deep breath as he took off his pants and slipped on his gym shorts. He slipped his shoes back on and let out a soft breath as he tucked his clothes into the locker and shut it. He thought he would get out unscathed until he was about to walk out from between the wall of lockers and was shoved back, smacking against the metal with a loud thud.

"What's wrong Clifford? Why are you rushing out of here?" Michael shut his eyes for a second, his chest already heaving with uneven breaths.

"Yeah, you scared or something?"

"We all have the same parts you know?"

"Nah, I bet he actually has a pussy!"

"Is that it Michael? Is that why you never give it up? You're actually a little pussy boy?"

"Get off of me," he said, his voice weak due to the arm that was pressing against his chest, keeping him pinned to the lockers.

"Do you even get turned on?"

"Yeah, what does it for you Mikey?"

"Well he's a little pussy boy so maybe this gets him going."

"Oh, is that it mike? Do you like being manhandled? I bet you do, a little thing like yourself, I bet you like it when guys choke you huh?"

"Little freak, I bet you're secretly a kinky little shit."

"Why are you so interested in it?" All three of their heads turned when the fourth voice spoke up. Calum Hood was grabbing his gym shirt from his locker, his regular tee shirt already off, his toned upper body on display.

"What was that Hood?" One of the boys bit out. Calum didn't even bother looking away from his locker as he shrugged.

"Unless you want to fuck and choke him yourself, why are you so curious about it? Are you secretly into the whole precious virgin thing? I bet you have a hard on right now Chase, if you haven't already wet your boxers when he started blushing," Calum looked at the boy and raised his eyebrows. Chase shoved himself off of Michael, making the boy wheeze slightly from the pressure.

"Shut the fuck up before you say something you regret, Hood."

"Like what? Like you're a virgin-chasing asshole?" Calum retorted, forgetting about his gym shirt.

"What is going on?" A bigger, more solid voice shouted, stopping Chase in tracks as he stepped towards Calum. Coach Spencer was standing in front of the lockers with his arms crossed over his bulky chest and a deep frown on his face. "Get changed and stop talking to each other or else all four of you are getting detention," he said firmly. Michael took his chance to flee, silently slipping from the room. He gasped and froze when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Coach Spencer came to stand in front of him, his hand still firmly planted on the boy's shoulder.

"I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay. I know those boys said some hurtful things and if you wanted to go to the principal, I'd go with you," he said softly.

"No, I, I just want to go to class," Michael said, looking down at his shoes.

"Are you sure, kid?" Coach Spencer asked firmly.

"I'm sure," Michael nodded, not convincing himself or coach Spencer.