Enemies with benefits

Lavender fields

Published: 2023
Source: https://www.wattpad.com

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Characters

This chapter contains images of the cast and brief descriptions for each
of the main characters. Read or skip as you like x
So, I've received many requests to upload a cast list for my
characters, but I don't really like the idea of using real people for
fictional gay characters (it's just a bit odd, especially for the person
who's picture is being used.) However, I think I have found a
compromise by using artbreeder to create the vague idea of what I
think my characters look like. You don't need to look at these pictures
or consider them canon if you picture them differently. I'll also be
putting a bit of information with them as well in case I haven't specified
it in earlier chapters.

Name: Colby Williams

Age: 17
Parents: Trevor Williams and Jemma Alvez
S/O: Ezra Dickinson
Breed: himbo
Built: different
Name: Ezra Dickinson
Age: 18
Parents: Steven Dickinson and
S/O: Colby Williams
Daddy: issues
Name: Finley Moyo
Age: 17
S/O: Brent Patricks
Shits given: none
Name: Sophie McDonald
Parents: Reginald McDonald and Ingrid Sinclair
Age: 17
Sexuality: oppressed
 (This isn't quite how I imagined Brent, his face would probably be a bit
rounder and softer but idk how to use artbreeder)
Name: Brent Patricks
Age: 18
S/O: Finley Moyo
Thighs: thick
Name: Joanna Grey
Age: 18
Relationships: complicated
Name: Avni Singh
Age: 17
Happy: go-lucky
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Chapter 1: Mistakes are made

Being drunk is fun. Making out with someone whilst drunk is fun. Being
too drunk to remember who you were making out with whilst drunk is fun.
Basically, he had had a lot of fun at a party the night before. Granted he
didn't remember anything that happened at the party but he was pretty sure
he had a great time and he had hickeys coating his neck as proof he'd done
something with a very lucky lady.
That feeling was instantly ruined the morning after, due to both his
hangover and the anonymous text message he was sent.
Colby Williams had never seen the number before so he assumed it was
spam, it was only his curiosity of being sent an image instead of a message
that caused him to open it.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit-" Colby whispered to himself in a locked stall
in the boy's locker room. He was supposed to be at morning football
practice by now but the picture stole all of his attention. "That's not me in
the picture, is it? Has to be photoshopped. I wouldn't kiss him. I wouldn't
kiss a boy, period. Right?"
He stared down in horror at his phone. A random number had sent him a
picture of two guys making out. Colby thought it must've been some type of
gay porn spam that his friends had signed him up for as a joke, but under
closer inspection, he realised that was him in the photo with none other than
Ezra Dickinson.
The photo was clearly taken at the party because of the low but colourful
lighting and the empty bottle of vodka Colby was holding. Ezra had one
arm wrapped around Colby's waist and the other pinning Colby to the wall.
Colby had his arms tightly wrapped around Ezra's neck and a hand buried in
Ezra's platinum blonde hair. There was no denying that in this photo they
were making out. The photo had been taken so perfectly that you could see
their mouths firmly placed on each other's.
This must be sexual assault, Colby tried to reason to himself, but it was
really obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying and consenting to
everything Ezra was doing in the photo which only made him fell worse
about it.
Three major things bothered Colby about this photo:
1) Who the hell took it? Because clearly they had never heard the phrase:
'What happens at the party, stays at the party.'
2) Why the actual hell would Colby kiss Ezra of all people? Colby had
hated Ezra with a passion since high school began. He was just so full of
himself because he was captain of the football team which meant he was the
ultimate pussy-magnet and was the greatest guy EVER. Seriously fuck that
guy.
3) Why the actual fucking hell did Colby look like the submissive one in
this picture?! He had never been with a guy before but -theoretically- he
was 99.99% sure he'd be the top. Right? That was the main thing that
fuelled Colby's angry.
"Colby? You alright in there, man? You've been on the toilet for like ten
minutes now. Coach is getting pissed, get out here already." Said Finley,
Colby's best friend and the perfect person to ask the important question to.
Colby threw open the stall door, slamming it against the wall and
screamed at Finley. "If I was in a gay relationship I'd be the top! Right?"
Finley just stared back at Colby, unfazed by his outburst but surprised by
the question. "Listen, man." Finley rested a gentle hand on Colby's
shoulder. "You know I'll love you whether you're straight, gay or a furry but
no. You would not be the top, you're a bottom boy." He delivered the news
as if he was a doctor giving Colby some really bad news.
"What are you on about?! I am so a top! I'm going to prove it to you!
Never- ever call me bottom boy again! You're the bottom boy!" Cried back
Colby. Finley was about to retort when they were loudly interrupted.
"You're both fucking bottom boys! Now get on the field NOW!"
The boys recoiled in shock as Coach Sally Clain had snuck into the
toilets and was now screaming at them. At a glance she was not a very
scary woman. She was about 5"6, in her forties with a dirty blonde bob and
she wore the school's blue tracksuit that was a little bit too big for her. But
you would be a fool to underestimate this woman. After all, the shorter they
are the closer they are to hell.
She had the lungs of a banshee and was cruel in her punishments. She
wasn't the original coach, her husband had been it before her but he broke
his leg and had to quit. Rumour had it that Coach Sally has broken his leg
on purpose by pushing him down a flight of stairs, because he was a terrible
coach (which was true) so that she could become coach instead. She knew
the game of football inside and out. Although, the rumours of her
purposefully breaking her husband's leg was yet to be confirmed.
"Now, boys. Stop having a domestic and GET OUT THERE!" Screamed
Coach Clain.
Colby and Finley sprinted out of the toilets and onto the football field.
That's when Colby saw him. Mr Kiss-you-at-a-party-and-ruin-your-day
himself.
Ezra was leading some pretty intense warm-up drills in the centre of the
field. His fair hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat. His sun kissed
skin glowing in the morning light and his muscles clearly rippling
underneath his skintight white pants and red shirt. What a dick.
Colby scowled at him before Ezra even noticed him.
"This is late. Even for you, Colby." Ezra said. His voice deep and gruff.
The rest of the team snickered.
"I'm going to punch him in his perfect little face." Colby said to Finley.
"Please don't. I don't need your parents accusing me of corrupting their
precious baby boy again." Said Finley.
"Do they still hate you because we set of those fireworks when we were
twelve. We're seventeen now. Why are they still mad?" Asked Colby.
"You tell me, man. They're your parents." Finley shuddered at the
thought of Colby's mother angry.
"Come on guys! We've finished warm-ups so just get your gear on. Are
you capable of doing that, Colby, or do you need some more time before
you actually start doing anything?" Said Ezra in his annoyingly nice voice
and charming smile. It was a scam, the blonde boy was a demon under all
the niceties.
Colby shoved past Ezra sending him a glare that was equally returned.
"You think you're better than me, dickhead?" Scoffed Colby.
"You haven't done anything to challenge that idea, Colby." Said Ezra.
'I'm going to kill him.' Colby thought. 'I'm going to kill him for that stupid
kiss and hide his body where no one will find it.' That thought kept Colby
smiling throughout the entirety of training.
*
Coach had kept Colby after practice was done and made him clear up all
the kit and equipment the team had used during it. Finley got to go on time,
because technically he had shown up on time and Coach said she felt bad
for him always having to put up with Colby's crap. Which was totally
unfair. Finley loved dealing with Colby's crap, he was sure of it.
Ezra had talked to the coach after practice as well but not because he was
in trouble, but for some other reason instead. Always the little golden boy,
Colby thought.
When Colby had finally finished clearing up he headed for the showers
only to find Ezra already using one of them. The one that Colby always
used. Colby's shower!
"Hey dickhead!" Colby shouted. "Get out of my shower!"
Ezra just sighed and faced away from him. "Colby. There are plenty of
other showers that you can use."
"Yeah. But that's the one I always use. Ask anyone."
"Well no one else is here, so what are you going to do about it?" Ezra
turned back around to Colby and held him down with a glare.
Colby tried to ignore the fact that Ezra was naked in the shower and
barged into the cubicle that he was in. Ezra looked shocked that Colby had
actually come in. Got him! Colby thought.
"You think you're all that. Bet you even think that you'd be the top and I'd
be the bottom boy. Well you're wrong!" Colby mocked, his voice laced with
triumph.
"What are you talking abo-"
Ezra's sentence was cut off by Colby slamming his lips onto his. The kiss
had taken Ezra by surprise as Colby managed to shove him against one of
the walls of the shower. Both of them getting drenched by the warm
pouring water.
Ezra opened his mouth to object but Colby shoved his tongue in before
he even got the opportunity to speak. Colby didn't know why he did it or
why he was enjoying it but he knew one thing, whatever this was, he was
winning and he was the fucking top!
Colby figured Ezra must have picked up on that thought too as he turned
the tables on Colby. He grabbed Colby's hands, flipped them round so now
Colby was against the wall and pinned his hands above his head.
Colby tried to stifle the moan that was rising in his throat. Ezra had
gotten Colby in a firm grip so all Colby could do was battle Ezra's tongue
for dominance. Ezra had the slight height advantage over Colby. He was
6"2 whilst Colby was nearly 6"1. A fact that really annoyed Colby. Ezra
was also stronger than Colby, only by a little bit. If Colby showed up to
practice regularly like goody two shoes over here, then he would be that
strong too.
Colby's pants began to feel tighter and tighter as the kiss went on. He
wasn't the only one either. Colby could feel Ezra inadvertently pressing his
hard on against Colby's thigh.
Colby took a sneaky peak down and Oh my god that is big. The
intimidation passed quickly as Colby thought of the perfect idea to establish
his top energy again. He slipped one of his hands from Ezra's grip and
began to pump Ezra's cock.
It worked. Ezra stopped kissing Colby and let out a deep groan. The
sound of Ezra's voice only tightening Colby's pants even more. It's not that
Colby was finding Ezra attractive. No, no, no, no, no, that would be
ridiculous, it was just nature taking over. Any man would get turned on by
somebody moaning and writhing under their touch, yeah, that was it.
Ezra began to bite and suck on Colby's neck and teased one of Colby's
nipples with his hand. Colby was sure it would have no effect on him, he
was a guy after all, that stuff only worked on girls. He was wrong. Ezra
gently pinched and rolled Colby's nipple in between his fingers causing
shocks of ecstasy to go straight to his dick. Colby became a panting mess
under Ezra's skilful touches. He wanted to start touching his own cock but
that would be admitting to Ezra that he was enjoying this and that was a
sign of defeat.
Colby began to pump even faster, trying to prove a point. What that point
was, even he wasn't sure anymore. Ezra's hand eventually left Colby's
nipples and went to his pants instead. Colby would never admit it but he
had been hoping that Ezra would start touching his dick too. It was aching
under the tight fabric of his pants, begging for some much needed attention.
Ezra pulled down his pants and removed Colby's hand from his cock,
instead he began pumping them together. Colby could've sworn he saw stars
in that moment. The warmth radiating off of
Ezra's cock sent shivers up his spine as both their dicks leaked all over each
other. His head rolled back in pleasure.
He couldn't hold it back anymore, he began to moan. It was embarrassing
but he couldn't hold the moans down any longer. He thought he was going
to explode if he did.
"...ster...aster..." whispered Colby.
 "What?" Asked Ezra.
Heat rose to Colby's cheeks but he figured since he was already in this
situation, he may as well enjoy it as much as possible. "Faster. Do it faster."
Ezra smirked at the request but did as he was asked. He began to pump
faster. Ezra leaned back in for a kiss and claimed Colby's mouth with his
own. Colby tried to convince himself he was doing all this to assert his
dominance but then his orgasm struck.
He grasped Ezra's shoulders, pulling him close. His body tensing and his
legs trembling as he came all over Ezra's bare chest. Ezra came soon after
and then they were left there in silence. Leaning against the shower wall
with the water no longer running. Colby's head resting under Ezra's chin as
they both stood their panting.
"Why? Why did you do that?" Ezra began to ask in between breaths but
then Coach screamed in from the outside.
"You good for nothings better not still be in there! You're supposed to
take a shower not start a fucking flood!"
Colby suddenly realised the predicament he was in. He was wrapped up
in Ezra's arms, soaking wet with his dick out.
"Hurry up, jackass." Spat Colby, shoving Ezra away and storming out. A
firm blush still rested on his cheeks. He dried himself of, changed his
clothes and left, repeatedly asking himself in his head, 'What have I done?'
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Chapter 2: Game plan

At this point, Colby had no idea what he was doing. He was sitting in
English with Finley and his other friend Sophie who were rattling on about
something intellectual. His thoughts were too clouded with thoughts of
stupid Ezra.
"I hate Macbeth in this passage," said Finley.
"You know who I hate?" Asked Colby.
"Ezra." Sophie and Finley said in unison.
"Yeah! How'd you guys know?"
"Who doesn't know. You talk about him all the time." Said Sophie.
"No I don't! I have better things to talk about than that-"
"-dickhead." Said Sophie and Finley, once again in unison. Colby
decided to just be quiet now. There was no way they were right. As if Colby
would ever waste his breathe on Ezra. Well technically, he did just a minute
ago but that was different.
Finley and Sophie resumed there smart talk when they were sure Colby
wasn't going to pipe up again.
"Why do you hate Macbeth?" Asked Sophie. She took a bobble from her
wrist and tied back her long auburn hair. The silver crucifix that she often
wore around her neck swung out from the collar of her shirt as she tilted her
head forward. "He's just doing what Lady Macbeth is telling him to."
"Exactly." Said Finley. "He's got no backbone. He just lets her command
him to do whatever she wants and now he's gone and killed somebody."
"She manipulated him, so it's more her fault than his."
"Is not. He still killed the king, she didn't force him to take the knife and
stab him."
"You're not being very sympathetic."
"These characters don't deserve my sympathy." And that was that. There
was no more arguing with Finley, he'd stated his point, asserted his opinion
and there wasn't a thing in the world that could change his mind about it.
Sophie didn't bother to argue her point again, Colby too didn't bother
trying to change Finley's mind, even though he had his own thoughts on the
matter. Finley made it clear that he wasn't interested in Macbeth anymore as
he began to fiddle with the gold rings he wore on his fingers. Some were
plain bands and others were more decorative with small engravings or
rhinestones, they contrasted beautifully against his dark brown skin.
Did Colby need to invest in some jewellery?
"Did Ezra actually do something to you today, Colby?" Asked Sophie.
"Woah, woah, woah. What do you mean 'did he actually do something'
he's always doing something!"Ezra was an asshole to Colby. Okay, yeah,
maybe he didn't always actively do something. Ezra wasn't going around
giving Colby wedgies or putting his head down toilets or giving him purple
nurples or Chinese burns, but somebody didn't have to get physical to still
be a dick. Ezra was worse than a random bully who could physically abuse
Colby and who everybody in the school knew was like that. No, Ezra was a
secret asshole.
He would exclude Colby -and only Colby- from certain activities in the
football club, which was definitely abusing his position as captain. He
would invite the entire school round for a party except from Colby. He
wouldn't pass to Colby when they were playing football. He wouldn't say hi
to Colby in the corridors. He wouldn't even make eye contact with Colby
when they spoke to each other!
He was an awful person and the worst thing about him was that only
Colby knew it. Everybody else loved him.
Ezra the golden boy. Ezra the future supermodel. Ezra the most likely
candidate for valedictorian.
Only Colby knew what Ezra was really like, that Ezra put the dick
valedictorian. Screw that guy.
Finley stopped fiddling with his rings (did he get even more since the last
time Colby saw him?) and rested his head on the desk to look at Colby. "So
what did he do this time?"
Sophie's phone pinged.
"I'll tell you what he did!" Said Colby. "It was just me and him in the
locker room after football practice and he was being an asshole, as per
usual. So, when he was about to go into the shower I ki-" Shit. How was he
supposed to explain that he kissed Ezra, got into a shower with him and
gave him a hand job. It was to prove a point, no other reason.
"Ki?" Asked Finley.
 "Don't tell me you kicked him." Said Sophie, her phone started ringing
again.
Oh, that was a good one. "Yep. That's exactly what I did. When he was
going to the shower I gave him a good kick up the butt."
Finley laughed at Colby's changing of events, but Sophie looked less than
impressed.
"I get that you still hate Ezra after the whole Joanna incident," she said,
"but you can't go around actually attacking him. What if you get in trouble?
How hard did you kick him?"
"Um, it was just a little tap?" Colby debated just coming clean at this
point. He wasn't expecting to actually get questioned on his lie. In the
imaginary situation, Colby had kicked Ezra. It wasn't that complicated.
"You don't sound sure."
"I am sure."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"I think so?"
Finley finally lifted his head from the table. "Oh, leave him alone,
Sophie. He said it was only a little kick, end of story. Who cares."
"I care." Said Sophie. "I don't want Colby getting in trouble because he
keeps harassing Ezra."
Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Sophie's phone wouldn't stop going off.
"I'm really sorry." She apologised. "I-" her phone went off again and she
looked rather teary. "I need to take this."
She walked out quicker than anyone could stop her. Colby's dad tried to
ask her where she was going, but she apologised and headed out.
He walked over to Colby and Finley's table in a more formal and teacher-
y way than he ever would at home. His dark hair was slicked back from his
face and he was wearing his pair of 70s style reading glasses that he thought
made him look cool. However, how cool could you really look when you
were also wearing an English literature pun tie that said 'Only the baddest
witches could make a whole forest move.' There was a picture of a witch
with sunglasses on waving branches around. Was it a terrible pun? Was it a
dad joke? Or was it some disgusting mix of the two?
"Is Sophie alright?" He asked.
"She's fine, Trevor." Replied Finley.
 "Now Finley, you know you have to call me Mr Williams at school. Can't
have the other students thinking I have a favourite student."
"Are you saying I'm not your favourite student?"
Colby's dad gave Finley a gentle whack on the head with the furled up
English papers he was holding. He had been the school's English teacher for
about nine years now. He was the main reason Colby could write a perfect
English essay without thinking too hard about it, his dad had drilled it into
him.
"Seriously now, why did she look so upset?" He asked.
"She went to go answer her phone. It kept ringing." Colby explained.
"Who was calling her?"
"Dunno."
"Well, what were you talking about before she left?"
"We were talking about stupid Ezra Dickinson." Even his name was
stupid. Dickinson, how much did your ancestors have to hate you to pass on
a name like that.
"What's wrong with Ezra? He's a fantastic student. Incredibly intelligent
and has amazing manners to boot. You should take a page out of his book,
Colby."
"The fuck I will!" The very idea of acting like that stuck up prick made
him feel physically ill.
"Language." Said Mr Williams, whacking Colby with the rolled up
papers a little harder than he'd done with Finley. "Should I go talk to her or
will you?"
"I'll go, don't worry." He turned to Finley. "You can stay here and think
about what you've done."
Finley laughed, "Shut up."
His dad allowed Colby to leave the classroom as he signed a piece of
paper for Finley.
Where would Sophie have gone? Maybe she would've gone outside or
hidden in the girls bathroom. Ultimately, he decided to wonder the halls for
a bit and see if he could come across her by luck rather than brain power.
The hallway was lined with blue lockers that were covered in scratches
and dents. He tried reading some of the engravings people had carved into
their lockers but some people's handwriting just looked like chicken scratch.
There was the odd (insert name) was here or couples carving their initials
together and putting love hearts around it. Naturally, there was also a bunch
of dicks either carved in or drawn on. There was also one vagina drawn
onto a locker, Colby was fine with that, he supported gender equality.
He passed Ezra's locker on the way. It was pristine; no bumps, no dents,
no dicks. The locker had been beaten up like the others before, but Colby
had witnessed Ezra spending time getting rid of the dents and painting over
scratches. The guy had way too much time on his hands if he could be
bothered to fix the appearance of his locker.
Only assholes cared about the appearance of their lockers.
He hated Ezra for the Joanna incident. He really hated him. Everyone
believed that he was some sort of Saint that could do no wrong but Colby
had learned first hand that that wasn't true. He was an inconsiderate asshole
who never thought about other people's feelings.
So why did Colby do that with him in the showers this morning. Was it
some sort of revenge? Revenge. That could be it. Make the heartbreaker the
heartbroken? Ezra had never thought about Colby's feelings before, maybe
it's time he did the same?
His scheming was interrupted as he walked full force into someone else
whilst rounding the corner. At first, he thought he'd slammed into a moving
brick wall, but it turned out to be a walking pile of textbooks that all fell
onto Colby in a cruel twist of fate. Fate wasn't done being a bitch yet
though and one of said textbooks found its way under Colby's foot and he
fell on his ass.
He looked up to the person and grimaced. "You're not going to apologise
for bumping into me, dickhead?"
Ezra just stared down at him with his perfect sky blue eyes. All of a
sudden, Colby had found a new hatred for the sky.
"...sorry." He continued to stare like he was under some sort of hypnosis.
It was strange to say but Colby almost felt naked under his intense gaze.
Eventually Ezra broke out of it. "Hold up. You're the one who wasn't
looking where you were going. You apologise to me."
"Fuck off." Colby tried to stand , but ended up slipping on another
textbook. Mathematics Expanded Edition, you just made yourself a new
enemy.
"Do you need a hand?" Ezra stretched a hand out to help Colby up but he
just swatted it away like it was an irritating mosquito.
"I don't need help from you. I'm perfectly capable." He stood up and tried
not to wince from the pain of his ass, never breaking eye contact with Ezra
as he did. Ezra really did have nice eyes, if Colby was to look at them
objectively. It caused him to remember this morning, embarrassingly
enough. The guy really liked eye contact. Heat rose to his cheeks, he began
to pick up the textbooks so that Ezra couldn't see his face. He couldn't show
weakness to the enemy.
"Oh... thanks..." Ezra said. His tone gave away how genuinely shocked
he was that Colby was helping him.
"I can be nice when I want to be." Kill him with kindness.
"Is that what this morning was? Being nice?"
Colby dropped the textbooks again in surprise. How could he just bring it
up so easily? Has he no shame. Of course he doesn't feel ashamed of it,
Colby thought, he's a fuck-boy, I bet he's used to doing things like that.
"I don't know why you're complaining, by the way you were moaning, it
seemed like you were enjoying it." Colby snarked.
Ezra didn't reply. Colby glanced at him just to make sure he hadn't
walked away and left Colby to clear up the books by himself. He was
wearing an oversized black sweater with the collar of a white shirt poking
out from the top and some pretty tight fitting jeans. How is he wearing
those jeans with the size of his... How does he fit it in there? He decided
that being able to defy the laws of physics was another annoying thing Ezra
could do. Ezra was just smiling to himself. Why was he smiling? Was he
making fun of Colby and he just hadn't realised it yet?
He stood up and had an epiphany of sorts, I can't change what I did this
morning so I may as well show him what Colby Williams is made of!
Without giving Ezra a chance to retaliate he pushed him against the
lockers and kissed him aggressively. This time Ezra wasn't stunned for that
long and began to kiss him back. He tried to change the position so that
Colby was the one against the lockers but Colby was ready this time. He
held his ground and his dominance.
Colby could predict where this situation was going to go, if this morning
was anything to go by, and he really didn't need that right now. His feelings
about it hadn't been arranged in a way he could deal with them yet. To
Colby's prior belief, people who had as deep as a hatred for someone else as
Colby did for Ezra; those people did not engage in promiscuous activities
with the person they hated. He was pretty sure they didn't anyway.
Colby pulled away from the kiss. Time to stop before things got more
complicated than necessary. Ezra's cheeks were flushed and he was
breathing heavily. His eyes clouded with lust.
What the hell, that was cute.
It was like there was a magnet pulling him into Ezra. He wanted to
continue. Make him more of a mess. For revenge reasons, obviously. But
then the bell rang. Everyone would come streaming out the classroom any
minute now.
"See you later, dickswab." Colby said. He walked away leaving Ezra.
Colby - 2 Ezra - 0
Although it wasn't much of a victory as he spent the rest of the time
looking for Sophie thinking. A lot of thinking. To clarify, he was thinking
about girls. Nice big muscly girls with blonde hair who are 6"2 with sky
blue eyes. Cute girls who looked like that. No one in particular.
Eventually, he did bump into Sophie who was exiting the girls bathroom
on the complete other side of the school. Her hair was a little messier than
before, her entire appearance was more disheveled.
"Soph!" He called. "Are you okay? I've been looking everywhere for
you."
Sophie straightened out her corduroy skirt and came towards him. "Yeah,
I'm good. Sorry I worried you."
"Who kept trying to call you?"
Sophie fiddled with her necklace, a silver crucifix on a similarly coloured
chain. She coiled the chain around her finger, tighter and tighter until the
skin around the chain turned white and the tip of her finger swelled and
turned red. Colby reached forward and took her hands in his. With a
delicacy reserved for her and her only, he unravelled the chain. Tiny circles
had already imprinted onto her skin.
"What's wrong?" He asked carefully. "You feeling a bit stressed today?"
She nodded. "Sorry." She waved her phone in the air. "My parents won't
get off my back about something and now they won't stop calling."
"Why do they keep calling?"
"Because I'm a huge screw up who can't be left alone for two minutes."
She laughed at herself then wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Don't be silly, Sophie. Silly Sophie. Hey, that's sibilance." That made
her genuinely laugh. "You're not a screw up. Your parents are just a couple
of control freaks. Who cares what they think."
She didn't reply to that, but she held his hand as they walked back to the
classroom together.
 The entrance to the girls bathroom slammed once more. A girl with the
most gorgeous ginger hair you'd ever seen came out. She turned for a
second then looked at Colby with those big green eyes of hers, she winked
at him and Colby held his breath for a moment. All too soon she
disappeared around the corner.
"Do you still hate Ezra for the whole Joanna Incident. You know it isn't
entirely his fault." Said Sophie. She whispered the last part of her sentence
and braced for Colby's backlash.
"Wasn't entirely his fault? Then who's fault is it? Is it my fault that he
slept with her whilst we were dating?" Thinking about the 'Joanna incident'
always made his heart ache and brought up feelings he'd rather keep buried.
"I'm just saying that it's been at least a couple of months since it
happened so maybe" She paused before carefully saying, "maybe it's time
to get over it?"
Get over it? How could he? Joanna had been his first real love and oh
how he loved her. He still remembered doing anything for Joanna. He
would sneak out of his house to meet her whenever she wanted. He would
buy her whatever gifts she wanted. He would do anything to keep her
happy. Then Ezra ruined everything. If Ezra had just kept his dick in his
pants then he would still be with Joanna.
"Why would you say something like that?" He asked.
She gave his hand a small squeeze. "I just don't want you to be sad
anymore. You've changed since school restarted. You're angry all the time
and you're always upset no matter what Ezra does. I can't imagine what it
must be like to be cheated on, but I don't like seeing you so sad."
"What do you think I should do then?"
"I don't know." She admitted. "I've never been in a relationship, but I
want you to be happy. I don't mean to sound cruel when I say you should
get over it. I mean that maybe you should focus more on working through
what you're feeling instead of hyper fixating on Ezra. I'm sorry, I don't
know what I'm saying."
"You've changed too, Soph."
She didn't answer.
"You didn't tell me you were going to summer camp this year. I kept
trying to contact you, you know. I called you every day until your parents
told me that you were at camp out of state. I gave them letters that I'd wrote
to you, did you ever got them?"
 "You wrote me letters?"
That was a no then. "Did you have fun at camp?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. I'm trying to avoid going again, but
it was for the best that I went."
"How so?"
"It was a bit like an intervention. It's going to make me a better person
from now on."
"I already thought you were a good person. You don't seem much happier
than I am now."
The bell rang as they were walking. Had they been missing from class for
that long? Whatever, Colby was not in the mood for Shakespeare anyway.
They headed to the cafeteria and found Finley sitting alone.
"Took you guys long enough. I looked like a loser by myself." He
complained. "You feeling better?"
Sophie nodded. "Much better, thank you."
"I'm going to go grab some food." Said Colby.
"Hurry up. They're serving your favourite dessert today." Finley informed
him.
"It's chocolate crepe day?" Colby sprinted to the lunch queue, he shoved
some younger kids out his way. The only good thing about staying in school
till senior year was being able to flex his seniority all over the freshmen.
The crepes were a school favourite, so if he wasn't quick they'd all be
gone. He rushed through getting his main course, picking up whatever slop
was quickest. When he got to the dessert bit, there was only one crepe left.
He quickly reached out for it, but then a weight held him back. A big
muscly arm draped across his shoulders.
"Let go, Ezra!" Colby yelled.
Ezra glanced down at him and smiled. "Aw that's so sweet of you to save
me the last crepe."
"Who's saving you the last crepe? Cuz' it sure as fuck wasn't me." Colby
lunged forward for it, but Ezra pulled him back and took it.
"Thanks so much, Colby. I always knew you liked me really." He winked
at Colby and gave him a condescending wave as he walked away.
What was the point in living anymore. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going
to kill him!" Colby fumed as he came back to the table.
"What happened, man. No more crepes left?" Asked Finley.
 "Oh no, no, no, no, no. There was one crepe left. Count it, one and Ezra
stole it from me!"
"Oof. That's rough. Ah well, life goes on." Finley said. He'd never been
one to give a fuck about anything.
"You were talking with Ezra?" Asked Sophie.
"Yep. And he did nothing, but prove to me what a dick he is."
"He's kind of obsessed with you." She muttered, playing with a loose
strand of hair.
"It's fine because I'm going to get my revenge."
"Revenge?" She sighed. "What are you on about now?"
"Don't ask him that you'll only encourage him. You going on the football
training camp this weekend?" Interrupted Finley.
"I don't know, it's not really my thing." Colby admitted. He wasn't into
residentials or camping or even glamping, in fact he hated them and always
tended to avoid them if he could.
"I'm being forced to go by my parents and I am not going to pretend that
I actually like the rest of the team for an entire weekend, just because I don't
have you to talk to. You're coming. That's final. Plus, I told your dad about
it and he thinks it's a good idea for you to go." He paused and pulled up a
crumpled up letter from his bag. Colby's dad's signature scribbled along the
bottom. "Apparently we have to share rooms of four. So we need two other
guys to join us."
"I'll see you guys there too, the cheerleading camp is happening at the
same place." Said Sophie.
"I'll go, but only if you keep Ezra as far away from me as physically
possible." Colby said.
"I'll try, man. But, he is the captain, so you can't stay that far away from
him." Finley replied, putting the paper back in his bag.
Being stuck with Ezra all weekend was going to suck. But in the mean
time, Operation Revenge was a go.
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Chapter 3: Nurse's office

Everyday this week, Coach Clain had organised an early morning football
practice in preparation for the weekend. Anyone not at the practices were
off the team and would receive a month of early morning detentions. Was
she allowed to give out detentions just for that? No one knew and no one
was stupid enough to question her about it.
Playing football and being forced to listen to stupid Ezra Dickinson yell
orders at him was not how Colby wanted to spend his morning.
After the whole team had played a match together, everyone kinda just
went their own way and did whatever training they wanted. It had to be
some sort of training though or else Coach would rip you a new one.
"Did you do it?" Finley asked.
"Huh, did I do what?" Asked Colby. The two began passing a ball
between them.
"Yesterday. You said you were going to prove that you weren't a bottom.
I'm just curious if you did it, man." Finley smirked at him.
Had he proven he wasn't a bottom? He'd definitely dominated the locker
kiss, the shower was a bit of a draw. Technically, couldn't Colby only
discover if he was a bottom by having sex with Ezra. It would be great for
his revenge plan. Fuck him, get him attached then leave like nothing ever
happened. But was he really okay with the idea of doing it? With a guy?
With Ezra?
"No. I don't think I've proven it yet."
"Wait what? I was just joking, man. Are you actually trying to prove it?
Like, for real?" Finley spluttered.
Colby completely fumbled the throw to Finley as he realised he may
have admitted something. Something he didn't want anyone to know.
"Pffftttt. I was just joking too, bro. The look on your face right now.
Hahaha! Priceless." Colby desperately tried to back track but Finley clearly
wasn't buying it with the mischievous glint in his eye.
"It's cool if you are like I'm not gonna judge. I'm just surprised is all.
Also, you need to work on your lying abilities, your fake laugh is awful."
Finley looked past Colby and his teasing expression stopped, he looked
scared. Colby wondered if there was a monster behind him, or even worse,
Coach Clain. "Also, also, I think Ezra saw you fuck up that throw and is
now coming over here."
"I'm not lying!" Colby insisted. "Wait. What did you just say?"
"He probably said something about working on your throws." That stupid
deep voice. Just the sound of it pissed Colby off.
"I can throw just fine, Dickinson." He spat.
"Only using my last name? That's not very creative of you. Finley go
practice with Brent whilst I give Colby a reminder on how to throw."
"Yeah, sure thing." Finley mouthed a quick 'sorry' to Colby, who just
flipped him off in return.
"Your stance is all wrong. Spread your legs a bit more." Colby felt the
heat of Ezra's hands through his leggings as he ran his hand down Colby's
thigh, making him shiver. "Now straighten your back more." A finger ran
up his spine, pausing when it got to his nape. "And angle your upper body
slightly." Both of Ezra's hands now gripped Colby's waist and gently
twisted him. Colby could feel Ezra's breath on his neck and the closeness of
his body behind him.
Wasn't this closeness a bit unnecessary? Colby couldn't remember a time
Ezra got this up close and personal during training.
"I know how to throw. Just because I don't do it like you do, doesn't mean
I'm doing it wrong." It didn't come out nearly as intense as Colby was
hoping, his voice was more hushed than threatening.
"I can throw the ball with my stance but you can't seem to do it with
yours which only proves my point."
"You are so annoying. You think you're so perfect and everyone should
be like you. You think you're better than everyone, that you can do
whatever you want, take whatever you want from people."
For a second, Ezra looked surprised by the outburst but there was also a
knowing look in his eyes that showed he knew what Colby was referring to,
he then leaned in close to Colby's ear. He could feel the warmth of his
breath. "Stay behind for a bit and meet me in the locker room."
With that he released Colby and walked off, leaving Colby even more
confused and pissed off than he already was.
*
 "Aren't you coming, man? I'm going to grab something from the vending
machine before class starts." Said Finley.
Colby stared into his locker, unsure of what to do. The locker was filled
with dirty sports clothes and one rotting apple core. He should really clear it
out. He held the door open, the coldness of the metal contrasting with the
warmth of Ezra's hands from earlier. Ezra had asked him to stay but why
should he? He hated the guy. Surely he wanted him for something
important, why else ask him to stay behind. What if Ezra was going to
demand an explanation for what happened in the shower? Colby was not
ready to explain why he did that. Nothing could stop him from leaving right
now, grabbing a snack with Finley then heading to lessons. It would
probably annoy Ezra which would help Operation Revenge. So he should
go, right?
Heat rose to his cheeks as he tried to imagine, not why Ezra had asked
him to stay behind, but what they would do if they were alone together
again.
"Are you alright, man? Your face is all red, do you need to go to the
nurse's office."
"Huh?" Finley came closer and rested his hand against Colby's forehead.
"You do feel pretty hot. Please tell me you didn't catch something from
that party on Sunday. This is why I keep telling you not to drink from other
people's cups. Germs and shit, man."
That must be it, he was just feeling a bit ill and that's why he's getting hot
over the idea of doing something with Ezra. Hot not horny. Definitely not
over that asshole anyway.
"I think I might go to the nurse's. It's a good idea." Finley put both of his
hands on Colby's cheeks, they were nice and cool.
"Whatever makes you feel better, my precious little princey wincey."
"Are you acting like my mom right now? For your information, she
doesn't call me that anymore. She calls me her darling Prince Charming.
Get ya facts right." The two were laughing until there was a huge metallic
BANG!
"Oh shit." Colby whispered. His plan of escaping before Ezra came for
him had just crumbled.
Ezra held his hand firmly against his locker door. Even his friend Brent,
who was sitting on the bench next to him, looked surprised by his actions.
"You all good, bro?" Asked Brent with caution.
 "Yep." Popping the 'p', Ezra just smiled innocently at him.
"Okay, cool. You alright, Fin?" Brent asked Finley. Colby was pretty sure
they didn't talk often but Finley would constantly gush about the guy.
"Oh, me. Yeah, yeah, I'm good, I'm cool, cool like a cucumber, you know.
Aha aha aha." For the first time in Colby's life, he had seen Finley look
flustered. Like seriously flustered. Like properly seriously flustered. What
had happened to the chill Finley, the nothing-bothers-me-ever Finley, the
no-shits-are-given Finley?
Colby could only stare at him in shock before he said, "Your fake laugh
is just as bad as mine."
Finley wrapped his arm around Colby's shoulders and pulled him into a
headlock. "Shut up, man." He whispered furiously.
"Are you blushing?" Asked Colby. "Why?"
Finley squeezed him even tighter. "I said shut the fuck up before I make
you." He said through gritted teeth.
Colby looked at Ezra who looked just as confused, then at Brent. Brent
was a good looking guy. Tall, dark and handsome but freakishly tall. The
straight girls in the school often had debates over who was hotter Ezra or
Brent. Why would Finley get so flustered around Brent?He was genuinely
confused.
"You two are pretty close." Laughed Brent. Ezra looked pissed again.
"Yep, yep, yep. We've been friends for ages so yeah, we're pretty close.
Pretty close indeed. Right, man?" There was an awkward silence as Colby
didn't respond. He was still trying to wrap his head around Finley not only
being flustered but rambling. Since when did he ramble?
The conversation went dead and they all stood quietly in the locker room.
"I was just about to take him to the nurse's office." Said Finley finally
disturbing the silence, "So we better go."
"Nurse's office. Why?" Ezra finally turned around from the locker now to
face Finley and Colby. A look of concern on his face. First Finley is
flustered and now Ezra was concerned? Was the world going insane?
"He just feels pretty hot so I thought maybe he was ill. I think he caught
something at the party. Don't want him spreading germs around, you know.
Aha aha aha."
"I change my mind, your fake laugh is worse than mine." That earned
Colby a solid smack from Finley.
 "Don't you have lessons?" Asked Brent. "I mean, I know you do we're in
the same chemistry class."
"Yeah but it's okay, gotta look out for your friends." Said Finley and he
punched Colby in the arm pretty hard.
"Ow! What I do that time?"
"Shut up."
"I haven't got any lessons now so I can take him." Said Ezra.
"Sorted then," Said Brent. "Shall we get going then, Fin?"
Finley's mouth hung open like a fish out of water. What's going on with
him, this is terrifying.
"Yeah, let's go." He leaned close to Colby's ear. "Sorry, man. But take one
for the team."
"I'm gonna break your kneecaps the next time I see you." Whispered
Colby. Finley practically frolicked away with Brent and looked unfazed by
Colby's threat. He must've thought Colby was joking but he was being oh so
serious.
*
Is was really awkward. Colby and Ezra just walked next to each other in
an uncomfortable silence. Ezra didn't look too fazed by it but Colby
couldn't stop fiddling and cursing Finley in his head.
Just make conversation, anything he thought.
"What'd you think of the party on Sunday?" Asked Colby. Why would
you ask that?!
"The party? I thought it was kind of boring at first but I was having a
really good time by the end of it." A small smile graced Ezra's lips as he
said that.
Good time? What did that mean? Did he remember the kiss, was the kiss
the good time? Surely not or else he would've mentioned it. His ego would
never have allowed him not to taunt Colby with it. Was he having a good
time with someone else? Was Colby even the only person he had kissed at
the party? Had he been with Joanna again? His thoughts kept spiralling with
a thousand different possibilities of what the "good time" was. Every
possibility that contained Ezra being with someone else pissed him off. I bet
he was, typical fuckboy.
"What did you think of it?" The question interrupted the runaway train
that was Colby's thoughts.
 "I don't really remember most of it. I'm a bit of a lightweight so I
remember getting there, having my first drink and then everything else is a
blur."
"Oh." The smile fell away. "That's not very responsible of you."
"Alright, no need to lecture me, mom."
"You don't remember anything at all?"
Was this the right time to bring up the photo? Probably not. "Like I said
nothing. You going deaf, dickhead?"
"I'm not deaf, I'm just amazed at your inability to hold your drink." Ezra's
eyebrows knitted together and he refused to look at Colby anymore.
*
When they finally got to the nurse's office only Sophie was in there. Not
a nurse to be found. He had never liked the nurse's office, sure there was a
comfy bed to sit on but the rest of the office was covered in used coffee
mugs and empty ibuprofen packets. Plus, the most the nurse could actually
do for him is give him some painkillers and tell him to toughen up.
Before Sophie could notice them, Ezra pulled Colby out of sight.
"Are you sure you're not feeling well?" Ezra asked, his body
uncomfortably close to Colby's.
"Yeah, I've just been feeling a bit..." He paused, unsure of how to
describe himself. It was too early on in Operation Revenge to let anything
slip yet, no matter how nice Ezra was pretending to act. Ezra might have
everyone else under his spell but Colby saw right through his good guy act.
"Since when did you care anyway!"
"Just trying to be nice." He gave Colby a quick peck on the lips before
leaving.
"Hi Ezra!" Shouted Sophie when he came into her view.
"Hey Sophie, take care of Colby for me, won't you?" Why was Ezra
acting like he cared? It was really getting on Colby's nerve but it was fine,
Colby would bring him down eventually.
"Yep will do." Her cheeks turned the same colour as the red dress she
was wearing.
Colby could only stare at Ezra as he walked away. The light coming in
from the window dancing in his golden locks. He ran his finger along his
lips, checking if Ezra had really kissed him. It had been so soft. He wasn't
sure if it even happened.
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Chapter 4: Proactive interference

"What's the matter, Colby? Are you feeling okay?" Asked Sophie.
It was good to see her. Sophie always had a way of making time slow
down for a second, the world seem a little less big. The things that weighed
heavily upon Colby's shoulders didn't feel so pressing when Sophie was
around. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they had known each other since
they were both in diapers, but, in Colby's eyes, she brought a reliable source
of comfort with her.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"The nurse is off sick today, so the school asked me to cover for her since
I'm first aid trained. It's not so bad. I'm getting extra credit for it."
"How much more extra credit do you need? You're in every club I can
think of."
She fluffed up some pillows for him and brought over a small cup of
water. "My dad says it's good to stay busy."
"Don't push yourself too much." He sat on the bed letting his body relax
for the first time today. The bed was covered in thick fluffy blankets. No
one knew how often they were cleaned —some said they weren't— but
right now he couldn't care less. "I feel so hot."
"You feel hot after spending time with Ezra? Okay." She giggled to
herself as she perched on the edge of the bed. Gently, she rested the back of
her hand on Colby's forehead.
"What do you mean? He's a dick."
"He brought you all the way here and you still think that? Maybe you
should give him the benefit of the doubt on this one."
"What the fuck are you on? Since when did you get a crush on Ezra."
"Crush!" Her cheeks were burning red. She kept twisting a strand of her
hair around her finger. "I mean, it's not that I like him- or maybe I do- I
don't really know."
"Well, do you like him or not?" Please say not.
 "I don't know. Genuinely, I don't know, it's confusing. We talk to each
sometimes, in a civil and polite way, not... romantically. Or at least I didn't
think it was romantic." She turned away from Colby. "My friends think I
flirt with him."
"Which friends?"
"You know, Netra, Megan, Trisha... Joanna."
"Joanna! Joanna thinks you're flirting with him too? Well, she'd know
plenty about that, wouldn't she."
Sophie didn't reply.
"Do you like him?"
"My friends say I do. I don't know. I've never really had a crush on a guy
before. I don't know what's it's supposed to feel like. I'm sorry, Colby. I
don't think I am flirting with him."
It didn't make sense. It was against all that was holy and right in this
world. Sophie was so nice and sweet and good and Ezra was everything but.
Ezra was so Ezra, and that wasn't a good thing. Just the idea of it made
Colby's stomach knot.
He could picture it. The two of them walking down the hall together
holding hands. Sophie would be blushing like she is now and Ezra would
smile at her lovingly. They would go on cute dates and Ezra would buy her
gifts. They would have sex and Ezra would be gentle and nice to her. He
would love her.
The pain was indescribable but he could feel it everywhere in his body.
The room began to swim and he thought he was going to be sick.
He hadn't felt this way since the Joanna incident.
"Have you told him how you feel yet?" He managed to ask.
"No, not yet. Do you remember the party from Sunday?"
"Parts of it."
"Well, I think he likes someone else and I think they were at this party."
Good. She hadn't told him yet. So why didn't he feel good about it. If
anything he felt even worse than before. A million question rammed him at
once. Was this the 'good time' Ezra had mentioned earlier? Who was
'someone else'? How would Ezra react if Sophie asked him out? But the
question that bothered him the most was, why did he even care so much?
His stomach was doing a full-on acrobatics performance inside him at this
point.
 "What do you mean 'I think', don't you know what actually happened at
the party?"
"Uh no. I kinda heard about it from someone else.
"Who?"
"It doesn't really matter, they might be lying."
"Who?"
"Or they could've misheard from someone else."
"Sophie, who."
"I heard it from Joanna."
First Ezra likes 'someone else'. Then Sophie has a crush on Ezra. Now
Joanna has information on Ezra. The building pressure became too much.
He threw up.
*
After what happened in the Nurse's office, Colby was forbidden from
going to class for the rest of the day. His mom wasn't home to look after
him since she was doing a shift at the local hotel she managed, so he had to
sit in his dad's office for most the day, nothing to entertain him but the spiny
chair. All day just spin, spin, spin.
He threw up in his dad's office.
When Colby wasn't wrecking his dad's office and filling it with the putrid
smell of vomit that his dad would probably never get out, he thought about
everything Sophie had said. He couldn't say why it bothered him so much.
It was probably just because he'd known Sophie since kindergarten and she
deserved better than that douchebag. Yeah, that was it. The strange thing
was he was actually debating whether to go talk to Joanna about what she
knew. He hadn't talked to her since the incident.
Then there was the issue of Ezra. Could he really continue with
Operation Revenge if Sophie liked him? He wanted to. He really wanted to.
So he could get his revenge... obviously. But he would feel guilty about it
now, knowing how she felt about him. Maybe he did need to let go of the
past already. But not right now.
He decided to try and find Joanna. His dad had a packet of extra minty
chewing gum stuffed away in his desk, Colby used and chewed the entire
packet. He didn't want to imagine how embarrassing it would be to see his
ex again after so long and stink of puke. The lunch bell had just rang so he
had a good chance of finding her in the cafeteria.
 The closer he got to the cafeteria, the more nervous he got. It had been so
long since they had talked. He wasn't really sure what to say or how to act.
They did not end their relationship on good terms, not even close.
He'd tried desperately to get over her and that happened to involve
cutting her out of his life. Unfortunately, he couldn't have done the same
with Ezra since they were on the football team together but Joanna's life
never seemed to cross with Colby's. A part of him was glad of that. That's
why it was so strange that he was the one forcing them back together again.
And for what; for himself; for Sophie; for Ezra? He didn't really know.
At the far end of the dining hall, sat Joanna. She looked as lovely as ever
with her strawberry blonde hair and lightly freckled face. She sat at a round
table with a few girls and guys, he recognised some of the guys from
football, one of them was Brent.
But if Brent was there, then where was Ez-
"What are you staring at?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Colby's
skeleton nearly jumped out his skin. For such a big guy, Ezra could sneak
up on people pretty easily.
"Um, I need to talk to.... someone." It was odd but he didn't want to tell
Ezra why he was here. "Not like it's any of your business, dick." Ezra just
grinned at him.
"I heard you threw up all over the Nurse's office, gave it a nice new paint
job. Did the kiss I gave you make you all nervous?"
"Fuck off. I did throw up and it's because of how disgusting it was to be
touched by you." That came out a little harsher than Colby had meant it to.
Ezra's face became cold and unreadable, he didn't even make a snippy reply
or anything.
"Are you feeling better now?" He said it so quietly that Colby nearly
didn't hear him.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks- thanks for taking care of me earlier, I guess."
Ezra leaned closely towards Colby's face. There faces were so close that
their lips were nearly touching. He could feel the heat of his breath against
Colby's lips. Was he going to kiss him? Right now? In front of everyone?
Colby didn't pull away or push against Ezra, he just closed his eyes and
waited.
But nothing happened . Or at least he didn't feel anything happen. When
he opened his eyes again, Ezra was standing further back smirking again.
 "You still owe me a meet up, you know? Since you bailed on it this
morning."
"I don't owe you anything!"
"Next time I ask you better not flake out, alright?" Before Colby could
insult him, he reminded Colby of why he was actually here. "Didn't you
want to talk to someone?"
"Oh yeah!"
Filled with fresh annoyance from talking to Ezra, he marched over to
Joanna's table without preparing something to say first. Big mistake. He just
stood there silently until he could string a sentence together in his head.
"Uhh... can I talk to you... in private... please..."
She looked just as shocked to see him as he had been to talk to her.
"Sure Colbs. It's been a while."
"You wanted to talk to Joanna?" Ezra was going to be the death of Colby
if he kept sneaking up on him like that. "Why?" He looked and sounded
pissed. More than pissed.
Before Colby could think of an explanation, Joanna stood up and
wrapped herself around Colby's arm. With a sly smirk on her face she said
to Ezra, "Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you. Colby and I have a
lot of history, you know. We are allowed to talk about it." That only seemed
to piss Ezra of more. "Come on, Colbs. Let's go somewhere more private."
Colby could only helplessly glance at Ezra and Joanna as she dragged
him away. He wondered whether he'd accidentally started a fight. He'd only
wanted to ask about the party, not start a fight.
They eventually settled on talking in an empty science room. Although,
the life sized skeleton in the back of the room was creeping him out a little
bit.
"It has legit been a long time, Colbs. How have you been?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, pretty good. Still on the football team and all that. I
wanted to ask you about the party on Sunday."
She leaned back against the teacher's desk. The mom jeans she was
wearing hugged her body in all the right places and the white shirt she was
wearing complimented her bright hair colour.
She looked uneasy at his mentioning of the party.
"Sure. What do you want to know?"
"Well, someone told me, that you told them, that Ezra liked someone a
lot at that party. I was wondering who it is." He couldn't stand the sound of
his own voice right now. He felt like a drama queen making such a big deal
out of this but he wanted to know. He needed to know.
"Who told you I said that?"
"I can't say." Colby wasn't often involved in drama but he knew that you
never rat out the name of your source of information.
"So you want me to tell you who Ezra likes but you won't tell me who
told you something I apparently said? No fucking deal, Colbs."
"But I need to know."
"Why do you need to know?"
"I can't really tell you that either."
"So you want something for nothing. Well I've got things I need to keep
private too, you know. Like the identity of the girl that Ezra likes."
"It's a girl?"
She paused and then smiled innocently at Colby. "Of course, it is. Why?
You didn't think it could be a boy, did you?" She giggled.
Colby began to get that sick feeling from earlier but so much worse this
time. "No of course I didn't. Who is she then?"
"Not telling. If this is all you want then I've still gotta finish my lunch."
She waved and left him there by himself. The door slamming behind her.
"Wait! Just one last thing. Why did you cheat on me?"
"This isn't me trying to be mean but you just became, I don't know, too
clingy." They stood there in an awkward silence for a while. That seemed to
be Colby's entire day, awkward silences.
"Well, catch you around, Colbs."
It hurt so much. He couldn't pinpoint where it hurt or what was hurting
him but it hurt. A lot.
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Chapter 5: Pizza

The pain hadn't subsided by the end of the day. Well, it wasn't really a pain
but an unrelenting ache.
Nothing anyone said to him after lunch really went in. The lessons of the
teachers and the gossip of the students may as well have not have been said
at all. He couldn't bring himself to talk to people either, only ever sitting in
silence by himself. Not even Finley could get a crack out of him.
After his last lesson he caught a glimpse of Ezra making his way through
the hoards of kids trying to get out of school. His body froze. Please don't
let him see me, please don't let him see me. For once, the universe was on
Colby's side as Ezra left without even looking in his direction. Just seeing
Ezra, filled Colby with so many violent emotions. Emotions he'd only ever
felt once and had hoped he'd never have to feel again.
"Wanna grab a pizza?" Finley asked, finally breaking through Colby's
daze.
"Huh? I don't know I'm not feeling too great."
"I know you're not ill, man. Like I know you showed the Nurse what you
had for breakfast and all but I've known you long enough to know when
you're sick and when you're sad. So stop being a little bitch and let's go,
man."
Colby smiled at him. "Okay, let's go. But you have to tell me what's up
with you and Brent."
"There's nothing up."
"You were flustered."
"I don't get flustered, man."
"Well, you were. So you better tell me why."
"Fine, whatevs. Let's go already. I'm starving, man."
*
Gino's Italiano was the best pizza place in town. Sure, the owner wasn't
actually Italian or called Gino, but he was called Greg -which was close
enough- and had been to Italy at least once. And sure, they only just passed
the health and safety regulations, but for flavour this good, anyone could
put up with the mice droppings in the corner and the weirdly coloured
sticky spots on the tables.
It was decorated quite typically with the black and white tile floor
contrasting with the red walls, covered with pictures of celebrities that
didn't even know this place existed.
"So, man. What's happeni-" Finley began to speak. However, Colby
wasn't quite ready to talk about himself yet.
"Nope! You first or else you won't tell me. I know how you work."
"Ughhhh Jesus fine. What do you wanna know?"
"What've you got with Brent. I know the straight girls go wild for him
but what's up with you?"
"Colby." He paused, placing his hands on the table. A very bold move
considering the gross stickiness. "What's the opposite of a straight girl?"
"The opposite of straight is gay and the opposite of girl is boy so a gay
boy." He had to take a minute to figure it out, Colby certainly wasn't the
sharpest tool in the box. Realisation did hit him eventually though. "Oh my
god! Are you gay boy?"
"I am gay boy."
"Oh cool." He said slowly, "So what's up with Brent?" He wasn't even
close to being the sharpest tool.
"Jesus Christ, man. I like him. I am gay boy with a crush on hot boy. You
understand?"
"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Bro I've never seen you with a crush before, this is
exciting. Have you asked him out yet?"
"As a matter of fact I did." A look of pride was plastered on Finley's face.
"He's coming here soon, so tell me about you before he gets here."
"Oh shit. Well, I..." He didn't know where to begin. Did he start with
what happened in the shower? That's way too sexual! Or maybe the corridor
incident? That's more tame but hard to explain why he did it without the
shower. He began to contemplate whether he was secretly a slut. Or maybe
tell him about talking to Sophie? No, he only had so much time.
Without saying another word, Colby whipped out his phone and found
the photo of him making out with Ezra from the party on Sunday. He
hesitated for only a second before giving it to Finley. Gross, he probably
should've asked him to wash his hands first before touching his phone with
the mystery stick on his hands.
 Finley's eyes widened in shock, he tried to speak a few times but all that
came out was gargled and disjointed words. "What... but... I... what... but
you... and him... hate... what..."
"It was sent to me from an unknown number on Monday."
"What... but... that's you and Ezra."
"Yeah."
"Making out."
"Yeah."
"And it looks like you like it."
"Yeah- wait no! You can't say that for sure!"
"I think I can. Have you got a boner in this pic?" Finley began to zoom in
on the picture. Faster than Colby had ever moved, he snatched the phone
back and buried it deep in his pocket.
"Wow, just wow. Okay, sorry, I'll focus now. Do you have any idea who
sent it?"
"No, not a clue. I don't remember most of the party and I definitely don't
remember doing this."
"Right because you're the ultimate lightweight. Drunk Colby is a
troublemaker, so it's not unbelievable that you would do this." That
comment received a scowl from Finley. "Don't look at me like that you
know it's true. It was a big party so it could've been quite a few people.
However, the fact that this hasn't been spread around the school like
wildfire suggests that it's someone close to either you or Ezra."
"Wow, you sound like a detective right now."
"Thanks. I watched Detective Pikachu last night and picked up a few
things. So, that rules out gossipers, drama starters and people who don't
know you guys that well. Do you know whether Ezra remembers anything
or whether he got sent the pic?"
"Oh yeah, I walked up to him during football practice and said to him,
'Hey Ezra, do you remember that mad make out sesh we had on Sunday or
are you getting blackmailed with a picture of it as well'."
"Chill with the sarcasm, man. Just trying to help. Maybe you're right
though."
"Maybe I'm right about what?"
"About the picture being blackmail. Maybe someone either likes you or
likes him so took the picture to keep you away from him."
"I don't know, that sounds pretty crazy."
 "People can be crazy," he said reaching forward and gently caressing
Colby's cheek, "for love." He finished it with a seductive wink that made
Colby laugh.
"Ew, save it for Brent." The mention of love reminded Colby of why he
was feeling down in the first place. "I talked to Joanna again."
Finley's jaw dropped and his hand moved away from Colby. Maybe he
should stop shocking Finley, it looked like one more revelation could give
him a heart attack.
"Why? But why? What? I thought you were done with her after... you know,
the incident."
Greg a.k.a 'Gino Italiano' then came over and gave them both their pizzas
and the drinks they'd ordered. Colby had gotten a large pepperoni pizza
with a mango smoothie. Nothing could lighten Colby's mood more than
this.
"Thanks." He took a sip of his smoothie. He could see in his peripheral
vision that Finley wasn't touching his food yet, clearly waiting for Colby's
answer. "It's hard to explain why I went to her. It's not that I still like her or
anything, or at least I don't think I do. Sure she's still super duper pretty and
all but I talked to her about someone else. And I don't even know why I
talked to her about them because I don't even like them, I fucking hate them
but Sophie said that she knew something about them and- anyway; I asked
her why she cheated on me. I've just always wanted to know, I guess. Like
was it something I did or said that pushed her away from me and it turns out
it was. She said I was too clingy. Which is okay, I guess I must have been."
His voice slowly began to trail off as the pain not even pizza could fully fix
came back.
"What do you mean is it something 'you did'? She cheated on you, man.
Who cares if you're a bit clingy that's not an excuse to cheat, nothing is. The
reason why she cheated on you has nothing to do with you and everything
to do with her inability to commit. Fuck her, man. Fuck what she says.
Damn that's pissed me off now, who does she think she is?"
"Hey, don't say that about her."
"Why not? She's a shit person, especially to you. What's Sophie doing
speaking to her, she should know better. I know it sounds like I'm being
harsh right now but you deserve the truth, man. You're a great guy who did
not deserve to be cheated on."
 Tears began to blur Colby's vision. "Thanks." He managed to say without
his voice cracking.
"So, who's this 'them' you kept mentioning. A new lady, perhaps?"
"Them? Oh well." He stared out the store window to avoid Finley's
interrogative stare. "Them is- Ezra? What the fuck is he doing here?"
Finley turned around to look out the window as well. Sure enough, Ezra
was getting out of a white Volkswagen whilst Brent was getting out the
other side. Oh that's what the fuck he was doing here. The strange thing
was, they were both coming towards the pizzeria.
"Did you invite both of them?" Asked Colby.
"Nope, just Brent."
"Did you make it clear that this was supposed to be a date? For just the
two of you?"
Finley snapped his gaze back to Colby. "What do you mean, of course I
did. Sorta. Kind of. Maybe. Not really. Shit."
"Better luck next time, buddy." He gave Finley a firm slap on the back,
out of the kindness in his heart.
"Ow!" It may have also been revenge for Finley punching him repeatedly
in the locker room earlier.
The bell above the door sang as the pair of boys walked in. Brent smiled
warmly at Finley and Ezra just smirked when he noticed Colby was there
too.
"Hey, Fin!" Said Brent. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Ezra with
me. He was hungry too so I said he could tag along."
"Uh yeah. It's no problem. It's cool. It's fine." Oh great. Flustered
rambling Finley was back.
Finley and Colby had been sitting across from each other at the back of
the pizzeria which meant there was a 50/50 chance that he would end up
sitting next to Ezra. After the day he had, he really didn't want to. Just
seeing the literal embodiment of dickhead behaviour made him feel ill all
over again. But Finley wanted to sit next to Brent and he knew that. That's
all he had to remind himself It's for Finley, it's for Finley.
He looked Ezra in the eyes and mustered up the best smile he could
manage. It must not have been very convincing by the way Finley grimaced
at it but it was the best Ezra was going to get. He gestured for Ezra to take
the seat next to him. Then Ezra was the one smiling. The smile was a little
too genuine for Colby's liking.
However, he resisted the urge to punch Ezra in the face when he saw how
delighted and nervous Finley looked when Brent sat next to him. He'd never
seen this side of Finley before and it was surprisingly adorable.
Eventually, conversation started up -mostly between Finley, Brent and
Ezra- Colby wasn't really in a chatty mood so he stayed out of it. Plus he
was rather sure that if he did speak then it would probably be to insult Ezra
and he was trying to keep the atmosphere light so Finley could flirt. He
expected some recognition of his top tier friendship from Finley after this
was over. Occasionally he would catch Ezra glancing over at him. Look at
me one more time and see what happens, was his main thought about it.
He only really tuned back into the conversation when Brent said, "I
know! Since there's already four of us, we should share a room at the
football training camp!"
"I'm down for that." Said Ezra.
Finley was about to say something until he looked over at Colby, waiting
for his answer. He knew more than anyone about Colby's hatred for Ezra
but Colby could tell from his big puppy dog eyes that he wanted Colby to
say yes. Would he be able to survive the entirety of camp not only listening
to Ezra yell commands at him but to sleep in the same room as him as well?
It sounded like a nightmare.
Why did Finley have to look at him like that though?
"Sounds... good." Every syllable hurt to say but for Finley, Colby had
essentially agreed to put up with Ezra.
Finley's face lit up, "Yep! We're in!" The things Colby would do for his
best friend.
Without even looking in Colby's direction or giving any indicator to what
he was doing, Ezra placed his hand on Colby's thigh. He could feel the heat
rush to his cheeks as Ezra tightened his grip.
He already knew he was going to do something really dumb tonight.
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The four boys had been sitting in the pizzeria for about half an hour. During
that time, Colby had been in agony. Ezra wouldn't release his thigh, no
matter how much Colby would try and pry him off.
It was like Ezra was teasing him. His thumb would rub soothing circles
on his thigh -that was actually kind of nice-; the problem was when Ezra's
hand would start moving further up Colby's leg. At first, it only moved up a
little but then would move back down to its original spot. Then his hand
began to move higher up Colby's leg, then higher, then higher and then
higher again until Ezra was rubbing not-so-soothing circles on Colby's
crotch.
Immediately, Colby had grabbed Ezra's wrist and had tried to get him off
without signalling to Finley or Brent that something might be happening
under the table. Colby decided he should probably start going to the gym
again as nothing he did could move the sadistic boy next to him.
He would've loved to say that he hated every minute of it but he would be
lying. He was glad for the faulty lightbulbs in the pizzeria that managed to
hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. His jeans were slowly becoming
tighter and he had to try incredibly hard to keep his breathing steady. What
really pissed him off was Ezra's nonchalant attitude about it, he carried on
with the conversation and didn't even look at Colby.
He decided he couldn't just make this easy for Ezra to do this to him. As
subtly as possible, he shuffled closer to Ezra and began to give him the
same treatment. At first it was small suggestive actions: accidental brushes
and light touches. Slowly the actions became more intense, he felt Ezra
harden slightly under his touches. Colby even dared to unzip Ezra's fly and
delve his fingers inside, grasping Ezra's member and stroking it.
Ezra snapped his head to Colby. Finally, he had gotten his attention. Ezra
stopped his movements on Colby's thigh and stopped talking as well. Colby
may have gotten a bit too much of his attention.
"Ezra, you okay?" Asked Brent. Colby curses himself under his breath,
he was just trying to get even with Ezra, not get everyone's attention on
him. Finley stared holes at Colby.
Shit he knows something's up, Colby thought.
"I feel sick again!" Colby shouted, a bit too loudly as other customers
were beginning to look over at him. Lowering his voice he continued, "I
didn't want to disturb the conversation so I tried to... signal to Ezra that I
wasn't feeling good."
"Maybe you should go home." Said Brent with genuine concern in his
voice. Finley mouthed the word 'bullshit' at Colby. Damn Finley and his
ability to read Colby like a goddamn book.
He tried to think of a way to get out of this situation and make it up to
Finley at the same time. He remembered that Ezra had his car outside.
"You're right, Brent. I should go home. Ezra take me home." The other
three boys just stared at Colby in disbelief.
"You want me to take you home?" Asked Ezra, his hand slowly moving
to do up his zipper. "Okay, let's go." He took Colby's hand and stood to
leave.
Brent made an action to leave as well until Colby waved him down. "No,
no, no, you two stay here and enjoy yourselves. Don't let me stop you."
"Oh but..."
Colby didn't have time to listen to Brent's protest as Ezra rushed him out
the pizzeria. Gino Italiano gave them a mean look until he saw that Finley
and Brent were still at the table. Clearly, just making sure someone was
going to pay the bill. The bell above the door rang as they left.
When they got to the car, Ezra pushed Colby up against the passenger
door and kissed him. It was surprisingly gentle at first. He felt Ezra nibble
on his bottom lip and then swiped his tongue along it. Colby wrapped his
arms around Ezra's neck and opened his mouth a little to give him more
access. The kiss became more heated and passionate. With every movement
Colby became more entranced in what they were doing.
Until he heard the familiar ringing of the bell. He shoved Ezra away and
whipped his head around to the pizzeria's entrance. Luckily, it wasn't Finley
or Brent as Colby had feared, it was just Gino Italiano taking out the trash.
His heart was beating so hard against his chest he was afraid his ribs would
shatter trying to contain it. He wasn't sure whether it was beating so fast
because of the kiss or because of the scare. He tried to tell himself it was
because of the latter.
 He turned around and saw Ezra standing back from him, more far back
than Colby had meant to shove him. His eyebrows were knitted together
and he was scowling. A pang of guilt shot through Colby at the sight but he
wasn't going to apologise.
"Get in the car. I'll take you home already."
*
The car ride to Colby's house would've been completely silent if it wasn't
for the softly playing radio in the background. Headlights flurried by in
seconds as the evening light faded away and let the night take over.
He couldn't stand the silence anymore so he asked the question that
Finley had suggested earlier. "So," he felt as though the air thickened as he
tried to make conversation, shoving his words back into his throat, "did you
get sent any pictures after the party on Sunday?"
Ezra's eyes never left the road as he answered. "Yeah, a couple. Why?"
The radio began to play a gentle love song by an artist Colby had never
heard of. "Oh you know, just wondering. Did you get any pictures of the
two of us?"
A quick glance from Ezra, was the most attention he gave to Colby. "No I
didn't get any of the two of us. Did you?"
"No, I didn't." He replied a little too quickly. "I just thought that since we
were both there you might have got one." Ezra only hummed at him in
response.
"Are you into me?" The question took Colby by complete surprise. How
was he supposed to respond to that? He couldn't deny it after the stuff he'd
done with him but he wasn't sure in what way Ezra meant.
He definitely didn't romantically like him. He was a guy. He was Ezra!
Never in a thousand years would he like him but on the other hand,
"Physically, I guess I'm into you."
"Oh okay... let's do things together then, physically." He paused and a
playful smirk formed on his face, "Not that you haven't been already."
"Why do you make it sound like it's just me! You keep kissing me and
you kept touching me at the pizzeria! You're the horny pervert here."
"Now, now let's not forget you started all of this by not only making out
with me in the shower but then getting me off as well. Which was very
surprising by the way. And yes, I touched your thigh at the pizza place but
you tried to get into my pants in front of our friends. I think you might be
the horny bastard here."
 When he put it like that, the horny bastard really was Colby. His face
became flushed as he realised that he had started this. Part of him wanted to
bring up the picture from the party, Ezra looked dominant in that, but now
he wondered whether he had started that too.
"What are you suggesting then?" Colby asked.
"Friends with benefits, obviously."
"We're not fucking friends, dickhead."
"Really? That's the part you have a problem with." He ran a hand through
his golden hair. "Alright... sexual partners."
"Partners? We're not playing tennis together."
"Fuck buddies, then."
"Same problem as Friends with benefits. I'm not your friend or your
buddy."
"Jesus Christ. Do you want to have sex with me or not?"
He hadn't expected him to ask so bluntly. Did he want this? From his
actions over the past couple of days, he figured he must. "Okay." Was the
best response he could muster.
"Okay then. You can come round mine Friday night."
"This Friday? Before the training camp?" That was soon, that was very
very soon. He needed more time to mentally prepare for this. Whatever
'this' was going to be.
Colby was too deep in his thoughts to notice Ezra's car finally coming to
a stop outside his house.
"See you Friday." He smiled innocently at Colby, as if not even a minute
ago he said he wanted to fuck. He's a demon, Colby thought.
"Yeah," his face was void of emotion as he tried to process what he'd just
agreed to. "See you."
Ezra closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on Colby's
lips.
"I'm looking forward to it but get out my car already."
The cold night air penetrated into the car as soon as Colby opened the
door. He closed the door behind him and watched as Ezra drove away. The
sound of the car growing fainter as the crickets only grew louder.
He walked inside his house and went straight up to his room. He was
going to have sex with Ezra on Friday.
Why did he do this to himself?
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The rest of the week went quickly, a bit too quick for Colby's liking. It was
already Friday!
At a few points during the week, he had snuck of with Ezra to make good
on their friends-with-benefits agreement. Most the time they would just
make out after football in the locker room after everyone else was gone.
Colby kept trying to rationalise all these times by calling them preparation
for Friday night.
But all that preparation did nothing to cool his nerves when Friday rolled
around. He had agreed to go to Ezra's house at 8 o'clock sharp. School
ended at 3, which gave him a solid 5 hours to prepare.
As soon as he got home, he ran upstairs to his room and began to have a
mental break down.
Why did he agree to this? Would Ezra make fun of him if he came first?
What did you wear to fuck? Did you wear anything? Should he go shopping
and buy some sexy underwear or something? Did he need to buy condoms?
Lube? Should he shave? What parts did he shave? Should he drink some
mango juice before he went?
He was getting so frustrated with himself for acting like an innocent
virgin. He had fucked girls before so how hard could it be to do it with a
guy.
My dick may not be a virgin but my arsehole is! That's when the true
question came to him: Was he going to be the top or the bottom?
Finley had called him a bottom and he was gay and gays knew these
kinds of things. After a few more minutes of panicking about his arse he
realised that the best thing to do before any big test was to revise for it. He
grabbed his laptop, went on incognito mode and typed in for the very first
time Gay Porn.
He clicked the first video that came up. It started with a strange plot
about a guy who had broken his toilet and it was overflowing so he called a
plumber but he was a really crappy plumber because he just ended up
fucking the guy instead of fixing the toilet. Anyway, after the cringey porn
acting was done, Colby watched every movement like a hawk but mostly
how the bottom behaved. He had to be prepared!
He analysed the way their hands touched each other, the way their bodies
pressed together, the way their breathing became short pants only ever
interrupted by lustful moans. So far it was pretty simple stuff but then the
plumber began to finger the guy's ass.
Did that feel nice? He wondered, never really considering it before.
Would I enjoy it?
He continued to watch the video but the more he watched, the more he
began to imagine himself and Ezra in that position. Without even noticing
he was doing it, he slipped his hand past the waistline of his jeans. Stroking
himself at first but it wasn't enough so he undid the buckle, dove into his
underwear and grasped himself firmly. His breathing became uneven as the
porn actors continued in the background.
He wondered what Ezra sounded like. Whether he moaned or groaned or
panted. Whether his cheeks became flushed or whether he remained cool
and steady. Whether he would be rough and aggressive or gentle and sweet.
Colby couldn't decide which one he liked the sound of the most
He fell back onto his bed, his hand still keeping a continuous rhythm on
his member. He closed his eyes and pictured Ezra that day in the showers.
The way the water outlined his toned body and how his hair kept falling in
front of his eyes and yet he maintained a lustful gaze on Colby the entire
time.
That fantasy alone brought Colby so close to his climax-
"Darling, I've got your washing and OH MY JESUS!"
Immediately he shot up and made eye contact with his poor mother. He
screamed and she screamed back, dropping the washing on the floor. Both
of them began to flail in panic.
"It's not what it looks like, mom!" Cried Colby, slamming down his
laptop and trying to zip his pants back up.
"I didn't see anything!" His mother hollered back, spinning around in a
circle with her hands up like a T-Rex. She ran out the room, slamming the
door behind her.
*
A few hours later he was being driven to Ezra's house by his poor poor
mother.
 "Now, you know I don't mind you doing things like that, you're my
darling Prince Charming and sexual urges are natural," she leaned over and
pinched his cheek, "but at least lock the door before you give it a whack.
For me."
"I will definitely remember to do that from now on, don't you worry."
How mortifying. Part of him didn't even want to go to Ezra's anymore, he
just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But he couldn't back out now, he'd
done too much prep. He'd douched! He researched and did it and it was
horrifying. A necessary evil. To think he'd douched for a douche, what was
he even doing at this point? He couldn't even look at his mother right now.
He was too ashamed.
"So Ezra Dickinson, huh? I thought you didn't like him."
"I don't." He replied instantly without much thought.
"Then why are you staying the night at his. Oh my Jesus don't tell me
you're..."
Colby's heart stopped. Did she see his computer screen? He wasn't gay or
anything, him and Ezra were just messing around. Even if he was gay he
wouldn't be gay for Ezra of all people. The gay porn was for educational
purposes.
All of a sudden, the car veered to the left, straight into a lay-by area. His
mother turned of the engine, turned to her son and grasped the sides of his
face. Strands of her auburn hair escaping her ponytail. Colby had no choice
but to look at her now and she looked furious.
"Colby, be honest with me now. Is that boy," she paused and inhaled
sharply, "is that boy peer pressuring you?"
"What?"
She spoke slower this time as if his hearing was the thing confusing him
and not her words. "Is that boy peer pressuring you to do illegal substances.
Be honest my love. I'm not going to judge you. We've all done the devil's
lettuce at some point, Lord knows I have but I don't want some other boy
making you do it."
"No, mom. That's not what's happening here." Colby's mother never
tended to jump to conclusions, instead she jumped in a catapult and flung
herself 1000 miles per hour at the most unlikely possibility. The fact that
she'd done weed didn't surprise him in the tiniest.
"Oh my Jesus, is it worse than that? It's meth! He's making you do meth,
isn't he? Right, that's it, I'm turning around and going home."
 "No, mom! He isn't making me do drugs! We're just having a sleepover
alright. Drug free."
"Why would you sleepover with him if you don't like him?" She let go of
his face now and looked confused. Why is she acting like I'm confusing,
she's the confusing one!
Colby's cheeks heated up a little at the question. "I guess, I don't
completely hate him. We've grown a lot... closer recently. Plus he's driving
me to football camp tomorrow at the ass crack of dawn so you don't have
to."
"That is very nice of him. Okay let's go." She pulled back into the road
and carried on to Ezra's house as if she didn't just accuse him of pressuring
Colby to do meth.
*
Colby must have stood in front of Ezra's front door for at least ten
minutes. His mom had driven off a while ago so there was no going back. I
just have to knock and... get at it, he supposed.
He hadn't expected Ezra's house to be so big and grand. The walls were
large beige stones that contrasted with the white roof, door and windows.
There was a wooden canopy over the front door to cover a porch with a
rocking swing on it. Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised that perfect
boy Ezra lived a perfect life in a perfect house. What a dick.
He knew he was only stalling for time by focusing on all the details of
Ezra's house. This time he would knock. He raised his fist, held it there,
then put it down again. Was he having second thoughts? He wasn't really
sure. He just felt weird inside. His muscles were tense and his stomach was
doing backflips.
Once he went inside there really wasn't much going back to his usual
relationship with Ezra. Making out with Ezra and giving him a hand job, he
could wave that off as spur of the moment. But purposefully coming to his
house to have sex with him, that wasn't as easily explained away.
Before Colby could ponder the question any longer, the door flew open
on its own. Colby was greeted by Ezra scowling at him. He was wearing a
tight white vest and some grey sweat pants. Now Colby definitely didn't
feel sexy enough in his loose red hoodie, jeans and his Thomas the Tank-
engine sports bag.
"You have been standing here for 15 minutes. Are you coming in or not?"
Spat Ezra. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
 Colby was finding it rather hard to concentrate on anything other than
those grey sweat pants right now. "You knew I was here?" He asked, not
breaking eye contact with Ezra's crotch.
"I was watching you from the window but now you're just pissing me
off." He turned and went inside, forcing Colby's eyes to go from his crotch
to his ass. "Are you coming in or are you going to call mommy to come and
pick you up?"
That got Colby's attention back. "You know what, asshole. Maybe if you
were a better host I'd actually want to come in."
Ezra didn't respond, he just kept walking deeper into the house.
"Wait up!" Colby yelled. The house was much colder inside and made
Colby grateful that he'd chosen to wear his comfy jumper. It was also much
grander inside, with a massive staircase in the hall that curved its way to the
second floor.
Ezra lead him to a sitting room that took Colby's breath away almost as
much as Ezra's sweat pants had. For starters, it had a huge plasma screen tv
mounted on the wall and underneath it was a fire place. Facing it was a
burgundy sofa with teddy bear blankets on it. Across the far wall was
endless shelves of DVDs and books. The lamps by the sofa were made from
drift wood. Just like the outside of the house, it was perfect. Perfect but it
almost felt like no one really lived here. It was too organised, too perfect
like no one ever used it. The closer he got to the DVDs and books the more
he could see the dust resting on every single one of them.
"Do you live alone?" He found himself asking. Immediately he regretted
the question, just because Ezra had invited him round didn't mean they were
close all of a sudden. This was basically just a booty call.
"No, my dad lives here too. Pizza or Chinese?"
"What?"
"For dinner. What you thought I was just going to let you starve? Pick a
movie while you're over there too."
"Oh pepperoni pizza then with those cheesy bites on the side. And yeah
you would totally do something like let me starve, don't try and act all nice
to me. I see right through you."
That made Ezra smile, which, in turn made Colby smile. He left the room
for a while leaving Colby to pick what they were going to watch.
He debated putting on something to set the mood like Fifty Shades of
Gray but he got embarrassed just thinking about it so he wasn't sure he'd
survive the entire movie. Action movies -as much as Colby would enjoy it-
aren't exactly the sexiest movies to watch. He couldn't watch a kids film
that would be wrong. On the lowest shelf was Halloween. A horror movie
would give them a good excuse to get close together. Do I want to be close
to him!?
It was the best of a bad bunch, was the reasoning he gave himself in the
end. He heard Ezra's footsteps come up behind him.
"Have you picked something yet? Or do you need help reading the big
words?"
"Excuse you, dickhead. I have-" Colby turned to face him but didn't
realise how close Ezra had came to him. Their faces were only inches apart
and Ezra was slowly closing that gap.
"You have what, Colby?" He said in a husky tone, coming closer and
closer. Ezra placed his hands on the shelves next to either side of Colby's
head, trapping him there. It's just like that fucking photo all over again,
Colby realised.
Just when their lips were about to touch, Ezra moved and kissed Colby's
neck instead, before moving to his ear and whispering, "Halloween's a
pretty crappy movie."
"You're a crappy movie." Colby said. His cheeks were as red as his
hoodie and his eyes were downcast at the floor. He shoved his hand in the
pouch of his hoodie and puffed it out, in a very non-subtle way to hide his
growing arousal.
Once again, Ezra looked like he was leaning in for an actual kiss. Then
he snatched the DVD from Colby's hand and walked away.
"You, asshole!" Colby yelled. Stupid Ezra with his stupid smug face and
his stupid sweat pants.
Ezra just turned and looked innocently at him. "What did I do?"
Colby threw himself on the sofa, crossing his arms and legs in a huff.
"I don't even want to let you in my pants anymore. You're too much of a
dick."
"Oh, but you did want me in your pants?"
"That's not what I meant!" Ezra put on the movie and sat on the opposite
end of the sofa as Colby.
*
The movie had been on for about 20 minutes but Colby couldn't even
focus on it. Why isn't he moving over? Every second he was glancing over
at Ezra but he didn't get the same treatment back. Ezra was just lying there,
not even sitting anymore. Apparently his side of the sofa was also a recliner
so he was just lounging there whilst Colby's rage festered. Michael Myers
had just escaped from the mental hospital when Colby finally decided to
take matters into his own hands.
He stretched himself along the sofa so that his head was on Ezra's toned
stomach. He began to trace the defined lines of Ezra's six pack and then
moved onto his V line. Lightly, he moved his finger further down Ezra's
torso until he was met by the waistband of his sweat pants. He carefully
lifted them up and kept diving down even further. Ezra's breath hitched
when Colby reached his dick.
At first he just traded his finger around it, teasing Ezra as he waited for it
to stiffen a bit more before he took hold of it. Then he began to pump it
slowly. He placed his thumb on the tip and rubbed it.
He heard Ezra chuckle. "What's so funny?" Colby asked, he squeezed his
dick a bit tighter in his hand. He'd done it as a warning but watching Ezra
bite his lip as he tried to suppress a groan was more arousing than Colby
had expected.
"You're what's funny. The movie's hardly started and you can't even keep
it in your pants." He paused and smirked at Colby. "Well, you can't keep it
in my pants anyway."
Colby racked his head trying to think of something witty and smart to say
back that would devastate him. Until he realised he was already holding
something that could devastate him. Like most things Colby did, he didn't
give it too much thought before he fully exposed Ezra's dick and ran his
tongue up it's impressive length. He kissed the tip and gave a quick glance
up at Ezra.
He was staring right back and was biting on one of his fingers to suppress
a moan. His golden hair was being held back by his other hand. That sight
alone encouraged Colby to keep going. He took more and more of Ezra into
his mouth, moving his head up and down in a steady rhythm. He'd received
enough blowjobs to know what to do and what felt nice.
He kept rubbing his tongue against his dick and sucked harder on it. Ezra
grabbed Colby by the hair and began to move his head at a different
rhythm. A faster, more aggressive rhythm that Colby wasn't sure he could
keep up. His jaw was beginning to ache but he would never give Ezra the
satisfaction of seeing him give up. He could feel Ezra's dick only getting
harder in his mouth and he could tell that Ezra was trying to restrain his
hips from bucking his dick in further.
He hated to admit it but somehow doing this to Ezra was turning him on
as well. He looked at Ezra just in time to see his head fall back and his eyes
squeeze shut. He groaned and the sound caused Colby to reach into his own
jeans and start jacking off. He never realised he was such a good
multitasker. He pumped his own dick whilst never releasing Ezra's from his
mouth because the face Ezra was making right now was the hottest thing
Colby had ever seen. If it wasn't for the dick in his mouth he'd probably be
moaning like a whore right now
"...fuck" Ezra groaned, "... let go... I'm gonna..." Ezra barely managed to
say but Colby refused. Spitters were quitters and Colby was no quitter. He
took Ezra's dick so far into his mouth that he felt it hit the back of his throat.
He felt Ezra's grip intensify as he let out a loud groan. A slight salty flavour
filled Colby's mouth.
"...Colby..." he panted.
Just hearing Ezra say his name in that lustful way brought him to his
climax. He ended up shooting a vertical streak up his hoodie.
They both remained in their positions, panting. Ezra absent mindedly ran
his fingers through Colby's hair. Almost apologetically for being so rough
earlier.
The doorbell rang.
"I think," Ezra paused to catch his breath, bringing his head back upright
to look at Colby, "I think that's the pizza guy. Wash your mouth, I'll go get
it."
With that he left the room, fixing his appearance as he went. Colby just
sat there like an idiot, a small trickle of cum sliding down the corner of his
mouth as realisation of what he just did dawned on him.
There really wasn't much going back from this.
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Chapter 8: Gentle

11pm eventually rolled around and Colby was sat on Ezra's bed, even
though he knew they weren't going to sleep anytime soon. He was still
wearing his jumper and jeans. Although he was debating whether he should
take them off yet or wait for Ezra to do it.
He'd never felt this nervous before, not even when it was his first time.
Technically this was a first time but not the first time and he was internally
rambling now. He could hear his heart racing in his ears and every muscle
in his body was tense. He wasn't even naked yet and he felt exposed. Every
insecurity he had about his body suddenly seemed huge and ugly, he could
almost picture the disgusted face Ezra would make when he sees Colby's
body.
Why am I thinking like this?
He just needed to chill and collect himself before Ezra finally came in.
Colby had asked him for a cup of water to buy him some calm-your-tits
time.
He could hear the stairs creaking underneath Ezra's feet as he was
coming back upstairs. Shit! He couldn't even bring himself to look at the
door when it finally opened. He just stared out the window onto the moonlit
street, listening to the rustling of Ezra's movements. The moonlight was the
only thing lighting the room, making all the furniture and even Ezra himself
be cast in an ethereal silver glow.
He felt the bed dip behind him and a warm hand rest on his shoulder.
Chills rushed up his spine and his jaw clenched.
"Colby," Ezra said in a hushed tone, "if you don't want to do this it's
fine."
Why did this asshole have to be so nice about it? Since when was this
asshole even so nice?
"I do want to do it," Colby whispered. His hands turned into fists as he
grabbed the royal blue bedsheets. "It's just... this is my first time with a guy
is all. Too bad it had to be you."
 He heard a faint chuckle escape Ezra's lips. "Yeah, that is too bad." Ezra
leaned forward and began to place kisses down Colby's neck. Colby
moaned a little when Ezra hit a spot right next to his throat. Colby could
feel Ezra's smile on his skin as he whispered to him, "I promise I'll be
gentle."
Those words put Colby's mind at ease, but his body was still tight and
tense. Colby turned his head so he could capture Ezra's lips with his own. It
started as small pecs until Ezra's tongue invaded its way into Colby's
mouth. He wrestled with him for dominance for a bit before submitting.
The part of him that wanted to prove a point, to get revenge became small
and insignificant to the majority of Colby's mind that enjoyed the pleasure
of being touched and held by Ezra.
Ezra lightly tugged at the hem of Colby's hoodie, a wordless way of
asking for permission to take it off. Colby reached down and took it off, the
shirt that he was wearing underneath became entangled and came off with
it. With a firm hand, Ezra pushed Colby to lie down on the bed, never once
breaking the kiss with him.
For awhile they lay on top of each other, kissing. Their erections pressed
together through the cloth of their clothes. Ezra began to grind his erection
into Colby's. Colby wrapped his arms around Ezra's neck in an attempt to
bring their bodies even closer but it wasn't enough for either of them.
He gave Colby a final kiss, then nipped his jaw, then suckled on certain
places down his neck. Once he'd gotten a few more moans out of Colby, he
trailed a line of kisses and bites down his chest until he came to his nipples.
With one hand he teased his right nipple, rolling the bud between his
fingers. With the other, he took it into his mouth and carefully but
aggressively bit and sucked on it. Colby gasped at the sensation, burrowing
his hands into Ezra's fair hair.
He couldn't explain why he was so sensitive to it but when Ezra did it, it
never failed to get a reaction out of Colby.
Ezra released Colby's nipples and Colby almost whined at the loss of the
sensation. He kept trailing kisses down Colby's lightly defined abs and then
was met by his jeans. He took the belt buckle into his hands and glanced up
at Colby. Colby nodded his head in approval making Ezra smile with
anticipation.
Without wasting a second he undid the buckle and tore of Colby's jeans
and then the boxer briefs he was wearing. Colby shivered as his aching
erection was exposed to the cold temperature of Ezra's room. Now Colby
was truly exposed to Ezra, wearing nothing but a crimson blush.
Ezra reached down to the floor and retrieved a bottle of lube, he poured
some onto his fingers and spread Colby's legs apart. He teased his hole
before pushing one in. Colby was shivering from a mixture of the cold
temperature and the feeling of Ezra's finger inside him.
The feeling became even stranger as Ezra began to move his finger. It
took a minute for Colby's body to adjust before Ezra added in a second and
then a third. Colby was still unsure of what to make of it. The feeling was
so unfamiliar and alien to him but it was pleasurable too. Ezra played
around inside him until he found Colby's prostate. If Colby's loud moan and
the arching of his back was any indicator of that.
Ezra hit the spot a few more times, Colby clamped his hands over his
mouth to stop any more embarrassing sounds.
"Don't do that." Ezra said, he grabbed Colby's hands with his free one. "I
want to hear you."
Ezra pulled out his fingers and positioned himself in between Colby's
thighs. He slid on a condom and lubed his dick. Colby had tried to prepare
himself for this exact moment but now that it was happening, he was kinda
scared. Would Ezra laugh if he told him that?
Ezra began to push himself in and it hurt like a bitch. Colby was
beginning to panic now. He felt tears pricking at his eyes. He was so
embarrassed of himself as he felt one roll down his cheek. He had never
cried during sex and he'd never cried in front of Ezra. Now the two had
come together and it was so humiliating.
Ezra stopped what he was doing and stared at Colby in bewilderment
before he leaned in and took his face in his hands. "What's wrong? If it
hurts I can go slower or we can just stop?" He wiped Colby's tears away.
Colby was taken back by the genuine concern in his voice. "No don't stop
just..." He didn't know how to express his feelings.
"Just?"
"Just..." They were nothing more than fuckbuddies so Colby knew he had
no right to ask for this but, "could you just hold my hand while you do it."
He regretted saying it, he was never going to live this down.
Ezra looked like a deer caught in headlights for a second or two, shocked
that Colby would actually ask him for something like that. He did more
than what Colby asked for. He repositioned himself between his legs,
wrapped one arm around his waist and the other held his hand. He also
pressed his forehead against Colby's, gazing into each other's eyes.
"Better?" Ezra asked.
Colby nodded. "Take off your clothes too, it's weird that you're still fully
dressed."
Without hesitation, Ezra stripped off his clothes and exposed his full
nakedness to Colby. Slowly he pushed his way inside of Colby and the pain
from earlier intensified. More hot tears fell down his cheeks as he screwed
his eyes shut from the pain.
"You need to relax more, Colby. You're body's too tense." Any other time
Colby would've punched him for such obvious advice but he wasn't wrong
either.
Ezra kept pushing himself in, Colby silently cursed his stupidly big dick
under his hisses of pain. Once he'd got it all in, the pain shifted to just an
odd uncomfortable feeling. He couldn't understand why people found this
pleasurable until Ezra started thrusting into him. Colby had never
experienced such waves of sexual euphoria before, all he could do was try
and meet Ezra's quickening thrusts and cry out his name. The cold
temperature didn't bother him anymore, he felt like his body was on fire.
His body was burning with every thrust, every touch that Ezra gave him. He
wrapped his legs around Ezra's waist.
All he could hear was Ezra panting and groaning and the colliding of
skin. He couldn't understand how it had gone from so painful to so
pleasurable or how his hips suddenly had a mind of their own as they
bucked for Ezra.
He opened his teary eyes to look at Ezra's face. How was he still so
handsome right now? Colby was sure he was a sweaty, blushing mess.
Ezra's blonde hair was wild and his eyes were shut. His mouth was open
slightly as he panted and murmured "fuck" every now and then. Colby
wanted to kiss him. He really wanted to kiss him.
Colby captured his lips in a passionate kiss before anything could be said
between them. It was the most intimate kiss the pair had ever had and it was
enough for Colby to climax. He cried out in ecstasy and moaned Ezra's
name as his vision turned white and a warm liquid shot across his stomach.
He heard Ezra groan loudly and then he felt a warmth filling inside him.
Ezra fell on top of him and they lay entangled with each other in a sweaty
heap for a few minutes as they tried to catch their breaths. Ezra buried his
head in the crook of Colby's neck and tenderly kissed it. Eventually he
rolled off of him but refused to let go of his hand. He chucked the filled
condom in the bin.
Colby's legs were trembling, maybe this wasn't the best thing to do
before a training weekend but it had felt to good to care. But how could he
say no when Ezra looked him in the eye and asked:
"Again?"
*
He didn't remember falling asleep or going under the blanket of Ezra's
bed and yet here he was. He was also wrapped tightly in Ezra's arms in the
position of the little spoon. That kinda pissed him off, sure he'd been the
bottom last night but that did not mean that he was a good little submissive
boy now. Not even a little bit.
He tried to roll away but Ezra just tightened his grip on him.
"Ezra, you fat ass. Let go of me!" He struggled and squirmed in Ezra's
anaconda-like grip.
"Can't you just let me sleep for a bit longer, you're so loud." Ezra pulled
Colby even closer so that his crotch was pressing against his ass and he
buried his face in Colby's hair. "How are you feeling?"
Colby's face immediately heated up as he remembered how he cried last
night. He was waiting for Ezra to make fun of him for it. "I feel fine." He
snapped. "You know we still gotta go to the training camp."
"Shit." Ezra's limbs released Colby as he looked at the clock next to his
bed. "We've got about an hour till we need to leave, so get dressed and I'll
make breakfast. You're welcome to use the shower by the way." He chucked
on his grey sweat pants again then left.
Colby stayed in bed for a few more minutes before he decided to move.
However, he wasn't prepared for his legs to buckle from just one step. His
body crumpled onto the floor and it trembled at the impact.
Ezra rushed back into the room and kneeled at Colby's side. How many
times am I going to embarrass myself in front of him?
"Are you okay?" Ezra asked. He placed his hands on Colby's shoulders
and brought him to a sitting position.
"I'm fine." Colby swatted his hands away like they were annoying
mosquitos. "Or at least I would be if you hadn't wanted to go multiple
rounds last night. My ass hurts! If I'm shit during training today you cannot
yell at me one bit 'cuz this is your fault."
 Ezra just laughed at Colby's complaining. "Are you asking for special
treatment from me now?"
"Nope. Why would I want special treatment from a horny bastard like
you?"
"If I recall correctly, I wasn't the only one wanting more last night or
have you forgotten the way you were moaning last night. Oh Ezra! Harder!
Don't stop!"
"Shut up! Go make me breakfast already, asshole." With that Colby got
to his feet and stormed into the bathroom on pure will power alone. He
really shouldn't have done so many times last night, before training as well.
He was going to die!
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Chapter 9: Too good to be true

Colby and Ezra arrived just as the sun began to rise above the trees
surrounding the camp. Which basically meant it was too fucking early and
Colby didn't want to fucking be here. If Finley hadn't guilted him into
coming, he could've been asleep in his bed right now.
He'd managed to get another hour or so of sleep because Ezra had driven
them the entire way. It was very kind of him, uncharacteristically kind of
him. Colby was suspicious and his suspicions came true when Ezra pulled
into the side of the road, 10 minutes away from camp and slammed his lips
onto Colby's.
Colby's mind was still half asleep but his aching erection told him his
body was wide awake. Colby undid his seatbelt and swung his body over
the central parting so that he was sitting on Ezra's lap. It was heated and
rough compared to last night but Colby didn't really mind. He began to
grind his hips on Ezra's hard on, getting some lustful groans from him in the
process.
"Colby," he panted.
Not a second was wasted as Colby released both their dicks from their
pants and began to pump them together. The heat radiating off of Ezra's
member only exciting him more. It was pure carnal lust that swallowed
them both. They didn't even care if somebody they knew drove by and saw
them.
Colby could feel the pressure building in him. He tore away from the kiss
-which was hard to do since Ezra's mouth kept chasing after him- and
erupted into a panting, moaning mess. Ezra followed soon after. Resting his
head on Ezra's shoulder, he had to take a few minutes to catch his breath.
By the time they'd both finished, the windows of the car were fogged up.
Colby was tempted to run his hand down the window like that scene in
Titanic. Eventually, he moved back into his seat and they were arriving at
camp.
*
 Camp was as shit as Colby had expected it to be, maybe more so. He'd
never been big on camping of any sort, so being stuck in a tiny room with
two bunk beds and the only sort of privacy he could get was the thin curtain
he could pull around the bed was hellish to him. Not forgetting the strange
damp smell in the room and the way the mattresses looked like a bedbug's
wet dream. But it didn't end there. There was three communal bathrooms
that were freezing, coated in dust and spiderwebs and the water that came
out the taps was brown. Then came the fact that he had to play football all
fucking day.
He loved football, he really did. But he didn't love it this much.
As soon as they were spotted by Coach Clain, they were ordered to get
changed into their kit and get on the field for warm ups. Apparently they
were some of the first to arrive which meant Finley wasn't here yet
equalling Colby being even more miserable than before.
Finley showed up an hour later with a goofy grin on his face that Colby
was about to slap off.
"Where have you been!?" Colby screamed, getting the attention of the
rest of the team. They only gave him a quick glance being pretty used to
Colby's loud nature.
"Woah, sorry man." Finley raised his hands in defence. "I didn't expect
you to be here so early so I came late. How are you so early? Is your mom
feeling alright because this isn't like her at all?"
"She's fine. Ezra gave me a ride here." He mumbled quietly hoping
Finley didn't hear him.
"I'm sorry what? You? And Ezra? In the same car? Without killing each
other? Nah you're fucking with me, man."
Colby stayed quiet.
"Wait! Like for real? Wow, since when were you two best buds?"
"We're not buds! He just offered a ride so I took it. Is there something
wrong with that?"
"No I'm just... surprised. You two have been weird with each other lately
but I thought it was because of your whole Operation Revenge shit."
"Oh yeah that. Nah, I'm done with that. But we're still not friends!"
"Whatever you say, man." Finley teased him about it for the rest of the
day. Any opportunity to call Ezra Colby's BFF he would. He'd give Colby a
nudge or a wink whenever Ezra would just look over at him. Colby had
never truly considered murder till this day.
 Football dragged on for what felt like years to Colby. His ass was
beginning to really hurt so he just wanted the day to be over. They took a
brief break for Lunch but the food was terrible so there was nothing to
enjoy about it. Finally, practice came to an end for the day and Colby went
to their stupidly small room.
Every muscle in his body simultaneously gave up as he collapsed onto a
bottom bunk. He had no energy to try and claim a top one. He didn't even
have the energy to sort his bedding out, his face was just lying their on the
filthy mattress with strange yellow stains on it. Okay, maybe he should sort
out his bedding first then take a lie down.
He heard the door open when he'd finished setting up his bed.
"How are you feeling?"
"How am I feeling since football or how am I feeling since you rammed
your dick up my ass multiple times?" He couldn't be bothered to get up and
face Ezra so he stayed lying down on the bed.
"Both, I suppose."
"I'm alright. This place just fucking sucks."
He heard Ezra's feet shuffle across the carpet towards his bed. The
mattress sank near Colby's leg.
"I'm not really in the mood to do anything right now." It was true. Colby
was exhausted, he just couldn't cope with things like this, he liked a certain
level of luxury that this place certainly didn't have.
"That's good. Neither am I." And yet Ezra moved further onto the bed
until he was spooning Colby from behind. He pulled the curtain around the
bed to hide them away from the rest of the world. It was nice. The warmth
that came from Ezra's body made up for the severe lack of heating in the
room and the curtain made it feel like they were in their own little world.
"Do friends-with-benefits usually cuddle?" Asked Colby.
"Oh, are we finally friends now?" Replied Ezra. Who had begun to
absentmindedly run his hands through Colby's hair whilst pressing soft
kisses onto his neck.
"You know what I mean. I don't think they're supposed to be as gentle as
you are either." He whispered the last bit, a little embarrassed that he'd said
it at all.
"Do you not like it when I'm gentle?"
"No, I like it. It's just- not what I was expecting I guess. I was more
anticipating the rough quick fuck in the boy's bathroom or something. No
extra touching if it wasn't necessary. Down and dirty. Pretend you don't
know each other when you see each other in public. That's what happened
to my friend on the hockey team anyway."
Ezra laughed at Colby's wild ideas. "I'm not really the type to do that.
Well I'm not the type to really do friends-with-benefits either."
"What does that mean. I'm special so I get no strings attached?"
"Colby listen," Ezra sat up placing his hands on either side of Colby's
head, "about this whole arrangement we've got going. Well-"
Whatever Ezra was about to say was cut off by Finley and Brent barging
into the room, laughing with each other.
"Colby? You in here, man?" Finley asked.
"Yep!" Colby shouted back before Finley could pull the curtains back.
"I'm tired so I'm just gonna crash here for a bit."
"Don't push yourself if you're tired, man. You seen Ezra? Coach is
looking for him, says it's urgent."
"Um," Colby looked up at Ezra who stared straight back down at him
smiling. "Nope, haven't seen him anywhere. I'll tell you if I do though."
Ezra covered his mouth to hide his chuckling.
Maybe it was how tired Colby was or how Ezra looked kinda handsome
in the dim light but he leant up for a kiss. It seemed to catch Ezra by
surprise as his body stiffened due to Colby's touch but it didn't take him
long to kiss him back.
It was amazing until Finley interrupted the moment. "Colby why you got
a Thomas the Tank-engine bag?"
Colby had to break the kiss to answer. "My asshole of a cat pissed in my
normal bag so my mom had to go out and get me a new one and she chose
that. I told her it was for kids but then she said that I'm always going to be
her baby boy so it's fine." Just thinking of his mother's logic -or lack there
of- gave him a headache.
"Your mom sounds like quite the character," laughed Brent.
"That's one of her more normal moments." Colby replied.
"Alright we should probably keep looking for Ezra then," Brent said,
"give us a shout if you see him."
"Will do." The door slammed as they left the room. I bet Finley is
enjoying himself.
"I should probably go." Ezra whispered as if he was afraid to break the
peace he and Colby were under. Colby just nodded in response before
placing one last kiss on Ezra's lips. He was secretly beginning to enjoy
kissing Ezra, not that he'd ever tell him that.
Once Ezra had gone and the warmth his body had brought left with him,
Colby decided to sleep. The sooner this weekend was over the better.
*
The next day was roughly the same. They were all up too early playing
way too much football and getting really shit food during breaks. By lunch
Colby was starving but the unidentifiable food they were given quickly
suppressed his appetite. He wondered whether he could convince Ezra to
leave camp early with him. They could go hang out somewhere or catch a
movie, not in a date kind of way, definitely not. They would hang out in a
bro kind of way, definitely not a date. But if he wanted to go hang out in a
bro way, why wasn't he asking Finley to ditch with him instead? Finley was
way more likely to agree but he wanted to spend more time with Ezra. Why
Ezra? Maybe that was enough thinking for today.
Finley and Sophie came and sat with him. Finley was gushing to them
about Brent so at least one of them was enjoying this camp from hell.
Sophie looked quite cute in her little green cheerleading outfit and her hair
was tied up in the tightest ponytail Colby had ever seen. Her hair must've
been made of steel to withstand how hard it was pulled back, it wasn't just
Sophie though that's how all the cheerleaders had their hair tied up with a
big bow to top it off.
"I think I'm going to ask Ezra out," Sophie said, "if that's alright with
you, Colby."
She was going to what? Why was she going to ask out Ezra? Sure, she'd
mentioned something about liking him a couple days ago but now she was
going to ask him out?
"Don't you think it's a little soon, Soph? I mean do you guys even talk
that much?"
"I knew it would bother you."
What was that supposed to mean? Colby could feel himself getting angry.
"I'm not bothered by anything, especially anything to do with fucking Ezra.
You wanna ask him out, fine. Be my guest. But don't be surprised when he
says no 'cuz he's an asshole."
"Maybe to you, but everyone else thinks he's really sweet. We've been
talking more recently. He even offered to give me a lift to camp, but I had to
turn him down because I was already going with Jessica. She's the one
who's encouraging me to ask him out. She says we'd make the perfect
couple," That hurt more than Colby expected it to. Ezra had offered to drive
Sophie first? Was he planning on having sex with her as well? "Listen, I
don't want anything to ruin our friendship Colby, but I think I really like
him and some people have said, "she twirled her fingers through her
ponytail and cast her eyes to the floor, "that he likes me too."
"He doesn't!" Colby insisted a little too aggressively. "I mean, I don't
think he does. Come on, Soph. He'd shag anything with a heart beat. You
deserve better than that." She gave him a strange look, almost pitiful. "It
doesn't bother me. It doesn't! Why would this bother me? You and Ezra
could make a cute couple. Of course you could. But, just because you could
doesn't mean you should. Right?"
"I'm sorry, Colby." Said Sophie. "If it bothers you, just say the word and
I'll-"
"It doesn't. Why does everyone think he bothers me? I'm fine. You... you
should ask him out. You two would be great together."
"Really? You think so?"
"Yep, yep, yep. You should do it, but he'll break your heart. I'll tell you
that for free." He felt hot and dizzy all of a sudden. A sharp ache in his
stomach, a headache quickly coming upon him. When was this stupid
fucking camp over? He wanted to go home. "I'm going to go take a leak. Be
back soon."
His friends called out. He vaguely heard Sophie ask if he was alright and
Finley ask if he wanted Finley to come with. He waved them both off.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home.
Ezra could take him home. Ezra would take anyone home.
Why did this bother him so much? Colby couldn't comprehend why he
did feel so bothered by everything. Had he become a big sensitive baby
overnight?
They were just friends-with-benefits he shouldn't be so worked up about
what Ezra did... but he was. He cared whether he dated Sophie. He cared
whether Ezra had offered to drive other people to camp before him. He
cared whether Ezra slept with other people. It pissed him off. He felt
indirectly toyed with and it wasn't the first time he'd felt this way because of
Ezra.
He couldn't concentrate for the rest of the afternoon. More than one
thought was too much for Colby, as his dad always said. Every time Ezra
would even look at Colby he'd get pissed off and annoyed and sad, but
mostly pissed off. He managed to vent out some of his anger by tackling his
teammates harder than necessary.
By the day's end he still felt angry and then after practice was just the
cherry on the cake. He walked off the field to find Sophie pulling Ezra to
the side, a rosy blush painting her cheeks and Ezra just looking as
handsome as ever. They looked so perfect together. He wanted to throw up.
Instead he just went back to the room and tried to go to sleep. He could
go home tomorrow and that's all he wanted right now. However, a few
moments later the door slammed open and woke him up.
In the doorway was a furious looking Ezra before Colby could ask him
who had shat on his side of the bed, Ezra asked him a question.
"Is this entire thing that we have, you getting revenge?"
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"Is that all this was- some stupid revenge plot?" Colby had never seen Ezra
look upset before, he'd never really seen Ezra look dazed by anything. All
the taunting and teasing that Colby would throw at him, all the shit other
boys who were jealous of his perfection would talk about him, all the
rumours jealous ex's would spread about him, none of that got to him. But
this? This; Colby had broken Ezra.
How did he know? He would even tell him? Finley would never -he'd
even told Finley he was done with the stupid idea- which meant... Sophie.
Sophie wouldn't rat him out, would she? She'd always been the nice one of
their trio, the girl next door, the goody-two-shoes. Although, Colby had
seen her talking to Ezra earlier. It could only be Sophie.
"Well are you going to answer me! Or are you too thick as shit to do that
as well?" Ezra spat.
Colby couldn't stop himself when he threw himself out of his bed and
faced off against Ezra. He didn't consider the repercussions of what he was
going to say. It was instinct. All the resentment he'd bottled away unleashed
itself.
"Oh I'm thick as shit? I'm not the idiot who thought any of this was real.
What you think that sex would make us the best of friends all of a sudden?
How could I ever be friends with you? I haven't forgotten you sleeping with
my girlfriend. I looked up to you, I admired you. I thought we would be
great friends, I remember the first football practice you were in and thinking
'wow what a great guy'. But it was all bullshit. Do you know how it felt to
see you in bed with Joanna? When I came over to surprise her on her
birthday and I find you balls deep in her. Did you apologise for it? Did you
even try to fix anything between us? No. You just stared at me as if I had
done something wrong. Ignored me at school. You couldn't even look me in
the eye until a couple months ago. So what do you want me to say, Ezra?
That this was genuine. That I didn't do this to get back at you for Joanna.
That I really fucking like you. How could I ever after what you did."
 Colby was panting by the time he finished. He hadn't stopped for a breath
he just let it all out. He had been waiting for this moment for such a long
time, to see Ezra crumble in his hands.
Why wasn't it making him feel any better?
Ezra just stared at him. His mouth hanging open as tears formed in his
eyes.
"Is that how you feel about me?" Ezra's voice choked as he said that.
Then some sort of rage took over him as his sorrowful face twisted into a
scowl. "Joanna didn't love you. She never did."
"Take that back!" Colby screamed.
"No! If you are still hung up over that girl then I'm going to knock some
fucking sense into you right now. It wasn't just me she slept with. By the
time I joined the team, oh she was dating you alright, but she was sleeping
with the entire team. You remember Jordan Park? She fucked him in the
back seat of his car. Roland Marin? They fucked at a party that you were at.
Jerry Winship? Janitor's closet. Joanna had you twisted around her little
finger. I thought you were either stupid or blind not to see her infidelity but
it turns out you were in love. You were in love with her and I couldn't
understand it. She was the school slut and yet you always looked at her like
she was a treasure. I didn't understand it at the time but I couldn't stand the
fact that she was the one you looked at like that. So I slept with her because
I thought that's what my weird feelings were about... but they weren't.
When you caught us... and still looked at her like she'd done nothing wrong
and still loved her... I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted you to look at-"
Ezra's voice was choked back in his throat as he tried to keep his
composure.
"What do you mean? Joanna wouldn't... you. You're lying." Colby
whispered. Tears that he'd been holding back drenched his cheeks as it all
came together. He didn't admit it at the time and he didn't want to admit it
now but part of him knew what Joanna was up to. The signs were there. The
constant cancelling of plans. Calling Colby clingy if he asked where she'd
been. The way the other guys snickered at him when he'd come into the
changing room. But he had loved her. Genuinely, she was his first love. He
didn't realise it was unrequited.
At that moment Finley and Brent came into the room. Brent's lips were
swollen and his neck was spotted in hickeys. Finley's skin was too dark to
tell but he was probably sporting the same. They had obliviously came into
the room -all lustful winks and smiles- until they saw Colby crying and
Ezra trying not to.
"Tell him!" Ezra demanded, turning his attention to the pair.
"Tell him what. Colby you okay, man?" Finley rushed to Colby's side and
put a comforting arm around his shoulders. "What did you do?" Finley
scowled at Ezra.
"I was telling him the truth." Ezra's voice was void of any emotion now,
it was cold and Colby hated it.
"Ezra what's going on." Brent asked. Ezra kept his eyes trained on Colby.
"Brent nearly slept with Joanna too. He was just too much of a gentleman
to go through with it when he learned that she was dating you. Because she
didn't tell anyone that she was. They knew that she was but if she didn't
mention it and she made the first move, then that's just fair game."
"Fin, it's not true is it? He's lying." Colby asked Finley, his words laced
with desperation.
"He's not." Finley cast his gaze to the floor, unable to meet Colby's eyes.
"You knew?"
"I heard the guys talking about her but you two had broken up by then. I
didn't want to tell you because you just kept saying that she was innocent,
that she probably didn't mean to sleep with Ezra. I thought it would just hurt
your feeling even more if I told you. I'm sorry."
Finley, Brent, Ezra, every single fucking teammate. They all knew. They
had been making fun off him this entire time. He was such an idiot
With one last ounce of rage Colby locked his eyes with Ezra's and said:
"I fucking hate you."
Ezra turned and stormed out the room with Brent hot on his heels.
"Colby I really am sorry. I just-"
"Please go. I need to be alone for awhile. I'll talk to you on Monday."
Finley nodded silently and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Colby's entire body shook as cries racked his body. He covered his mouth to
soften the noise. He felt like such an idiot.
He picked up his phone and did what he always does when he doesn't
know how to handle a situation; he called his mom.
*
After a couple minutes of giving a vague explanation of what had
happened and after hearing Colby hold back a few tears, she agreed to come
pick him up.
 The drive home was silent until his mom decided it wouldn't be.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asked in the gentle tone
that only a mother could make.
"You remember Joanna?"
"Old girlfriend? Nice boobs but ginger?"
He chuckled at her description. "Yeah that's the one. She was sleeping
with the entire football team, probably others as well and everybody knew
but me."
"What, even Finley?"
"Yeah. He said he didn't tell me because he only found out after we'd
broken up and he knew it'd only upset me more."
"Well that's quite understandable, dear. You already learnt she was
cheating on you, no need to deepen the blow by saying how many. Oh my
baby boy. How'd you find out?"
"Ezra told me."
"Maybe he was trying to do the right thing by telling you. Your dad only
says good things about that boy so maybe he didn't mean it maliciously." He
didn't have the heart to tell her that the only reason he knew about Joanna
cheating was because he'd caught her with Ezra.
"Maybe." Was all he responded with.
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Colby had begged his mother to give him the day off school -just the
thought of having to deal with shit from Sunday made him feel physically
sick- but she insisted that he rip the bandage off and face it. So, there he
was awkwardly standing by his locker wondering who the hell he was
going to sit with at lunch and what he was going to do if he saw Ezra.
"Hey, man." Finley said. His fingers were playing with his bag strap as he
wore a timid smile on his face. "How are you feeling?"
Colby strained a smile. He hated it here, he didn't want to be here
anymore. He wanted to disappear to the opposite side of the world where
nobody knew him and no one had a reason to laugh at him. "Not great."
"Listen, man. I know I fucked up not telling you about all the other stuff
Joanna had done, I swear I didn't even know until I heard someone else
whisper about it and by then you two had already broken up. I know that's
not an excuse and I should've just told you, but... you hadn't come to school
in over a month. All you did when I came to your house was sit around in
different places. I missed you so much and I hated seeing you like that, I
just wanted you to come back to school. So, when I heard that Joanna had
always been a cheater, I didn't tell you because I didn't want her to hurt you
more than she already had. I thought it was for the best. I'm so sorry,
Colby." Finley sniffled as he finished his little speech and he dabbed his
eyes with his palms.
"Are you crying?" Colby asked, absolutely shocked,
"No." A tear ran down Finley's face. "Fuck off. I've just got hay fever.
Stop staring at me."
Aw, how could Colby stay mad at that? "Come on, bring it in."
"No, it's fine. I only wanted to apologise, not hug-" Colby squeezed the
living daylights out of Finley. He nearly suffocated the guy with all his love
and affection and really strong grip that Finley was not getting out of
anytime soon, so he should really stop struggling.
"See, this is nice." Hugging Finley reminded Colby that there was a
height gap between the two. Finley's chin barely reached Colby's shoulder.
 Finley slapped Colby's back. "Okay. That's enough. Our bromance is
mended, I get it."
"No, let's carry on for a little more."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"You afraid you'll like it?"
"Don't make this gay, man. You know I already disapprove of your
lifestyle."
"What if I gave you a little kiss on the ear." Colby followed through with
his threat.
"Never do that again. That's gay."
"You're gay."
"You have no evidence of that."
"If you're not gay, then tell me what you did with Brent at camp."
Finley cracked. A smile spread across his face from ear to ear. "Oh, you
know, guy stuff. Just two guys doing manly stuff."
"Promise to tell me at some point."
Finley nodded. "So we're good?"
"Yeah, we are." Colby finally released Finley from his iron grip. "Plus
what else was I going to do? Find someone else who puts up with my
bullshit like you do? Impossible."
Finley just laughed at that and gave Colby a solid pat on the shoulder.
"Now you don't have to answer this, completely your choice, but what
happened, man? You and Ezra were getting on great and then all of a
sudden BOOM! You're arguing worse than I've ever seen you argue before.
Like you were crying, I've seen Ezra piss you off, but I've never seen him
make you cry before."
"He found out about Operation Revenge and he confronted me about it. I
think Sophie told him, I saw them talking by the bleachers on Sunday. But
she wouldn't do that, would she?"
"I don't know, man. She's rocking some pretty major feels for Ezra, she'd
probably tell him anything if it got her a date with him. Not that she'd do it
in a mean way, it was probably just a slip of the tongue. I thought you'd
given up Operation Revenge anyway."
Colby leant his forehead against the cold locker, his brain was
overheating with the amount of times he'd gone over the argument. He
barely got any sleep last night because all he did was think about Ezra. "I
had but I didn't tell him that. I don't know, I just got so angry and ended up
saying a lot of stuff."
"Did you mean any of what you said?"
"I don't know... maybe. After the whole Joanna incident, I knew I was
mad at him but I didn't realise how much resentment I was still holding
onto. But then we became friends and did... other stuff together and I forgot
about getting revenge, but then he brought it up so I just exploded I guess."
Finley gently grabbed Colby's chin and turned him to face him. He stared
directly into Colby's eyes. "So now that you've calmed down, how do you
feel about him?"
"I- I don't know. We both said some pretty mean shit to each other so
should we really be friends? Or now that we've got it all of our chests, are
we okay to have a relationship with each other?"
"Alright. That's fine if you're still conflicted over stuff like that, man.
How do you feel about Joanna?"
"You know what," Colby took his weight off the locker and stood tall and
proud, "Fuck Joanna. I am done letting her play the victim. Colby Williams
is over it and moving on!"
"Yeah! About time. You were way too good for her anyway." The pair
high-fived.
The bell interrupted anymore of their deep talk time. Colby was glad that
he had a friend like Finley. The guy listened to his problems big and small
but never called him stupid for having them. They walked off to first period
together.
"So," Colby wiggled an eyebrow at Finley, "what were you and Brent up
to. Because I'm pretty sure I saw some hickeys on his neck."
"Oh my god, man. If I ever get him alone in a room, I'm going to pound
his ass so hard into the mattress. Let me set the scene: football practice is
over, everybody's hot and sweaty, Brent hears that there's a creek near by
that you can swim in. I say sure and Ezra dips so it's just me and him." They
had got to the door of their classroom. "Long story short, we skinny-dipped
and then he kissed me. I was going to take him back to the room to do a bit
more but you and Ezra were having a domestic and it kinda ruined the
mood. But HE kissed ME. I've always been the one to kiss first, it was
amazing having him make the first move."
"Yeah. Well, sorry for ruining the mood but I get what you mean, I
always kiss first too, like with Ezra-" Oh shit.
 "I'm sorry... what? Did you just say... you kissed Ezra?" Colby charged
into the classroom and took his seat.
A good way to ignore Finley and hope he forgets about Colby's slip up?
No. They sat right next to each and it was a triple lesson.
The entire triple lesson he had Finley whispering things to him. Like
"You're not gonna act like you didn't just say that" and "you have to tell me"
and "I knew there was something weird going on between you two." After
an hour of this, Colby agreed to tell him everything at some point. That
seemed to appease Finley and it gave Colby enough time to think of a way
to explain his complicated relationship to Finley.
Why did he get himself into these situations?
*
Lunch time rolled around and somehow Colby had managed to not see
Ezra the entire day. The problem now was asking Sophie whether she had
been the one to let Operation Revenge slip.
He really didn't want to bring it up though. Sophie sat on the opposite
end of the table to him and she looked ecstatic. She was wearing her
favourite pink dress that showed off her cleavage -Colby knew this from the
amount of times she'd mentioned how good it made her boobs look- and she
was humming a happy little tune to herself.
Just rip the bandage off, like Mom said. "Hey Soph. Can I ask you
something?"
Sophie's eyes finally tuned back in to the real world. "Sure, what's up?"
"I saw you talking to Ezra by the bleachers on Sunday and I-"
"Oh my goodness, are you angry? I didn't mean to upset you by talking to
him. All my friends keep saying that they think he likes me and my mom
was so happy when I told her about him, so I thought why not and tried to
shoot my shot. Please don't be mad. You say the word and I'll never speak
to him again." She rambled. Her hand reached forward and twisted into the
fabric of Colby's shirt.
That comment did irk him though. He wasn't mad that she was talking to
him in general, it was just that comment that she was trying to flirt with him
that annoyed him. He didn't really get why and he didn't want to dwell on it
either. "I'm not mad at you for talking with him, I was just wondering if you
talked about me with him."
"Huh? I mean, yeah I guess you came up. He asked what your favourite
food was, how close we were, how close you were to Finley, what you
thought of him. He got mad at that last one and walked off. I think he wants
to be your friend but that would never happen, would it." She let out a small
giggle.
"What exactly did you say I thought about him?"
"Well," she paused, trying to remember her exact words, "I think I just
said that you didn't like him very much after the whole Joanna thing... then
he asked how mad you were about that and then I said... I think I said that
you were still mad and had made up this whole Operation Revenge thing
but then I said that that probably just meant that you'd prank him or
something. Yeah I think that was it. Why?"
"Ezra had a go at Colby because of the things you said." Finley
deadpanned. Colby hadn't expected that from him, normally Finley was the
chill one, but now he looked kinda pissed. "Come on, Soph. What were you
thinking? You can't just go telling guys stuff because you like them. What
happens in the group, stays in the group. No exceptions even if you have
got a little crush on them."
Sophie looked equally surprised by Finley's bluntness before what he'd
said sunk in. "Oh my god, really?" She turned back to Colby. "I'm so sorry,
I wasn't thinking I just- I just wanted him to like me. And it sounded like he
wanted you to like him. I'm sorry, Colby. Do you want me to go say to him
that I misunderstood what Operation Revenge was or that I misheard you.
I'll tell him that I made the whole thing up." Sophie immediately stood up
and began to walk off in search of Ezra.
"Wait, Sophie!" Colby called. She turned back. "It's fine. What's done is
done now and there's not much going back." Was all Colby could reply
with. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He didn't want to constantly
be bombarded with the image of Ezra and Sophie dating each other or Ezra
hating him. He'd find a way to deal with it.
"Are you sure Ezra is into you, Soph?" Asked Finley, he turned his gaze
on Colby, "I hear he's already got someone he likes." Heat rushed to Colby's
face. He was going to kill Finley.
"Really? I haven't heard anything like that." Said Sophie.
Colby zoned out of their conversation, letting the two gossip and bicker.
He'd find a way to fix things with Ezra or he'd a find a way to deal with the
loss.
*
 Why did they have to have football on Mondays. They'd just had an
entire weekend dedicated to the sport. That and he wasn't ready to face
Ezra. He'd said some awful things but Colby had said awful stuff too. There
was only one question from Sunday that Ezra had asked him that Colby still
didn't have an answer for. "Is that how you feel about me?" Feelings were
not Colby's strong suit and his feelings for Ezra were messy to say the least.
The team was already warming up in the field by the time Finley and
Colby joined them. They all gathered around in a semi circle to listen to
Coach. Ezra wasn't there yet.
"Alright! Listen up you little inbreds! Your games on the weekend were
decent but your team work was atrocious. I don't care whether some of you
don't like it but you are a TEAM! So start acting like it! We're going to be
working on team building and trust today and- Dickinson you're late."
Everybody turned to watch Ezra stroll up to the group. He looked just as
perfect and stoic as usual, his golden hair glistening in the afternoon sun but
he was never late to practice. Ever. Coach Clain always used him as the
example of what the rest of the team should be like. This was very unusual
for the school's golden boy.
Ezra didn't even spare a glance at Colby as he apologised to Coach.
"Whatever, don't let it happen again. We'll be doing another game today,
same teams as Sunday."
'Great, so Ezra and I are still on the same team.' Ezra was the
quarterback and Colby was a wide receiver.
To say Colby wasn't on the ball today was an understatement. He couldn't
focus so a couple times the ball got passed him. What made it worse? Ezra
wasn't focusing either. Their team was losing bad and it was even beginning
to throw off the other players so now they weren't performing well either. It
was a mess.
Colby wasn't exactly sure what happened. He wasn't sure whether he had
collided with Ezra or whether it was the other way round or even if they
hadn't bumped into each other at all and it was somebody else entirely.
Either way, Colby was face up on the floor with a banging headache and
was staring up at a fuming Ezra with a bloody nose.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ezra yelled.
No way was Colby putting up with this shit right now. He pulled himself
up to his feet. "Me? What's your damage, huh? You're the quarterback, start
doing your fucking job right."
 Ezra stormed up to Colby and held him up by the collar of his shirt. "Or
what? This game doesn't matter to you," he seethed but then he lowered his
voice to a harsh whisper, "nothing matters to you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" But Colby never got an answer as a
very short angry Coach came onto the field and began to whack them with
her clipboard.
"Cut this shit out right now!" Coach screamed. For a tiny lady, she was
filled to the brim the anger and aggression. "Practice is over. You two, my
office, NOW!"
Ezra threw Colby back down to the ground and followed Coach off the
field. Colby was so confused. What had happened? Ezra never treated him
like this. Sure they fought yesterday but he wasn't expecting this kind of
treatment, it hurt.
Finley helped him back up. "Do you want me to wait for you, man?" He
asked.
"Nah, don't worry about me. You go home, I don't know how long this I'll
take."
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The atmosphere was stiff as Colby and Ezra waited outside of Coach
Clain's office.
Ezra still wouldn't even look at Colby. His eyes never leaving the office
door, as if he was trying to will Coach to hurry up so he could leave. His
entire body was taut. A small muscle in his jaw kept twitching every time
he tensed up and his back was as straight as a pole.
Colby felt like he should say something -break the tension- but Ezra
wasn't saying anything either. Hell, Ezra looked like he'd rather be
anywhere else in the world right now.
Colby just needed to bite the bullet and say something but he was pretty
pissed off with Ezra's behaviour. What did he mean "nothing matters" to
Colby? That made him sound like some emotionless asshole. Which he was
not! Ezra was the one being an asshole right now with his unwarranted
aggression towards Colby. Colby should still be mad at him for sleeping
with Joanna, just because he told Colby about all those other guys that did
the same thing, didn't mean Ezra didn't do it.
He wanted to talk to Ezra though. He just didn't know what to say. He
was torn between 'I'm sorry about Sunday' and 'why haven't you apologised
to me about Sunday.'
Eventually he decided a simple 'About Sunday' might be the best way to
start, to gage Ezra's reaction to it. Maybe that'll prompt him to apologise to
Colby.
Colby sat there for a couple of minutes trying to will the words out of his
throat. The tension in the room kept forcing them back down. His heart was
racing, it was two words that he needed to say but he just couldn't do it.
Okay, 3... 2... 1... "About Sunday." Colby's voice cracked as he said it.
Ezra didn't move a muscle. He didn't even acknowledge that he'd heard
Colby. "I don't want to fucking talk about it." He snarled.
This asshole, Colby thought, grinding his teeth together. "You know
what? I don't get why you're acting so pissy with me. You should be
begging for my forgiveness after the horrible shit you said or would that be
too much for your pride to handle."
That got Ezra's attention. He snapped his head towards Colby and glared
at him with such a fury that Colby had never seen on him. "I said some
horrible shit? How dare you say that to me after what you did." Just as tears
began to form in Ezra's eyes he turned away from Colby. "You know...
when you first kissed me in the shower I... I thought you realised-"
"Realised what?" Colby tried to coerce him to continue but to no avail,
the silence from before once again filled the room.
Coach Clain came out her office a few minutes later.
"What happened on the field today was unacceptable. I do not tolerate
that kind of behaviour, you have embarrassed yourselves and disappointed
me. As punishment, you both have detention after school every day this
week. Now fuck off." She waved her hand dismissively and went back into
her office.
Colby glared at the door in disbelief. "She made us stay here for an
hour... to tell us that?"
Ezra made no effort to reply as he picked up his bag and silently left the
room. His walk was more sluggish than usual, his feet dragging across the
floor with every tired step.
"Hey! I'm not done talking to you yet." Colby called after him. He
whipped his bag onto his back and made haste after Ezra. Why? He wasn't
quite sure, but he felt like he needed to.
"What more is there left to say, Colby?" Ezra snapped. "Pretty sure you
made your feelings about me crystal clear."
How was he supposed to respond to that? Oh sorry Ezra, I did mean to
get revenge on you for the Joanna incident but the sex was so good, I
completely forgot about it. Colby was dumb but he wasn't stupid, at least
not stupid enough to say something like that. But sex- sex could work.
"So what," Colby began, "you're just pussying out of our friends-with-
benefits agreement. I wouldn't expect that from you." A taunting tone
overtook his voice before he really processed whether it was a good idea to
bring their agreement up like this.
Ezra stopped in the middle of the hallway they were walking down and
turned to him. All the other students had cleared out an hour ago and had
gone home, so it was just the two of them. The way Ezra stared at Colby
like he was the most confusing thing he'd ever seen. Which was fair
enough, Colby was pretty confused now too but he stood confident with
what he'd just said.
"We are not friends, Colby. I thought you knew that." Ezra stared at
Colby for a few moments longer. "Alright. Let's do it now."
"Now? Where? What if we get locked in the school?" Now Colby was
really confused. Firstly he hadn't expected his half-baked plan to work, and
secondly he didn't expect for his plan to work so quickly.
"Yes, now. Boy's bathroom. We are not going to get locked in the school
because the swim team and tennis team are here till seven so they can't lock
the school until then. Are you pussying out, Colby?" Ezra smirked though
his eyes still seemed clouded with something else, something painful.
Colby wasn't sure how Ezra had managed to get the upper hand there but
he promised himself he wouldn't let it last. "I'm not a pussy."
He walked into the boy's bathroom and realised what a shit hole it was.
The stall doors were covered in graffiti and dick drawings, the tiles on the
wall were cracking and the overall smell of the place was... unpleasant.
Why was he doing this for Ezra? He tried to imagine that he was back in
Ezra's lovely bedroom with the big warm bed, his naked body wrapped in
the soft sheets, Ezra sweetly smiling at him and his gentle touches covering
Colby's body.
But he wasn't. The smell made sure to bring him back to reality. Instead
of a big soft bed, his body was pressed against a cold metal stall door and
his trousers were around his ankles. The worst thing was that instead of
Ezra being gentle and careful with his body, -worshipping him like some
precious jewel- the few touches Ezra did give were rough and uncaring.
Ezra didn't smile at him, he wasn't sure what Ezra's facial expressions were
as Ezra had decided to take Colby from behind. There was no affectionate
caresses or unnecessary touches, not even a single kiss; just sex.
He moaned when Ezra inserted himself into him but it didn't have the
same feeling as before. It still felt good but something was missing and
Colby's heart ached as he longed for whatever had been lost between them
to come back. Ezra didn't ask Colby if he was alright, like last time. He just
grabbed Colby's hips in a harsh grip and slammed into him.
They both tried to keep down any noises they were making. Occasionally
one of them would let a moan slip but with the atmosphere between them
and their current relationship (or lack there of) it felt like their expressions
of pleasure for each other were no longer welcome.
 Despite all that, Colby still came all over the stall door. He bit his lip to
suppress any noises. He wished he was facing Ezra. He wished he could
embrace him as he came, bury his head in Ezra's neck and be held by Ezra.
He wished to kiss Ezra . Even a small peck on the lips, anything would do.
Ezra came soon after without a sound. He removed himself from Colby
and zipped himself back up. Colby did the same, pulling up his trousers, he
didn't need to humiliate himself more than he already had by staying where
he was with his ass hanging out. Colby turned to Ezra and stared at him
expectantly. Just give me a kiss. Was all Colby could think about.
Ezra opened his mouth and lifted his hand. He looked like he was about
to say something but he stalled. Eventually he closed his mouth. He leant
closer to Colby, so close that his hot breath fanned across Colby's lips.
Colby tried to close the gap between them but that's when Ezra's hand held
him back by the shoulder before Colby could come any closer.
"See you tomorrow." Was all Ezra said before leaving the stall, before
leaving Colby.
"I hate this..." Colby whispered to no one but himself.
*
That night he called Finley and told him everything. He needed to tell
somebody, it was eating him alive the way he was feeling. He couldn't keep
it to himself anymore.
"Wow." Finley said once Colby had finished describing all of his
encounters with Ezra over the past week. "Just wow. You and Ezra, man.
Did not see that coming. So let me get this straight real quick... you make
out with Ezra and jack off with him in the communal shower; gross by the
way, man, other people have to use those things but whatever. Anyway, you
do this to prove you're not a bottom but plot twist, on Friday, you proved
you are a bottom just like I said you were. Then during the weekend you
were all sweet and nice to each other but then he found out about Operation
Revenge, got mad and stopped talking to you. Until today when you
insisted you two keep fucking but now he isn't sweet and nice to you
anymore and now you're upset. Not forgetting you still haven't figured out
who sent you the picture of you and Ezra making out that started all this in
the first place. Have I got all that?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it. It's been a pretty busy week." Colby said. An
invisible weight lifted off his shoulders but it quickly returned when he
admitted: "I don't know what to do, Fin. He's being a dick to me and I kinda
deserve but isn't he being too much of a dick? Like I'm not going to break
things off with him because I like fucking him-"
"-You mean being fucked by him. Classic teenage boy." If Finley was
here in person right now, he would've received a solid punch in the nose for
his valid correction.
"Whatever. What do I do?" Colby pleaded.
"I'm not sure, man. You're relationship with him is... complicated and I
don't mean to add more worry to it, but what's Sophie going to think when
she finds out you've been sleeping with her crush."
Colby had completely forgotten about Sophie's crush on Ezra. He
remembered it when he was away from Ezra but as soon as Colby sees Ezra
again, it's like all thought of anything else flies out his head. He felt like
such a terrible friend. The weight on his shoulders increasing as guilt was
added to the load.
"I didn't even think about that." Colby said. "She's going to hate me if she
finds out."
"I don't think she will. She's only spoken to Ezra a couple of times, if you
ask me, her crush is pretty one sided at the moment." At the moment? What
did Finley mean by that, the suggestion felt so sinister to Colby. "But
ignoring her for the time being, why not just apologise or try and talk it out
with him. Get back to the way you were before. Or, tell him you didn't
mean anything you said when you yelled at him."
"I can't because I did mean what I said. Well not the part where I said that
all the sex was based off revenge, but me hating him for the longest time
and wanting to get back at him is true. I can't take it back because then I'd
be taking back all those angry feelings again and I don't want that. Plus he
seemed like he's been pissed at me for a while too, something about the way
I looked at Joanna annoyed him apparently."
"I suppose you're right, but at least now the feelings are out there. Now
you gotta deal with them." Finley's voice was suddenly cut off by a loud
yell. "I gotta go, man. Dinner's ready but call me anytime if you still want to
talk. See you later."
"Thanks, Fin. Bye."
The feelings were out there and now he just had to deal with them, Finley
could sound pretty wise when he wanted to. The thought exhausted him
though. He'd never been good with feelings, especially not his own.
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Chapter 13: Mystery solved

And then I accidentally dropped one of my textbooks, so Ezra picked it up

for me, and then we were talking about the English exam coming up. He
looked super cute whilst he was doing it too. Anyway, he said that we
should study together! Netra thinks we could make one of the cutest
couples she's ever seen. Megan thinks so too. My mom is speaking to me
more than ever. She keeps giving me boy advice." Sophie gushed.
All she seemed to talk about recently was Ezra this and Ezra that. Sophie
made every small interaction she had with Ezra sound like the most
romantic thing that's ever happened to her; and it was really beginning to
get on Colby's nerves.
Why did she have to talk about him all the time? And in such a lovey
dovey way. Barf.
"That's a great idea!" Finley gasped. Before he had been slouched in his
chair with a bored expression on his face, but for some reason he had
sprung back to life. "We should all study with Ezra!"
"What?" Colby and Sophie gasped at the same time. The blush that had
rested on Sophie's cheeks had drained away, she was as pale as a ghost.
"We all need to study, right? So let's do it together." Finley said. He
looked very pleased with himself.
Sophie opened her mouth a few times to speak but she just ended up
looking like a fish out of water. "Wait... wait... wait..." she finally said, "I'm
not sure that he meant everyone. I think he meant... just the two of us."
Finley sat up in his seat and stared Sophie directly in the eyes. "Nah, I
doubt it."
"What do you mean 'you doubt it'? That's what happened. He asked me
specifically." Spluttered Sophie.
"Oh yeah, he definitely asked you. But in a sense, didn't he ask all of us?
What do you say, man, up for some revision?" Colby was about to reply to
Finley's response when Sophie answered first.
"Why are you asking Colby? There is no way he'd want to do that. Would
you Colby?" He didn't get a chance to respond. "See, he doesn't want to. He
hates Ezra and he's already perfect at English, he doesn't need to study."
"Woah, hold up!" Colby finally said. "I- I don't hate Ezra." It was weird
to say out loud after so long of telling anyone who would listen how much
he despised they guy. Yesterday's events and especially his conversation
with Finley had opened him up to the fact that he really didn't hate Ezra, at
least not as much as he used to.
Sophie looked surprised at the revelation as well. "Since when?" She
asked.
"I don't know," Colby started, "since the party, not last Sunday but the
one before, we've just been hanging out more and you were right, he's- he's
a pretty cool guy." It was a small thing to say but it felt huge to Colby.
"Nothing happened between you two at that party though, did it? And, if
anything did, you were probably just drunk and didn't mean it." Sophie
exploded. The trio sat in silence for a moment.
Colby was the first to interrupt the silence. "I didn't say anything did
happen between us at the party. I just said we'd been hanging out since."
What was up with Sophie? Colby wondered.
Sophie didn't have a response, she looked pretty embarrassed about her
outburst and continued to sit quietly.
"Okay..." Finley drawled, "so it's decided then. We're all going to the
study session with Ezra. Brent will probably be there, so I might not be
putting all my thinking power into the right kind of head, if you get what I
mean." Finley winked at Sophie who blushed profusely at the insinuation.
The funniest thing was Finley's laugh. He laughed like a dirty old man who
sits on the bus and makes fart noises to entertain himself and inconvenience
others, that was the only way to describe it.
"Gross, bro." Colby punched him in the shoulder but laughed at the joke
too. Even Sophie snickered but she looked disappointed that her study date
had been interrupted.
Date? What was Colby thinking? It definitely wasn't a date because he
and Ezra were... were... were what? He didn't have any say on what Ezra
did romantically or anything he did with other people. That's what their
benefit agreement was. Some dark and twisted part of him wanted to tell
Sophie just how close he and Ezra really were -especially behind closed
doors- but that was plain wrong.
"So when is the study session?" Finley asked.
"I was going to join him in the library after school." Sophie replied
 "Perfect. Colby's got detention too so he would've been there anyway."
Finley said.
"What? Why? Did you take a nap in the teachers lounge again? Just
because your dad is a teacher here and can use it, doesn't mean you can."
"No, I did not. And, yes it does!"
"He got in a fight with Ezra during football practice." Finley mentioned
casually.
"Really?" Asked Sophie. "He didn't mention to me that he'd got a
detention, he just said to meet in the library. Did he hurt you, Colby?"
He shook his head. "No damage done." None physically anyway. "It's
okay. We were both being assholes to each other then took it too far. Water
under the bridge now, no biggie." Technically, his relationship with Ezra
could be classified as a biggie, it was a big pain in the ass for sure. Maybe
having some quality time together in detention was going to be a good
thing. Yeah, he could make this work.
They all agreed to be there after school.
*
Detention at their school was a bit of a lawless land. A student with
detention had to sign into the library and stay their until their time was up.
No one actually came to check if they were there. Sometimes a very pissed
off teacher would pop in to make sure that the student they had sent there
hadn't left but that was about it. Students were advised to do homework
during this time but with no supervision, technically they could do whatever
they want.
Colby had never been so nervous before. His palms were sweaty and his
heart was going a million miles an hour, all because of stupid Ezra.
Finley and Sophie were already in the library but Colby needed a minute
to gather himself. What did you say to a guy you had great sex with, then
had a serious argument with, then had emotionless sex with in a bathroom
stall?
He was torn between so many things. He wanted to get Ezra alone so
they could talk but Colby wasn't much good at talking so it probably
wouldn't go well. He wanted to tell Ezra not to flirt with Sophie but he had
no right to do that. He also wanted to fuck Ezra again but if it was going to
be as cold as last time then he'd rather not.
A big warm hand slapped him on the back. Colby looked to find Brent
giving him a warm smile.
 "Hey Colby! You coming to the revision session too?" Brent always
seemed so cheerful, Colby envied him for that. All of Brent's problems, he
just seemed to get rid of with a can-do-attitude and a smile. That's why he
was so popular with people, his positivity was infectious. He was a big
friendly giant.
Colby smiled back at him. "Yep! Although I didn't get much choice in the
matter, got chucked in here with Ezra for the fight we had on the field."
Colby's smile dropped a little at the memory.
Brent's smile dropped as well, to Colby's surprise. "Yeah. Listen I've been
meaning to talk with you about what happened at football camp." Brent's
hand fell from Colby's back and awkwardly stroked the back of Brent's
neck. "I just want to apologise, because of the Joanna thing. When you and
Joanna were still dating, she started texting me. It was small things at first,
you know, basic conversation asking about how my day was and all that.
Then it went a bit farther. She, um, she started flirting with me and... I'm
just going to be honest here, I flirted back. I did shut it down after a week
when she started sending nudes and kept asking me to send some back, but
it shouldn't have taken me so long to stop, I shouldn't have texted her at all.
I can't even tell you how sorry I am. I can't even give a reason why I did it,
other than, I was so surprised that anyone was flirting with me that I
struggled to let the attention go. I'm really sorry, I should've told you this
ages ago."
"Wait," That was a lot unpack, but the thing that bothered him most: "you
were surprised that someone was flirting with you? But, you're so hot."
Brent shook his head and he fanned his face with his hands. "Oh gosh, is
it hot in here?"
"You're super hot. Mega hot. When Fin, Soph and I play kiss, marry, kill
with you as one of the options, you always get kissed, if not married. Never
killed. Never."
Brent couldn't meet Colby's eyes. Colby started to purposely make eye
contact with Brent so that he could watch as he became flustered and would
pretend to be interested in anything else in the room. He had never pegged
Brent as the insecure type, he always seemed so confidant around people.
There wasn't a single person in the school that didn't consider Brent their
friend. How had nobody flirted with him before? Colby would if Finley
wasn't already on that.
 "That's pretty cool." Brent shyly smiled. He was so cute, like a tiny
puppy trapped in the body of a huge dog. Colby could top Brent, one
hundred percent. "I'm having a party round mine this Saturday, you should
come. I'll... I'll ask Finley as well." And with that Brent practically skipped
into the library, dragging Colby in behind him.
Ezra, Sophie and Finley were sitting at a table near the back of the
library. Sophie had moved her chair to be right beside Ezra's, but she
couldn't seem to get much flirting done with Finley constantly challenging
Ezra to thumb wrestles across the table. Colby wasn't sure why, but he was
glad that Finley was preventing any sparks from flying between Ezra and
Sophie. Sophie was way too good for him and Ezra was okay too, he
guessed. The thumb wrestle ended when Finley's face lit up at the sight of
Brent coming in.

Brent sat in the chair next to Finley leaving Colby either the seat next to
Ezra or the one next to Brent. Sophie tried to subtly hint that Colby should
sit next to Brent but Colby pretended the hint was too subtle and ignored
her.
"Hey." Colby greeted Ezra with a small smile as he sat down next to him.
The corners of Ezra's lips tugged. "Hey."
*
They actually did end up doing revision in the end. Colby taught them
the tricks to writing the perfect English essay that his dad had taught him.
They went over the texts they needed to know for the exam and even
managed to get a practice paper done. All in all, it was a job well done. Best
of all, Sophie couldn't flirt with Ezra at all as Colby got to interrupt her with
English talk whenever she tried. Was it underhanded? Yes. Did he regret
doing it? No. Did he feel bad about it? A little.
"We should do this again sometime." Brent said. "Let's make a group
chat, I don't think I've got all of your numbers." Brent gave a cheeky glance
at Finley who was grinning like an idiot.
"I've got a majority of people's numbers so I'll make it," Colby said, "all I
need is yours."
"And mine." Sophie said. "I got a new phone the other week but I haven't
given out my number yet."
Colby plugged Brent's number into his phone first but something strange
happened when he tried to do Sophie's. His phone seemed to think that he
already had her number. Colby didn't remember Sophie giving it to him but
according to his phone, there was already a text conversation with Sophie's
new number.
He found the number in his contacts, doubled checked it was hers and
changed the name to 'Sophie <3'. He scrolled through his text messages and
found the conversation with that name on it. Sure enough, Sophie's new
number had sent Colby one picture.
He opened the chat and froze. The picture of Ezra and Colby kissing at
the party -the picture that had started all of this- was sent by Sophie <3.
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What. The. Fuck.

It was Sophie? Colby's Sophie? Sweet, little Sophie that used to help
Colby with his maths homework when they were younger because he was
too stupid to do it by himself? The Sophie that let Colby cry on her shoulder
after he found out Joanna was cheating on him? That Sophie?
No way. She would never send that picture to Colby, it just wasn't in her
nature. She was an innocent and nice person. Sending the photo of Colby
and Ezra making out at the party was beneath her, she wouldn't do it. There
had to be a mistake.
"Colby, you alright, man?" Finley asked.
Colby didn't respond, he couldn't find the words. He passed his phone
over to Finley so that he could see who sent the message. Everyone else at
the table stared at the two curiously as Finley's jaw dropped. Finley kept
glancing between the phone and Colby, obviously going through the same
thoughts Colby had had.
"It must be a mistake." Colby said but even he wasn't convinced by his
words.
Finley shook his head.
"Are either of you two gonna tell us what you're looking at or is it a
secret?" Asked Sophie with a giggle.
Colby stared at her in disbelief. His Sophie wouldn't do that. She would
never try and blackmail Colby with that photo. But maybe it wasn't
blackmail? Maybe she was trying to warn Colby of what he had done at the
party? Yeah. That made more sense. Sophie was just trying to give him a
heads up in case other people had found out. Right?
"It's a secret between bros." Finley said. "Some things aren't meant for
the delicate eyes of a lady." Sophie looked disgusted by Finley's answer,
god knows what she thought he meant.
Colby didn't know what to do now. Why would Sophie -his oldest friend-
send him that photo anonymously? It made no sense.
 "Are you okay?" Colby awoke from his internal conflict at the sound of
Ezra's genuine concern. There was nothing special about the way Ezra was
looking at Colby. However, the simple gesture of Ezra being concerned
about him after the fight they had, made Colby's heart swell. Colby wanted
to kiss him, he was kiss deprived since Ezra refused to give them out
anymore.
Colby smiled and replied a bit more cheery than he really felt: "Yeah, I'm
good." Ezra nodded and turned away but Colby continued to watch him
happily as Ezra resumed writing his notes. It was then that he had the
smallest revelation of what he wanted to have with Ezra.
"What are you staring at, Colbs?" He was taken aback by the anger in
Sophie's tone, she was grinning at him but it looked forced. She acted so
strange when Ezra was involved. Colby looked to Finley who was glaring at
Sophie who was glaring at Colby, it was a silent Mexican stand off.
"Shoot!" Brent exclaimed, looking at his wrist watch. "I need to get
home." He was about to get up when he nervously glanced at Finley. "Do
you... want to come round for dinner?"
Finley stopped his glaring and his face exploded into a wide smile. "I'd
love to! Oh wait, but-" he looked at Colby apologetically. Colby grinned
and mouthed 'go' to him. "I'll call you later." The two left the library
together. Colby laughed to himself at seeing the height difference between
them. Brent was super tall and Finley looked like a little gnome next to him.
The remaining three: Ezra, Sophie and Colby sat around the table in an
unbearable silence. He wanted to go home, he felt like an idiot sitting there
as Sophie tried to flirt with Ezra but that was the exact reason why he
couldn't leave.
Sophie would "accidentally" nudge Ezra's side or scoot closer to him to
get his attention. Ezra, in turn, would smile at her and chuckle at the things
she whispered to him. They would make a cute couple. It was all Colby
could think about. He really should go home and leave them to it but he
couldn't, because for every smile and chuckle Ezra gave to Sophie, he gave
Colby a quick look from the corner of his eye and that was all Colby needed
to stay.
It was an agonisingly long half an hour until Sophie was finally forced to
concede defeat and go home. Her mom called her so she had to leave. She
gave both the boys a hug before she left but Ezra's was slightly longer. Then
there were two. They only had twenty minutes left of detention together so
Colby had to work quickly.
"Do you like her?" Colby surprised himself by asking that first but it was
the question that weighed on him the most.
Ezra looked quizzically at Colby before answering. "She's a nice girl,
pretty too." Colby huffed at that. Sophie was pretty but Ezra didn't have to
say it. Plus, she may not be as pretty on the inside if the photo revelation
was anything to go by.... was he becoming a mean person?
He shook the thoughts from his head, he had a goal to achieve. With a
deep breath, he tried to do something he really struggled with, expressing
his emotions.
"I- I don't like the way things are between us right now." Colby said, Ezra
turned towards him and gave Colby his full attention. "Like, before we had
our fight, I thought we were getting really close. I mean physically we got
really close but emotionally as well- I guess." He really did hate having to
totally open up like this, he was hoping that Ezra would jump in and take
over but he was just intently listening to Colby's every word. "I miss that
and I'm sorry about what I said."
"Did you mean the things you said during the fight?" Ezra asked. His
poker face was impenetrable, Colby had no idea what was bubbling beneath
his calm demeanour.
"Some things. Everything did kind of start because I wanted to get back
at you but after a while I completely forgot about that and just ended up
enjoying the time I spent with you." Embarrassment was the only thing
Colby felt at that moment but he pushed through. "What we had- it did
mean a lot to me and I liked it... which is why I really hate the way we are
now."
Ezra didn't respond immediately. "Are you still angry that I slept with
Joanna?"
"I was. I was for a long time- but not anymore. You kind of forced my
eyes open on the fact that she was a terrible girlfriend and I was putting up
with it." Colby tried to laugh to lighten the mood but it didn't work.
"You could do better." Ezra whispered. Colby wasn't sure if he had meant
to say it out loud.
"So could you." Colby replied. Ezra looked shocked at that answer, he
then swiftly regained his neutral composure.
 "With Joanna." Ezra began. "I am sorry about what I did. It's not much of
an excuse but I had a lot of... stuff going on back then that I was struggling
to deal with and-," he paused and looked Colby dead in the eyes, "-and
some really difficult feelings that, at the time, I didn't know what to do with.
I thought that I was confused and wanted to sleep with Joanna so then I
did... and in a way that did make me understand my feelings better but not
in the way I had hoped."
Colby wanted Ezra to go on but he stopped, clearly not wanting to talk
about it anymore.
"So, are we good now?" Colby asked. Ezra nodded.
Fantastic! This had worked way better than Colby had expected. It didn't
take long for Colby to quickly get wrapped up in his joy and forget to
establish with Ezra what kind of relationship the two were going to have
from that point forward. He didn't even think to ask, which was why he was
so shocked that when he finally kissed Ezra; he was pushed away.
Well he didn't push Colby away at first. Colby had moved in for the kiss
quickly and without warning, as soon as their lips connected, Ezra kissed
him back. There was no silly fight for dominance or competition between
them, it was just a great kiss. Until Ezra's body began to stiffen under
Colby's touch and he shoved the horny boy away.
What? Colby was so confused. Why did they stop? They both agreed that
the fight was bad but they were good now, so what was the hold up? The
saying went: 'kiss and make up', Colby wanted his kiss!
"I can't." Ezra said. "I can't keep doing this." Colby reached forward and
took Ezra's hand into his own. Ezra's poker face had completely crumbled
at that point, his eyes were brimming with tears and he was blinking
quickly to try and get rid of them. It was breaking Colby's heart to see him
like this.
"That's okay." Colby said reassuringly. "We don't have to do anything
right now."
"No. You don't get it, I'm not supposed to do things like that ever." Ezra's
voice cracked as he tried to get through his sentences.
"What do you mean? We did things much worse than a kiss last week."
Colby said. Last week they were getting each other off, having sex in Ezra's
bedroom. Hell, just yesterday they fucked in a bathroom stall. So what was
the problem now?
 "I know. I know." Ezra paused. "My dad found out you came round on
Friday... and I stupidly left the condoms in my bedside draw... this has to
stop, Colby." Ezra hardened his face again, forcing away the tears. "Let's be
friends. Just friends."
Colby was pretty sure his heart stopped when he said that. It both was
and wasn't the outcome he was hoping for. He wanted to press the matter
more, try and convince Ezra to give it a second chance, but Ezra had looked
so upset. Colby forced himself to put Ezra's needs before his own, even
though he really didn't want to. "Okay, just friends."
*
Colby decided to walk home from detention. His dad was a teacher at the
school and could've driven him home but the man refused to stay after
school longer than he had to. He said that it was Colby's punishment to
bear, not his.
During the walk back he got a call from Finley.
"Hey, how's the dinner at Brent's going?" Colby asked.
"Really good. His family are super nice but they are all so tall, man. His
parents are both well over 6 foot, pretty sure his dad is near 7 foot actually.
You can totally see where he gets his height from. Even his sister is over 6
foot and she's 15! Bro, I feel tiny in this household and I can't even be mad
about it because they're all so nice. I'm hiding from the giants in their
bathroom right now." Finley laughed at the other end of the phone, then he
became Serious Finley. "Did you talk to Sophie?"
"No, I didn't get the chance. She has been acting weird lately, right? Like
it isn't just me?"
"Nah, it's not just you. I think it's all because of her new Ezra obsession.
She really likes him but sending that picture. I never would've guessed that
was her but love does funny things to people."
"For fucks sake, Fin. You have one successful crush and now you think
you're a love guru." Colby laughed. "I talked to Ezra, we decided to be
friends."
"Friends-with-benefits or just friends?"
"Just friends. He said something about his dad finding out I was at his on
Friday. Maybe it's for the best, I'm not even gay."
Finley let out a huge sigh. "Man, you've had sex with a guy, that's pretty
gay."
 "But I'm still attracted to girls." Which was true. Colby had considered
being gay but he still liked women and he'd considered being straight but he
liked men, it was too confusing.
"This is going to blow your mind, man. There's this thing called
bisexuality. It means you like girls and boys. Does that solve your
problem?" Finley might not be a love guru but he could be a sexuality one
instead.
"Yeah it does. Cool." He felt a bit better for having a word that explained
his attraction, it seemed to fit quite well too.
"I gotta go now, Brent's mom has made lasagne. I already love her. We'll
figure out a Sophie confrontation plan tomorrow. See ya."
"Bye."
The remainder of his walk home was filled with the single thought that
he'd probably kissed Ezra for the last time today.
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Chapter 15: To be normal

Ezra's life could never really be described as easy.

For as long as he could remember, his parents were either arguing or
threatening divorce. After 17 years of a nonfunctional relationship, it was
only last month that his parents finally got divorced. It was a suffocating
mix of uncomfortable custody battles, manipulation from both his parents to
lie about which one of them was the better caregiver to the judge, lonely
nights as his parents ran away to their lovers leaving Ezra by himself. In
conclusion, it was awful.
Years upon years of this had made him silently hope for them just to get a
divorce already; he was foolish enough to believe that the divorce would
settle everything. He had hoped that it would end the arguments, the
screaming, the yelling if they ended their marriage and lived apart. Of
course, that wasn't the case.
Even now his parents would scream at each other the moment they came
into contact. Ezra had been forced to live with his dad after his mother -the
one he believed to be the better out of the two- threw her phone at Ezra and
demanded he call his father like he was plotting to do anyway. But he
wasn't. He didn't have favouritism, he simply tried his best to be a good kid
but he always seemed to get screamed at anyway.
His life didn't get any easier when puberty hit and he slowly came to the
sickening realisation that he was attracted to boys and one boy at his school
in particular. He'd done so many 'am I gay quizzes' each time he tried to get
the straight/heterosexual answers, but one day it occurred to him that if he
was doing 'am I gay quizzes' at all, the answer was probably yes. Straight
people didn't do the quizzes.
To say he dealt with his feelings well would be a lie. He tried his hardest
to be straight (even trying to pray the gay away a few times) but that
backfired on him when he got so frustrated, he slept with the school bicycle
and got caught.
He could still remember the way she kept shoving her tongue down his
throat and her acrylic nails scraping against his naked skin. She'd led him to
her bedroom and they both undressed. Joanna had bit and sucked on his
skin and let out cute little giggles that would've aroused any man that heard
them; but not Ezra. Eventually, he willed himself to get hard at her lustful
touches but he did so with his eyes closed whilst picturing someone else.
They slid under the sheets of Joanna's bed and Ezra thought he was
suffocating under them. It had been so hot under them and he felt he was
being crushed by the weight, at the same time he had to save face and fuck
Joanna.
It's not that it felt bad, she certainly knew what she was doing, but it felt
wrong somehow. He kept his eyes closed the entire time picturing the boy
he liked. What would he look like under Ezra? What sounds would he
make? How would he feel? Ezra wanted to hear him cry out his name for
him to say-
"Ezra?" His heart had stopped at that moment. His body petrified in
place. Even Joanna's face was consumed with shock at the sight of Colby
standing at her bedroom door. Ezra would never forget how heartbroken
he'd looked. The very boy he'd been fantasising about had shown up but
instead of looking at him with lust (like Ezra had hoped), Colby glared at
Ezra with such hate and he would carry on to do so from then on.
It was for the best, Ezra decided. This way everybody thought Ezra was
straight as rumours of him sleeping with Joanna spread like wildfire and
Colby stayed far away from him, which helped Ezra reign in his feelings for
him. Of course, that didn't work out either.
Colby suddenly jumped Ezra whilst he was in the locker room shower. It
took Ezra by surprise but he wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.
That entire week that he spent kissing, touching and then making love with
Colby had been the best week of his life. Sure, Colby was still pretty hostile
towards him at times but Ezra didn't mind, whatever kept him close.
It only lasted a week.
In hindsight Ezra should've seen it coming. After everything he'd done to
Colby, why did he expect his feelings to be returned? It was just like the
divorce, a childish fantasy that things would get better.
Ezra drove home by himself after the football training weekend more
pissed than he'd ever been in his life. A revenge operation. That's all it had
been and Ezra had fallen hook, line and sinker for it. He felt like an idiot
and that point was proven when he got home to find his father waiting for
him.
 Ezra currently lived with his father but the two didn't tend to interact very
often. Same house, different worlds. That's why Ezra already knew he was
in trouble when he saw his father sitting on Ezra's bed with an opened bottle
of lube and a few condom wrappers next to him.
Crap. Panic swallowed his body before he could even begin to think of
excuses.
"Son." His father's voice had always sounded cold to Ezra, like he was
nothing but a pest in his father's eyes. "Do you have any way to explain
yourself?"
Ezra hardened his face and tried his best to sound honest and confident.
"I had a girl round on Friday."
His father glared at him with his icy blue eyes. "Really? Because Miss
Herson next door didn't mention seeing a girl come round on Friday but she
did mention a boy." That nosey old bitch. She called herself the
neighbourhood watch dog but she just liked knowing everyone's business
and then tattling on them. "We've talked about this, Ezra. You know how I
feel about this kind of behaviour." His father stared at Ezra expectantly.
"My behaviour isn't right." Ezra said, maintaining the agonising eye
contact with his father.
"Exactly. I let it slide when it was just porn on your computer." If you
called being screamed at for two hours over the gay porn Ezra had forgotten
to erase from his computer history -letting it slide- then yes his father had
let the issue slide. "But to actually invite a boy round and do," his father's
face twisted with disgust, "god only knows what with him. That's taking it
too far and you know damn well it is. Did you think for a second about how
this would effect me? You think Miss Herson is going to keep the fact that
my son might be a homosexual to herself?"
"No." Ezra replied quietly.
"No!" His father said loudly. He got up from Ezra's bed and came closer
to him than his father had been in months. Ezra had grown to be around the
same height as his father but in that moment, he felt like a tiny child under
his father's angry gaze. "Not only are you humiliating yourself; you are
dragging my name through the fucking mud. It's a phase, Ezra. You'll get
over it, get a nice girlfriend and be embarrassed that you ever acted this
way. You are normal. Now start acting like it."
With that his father left the house and probably went to whatever woman
he was sleeping with.
 "Normal." Ezra whispered to himself. What did that mean? He felt
normal, he felt like himself when he was with Colby but maybe it wasn't.
Maybe that's why Colby didn't feel the same, because their relationship
wasn't normal. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to cry or punch
something. Why couldn't he be normal?
He tried his hardest to be normal at school. Colby had apologised for
what he said but he was normal, he liked Joanna. Joanna was a girl and
Colby was a guy so it only made sense that Colby had lingering feelings for
her and not Ezra. Although, it pissed him off. Joanna wasn't loyal to Colby
and certainly couldn't love him the way he deserved... but if that's what
Colby wanted them Ezra would grin and bare it.
Ezra tried to be normal by flirting with Sophie. She was nice and pretty
and fun to be around. She did most of the flirting and seemed okay with it
even if Ezra only smiled at her. He was acting normal.
How come Finley and Brent didn't have to be normal? They were openly
together with the approval of their parents, a situation that Ezra could only
dream of. They kissed in public (which was kind of funny to watch with the
height difference). They didn't have to act normal, they were themselves
and didn't care what others thought.
Ezra had never told anyone about his- confusing feelings but now with
Brent dating a guy, he felt it could be okay to finally confide in someone a
little bit. It wasn't easy.
Ezra and Brent had been playing video games for about an hour before
Ezra finally had the balls to bring up the subject of boys. Saying it like that,
he felt like a school girl. "So, you and Finley are together now?"
Brent smiled to himself and kept beating Ezra at the game they were
playing. "I guess. We haven't put anything official on it yet but it's just nice
to be around him, you know?"
He didn't know. He had never known what it was like to be around a
person and feel nothing but nice. To not have a thousand thoughts eating
away at him about how he was doing something wrong. He envied Brent's
ability to go with the flow and not care what others thought of him. Image
was everything, as Ezra's father often said.
"You two are cute together."
"Thanks. What about you, got any girls on the pull?" How was Ezra
supposed to respond to that? He knew that he should come clean and admit
he was...
 No. No, he couldn't say it out loud. Then it would all become real and
come back to bite him tenfold. Brent wouldn't judge him and he wouldn't
tell anyone but still it was too much. He was a normal guy. Not that he
thought Brent wasn't normal, it was simply that he was lucky and got to be
different and follow his desires.
"You know me. Every girl's got a chance." He was such an awful guy,
lying to his best friend, lying to himself, he felt like shit.
"Well you could go for Sophie, Finley says that she's got a thing for you.
And Josh said Joanna's been talking about you again." Great, that's exactly
what he needed. Two girls he could never truly like liking him, at least it
would get his dad off his back. Ezra often found himself wondering whether
Colby had been right, that he really was a selfish prick that only cared about
himself and took from others. Here he was, fully prepared to date a girl to
avoid the wrath of his parents. "Could even go for Colby, if you were into
that." Brent laughed until he turned to see Ezra gaping at him.
"What do you mean?" Ezra demanded. Brent looked flustered now, he
was unsure whether he'd said something to upset Ezra.
"I'm only joking. You two seemed to get on so well last week and he
keeps on asking me about you. Sorry it was silly..."
"What did he ask you?" Colby had apologised for their argument but
Ezra didn't really believe everything he said. For a moment, he gave himself
a false hope even though he had stopped their relationship himself.
"He asked why you slept with Joanna?" Brent looked really nervous at
that point.
And there it was, the crushing of any of his hope. Why Joanna? It always
came back to Joanna. Why couldn't Colby get over her, move on and date...
somebody else.
"Ezra? Are you okay?"
"Fine." Ezra replied through clenched teeth, he shouldn't have hoped.
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Chapter 16: Best Friends Forever?

Colby did everything in his power to be the best fucking friend Ezra
Dickinson has ever had.
Ezra needed change for the vending machine. Boom! Colby was there.
Ezra forgot to do his homework. Boom! Colby's got his back. Ezra was late
to class. Boom! Colby's already made an excuse for him.
Colby was trying super hard to build something between himself and
Ezra, but for some reason Ezra was so skittish around him.
It was like Colby had some sort of virus because Ezra was avoiding him
like the plague. The main thing Colby noticed was that Ezra would never be
alone with Colby.
The day after they'd decided to just be friends, they ended up in the
library alone together after school since they still had detention. To say it
was awkward, would be putting it lightly. Colby talked about anything and
everything trying to get a response out of Ezra but nothing was working.
Colby talked about football to school to even going as far as to talk about
Joanna and Sophie; which he did not want to do but desperate times call for
desperate measures. Ezra would just hum or say 'really' as a responsive. It
was like he was a million miles away even though he was sitting right in
front of Colby. Still as handsome as ever (if not a little pale and a bit tired
looking) but Colby didn't get annoyed over that anymore, nope, he decided
to enjoy the view instead.
"So, you going to Brent's party on Saturday?" Colby asked hoping that
talking about a party would liven Ezra up a bit.
Ezra didn't look up from his book that he'd been trying to write chemistry
notes in but kept getting distracted. "Yeah." Was all Ezra said in response.
"Cool, cool. You gonna drink at it?"
"Absolutely." Ezra murmured under his breath.
Did that mean Ezra was stressed about something or an alcoholic? No
way he could be stressed about Colby, right? After all, he'd been trying to
make their friendship as none stressful as possible.
 Colby began to panic and fret over the possibility that he was the source
of Ezra's stress. That would explain Ezra's blatant discomfort to be around
Colby. Was it the kiss they had in the library? Did Colby annoy Ezra? Did
Ezra not actually want to be friends and was now stressed because Colby
had been too dense to notice that Ezra was kindly trying to tell him to piss
off? There were too many possibilities for Colby to think about. He thought
that being friends with Ezra would be easier than what they were before;
but now it seems sex was simpler.
Colby decided to try and ask whether he was being a bother.
Ezra stared out the library window, his eyes glazed over in thought.
Tentatively, Colby reached across the table that separated them and placed a
gentle hand on Ezra's arm. Without even asking, he got the answer to his
question.
Ezra pulled away from Colby's touch as if it had burned him. His eyes
came alive but looked wild and frantic like he was checking to see if
anyone was watching.
"What are you doing?" Ezra demanded. His voice was loud and just as
panicked as his eyes. The librarian shushed him from somewhere in the
maze of books.
Colby was not expecting that kind of reaction and it hurt slightly. "I was
just trying to ask you a question?"
Ezra's hand was firmly clasped over where Colby had touched him, he
seemed to be calming down a bit now but his eyes kept checking for
something. "Well- What were you going to ask?"
"It doesn't matter now." It really didn't, that reaction was enough for
Colby to get the hint that Ezra had no desire to be friends with him. Only a
couple weeks ago, that answer wouldn't have bothered Colby at all as he
had felt the same, but now...
...now it was different.
"I think I'm just going to head home." Ezra announced, already packing
away his things.
"But there's still another hour left of detention. What if Coach Clain finds
out you skived?" The very idea of Coach sent shivers down Colby's spine.
"It's fine." Ezra swiftly left the library and he didn't come back.
Not that day or the next day or the day after that. Colby spent every
detention alone until Friday was over and therefore so was his punishment.
Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to Brent's party anymore.
Clearly Ezra didn't want to be around Colby but Colby had promised Finley
and Brent that he'd be there. Ah well, he could drink his night away.
Wouldn't take much considering what a lightweight he was.
Finley came round to Colby's house the following evening to get ready
and he'd brought half his wardrobe with him.
"I want to wear something cool but sexy but not overly sexy. Something
that says 'you can introduce me to your friends' and 'we can go have
awesome sex' at the same time. You get what I mean, man?" Asked Finley.
He was holding up to different pairs of black jeans that Colby thought
looked exactly the same but Finley insisted there was a difference.
Apparently one pair of jeans made his butt look good but the other pair
made his dick look good. Colby still wasn't used to no-shits-given Finley
actually giving a shit.
"Don't get mad at me but I think you're overthinking this. He's only
introducing you to like five new people that he's friends with out of school.
Chill." Colby didn't think too much into what he was going to wear. He'd
chucked on some navy jeans with a lilac shirt and called it a day. Truth be
told he was going more with comfort than fashion, he planned on showing
everybody he was at the party then locking himself away in a bedroom (no
Ezra, no Sophie, no Joanna) and watching Love Island on his phone until it
was over.
"You're right, I am overthinking this and as the gay one with fashion
sense here I know for a fact I should go with this pair." He held up the pair
of black jeans in his right hand that looked identical to the jeans he was
holding in his left.
"Cool." Colby couldn't wait for the night to be over, the party hadn't even
started yet and he wanted to go home.
"You okay, man? You talked to Sophie yet?" Finley asked. He'd now
moved on to examining all the different shirts he could wear.
"Ugh," Colby whined, "I'm so tired of having to talk to people. Why can't
they just be straight up and tell me how they feel? It's exhausting."
"Yeah it is exhausting but if you want a relationship with someone -
platonically or romantically- you gotta talk to each other, man. Do you
think Brent would prefer me in a red shirt or a white one?"
"Red, it suits you better." What do you know, Colby did have some
fashion advice in him after all.
 "You know, man, they say red is the color of lust." Finley sent a cheeky
wink at Colby.
"Gross, don't you think about anything else when you're with Brent?"
"No, not really." Finley laughed at his own perverseness. Poor Brent,
Colby thought, the poor guy's not going to be able to walk after Finley gets
his hands on him. Well, Finley would have to bring a stepladder just to kiss
Brent; but as soon as Brent bends down to Finley's height, his ass is grass
and Finley is going to be the goat eating it.
Colby knew Brent was a popular guy, he was nice and kind to everyone
and yet the amount of people already wasted at the party when Finley and
Colby showed up fashionably late was ridiculous. The front lawn was
scattered with empty beer cans and drunk teenagers dancing to the faint
rhythm booming from inside the house. The house was nearly as big as
Ezra's house had been and every room on the first floor was packed full of
people.
The main activity was happening in the living room. There was a game
of spin the bottle happening in one corner and a dance battle happening in
the other. The centre of the room was full of people grinding and dancing
on each other to the music and Ezra was amongst them. That was the last
thing Colby wanted to see. Ezra wasn't really dancing, he drunkenly swayed
from side to side and Sophie and a few other girls, rubbed themselves
against every inch of his body. It was hard to say whether Ezra even noticed
them doing it all as he kept downing beer and then when he'd finished his,
he'd swipe another bottle from anyone walking near him. How much had he
drank already? He was wearing a white button up that clung to his toned
chest and black jeans that made his ass look unbelievably tempting.
Colby watched Ezra and smiled at his silly state. To think the guy had
told Colby that he was an irresponsible drinker, oh how the tables have
turned. He had to look away from Ezra when Sophie flung herself at him
and tried to eat his face off. When he turned back to Finley he found that he
was doing the same thing to Brent. When did everyone become so horny?
Colby cleared his throat to get the boys to stop. Even with the strobe
lighting that bounced around the room, it was obvious that Brent was
blushing.
"H-hey Colby, glad you could come." Brent spluttered as Finley kept
kissing his neck and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me. Hey are the rooms upstairs free?"
 Brent took a minute to think about it before answering. "Yes but if you do
something up there please clean up after. I don't want my parents busting
my ass because they found out someone did it in their bed."
"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it." Colby gave Brent a pat on the
shoulder and a wink at Finley before heading upstairs to wait till the party
was over.
Yes, he knew he was being a really bad party guest by hiding in a
bedroom and watching stuff on his phone instead of joining in on the party
but he just couldn't find it in himself to be lively and happy. Especially after
seeing Sophie and Ezra making out, that hurt... a lot. Not that there was
anything he could do about it. Ezra made it clear that they were meant to be
friends now, nothing more, nothing less.
The bedroom he went into was probably either Brent's parents or a guest
room. It had that sophisticated modern style with the white walls and grey
bed. Perfect place to chill.
He took off his shoes and hopped on the bed then started his night of
ignoring what was happening downstairs and pretending Ezra doesn't exist.
That plan didn't last very long as the very man he had been trying to
avoid slammed into the door and drunkenly hobbled in. With all the grace
of a bull in a china shop, Ezra flopped onto the bed face first and made a
small umph sound as he did. More sounds came from Ezra, but Colby
couldn't make out a single word as all of it was muffled by the blanket. He
was pretty sure Ezra was mumbling incoherent words to himself, but he did
keep making out the word 'spin'. Did he feel dizzy and was about to throw
up?
Colby couldn't allow that to happen. He'd promised Brent that this room
would remain tidy and Colby never broke his promises. "Ezra," he asked
tentatively, "are you okay?"
Ezra's eyes widened and he pointed at Colby in disbelief.
"Areyoumysevenminutes?" He slurred.
"What? Did you say seven minutes? Come sit down you look like you're
about to keel over." Colby patted the bed space near him and Ezra tried his
best to get there. His feet tripped over each other with each step so he ended
up sitting incredibly close to Colby. Colby could smell the stench of alcohol
on his breath.
"I was- I was downstairs playing the bottle spinning game and if the
bottle pointed at you," he tapped Colby on the nose, "then you have t- to um
go upstairs and do seven minutes in heaven with whoever else gets it. Is it
you? Plea- please say it's you." Ezra leant against Colby until Colby had to
bear all of Ezra's weight just to keep him sitting up.
"Are you sure it wouldn't be seven minutes in hell if you had to do it with
me?" Ezra shook his head frantically and whispered repeatedly 'heaven...
heaven... with you...Dad's not here...'.
Colby couldn't blame alcohol or the party atmosphere for his decision but
he simply couldn't help himself. "Yeah it's me."
Ezra didn't waste a second after Colby had confirmed it was him that he
had seven minutes in heaven with. He pushed Colby onto the bed and
attacked his mouth. It was slightly clumsy (teeth bashing together a few
times) and the taste wasn't great but it was filled with such passion and
Colby was man enough to admit that he had missed kissing Ezra.
That wasn't the point of this though. Ezra had no idea what he was doing,
he could barely talk or think, he would come to regret most things he did
tonight and he would especially regret what he was doing right now, that
Colby was sure of. With enough strength to make a point, Colby pushed
against Ezra's chest.
"Ezra, that's enough." He protested. He tried to imitate his dad's stern
teacher voice, didn't have much of an effect. "Ezra. I'm serious. Stop."
The second time was the charm. Ezra flopped down next to him, he
buried his face against Colby's neck. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I'm so
sorry, Colby. Don't leave. I'm sorry."
It was an oddly endearing moment as Colby stared up at the ceiling. All
he could feel was the weight of Ezra's body against his and the warmth Ezra
always seemed to bring with him. The golden hairs on Ezra's head tickled
Colby's face. He could still feel Ezra's lips moving against his neck, not to
kiss him or anything, he was still repeating his plea for Colby to stay with
him over and over again.
"You must be so drunk right now to do something like this." Colby
teased.
Ezra shook his head. "M'fine." He fumbled his words. "Barely had
nothin'."
"I don't believe you. How much did you have? Be honest."
Ezra lifted his hand into the air and his fingers randomly shot up in no
particular order. "Brent gave me something, then Jordan... shots... saw
Joanna, more shots... girl gave me her drink, so nice, but she-" he drummed
his hands against his chest then pulled on one of his ears (Colby had no idea
what that meant), "... Sophie gave me drink..."
"Sophie gave you alcohol? She hardly drinks herself."
"She lied." Ezra yelled way too loudly in to Colby's ear. "Said it's vodka,
it was water. Can you believed?" Well, there goes Ezra's understanding of
grammar.
"Yes, I can believe that. It's such a her thing to do." Colby's mind
wandered back to the photo she had sent. "She's always been a good person.
I'll go get you some more water or else you're going to really feel this in the
morning."
"But you said seven minutes?"
"Yeah. You can have seven minutes with a water bottle."
Ezra threw his head back and groaned.
Colby sat up from the bed and was about to head off when Ezra pulled
him back down. He hardly had time to realise what had happened until Ezra
was staring down at him.
"Don't leave." Ezra begged. "Don't leave. Stay with me. Please."
"I need to get you some water, then I'll be right back."
Ezra shook his head. "You'll go back to her."
"Who?"
"Joanna. Please just stay with me."
Why did he look so sad? There was always something so ethereally
beautiful about Ezra. Even within the depths of his hatred for Ezra, he more
than understood why people were so attracted to him. His face was so
familiar in the way that every ancient master of art had tried to capture the
angelic beauty of someone like him. The echoes of his form could always
be found in the statues of Ancient Greece to the paintings of the
Renaissance. He had a face that had haunted Colby in his dreams for years,
such an untouchable perfection now weeping above him, pleading with him
not to leave.
Colby reached up and ran his fingers so gently, so carefully, so
tentatively, across Ezra's face. Those high cheekbones and sharp jawline,
that strong nose and full lips. Eyes as blue as the clear sky waited for a
response. Since when had Colby had such a hold over him? Must be the
alcohol.
"I'll stay." Colby agreed. "But, you're not going to be very happy in the
morning when you've got a terrible hangover."
 Colby grunted as Ezra collapsed on top of him, his face finding its way
back to the crook of Colby's neck. What a cry baby. Colby placed a hand on
Ezra's back and drew random shapes and images. The other hand he held up
as he continued to watch his show on his phone. Occasionally, he would
quietly tell Ezra what was happening. Whispering to him things like 'Can't
believe he's recoupled, what a scumbag' then Ezra would slur back to him
gasps of disbelief as if he had any idea what was happening in the show.
The bedroom door slid open. "What are you doing?"

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Chapter 17: Advantage

"What are you doing?"

Colby shot his head up at the voice, his body unable to go anywhere
under Ezra's weight.
Sophie stood in the doorway, the light filtering in behind her as she stuck
close to the door. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls around her face and her
black dress was the shortest item of clothing Colby had ever seen her wear.
It clung to her shape, lifted her boobs, accentuated the wideness of her hips.
It was a great dress and she looked amazing in it, but it wasn't a very Sophie
looking dress. It was familiar somehow.
"Sophie?" Colby called. "It's- it's not what it looks like." It was an
automatic response to lie to her, he had never done so before, but he wasn't
sure whether he was looking at the Sophie he knew. It looked like Sophie,
sounded like Sophie, so it must be Sophie. He couldn't stop thinking about
the photo that she had sent him. It was her. He'd checked multiple times,
cross examining the number that sent him the photo and Sophie's number
multiple times. He'd even checked to make sure Sophie hadn't accidentally
given him the wrong new number —she'd only just got it, easy to get the
new number muddled up— so he got four of her friends from the
cheerleading team to send him her new number. It was her. No getting
around it. But, he didn't know a Sophie who would do that to him. "It's not
what it looks like Sophie. He fell on top of him." He lied again.
She looked panicked. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, Colby could
make out the way her grip on the door tightened and her eyes widened in
terror. "Get off of him, Colby!" Sophie cried.
Why was she demanding that Colby get off of Ezra? Unless she'd
suddenly gone blind, she could clearly see that Ezra was the one pining
Colby down. Speaking of Ezra, he didn't even acknowledge Sophie yelling
from the door as he continued to cling to Colby's body.
Colby was mortified and pissed off. He hadn't expected anyone else to
walk into the room, and he was annoyed that Sophie did, that she was
yelling at him about it. He placed his hands on Ezra's shoulders and tried to
push him off, but Ezra was heavy.
"Can you come back later?" Colby asked in frustration.
"No I can't come back later!" Sophie insisted. "What if something
happens?"
If something happens? Colby could feel —much more hear— Ezra
snoring away. The guy was dead to the world and wasn't about to start
doing Sophie's insinuated something. Ezra was also a huge deadweight on
top of Colby, so it's not like he was about to get up and do something.
"He's sleeping, Soph." Colby explained without waking Ezra. "We're not
doing anything."
She nodded, but still looked rather distressed. "I'll help you get him off."
She checked her surroundings before coming in.
"It's fine, I don't want to wake him."
Colby's insistence of his own acceptance of the situation fell on deaf ears.
Sophie wasted no time coming into the room. She grabbed onto Ezra's side
and used all her strength to force him to move. The job wasn't easy, Ezra
groaned and complained in his sleep, drowsily trying to slap Sophie's hands
off of him and get back to Colby. She would not relent. The more she
fought against Ezra, the more Colby failed to recognise her as the Sophie he
was familiar with. There was something so frantic about her actions, a wild
frenzy in her eyes, she wanted Ezra to move and she wanted him to move
now.
Colby decided to shuffle out from under Ezra himself, if that was all it
would take for Sophie to stop manhandling Ezra. Indeed, it was. Sophie
turned her attention to Colby.
"Are you okay?" She asked. She forcibly tilted Colby's head back so that
she could look at his neck, she even pulled back his collar and looked down
his shirt.
"I am fine." Said Colby. "What the fuck is your damage though?"
"Me?" She asked, as if she hadn't just tried to fight a sleeping boy and
check Colby's neck for something or other.
"Yeah, you."
She stood up from the bed and pulled down her dress, not without
accidentally flashing Colby first.
"Since when did you have thongs?" He asked.
Her face turned red and she spluttered out an answer. "Since... forever."
 "No, not since forever. Or at least, not since I was last round your house
before you went off to summer camp. Remember? I helped you pack and I
tried on a few of your bras, found out that we're the same cup size. Come
on, you don't remember?"
"I remember, it's just been a while." She paused. "Joanna got me these
thongs for tonight."
Colby knew he'd seen that dress before, Joanna had worn it a few times
in the past. She must've lent it to Sophie. Strange, though. The two were
friends and Colby hadn't entirely minded them staying friends even after the
collapse of his relationship with Joanna, but Joanna had always hated
sharing things. She was the kind of girl that if you asked for a fry of her
plate, she'd stab you with her fork instead. She must really like Sophie to
give her anything.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Sophie asked.
"Sure. I need to get some water."
Sophie dutifully followed Colby down the stairs. They didn't speak at all
as they went, not that they would've been able to hear each other very well
with the party music still blaring out of the speakers. They shuffled and
bumped their way through the congregation of drunk teenagers in the living
room. At one point, Colby spotted Finley finally meeting Brent's friends
from outside of school, he didn't seem very engaged in the conversation, but
he kept responding and politely nodding his head from time to time. It
looked like it was going well, Colby would have to ask him later.
After a little searching and a few refusals to drinking games, they found
the kitchen near the back of the house. It was of a more modest size
compared to the living room and was thankfully left uninhabited by any of
the partygoers. The music still thrummed through walls, but it was much
more tolerable in there and didn't make Colby's ears ring.
He began his scavenger hunt for a cup as Sophie stood and watched.
"What were you doing with him?" She asked.
No cups in the bottom cupboards, only bowls and dinner plates. "I don't
see how it's any of your business."
"I'm trying to help you here, Colby. You don't realise what a mistake
you're making."
Maybe the top cupboards had something in them. "Listen, Soph. I know
you sent me that picture of Ezra and I making out at that party and I have no
idea why you did it or why you did it anonymously instead of coming to me
directly about it. How about you explain that then I'll explain what I was
doing with Ezra?"
"I didn't mean to send it to you anonymously. I forgot that I hadn't given
you my new number yet, I was wondering why you hadn't come to speak to
me about it. I was waiting for you to say something first."
"For me to say something? What did you want me to say?"
"That you weren't going to do it again. I was trying to warn you. You
always go on about how much you hate Ezra and it's understandable, he's
hurt you so much. You were drunk and sad and confused that night. I spent
most of that night comforting you as you cried on my shoulder about how
much you missed Jo and hated Ezra." That was a little embarrassing. "I left
you alone for a few minutes and when I came back you were with him. It's
not right, Colby, you're better than this."
"I- I don't really understand what you're talking about. I'm better than
this? I think everyone kisses someone drunk at some point in their lives and
then regrets it in the morning. It's not that big of a deal."
He heard Sophie sigh behind him. "No, you don't get what I'm trying to
say. It's not that you kissed him drunk, it's that he is a him."
"Of course, Ezra is a him. He's a boy and he goes by he/him pronouns.
Duh."
"And you don't see a problem with that?"
"With Ezra being a boy? No? Don't think I do. Am I suppose to?"
"Yes!" Sophie's feet thumped around the room, why was she pacing so
much? "I don't know what to do, Colby. I'm trying so hard, this isn't easy,
but I'm trying. What else can I do? I can't lose you."
In the top cupboard to the left of the refrigerator, Colby found a cup. He
placed it on the counter. "Lose me? You're not losing me. If anything I feel
like I'm losing you."
Her pacing stopped. "What? No, please don't say that. Please."
"You're acting so differently these days. You said you wanted to tell me
something really important before you disappeared for the summer and then
I didn't hear from you at all. What were you going to tell me?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. It didn't matter in the first place, I've changed
now."
He didn't want to turn around. To do so was to be forced to look upon a
Sophie he no longer understood. He couldn't avoid such a realisation
forever though. Sophie was doing things that Colby couldn't comprehend,
but that was okay, he didn't comprehend much anyway. She was changing
and that was... okay, she couldn't stay the same Sophie he'd known since
they were kids, everyone changes eventually. It was just particularly sad to
see when it came to her.
He turned around. "Sophie-"
She threw herself against his body. She leaned up on her tiptoes and
kissed him. "I love you, Colby." She confessed. She stared up at him with a
love in her eyes that he was familiar with, but it was not the kind that she
claimed it to be. Such despair, such tragedy in one person. Had she always
bore a face painted with melancholy? She had never been someone who
looked at ease all the time, but since she hit puberty and especially since she
came back from the summer, she always looked so tired, so sad.
"I love you too." Said Colby, stroking the hair back from her weary face.
"But, you don't love me like this. I know you don't."
Her head fell against his chest and he held her there for a moment. "I
wish I did." She confessed. "I wish that we could do the cliche movie thing
where we fall in love after we're all grown up. It would make everything so
much easier."
"What's wrong, Sophie? What's happening to you? You can tell me, you
can always tell me."
She shook her head, her hands tightened into fists, clenching the fabric of
Colby's shirt within her grasp. "I can't lose you, but if you keep doing these
things with Ezra, I'm going to."
"No matter what happens with Ezra, you'll always have me. No ones
going to take me away from you."
He was pretty sure he heard her laugh a little bit. "I've always loved how
optimistic you are, but not all of us can afford to be like that." She took a
step away from Colby. Her eyes were all teary, but she smiled despite that.
"Please don't go back to him."
"I- I don't know if I can promise you that."
Sophie was about to say something else until the kitchen door busted
open and some drunk girls stumbled in.
"Sophie." One of the girls whined. "Where'd you go?"
"Did you get your seven minutes in heaven with Ezra?" Another one
teased.
"I'm so jealous." Said another one.
 So, that's what she was doing upstairs. Did she hate Ezra for taking
Colby or did she actually have a crush on Ezra?
"I'll leave you girls to it." Colby grabbed the cup, filled it with water and
waved the girls goodbye. The drunk girls immediately surrounded Sophie
and hounded her with questions about Ezra.
It was a good thing he swore nothing to Sophie as he would've broken his
promise within one minute of making it. He snuck back upstairs and went
to the bedroom of the sleeping Ezra.
He slumped on the bed and buried his face in his hands. Truthfully, he'd
never thought that hard about the fact that Ezra was a boy. It was a matter of
fact to him. Colby would've initiated Operation Revenge on Ezra whether
he was a boy, girl or neither. Revenge didn't discriminate. Not that Colby
fussed himself with ideas of revenge anymore. No, Colby wouldn't hurt
Ezra. He'd grown too fond of him, he really really really cared about Ezra.
There was no denying it.
So, would Sophie no longer be friends with Colby because of how he
felt? Wow, he never thought he'd say that, he'd never imagined that Sophie
would ever come to hate him. They'd been through so much together. He
stared up at the ceiling, but his vision was blurred with tears.
Was there anything he could do to fix things that didn't involve not being
true to his feelings? Would she hate him forever if he pursued them?
He couldn't stand the idea of it. They'd been friends for so long and yet
she'd disregarded all of that recently because of a boy. Okay, that boy was
Ezra and even Colby thought Ezra was pretty special, but come on. What
happened to bros before hoes. A small sob escaped his lips.
What was he supposed to do?
"Colby? Why are you crying?" Ezra whispered. He unfurled himself
from the blankets Colby had tucked around him and placed his hands on
Colby's face. "Why are you upset?"
The action made Colby's heart flutter. Even drunk Ezra cared about him
more than Sophie did. "It's nothing." Colby tried to say with confidence but
his voice cracked.
Ezra placed lots of small butterfly kisses all over Colby's face.
Sometimes he'd miss Colby's face completely -obviously still drunk- but
most the time he'd kiss some part of his face. Colby couldn't help but giggle
at the gesture which made Ezra smile.
 "Come- come sleep next to me." Ezra fell back against the bed and rested
his head on the pillows. He patted the space next to him for Colby to come
and lie down.
The rational part of Colby's brain told him to go home so that he wouldn't
have an awkward moment with Ezra in the morning, but fuck that. He'd had
a rough couple days and he wanted compensation. Oh, maybe he was taking
advantage of Ezra just a little bit.
Colby got under the blankets with Ezra and was immediately engulfed in
a tight hug from the blonde boy. "Why were you sad?" Ezra asked again.
Colby leaned into the hug and rested his head against Ezra's chest, he
could hear his heart and the sound soothed him. "It was nothing really. I had
a fight with Sophie and she just said some things that I would've never
expected from her and-" he swatted Ezra's hand away and laughed, "stop
trying to play with my nipples. I thought you were being a gentleman who
wanted to hear about my feelings."
"Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. Very much." Ezra rambled. "Can you tell me
about your feelings... naked?" Ezra's hands slipped to Colby's sides and he
began to tickle Colby. Colby erupted in fits of laughter.
"Ezra... stop..." he pleaded in between laughs. Eventually, Ezra did stop
but not out of any kind of chivalry. Colby looked up and saw that Ezra had
fallen asleep during his tickle attack. "Asshole." Colby muttered with a
wide smile on his face. He completely forgot about Sophie and Ezra friend
zoning him and sex with Ezra; he just enjoyed the moment.
Well he tried not to think about sex until he heard a banging coming from
the room next door. It was a constant and quick pounding against the wall
accompanied with a lot of moaning and groaning. It didn't take a genius to
figure out that it was a bed frame that was banging against the wall and two
horny teens on top of the bed that were doing the banging.
Damn whoever it was had crazy stamina. It didn't stay a mystery for long
as a deep voice cried out: "Oh Finley!"
Colby smiled to himself and internally congratulated his friend for finally
banging Brent and -from the sounds of it- doing a really good job at it too.
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Chapter 18: Wanted

Ezra was sure he must've been dreaming.

After all, how else do you explain that he was lying in a bed shirtless
with Colby sleeping in his arms? It had to be a dream -a really fantastic
dream- but a dream nonetheless.
It was a very realistic dream. Ezra could feel the warmth of Colby's body
pressed tightly against his own. He could smell the lingering scent of his
body spray, he didn't know what fragrance is was but it was nice. He could
hear Colby's gentle breathing occasionally interrupted by a murmuring
something in his sleep. It was a very realistic dream that he hoped to never
wake up from.
He buried his face in Colby's dark hair and squeezed him a little tighter,
carefully though, as not to wake him from his sleep. There wasn't anything
in the world that Ezra wouldn't give right now to stay in this moment
forever. Warm, comfortable and happy.
Of course, he couldn't entirely focus on this perfect moment as he began
to wonder what had happened for them to end up in this position.
Ezra had arrived at Brent's party last night with Sophie. He'd picked her
up at her house and headed there together and he went to Brent's with one
plan in mind; get wasted. His week had been shit. If he wasn't avoiding
Colby at school so that Ezra would stop lusting after him, then he was
avoiding his father at home (if his father ever was home) so that questions
about his sexuality stopped coming up. Well, his father didn't question
Ezra's sexuality but rather forcibly demanded he stop whatever terrible
homosexual desires he had. He had shown up to the party, was welcomed
by Brent, then immediately started drinking.
He took every drink someone would offer to him, he was pretty sure he'd
taken the drinks whether somebody had offered them or not. He
remembered some girl grinding against his back -thankfully Sophie came
and stopped her- then they had gone to dance to the music and the rest was
a blur. His head felt like it was filled with scorpions repeatedly stinging
him. If he wasn't so focused on keeping Colby asleep so that they could
cuddle longer, he would be slumped over in agony by now.
He stayed perfectly still, trying to memorise the feel of Colby's body
against his just in case this was the last time this ever happened. He didn't
want it to be, in Ezra's wildest dreams they were together every night and
Ezra wasn't sickened by himself and neither was his father. But he couldn't
engulf himself in such fantasies.
There was a loud clattering outside of the bedroom they were in and there
was two voices talking to each other. One was Brent who kept grumbling
about being pain and the other was Finley who sounded very pleased with
himself.
"My ass hurts." Brent whined, his voice muffled by the door.
"Come on, baby, you have to admit it was pretty good though. Right?"
Finley replied suggestively.
"Yeah it was really good." Brent said in a lower tone, sounding almost
embarrassed. "But you could've gone easier on me!"
"I'm sorry. But I do recall you screaming for me to 'go harder', so am I a
bad boyfriend for not going easy on you, or am I a good boyfriend for doing
exactly what you say?" Ezra could tell Finley had a shit eating grin on his
face even without being able to see him. "Hey, didn't Colby stay the night?
Where is he?"
"Ezra did too, according to Sophie. They're probably downstairs or in a
bedroom." Finley whistled at Brent's remark. "What? Is there something
weird about that?" Panic erupted in Ezra's chest.
Shit. Finley knows about him and Colby. Shit. What if he tells Brent?
Ezra wasn't ready to tell anyone. No one was supposed to know. Please
don't tell him, Ezra chanted in his head, please, please don't tell him.
Instead of moving away from Colby in case Brent or Finley walked in, Ezra
found himself pulling Colby even closer into his chest. The smart thing to
do would be to let go and pretend nothing had happened but he couldn't. He
had Colby in his arms, how was he supposed to let go now?
"Nothing." Finley responded. "I'm just whistling, baby." He then carried
on whistling as if to prove he did it normally. Ezra's panic almost went
away until Finley tried to get into the room. Once again, Ezra pulled Colby
tightly towards him. Luckily the door was locked. Finley pounded his fist
against the door. Well- it was actually a small tap but with Ezra's hangover
amplifying the sound, the CIA might as well have been trying to break
down the door. "Colby! Colby! You in there, man?" Finley asked from the
other side of the door.
Colby began to stir in Ezra's arms. Ezra feigned being asleep to avoid any
awkwardness. He didn't want Colby to wake up yet, couldn't they have had
their moment for a few more minutes? Colby didn't seem too surprised to be
in Ezra's embrace -which surprised Ezra- he stretched then yelled back to
Finley.
"Yeah I'm in here! So is Ezra!"
"So that's where he is." Brent commented. "Do you want breakfast?"
Brent asked.
"Sounds good. Be down in a bit." Colby replied. The sound of the
floorboards creaking faded as Brent and Finley went downstairs.
Colby laid back down in the bed and began to stroke Ezra's hair. It was so
carefully done that Ezra thought he was imagining the sensation of it.
Don't do that, he thought, don't give me hope.
Colby chuckled to himself before getting out of the bed and heading
downstairs. Ezra peeked at Colby as he left the room and couldn't help but
admire the way Colby's ass looked in those jeans. He knew he was trying to
stop himself from looking at Colby in a sexual way but when a guy looked
like that, how could he not?
When Colby was gone and the heat left behind from his body was gone
too, Ezra decided to try and get up. It was painful but he couldn't stay here
all day, actually Brent would probably let him stay but Ezra didn't want to
impose on him and his family like that.
He tried to look at his phone to check the time but the brightness blinded
him as soon as he turned it on. His eyes adjusted eventually but the light
still stung. He had two text messages from Sophie.
"Just in case you need a little guidance in your life. It worked for me."
Ezra read Sophie's text out loud. "What the fuck is she on about?"
He clicked on the website she had attached to her text message. His heart
stopped when it finally loaded. Conversion therapy. She had sent him the
link for a conversion therapy for homosexuals.
She knows. How does she know? He understood Finley knowing -him
and Colby were as thick as thieves- but Brent said that Sophie was drifting
away from them. Colby wouldn't tell her. Colby shouldn't be telling anyone.
What if Sophie told someone? His life was over if his dad found out he was
still acting... this way. He'd be out on the streets with nothing. His mother
wouldn't help she had a new family, new life.
He didn't know what to do, he decided to play it off.
'Not sure what you mean by this, is it a joke I'm not in on? :/' he texted to
Sophie. She replied quickly.
'Not a joke :). I just get what your going through and I did this when I felt
that way. My dad's a pastor, your welcome to come and talk to him anytime.
It's pretty tough at first but it cures you afterwards xx' Sophie replied.
Wait, Sophie had gone through conversion therapy? Did that mean she
was... No way. But why was she even recommending conversion therapy to
Ezra anyway? Did he do something gay? Did he look gay? Does everybody
know he's gay?!
He quickly got up from the bed and ran downstairs, the only thing
stopping him from keeling over in pain was the adrenaline pumping through
him from the possibility of people knowing about his sexuality. He ran
downstairs and into the kitchen, nearly slipping on the tiled floor.
"Morning, Ezra." Brent greeted. He was smiling at him with a cup of
coffee in his hands. Finley came up behind Brent and wrapped his arms
around his waist.
"You look like shit." Finley commented, Brent whacked him on the arm
for being rude making Finley pout at him.
"Where's Colby?" Ezra asked.
A smirk formed on Finley's face. "Oh, are you looking for him so you
can ask who gave him those hickeys up his neck? Because I think I know
who did it." Finley winked at Ezra, he did not need this right now. Brent
looked at Finley curiously, still not catching onto Finley's teasing.
"Where. Is. He?" Ezra asked again. He could feel himself becoming more
and more aggravated but he kept it down, the last thing he needed was to
lash out at somebody right now.
"He's in the living room watching TV." Finley finally answered.
"Is Sophie homophobic by any chance?" Ezra asked, hoping Brent didn't
put two and two together.
"I'm not sure but her parents are super duper religious. Not that religion is
bad, my parents are Christians, but her parents are the old fashioned kind of
religion if you catch my drift. You know the 'there's only one right way to
live and it's our way' kind of thing, they're freaky man." Finley explained.
 Ezra didn't stay in the kitchen any longer and stormed into the living
room slamming the door behind him. He had planned on being angry at
Colby, to yell at him for letting it slip to both Finely and (possibly) Sophie
that he had... homosexual tendencies. However, that changed when he saw
Colby lazily lounging on the leather sofa and staring back at Ezra with
sleepy eyes. Colby smiled at Ezra and he could've sworn that Colby's face
was like the sun, and he felt warmer just being in his presence.
"Good morning." Colby said. Ezra looked at Colby in the daylight and
noticed that Finely was right, Colby's neck was covered in hickeys. He was
still wearing his clothes from last night but his lavender shirt was crinkled
and the top three buttons were undone. Somebody was testing Ezra by
presenting such an irresistible sight to him just as he'd decided to stop
finding Colby so beautiful. It was cruel.
"Morning." Ezra muttered. Colby patted the space next to him for Ezra to
come and sit down. "How did you get those?" Ezra pointed to Colby's neck.
Colby's cheeks became tinted with blush and he avoided Ezra's eyes. "I
mean I thought you'd know since they're your doing." Ezra knew he
shouldn't have, but he couldn't help but feel relieved that it had been him
and not Joanna or anyone else for that matter.
He couldn't stay focused on being with Colby right now though. "Does
Sophie know what we did together? Did you tell her?"
That got Colby's attention. "Listen Ezra. At the party last night-"
"Oh my god, you did. You told her!"
"No, would you let me finish!" Ezra stayed quiet but he was an
overwhelmed mess on the inside. "At the party last night, you got very
drunk, like stupid drunk. And I was upstairs and then you came in and then-
and then we fooled around for a bit. Sophie walked in on us."
Shit. Now he couldn't even tell Sophie that Colby had lied about his
sexuality or something because she'd seen him acting on it firsthand. This
was bad. "How much did she see? What were we doing? Were we having
sex?"
"No we weren't having sex, you were way too drunk for that!" Colby
looked offended that Ezra had asked him that. "But she did kind of see
you..."
"See me what? Tell me!" He needed to know how much she'd seen so he
could start thinking of a plan to fix things.
 "She kinda saw you dry humping me." Colby said shyly. "And you didn't
stop doing it when she came into the room."
Oh crap. How was he going to explain that? Oh you misunderstood
Sophie! Colby and I were just wrestling on the bed. Easy mistake to make
and not to worry, I am indeed the straightest of men. She wasn't going to
buy that.
"Does it matter that she saw us?" Colby asked.
Ezra knew Colby could be a bit dumb at times but he was just being
naive now. Was he not able to see what could happen if this got out? Did he
not care what his parents would think of him if they knew what they were
up to? "Do you not think it matters?" Ezra asked.
"I don't know. Not to me. Because... well... I... and you... ugh..." he
stumbled with his words for a bit, his face turning pink. "Well, um because,
because don't you want me Ezra?"
More than anything, was Ezra's internal immediate reply but he didn't say
anything. He probably looked like a hungry fish with his mouth hanging
open in shock. Sure, it wasn't a confession or an 'I love you' but this had to
be pretty close, right? He had waited so long for something like this to
happen and yet he was in no position to act on it.
"Maybe I just imagined it or misunderstood what you were saying but I
think I know what I feel. Actually that's not true I don't understand my
feelings at all but I want you, Ezra."
Ezra felt an onslaught of emotions. On the one hand, his heart was doing
somersaults that Colby Williams had said that to him. On the other hand, he
thought of his father and realised that he had corrupted Colby with the same
feelings that he had; and he felt like shit for it. Colby had liked girls before
Ezra had tried to convert him to his lifestyle. Colby doesn't know what he's
saying he's confused, Ezra had confused him, he was sure of it.
"Hey what's wrong?" Colby's voice intercepted his spiralling guilt. He
wrapped his arms around Ezra and hugged him. "Whatever it is you can tell
me, Ezra. I'm here for you."
Ezra wanted to wrap his arms around Colby too. He wanted to let out all
his feelings, To tell him since the moment they met that Ezra had longed for
Colby in ways he couldn't understand before but now he did, to tell him
how hopelessly and desperately Ezra loved him-
-but he couldn't.
 Ezra had done enough damage. He'd confused Colby into liking him and
wanting him sexually. That was it, Colby only wanted him sexually, Ezra
had corrupted him: that's what his father would say.
He pushed Colby away.
"I'm sorry, Colby. I'm sorry I did this to you." Ezra whispered hoarsely.
"What do you mean? You haven't done anything." Colby replied, he
sounded concerned.
Ezra stood up from the sofa and left the house, he could hear Colby
calling out for him to come back, even Brent and Finley tried to shout out to
him but he needed to go. He needed to go before he ruined Colby more than
he already had.
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Chapter 19: The C in Colby stands for Confused

Was that a rejection?

But he didn't say no.
He apologised...
... then left.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!
Colby stood in Brent's doorway, the crisp morning air caressed his face
and was trying to stop his brain from over heating. He'd been standing there
for about twenty minutes just staring out into the street. He wasn't sure why.
Maybe in case Ezra came back or maybe just because he needed some air.
He thought he'd made a break through with his feelings this morning.
After Sophie interrogated him about his relationship with Ezra and how
Colby could no longer deny that he wanted to be able to touch Ezra again,
he realised that he wanted Ezra -to himself. No more pretending he liked
the idea of Ezra dating Sophie. No more bromance when he wanted it
without the 'b'.
He was pretty proud of himself as well. Normally it took him weeks to
figure out he liked somebody. It took him six months to realise he liked
Joanna -not the best decision in hindsight but whatever he moved on- and
that was with the assistance of him mom explaining his feelings to him.
Yep, he was a big boy now. A big boy that knew how he felt. A big boy that
may have just gotten turned down by the bigger boy they like.
But was he rejected? He honestly didn't know.
He asked Ezra "do you want me", he cringed just thinking about how
horny he sounded saying that. To which Ezra replied by apologising to him
and leaving. Ezra said that he did something to Colby but he had no idea
what. Everything they did together was consensual and fun. What could he
be apologising for?
At first, Colby thought Ezra was apologising because Ezra was rejecting
him but surely then he would've said 'I'm sorry I don't feel the same' instead
of 'I'm sorry for doing this to you'. Was 'this' Ezra rejecting him? But surely
not. But maybe. But no. But yes. But no. But yes. But n-
 "Colby? You alright, man?" Finley placed a gentle but firm hand on
Colby's shoulder. He'd been in such high spirits this morning after
managing to bang Brent last night and Colby had heard every single
moment of it. The walls here were too thin. Colby felt kinda guilty for
bringing the mood down with his problems.
Colby didn't turn to face Finley, he kept looking out into the street. A
blonde boy walked up the sidewalk but it wasn't Ezra and it made Colby's
heart sink. "Yeah, I'm- I'm okay." He stood in silence for a moment before
he plucked up the courage to ask Finley, "How do you know if you've been
rejected?"
"Is that what happened this morning?" Finley asked carefully. Colby
could hear Brent singing to the radio in the kitchen, oblivious to the tension,
Brent was sure that Ezra would come back. Ezra had left his car on Brent's
driveway so he didn't really have a choice. The question was how long
would Colby wait for Ezra to return? Should Colby wait at all?
"I don't know." Colby murmured just loud enough for Finley to hear. "It
wasn't some big romantic gesture or anything but I thought it got my point
across. Then he just left. He just left." Even saying it out loud didn't make it
make sense to Colby.
"Wait, what?" Great, Finley was confused too and he was supposed to be
the expert in- gay things. Ugh Colby just didn't know anymore.
"Do you think I should try talking to him again?"
"Yes." Finley said it with such conviction that Colby snapped out of his
daze to stare at him. "He didn't give you an answer, plus... he's seemed
pretty freaked recently so maybe you just caught him at a bad time. I think
it's worth a civil talking to." Finley's serious face morphed into a shit eating
grin. "So... Colby's gotta crush."
"Shut. Up." Colby punched Finley in the arm, his face turning bright red.
*
Okay. So, Colby agreed that he should try and talk to Ezra again. Which
he was going to do! But now he was standing outside of Ezra's house at 6
o'clock in the evening having second thoughts about whether this was a
good idea or not.
He'd promised Finley he wouldn't do anything too stupid but it seemed
like a good idea at the time to come over now and get it over with. He was
so screwed. However, his mother didn't raise a quitter so he knocked on the
door and nearly shit himself when somebody opened it.
 It wasn't Ezra who opened the door but he looked a lot like him. He was
around Ezra' height and had black hair streaked with grey, he looked around
40. His face reminded Colby of those photographs of Victorian men, where
they stare directly at the camera with an emotionless face as hard as stone.
"Can I help you?" The man asked, his voice low and unwelcoming.
"Um... is Ezra home?" Colby asked. Who the hell was this guy?
"And you are?"
"Oh. My name's Colby, Colby Williams. I'm a friend from school." He
probably should've led with that instead of standing on the porch and
demanding Ezra like a freak.
Something flickered in the man's sky blue eyes. "Have you been here
before?" The man asked.
This guy was weird, Colby thought. Colby smiled politely and nodded. "I
was here last weekend, Ezra let me stay over."
The strangest thing happened -or at least an unexpected thing happened.
The man smiled widely and ushered Colby inside. "Come in, come in. I've
just finished making dinner if you would like some food." Colby wasn't
given a chance to respond. "Of course you do. You're a growing boy after
all, always hungry. Even when you shouldn't be." The man's voice was
harsh at the end but he was still smiling.
The man shut the door behind Colby and locked it. Was he about to get
murdered? Because that's what this felt like to him.
"Ezra, look! Your friend has come for dinner." Colby immediately looked
away from the locked door. All thoughts of how to escape the probable
murderer leaving him as he saw the boy that had been consuming his
thoughts for weeks now. He was wearing a tight black shirt with a pair of
denim jeans. He looked straight out of a Calvin Klein photo shoot. "He's
come to see you, isn't that nice?" The way the man said it sounded like a
threat and it must've been working because Ezra looked terrified.
Did Colby seem like a stalker right now? It hadn't really occurred to him
earlier but it was weird to show up uninvited. Damn it! Why couldn't he
ever think things through before he did them?
"Hey Ezra." Colby greeted timidly. This was such a bad idea. Why hadn't
Finley tried to stop him?
"Hey..." Ezra muttered, he was still frozen in place on the stairs. "...I
didn't know you were coming over."
 "Surprise?" Colby awkwardly laughed. The atmosphere was thick with
unspoken tension.
Ezra managed to compose himself and come down the rest of the stairs.
"What's for dinner, dad?" He asked.
This guy was Ezra's dad? That- that- that made a lot of sense now that he
thought about it. Colby tried to subtly bang his hand against his head in
hopes that that would get his brain cells to start working.
"Lasagna. You like meat, don't you Colby?" That's a weird way of
phrasing it, Colby thought.
"Yep, love meat." But who was he to judge how someone spoke.
They walked in silence into the dining room with Ezra's dad keeping a
firm hand on Colby's shoulder. He shoved Colby down in a chair and gave
Ezra a weird look before he left the room.
Ezra sat in the chair next to Colby but seemed to be keeping a distance
from him as he shuffled his chair away. Ezra didn't look at Colby, he kept
his eyes trained on the silverware that was already set out on the table but
only for two.
"So-" Colby tried to break the ice.
"Why are you here?" Ezra's voice was quiet but aggressive. Colby was
really beginning to hate his choice in coming here.
"I- um, I wanted to see you."
"Why?"
That struck a nerve with Colby. "What do you mean 'why'? You know
why! You just stormed off without... without answering my question."
"What question is this?" Asked Ezra's dad as he walked back into the
room carrying a tray of lasagna. Colby hadn't heard him weak in, the guy
was as silent as a ninja. Ezra didn't answer him and Colby was too confused
by how quiet he was to answer him either. "Well?"
"Colby asked me..." Ezra began, "... which university I was thinking of
going to."
"He came all the way here at 6 o'clock at night-," since when was 6
o'clock considered night? "-to ask you that? Almost sounds unbelievable."
Ezra's dad was still smiling creepily, as if something about this situation
was almost entertaining for him. Ezra's dad cut each of them a slice and
gave Colby a plate and cutlery.
"So, Colby." Said Ezra's dad. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
 "No I don't, Mr Dickinson." Colby responded, the question caused Ezra
to visibly tense.
"A boyfriend then? And please call me Steven."
"Nope, I don't have a boyfriend either." He mentally added a hopeful 'yet'
to his sentence and glanced bashfully at Ezra who looked like he was about
to puke.
"But you would consider having one? A boyfriend I mean." The smile
from Steven's face dropped back into a solemn look.
Colby tried not to judge people too harshly based on first impressions but
there was something so fundamentally off about Steven that it made the
entire house feel uncomfortable. When it had just been him and Ezra at the
house, sure it felt empty but there was nothing unpleasant about it.
However, the house felt entirely different with Steven's presence. The house
felt colder, more hostile and extremely unwelcoming. Ezra had said that his
dad was almost never home -it was just Colby's luck to catch Steven when
he was.
"I mean, yeah, I would consider getting a boyfriend." From Steven's sour
face it didn't look like Colby answered correctly. "Gender doesn't really
matter to me." Ezra looked shocked by his answer and stared at Colby.
"How very modern of you. If you don't mind me asking, what were you
and my son up to when you slept round last weekend?" Steven asked, he
hadn't even touched his lasagna yet, his focus solely on Colby.
"What were we up to?" He thought back to when he was round. "Well we
watched a horror movie together, I think it was Halloween and then-,"
Colby had given him a blowjob, but best not to mention, "we ordered pizza
and then we just got ready for bed."
"You two shared a bed?" Steven asked
What an obvious question, Colby though. Of course they were in the
same bed, how else could they have multiple rounds of excellent sex. "Yep.
Top and tailed it." At one point in the night, they technically did, but they
weren't sleeping when it happened.
"And you just slept in it?"
They did fall asleep after they were properly worn out. "Yep, just slept
until it was time to go to football. Ezra and I bunked together there too, with
two other people of course. That was a rough weekend, I was so sore by the
end of it."
 "I hope you've rested up since." Steven poked at his food without ever
taking a bite. "Do you know a Reverend MacDonald?"
"Yeah, he's my friend Sophie's dad. I've met him a few times." Colby
said, he glanced at Ezra. Oh boy, if Ezra looked like he was going to puke
before, he looked like he was about to drop dead at that moment.
"He came up to me in the convenience store today, was telling me about
how close his daughter thought you and Ezra were at this party she went to.
I didn't realise you two were such good friends? Even recommended an
interesting Summer camp for Ezra to go to." Steven said
"Dad." Ezra suddenly spoke up. "It's not-"
"Hush, Ezra. I was talking to Colby."
Did Colby miss something? He had a really strong gut instinct right now
telling him he'd missed something big, like really big and he was too dumb
to catch onto it.
"Yeah, Ezra and I were at the same party together. I'd say we're pretty
close." That was the best response he could think of as he tried to figure out
what had gone over his head that Ezra and Steven were in on. Did Colby
look weird or something. Did he have something stuck in his teeth? Was he
on a prank show? He looked around but there wasn't any secret cameras.
"So it would seem." Was all Steven said as the rest of the meal was
finished in silence. Only the sound of forks and knives scraping against
plates was left.
"Which summer camp did the Reverend recommend? Was it the same
one Sophie went to?"
Steven looked up from his meal with disgust. "He sent his own daughter
there?" The metal fork clinked against the table as he put it down. There
was an odd moment of silence as Steven glanced quickly from Ezra back
then to anywhere else in the room. "I," he paused, "I would never go that
far."
Ezra didn't look up, he didn't say anything. His gaze remained firmly on
his own dinner that he hadn't taken a bite off.
Steven glanced at Colby. "You remind me of an old friend."
The conversation died in those few words.
After dinner Steven kept mentioning how late it was and how worried
Colby's mother must be. Colby wasn't the sharpest tool in the box but he
knew when someone was telling him to fuck off. Luckily Ezra had
volunteered to drive him home once Colby explained that he didn't have his
own license because he'd failed his driving test six times and his parents
were sick of paying for him to resit it.
The ride began as quiet as dinner had been, but Colby had a question to
ask and unrelenting drive to ask it.
"Will you go on a date with me!" Colby suddenly shouted. The sudden
noise causing Ezra's car to swerve wildly in the road before he regained
control.
"What?" Ezra asked, frantically glancing between the road and Colby.
"Well, you know, do you wanna like hang out some time, but not in a
friend way in a possibly romantic way." Colby applauded himself on what a
smooth talker he was, NOT.
Ezra pulled over to the side of the road, his hands gripping the wheel
turning his knuckles white. "Listen, Colby. I know that this is my fault for
leading you into this-" Colby could feel a rejection coming. Had he really
misread the situation that badly. It was pretty embarrassing. "-but you don't
know how your feeling. I've confused you with my sexual advances."
"What?" That was not the rejection he was expecting. "I'm not confused."
"Yes you are. I've confused you, I've influenced you into thinking your
into guys when you're not-"
"But I am into guys, I'm into you."
"-you're attracted to girls, you always have been. You were obsessed with
Joanna before I got involved and your going to grow up one day-"
"I'm not into Joanna, that's in the past. I'm into you."
"-and your going to have a wife and kids and... and your going to be
embarrassed that you ever acted this way and..."
"SHUT UP!" Colby screamed, he tore Ezra's hands off the steering wheel
and held them in his own. "I am not confused. In fact this is the least
confused I've ever been. I know that I'm not academically smart or street
smart or emotionally smart or people smart or... I'm not that clever, but I
know how I feel right now and I," he took a deep breath, "I really like you
Ezra and I don't want you to date Sophie. I want you to go out... with me."
Colby tried to look sincere and brave on the outside, but on the inside he
was about ready to sprint away from the car, move to a different country,
change his name and pretend he wasn't about to get rejected by the first boy
he'd ever had feeling for.
"But... but... what about... really?" Ezra didn't believe it.
"Yes, really."
 "But boys aren't supposed to date other boys."
"What are you talking about? What about Finely and Brent?" Asked
Colby.
"They're different." Ezra replied simply.
"Different, how?"
"I don't know, they can do that."
"So why can't you?"
Ezra didn't respond. Colby could feel him squeezing his hands tightly.
"Tomorrow? After school? We can go on a date, catch a movie or
something? Just say yes." Colby added with a cheeky grin.
Ezra didn't respond to that either but he did nod slowly and unsurely but
that was enough for Colby. He leant in and kissed Ezra on the cheek.
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Shoutout to Eunice01 for all your comments!
And thank you to AndrewHass for being the first person to read the
story when chapter one first came out.
Means the world to me, thank you xx
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Chapter 20: Teenage dream

"So, let me get this straight." Finley began with an exasperated sigh. "Even
though I told you SIX TIMES not to do anything irrational or stupid. You
decided it was a good idea to go to Ezra's house immediately after I told
you that. Late at night. You then had dinner with his dad, which was
extremely awkward- which might be because he WASN'T EXPECTING
GUESTS! And then when you overstayed your welcome, you got Ezra to
drive you home and then asked him out in his car -even though he had
possibly rejected you earlier that day; and he said..."
"And he said yes!" Exclaimed Colby. "Well I had to talk him round a bit
but he nodded his head which is body language for yes!"
Finley stared at Colby the same way a teacher stares at a student that is in
no way intelligent enough to be in the class. "I should've known you'd do
something stupid. Why did I even bother telling you to use your brain for
once?" Finley shoved his face into his hands and let out a loud sigh.
"Are you angry?" Colby asked. He had come to terms that going to Ezra's
house yesterday may have been a bad idea but it worked out for the best.
No need to dwell on the awkward past when Colby was pretty excited about
the future.
Finley's shoulders began to shake as his face was still buried in his hands.
At first, Colby thought he was crying until he could hear small chuckles
being muffled by Finley's hands. "No, man." Finley dropped his hands to
reveal a broad smile that was erupting in laughter. "I'm not angry. I really
should've known you'd do something like this. It's just so stupid and so
you."
Colby didn't know how to feel about that. It had come to his attention
recently that more often than not when people said the name 'Colby' they
related it to the word 'stupid', which seemed completely unfair to him.
"I am not stupid." Colby stated. "It was all part of my master plan. I'm
five- no ten moves ahead of everyone else, y'all just don't know it."
That only seemed to make Finley laugh harder. "Oh for sure, man. I
believe you." He took a few deep breaths and regained a bit of composure.
"So what kind of stuff did his dad ask you anyway?"
"He was kinda weird. The meal was really tense and awkward even
though he kept smiling the entire time. At one point he asked me if I 'liked
meat' and if I had a boyfriend. Maybe Ezra told him I'm a vegetarian."
"Bro, he was sussing you out!" Finley exclaimed.
"What does that mean?"
"It means he was trying to figure out if you were gay or not and if you
are gunning for his son. Watch out, man. Sounds like he's got his eyes on
you. That's kind of funny."
"How is that funny?" Colby asked. He hadn't realised he was being
sussed out. Was that why Ezra was so tense the entire time? Fucks sake,
maybe he was stupid.
"It's funny because he's Ezra Dickinson." Finley said, Colby wasn't
following. "His last name is Dickinson and his dad is mad at you because
you're trying to get your dick-in-his-son, you know Dickinson." Colby still
didn't react to Finley. "Whatever. My comedic genius is wasted on you
people."
"That doesn't make any sense, I've never put my dick in his son, he's
always put his dick in me. His last name should be DickinColby." Colby
explained in all seriousness. Finley erupted back into a laughing fit.
"What's so funny?" Colby looked up to find Brent walking towards them.
For such a tall guy he moved really quietly. Brent sat next to Finley who
wrapped his arms around Brent's waist and kissed his neck in between his
small giggles and Brent smiled like a love struck fool at his actions. Colby
couldn't help but imagine himself and Ezra acting like that towards each
other, but that was probably jumping the gun considering they still hadn't
gone on their first date... yet.
Now that he thought about it, him and Ezra were doing this whole
relationship thing in a really weird order. First they didn't like each other,
then they had sex, then they broke up and now they were going on their first
date. Not the typical order relationships go in.
"Colby's going on a date today, after he pretty much stalked the person
into going out with him." Finley said trying to stifle his own laugh.
"I'm not stalking him!" Colby exclaimed.
"Oh? Is this your date with Ezra?" Brent asked.
Huh? Since when did Brent know. It made sense that he knew, he was
Ezra's best friend after all, but Ezra had never mentioned it before. In fact,
he was adamant that Colby couldn't tell anyone so it was a bit ironic for him
to go tell Brent.
"Who did you hear that from?" Colby genuinely had no idea whether
Ezra had kept their relationship to himself or not.
"From Ezra." Said Brent. "He was telling me all about it last night. He's
got so many plans: fancy dinner date, bouquet of flowers, trip to the circus."
Two out of three of those things sounded nice, (though, Colby was more
of a sunflower person himself) but Ezra did not mention a circus. "A circus?
With like, clowns and shit?"
"Aw, maybe he's taking you to meet his family." Finley joked.
"Yep." Brent nodded. "Ezra's family are circus performers on his mother's
side, he's been to training become a strong man since he was ten." Colby
could believe that, Ezra was buff. "He'll probably try and get you involved
with something while you're there. You could become the lion tamer, they
need a new one of those since the last one got eaten."
Oh god, Colby was pretty sure he was going to cry. He didn't have what it
took to become a lion tamer, he hated cats and they hated him. His own pet
cat bit him all the time and pissed on his stuff whenever it got the chance.
How far was he willing to go for love? He wasn't sure he could go that far.
Colby the lion tamer didn't even have a ring to it. He was doomed!
"I can't." Colby whined. "I thought we were just going to do a movie and
dinner or something. I can't run away with the circus, my mom would kill
me." Great, he was going to lose Ezra forever all because he couldn't get
along with cats.
"I was kidding." Said Brent.
Colby wiped away his tears. What did Brent just say?
"You were kidding?" Asked Finley, equally as confused as Colby. "You
sounded very serious when you said it."
Brent looked quite embarrassed. "I thought we were making jokes about
Colby and Ezra being together. I overheard your DickinColby joke and
thought I'd join in. Wait, are you serious? Does Ezra have his-" Brent made
a circle with one hand and attempted to put a finger through it with the
other hand, he couldn't do it, he got too embarrassed and put his hands
away.
"Pfft, no. Of course not. Me and Ezra? As if. No way José. Absolutely
not. Gross."
 "Oh my god, you're actually going on a date with him." Exclaimed Brent.
"He... he didn't tell me." Brent stared at Colby in silent disbelief, he didn't
say anything.
Finley was the first to interrupt the heavy silence, he was looking at
something behind Colby. "Since when did Sophie become friends with
Joanna and them lot?"
Colby turned around and sure enough, Sophie was sitting at a cafeteria
table with Joanna and some other girls that Colby didn't really know. He
recognised a few of them as girls from the cheerleading squad, some were
in the same classes as Colby and the rest were friends of Joanna's that he'd
met while they were dating. He remembered Joanna's friends always used
to make weird comments about Joanna's love for Colby and laugh at him
behind his back; he never thought much of it before but after what Ezra and
Finley had told him, he now knew why they acted that way.
"By the way, is everything good between you and Soph, man?" Finley
asked.
"Huh?" Colby was drawn out of his memories of his relationship with
Joanna. "We had a fight at Brent's party but that's about it. Why do you
ask?"
"Because she came up to me this morning and asked what time you got
back home from the party." Finely loosened his grip around Brent's waist
without actually letting go.
"She's worried about me. She thinks I'm messing things up for myself
and that somebody is going to stop us from being friends. I don't really get
it, but it's stressing her out." Colby hadn't thought much about their fight.
Yeah she said some weird and pretty mean things but they were still friends
in the end, or at least he thought so. There had to be a reasonable
explanation for whatever was going on with her.
"Maybe she's afraid you're pushing your gay agenda onto Ezra." Finley
laughed.
Gay agenda? What did that even mean? Was he supposed to have a gay
agenda to be bisexual? Did he not qualify to be bisexual without a gay
agenda? Did you need qualifications to be bisexual? He hadn't realised
sexuality was so complicated. Colby nodded his head in agreement at
Finley.
"So," Finley began trying to lighten the mood as Brent still wasn't talking
and Colby was considering the requirements he might need to be considered
bisexual, "what are you going to do on your date?"
"Are you sure it's a date?" Brent interjected. "Not just two guys hanging
out." He looked very confused and slightly hurt.
Is the circus real?"
"No, of course not."
"Thank goodness, I don't want to get eaten by lions. Tigers maybe, but
definitely not lions." That was one less thing to worry about. "Do you think
that he thinks it's just a casual thing? Should I go talk to him to clarify?"
"I'll go ask him." Brent stood up from the table and removed himself
from Finley's grasp. He walked out the cafeteria with the urgent pace of a
man on a mission.
Once Brent was gone and Finley had nothing left to distract him, he
turned back to Colby and with all seriousness asked him: "Did you think the
circus thing was real?"
"Yes, I didn't know Brent knew how to lie."
"Exactly. At first, I was like, this is way too ridiculous to be real, but I
also thought Brent was way too pure to lie."
"He's really nice. You're really lucky, Fin."
"Thanks. Ezra's going to kill us."
"Oh yeah, we are so dead."
"So what are you planning for this date?"
"The classic," Colby said, "movie and dinner. Works every time." He
added with a smug smile. Truthfully, he'd only ever gone on dates with
Joanna but it'd worked on her.
"Dude, the movie theatre was shut down on Friday." Finely laughed.
"What? Why?"
"Bug infestation and health violations, apparently some kid got some
nasty disease from eating the popcorn. If you still want to do a movie, why
not do it at your house? You know, the old Netflix and chill." Finley winked
at him. "Now that works every time."
"Geez, who died and made you the king of dates." Said Colby, playfully
kicking Finley's leg under the table.
"What's this about dates?" The soft voice startled Colby and from
Finley's sour expression, it could only be one person.
"I'm going on a date today, Soph." Colby replied calmly, looking up at
Sophie. Her hair was tied up in that super tight ponytail that all the
cheerleaders wore and she was wearing her cheerleading uniform with it.
 "Oh," Sophie's smile faltered a bit, "who with?"
"Maybe we should go find Brent." Finley interrupted.
"You're very close to him these days." Sophie said sweetly, "but you
should be careful, don't want people getting the wrong idea."
"And what wrong idea is that exactly?" Finley scowled.
"Well, that you two are dating of course. It would completely put off any
girls who'd want to date you and then, how would you live a fulfilling and
happy high school life?"
"You should get a girlfriend then, if they are the key to a happy high
school career." Sophie blushed with fury at his comment.
"I'm just giving you good advice that this phase you're going through
won't make you happy. My parents told me so and Ezra knows it too."
Sophie nervously glanced at Colby. "Your wasting your time and possibly
effecting your life with these ideas." She grinned to herself as if she had just
won an argument but Colby was just confused about what she was arguing
about. "You should try talking to Joanna again, Colby. She's single and she
says she kinda misses you."
Colby started laughing. "I don't know what you're on right now, Soph, but
give me some because you are making no sense." Joanna? Miss Colby? Get
back together with her? That was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard all
day, even more ridiculous than Finley's Dickinson joke. Sophie kept
looking back at her table, Joanna was glaring at her from across the distance
and the girls surrounding her all watched Sophie. He lowered his voice to a
whisper. "Are they putting you up to this?"
"Don't be silly. They're my friends."
"I'm your friend too."
She smiled at him. "I'll talk to you later." She turned and returned back to
the table, the gaggle of girls waiting for her instantly swarmed her. They
would all ask Sophie a question then glance at Finley and Colby.
"What the fuck was that?" Colby muttered.
"Don't know, don't care." Said Finley.
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"I didn't realise you were serious." Ezra said, his face matching the surprise
in his words.
"Of course I was serious. Did you think I was joking?" Colby grabbed
Ezra's hands and kept them in a strong grip in case he tried to wiggle free.
It's not that he was forcing him to stay there but he didn't want Ezra running
off before they could talk a little.
Finley and Colby had managed to find Brent before the lunch period had
ended but not Ezra. So Colby had patiently -and kinda stalkishly- waited by
Ezra's car for him to come out of school. Ezra had looked shocked to see
Colby waiting for him as if he'd completely forgotten about their agreed
date for today, it wounded Colby a little that Ezra wasn't into it as much as
he was but he was sure that was something he could make up for tonight.
"Yeah, kind of." Ezra replied. "I mean- after what happened a while ago."
Ezra averted his gaze to the tarmac and Colby realised he was talking about
the week that they spent together being 'friends-with-benefits' before Colby
was forced to come clean that he was doing it all for a pretty elaborate
revenge scheme. It was stupid and had cost him the closeness and contact
he had built up with Ezra in such a short amount of time. He wouldn't make
the same mistake again!
"Well, I was being serious." Colby stepped closer to Ezra, "do you still
want to go?" He internally scolded himself for being so timid when he
asked that, surely now was the time to show confidence, not reservation.
Ezra glanced around at his surroundings then let out a heavy sigh. "This
isn't some stupid revenge plot?"
"Absolutely not."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay then." Colby hadn't realised how wide he was smiling until his
cheeks began to physically ache. "What's the plan?" Ezra asked.
Colby stopped smiling. It would be a stretch to say he had a plan. Never
in his life, no matter what he was doing or how important the thing he was
doing was, he never had the brain power to come up with a coherent and
functional plan. So he suggested what Finley said. Finley was much more
put together than Colby and had a good relationship with Brent, therefore
he must know what he's doing.
"Well I was going to take you to the movie theatre but apparently that's
being fumigated so wanna just come round to mine and eat a shit tonne of
candy on my sofa?" Ezra chuckled at him so Colby assumed he must've
been doing something right.
"Sounds good to me."
"What kind of movies do you like?" Colby asked.
Ezra thought for a second. "I like horror movies and westerns."
Colby could've guessed the horror bit considering the amount of horror
DVDs Ezra had at his house. Colby had never watched a western movie
before, he never really went through a cowboy phase, but the idea of Ezra
in a cowboy hat with no shirt on and some denim trousers with big leather
boots was very appealing.
Ezra drove the two of them to the convenience store to grab some
popcorn, slushies and any other sugary treats they wanted. Colby also
wanted some lube and condoms just in case things get a bit... heated later
on. On the way, Colby explained the embarrassing stories that came from
each of his failed driving tests. Some stories ranging from nearly hitting an
old lady crossing the road to driving away from the police when they tried
to pull him over for driving too fast -for some reason he thought the police
were legally not allowed to intervene with learner drivers so he just kept on
going. Each story made Ezra laugh more and more so he didn't really mind
reliving the embarrassing memories.
The two boys were deciding what flavour of popcorn to get when a pair
of girls came up to them. They couldn't have been older than twenty and
both of them were very pretty. One had brown hair and the other blonde.
"Hey guys." The blonde one greeted. "We were just on our way to the
lake to have a few drinks with some friends, wanna come?" She bit her
bottom lip and looked up at Ezra in particular through her long lashes.
"Sorry we've already got plans." Colby replied.
"Oh? What are you up to?" The brunette asked.
"We're on a date." Ezra said and laced his fingers with Colby's and pulled
him closer. The girls looked shocked, but not nearly as shocked as Colby.
 "Oh my god, really sorry." The blonde started to apologise. "We didn't
realise you two were together. Sorry for interrupting. Have fun!" The girls
turned around and left in a hurry looking slightly embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Ezra asked.
"Oh, nothing." Colby muttered, his cheeks heating up. "We're on a date.
That I asked you on." Colby internally patted himself on the back for doing
something right.
"Yeah." Said Ezra, his face turning into a smile and he squeezed Colby's
hand a little.
Colby was going to smile back but then he spotted a very strange woman
peeking at them from behind a large shelf of cereals and chips. She looked
to be an old woman with her grey hair cut short and she was wearing a blue
cardigan that fell to her knees. She also had a pair of red horned glasses on.
All in all she was a very strange looking old lady. What was even stranger
was how intensely she was observing Colby and Ezra. Her eyes glanced up
from Colby and Ezra's entangled hands and met Colby's eyes. She darted
away when she realised she'd been caught.
"It's not even dark yet and the freaks are already out." Colby mumbled to
himself as he watched the old lady hide behind a different shelf.
"What'd you say?" Asked Ezra as he picked out a bag of salted popcorn.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Ezra looked at him strangely but didn't
press him for answers whilst Colby kept an eye on the old lady. He didn't
like the way she constantly watched them. He wanted to get Ezra out of her
sight quickly in case she had some sort of meat cleaver hidden under that
blue cardigan of hers.
Colby paid for all the stuff -Ezra kept on trying to pay for it but Colby
was gentleman no matter who he was taking on a date- and then they drove
to Colby's house.
Colby looked for a movie to watch on the TV in his living room whilst
Ezra heated up the popcorn.
He looked through the Western movies collections and saw some he
knew like 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' and some he'd never even
heard of. He settled on one called 'Brokeback Mountain' because it looked
like the stereotypical cowboys movie that Ezra might like.
Colby set up his sofa with blankets and pillows and arranged all their
diabetes-inducing snack collection on a near by coffee table. He dimmed
the lights a bit and tried to look natural but sexy at the same time.
 It wasn't really working but the effort was put in.
Ezra came and sat down next to Colby and then the movie began.
Fuck, Colby didn't remember being remotely this nervous when they'd
watched a movie at Ezra's house.
His palms were sweaty and his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
He kept trying to think of ways to get some physical contact with Ezra.
Nothing sexual yet. Maybe a nice hand hold or the classic arm over the
shoulders. However, it was like his body didn't even know how to do these
basic functions anymore.
Just seeing Ezra's handsome face glowing from the light of the TV made
his heart beat faster and his brain turn to mush.
"I think I recognise this movie but I'm not entirely sure." Ezra mumbled
while squinting at the TV.
Colby hadn't been paying any attention to the movie as he was too
distracted. Why couldn't he remember how to be slick enough to hold
someone's hand? It's not that difficult!
'Just need to do it in one swift movement' Colby thought.
He was about to swing his arm around Ezra when loud and deep moans
erupted from the TV. He looked up to find the two male leads of the movie
going at it.
"I do recognise the movie." Said Ezra, he chuckled. "It was a bit of a...
sexual awakening of mine when I was younger. I only remember this scene
though."
Colby's face felt like it was on fire. Of course he would accidentally put
on a cowboy movie with an intense gay sex scene. His luck really was the
worst.
Ezra leaned in and kissed him.
Or maybe he had the best luck in the world.
The kiss surprised Colby for a second but he swiftly began to kiss Ezra
back, like hell he was about to miss this chance.
Colby hadn't realised how much he missed just kissing Ezra. His lips
were always surprisingly soft which contrasted the dominance he could
display through such a simple act.
Ezra placed his hands under Colby's shirt and took it off of him, Colby let
the action happen, only breaking their kiss for a brief moment before it
resumed. His hands then moved to both of Colby's shoulders and rolled him
back to lie down on the sofa. Colby closed his eyes but could still feel
Ezra's toned and hard chest pressed against his own.
Ezra pulled away from the kiss even when Colby unconsciously chased
him for a moment. He moved his lips to Colby's neck- getting all the places
that he'd learned made Colby squirm. He then moved lower to his chest and
teased one of Colby's nipples by rolling it gently between his teeth and
flicking it with his tongue. He then went lower again and sprinkled light
kisses down to Colby's clothed erection.
Colby moaned -or at least he thought he did- he couldn't really tell
whether he was moaning or whether it was the men on his TV.
"Did" kiss "you" kiss "think" kiss "I wouldn't notice you slipping lube
and condoms into the shopping basket and then putting on Brokeback
Mountain." Ezra smirked mischievously at Colby. "You're not very slick."
Ezra continued to tease Colby through his jeans.
"Please Ezra." Colby panted, face flushed with crimson.
"Please, what?" Ezra asked innocently.
Colby wondered whether Ezra had always been this playful and teasing.
He was not not into it.
"Please Ezra," Colby begged, "please touch me more."
Colby was afraid Ezra would tease him again but much to his relief Ezra
fully removed Colby's jeans, discarded them and took Colby's dick into his
mouth.
Colby froze in pleasure when he was engulfed in that hot moist mouth. It
took all his willpower not to start bucking his hips into Ezra's face. He
covered his own mouth with his hand to try and muffle the embarrassing
sounds he was making.
Ezra didn't like that though and removed Colby's hand and gave him a
pointed look not to do it again. " I want to hear you." He said simply before
going back down on Colby.
Ezra increased his pace and sucked harder on Colby. The pressure was
mind melting and he couldn't say any coherent words so he moaned loudly
instead.
" I'm going to cum." Colby announced. He said it just to warn Ezra, he
wasn't expecting the guy to completely remove his mouth from around
Colby.
"Wh- why? What?" Colby rambled unintelligently.
 "You went to the effort of bringing lubes and condoms." Ezra replied.
"It'd be a shame to put them to waste now." Ezra winked.
Colby didn't feel too worried about the whole penetration thing again.
They'd done it once, he was sure they could easily do it again.
Ezra lubed his fingers and inserted them one by one into Colby. The
sensation was much more pleasurable than the first time Ezra had done it,
as Ezra already knew where Colby's prostate was so quickly and gently
went for it.
He was feeling confident about going all the way.
Colby gave Ezra the all clear to put a condom on and begin. He eagerly
spread his legs wider and elevated his hips slightly. He'd done it before so
could simply do it again.
Ezra pushed the top of his dick into Colby...
... FUCK THAT HURT.
Colby bit his bottom lip and screwed his eyes shut to prevent himself
from screaming out in pain. Abort, abort, it hurt just as much as it had done
the first time.
"Are you okay." Ezra asked, running his fingers along Colby's jaw
tenderly.
"Yep," Colby said a bit too forcefully. "Maybe... maybe slow down a bit."
Ezra did just that and slowly slid more and more into Colby. Colby let
out a moan but whether it was pain or pleasure, he couldn't really tell.
Eventually, Ezra carefully began to rock his hips back and forth. It
actually made the pain lessen as it gradually transformed into the mind
numbing pleasure he remembered it being.
He grasped Ezra's biceps for support and began to push himself onto Ezra
until their pivoting bodies became in sync, Ezra's thrusts being met by
Colby's pushes. Ezra began to move faster.
Colby couldn't have controlled his moans even if he wanted to. He felt
like he was burning up from the inside and he wanted to be entirely
swallowed by these flames of pleasure.
He peeked his eyes open and was greeted to a hot and sweaty Ezra
panting and groaning above him, pistoning himself into Colby like he'd
never be able to touch him again. Those sky blues focused only on Colby;
and Colby couldn't help but love being held so desperately by Ezra.
Colby palmed his dick in time with each of Ezra's thrusts that were still
increasing with speed and strength.
 "I'm going to-" he wasn't able to finish that sentence as he came across
his own chest.
Ezra thrusted into Colby for a few moments longer before he too released
himself into him.
Colby felt like he was made of jelly as he tried to catch his breath. Ezra
was panting too but was managing to hold himself up with his arms still.
Ezra pulled himself out of Colby and disposed of the user condom in a
nearby trash can and grabbed some paper towels to wipe Colby's chest
clean. Once it was clean, Ezra draped a blanket over the top of them and
flopped down on top of Colby so that his head was resting on Colby's chest.
Colby smiler at the thoughtful actions and ran his fingers through Ezra's
blonde hair.
"What time is it?" Ezra asked.
Colby reached for his phone and looked. "6:45."
Huh. That time kind of rang a bell with him, like it was important or
something. His brain was still overloaded with pleasure.
He soon realised why that time was so important when his dad swung
open the living room door and yelled "I'm home."
It took Colby's dad a moment to register that his only son was lying
naked on the sofa with his favourite student wrapped in his arms as two gay
cowboys made out on the TV.

Hi everyone!
Sorry for the late update again, been unexpectedly busy and now I'm
visiting family so I haven't exactly had much free time but I didn't
want to keep you waiting any longer. <3
My new story is on hold atm because I feel I can't quite get it right
yet but I'm probably being too much of a perfectionist.
Shoutout to Uileumdaum for allowing me to personally message
them to ask them what they think of the series so far. I didn't actually
know private messages were a thing but they're pretty fun to use.
As always, Thank you for reading this and hope you enjoy xx
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me into doing it. 😂💕

write new chapters. Love you for encouraging me to write by bugging

Colby's brain stopped functioning the moment he made eye contact with
his dad.
He remembered the time his dad had found his porn history before Colby
had learnt how to clear his search engine. It had been humiliating and one
of the most embarrassing moments of his life. He remembered that at the
time, his dad had been just as awkward about it as he tried to give Colby the
good old birds and the bees talk, which neither party enjoyed speaking
about or listening to. That reminded him of what was happening right now.
Except now, it was a thousand times worse.
Colby was lying naked with only Ezra's (thankfully) clothed body and a
blanket to cover himself. He hadn't heard his dad enter the house or even
open the door. Just in one moment he was peacefully running his hands
through Ezra's hair, and then the next his dad entered the room and was now
staring at him with a face far beyond the expression of shock. Colby
couldn't see Ezra's face from the way their bodies were piled on each other
but he knew Ezra was shocked as well from how tense he felt, his whole
body frozen like stone.
"What..." his dad said quietly, "what are you boys up to?" His dad still
looked beyond shocked but he also looked like he was trying to process the
situation now. "Hi Ezra." His dad greeted.
"Hello Mr Williams." Ezra replied carefully.
"We were just..." shit, how was Colby supposed to explain this? Maybe
he could convince his dad that he was wearing underwear and that he wasn't
actually naked. But then how would he explain how he got stripped down
into his underwear? He could say that him and Ezra were just doing some
very heterosexual, very friendly wrestling and then it got too hot so Colby
had to take off his clothes to cool down. Yeah, that could work. "We were
wrestling." Colby said with confidence.
 Ezra's eyes snapped up to him like he thought Colby was a moron for
saying that. Didn't that idiot realise he was trying to save their asses?
His dad's eyes drifted to the coffee table in front of the couch, Colby
looked over too. Fuck. On the table was the lube, the box of condoms they
had used and Colby's underwear.
"I can see you've been wrestling." His father said. His father blinked a
few times then looked at Colby. "Get dressed so we can um... talk about
this." With that his father left the room to no doubt prepare some sort of
speech on safe sex or gay relationships or something else that you'd rather
die then talk to your dad about.
He felt Ezra's body get even tenser -if that was physically possible- and
his breathing became rushed and uneven. "Oh god." He panted, "he's going
to kill us."
"Nah. He's just going to give us a lecture." Colby put his hands over his
face and groaned loudly. "This is so embarrassing! He's going to tell mom
too and she's going to tell everybody."
Ezra's body shot up like a rocket and he pinned Colby's wrists down next
to his head, straddling Colby's waist. If Colby wasn't aware that his dad was
probably in the other room, he would totally be into this. Except, maybe not
due to the panic that had engulfed Ezra's face. Ezra's hands even trembling
a little as he kept Colby pinned down.
"Ezra, what's wrong?" Colby asked softly, genuinely concerned for him.
"What's wrong? We were just caught by your father in a very-
compromising position and now you're saying that your mom is going to
tell everybody. Who's everybody? Because I don't want everybody to know."
"It'll be fine." Colby tried to reassure but Ezra still looked panicked and
very frustrated.
"No, it's not fine!" Ezra gripped his hair in his hands in a tight hold and
looked around frantically. "If my father hears about this... hell, I don't even
know what he'll do."
Colby sat up and grabbed the sides of Ezra's face so that he was forced to
look Colby directly in the eyes. "It. Will. Be. Fine. My parents are not
assholes, my dad will lecture us for a bit, my mom will tease us but if you
tell them not to tell anyone then it will not leave this house. I promise."
Ezra calmed down slightly but not a lot. "Okay. Let's get this over with
then." Ezra took a deep breath before getting off the sofa and helping Colby
find his clothes to put back on. He also cleaned up the food and hid the lube
and the condoms this time.
Once Colby was dressed and the room was cleaned they decided to go
talk to Colby's dad. Ezra's face was pale and he appeared as though he was
going to vomit at any second. Colby leaned forward and kissed him sweetly
on the cheek.
"It'll be fine." Colby whispered into his ear.
They left the room and found Colby's dad sitting at the kitchen table. His
dad looked like he was deep in thought with his brows furrowed and his
face resting in his hands, propped up by his elbows on the table. His dad
looked similar to Colby with his dark hair and dark eyes but their
personalities greatly differed. His dad was a patient man who thought things
through before he did anything and was extremely emotionally intelligent;
it was his kind nature that made him one of the most popular teachers in the
school, often being a trusted confidant of students who needed to talk about
their problems. Colby did not share his dad's calm mindset.
His dad looked up at them as they entered and he gestured to the dining
room chairs on the opposite side of the table that he was sitting on. "Please,
sit down boys." His dad said.
Colby and Ezra did just that. Ezra looked even paler than before now that
he was sitting in front of Colby's dad. Colby subtly brushed his hand against
Ezra's then interlocked their fingers so that they were secretly holding hands
under the table. Ezra gave him a small smile for that.
"Now," said Colby's dad, "protection is very important when it comes
to... sexual intercourse, no matter what gender the pair are. So I'm glad to
see that you boys were using it." His dad paused and his expression became
uncomfortable. "I just think... that maybe... you could've told your mom and
I that you two were engaged in a relationship before you... did the Devil's
tango in the family living room."
"Devil's tango? Really dad? Just say sex, you're making this much more
awkward than it needs to be." Colby grimaced.
"I am trying to stay professional by using euphemistic terms such as
knocking boots-" his dad explained
"Having sex." Colby interrupted.
"-or bumping uglies-"
"Sex."
"-or two person push ups-"
 "Sex."
"-or Netflix and chill, whatever the kids are saying these days."
Oof, that was what Finley had called it but he was too much on a roll to
stop annoying his dad. "Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex-"
"Alright!" His dad yelled. "You two were having sex in the family living
room that is a communal space for all of us. It's not very appropriate." He
kind of had a point there.
Colby hadn't really considered moving to a different room once Ezra
started kissing him, his mind turned to mush and all he could think about
was being with Ezra. He was a horny teenage boy, could you really blame
him?
"Not only that, you didn't even tell your mom or I that not only were you
attracted to men -which there is nothing wrong with, I've always been a
firm supporter of the lgbtq+ community. In fact just last year I was
personally invited to a drag performance by a former student of mine but I
didn't go. Not because I don't approve of it but because I'm a married man
and going to a bar is-" his dad rambled.
"Okay we get it dad, gay is okay, we know." Colby replied with snark,
just wanting this conversation to be over. He felt Ezra's grip loosen in his
hand. Colby looked at his face and he looked guilty. Why would he feel
guilty? Colby squealed his hand to try and offer some sort of support.
"Yes gay is okay, so why wouldn't you tell us, Colby. I don't care if you
have a boyfriend as long as you are happy and they treat you well."
Boyfriend?! Even Ezra was shocked out of his weird state by that. "We
um- your son and I- we are- we're not um-" Ezra turned to Colby for help
on the boyfriend subject but Colby didn't have a reply. He didn't know what
to say or what to call the two of them. Ezra being Colby's boyfriend. It
didn't sound too bad.
"We only had our first date today." Colby said quietly, his face heating
up. Ugh, why did his dad always make things so awkward and complicated!
"You had sex on your first date?" Colby's dad put a cocky smirk on his
face. "Not leaving much to the imagination, huh, Colby." He teased.
"Are you calling me a slut?" Colby asked appalled and insulted by his
dad's accusation.
His dad only shrugged. "I'm not saying you're not. I have to admit
though," he turned to look at Ezra, "out of all the boys in the school, I
wasn't expecting you two to get together. What, all those months of bitter
rivalry just wear off?"
"We talked it out and came to the realisation that we got along better than
we thought." Colby tried to sound mature as he explained things. He didn't
want to go into the details of how immature he had been due to his anger
over Joanna cheating on him and then Colby directing all that rage onto
Ezra and then making up an elaborate revenge scheme that included Colby
seducing Ezra then breaking his heart and then failing at that plan by liking
Ezra so much he couldn't bear to be apart from him. It sounded really stupid
and immature in hindsight.
"Still, it's unexpected. Your mother thought you and Finley were secretly
knocking boots with each other but now she owes me twenty bucks so I
guess I need to thank you two after all."
"Ew, me and Finley? As if. He's got his own boyfriend now anyway,
Brent, the really tall guy on the football team." Colby explained, his face
twisted in disgust at the idea of him and Finley. Gross. They were more like
brothers than best friends, the idea of those two being together was
practically incest.
"Oh, I know." He nodded his head. "Finley won't shut up about. Young
love is sweet. Why are you interested in my son, Ezra?" His dad asked.
Ezra hadn't said anything the entire conversation, he'd mostly just hung
his head in shame and listened in. He looked caught off guard by the
attention shifting to him. "Well um- Colby is- um-" he calmed himself then
dropped the stuttering as he stared into Mr Williams' eyes with confidence.
"I've liked Colby for quiet a while, sir." Was that true, Colby wondered.
"However, I was confused by these feelings which fuelled the rivalry that
you noticed between your son and I. I may still be coming to terms with
myself but I know how I feel about Colby. I think he's handsome and kind
hearted and dumb in a very endearing way." Colby felt insulted by that last
part but his dad nodded in agreement. Fuck you guys too, Colby thought. "I
care for him very much." Colby couldn't contain the blush that blossomed
across his cheeks.
"Alright." His father smiled. "As long as you treat my son like the little
Prince that he is, then I don't think we'll have any problems." His dad stood
from the table and placed a firm hand on Ezra's shoulder. "I'm here if you
need to talk about what you're going through, as either your teacher or your
boyfriend's father."
 For the first time in half an hour, Ezra finally relaxed and smiled up at
Colby's dad. "Thank you."
"And you." His dad began, patting Colby roughly on the head. "I don't
care if you're having sex, as long as you do it safely and not in a public
space. Come on, son, your mom and I use that room too, a little
consideration please."
"Whatever." Colby mumbled. His cheeks still hot as the word 'boyfriend'
circled in his head.
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Ezra couldn't really remember many moments when his parents had
peacefully coincided in the same room with each other, so, to see Colby's
parents joking around together so lovingly was a brand new experience for
him. He didn't mean to seem bitter when he thought this but he'd almost
forgotten that people could genuinely love each other and not all marriages
ended in painful divorces. It was most heartwarming to watch the way Mr
Williams would look at his wife like she was his entire world and she
looked at him the same way. Ezra's parents -to his knowledge- had never
held such an affection for each other.
His father had once described his marriage to his mother as one of
'convenience' rather than love.
Seeing the married couple was refreshing, to say the least.
Ezra had been terrified when Mr Williams had walked in on them
seconds after Ezra had just banged his only son. No, terrified does not even
sum up how afraid, nauseated, horrified, frightened... you get the picture.
Then when Mr Williams just wanted to 'talk' to the two of them, Ezra was
already thinking of escape routes.
He was waiting for Mr Williams to start shunning him or to start yelling
about the 'normal way to live life', but Mr Williams never did. It was
surprising and the complete opposite of how Ezra's father would've reacted
if he had been the one to catch the two of them together. Not to speak ill of
his own father, but that had been what Ezra was expecting Mr Williams to
be like.
Even Mrs Williams -who insisted that Ezra call her Jemma- didn't
condemn Ezra and Colby for what they'd been doing. In fact, she'd found it
hilarious that her husband had walked in on them. She kept teasing Colby
by making sexual innuendos at him.
"Hey, Ezra." Jemma called to him. She was sitting in the living room
(obviously avoiding the sofa that Ezra and Colby had had sex on) with her
legs resting on a bean bag. "Why don't you stay the night? I feel like we've
interrupted your date night."
 Ezra wasn't sure how to respond, but he didn't need to as Colby beat him
to it. "You can sleep in my room." He said happily. His mother wiggled her
eyebrows suggestively at him and caused Colby to start blushing. "On the
floor, of course. I don't like you that much." He grumbled.
"Sounds good." Ezra replied, he and Colby decided to face the
consequences of their actions and sat on the 'sex sofa', as Jemma called it.
"Is Mr Williams okay with that though?"
"Trevor!" Jemma screeched.
Mr Williams popped his head into the living room doorway wearing a
pink frilly apron. "Yes, my love?"
"Ezra's staying the night." Jemma announced.
"As long as there is no hanky panky-"
"What the hell is hanky panky?" Jemma laughed. "Just say sex, darling,
you're making this weirder than it needs to be."
"That's what I told him!" Colby yelled. "He kept using all these weird
terms like 'knocking boots' and 'bumping uglies', it was super
embarrassing."
"I think it's more embarrassing that you got caught bumping uglies with
your secret boyfriend, my little Prince Charming." Jemma's laughing kept
getting louder. She sounded almost like a witch cackling at this point. She
reminded Ezra a lot of Colby. Colby may look like his dad but his
personality was pure Jemma. They were both loud and kind of abrasive but
something about them really was charming and cute. "Can't believe you got
caught and I call you my son. Back in my day I was banging half the kids at
my high school into oblivion and I didn't get caught once." She looked very
proud of herself.
"Ew gross, mom. I don't want to hear about that." Colby made fake
puking sounds and gagged.
"Why not? Your dad was one of those people. He was this scrawny nerd
in my class but I thought he was kind of cute so we did it in the Janitor's
closet and the very next day he told me that he'd fallen madly in love with
me." Mr Williams swiftly left the room, looking a little embarrassed at the
story.
"What a simp." Colby remarked. "I would never fall in love with
somebody just cause we had sex once." Colby looked up to Ezra then
frowned. "I think I wouldn't anyway."
 "Haha, you are your father's son alright." Jemma cackled again. "Nicely
done, Ezra." She winked at him.
Ezra agreed to stay the night, which he didn't mind at all since it was
better than staying home alone for another night. It was also rather sweet
how Colby kept hiding how happy he was for Ezra to stay round by calling
him an 'asshole' and claiming his mother was the one who wanted Ezra to
stay round not him. He decided it would probably be best to grab some
clothes and a toothbrush from home before he settled in for the night.
"You are coming back, right? Not that I care! Just making sure in case
my parents ask where you've gone." Colby was leaning against Ezra's car
door.
"Of course I'm coming back, my favourite person is here..." Ezra walked
up to Colby and caressed his face and leaned in for a kiss, "... I love
spending time with Jemma."
"You're such a dick." Colby slapped him and walked off in a huff, but
before he left he gave Ezra a peck on the cheek, "be back soon." He said
quickly before scampering back into the house.
Ezra parked his car outside his father's house and walked inside, a goofy
smile on his face just from thinking about Colby's passive aggressive way
of showing affection the entire drive. He heard the voice of his father
talking to someone in the kitchen. He wasn't expecting him to be home.
"Dad, I'm home." Ezra announced. He was tempted to ease drop on the
conversation but after the last time his father had caught him doing that,
he'd rather not risk it again just to please his own curiosity.
He heard the person his father was talking to scramble around the kitchen
before they came walking out in a hurry. He shouldn't have been surprised
to see her. An old woman walked out of the kitchen and into the foyer, she
nodded in greeting at Ezra. She was a strange old woman and frankly very
annoying as well. She was wearing a blue cardigan that fell to her knees.
She also had a pair of red horned glasses on and her grey hair was cut short.
It was his neighbour, Miss Herson. A.k.a the self-elected neighbourhood
watch, a.k.a the local gossip that constantly snitched on her neighbours to
her other neighbours, a.k.a the woman that told Ezra's father that Colby had
come round to stay the night a couple weeks ago.
He couldn't stand her. He almost pitied her, for it seemed her only source
of entertainment in her old age was sticking her nose where it didn't belong,
it was sad but extremely annoying.
 "Hello, Ezra dear." She greeted politely, no doubt she'd just been telling
his father the local gossip. His father was just as curious about his
neighbours as Miss Herson but he was more subtle about it by getting Miss
Herson to do the dirty work of investigating for him. "Did you have a good
day today? No need to answer, I already know." She giggled to herself.
Fuck off, he thought. He smiled at her. "Yes I did have a nice day, thank
you for asking." Miss Herson left the house muttering things about the
youth of today and how all good looking boys were being converted to a
different agenda, old bat was going senile.
"Ezra, come here." His father's commanding voice came from the kitchen
once the front door was shut.
Ezra suddenly felt uneasy -well, being around his father in general made
him uneasy- but something was off. His father never really wanted to talk.
His father was no Mr Williams who would ask his son how his day was
because he was genuinely interested, no, his father only wanted to talk if he
needed something or wanted to scold Ezra for not meeting his expectations.
Either way, this wasn't going to be good.
Ezra walked into the kitchen, his father was leaning against the marble
countertops, his expression cold and calculating as it always was. "Yes,
dad?" Ezra asked.
"Should you really be calling me that right not? After all 'dad' implies
that you have some kind of respect for me, which you clearly do not if your
recent actions prove anything." His father gave nothing away to what he
was referring to. He was scowling now but he wasn't yelling. He was in
'lawyer mode' as Ezra liked to call it, where his father seemed to interrogate
him and make Ezra squirm before he got the truth out of him.
What had that nosey old woman told him? "Is something the matter?"
Ezra asked, hoping to get more information on what he would have to
apologise for once this conversation was done. The sooner this was done,
the sooner he could go back to Colby. Now that was a thought that was
getting him through.
"Is something the matter." His father mimicked. "I'm not sure, Ezra. How
about you tell me where you were after school today? Then we'll decide if
something is the matter."
"I went out with a friend after school and had dinner round their house.
I'm sorry I didn't text you where I was going to be, I didn't know whether
you'd be home today." Ezra was getting frustrated at this guessing game.
Why did he get berated by his father for not coming home when his father
was the one who was gone most nights with whatever woman he was seeing
at the time.
"Don't catch an attitude with me, boy." His father scoffed, crossing his
arms across his chest and glaring at Ezra. "Which friend were you with?"
"Brent."
"You're lying. Miss Herson just informed me that you were out with the
same boy that came to stay the night a few weeks ago, the one that you
made the error of sleeping with, the one that Miss Herson overheard you
mentioning to some girls in a convenience store that you two were on a
date." Ezra's blood ran cold. "I thought I told you to stop fooling around
with this fairy."
"She must've misheard." Ezra rebutdtaled, but his voice wasn't as strong
and certain as he had tried to make it.
"No, she seemed pretty certain that she heard correctly and frankly, I
believe her."
The pair just stared at each other. Ezra staring at his father, internally
begging any god that there was to make his father forget what he'd heard
form that nosey old cow, and his father stared back at him like his own son
was the scum of the earth.
"Where did I go wrong, Ezra?" His father's face changing into one of
sorrow but Ezra had seen this trick too many times to believe it. "Have I not
given you a strong male figure to look up to? Have I not given you
everything you've ever asked for? Is it not enough? Am I not enough? Have
you become so selfish and wrapped up in your own needs that you are now
pretending to be gay and flinging yourself into the arms of another man, for
what... attention, is that it?"
Ezra knew this trick. He'd seen his father play and act the betrayed
perfect dad time and time again in order to guilt Ezra into doing whatever
he wanted, yes, he knew how this was going to play out.
"I'm sorry dad." Ezra began, trying his best to sound sincere. "You've
been a great parent to me and I don't deserve it-"
"You're right, you don't." What? This isn't how it normally goes. "That's
why I've decided that enough is enough." Wait a second. "I've given you all
that I have to offer: a roof over your head, warm food on the table, a bed to
sleep in, but clearly that's not enough for you." This isn't right. This isn't
how this normally goes. "I want you out the house, see if this boy that you
so desperately want to hold can give you all that I have."
No. No, this isn't right. This isn't how this goes. It always goes that his
father would guilt him into submission, Ezra would apologise and agree to
never do whatever it is ever again, then they'd go back to their two separate
worlds.
"But I'm your son." Ezra said. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't that what was
supposed to keep the bond between the two of them, the fact that they were
father and son.
"An ungrateful son." His father replied. He pulled out a chair from the
dining table and sat in it. "Hopefully this experience will show you how
much I provide for you, show you what a real man acts like. When you
realise your mistake and properly swear to no longer even think about boys
in provocative manner and cut things off with this boy you're already
seeing, then you're welcome back." His father gestured to the front door.
"Until then, get out."
Ezra could only stand there in shock. This was his father, the man who'd
raised him, the man who looked after him after his mother refused, his child
hood hero; didn't that mean anything to him. Sure, they were never that
close, especially once the divorce started up but didn't that mean anything to
him? Didn't Ezra mean anything to him?
"You can grab some things first but I expect you out within the next
twenty minutes. Do I make myself clear?" Ezra could only nod solemnly.
"This is for the best, son, you'll see. You can leave now." His father turned
back to the kitchen table and began to scroll through his phone.
Ezra left the room and walked upstairs to his room. He grabbed a duffle
bag from his wardrobe and stuffed as much clothes in it as he could. He also
packed his football gear, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner.
It didn't feel real that he was leaving. That his own father had been the
one to kick him out.
He packed any school supplies he had lying around, his phone charger
and a water bottle. He also grabbed a pillow from his bed and a thin
blanket.
Where was he going to stay? He could go to his mother, but they hadn't
spoken in nearly five years.
He zipped up his duffel bag and put his school bag on his shoulder, he
headed for the door. He stood at the front door, staring at the kitchen door in
hopeful expectation that his father would come out and change his mind.
Ezra even opened the door quite loudly to see if that would draw the man to
action but his father did nothing and Ezra was forced to leave.
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Chapter 24: Bold

Colby had been impatiently waiting for Ezra to return. He'd calculated
using his phone and google maps that it would take twenty minutes for Ezra
to get to his house, five to ten minutes to pack some clothes and other
things for an overnight stay, then take twenty minutes to drive back; in total
around fifty minutes.
It had been over an hour!
His mind spiralled with what ifs. What if Ezra got into a car crash during
his drive? What if Ezra had gotten lost somewhere? What if Ezra didn't
actually want to come back to Colby's house and the entire thing was one
elaborate revenge scheme to get back at Colby for his elaborate revenge
scheme? He'd never been so paranoid in his life and all he could do was
wait by the window for any sign of him.
"You're still waiting for your husband to return from the war?" His
mother teased.
"He's not my husband!" Colby replied bashfully, he almost wished he'd
never introduced Ezra to his mother because she was having a field day
with all the jokes about it.
Just then Ezra's car pulled into the driveway and Colby -not so subtly-
sprang from his seat and rushed for the front door. He fixed his hair in the
hallway mirror and tried to make it look like he hadn't been waiting like a
loyal dog for Ezra to get back.
"Took you long enough." Colby said as he opened the front door and
walked up to Ezra's car.
Ezra was standing by his car, looking up at the night sky. The cold breeze
of the evening ruffled his fair hair and was turning his nose pink. It was
hard to tell in the dim light but something about Ezra was... off. He looked
dazed and his eyes were slightly red and puffy but it was hard to tell in this
light.
"Hey, Ezra? Are you okay?" Colby walked forward and took Ezra's hands
and cupped them with his own. He brought their hands to Colby's mouth
where he blew gently on them to get them to warm up a little bit.
 Ezra seemed to awaken from whatever trance he was under and he gazed
at Colby with a wistful expression. "Yeah, fine. Are you cold?" Ezra asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Colby replied. Ezra immediately
took off the black jumper he was wearing and put it over Colby instead. It
was a kind of cheesy think to do but Colby couldn't help but be flustered by
the act. He kept the jumper on as Ezra grabbed a bag from his car. It smelt
like Ezra's cologne and what a wonderful smell that was.
Ezra was searching through his car for a bag when Colby looked through
the front windshield to see if he could spot it. The car was much tidier than
Colby's mom's car but he had a lot of stuff in it. He had a duffle bag that
looked near to bursting, his school bag, his football kit, a blanket and a
pillow.
"You didn't need to bring so much stuff, I would've given you a blanket."
Said Colby.
Ezra looked caught off guard by Colby noticing the stuff in his car as he
quickly shoved some of it under the seats to hide it from sight. He laughed
at Colby. "Yeah, I guess I just like to come prepared."
"Talk about overkill."
Ezra slung the over-stuffed duffel bag onto his shoulder and let Colby
take his hand and lead him upstairs. They went to Colby's room and Colby
instantly regretted not cleaning his room. He had dirty clothes piled up on
his desk chair and random sheets covering his desk. At least his bed was -
kind of- made.
He rushed over to the desk and tried to tidy it as best he could as Ezra
chuckled at him from behind.
"To think you'd take me straight to your bedroom," said Ezra, "you really
are quite bold tonight, Colby."
Colby blushed at the statement and turned around to berate Ezra for
being a dick and probably say something along the lines of 'I didn't even
want you here', which was a lie. Before some embarrassed remark could
come out though, Colby examined Ezra's face in the light. Colby was right,
Ezra's eyes were slightly red and puffy and he looked exhausted but at the
same time not. It was strange.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Colby asked again.
Ezra didn't answer the question, instead he placed his bag on the floor
and came right up to Colby's face. He held the sides of Colby's face as if
they were precious, made of something so fine and delicate that Ezra was
afraid to hold him any tighter.
"Everything right now feels so surreal." Ezra whispered. "Things keep
happening so quickly and it's like I can't keep up. Everything around me
keeps changing but I like this, I like you. This is my favourite change that I
don't want to change."
He leaned in and kissed Colby so tenderly.
Colby didn't know what to say. He hadn't been expecting... whatever this
was but it was amazing to hear. In that moment it felt like the world closed
in around the two of them to give them their own private space where the
outside world didn't exist.
"I like you too." Colby whispered back before leaning in to kiss Ezra
again.
The two stayed in each other's embrace for a few moments longer,
completely enraptured in the small gentle touches. Colby had wrapped his
arms around Ezra's waist and let his hands carefully massage his muscular
back. Ezra kept his hands on Colby's face. He ran his thumbs along Colby's
cheekbones as if to ensure that what he was doing was even real.
However, they couldn't stand there all night. They reluctantly separated
when they heard Colby's dad come up the stairs. His dad peaked around
Colby's door and asked where Ezra would be sleeping. Colby said that Ezra
would sleep on the floor and Colby would make a bed for him. That seemed
to placate his dad.
"I don't want you boys thinking there's anything wrong with the
horizontal tango-" his dad began.
"Oh my god." Colby groaned. "Just say sex!"
"But!" Colby's dad said pointedly. "I want you boys to get a good night
sleep so you're ready for school tomorrow. Night boys."
Once they heard the door shut to Colby's parents bedroom, Ezra turned to
him and asked. "I'm sleeping on the floor?"
Colby's cheeks grew warm and he replied bashfully, "only if you want
to... I wasn't planning on it."
Ezra smiled at him, and god the things he would do to get Ezra to smile
like that all the time. He gave Colby a kiss before they got ready for bed
because Ezra still looked beyond exhausted. Part of Colby wanted to ask for
a third time if something was wrong but he could take the hint that Ezra
didn't want to talk about it.
 They went to bed together and this time Colby didn't mind being the little
spoon for Ezra, he swallowed his ego and simply enjoyed being held. Ezra
really must've been exhausted, just like Colby thought as he passed out
within seconds of getting into the bed and holding Colby in his arms. There
was something so undeniably comforting about being in Ezra's embrace and
Colby tried to replicate the feeling for Ezra by wrapping his arms around
his waist and leaning up to place small kisses as light as the evening breeze
across his jaw and teased his neck before falling asleep himself.
The next morning, Colby's dad was a little disgruntled to find them
sleeping in the same bed together so as revenge took pictures of the pair
that he now used as blackmail against Colby.
"Delete it!" Colby yelled.
"But I think it's cute." His dad whined whilst sending the pictures to his
wife. "Do you two need a lift to school?"
"I can drive us so we can head straight to football." Said Ezra.
"Heading to football this early?" His dad asked, Colby felt felt his palms
go sweaty. He tried to silently communicate to Ezra not to say anything but
Ezra completely missed the message.
"It starts in about..." Ezra checked his phone, "ten minutes."
"Colby João Williams." His dad said slowly. Colby's blood ran cold.
"Have you been lying to me about what time football starts so that you
could sleep in longer?"
Colby grabbed Ezra's hand and dragged him out to the car. "Sorry, dad.
Gotta get going. Can never be too early."
"I can't believe you lied to me!" His dad yelled at the door, dressed only
in his pyjama pants and bunny slippers.
Ezra got in the car and started it as Colby yelled back. "I mean you work
at the school so you could've checked."
"I trusted you to tell me the truth." His dad sighed dramatically. "First a
secret boyfriend, now this. What's next? You're going to start cleaning your
room."
He heard Ezra snort at that in the car. "Maybe I will." Colby got into the
car and slammed the door dramatically. Ezra was still trying to stifle a
laugh. "Shut up and drive, asshole." Colby playfully punched him on the
shoulder.
They arrived on time for football practice. Everybody from Coach Clain,
to the teammates, to the janitor was surprised to see Colby on time for once.
He didn't like it. He was sleepy and tired and not ready to be screamed at by
Coach. Finley wasn't even here yet which made it worse, like Colby, he
would sleep in for as long as possible before dragging his ass to school.
The entire team (minus Finley and some other late stragglers) were
getting changed when one of them pointed at Ezra's back.
"Jesus Christ, dude. Your girl was hanging onto you for dear life, huh?"
Everyone turned to look and Colby was mortified. Ezra had red claw marks
across his back and his neck was covered with small hickeys. Surely Colby
hadn't done that. Well, he could admit the hickeys were from him, but the
claw marks?
"Who's the girl, Ezra? Haven't seen you with anyone in particular."
Another teammate remarked.
Ezra turned to him with a mischievous grin on his face. "Girl? This is all
from Colby." Ezra looked up and winked at him before throwing his shirt
on.
The room was silent as they all turned to look at Colby, his face red and
burning. He couldn't believe Ezra would say that. Brent, who had been
talking to another player when Colby came in, looked shocked as well.
"Funny joke, dude." The guy slapped Ezra's back. "Because we all know
how much Colby loves Ezra." The guy laughed and others did with him,
though a few quietly asked whether that was a joke or not. Now that Colby
actually remembered his name he realised it was one of the guys that Ezra
had mentioned that had also slept with Joanna when she was dating Colby.
What did Ezra call him... 'Jordan Park. She fucked him in the back seat of
his car.' Yeah that was him. "Seriously though, dude, tell me if she has any
friends if she fucks you like that."
Jordan gave Colby a playful slap as well. "Don't look so shocked, dude.
He's just joking." Jordan was a handsome guy. He was Korean and had
mono-lid eyes that just made his stare that much more intense. No wonder
Joanna had cheated on Colby with him.
Now that he thought about it and looked around the changing room, all
the guys here were handsome, especially the ones that Joanna had cheated
on him with. Jordan Park? Handsome. Roland Marin? Handsome. Jerry
Winship? Handsome. Ezra Dickinson? Beyond handsome to a level that
Colby wouldn't even be able to describe what just seeing Ezra's face did to
him. Colby Williams? Well... he definitely wasn't as handsome as those
other boys or at least he didn't see himself that way. Did Ezra think he was
handsome? Did Ezra deserve someone better looking than Colby?
Probably.
"Hey." Ezra's voice was soft and playful. Colby awoke from his
degrading thoughts and realised that all the boys had gone out onto the field
and left him alone in the changing room. Ezra was smiling, he'd been
smiling all morning. It was great to see but at the same time there was
something off about it. "How about after we finish football," Ezra gently
nibbled on Colby's ear making him shiver, "you, me, shower? Just like old
times."
"O-okay." Colby stuttered out, since when was Ezra so bold about doing
these things in public? Not that Colby was objecting.
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Chapter 25: Talk to me

It was too hot in that shower cubicle.

From the heat of the water pouring down onto Colby's face, to the
collective steam of all the other showers being on as well, to Ezra being on
his knees and giving Colby the best blowjob he'd ever had; it was just too
hot.
Ezra had told Colby before football started that he wanted to go to the
showers together but Colby thought he was either joking or just going to
kiss him a little bit. But something about Ezra was different today. He was
more confident and experimental with the things he wanted to do to Colby.
It was an unexpected change but not an unwelcome one. Colby couldn't
help but wonder what had changed in such a short period of time to change
his attitude.
Although he didn't get much of a chance to think about it with Ezra going
down on him.
Colby had gotten into the shower first after practice and then was swiftly
followed by Ezra who pinned him to the wall with a searing kiss. Ezra had
pinned his hands to the wall and kissed him senseless, he had called it a role
reversal of what had happened the first time they were in the shower
together. The indescribable lust Colby had felt when Ezra had slowly
dropped to his knees in front of Colby; that alone was nearly enough for
Colby to bust.
Colby had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle the abundance of
moans that wanted to escape. The shower was fun but Colby couldn't forget
that their teammates were in the next cubicles. He wondered whether
anyone had spotted Ezra coming into Colby's shower and not coming back
out again.
Ezra was enjoying the teasing of Colby, if the mischievous look in his
eyes and the smirk on his occupied mouth had anything to do with it.
Colby was so wrapped up in his ecstasy of having Ezra give him the best
head of his life that he didn't even hear the showers turning off one by one.
 "Yo, where's Ezra?" Colby only just managed to hear someone say that
over the noise of the shower running. He felt the vibrations of Ezra
chuckling which caused a small moan to escape.
"I don't know but Coach wants to talk to him." Someone else said. In
Colby's euphoric state of mind, their voices all sounded the same.
Ezra became more aggressive. He sucked harder, taking Colby even
deeper into his mouth so that his dick was hitting the back of his throat.
Colby's knees were weak and his legs were shaking, he wasn't sure how
much longer he'd be able to stand.
Ezra's hands were gripping his thighs in a possessive hold.
Colby couldn't take it any longer and came down Ezra's throat. How he
managed to not let out an incredibly loud moan, he didn't even know. He'd
had to bite into his own hand to stop himself.
Colby was panting and trying not to topple over by the time Ezra got up
off his knees. He held Colby in his arms for a little bit, letting his head rest
on Ezra's shoulder which helped Colby stabilise himself.
He pecked Colby on the cheek, "I'll see you at lunch." He said quietly.
Colby could only nod dumbly, still dazed from the experience.
Ezra wrapped a towel round his waist and headed out. Colby heard him
talk to some other guys before presumably getting changed and going to see
Coach. All the other showers were off and there wasn't a sound apart from a
pair of feet slapping against the tiled floor towards the shower.
"Colby?" Finley called.
"In here." Colby grabbed a towel and put it around his waist.
"You decent?" Finley asked, Colby hummed in response. Finley peeped
his head around the shower curtain and laughed at Colby's lazy and
euphoric expression. "What the hell, man. You look like someone just
sucked your soul out."
Colby gave a wonky smile at that. "Someone just did."
Finley's eyes lit up at the realisation. "Damn, no way. I gotta try that on
Brent."
Colby wobbled out of the shower with bones made of rubber and a brain
far far away.
"By the way," Finley tried to wake him up, "apparently Ezra had some
suspicious marks on his back today. But you wouldn't know anything about
that, would you Colby?" Finley teased.
 "He told everyone it was me but they took it as a joke." He was unsure of
how that made him feel.
"I know. They all think it's hilarious, only joke they told the whole of
practice. You can tell that none of them have been through trauma because
none of them are funny."
"Finley. Your hamster dying of diabetes because you used to give it
marshmallows is not traumatic."
"I was six years old, man, it was traumatic to me. Now look at me,
hilarious because his fat ass couldn't take the heat."
Colby had gotten changed by the time Finley stopped explaining his
"trauma". Colby had never seen the hamster in real life but he had seen
pictures. The poor thing looked like a bowling ball being held up by
toothpicks but hamster sized.
Colby's phone buzzed and he looked to check on the notification.
It was from Sophie. It said nothing apart from 'Can we talk?'
A part of Colby really missed her. They'd been friends since forever and
he thought he knew her inside and out. Sure he'd known she was religious
but he didn't assume that also meant she was homophobic. Finley was
Christian and he was gay, his parents were supportive of it too.
'Sure.' Colby responded.
'Meet me in room 18 at lunch x' She sent a kiss, maybe that meant she
was being friendly now.
The rest of Colby's day was pretty mundane, the same run of the mill
school day.
At lunch he told Finley that Sophie wanted to talk to him.
"Are you sure you wanna go, man?" Finley asked. "She isn't exactly
being gay friendly." His expression soured.
"I'll just talk to her, see what she wants, maybe she'll apologise."
"Whatever." Finley grumbled. Colby knew that Finley was very anti-
Sophie after the comments she'd made about his relationship with Brent.
Colby couldn't understand why she didn't like them together, they were so
cute.
"I'm sorry, bro." Colby patted Finley's back. "I'll be back as soon as
possible."
He went to the classroom that Sophie wanted to meet in. It was an
English classroom so there was pictures of Shakespeare and Edgar Allen
Poe on the wall along with poems written by students. Sophie was leaning
against the teacher's desk. Her auburn hair flowing down her right shoulder
in loose ringlets and she was wearing a floral dress.
She looked nervous, even more so when she saw Colby at the door but
she smiled anyway.
"Hey, Colby." She laughed awkwardly. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, I suppose it has been." Colby replied, his posture was stiff as he
lingered by the door. He was unsure if he wanted to do this. Part of him
wanted to fix things, to hear Sophie out but another part of him had an
uneasy feeling that talking would only make things worse.
"Did you want to talk about something?" Asked Colby, he closed the
door behind him for a bit of privacy.
"Yeah, yeah I did." She took in a deep breath before exhaling. "Listen,
I'm not as stupid as you or Finley may think I am."
"I don't think your stupid." Colby replied instantly, cutting her sentence
off.
She smiled gently at him. "Thanks... I see the way you look at Ezra, I
have for a while. Even before the Joanna incident you had a strange
obsession with him where you'd constantly go on about how cool you
thought he was and how you wished the two of you were friends."
Colby cringed at the memory of his younger self. It was true though.
Before he'd dated Joanna, Ezra had joined the school late into freshman
year and Colby had immediately taken a liking to him. He had admired
Ezra for his popularity and general coolness. But then he dated Joanna in
Sophomore year and the beginning of Junior before finding out she had
cheated on him with Ezra. It had broke his heart in more ways than one.
"I just didn't think you'd take your admiration for him that had become
hate and channel it into sexual desire for him. You've been my friend since
forever, Colby. I don't want you to throw your life away because of this
fleeting want for him. My parents and counsellor have shown to me that
these types of relationships never last, they can't make you happy and they'll
only cause more pain and happiness." Sophie had pushed herself off the
desk and slowly walked closer to Colby.
He didn't like this. He didn't like having his feelings for Ezra questioned.
He didn't like the way Sophie looked at him like she was genuinely worried.
"I want to help you, Colby. Help you and Ezra like I've been helped." Her
fingers brushed the silver crucifix that hung from her neck. Something
about it seemed abnormally heavy, like her entire body was struggling to
hold herself up with the weight of it around her neck.
"I don't need help Sophie. I like my relationship with Ezra, it makes me
happy. Plus the 'help' that you're describing makes me- uncomfortable."
She looked frustrated. "Ugh, I'm not describing this very well but it
works, okay? I've done it myself and now I don't feel those things
anymore!"
"What type of things?" Colby asked, he took a step back as Sophie
continued to advance towards him.
"You know..." her voice lowered to a whisper, "attraction to those of the
same sex."
"You're gay? What's wrong with that?" Colby asked, not whispering.
She slammed her hands over his mouth to keep him quiet. "I was. But not
anymore, I'm all better now. And you can be too." Her eyes were frantic and
stressed, the silver crucifix still swaying around her neck.
He grabbed her wrists and took her off of him. "Are you okay, Soph?"
"Yes!" She all but yelled. "I'm trying to make you okay too because I care
about you Colby. Why can't you see that you won't be happy with Ezra."
"I don't think it matters what gender the person I'm in a relationship is. It
can go well or badly either way. Joanna was a girl and she ended up
cheating on me. Ezra is a guy and I'm really happy with him at the moment.
It's about the person themselves not anything else."
"I used to think that too but it's not true." She ripped her fingers through
her hair as she looked even more frantic as she tried to think of more ways
to convince him to accept her offer of help. "So you think Ezra's not going
to cheat on you?"
"Of course not! I mean- we're not even anything official yet."
"But he slept with Joanna even when he knew the two of you were going
out. Doesn't that show his loyalties? It's because of the nature of your
relationship."
Colby didn't respond to that.
"We all make bad decisions, Colby. Let me help prevent you from
making this one."
"Are you just saying this because you liked him?"
"Are you saying all this because you liked him?"
"I don't know if I liked him." She admitted. "I wanted to. I could see it
from the way he acted around you, we're similar, him and I. It was silly, but
I thought if we met on the common ground of our similarities then we could
be happy together."
"I don't think that would've worked. Ezra's pretty sure of what he wants,
especially today."
"Yeah, I guess I wanted to not be the only black sheep in the flock
anymore. Actually, we're both the black sheep now."
"Don't think I'm a sheep. I think I'd be like a dumb dog or something."
She giggled a little at that. "You get my point."
She embraced him in a tight hug and the scent of her sweet perfume
engulfed him. "I care about you so much, Colby. I just want to see you live
the best life you can and right now, I'm worried you're going to be lead
astray and have your heartbroken." She sounded so sincere that Colby
actually considered her words.
"Sophie." She lifted her head of his chest to look up at him. "Why did
you send me that picture of Ezra and I kissing at a party?"
"Oh that. As a warning of course. You didn't fully know what you were
doing so I thought it was best to warn you about the urges you were having
so you could stop early. I'm not sure if it helped or not."
Definitely not, Colby thought. After all it had been that photo that had
lead to the series of events of Ezra and Colby becoming... closer. He would
never had made out with Ezra in the showers that day if he hadn't been sent
the picture.
"I really do care, Colby. I want to help, I'll even help Finley if he asks for
it."
"Finley doesn't need help, neither do I. Maybe you do though. Maybe
you need to talk to someone who isn't a part of your church and realise it's
okay to like girls. I think girls are pretty cool, so it's nice that we think the
same."
"I don't!" She shouted at him. "When you've realised that you need help,
you can come find me." She sidestepped Colby and left the room.
He didn't know how to feel. He was annoyed that Sophie insisted he and
Finley needed help but at least they were talking again. Ezra wouldn't cheat
on him. Technically he couldn't as they were nothing official. Did Ezra want
to be official?
He left the classroom a lot more downtrodden than he was hoping he'd
be. At the very least there was a sliver of hope that he and Sophie could be
friends again.
 He walked into the cafeteria and sat with Finley who was quite obviously
whispering naughty things into Brent's ear. Brent's face was red and he had
his bag covering his lap.
He looked around for Ezra, that's when he saw him smiling and laughing
with Joanna and her friends at their table. He was standing by them as one
girl groped his arm and the rest all looked at him with big doe eyes.
Did Ezra even want to be official?
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Chapter 26: Cheesy

"Yo, man! What you staring at?" Finley rested his head on Brent's peck as
he was not tall enough to reach his shoulder.
Colby couldn't even make a joke about that though as he was too
distracted by a group of girls laughing and touching Ezra. Not even just any
girls, but his cheating ex and all her friends with their grubby little hands.
All her pretty friends who could have their pick of almost any guy in the
school, but no, these girls are only interested in Ezra.
Well, it made sense to him that they were. Ezra was a modern day
Adonis, which is an overused phrase when describing someone attractive,
but it fit so well when describing him.
Even when Ezra had first joined the school, Colby -and many others-
were mesmerised by him. From his looks, to his grades, to the way he
walked with such confidence, everything about him was amazing. Colby
had been his number 1 fan back in the day before the Joanna incident.
In a way, Joanna and Ezra suited each other. Both of them were the
beauties of the school with their own little groupies following them around.
If Joanna didn't have major commitment issues and Ezra wasn't into guys,
they could've been an incredible power couple. But so could've Sophie and
Ezra... or any of the girls or guys with Ezra. How did someone like Colby
get such a perfect guy to be interested in him? It didn't make sense.
Ugh. Why was he having all these self-deprecating thoughts today?
Sophie's question of whether Ezra would cheat on him kept repeating
over and over and over again like a broken record stuck on loop. He had
gone to Sophie in hopes of fixing their relationship but now he just felt
confused and their relationship was still rocky. Not forgetting that the
answer to her question was 'no' because you can't cheat on someone you're
not even in an official relationship with.
"Colby?" Finley asked again, picking up a fry from his plate and
throwing it at Colby's head. "You good?"
"Hmm?" The fry hit him on the forehead. "I'm fine I was just... thinking."
 "About what?" Asked Brent. He finally moved his school bag off his lap
now that Finley wasn't teasing him anymore and he'd had a chance to cool
down.
"Things." Colby replied, unable to think of something believable quickly.
"What kind of things?" Brent pushed.
Colby looked back over at Ezra to see him coming over. He really did
seem different today. He always walked confidently but now he was
walking like the ground under his feet was gold. The table that Ezra
normally sat at -a mix of the football team to people he had classes with-
stared at him curiously when Ezra didn't come to their table.
The football team... Joanna and the football team... none of the football
team telling him... he hated playing football in general... why the fuck did
he even play football?
"I'm thinking of quitting the football team." Colby replied to Brent.
"You're what!?" Finley screamed.
"Jesus, Finley. Where's the fire?" Came Ezra's voice, he sat right next to
Colby so their thighs were touching under the table.
"If you're quitting the football team then I'm quitting the football team!"
Finley yelled, Brent places a hand on his shoulder to indicate that he should
chill a little bit. "I only joined because you did and you only joined because
your were worried about your body at the time. If you're out, I'm out. Ain't
no way around it." He leaned back into Brent's chest.
It was true. Colby had considered himself quite chubby back in the day
with terrible acne, and his dad was worried he was spending too much time
inside so had encouraged him to take up football; Colby agreed and had
then dragged poor Finley down with him. Admittedly, the sport had been
fun to try at first but now he didn't like it, didn't like the people there, didn't
like the weekend practices. What was the point anymore?
"Why would you ever worry about your appearance?" Ezra asked.
"I'm not- I wasn't exactly good looking." Colby replied, suddenly feeling
there were too many people looking directly at his face now.
"Well, I definitely don't remember a time when you were ever ugly." Ezra
leaned in towards Colby's ear and lowered his voice to a rough whisper.
"It'd be a shame if you quit football though, we'd have to shower together
somewhere else."
Colby punched him lightly in the arm whilst blushing. "Don't be such a
pervert, pervert." Ezra smiled at him.
 "How was the date?" Asked Brent.
"It was good, watched a movie and I met his parents, even got to stay the
night." Ezra responded.
Finley whistled. "I hope you two were sleeping in separate rooms at least,
wouldn't want any naughty activities going on. Told you, you were a
bottom." Finley kicked Colby's leg under the table.
"You still remember that?" Colby had long figured out whether he was a
bottom or not, but it didn't bother him anymore.
"What? You two have a bet or something?" Asked Ezra, looking
suspiciously between the two.
"Something like that." Colby mumbled. "When you think about it, the
bottom is the most important role. Do you know how much work goes into
being bottom? No! Because you two," he glared at Finley and Ezra, "just
want to shove your dicks into something and Brent and I have to make that
work somehow. Appreciate us more or we'll go on strike!"
"That's so stupid." Finley giggled.
"Yeah! We'll go on strike!" Brent genuinely looked pretty riled up over
Colby's speech. He was smiling and looked buzzed to go on a strike.
"Woah, woah, woah, babe. Let's not get any funny ideas." Finley tried to
convince Brent out of it. "You don't want to listen to Colby. He's a himbo.
Himbos don't know what they're talking about, they're just here to look
pretty, ain't nothing going on between the ears. So let's forget about all this
silly strike business, okay?"
"Strike!" Brent said again.
The pair quarrelled for some time about the strike that probably wasn't
going to happen.
"Do I not appreciate you enough, Colby?" Ezra smiled dopily at Colby,
his hand holding up his head as he leaned on the cafeteria table.
"Well you've always been a dickhead so a lack of appreciation is to be
expected." Colby replied cheekily.
The response just made Ezra smile more. "Wow, I'm still a dickhead. I
guess I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
Boyfriend? Boyfriend!
"You are my boyfriend?"
"Well duh. Who's else would I be?" Colby didn't even know how to react,
his face shocked. "Am I going to fast?" Ezra asked cautiously. "I only
assumed since your parents kept calling us that and you confessed that you
liked me like that. Did I misunderstand that?"
"No." Colby said quickly. "I just... are you sure? You're handsome and
nice and smart and good at sport and everybody likes you and you're really
attractive and you have a huge-"
"Are you trying to stroke my ego?" Ezra teased.
"My point is..." you could have anyone. He didn't say it. It sounded
stupid and it was stupid -he knew that- but he felt if he pointed out how out
of Ezra's league Colby really was, Ezra would awaken from the daze that
made him believe that he was attractive and go date someone who actually
was.
"Your point is..." Ezra prompted.
Colby thought for a second. "Who would your dad think? Yeah. What
would your dad say about us in... in a relationship." The words made him
bashful.
Ezra's smile fell away and he scowled at the table instead. "I don't care
what he thinks." Said Ezra. "His opinion is worthless, always has been."
"Are you okay?" Asked Colby. Finley and Brent were still arguing in the
background.
Ezra looked back at Colby. "I am now." Was all he said.
School went on as usual after that. If Colby passed Sophie in the halls,
she would smile at him, which was a welcome change from when they
would blank each other. Colby noticed that Sophie didn't smile at Finley
though, not that Finley seemed to give a shot as he gave her the cold
shoulder too.
Colby missed their old trio. It had been fun and perfect. Now it was gone.
He missed just talking with the two of them together and going out after
school to hang out. The three amigos. Now it was up to him to try and bring
them back together.
But how?
Finley wanted an apology from Sophie for all the homophobic shit she'd
been saying and Sophie wanted to "help" Finley and Colby. They were the
antithesis of each other.
How bad could this "help" be? Colby didn't understand Sophie's point of
view, he'd never tried to. He didn't agree with her at all but the least he
could do was try to see it her way so that he could tell her how wrong she
was after understand her. That could work.
 He texted her when the school day was over: Willing to talk about help,
but let's start slow.
Sophie replied immediately: Great! Then you can come to church with
me on Sunday. It'll be fun! xx
Colby had a gut feeling it wouldn't be, but she needed him and he needed
his friend back. The church she kept mentioning had to be a part of it.
*
Colby and his mom were making dinner by the time his dad got home.
"I'm back." He called out into the house.
"In the kitchen." His mom yelled back. She was cutting a wide array of
vegetables with speed and accuracy. "Should've invited Ezra round for
dinner. Got too many vegetables." His mom told Colby.
"Well, text me next time you're making a big meal and I'll ask him."
"What are my two favourite people in the world talking about?" His dad
walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He was always
happy when he got home, a true family man.
"I've got too much food so I was saying to Colby that he should've
invited Ezra round for dinner." His mom explained.
"Maybe you shouldn't have made so much food." His dad chuckled.
"I've committed now." His mom said. "Plus it's not your turn to cook
tonight so you can't tell me what to do."
"Yes chef." His dad saluted. "Speaking of Ezra. Has he started doing
some sort of after school club?"
"I don't think so, why?" Colby stopped his chopping and turned to look at
him.
"I thought I saw his car still in the parking lot when I was leaving. The
white Volkswagen is his, right?" Colby nodded. "I just thought it was
strange that he was staying after school so late."
"Tell you what." His mom interrupted. "I'll put the left overs in a tub and
you can give it to Ezra tomorrow."
"Okay, will do." Colby agreed.
His mom looked at her reflection in the knife she was holding. "I look
like such a state." She whined.
"A state of beauty." His dad cut in.
His mom just turned to his dad, amused by his cheesy lines. He held her
hands in his. You're such a sap." His mom teased.
 "For you? Definitely." His dad kissed his mom's hands causing her to
giggle. "May I compare thee to a Summer's day, m'lady."
Colby made fake gagging sounds at his dad's corniness.
"Shut up, boy. Don't act like you don't say cheesy lines to your
boyfriend."
Colby went back to chopping.
My boyfriend. Ezra had called himself that. Ezra was his boyfriend.
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Chapter 27: Enlightenment

In honour of me posting this chapter only THREE DAYS after the

previous one (who am I???) I'm doing three shout outs to:
@fbi_open_up- for having incomprehensible comments
@Zachwolf04 for having the horniest comments
@MyWordsMyStories for being a sweetie
Also the first chapter of my new book is ready and will have
characters with brain cells for all of you that find Colby's himbo
energy annoying at times. I promise I am capable of writing smart
characters!

"It's not even that early so stop whining." Colby's mom scolded him for
complaining again.
They had been driving in the car for about ten minutes now after Colby
had told her he was going to a church on Sunday. His mom's car wasn't
exactly clean. There were wrappers on the floor and random junk in random
compartment. Every few years she would clean it if his dad nagged her
enough.
"It's ludicrously early for a Sunday!" Colby argued back.
"You're the one who randomly wanted to go to church! I could be in bed
too right now, so shut up before I turn us back around. Why are you going
anyway?"
Colby stayed silent.
"Why aren't you answering?" His mom asked.
"You told me to shut up." Colby replied with a stereotypical teenage
snark.
His mom slapped his thigh. "So rude to your own mother. When I was a
teenager, I always respected my elders."
"That's not what dad said."
"Your dad was a nerd and I was the cool rebel sticking it to the man." She
pumped her fist in the air.
"So, basically, you didn't respect your elders at all?"
 "This conversation is over." Colby laughed at his mom's childishness, he
definitely wasn't just like her. No, no, no, he was way more mature.
They eventually pulled up outside a rather traditional looking church.
The building and the steeple were made of large stones painted white and
the windows were all stained glass depicting most of the tragic events that
happened in the bible: the crucifixion of Jesus, the death of Abel, the
mourning of Mary. Not the most welcoming images to see.
Sophie was waiting outside in a pretty baby blue dress that reached down
to her ankles. Her auburn hair was tied back with a similarly blue ribbon.
She looked lovely and made Colby feel slightly underdressed. He'd just
chucked on a pair of black trousers and a white button up shirt. However,
Ezra had come round for dinner on Saturday and told him he looked very
sexy in it, so he couldn't have looked too bad.
Thinking about Ezra made him feel a bit guilty. Ezra had been in pain the
entire week, constantly rubbing his neck and popping his back. Colby had
given him multiple massages throughout the week to try and ease his pain.
Colby had asked him whether he was sleeping well and all that to which
Ezra had insisted he just had a lumpy mattress; which seemed strange as
Colby had been railed on that mattress and he remembered it being really
soft.
Basically, Ezra wasn't having the best week physically, despite his
improved mood. However, Colby felt like he'd ruined that mood as well by
mentioning that he was going to Sophie's church on Sunday.
"Why are you going there? Is she forcing you? You don't have to go,
there's nothing wrong with you!" Ezra suddenly blurted out. He held
Colby's hands in a death grip.
"What? No. She just- I think she just needs a friend right now and we've
been friends since we were kids, so I thought if I went to her church for the
day, understood her point of view then I can talk to her for real. Hopefully,
she'll realise she's wrong and we can all be best friends again." In
hindsight, he knew he sounded naive in that moment but it was, essentially,
his entire plan that he was desperately counting on to work.
Ezra loosened his grip only slightly. "That's sweet of you but it's not
going to be easy. She's been conditioned to think that way and she might
keep thinking that way until she actually leaves that environment." Ezra
slumped his head and rested it on Colby's shoulder. "Just be careful. And
for fucksake Colby, if they ask you if your gay, tell them you're not. Don't
say yes to any help or treatment or therapy, okay?"
"Okay." Colby agreed for the sake of calming Ezra to a degree.
Sophie skipped to the car when she spotted it. She smiled at him as they
both got out the car.
"Hi Colby! Hi Jemma!"
"Hello Sophie." His mom hugged her tightly when she approached. "It's
been ages since I've seen you, don't you look lovely."
"Aw thank you."
An older woman and her husband walked past the car. They looked about
15 or so years older than his mom and were dressed quite formally like
Sophie. The woman glanced at the three of them before doing a double
take.
"Jemma?" The woman questioned. "Jemma Alvez?"
"Hi Mrs Powers." His mom greeted unenthusiastically. "Still kicking,
that's a surprise." She mumbled under her breath.
"It is you! Gosh, I haven't seen you since I taught you in high school.
What do you do now?"
"I'm a hotel manager."
"Wow. That is much better profession than I had expected. How did that
little accident go by the way?"
"You're looking at him." His mom slapped Colby on the back. Accident?
"Well, I better go. I got a cat... to water. Alright see you. Call me when you
want a pick up, Colby."
His mom hurried into the car and sped away.
"So, you're Colby Alvez then?" Miss Powers asked.
"Um, kind of, I'm Colby Williams."
"Williams? As in Trevor Williams? Now that's an odd couple."
Odd couple? His parents weren't an odd couple, they were perfect for
each other. What would some musty old high school teacher know?
Colby's annoyance must have seeped onto his face as Sophie quickly
grabbed his arm and ushered him inside, giving a courteous goodbye to Mr
and Mrs Power.
They went into the church and ended up greeting a bunch of people, a
majority of them of a much older generation.
They sat down on a hard wooden pew near the front of the church as
Sophie's parents set up at the front.
 "Hey Soph." A girl their age walked past. She was seriously pretty with
straight dark hair and skin like polished bronze. She was wearing a short
pink dress that complimented everything about her.
"H-hi." Sophie stuttered, her cheeks tinted with blush.
"Who's that?" Colby asked her.
"Avni Singh." Sophie said wistfully. "Her family are new to the area.
They're Sikhs but they want to make friends with people in the community
so they're coming for a few Sundays to meet the locals."
"She's beautiful." Colby remarked, watching Sophie's face more than
Avni's.
"Yeah... I mean- anyone could notice that. I'm just trying to be friendly
because she's new. She's beautiful- gorgeous even but in an objective way,
you know."
"It's fine to like her."
"I don't! Well I do, we're friends. I like her just not in that way."
"Whatever you say." Colby hummed.
The church was not the cult that Ezra had made it out to be. Cult could
possibly suggest something exciting, which definitely was not a word that
could be associated with this church.
Everything was so dull. Sophie's dad spoke in the same monotone voice
the entire time. The longer you sat on the pews, the more you felt like your
ass was being stabbed with a thousand needles. Even the songs were
boring! How did they make the songs boring?!
Colby had been to church with Finley before and his church was the
pinnacle of cool churches. They had cushions on the pews, the people
would clap and yell excitedly at things that riled them up. They also sang
the best songs, all the classics like Shine Jesus Shine -which was Colby's
personal favourite- and had posters supporting all groups of people,
including those of the LGBT+ community.
Sophie's church was the antithesis of Finley's church. Ugh, he could be
with Finley in the cool church right now, or -even better- he could've had
Ezra stay the night and be in bed with him right now instead. That sounded
like bliss.
After two hours of Colby nearly dozing off and the old lady behind him
kicking him awake and complaining about the Youth of today; the church
service was finally over.
"What did you think?" Sophie asked tentatively.
 Colby rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Oh yeah, it was definitely
something."
"Colby, it's been too long." Sophie's dad came up to the pair. He was
wearing a white robe with a purple collar on top of a black suit. He had
dyed brown hair that was obvious due to his grey stubble. Why not dye both
or dye neither? What was this half-assed effort?
"Colby's mom's coming soon, so we're going to go wait for her." Said
Sophie. Her hand holding onto Colby's bicep.
"Then there's time for Colby and I to have a little chat then, isn't there?"
"But... I'll give you two a minute." Sophie said, she surprisingly didn't
look eager to leave Colby alone with her dad, but one stern look from him
and she was off.
"Sophie has told me a few things that have been happening to you, Colby.
Temptation is a constant foe that we must combat with throughout our lives
and, especially, during these important teenage years of growth, the
temptation to indulge in inappropriate sexual behaviour. Do you understand
what I'm getting at?"
No. He thought but "Yes." He replied.
"I'm glad. Homosexuality is a serious issue in today's society but know
that there are ways that I and my colleagues can help you." He patter Colby
on the shoulder.
"Thank you but I'm alright." Colby replied. He'd always thought Sophie's
dad was a little weird but now from the way he scowled at Colby's refusal
just confirmed that he was disgusting.
"You're not alright though, are you? There's something wrong with you."
"Nope."
"Yes, there is."
"Don't think so."
"There is."
"I think a doctor would know if there was something wrong with me."
"Doctors know nothing."
"You know nothing."
"No." The Reverend spluttered. "You know nothing."
"And Socrates said that's what makes a man wise." Colby cringed at
himself, he sounded like his dad when he referred to old people quotes like
that.
"Do you think you're clever?" Sophie's dad grumbled.
 "Not particularly."
"At least we can agree on something then. All I am doing is offering help
that you so desperately need, but are too blind to see it. I'm not sure I want
my daughter associating herself with someone like yourself."
"Hold on." Interrupted Colby. "You can't stop Sophie from seeing me."
"I can. This is the consequence to your own ignorance. Sophie's doing
incredibly well for herself these days and I won't let a delinquent like you
ruin her future. If you truly cared for her, then you'd respect my wishes and
stay away." He paused and allowed the tragic idea of not speaking to Sophie
again sink in. "Or, you can accept the generous help I am offering, so that
you and Sophie can stay friends for as long as you wish. Which will it be?"
There was no snarky remark or quick quip Colby could think of to
respond to that. One or the other. Sophie or Ezra. "I... give me some time to
think about it."
That was enough to placate the Reverend. "Take all the time you need,
though the choice is obvious."
An elderly couple called out to the Reverend and he went over to them,
his arms spread open in a welcoming embrace.
As her dad left, Sophie shuffled back over. "Did- did you agree to
anything?" She asked softly.
"No, but I was offered help."
Sophie nodded then wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him.
He was confused by her actions until he felt her shoulders shake gently and
his shirt become slightly wet. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I couldn't
breathe when I saw you two talking. Don't accept the help. It's awful- worse
than awful. I'm so sorry, Colby."
"Hey, hey, it's okay." He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her
head to face him, his thumb wiping away her tears. "You thought you were
helping but there's nothing wrong, Soph. You're perfect the way you are."
That just seemed to make her cry harder. He held her until she managed
to calm down.
"Your dad says I can't see you anymore."
She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "I had a feeling he was going to say
that."
"I don't ever want to stop being your friend, but I don't want to get you in
trouble."
His mom pulled up in the car next to them.
 As Colby was about to get into the car, Sophie stood up and said to him:
"I'll see you on Monday." She said it with conviction, standing there on the
sidewalk with her shoulders back and head held high.
"Yep!" Colby smiled so wide his cheeks hurt.
He got into the car with his mom again. He told her that the church was
boring but it was nice seeing Sophie.
They were driving home and Colby was watching the world roll by his
window, daydreaming of going back to bed when he finally got home.
They passed the school that was entirely deserted except for one lone car
in the parking lot. It was a white Volkswagen.
He turned in his chair trying to see whether it really was the car he
thought it was.
"Mom, can you turn back to the school, please?" Colby asked, straining
his neck trying to see the school parking lot again.
"Is something there?" She asked.
"Maybe."
She pulled into the parking lot that was still bathed in the orange light of
the morning sun.
"Who's car is that?" His mom asked.
"I think..." he quickly got out the car and walked over to it.
It was Ezra's car, clearly from the number plate. Maybe Ezra had
forgotten it here or was somewhere near by and just needed somewhere to
park. God, he hoped that was the reason.
Colby's heart was hammering against his chest. The back pain, the bags
in the car, the lack of sleep, it was so obvious now.
He looked into the slightly tinted car windows. The car was packed full
of unfolded clothes and a duffle bag. The front seat was leaning all the way
back and there was Ezra curled up under a thin blanket, sleeping.
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Chapter 28: Mother knows best

Simultaneously it had been the worst and best week of Ezra's life.
The best parts had been an indescribable feeling of liberation. The
freedom of acting upon his own volition, doing what he wants, giving
Colby a blowjob. Isolated, those aspects were fantastic. Especially when he
was at school and surrounded by people who genuinely cared about him.
However, once school ended and those people all returned to their homes,
reality would strike Ezra to remind him that he no longer had that privilege.
He hadn't thought going home to be much of a privilege when he could do
it; as it would often lead to him either being yelled at by his father or simply
returning to a house too cold and too big for one person alone.
As soon as the school day is over, he is forced to -once again- obsess
over the fact that his own father kicked him out and his own mother refuses
to help.
He'd been sleeping in his car at the school car park for the past week.
Nobody really questioned it as he tended to stay late after school anyway to
avoid going home. He still had access to his bank account so he wasn't
starving and he used the showers in the gym and the school bathroom for
other hygiene matters.
Maybe his father was right. Maybe he should've been more grateful for
the roof over his head and having his own bed. But, then again, isn't that
just the bare necessities you're supposed to give your child? If so, somebody
should tell his parents about this radical idea.
On Saturday evening, he had spent the evening eating a warm meal with
Colby's family and lounging on Colby's bed. It was a welcome distraction.
Ezra was lying on Colby's chest with his arms wrapped around his torso
as Colby gave him a shoulder massage. Sleeping in the car wasn't exactly
good for your back. "I just don't believe salmonella is real, I mean, how can
you get sick from an egg? You're just eating a chicken's period. How can
that make you ill? I don't know, maybe I'm just built different." Colby
rambled nonsensically.
 Ezra laughed. "Something about the way you're built is definitely
different. A brain malfunction perhaps?"
Colby dug his elbow into Ezra's shoulder causing him to groan. "Oi! I'm
giving you a back massage, the least you can do is listen to my thoughts and
try to catch up with my progressive way of thinking."
"Progressive? That's a big word for you, Colby." Ezra teased, turning his
head up to give Colby a boyish smile.
Colby dug both his elbows into Ezra's back.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." Ezra whined. He didn't move away from Colby
but instead just hugged him even harder. Eventually, Colby let up his attack
once Ezra had pleaded for mercy.
"You staying the night?" Colby asked. "I have to go to Sophie's church
thing at 6:30 but I should be back by 8ish, you can stay here till I get back?"
"Can't." Ezra replied. He was thoroughly disappointed that he couldn't
stay, although, Colby's new habit of inviting Ezra to stay over as often as he
could was very endearing. "I'm meeting with someone tonight."
"Who?"
"My mom."
*
How long had it been since Ezra had last seen his mom in person? Four
years? Three? They would sometimes talk on the phone, but other than
that...
He was sitting in a small coffee shop that was known for staying open
late at night. It had the typical hipster aesthetic. The walls were painted red
with the words 'Live, Laugh, Love Coffee' written in white on top and the
floors were covered in laminated wood. The shop unsurprisingly stank of
the bitter smell of coffee and there was an indie song that Ezra could hardly
understand the lyrics of playing in the background.
He felt unsettled. He couldn't stop fiddling with anything within his
reach; from the paper straws on the table to the fabric of his own shirt. He
tapped his foot to a fast paced rhythm that he couldn't hear and he kept
scanning the street outside for signs of his mother.
She arrived 20 minutes later than agreed. She walked into the shop
wearing a long fur coat. She looked much healthier and much happier than
the last time he'd seen her, as at that time she had been going through an
ugly divorce with Ezra's dad.
 Ezra had definitely inherited his mother's looks as they had the same
blonde hair and blue eyes.
She smiled at him when she spotted him and came to take the seat
opposite him.
"You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you." His mother said
sweetly. "It's been so long, darling." She placed her hand very gently on top
of Ezra's that rested on the table.
He hadn't seen her in so long. It's not that he hadn't wanted to but after
what happened in court.
"Yeah, it's been a while. You look good." Was the best response he could
muster.
She giggled, "Thank you. I read your texts about... your current situation.
Are you sure your father won't let you back in?"
If you're asking me that then you clearly haven't read my texts, Ezra
thought. "He won't unless-" Was this his coming out to her? He'd written in
the texts about why his father had kicked him out so technically she already
knew, but saying it in person was a lot scarier than he had anticipated. "-
unless I stop seeing my boyfriend and date girls."
"I see." His mother replied. "Well, can't you just do that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I am tired of having to do everything he wants, not being who I
am. I am exhausted of having to please him every second of the day just so
he doesn't kick me out for not listening to him." How could she of all
people ask him why he couldn't continue to live under the tyrannical rule of
his father when she had been the one to leave without taking Ezra with her.
"I understand, Ezra, I do. But, this doesn't seem like too hard of a request.
High school relationships don't tend to last and maybe it is all a phase, don't
throw away your future because of feelings that you have right now." She
responded calmly, but he knew what she was doing.
"There is another option though, isn't there? I could come live with you
so that I -a 17 year old- could have a place to sleep and I could live freely.
Just like you."
His mother removed her hand from his and the gentle smile fell from her
face. "I know what it is you're asking of me, Ezra, but this was already
sorted out by the court. Your father has full custody of you because I-" don't
want you, Ezra thought, admit it, say it "- don't have the capabilities and
resources to look after you."
"All I'm asking for is a place to sleep. Nothing else. You don't have to
pay for anything for me, just give me a bed like mothers are supposed to." It
was a blow but he was so fucking tired of this stupid game between his
parents. Could he even call them parents? He didn't think they deserved the
title.
"The court said that I have no custody of you. Do you want me to break
the law? Plus I've gotten remarried and I don't know how he would feel
about this whole arrangement. I want things to work this time around, Ezra.
Don't you want me to be happy?"
He was furious. How dare she come here and use the Court as her
excuse. How dare she come and try and guilt trip him into going back to his
father so that she doesn't have to look after him. How dare she use all these
excuses when it simply boiled down to the fact that she didn't want her old
life intercepting with her new one.
"I am sorry, darling. I can give you money to help with finances. Maybe
you could buy your own place, you're old enough to be independent."
"I'm only 17."
"Exactly, nearly old enough to be living alone whilst you go to
University, consider this practice for living on your own." She smiled at
him as if she was offering genuine advice.
"I get it. I don't know how you and dad's marriage failed when you two
and your fucking self-centred egos were practically made for each other. I'll
take your money and I won't contact you again. I get it." He stood up from
the table and stormed out, his mother didn't try to stop him, after all she'd
gotten what she wanted.
He got back into his car and drove to the school's empty parking lot and
tried to will himself to go to sleep so he didn't have to obsess about what he
had done to deserve parents like his.
*
He awoke to a pounding sound. He tried to ignore it as his brain hadn't
woken up enough to remember where he was. Once he'd woken up,
however, he shot up from his lying down position nearly hitting his head on
the car roof. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Colby standing outside
his car.
He collected himself and put a brave face on before getting out the car.
 "What's up with you, Colby?" He tried to play off. "Can't a guy take a
nap around here."
Colby looked like he was about to cry but also like he was about to beat
the shit out of Ezra. "You've been sleeping in your car for the past week,
haven't you?" He all but yelled at him. Thank god nobody else was around.
"What? No. I was just out late last night and didn't want to be told off by
my dad so I decided to sleep here for the night. I'll just tell him I stayed the
night at Brent's and it'll all be fine. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not that stupid, Ezra! I'm sorry that I didn't notice before, but I see it
now, you dummy. Why didn't you tell me? I would do anything to help
you." Ezra still wasn't sure whether he was going to get punched by Colby
so he tensed a bit when Colby ran towards him. Colby wrapped his arms
and squeezed Ezra against him as hard as he could. "You're such an idiot,
you're dumber than I am."
Ezra hugged Colby back and felt like he was about to collapse. There
was something so draining about finally being caught, but not in a bad way.
In this case, it felt like he finally had some of the weight taken off of him
for a second, he was able to breath properly if only for a minute.
Colby took Ezra's hand and dragged him to a nearby car. That's when he
saw Jemma looking at him with a worried expression as well.
She didn't ask him what was wrong or what was happening, she simply
asked: "Should we take you home, dear?" He didn't even have to answer as
the mother-son duo forced him in. He locked his car and agreed that he'd
get it on Monday.
The drive was silent. Colby still clung to his hand and Ezra refused to let
go as well.
They arrived at the Williams household and Mr Williams was in the
kitchen cooking something that smelled divine.
"That took longer than expected." He called to them as they entered, he
peeped his head around the corner to look at them. "Morning, Ezra." He
greeted before going back to the kitchen.
"Colby, why don't you go get some clean clothes and other things for
Ezra." Jemma gently ordered Colby.
"But-" Colby tried to argue and squeezed Ezra's hand tighter.
Jemma smiled at the action. "I'm just going to have a quick word with
him, okay?"
Colby nodded and reluctantly let go of Ezra's hand.
 Jemma led Ezra out into the garden, then sat down on some garden chairs
and closed the glass door that cut it off from the house.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asked. Compared to seeing
his own mother last night, something about Jemma's genuine concern for
Ezra made him tell her everything that had happened between him and his
father that had led to him being kicked out.
Jemma didn't interrupt and listened to every word that Ezra poured out.
He got the same feeling as when he had been caught by Colby, a weight
being lifted from him.
When he finally finished, Jemma began to talk. "Oh, my dear." She held
his hand and -like her concern- there was something genuine about it.
"When I was your age, I was kicked out of my house too, you know."
"Why?" He couldn't help but ask.
"When I was in high school, I was quite the school slut. I didn't have the
greatest childhood growing up and for some reason there was something
about sex that would just make me feel better for a brief amount of time.
When I turned 16 I banged this nerd so that he would do my science
homework for me and the very next day he said he was madly in love with
me. Anyways, that scrawny nerd was called Trevor Williams and he had the
weakest pull out game in existence and I didn't like the way condoms felt; it
was a recipe for disaster.
Naturally, I got pregnant after a few hook ups with Trevor from that killer
combo we had going on and my parents found out. They said, and I'll
always remember this, 'My daughter isn't a whore, you are a whore and
therefore you're not my daughter.' And just like that I was out on my own.
Trevor has gone off to Uni as he had been in the year above, and I just
remembered so vividly how helpless and alone I felt.
After a few weeks of roughing it, I managed to get back in touch with
Trevor when he came to visit his family and I decided I would tell him that
I was pregnant with his kid. I was expecting him to give me some abortion
money or tell me to get fucked. Instead he promised me then and there that
he'll do anything to look after the baby and me. Williams men are just
different like that." She laughed to herself as she looked through the glass
door to see Colby and his dad messing about in the kitchen.
"I know what you're going through, Ezra. It seems like hell right now but
I promise you it gets better. The universe has got a plan and that included
getting you out of that horrid place and now you can live for yourself and
that's what I want you to do."
She leaned towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Sometimes you gotta be a little bit selfish, Ezra. It's nice to think of others
but what do you want? Who is Ezra Dickinson and what does he want out
of his life? You can stay here for as long as you need. You're going to be
okay."
His entire body gave in on itself and he collapsed onto Jemma. She
cradled his head and stroked his hair. She kept whispering to him as he
wept, "You are going to be okay."
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Chapter 29: Blue Balls and Bottom boys

This chapter is dedicated to @EzraDickInColby for very obvious

reasons.
"You've really fucked up this time, Colby. I swear to god there is nothing
going on in that thick head of yours as you have clearly not thought about
my feelings. You only ever consider yourself when you open that mouth of
yours and I've had it. We're done, we're over. This relationship is over
before it even began."
Colby could only listen, he didn't know what to say.
"You've ruined my life. We are through."
"Please," Colby begged, "just tell me what I did wrong before you go. I
can change, I can fix this, I swear to you."
"Alright, you get one last chance to fix this." Finley took a sharp breath
in before he screamed at Colby over the phone. "GET BRENT BACK ON
MY DICK! He thinks your stupid bottom strike is real and is refusing to let
me fuck him! I did not stay in the closet for over 16 years and have a crush
on the tall boy with an eight pack for the past six months, just for you to
fuck it up by spewing some shit about a bottom strike. I've got blue balls,
Colby! They're so big and heavy and-"
"Gross, I get the picture. What do you want me to do about it?" Colby
asked. "I want to go back to bed."
"Just tell him the strike is over or something. I bet you haven't even been
sticking to the stupid strike that you created."
Colby thought for a second before responding with absolute confidence.
"Actually, for your information, I haven't had sex since I began the strike
either so jokes on you."
"Who are you talking to?" Ezra asked in a groggy voice. Colby had given
him some clothes to sleep in and after Ezra had taken a shower, he had
collapsed onto Colby's bed and immediately fallen asleep. When Colby
awoke to his phone ringing, he found Ezra had managed to wrap both his
arms around Colby's waist in an iron grip.
 "Finley." Colby told him. "Go back to sleep." Colby still felt sick at the
fact that Ezra had been forced to sleep in his car for the past week. Even if
it meant they were late for school, Colby wanted him to get some rest. Ezra
hummed in response and pulled Colby closer to him. It was quite amusing
seeing the big, strong Ezra cling to Colby like a teddy bear.
"Is that Ezra?" Finley screeched across the phone. "You try and convince
me that you haven't had your back blown out since the strike started whilst
he is in your bed. You're a filthy liar, man. I have to suffer while you live
the good life, I see how much I mean to you now." Finley made fake crying
sounds that kind of sounded like a balloon deflating.
"Oh, shut up. Blue balls aren't even real."
"You'll see how real they are when I choke you to death on them!"
"Ew." Colby cringed. "Have you tried seducing Brent?"
"I've been around him."
"Yeah but have you tried seducing him?"
"Yes. I have been around him. My general presence and the suggestion
that I might whip out my massive horse cock is how I seduce people and it's
not working." Finley spoke as if Colby was the idiot. Granted, in most cases
he was but at this moment he was pretty sure he was giving smart advice.
"Do something romantic for him, show that you care. People love that
lovey-dovey crap."
"And what kind of lovey-dovey crap would you suggest I do, O wise
Colby." Finley sarcastically asked.
"I don't know! You're the one with the brains so you figure out!"
"No! You created this mess with your Bottoms strike bullshit, so you
figure it out, before I make you allergic to nuts by shoving mine so far
down your throat that they fuck up your immune system!"
"Bro," Colby began, "I'm not a biologist or anything, but I'm pretty sure
that's not how allergies work."
"Whatever! Just tell him the strike is off and my long schlong dong is
waiting for him. Okay?"
Colby laughed at Finley's ridiculous names for his dick. "Okay, I'll talk to
him. Bye, love you."
"Love you too, man."
Colby hung up the phone and settled back into bed.
"You tell Finley you love him?" Ezra asked, Colby had thought he'd gone
back to sleep.
 "Yeah. He's my best friend, I do love him. You don't tell Brent you love
him?"
"No, not really." Colby glanced down at Ezra, who in turn was peering up
at him. There was something oddly unfinished about the way Ezra
questioned Colby and Finley's affection for each other. Ezra closed his eyes
again and Colby left him so he could have a few more minutes of sleep.
He went downstairs to find his mom going on a rant about something and
his dad already dressed for school with his favourite bunny slippers on. His
dad always tried to look professional by wearing dark trousers with a
formal shirt, but he also wore a tie with some sort of dad joke or pun on it
so that his students didn't take him too seriously. His dad's silly ties were
famous around the school with multiple students coming to talk to his dad
just to see what tie he was wearing that day.
"Morning, Colbs." His dad greeted, he was drinking coffee from a mug
that said 'Now that I've had my coffee, it's time to go Wilde!' It had a picture
of Oscar Wilde on it. No one loved English quite like his dad did. "Did Ezra
sleep alright?"
"Yeah, he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow." Colby began to
rummage through the cupboards in the kitchen for food that Ezra might like
for breakfast.
"Bless him." His mom said. "I'll never understand how you can do that to
a child. Some adults need to grow the fuck up." Mr Dickinson better pray
he doesn't cross paths with Jemma Williams, his mom had a temper like no
other and she was already very fond of Ezra. "You'll never guess who I saw
yesterday."
"Who?" His dad asked.
"Mrs Powers."
"The old science teacher? She retired years ago, where did you see her?"
His dad put down the cup of coffee to focus solely on his wife.
"At the church service Colby went to. You know what the first thing she
asked me was? How did the teen pregnancy go. How does she still
remember that?! I haven't seen her in over 16 years."
"In the words of my Sophomore English class, you are living in her mind
rent free even after all these years. Apparently Mrs Powers saw Stacey
Longshore and started asking her intruding questions too."
"What did Stacey do?" Colby asked. "We got any eggs?"
 "Eggs are in the cupboard above the sink." His dad pointed to the
cupboard in question. "Stacey had a habit of committing arson in high
school and Mrs Powers kept asking her whether she still did it in a crowded
mall."
"She didn't mean any harm by it. She was a nice girl with a strange
addiction. We've all committed arson at some point or another." His mom
smiled.
"I haven't." Said Colby.
"Nor have I." Said his dad.
"Oh." His mom paused for a second before shooing Colby out of the
kitchen. "You go wake Ezra up, I'll make breakfast. Go, go, go."
Colby went back upstairs. Ezra had gotten up and was putting on clothes.
He was currently shirtless and Colby couldn't help but let his eyes sinfully
endulge in watching his back muscles roll and flex with every movement.
He was tempted to walk up behind him and place his hands-
NO! Bad Colby! He scolded himself. Ezra had just been kicked out of his
house and Colby's parents were downstairs, now was not the time to mess
around with his sexy boyfriend.
"Breakfast is ready." Colby said to interrupt his perverted thoughts.
Ezra turned and smiled at him. They walked downstairs together and
Ezra was immediately hugged by Colby's mom who asked him if he slept
well.
"Colby snores pretty loud, but other than that." Ezra teased.
"Go sleep on the sofa then, asshole." Colby punched his arm.
"No I'm fine thanks."
"Then stop complaining."
It had been agreed last night that Ezra was more than welcome to stay at
the Williams' house for as long as he likes.
*
The first order of Colby's school day: Get Brent to end the strike.
Finley had made sure to reiterate to him when he arrived at school that he
would shove his ready-to-pop blue balls down Colby's throat if he didn't get
Brent to end the strike. Colby had also found out that Finley had bought
Brent flowers and an array of chocolates, clearly Finley hadn't thought
Colby was being a complete idiot on the phone this morning.
"Where would Brent be right now?" He asked Ezra as they walked down
the hall together.
 "Probably out on the football field, he practices more than anyone." Ezra
put his arm around Colby's waist and pulled him closer
"No wonder he's built like a juggernaut." Colby remarked.
Colby had always admired the way Brent looked. He was so tall and
whilst his muscles weren't defined you could tell he could snap you in half
like a twig, like a young Mountain from Game of Thrones. It's what made
him so perfect for football. He had dark skin and hair. Everything about
him, Finley would constantly gush about. At the time Finley had insisted
that he just wanted to look like Brent but in retrospect it was super obvious
that Finley was crushing on him even back then.
"Yo, Ezra, Colby!" Jordan Park walked towards them in the hallway, he
was smiling until he looked confused. "You guys are taking that joke about
you two dating pretty seriously, huh?" He stared at Ezra's arm on Colby's
waist.
Colby was about to pull away and laugh it off but Ezra kept his arm
firmly in place. He was also smiling but with an odd aggression. "Who said
it was a joke?" Ezra asked but it wasn't really a question.
"No fucking way," Jordan mumbled under his breath, "but you both...
with Joanna... I thought... what?"
Ezra pulled Colby forward and slapped Jordan's back. "See you later,
Park."
"You don't mind people knowing?" Colby asked Ezra.
"Not anymore." Ezra grinned at him. Ezra led him to the football field
and -sure enough- Brent was practicing his tackles on a dummy with some
of the other guys.
"Hey, Brent!" Ezra called out. Brent took of his helmet and turned to look
at them, his curly brown hair sticking up in all directions. "Colby wants to
talk!"
"Coming!" Brent called back. He jogged over and waved goodbye to the
guys he was playing with.
"I need to go tell Coach why I wasn't at practice this morning." Said
Ezra.
"What are you going to tell her?" Asked Colby.
"The truth. She knows that I've been having problems at home, it isn't the
first time it's interrupted playing football, she'll understand." Ezra made
Coach Clain sound much nicer than she really was.
 "What's up, Colby?" Brent was slightly out of breath by the time he
reached Colby, Ezra had already disappeared in search of the Coach.
"I was just going to let you know that the bottom strike is over. Finley
caved in, we won." Colby said charismatically.
"The what strike?" Brent asked.
"You know, the bottom strike." Brent showed no recollection on his face.
"I made it up on Monday and you agreed to it. Isn't that the reason you're
not fucking Finley?"
Brent's eyes shot open and he gasped at Colby. "You- you're very blunt
with your words." He paused and looked down at his feet. "Can I tell you
the truth, Colby?" Colby nodded. "It's kind of humiliating, but the first time
Finley and I... you know... I was so embarrassed of the way I looked. Finley
is so handsome and lean and really pretty, but I'm too tall and fat. I had to
take some liquid courage before I had the guts to take my clothes off in
front of him and then when we had sex... it looked like I was about to crush
him with my thighs. I didn't even dare go on top in case I flattened him."
Colby nodded again in understanding but also confused about how heavy
Brent thought he was. "I get it. I was embarrassed being naked in front of
Ezra when we did it for the first time. He's so perfect and I felt ugly next to
him."
"Exactly!" Brent yelled excitedly. He cleared his throat and calmed down
a bit. "It just seems pointless to try and explain it to him because I know it
is silly but can't help thinking like this."
"I get it. However, I can one hundred percent guarantee that you are
unbelievably handsome and no one knows that more than Finely."
"But he's so out of my league! I hadn't even imagined being with a guy
and then Finley started flirting with me -which was completely unexpected-
when we were at that football camp and one thing just kind of led to
another." Brent covered his face with his huge hands. "I like him so much. I
just don't look good enough for him."
Colby grabbed those big hands and ripped them away, forcing Brent to
look at him. "Now, listen here. I've known Finley for years now and I can
guarantee that you are good enough for him. You're his dream guy and for
years you were all he would talk about. You are tall and you're built like a
bear, bro, but that's what makes you look so amazing. Now go to Finely,
seduce him with that awesome body of yours and accept the flowers and
chocolates he got you, because I am going to be bullying him for months
for being such a sap."
"Thanks Colby." Brent pulled Colby in for a bear hug and Colby could
feel his bones grinding against each other. He still hugged the friendly giant
back though.
"No problem, I'm here anytime."
*
Later that day, when Ezra and Colby had returned home and they lay on
Colby's bed cuddling and kissing. Colby received a message from Finley.
It was a picture. Finley was doing a thumbs up and smiling like a lunatic
over a mop of curly dark hair that had the face hidden under a navy blue
blanket but was obviously Brent.
'Blue balls successfully cured.' Was the message attached to it.
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Chapter 30: Alcoholics Anonymous

It could most certainly be argued that last week had been pretty rough. Ezra
had been sleeping in his car, Sophie had admitted to experiencing
conversion therapy, Brent had been much more insecure about his body
than anyone really realised, and Finley had gone a whole week with blue
balls. Despite all this, Colby had a good feeling about this week. With drive
and determination he could brighten the lives of those nearest and dearest to
him.
First mission of the day: Reunite the three amigos! Finley, Sophie and
Colby would be best friends again before the day was up, or at least that
was Colby's optimistic thinking getting the best of him.
Colby had managed to wrangle the pair of them to be in the same area
without them trying to murder each other. A big step in the right direction!
The three of them were sitting on a wooden picnic table that was situated
on the field outside the school. Finely and Sophie sat opposite of each other
-clearly not happy about the situation- and Colby sat in the middle of them
as an adjudicator of sorts.
"Thanks for coming, guys." Colby began, he smiled at them both. Finley
looked pissed and Sophie looked nervous.
"What's going on, man?" Finley sighed with exasperation, "I already
know it's something dumb, but I want to see if I can make even a little sense
out of this."
Colby kept his smile on, in his mind, he was relieving the tension by
smiling but in reality he just looked insane. "Well, I think it's about time
that we all sat down together and had a deep discussion about everything.
We're all just going to speak honestly to get everything out in the open."
Colby was pretty proud of his plan. Last night, he had been watching a
TV show with Ezra and in one of the scenes a character was in an
Alcoholics Anonymous meeting and the person in charge of the meeting
spoke calmly and got the character to open up about their problems. He was
going for the same vibe with his friends. Ezra had expressed that he didn't
have much faith in Colby's plan, but Ezra was definitely wrong.
 "Who wants to go first?" Colby asked.
"I will." Finley interjected, still scowling. "I think Sophie is a
homophobic bitch and a terrible friend."
"Okay." Said Colby, slightly dejected that they were off to a bad start but
it wasn't over yet. "That was definitely honest. Sophie, your thoughts?"
Sophie stared down into her lap and clenched her fists into the white
dress she was wearing, her auburn hair falling haphazardly around her face.
"I know that I haven't exactly been good to you guys lately-"
"-That's a fucking understatement." Finley mumbled.
Sophie looked up and glared at him. "BUT, I really did think I was
helping you two. It's what I've been taught, it's what I've been told.
Everything I have done is because I care, I promise."
Finley slammed his hand on the table. "Bullshit! I'm not going to pretend
like I know what you've been through or whatever but you've done some
inexcusable things that have nothing to do with trying to save our gay souls
or whatever. First things first: you tried to blackmail your childhood friend
with a picture of him making out with another boy."
"I wasn't trying to blackmail him, I swear!" Sophie rebutdtaled. "I was
trying to warn him about what he'd done with Ezra at the party."
"Which leads me into my second point." Finley took over once again.
"What the fuck was your obsession with Ezra? Because at the time, none of
us really knew him as anything other that the asshole who had slept with
Joanna behind Colby's back. You knew as well as I did how hurt he was
after that and yet you not only go and crush on him but you became super
close with Joanna. How do you explain that?"
How did she explain that? Colby hadn't even thought about that, he'd
purposefully pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind in fear of an
answer. Sophie cared about Colby, he knew she did... didn't she?
Sophie seemed lost for words as her eyes looked around frantically for an
answer. Her mouth would gape open like a fish out of water but she didn't
say anything. Eventually she stuttered out, "I- I don't know. All the girls I
knew were in love with Ezra, they'd constantly go on about how nice and
handsome and that he was totally boyfriend material. At the time all my girl
friends kept questioning me why I didn't have a boyfriend and then Joanna
said that it was because I was a... lesbian." Her expression became
distressed.
 Finley sighed. "So your plan was to use Ezra as your beard?" Sophie
nodded.
"What's a beard?" Colby asked.
"A beard is when a gay person dates someone of the opposite sex to hide
the fact that they're gay. I'm not sure what the lesbian equivalent is." Finley
rubbed his face in his hands. He'd redone his hair recently into cornrows
and it brought out his high and defined cheekbones. "I'm guessing you
didn't realise Ezra was gay."
Sophie shook her head. "Not at first. He was good at hiding it, better than
I was. I began to get suspicious though when a majority of what we'd talk
about was Colby."
"What?" Colby exclaimed. His face felt hot at the suggestion that Ezra
was into him back then.
"Yep." Sophie giggled at his reaction. "I used to think it was so weird that
the guy who had slept with Joanna behind your back was obsessed with
you. It was only at the party when I saw the two of you kissing round the
back that I realised how he felt about you. So, I thought it was perfect. He
could cover for me and I could cover for him; I even thought that I could
convince myself to be genuinely into him and I think I was for a little bit. I
didn't expect for you two to actually get together though, how did that
happen?"
Sophie waited expectantly for Colby to answer but it was a much more
complicated question than she realised.
"Um... well, you see... when you sent me that picture of us making out I
was like 'I'm definitely not gay and I'm not a bottom', so to prove it I-"
Colby curled his hand into a fist and pumped it up and down, "you know."
Sophie still looked confused. "I gave him a handjob."
"You gave him a handjob to prove you were straight and a top?" Sophie
turned to Finley to see if he could make it make sense. Finely shrugged at
her with a 'Colby will be Colby' expression.
"It made sense at the time." Colby defended.
"No, it didn't." Finley said. "In Colbyland it makes sense, but in the real
world you were just giving Ezra severe whiplash with your constant change
in attitudes towards him. He could sue you for damages." He joked.
"He already got compensation when he fucked me in the ass and nearly
crippled me."
 "You two have already had sex?Like-" She made a small ring with her
fingers on one hand and timidly shoved a finger on her other hand through
the ring, "Like Penetrative sex? I thought you were kidding, you'd been
angry at him like a week before you told me at the party. I thought you were
just trying to make me go away. When did this happen?"
"The Friday before the training weekend." Replied Colby.
Sophie's eyes were wide and her mouth hung open.
Finely looked kind of smug at her shock. "Afraid so, Sophie dear. Whilst
you were trying your hardest to flirt with darling Ezra, he had already got a
slice of the Colby cake." Finely leaned over and smacked Colby's ass
causing him to release a loud squeak. "But let's not get distracted here.
Being closeted is hard but you didn't have to be such a bitch about it."
Finely was back on track.
Sophie snapped out of her little daze. "I know, I realise how awful I was
being now when I-" She stopped.
"When you what?" Finely prompted.
"When... when I tried to sign Ezra and Colby up for conversion therapy."
"You did what?!" If Finley was pissed before, he was furious now.
"It's fine, Finley." Colby placed his hand on Finley's shoulder. "She
changed her mind and that's what matters."
"Man. No." Finley groaned. "Conversion therapy is no joke. It fucks you
up and leaves you a shadow of the person you were before, that's even if
you survive the process, most take themselves out because they become so
disgusted with themselves." Finely turned his attention back to Sophie. "I
can't believe you would do that!"
Her eyes were brimming with tears about to spill down her cheeks. "I
know, I know. I didn't think about what they would do to him, only that
they'd make him better like they made me better." That's when the tears
could no longer be restrained and they stained her soft pink cheeks.
Colby pulled the sleeve of his long sleeved black shirt -technically it was
Ezra's shirt but Colby had stolen it for the day- and wiped away the tears
with it. He hoped Ezra wouldn't mind the damp sleeves when he gave it
back to him.
"I'm sorry you went through that, Sophie." Said Finley, he reached
forward and placed his hand on hers. "But what you did wasn't right."
Sophie nodded, her throat too tight to respond. "I'm sorry." It came out
quiet and croaked.
 "Yeah." Finley took his hand off of hers and stood up. "I'm going to go
and think. Don't go and have sex in a public place again, okay, man?"
Colby spluttered. "I don't have sex in public places!"
"You kind of do. You and Ezra are freaky like that."
"Name one time!"
"The handjob in the team showers, making out in a hallway, giving Ezra
a blowjob in his living room, fucking in the boys bathroom, making out at
Brent's house, getting a blowjob in the team showers, fucking in your living
room..."
"Okay, I get the picture. But for your information, it's Ezra who wants to
do those things not me."
"Sure, man. Sure." He clapped Colby's shoulder and walked off back into
the school building, probably to find Brent.
"I am sorry." Sophie whispered, her head leaning against Colby's arm. "I
wasn't thinking for myself, I was just doing what I've been told."
"I know." Colby replied and stroked her hair.
"Hiya!" Colby and Sophie jumped at the sudden and loud greeting.
Avni was walking towards them. She was wearing a yellow crop top and
bell bottom jeans that he knew his mom would approve of. Her dark hair
was in a long plait down her back and she had a gold nose ring in.
She came closer to the picnic table then stopped when she saw that
Sophie was crying.
"Oh my gosh, what's wrong?" She immediately went to Sophie's side and
comforted her. However, Sophie wasn't crying anymore, she only looked
flustered and embarrassed.
"She's just upset because..." Come on Colby, Ezra and Finley have told
you that you are bad at lying so think of something good this time, "... she
thinks she failed her biology exam."
Avni looked confused. "But the biology exam isn't till next week?"
FUCK.
Avni lifted Sophie's face and pinched her nose. "You can't have failed a
test you haven't taken yet, you worry wart. How about we revise together if
you're that worried about it?"
FUCK YES!
"Alright." Sophie agreed, her cheeks ablaze.
Colby decided he should leave them alone for any lesbian activities to
occur. He had heard that lesbians moved very quickly in relationships so he
thought it best to remove himself so the process could begin.
"I've got to go, see you two later." He ran off before Sophie could call
him back.
He triumphantly skipped into the school, assured in the thought that he
may be the best wingman on the planet after what he just pulled. Without
even thinking about it, he skipped all around the school until he stumbled
across Ezra, excited to tell him all about how great a wingman he was.
Ezra was talking to some girls from the hockey club, one of whom Colby
was friends with and had been the one to tell him about what friends with
benefits relationships were like.
"Hey Parker." He fist bumped his friend from the hockey club, a tall and
wild girl with her hair dyed pink.
"'Sup Williams."
"You look happy." Ezra remarked.
"I am over the moon and let me tell you why." Colby was smiling like the
Cheshire Cat. "Not only did my Alcoholics Anonymous trick kind of work,
it turns out I am a good liar and I am an excellent wingman."
"I doubt all three of those things." Ezra wrapped one arm around his
waist and pulled him closer, a move that Ezra did so often that Colby was
becoming very used to it due to the amount of times he had done it.
The two other hockey girls whispered to each other about the rumours
being true but it was only Lottie Parker that spoke up from the three of
them.
"No way. Williams, you actually banging little miss golden boy over
here." She shoved her thumb in Ezra's direction.
"Little miss golden boy?" Ezra mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah. I'm disappointed in myself too." Said Colby, earning a tight
squeeze from Ezra.
"Lol, that's hilarious." Parker giggled. "Come on." She kicked the other
two girls to start walking away.
"Go on then," said Ezra, "how did Operation Alcoholics Anonymous
go?"
"Good! Actually, not very good, because Finley and Sophie aren't really
friends again, so not that good. But progress!"
Ezra agreed with encouragement.
"The exciting part is that when Finley left, Avni came over and I was the
best wingman. Avni saw that she was crying and asked what was wrong and
I came up with the perfect lie." Colby explained the rest of the situation to
him from his amazing lie to his wingman skills.
Ezra was trying to smother his chuckling by the end of Colby's ramble.
"So, basically, you didn't come up with the perfect lie, in fact you really
messed up the lie but luckily Avni misinterpreted what you said and
comforted Sophie without you really doing anything."
"What do you mean without me doing anything, I was highly involved."
"Okay, babe." Colby's stomach fluttered a little bit at that. For some
reason Ezra had been trying out pet names on Colby. Colby already had a
pet name for Ezra and that was asshole or -when things were getting a little
spicy- dickhead.
"Sophie said that when she was flirting with you, all you would ask about
was me. That's embarrassing." Colby tried to tease Ezra but he was
unbothered.
"Not really, I've had a crush on you since the moment we met."
"No you haven't!"
"Yes, I have. I just wasn't very good at showing it." He sounded guilty by
his last words.
"Are you saying this so that I'll have sex with you in a public space?"
"What?"
"I'm on to you, pervert."
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What do you all think of the new cover?

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It was made by @M_Rainberry. It's made much better than the one
I did and it is a lot more explicit .
Sorry this has taken a while to update, it's been a busy week, so I've
made this chapter longer than usual and I'm also changing up the POV
today.
*
Life was too short to be this complicated, or at least, that was Finley's
opinion on the matter.
He was aware that there were complicated issues in the world and not
everything can be sorted into black and white categories, high school
especially just being a massive clusterfuck of teenagers who have no idea
what they're doing half the time so they do very questionable morally gray
things. But, come on! Did it have to be this complicated?
Finley and Sophie were never particularly close, not as close as Finely
was to Colby anyway.
They had a few things in common and he could have a good conversation
with her, but they wouldn't really hang out just the two of them outside of
school. At the time it was nothing personal, they just weren't that close.
However, when Sophie started to live up to the homophobic Christian act,
he never looked at her the same way again.
He was sure it was a non-complicated matter. Sophie was homophobic,
therefore, he and Colby should stop talking to her. Simple maths.
Of course, nothing was that cut and dry.
Sophie had deep internalised homophobia, like deeper than a fourteen
year old white girl making inspirational posts about depression on tumblr
kind of deep. It was a terrible and sad thing, he was sympathetic, he was.
However, when she began to force her internalised homophobia onto others,
onto Colby, he couldn't forgive her.
But! Of course, she had to have a legitimate reason for acting the way she
did which was her parents. Finley had never met them but Colby said they
gave him the creeps. It took a lot for Colby to distrust someone -he didn't
even hate Joanna after what she did- so he trusted his judgement on this.
She was the daughter of a pastor known for being homophobic and racist
at times. She never got changed in the girls locker room, she'd come into
school already in uniform and then go to the bathroom to get changed. At
first, he thought that was due to body issues or something but now he was
sure she just had gay guilt for seeing girls semi-nude.
The biggest sign was when she went away to bible camp for a Summer.
Colby had written her letters every day of that Summer and she hadn't
responded to a single one. Finely remembered Colby insisting that his
letters were lost in the mail or he'd been stupid and written the wrong
address on it. Sophie returned when the Summer was over -well, it wasn't
really the Sophie that Finley remembered.
Ugh, it was all too needlessly complicated for Finley.
To forgive Sophie or not to forgive Sophie, that was the question. Ew, did
he just quote Shakespeare? He was spending too much time paying
attention to Mr Williams in English class.
Finley lay on his bed for a few more minutes in nothing but a pair of
boxers and his arm draped over his eyes. He groaned aloud -not loud
enough to wake his parents-, but loud enough to relieve some frustration.
Of course Colby was going to forgive her, that was just the type of person
he was. But now Finely was going to look like such a dick for not doing the
same. Not that he cared how people saw him, but come on this was just
annoying.
He tried to think of something to get his mind of it, something better... or
someone.
He started grinning like a fool when he remembered Brent coming back
to his place last night. That boy must've been crafted by angels to be that
beautiful.
He was huge in every way and whilst his skin wasn't as dark as Finley's,
he still resembled a rich honey colour, perhaps that was why Finley could
hardly take his lips off of his sweet body once they were attached. That
night, Finley had worked his way down Brent's larger form. Hands roaming
over his large pecs and lips tasting all there was on offer. He went down,
down, down, until his head was buried in between Brent's thighs.
He had grasped Brent's thighs and kissed the bend where they met his
crotch, before taking Brent into his mouth.
 Brent had writhed on the bed as his hands grasped as much of the sheets
as he could and his thighs squeezed Finley's head.
Finley had grasped Brent's thighs, although they were so voluptuous that
his hand couldn't fit even half way around them. His skin had been soft but
his muscles were hard from training.
Finley had made it his duty to memorise the way Brent liked to be gone
down on. From the way Brent enjoyed Finley focusing on his tip at the
beginning to then moving lower down his dick when that became too
sensitive. He knew what kept Brent squirming, what made his brain melt in
euphoria, and he was more than happy to give it to him. He also knew when
Brent was about to cum, it always began as a small tremble in his left leg,
so Finley would remove himself from Brent's thighs. Not that he wanted to,
he could happily live the rest of his days between them, but he had had a
goal to achieve that night.
Brent had stared at him with droopy eyes and flushed cheeks. "What's
wrong, Fin?" He had asked. Nothing was wrong, but something was about
to go Oh so right.
Brent had expressed to Finley his insecurity of how big his body was in
comparison to Finley's. He had confided in Finley that he felt fat and too
wide; a ridiculous notion that Finley was striving to put an end to. After all,
it had originally been Brent's body that had attracted Finley before Finley
had come to know Brent's sweet personality.
"I want to do something different." Finely had told Brent. "I want you to
ride me."
Brent hadn't been on board with the idea at first. "I could crush you, I
could literally crush you to death." Brent had insisted. It didn't sound like a
bad way to go in Finley's opinion.
"Please, baby." Finley had leaned forward and groped at Brent's chest and
nipped the underside of his chin. "I want you so bad." Finely had lifted his
knee and pressed it to Brent's erection causing Brent to moan.
"Okay. But tell me if I'm too heavy and I'll get off."
Not a chance, Finley thought. "Alright."
Finley rolled over onto his back on the bed and watched as Brent
straddled him. He was a lucky boy indeed. Brent had been slow and
reluctant to put any weight on Finley.
Eventually, he got very into it. Slamming himself onto Finley beneath
him as Finley tried to keep up. Brent could act like an innocent flower all he
liked, but when it was just him and Finley...
"Fuck." Finley dreamily muttered to himself, his smile physically hurting
his cheeks now. How had he become so lucky to get the attention of
someone like Brent? He honestly had no idea.
There was a banging on his bedroom door. "Get up, you fat ass!"
"Fuck off, Miria!" Finley yelled and threw his pillow at the door.
"That's it! I'm telling mom! MOM!" His sister screamed from the other
side of the door.
Finley rushed to his bedroom door and nearly ripped it off its hinges with
how fast he opened it. His sister was standing there, her arms crossed over
her chest.
"Mom's not actually home, dumbass." She teased. "Get dressed, you're
taking me to school."
"The Middle school is a block away, just walk." Finley complained.
"I don't want to! It's cold!"
"Fine! Whatever, I'll drive you."
"Is Brent coming round again today? I want to show him my Hatsune
Miku figurine." Miria had managed to discover a hidden side to Brent that
even Finley didn't know about, Brent was a closeted otaku. It was adorable
the way Brent had fangirled with Miria over anime and manga and had
managed to get Finley to start a show called One Piece.
He'd have never have pinned Brent to be into that type of thing, he had
many hidden interests. Brent was also very good at hair as he had managed
to braid Miria's hair and that was no easy feat with her 4c hair type.
He was amazing, more than amazing. The way he had ridden Finley last
night. His head tossed back in ecstasy and his back arched...
"Finley! Earth to Finley!" Miria bashed her small fist against her
brother's head.
"Ow! What?"
"Take me to school already. Why do you keep zoning out? Are you
thinking of something good?" She asked.
I'm thinking of the best thing in the world, thought Finley.
*
"You sure you want to do this, man?" The fear had penetrated into the
very bones of Finley's being.
"Yes." Colby replied, but there was clear hesitance in his voice.
 Had the door to Coach Clain's office always been this intimidating? It
appeared as a giant barrier separating the threshold of the safety of the
school to the vicious tiger's den. The final line of protection.
"You don't have to do this." Colby said to Finley. "You can go back to the
team, play football, give Brent a blowjob in the shower just like you wanted
to."
Finley gave him a reassuring smile and shook his head. "Nah. If you're
going to get murdered by Coach then so am I. Maybe she'll let us share the
same shallow grave. Plus, Brent isn't an exhibitionist like you and Ezra."
"What? I'm not really that into museum exhibitions." Said Colby.
"That's not what exhibitionist means."
Finely was about to raise his hand to knock on the door but the sound of
squeaking trainers echoed down the hallway and revealed that the tiger
wasn't in her cage.
Coach Clain walked down the hallway in her usual navy sweatpants and
white shirt with a red whistle around her neck.
"The fucking hell are you two doing outside my door?" She scowled at
them. "What do you want?"
Finely and Colby glanced at each other then answered in unison: "We're
quitting the team."
"No." Coach replied.
"Um, all due respect Coach but you can't refuse us leaving the club."
Finley explained carefully.
"Sure I can."
"But we want to quit." Said Colby.
"Yes, and I'm saying no." Coach walked inside her office and sat at her
very organised desk, Colby and Finley followed her in. "Close the door and
make sure you slam it." She ordered.
Finley was confused but Colby didn't even hesitate to nearly break the
door in half when he closed it. Why would he actually close it? Now she
was going to kill them where no one could see and no one would dare to
come and look for them.
Coach opened a draw on her desk and pulled out a switch army knife and
began to polish the blade with a small piece of cloth. "Now, boys. Explain
to me again why you want to quit my wonderful team."
Finley was hesitant, he would have to word this carefully with the
upmost politeness to get out of this office alive.
 "I just don't like football anymore." Colby replied immediately.
We're going to die, Finley realised.
Coach set the knife down and sighed. That was good, at least she was
kind of unarmed now. "That's it? You just don't like the game anymore."
Finley nodded.
"Ugh, fine. You can quit and be pathetic losers, it's none of my business."
Coach groaned, clearly annoyed. "You tell anyone this and I'll gut you two
like a fish... you were a pleasure to have."
"We were a what?" Finley couldn't stop himself from asking in disbelief.
"Don't fucking push it." She glared at him. She looked over to Colby who
looked equally surprised at Coach being kind. "Thank you for looking after
Ezra. He's told me what you and your family are doing for him and I'm very
grateful."
Colby just blinked in disbelief.
She stood from her desk and picked up the knife. "Now. You two aren't
going to tell anyone that I showed human compassion here today, are you?"
The boys shook their heads vigorously. "Good. You're going to tell people
that I gave you the beatings of your life and I kicked you off the team. If
you see me walking past you in the corridor, I want you to flinch when I get
close to you. Got it?" They nodded their heads. "Very good. Now get out!"
The boys scampered out of her office and went back to the cafeteria.
They had gone to see Coach at the beginning of lunch and had left Brent
and Ezra to their own volitions. Finley's mind couldn't help wandering back
to the way Brent had completely given himself over to Finley last night. He
truly was the most beautiful person Finley had ever seen.
"Oh wait, can we swing by my locker? I've gotta grab my biology
textbook." Colby interrupted his thoughts.
"Since when did you look at the biology textbook?" Finely asked,
genuinely surprised that Colby even had the textbook in the first place.
"Since Ezra promised I can top if I do really well in the upcoming
biology text." Colby looked hyped. "I forgot why I started this whole thing
with Ezra. It all began because I tried to prove myself as the top physically.
However, I have learnt since then and now I'm going to show I'm a top, not
through physical dominance, but through my superior intelligence instead!"
"Sounds like Ezra is just bribing you to revise for stuff. I bet your dad's
happy about that."
"My dad thinks Ezra is a godsend and a good influence on me."
 Finley laughed at that. "Ezra has got you so whipped."
"No!" Colby protested. "It is definitely the other way round."
Colby rooted through the mess that was his locker. It was disgusting.
There was no organisation to his books, there was food in there covered in
mould and random items scattered everywhere. On the inside of the locker
door, there was a photograph of Colby and Finley after they had just won
their first football game, it was funny to look at it now, as their gear had
been too big for them back then and they had poorly done face paint across
their cheeks. There was another picture of Colby and Sophie when they
were in middle school taped there as well and a picture of his parents. The
newest addition was a picture of Ezra sitting in a field somewhere smiling
at the camera. How cute.
Finley had many pictures of Brent on his phone but none of them were
PG enough to tape to his locker. What could he say, Brent liked sending
him nudes even if he was insecure about his body and Finley was more than
happy to receive them.
"Found it!" Colby exclaimed. "Just you wait, bro. I'm going to fuck him
so hard."
There was something very boyish about Colby. He was immature and
childish in an endearing way and always had that innocent smile on his
face. His unruly mop of black hair that sat on his head that would constantly
fall into his eyes just added to his boyish look.
They walked back to the cafeteria and sat at a round table that Ezra and
Brent were sitting at.
Colby made quite the show of dramatically sitting down and unveiling
his biology textbook and beginning to read it. Ezra touched his waist, but
Colby pushed his hand away.
"Excuse me, asshole. Some of us have important things to revise and
can't let ourselves be lazy, unlike some people." He wracked Ezra with a
hard stare before going back to his textbook.
"Babe." Ezra prodded.
"Not now. I am studying. It's hard being so intelligent." Colby sighed and
patted his brow with his sleeve.
"Babe." Ezra prodded again.
"What?" Colby asked.
"Your textbook is upside down, man." Finley laughed.
Ezra reached forward and turned the textbook the right way up.
 "Oh." Colby looked slightly embarrassed.
"It's alright, man. You just liked the challenge of reading it upside down.
That takes some real big brain energy to do that." Said Finley, he saw Brent
chuckling at him from the corner of his eye. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
"Yep! That's exactly what I was doing! Hear that, dickhead?" Colby
elbowed Ezra who had managed to grab Colby's waist after all.
Finley looked across the cafeteria and saw Sophie talking to Avni.
Personally, Finely really liked Avni. She was cool and suave and shared
Finley's ideals of life is short so have a good time. They had math class
together and would talk then.
Avni waved goodbye to Sophie and walked off. Not even a second later,
Sophie's arm was grabbed by Joanna and she was pulled out of the
cafeteria. What the hell? What kind of relationship did those two have?
"You okay, Fin?" Brent's deep voice gently asked. "You look like you're a
thousand miles away."
Finely turned back to the table. Colby and Ezra were still bickering like
an old married couple. Although, they may as well be married since they
now lived together and slept in the same bed, Colby was even aiming to go
to the same university as Ezra. Brent looked angelic with his large form
blocking the artificial lights above Finley and creating a pseudo-halo
around his head.
"I'm fine." He held Brent's hand.
It was all too complicated for Finley. Too much trouble and turmoil when
dealing with Sophie. All he wanted to do, was to be in between those thick
thighs.
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⭕️ This chapter is completely optional and has no major plot points in

it. It's pure filth and fans of the actual plot should just skip to the next
chapter.
THANK YOU FOR ONE MILLION READS!!! As a gift please take
the unholy chapter below and know that both the story of Brent/Finley
and Sophie's story will be up either tomorrow or the day after.
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"If you do really well in the upcoming biology test, you can top."
That promise. It had consumed Colby. Every waking moment he could
hear that promise ringing through his mind.
No. Promise didn't capture the meaning of what Ezra said. It was more
than a promise.
An oath.
A pledge.
A sworn vow of the upmost importance held between two lovers.
That was the true meaning behind Ezra's words.
Colby had previously lost sight of his original goal. He was distracted
and blinded by his love for Ezra, that he nearly forgot that the reason he
kissed Ezra for the first time in that shower, was to prove that he was a top.
Granted, he had arguably failed at proving he was a top as he had
repeatedly bottomed for Ezra every time they had sex. Not that he was
complaining about being in that position, it was not not the best sex he ever
had. Okay, it was great, but everything with Ezra was. Regardless, the point
was that Colby needed to achieve his original goal of topping and he was
ready to do anything for it, even study.
He sat at his family's dining room table and shoved his face into his
biology textbook. He hated science, but for Ezra's ass, he would come to
love it.
 His mom had been staring at him in shock ever since Colby sat down at
the table and started revising. His dad and Ezra were talking in the kitchen
but Colby could hear them.
"I really think I should start paying rent. I insist on it." Ezra's voice was
so nice and deep, maybe he could read the textbook to Colby, then he might
actually have a chance of remembering it. No that wouldn't work. If Colby's
track record showed anything, it was that Colby couldn't help but try to get
into Ezra's pants whenever it was just the two of them.
"Don't be silly. You are part of the household now, you do chores, you go
out to do the shopping when I'm busy, you've managed to get my son to
study. Trust me, you've done more than enough for us." His dad calmly
replied. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.
"But you're doing so much for me and I'm just freeloading here. At least
let me pay for something around here, like the groceries." Red blood cells
carry oxygen around the body.
"Ezra. We didn't invite you into our house because we see you as some
charity case or way to get some money. We care about you and we want to
look after you. I'd no sooner be asking for rent from Colby than I would
from you." There are three main types of neurones: sensory, relay and
motor.
"He's right, dear. We're not taking you in for your money. We're taking
you in so you can get Colby to do shit. It's incredible. What did you say to
him to make him do this?" His mom asked. An example of a single cell
organism is yeast.
Colby heard Ezra's feet patting against the tiled floor as he walked into
the dining room and took a seat next to Colby. "I um... I offered him..." Ezra
looked to Colby for help but he was focused on the promise.
"Say no more." His mom stood from the table and patted Ezra's head. "I
catch your drift. I used to do the same thing to Trev to make him do my
homework." She laughed evilly then went to the kitchen to go harass her
husband.
Ezra chuckled and rested his head on Colby's shoulder, he placed his
hand on Colby's thigh and rubbed his thumb across the fabric of his jeans.
"How much longer are you going to study for?"
"Don't you try and distract me, pervert. You know what you promised
and you can't distract me from it with your-" Colby gestured to Ezra's hand
with disgust, "sexual advances."
 "So you don't want me to give you a lift to school? Fine, walk."
Shit. Colby put down the textbook and lifted Ezra's hand to hold it to his
cheek. "Can I have a lift to school please, best boyfriend in the world." He
batted his eyelashes at him.
"Since you asked so nicely."
*
Okay. Stay calm. It's time.
Within the next hour, Colby was about to prove whether he was worthy
of being the top through this biology test. All he had to do was not get
distracted and keep his eyes on the prize.
Ezra was sitting on the row in front of him talking to some of his friends,
his back was curved which accentuated his ass. Eyes on the prize.
A delicate hand touched Colby's shoulder.
"You look a little nervous, Colbs." Joanna giggled, she still was the
perfect embodiment of femininity with her strawberry blonde hair and
freckled cheeks. She leaned over him more, so that her cleavage could be
spotted if he looked down her white blouse.
"I want to do well in this test."
"Oh?" She stroked a lock of his hair behind his ear and giggled again.
"For any particular reason?"
"To be top!" He slammed his fist down on the desk, frightening the poor
girl sitting next to him.
"I never took you to be someone who wanted to be top of the class,
Colbs. Although, I guess you have changed a lot recently." She ran a soft
finger across his jaw.
"That's not what I- oh yeah, definitely. To be top of the class. That's what
I want to do!"
She grimaced a little bit. "Yeah, that's what I just said."
"Because I want to be top of the class." He snapped his fingers and
pointed a finger gun at her. God, he was so good at lying. Just wait until he
told Ezra about this one.
"Still a bit odd." Joanna mumbled under her breath. "Anyway, Colbs. I
heard the funniest rumour the other day. You're not going to believe this, but
people have been saying that you and Ezra are dating now. Isn't that crazy?"
"Not really. He is my boyfriend." Colby smiled to himself as he once
again relapsed into his fantasy of topping Ezra. Eyes on the prize.
 Joanna's soft touch lost its delicacy as she grabbed Colby's face and
forced him to look at her. "So it's true then?"
Colby's cheeks were now mushed together and his lips were forced to
pucker like a fish. "Yesh."
"Fuck off, no it's not." Her face came closer to his. "You love me. You
always have, and Ezra loves me too. That's just how it works." Why was
she so angry? Colby was pretty sure he hadn't even said anything that stupid
yet. "Ezra doesn't love you and you don't love him."
"Jo!" Unbeknownst to Colby -as his vision had been limited by Joanna-
Sophie had rushed over and had gently taken Joanna's hand off of Colby.
"Let's go sit down." Sophie said calmly. "We can still squeeze some revision
in before the test starts."
Joanna made a noise of indignation. "Whatever."
The pair walked off together as Sophie gave Colby an apologetic smile.
Weird.
The test papers were laid out in front of everyone.
"Is everyone ready?" The teacher asked.
Ezra turned to look at Colby over his shoulder, good luck, he mouthed.
Eyes on the prize. Eyes on the prize.
"Start."
Colby turned over his paper. Name. That was easy, Colby Williams, duh.
Date. Shit, what day was it? Thursday? Was it Thursday or Wednesday?
Crap. It felt like a Thursday so he wrote down Thursday in the blank spot.
He opened to the first page of questions about biology and couldn't
answer question one. That was okay, go to question two and start from
there. He couldn't answer question two. That was fine, go to question three
and start from there. He couldn't answer question three.
This was going to be tough.
*
"Has it updated yet?"
"Nope."
Colby didn't know how much more of this agonising waiting game he
could take. He was laying on his back with a pillow held over his head.
Ezra sat at Colby's desk doing some homework and would periodically
refresh the laptop that was next to him.
Their biology teacher had become ill in the following days after the test,
but had agreed to send everyone their grades via email. Colby hated
waiting! Things were just better to get done in the present, not days later.
"I'll be proud of you no matter how well you do." Ezra assured.
"Yeah, but you won't let me fuck you no matter how well I do." Colby
prayed to whatever god was listening that he got a good grade on this test.
He had actually revised for it, which was way more than he usually did.
He'd also convinced Ezra to douche just in case he'd done well, so now he
hoped he hadn't done all that for nothing. He wasn't sure whether it was a
sign that Ezra didn't think Colby had done well, but he'd also made Colby
prepare himself as well. Perhaps he didn't think Colby could do well, but
Colby would prove him wrong.
Although, having Ezra experience the uncomfortableness of douching
was pretty rewarding in and of itself. He had been such a big baby about it,
complaining that it was gross. Even if Colby didn't end up topping Ezra, at
least now Ezra would appreciate the work Colby had to put into being a
good bottom.
"It's updated."
Colby shot up off the bed and raced to Ezra's side. "How'd I do? How'd I
do?"
"Boys! We're going out now!" His mom called from downstairs. His dad
was taking his mom out for a dinner date, so it was Colby and Ezra alone in
the house for a few hours. "Ezra! Make sure Colby doesn't burn the house
down!"
"Will do!" Ezra called back. "You got 72%. Well done! You also got a
teacher's note attached asking 'why you only wrote Thursday in the date box
when that is neither the way you write dates, nor was it a Thursday.' What
the hell, Colby?"
"I got 72%! That's crazy!"
"What did you get in your last test?"
"11%."
"Oh. Wow. That's definite improvement."
"You bet it is." Colby straddled Ezra's lap and kissed him like crazy. He
had know idea doing well in school could give you such a high. He was so
happy. He was so excited. He was so horny.
His hands fumbled over Ezra's black basketball shorts as he tried to pull
them down to get to his prize. He finally got a grasp on Ezra's dick and
stroked it to hardness. He bit and kissed the left side of Ezra's face as he did
so. He was about to pull his own shorts down and get to business as usual
when Ezra interrupted.
"I thought you wanted to top?"
Oh shit. Yeah. He pulled his shorts back over his ass and nodded
aggressively. He wrapped his hand around Ezra's throat and stared him in
the eyes, giddy with excitement. "I'm the top."
Ezra smiled at him. "You're the top." Ezra took Colby's hand from around
his throat and sucked on his index finger. Colby could feel the softness of
Ezra's tongue caress him and the wet heat of his mouth. Fuck.
"Get on the bed." Ezra demanded, removing Colby's finger from his
mouth. Colby didn't really contemplate the fact that -as the top- he probably
should have been the one making the demands. However, he was painfully
hard and couldn't focus on much apart from the fact that he was about to
fuck Ezra.
Colby got off Ezra's lap in a lust-filled daze. He took off his clothes and
sat on his bed. That 72% must've really impressed Ezra as he gave Colby a
show as he took off his own clothes. He began with his shirt that he pulled
over his head, giving Colby the time to ogle his defined stomach muscles
and the way they stretched in synchrony together with his movements. He
then pulled down his shorts and boxers, his dick springing up and slapping
against those abs. With slight force, Ezra pushed Colby onto his back.
Colby was slightly surprised by the aggression. It was almost like Ezra
was still dominant even without being the top... nah, no way. Colby was the
top which meant he was the dominant one. That's just the way it worked.
When Colby came out of his reassurance of top-hood, he was watching
Ezra finger fuck himself whilst bent over Colby's body.
"You better be paying attention." He huskily groaned into Colby's ear.
Colby leaned up to kiss him and stroked Ezra's dick. Ezra moaned into
Colby's mouth.
Ezra decided when he was ready. Colby thought they were doing an easy
starting position like missionary. However, Ezra seemed to have other ideas
as he lubed up Colby's dick and began to lower himself onto it.
"Are you sure?" Colby tried to hold in the moan as he felt himself diving
into the tightness that was Ezra.
"You did good work. You deserve to be rewarded." Something about the
way Ezra said rewarded made him even hornier but it was also kind of
funny.
 "You sound like a parent." He joked. "Thank you, daddy."
All movement stopped.
"What did you just call me?"
"Daddy?"
Ezra slammed himself down on Colby. Ezra briefly groaned in pain, but
that was a minimal reaction when in comparison to Colby who moaned
loudly and was pretty sure he nearly saw heaven.
Ezra steadied himself by placing his hands on Colby's chest. He rocked
his hips and swayed them from side to side. "Say it again."
"Daddy."
Ezra bounced upon Colby and teased him with the possibility of
cumming, but would constantly remove that from him by slowing down or
threatening to get off of Colby completely if Colby tried to push himself
over the edge.
"Please, daddy. I want to cum so bad. I thought you said I was being
rewarded!" Colby pleaded with Ezra, his eyes already watering and his
entire body felt weak.
Ezra didn't slow down this time, he kept up his rhythm and let Colby
buck his hips upwards to reach his climax. "Since you asked so nicely."
Colby came inside of Ezra. His whole body was tingling and sensitive and
all he could do was lay there limply.
He thought it was over until Ezra got off of him and began to turn Colby
over. "I... I thought I was the top today." He moaned into the blanket as Ezra
lubed his fingers and fucked Colby with them.
"You were the top as a reward for doing well in the test. I got 98% in the
test." He leaned in close to Colby's ear. "Don't you think daddy deserves a
reward too?" Colby didn't get a chance to answer as Ezra penetrated him.
All Colby could do was hold onto the bed sheets for dear life as Ezra
used and abused him. Eventually, Colby came a second time and Ezra came
onto Colby's back.
Colby's body just slid forward and he collapsed onto his front. He felt
Ezra wipe down his back and rustle around the room for a bit before
coming to lie down with Colby who was still trying to catch his breath. He
pulled Colby to him by the waist and kissed his flushed tear-stained cheeks.
"Since when did you have a daddy kink?" Colby asked breathlessly.
"I have had severe daddy issues for a long time. It makes sense. I really
liked it though."
 "Wasn't I supposed to be the top today?" Colby shifted, using the
remaining strength he had, he managed to lift his face and rest it against
Ezra's chest. Tops were supposed to be dominant and in charge, right?
Colby wasn't sure if he had been in charge of anything that had happened.
"You were the top. You were a great top."
"Really?" Colby tilted his head up and goofily smiled at Ezra. "I was a
good top?"
Ezra kissed his nose. "The best."
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"Good morning, daddy." His voice was soft and sweet, almost teasing. His
hands toyed with a loose strand of Ezra's blonde hair.
Ezra sighed and swatted his hand away. "Hey, Finley."
"Oh. What's with the sour tone? I heard from Colby that you like being
called daddy. Do I not do it for you?" Finley tried to hold in his laughter,
but it kept slipping out in between words.
"You're just jealous that I got Colby to call me daddy before you got
Brent to do it."
"How could I be jealous of somebody who's last name is Dickinson."
"Imagine having to moan out Finley during sex."
"Quit it!" Colby interrupted. "You guys are so mean to each other."
"I'm only teasing my little dicky-son." Finley pulled Ezra down into a
headlock. "He knows I'm joking and he better be fucking joking too."
"Did I hurt your feelings, Finny?" Ezra's phone buzzed on the table but
he didn't check it.
"Not as much as you hurt my man Colby's feelings. You really pulled a
fast one on him, huh? Told him he could top and then went all power
bottom on his ass. My boy didn't stand a chance."
"He still got to top. Didn't you, babe?" Ezra broke out of Finley's
headlock and looked to Colby who had a smug grin on his face.
"I'm the top. Ezra even called me the best at it."
"That's just cruel." Finley scolded Ezra. Ezra's phone buzzed again, then
again and again and again until it started to ring. "I think somebody is
calling you."
"Leave it."
"Who is it?" Colby reached forward to look at the phone, but Ezra
snatched his wrist. He tried to play it off by then holding Colby's hand, a
way to try and convince him that the action hadn't been as brash as it was.
However, the damage was already done.
"Are you okay, Ezra?" Colby asked.
 "Fine, yeah." He picked up his phone and shoved it into the bottom of his
school bag. It was still ringing and that was blatantly obvious to both Colby
and Finley, but Ezra made no mention of it. He didn't even check the phone
screen to see who was calling, because he already knew.
He was saved by the bell, literally. He threw his bag over his shoulder,
gave Colby a quick kiss goodbye and headed off. He briefly heard Colby try
to call him back for a second and Finley asking what was wrong with him.
Ezra did not want to talk about it right now.
For the rest of the day he tried to act as casually as possible. He tried to
pay attention in his classes -even with his phone periodically ringing- and
he tried to act as normally as possible. He had lunch with Colby who tried
to bring up his strange behaviour again, but he would successfully change
the topic of conversation every time Colby tried. Luckily for Ezra, Colby
had the attention span of a squirrel with ADHD so was easily distracted by
other things. Ezra even had a personal theory that Colby could have ADHD,
but he was still testing that hypothesis out.
At one point when Colby attempted to bring up Ezra's strange behaviour
again, Ezra just pulled out his car keys, dangled them in front of Colby's
face so that they shimmered in the light and let him play with them.
And Colby did for a solid ten minutes. He was the cutest and Ezra would
do anything for him, except involve him in his own messy business. Colby
didn't deserve that. Colby stopped asking after that, instead he went on his
own phone for a little while, then did his regular thing of leaning against
Ezra and telling him every random thought that came into his head.
Ezra's favourite Colby-thought of the day was: "If unicorns did exist,
they would probably be used by the military as a weapon. They would spear
the enemy with their horns and the pre-established love for unicorns in
children would be great military propaganda."
Throughout all the time Ezra had spent listening to Colby (and he did
listen very carefully to every word), Ezra still couldn't decide if Colby was
a random idiot or a genius that just hadn't applied himself to the right thing
yet. Either way, to listen to Colby's insane ramblings was to be soothed.
The final lesson of Ezra's day was English with Mr Williams, a.k.a his
boyfriend's dad, a.k.a the man who was currently letting Ezra live at his
house. Needless to say, Ezra tried very hard in English to impress him.
Mr Williams was the man Ezra aspired to be in the future. He loved his
family, he loved his job, he loved living life. Today he was wearing a tie
that had a very crude drawing of a stick man holding hands with a stick lady
and a smaller stick man. It had been drawn by a child, specifically, it had
been drawn by Colby when he was five -as Ezra had found out this
morning- and Mr Williams still wore it to this day.
They were analysing a poem by Carol Ann Duffy. "Ezra," Mr Williams
called on him, "what do you think Duffy was trying to say about the power
balance between Mrs Midas and her husband?"
"I believe-" Ezra's phone started ringing, again. "I'm sorry, I'm just going
to turn it off."
"That's alright, Ezra. Trisha you answer the question and then we can
come back to Ezra."
Ezra searched through his bag, Trisha's high pitched voice becoming
background noise to him now. Why did he keep calling? There was no
reason to. He thought things were clear between them now. Why was he
trying to ruin what Ezra had now?! Ezra became more and more furious the
longer he contemplated that man's motives for harassing him.
Finally, he found his phone and powered it off. He was tempted to smash
the damn thing. That would, of course, cause problems as then Colby
wouldn't be able to contact him.
He sighed and sat back into his chair. Mr Williams didn't come back to
him to finish answering the question, he left Ezra alone for the rest of the
lesson, for which, Ezra was quite thankful for. He needed a moment to think
about things.
It had come out of nowhere, but his father had decided that after weeks of
Ezra being kicked out the house, he would try and get back in contact with
him again. It was ridiculous and selfish and Ezra had no idea what to do
about it.
It had started last night with a simple text from his father asking how
Ezra was. What was Ezra supposed to reply to that? If it hadn't been for
Colby and his family's generosity, he would still have been living out of his
car. His father didn't stop at that though. Now, Ezra received frequent texts
from him saying things like: I hope you've learnt your lesson and I'm
willing to forgive you.
If Ezra was to theorise what had happened to change his father's attitude,
it would be that he too had realised just how big and empty the house they
lived in was. There was no welcoming energy or warmth to that house. The
neighbours were rich assholes who bitched about you behind your back
and, when there was no one else in the house, it almost felt like the wide
space of the thing was swallowing you whole. It wouldn't surprise Ezra if
his father had now come to understand how isolating that place was.
Despite all this, Ezra contemplated going back. Not because he had
suddenly forgiven his father or that he missed his old room. No, nothing of
the sort. It was the fact that the Williams family had let him stay in the
house due to Ezra not being able to go home.
Technically, since Ezra now had a house to go back to -until his father's
next temper tantrum- then he should return to it. Ezra was literally
freeloading at this point and forcing an unnecessary burden onto Colby's
family. He was now imposing himself onto them for nothing as he now was
allowed back in with his father.
He didn't want to go back. The very idea of it made him feel physically
sick.
If his closeted younger self could see that he now lived with his crush, he
would probably- well Ezra wasn't sure what he would do. He was quite the
angsty teen when he was younger so he probably would've punched a hole
in a wall somewhere. Yikes. He was glad he was over that.
The time had passed without Ezra really realising it. Everyone began to
pack up their things and go, so he did the same.
"Ezra, stay behind for a moment, please." Said Mr Williams.
A few boys whistled at Ezra. "Somebody's in trouble." They joked,
slapping him on the back as they left.
"He is not in trouble, I assure you. Don't you boys have other lessons to
be in? Shoo, go." Mr Williams ushered them out the room until it was only
himself and Ezra left. "You seem a little distracted today, Ezra. Is
everything alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Perhaps it was the gentle look from Mr Williams or the
fact that Ezra was literally exhausted today, but he couldn't be bothered to
put up a front anymore. He'd tried to do it when he was closeted and that
backfired on him. He tried to do it when he was kicked out his house and
that didn't work at all. There was no reason to keep pretending. "No,
actually. I'm a bit... fuck, I don't even know. My dad has been trying to get
back in contact with me."
"I see. So, that's who has been trying to call you all day?"
"Yeah. For some reason, he's being pretty relentless about it. I think he's
finally had the epiphany that he's really just some sad lonely old man."
 "What has he been saying to you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Basically, that he's willing to forgive me. I haven't even done anything
wrong, I never did do anything wrong to begin with. He kicked me out for
liking Colby- for liking guys."
"Has he ever met Colby?"
"Yes, he has. Colby decided it would be a good idea to randomly come
round one evening and accidentally got himself invited to dinner. It didn't
go well." It felt like ages ago when that had happened. It was funny in
hindsight, but it had been terrifying in the moment. He couldn't help but
laugh when he remembered Colby's bold statement that he loved meat, how
Colby had managed to ignore his father's interrogation techniques, Ezra had
no idea.
"That boy, I swear. He is his mother's son, inherited her recklessness and
lack of forethought, can't help but love them though."
Ezra nodded in agreement. His eyes wandered to Mr Williams' tie again.
He wanted a family like that, he wanted to have that with Colby, he couldn't
go back to his father because there was no family there. He couldn't go
back.
"I know this is selfish of me and I hate being a burden to you and Jemma,
but I don't want to go back to living with my dad. I can't."
"You are such a serious boy, Ezra. Got the weight of the world on your
shoulders and yet you refuse to ever give yourself a break. Jemma and I
have no considered you a burden. You're like a second son to me and Colby
adores you. You do not have to move out, nor would I let you return to a
poor excuse of a father who would even contemplate kicking out his own
son in the first place."
"Thank you." It was all Ezra could manage to choke out, too
overwhelmed with emotions to risk anything more.
Ezra pulled out his phone from the bottom of his bag and turned it back
on. He opened up the messages from his father and simply typed: 'I'm not
coming back.' With a deep breath and a reassurance of himself, he sent it.
Jemma was right, Mr Williams was right; he had to start doing what was
best for him. He blocked his father's number.
Mr Williams placed his hand on Ezra's shoulder. "I'm glad you could talk
to me, Ezra. However, I do believe you should tell Colby this as well, he
texted me earlier about how he was concerned about you. You very much
have won over my son's heart, you know."
 "I'll take good care of it."
"Yes, I believe you will."
*
Colby and Ezra lay on top of each other on the sofa in the living room.
Jemma had made quite the dramatic show of washing the pillows and
covers of the sofa in front of the boys to really hammer in her point of no
sex on family furniture.
Ezra's head rested on Colby's chest as Colby ran his fingers through this
hair absentmindedly. They were watching a film called 'Borat' that Colby
kept laughing at, but Ezra hadn't been paying too much attention to it. It
was a warm and comfortable moment that Ezra was afraid to break. Mr
Williams was right, though.
"It was my dad that kept calling today."
Colby paused the movie but kept stroking Ezra's hair. "Okay. What's he
been saying?"
Ezra explained all that his father had done in the last 24 hours to Colby,
who was very pissed off by the end of Ezra's explanation.
"What the fuck!" Colby raged. "Who does he think he is? What an
asshole! Wait till I tell my mom about this she's going to be fuming." Ezra
could imagine Jemma reacting with the exact same exclamations and lack
of chill as her son.
It made Ezra smile. "I don't deserve you."
"What do you mean you don't deserve me?"
"I mean, you are far too good and beautiful and all around one of the
most wonderful human beings, for a dickhead like me."
Colby pouted. "I don't actually mean it when I call you dickhead, it's just
a joke."
"I know."
"And I am not too... everything you just said for you. It's the complete
opposite, but don't let that stroke your ego too much. You're really
intelligent and everybody likes you and everybody thinks you're super
handsome, especially me. So, you're the one out of my league." Colby
pressed his index finger and thumb together. "Only by a little bit though, I
am pretty cool."
Ezra stared up at him. "I love you."
Colby's face instantly flushed red and covered his face with his hands to
hide it.
 Ezra couldn't help but tease him. "What, am I embarrassing you, Colby?"
He leaned in close to Colby's ears, which were also flushed red. "Because
it's true. I love you. I love you so much."
A muffled sound came from behind Colby's hands.
"What was that?"
Colby peeked through his fingers. "I said, I love you too. Dickhead."
Ezra removed Colby's hands and kissed all over his crimson coloured
face. He pulled Colby tight to himself and hugged him as if he was never
going to let him go.
They finished watching the movie and went through to the kitchen for some
snacks before dinner.
"We don't have anything." Colby complained. He didn't give Ezra a
chance to look through the cupboards to check for anything. He closed the
cupboard then turned to Ezra with his big puppy dog eyes. "Can we go out
and get some?"
The only answer was yes.
They went to the store and it was weird. Ezra had expected for a short
trip like that to take about fifteen minutes top. All he had to do was take
Colby to buy him some junk to eat. Whilst he was out, he decided he may
as well get more of the coffee that Trevor liked to drink because he was
running short and he got a pack of gum for Jemma as well. It was not
supposed to be a big trip.
However, Colby had different ideas. He took half an hour in the store to
pick between the usual chocolate bar he always got and another one he'd
never shown interest in before.
"Get your usual." Ezra told him. "The other one's got raisins in, you hate
raisins."
"Yeah." Colby agreed, but not really.
It took Ezra two minutes to get the stuff he wanted to get for Trevor and
Jemma, he even had time to pick up some extra bits and pieces. The rest of
the time was filled with Colby staring at the two chocolate bars. Half an
hour. Thirty straight minutes of watching Colby do that, only for him to
repeat what Ezra had said to him not so long ago.
"I'm going to get my usual." Colby told him. "The other one's got raisins
in, I hate raisins."
Ezra didn't say anything, he didn't dare. He kept repeating in his head the
mantra of patience is a virtue. He dragged Colby to the front of the store,
paid for everything, then swiftly got out. Trevor would insist to repay Ezra
for everything when he got home, but Ezra would refuse. He wasn't using
his money to pay for things, he was using his mother's 'Never speak to me
again' money. He hadn't told her that he had found a place to live, she'd stop
sending money otherwise. He was going to use every penny on the
Williams family until he felt his debt repaid. He doubted he ever would feel
that way.
They were about to get in the car and go home, when Colby suddenly
told him to wait.
"Do you mind if we go pick up Sophie?" Asked Colby. "She's stranded in
the middle of town and doesn't have a lift. Do you mind giving her a ride
home?"
Ezra checked the time, it wasn't close to dinner time yet so he supposed
they had the time. He wouldn't leave Sophie alone in town. "Sure, we can
pick her up."
The entire ride, Colby kept texting on his phone.
"Who you talking to?"
Colby put his phone away. "Oh, nobody. Just Finley. Talking to him
about some things he's gotta do."
"What kind of things?"
"Um, hair things. Yeah, he's getting his hair redone."
"Didn't he get his hair redone quite recently?"
Colby laughed nervously. "He doesn't like it very much."
"Really?" Asked Ezra. "I saw him yesterday and he said it was his
favourite hairstyle ever. His mom did it for him."
"He did say that, didn't he?" Colby looked back at his phone. "Sophie's
just around the corner... there!" He pointed to her waiting by the road.
She hopped in. "Thanks for coming to get me, guys. I didn't want my
parents to know where I was going, they would've slaughtered me."
"Your parents don't like the friends you were out with today?" Asked
Ezra.
"What? No, they like my friends who I was with just now. I meant they're
not big fans of you two."
"How would they know you were with us? Also, we're about to drop you
off in front of your house they're going to see us."
Sophie glanced at Colby who shook his head. What the hell?
 "Change of plans." Colby announced. "Sophie is coming round to ours
and then a different friend can take her home."
"Why didn't a different friend take her home straight away instead of this
weird relay thing we got going? No offence, Sophie. I don't mind driving
you at all, I'm just a bit confused."
"No offence taken." Sophie assured, smiling for good measure.
"Why are you asking so money questions today?" Nagged Colby. "I
forgot that her parents don't like me, alright? You gonna be a dick or you
gonna take her to our house."
Ezra was getting far too fed up to keep asking questions. It'd been a long
day. He didn't speak the whole drive home, he only listened in on the small
talk between Sophie and Colby. Colby must've realised that he'd been a bit
harsh earlier because he reached across and placed a hand on Ezra's thigh.
He wasn't angry at Colby, he didn't know what the hell he was up to, but
he wasn't angry at him. The texts and calls from his father kept swarming in
his mind like buzzing wasps using his brain as a nest. Why now? Why
today especially?
He was fine before his father started calling, he was happy and more than
content with his life. There were some nights when Ezra would stay awake
much longer than Colby and think about his father. He hated himself for not
being able to completely move on, for sometimes being moved to tears
when he had moments of weakness and missed his dad. Jemma said it was
completely natural and that she too missed her parents from time to time
even after all the time that had passed for her. It brought him some comfort,
but not much.
When they arrived back home, Sophie immediately went inside and
Colby asked him if he wanted to sit outside for a few minutes.
"I thought you were allergic to being outside?" Ezra japed.
"I love being outside, asshole. It is getting chilly though."
"You go in." Said Ezra. "I need to make a call, so I'll be in in a few
minutes."
"Try make it exactly four minutes."
Oddly specific, but alright. Once Colby had disappeared inside, Ezra
turned his phone back on. Twelve missed calls, ten voice mails, twenty six
text notifications. The phone rang and his father's number showed up on
screen, Ezra answered.
 "What do you want?" He wasted no time with pointless formalities or
insincere niceties.
"I've been calling you all day." His father complained. "I thought you'd
be happy to here from me."
"I'm not."
It was silent on his father's end for a moment. "How have you been?" He
eventually asked.
"Why do you care?"
"I'm your dad, Ezra. Of course I care, that's my job."
"Well, you're pretty shit at it. I'm not sure if you've somehow forgotten,
but you kicked me out. I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Ezra."
He wasn't expecting an apology, he'd never gotten one before. He didn't
validate it by saying that Ezra had somehow managed to forgive him, if
that's what his father wanted, he'd have to try a lot harder than that.
"I'm so sorry, Ezra. I was wrong, okay? I admit it. I thought that you'd
come crawling back after one night and everything would go back to
normal. Where are you staying now?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Is it somewhere safe? At least, tell me that."
"Yes, it's safe."
"Okay then. I miss you, Ezra. This house wasn't made for one man alone.
Don't you want to come home? You must be desperate to come back. Your
mother said that you even tried to move in with her, you must've been pretty
desperate, huh? Could you imagine living with her? She'd probably make
you apply her botox and rub her feet at night."
That actually made Ezra laugh a bit. "She probably would've made me
her personal pool boy."
"Yeah." His dad laughed. "She missed a trick there."
"When I saw her, she looked completely different. You remember that
nose job she kept on going on about?"
"Yeah."
"Well, she got it. She looks like Voldemort's ugly twin sister now, except
she was all decked out in some stupid fur coat."
"Jesus. How many puppies do you think she skinned for that thing?"
Ezra laughed. He hated himself for enjoying the conversation. He had to
keep reminding himself that this was his father in one of his good moments
and if he went back home, those moments would be few and far between.
"Why are you calling?" He forced himself to ask.
"Because, I want my son back. I made a mistake kicking you out, I know
that now. You can't be happier wherever you are than you were at home
with your own stuff. I'll tell you what, I've made some dinner reservations at
that fancy restaurant on fourth street that you like. You swing by there and
we can have a big meal to celebrate your birthday."
Is was his birthday? He'd completely forgotten. No one had said happy
birthday to him, so it's not like he had any reminders. Even his mother
didn't bother calling this year, she must be terrified that if they spoke again
he'd ask her to let him live with her again. As if.
"No, I'm okay." Said Ezra.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that. The dinner is completely on me."
"I'm not very hungry."
"You can even bring that boy you like!" His father bargained frantically.
"You can bring Cody or whatever his name was. Please, Ezra."
"You'd be okay with me bringing Colby?"
"Yes! Colby, that was his name. Sure, you can bring him. God, wasn't he
hilarious that time he came round to dinner. I really liked him. He was such
a riot."
That's not how Ezra remembered that dinner at all.
"What happened to your precious reputation? You want to ruin it by
having a gay son?"
"Well, none of the people I know need to know you're gay. Who knows
what they might say? But, I accept you, Ezra. You're my boy."
There it was. The character growth was all a facade and he wasn't even
trying to hide it. "You can cancel the reservation, I'm not coming. Goodbye-
"
"Ezra, please." He had never heard his father sound so desperate before.
"I'm begging here. We don't have to go to dinner, it can be whatever you
want."
"I don't know if I'm ready to talk to you after what you did. If one day I
do feel ready, then I'll call you. That could be soon or it might be never.
Don't try and call me again because I won't pick up."
"But, you might call me one day?"
"Yeah, maybe one day. Is that alright with you? Because that's the only
deal I'm offering."
 "Yes. I'm okay with that. Happy Birthday, Ezra."
"Thanks, dad." He hung up the phone and looked up at the sky for a
moment. Colby was right, it was getting chilly.
Did he make the wrong decision by not accepting his father's peace
offering. The power rested with him on how he wanted to handle things.
He'd meant what he said. Maybe some day in the future, Ezra would reach
out to his father and get back in contact with him. Maybe some day, they
could have a functional relationship, but that could never happen if his
father held all the power. His father had always lofted his financial power
and age superiority over Ezra's head. Until Ezra has no reason to rely on his
father for support, they could not have a relationship like Trevor and Colby
did. A sad fact, but nonetheless true.
Colby poked his head out from the front door. "Phone call done?" He
asked.
"Yep, all done."
He smiled and came pattering down the driveway, he took Ezra's hand
and dragged him inside. Ezra was unsure what he'd done to get escorted
inside.
"Close your eyes." Colby instructed.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Ezra did as asked and Colby placed his hands over Ezra's eyes as well.
Colby attempted to lead Ezra to the living room. By the amount of walls
and furniture he bumped Ezra into, you would've thought that Colby had
been blindfolded too.
"We're almost there." Colby announced.
"Ow!" Ezra's knee collided with some sort of wall.
"Sorry." Colby's hands moved away. "Okay, open your eyes."
"SURPRISE!"
In the living room, Trevor, Jemma, Finley, Brent and Sophie all stood
around the central coffee table that had a huge cake on it. They were all
decked out with party hats, streamers, party poppers and balloons that had
18 printed on them. The cake was the most delicious looking chocolate cake
Ezra had ever seen and it had 'Happy Birthday Ezra!' iced on top with white
frosting.
"What-" Ezra had no words. He barely noticed when Colby put a party
hat on him, he was woken up when the elastic band slapped his chin.
 "Happy Birthday!" Congratulated Colby. "Did we surprise you?"
Ezra could only nod. He'd thought they'd forgotten. If he couldn't
remember his birthday, why should all of them? But, they did. They all
remembered.
"Go sit, go sit." Colby ushered him to the sofa and sat next to him.
It was a surreal experience. Brent came up to him first and wished him
happy birthday and gave him a present. It was beautifully wrapped with a
big bow on top, as expected from a gift given by Brent. It was a new video
game that they'd been talking about recently, Ezra was desperate to play it.
Other presents followed after. Sophie gave him two PlayStation remote
controls, Jemma and Trevor gave him a PlayStation, Colby gave him a
bunch of other games for his console and —last but not least— Finley gave
him a pair of white gym socks with the Gucci brand label drawn on with a
black marker that had bled through the fabric.
"I didn't know about the PlayStation shit." Finley explained.
"I told him multiple times, he just doesn't listen." Brent said to Ezra. "He
did make your cake though."
They all talked and laughed together. Finley was nice to him for the very
first time, he said that it was only because it was Ezra's birthday though and
that nice Finley would be none when the clock hit midnight. Colby stuck to
his side the entire time and Trevor kept taking photos of the event whilst
Jemma complained at him for constantly getting his thumb in the photo.
Brent and Ezra gushed about how the new game was multiplayer and that
they would always be down to play it with each other. Ezra even had a nice
chat with Sophie who apologised for the seven millionth time about her
behaviour earlier in the year, he assured her all was well then they talked
about anything they could think of.
"Make a wish." Trevor told him when it was time to blow out the
candles. "How do I get this thing to record? Oh. Jemma I've done
something."
Jemma took the phone off him. "You've taken three pictures of your feet,
just press the record button!"
"And which button is that?"
"The big red one."
"I don't see it."
Jemma was put in charge of the camera after that.
 Ezra looked to all the friends he had around him. They all smiled at him
and sat with anticipation, waiting for Ezra to make a wish. He closed his
eyes and blew all the candles out at once. Everyone clapped and began to
sing him happy birthday.
"What did you wish for?" Colby asked once the song was over.
"For a better boyfriend."
Colby whacked his arm. "You've already got the best of the best."
Ezra kissed him. "I know." He was so happy.
He wished to always be happy. With the people he had around him at that
moment, the wish, in Ezra's opinion, could easily be granted.
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Author's note

This is the end of Enemies with Benefits, but, there are two spin offs out
now for both Brent/Finley (When we were Wallflowers, out now) and
Sophie/Joanna/Avni (An Inconvenient Attachment). I hope you enjoy them
as much as Enemies with Benefits.
I will be doing a final edit and reread of the story. So, comment any
inconsistencies, nit picks or moments that you think need changing; or
forever hold your peace.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this book! I wasn't
expecting it to reach 10,000 reads, let alone 1,000,000. It means the
absolute world to me and I love you all.
-Lavender xx
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PLOT TWIST!

I have an announcement to make that if you care about Enemies with

Benefits in any way you'll want to read!

I can't help but send you fuzzy, electronic hugs wherever you are! I hope
you're having a nice day, and I hope what I'm about to say is going to make
it even better. I'm absolutely buzzing to tell you all this. This is the reason
why I went on a hiatus in October last year and why updates have been so
slow, it's all because I've been working on this.

Here it goes:

Enemies with Benefits is getting published!

I know! I can't believe it either! It feels like the biggest plot twist of my life!
A huge thanks to all of you for making this possible!

Thank you for joining me on the rollercoaster that is Enemies with Benefits.
I love writing so much, and I'm beyond grateful to have all of you whom I
can share it with.

The book is going to be published on March 20, 2022 EST. I'm still here
on Wattpad, but for copyright reasons, my publisher has asked me to take
down a few chapters before publishing. (I'm not sure how many I will.)

They are also setting up an author website for me! On this site, you can
participate in a book cover contest for Enemies with Benefits. You can
create and submit the cover you've always wanted and imagined for the
story. And who knows? Maybe you'll be the lucky one to have their name
on the book cover!

You? A book cover artist? Imagine that!

 It doesn't matter what skill level you consider yourself to be, just give it
your best shot if you're interested. I'm going to post entries on my Instagram
(@lavenderfieldsofficial) so no matter what your cover can get lots of love.

The following are the things you need to know before joining the contest:

• Send the cover to my agent at [email protected] on or before March 6,

2022.

• Know that if we choose your cover, you will get credit on the physical
cover. If you're an aspiring graphic artist, this can be a good addition to
your portfolio and might bring you future work from us and other book
publishers.

• If your cover wins, you will have to fill out a form that lets us have the
cover.

• The use of copyrighted images is NOT allowed. Please use royalty-free

images.

• If your cover wins, we will do everything we can to use it. However, you
need to know that there can be odd reasons why we might not be able to.
For example, we might not be able to use the Photoshop file because of an
error or we might find a copyrighted image in the cover design.

The cover must meet the following requirements:

• High resolution in JPG and PSD (Photoshop) format so we can use it for
the paperback version of the book

• 5.5 in x 8.5 in and 300 DPI (pixels per inch)

• Must have the book title "Enemies with Benefits" and the author's name
"Lavender Fields"

Some tips:
• The cover has to look good in Amazon thumbnail size. Attract possible
readers; make them want to click on it.

• The text needs to be readable.

• Maximum use of two fonts only.

By the way, this is not mandatory. I'm only giving you guys the chance to
get involved in the book launch because I couldn't have gotten here without
you. I can't thank you all enough!
Now, that I've gotten all the business stuff out the way. I genuinely just
want to express how thankful I am to you guys for giving me the
opportunity to reach a dream I've had since I was a kid. I started this book
as a way to cope during lockdown and I never expected it to reach the levels
it has. If you've followed this book from beginning or only reading it now; I
simply adore you for helping me to do this.

Please stay tuned for more updates. I'll see you in the next post!
- Lavender x
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Cover Poll!

Hiya everyone, I've got more exciting news about EwB.

First news:
My blog is live! Check it out: https://typewriterpub.com/author/lavender-
fields/
You'll get the bonus chapter either 'Drunk in Love' or 'When we were
young' by signing up. They wanted two bonus chapters from me, so I gave
them those which is why they're not up anymore. Please don't be mad
though as I will be publishing one of my patreon chapters on here for free
(the patreon chapters taken down will be replaced with something new).
Second news:
It's time to vote for the book cover! You can vote over here in my blog:
https://typewriterpub.com/author/lavender-fields/#ewb-cover
I still can't believe I have a website, it's weird. Please excuse that —at the
time of me writing this— there isn't an avatar image! I'm still working out
all the details. My usual profile pic should be up soon though.
Even if you don't want to vote, I highly recommend you look at these
covers because they are amazing. I'm so honoured that you guys would take
the time to make covers for this book, the amount of love this book has still
baffles me to this day. I was blown away by your amazing submissions.
Sadly, my publisher had to reject some because of the requirements needed
to be met. I wish they didn't have to, but I've asked them for all submissions
that didn't make the cut and they will be put on my Instagram where we can
all admire them.
Please go check out these covers because they are incredible! I cannot
stress that enough.
Until the next update!
-Lavender <3
P.s I will be updating stories again tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.
Inconvenient Attachment should be getting it's last few chapters soon and
EwB 2 can begin! I'm hyped for this book, I've given the plot a lot of
thought and I think it'll be something you guys will like but might be
surprised at.
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Countdown

It's finally coming. It's felt like ages since I announced this book, but the
time has come. The launch of Enemies with Benefits is this March 20, 2022
EST!

I am so excited for this to come out. I've worked really hard to iron out the
issues that you guys had with the original book whilst ironing out the bits
you loved. I'm just so happy you'll be able to see it and I'll have proof that I
haven't just been lazy these past few months. I have been up to something!
Will you join me in my countdown to the launch? There's a countdown
timer on my blog that will stop when the book is officially available on
Amazon. The moment the countdown ends at 00:00:00 on March 20, a link
to the book will appear.

If we get on it at the same time, it will definitely help boost the book on
Amazon! And if it blows up big, you might get to see it in your nearest
bookstore!

Visit the timer here: https://typewriterpub.com/author/lavender-fields/

(You can't copy or tap this link so I'll also be posting it on my message
board!)

You all have given me incredible support. I have received so many lovely
messages and I can't express how much it all means to me. As a way of
saying thank you to all of you, the publisher has decided to lower the price
of the ebook during its first week on Amazon. Highly recommend getting
your copy at the discounted price!

There is also an Enemies with Benefits book trailer which is now on

YouTube. (I didn't even know book trailers were a thing before this
happened???) check it out on the link on my message board for those of you
who want to watch it.
 Also, the cover art has had to be changed due to the possibility of claims
of plagiarism. This issue is explained more on my message board and
Instagram. Anyway, the cover art has changed to the picture attached to this
chapter.
EnchantedPaper's work shall not go to waste though as Enemies with
Benenfits 2 is being released on Wattpad at the same time as the official
release of EwB (20th of March ;) ) It'll be on Wattpad for free —duh— so
tune in for that and the grand finale of Inconvenient Attachment!
An Enemies with Benefits extravaganza!!
Phew, I think that's everything. Big thanks to everyone who has managed
to keep up with all these announcements. I hope you love the book and
enjoy more of my work.
All my love,
-Lavender
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Ready, set, LAUNCH!

This day has finally arrived! Thank you so much for sticking with me, you
guys.

My publisher saw how incredibly supportive you guys are with the cover
competition and now with the hype around the book release. So for today,
the ebook is on sale on Amazon at a discounted price! (The paperback form
is not.)

If a lot of us get the book today at exactly 12:00 pm EST, then the book gets
the chance to become an Amazon bestseller. This will put Enemies with
Benefits on top of Amazon's list, making it easy to spot. Apparently, this
may also increase the chance of putting it in bookstores. Which is
absolutely wild to think about.

Wouldn't it be cool to see this once sweet small story you first saw on
Wattpad now on the shelves of your local bookstore or, if we're incredibly
lucky, on the big screen? You can make that happen! Obviously, I'm not
trying to get hopes up, but it could genuinely happen if it performs well
enough.

You may already have read the story, but I promise that I haven't just copy
and pasted the original story and told them to print it. From back in August
to even just two days ago my editor and I have been working on the book,
developing characters, correcting mistakes, expanding on well loved scenes.
I've poured a lot into this well polished version of EwB. I had to reread my
old sex scenes! Guys, I'm so sorry. They were so bad, but I think they are at
least a little better now.

So here is your mission:

On my blog, there is a countdown timer. When it reaches 00:00:00, refresh
the page. A link will then appear. Click it and the book is yours!
I believe you can also just search Enemies with Benefits by Lavender Fields
into Amazon and it should come up. Do whatever is more convenient for
you.
If you can find the time, please leave a review. Tell Amazon book buyers
how much you love this book and why they should read it. It'll just boost it
out from just another book on the website.
Even if you don't like the story that much, then feel free to leave a critical
review. I appreciate your thoughts on the book; they helped a lot in making
it.

Thank you to everyone! To those who will be buy the book and those who
can't for any reason. The support that you all have given me has been
incredible. I can honestly say that I never expected the small book I wrote
during COVID that I based off of my own experience of growing up queer
would blow up the way it did. I don't know what you see in my work, but it
means the world that you saw anything at all.
I am going to need to take some chapters down today, but know that I do
this with great reluctance. At the time of posting this I will also be releasing
EwB 2 as a big thank you for the love you've shown me.
-Lavender xx
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Sneak Peek

Thank you for 10,000 followers. As a sign of my gratitude, here is a

sneak preview of the sequel to Enemies with Benefits that will be
released once I am finished with Sophie's spin off story 'Inconvenient
Attachment.'
Both spin off stories are out by the way (Brent and Finley's story
'When we were Wallflowers' is nearly done), I'm just saying this as
people keep asking for them when they're already out.
Anyway, who here missed the Williams family?
"I'm getting old now." Colby's mother gazed down at the intertwining
metal limbs of the table.
Once again, the Williams family had gathered at a relatively nice
restaurant to catch up and have a meal together. Colby had decided on the
restaurant today, he'd been recommended it by a colleague and it was close
enough to both his house and his parents for both parties to make it. The
Williams senior family, his mom and dad, sat on one side of the table, his
dad dressed like a fancy librarian and his mom in denim bell bottoms and a
red flouncy top underneath. The Williams junior family, Colby and Ezra, sat
on the other side of the table. Ezra was wearing forest green trousers and a
button up shirt with the top two buttons undone, practically an invitation for
Colby to have a quick ogle of him every time the conversation was getting a
little dry.
But how could conversation go dry when his mom was at the table.
"I'm getting so old." She sighed dramatically, dabbing a napkin under her
eyes to wipe away tears that no one could see because they weren't real.
"Not as old as your dad, mind you, but still my bones grow weary and my
heart ever weaker."
Colby saw Ezra glance at him, silently asking him what the hell is she on
this time?
"You're not that old, mom." Said Colby. "You're still just as beautiful as
you've ever been."
 The wiping away of fake tears stopped and she glared at him. "I said I
was old, not ugly!" As if remembering that she was putting on a
performance, she went back to dabbing her dry eyes. "Old. So old." She
wailed. "Soon I will be in my grave without ever seeing grandchildren."
Oh great, here she goes again.
"Mom, we've talked about this. Ezra and I aren't going to have..."
She slammed her hand down on the table, a metallic clatter shocking all
the waitstaff and other people just trying to enjoy their meals. "Shut up! I
don't want to hear it! I deserve grandchildren, I raised you, I raised both of
you so the least you could do is give me a baby!"
"If you want a baby so bad, then get dad to give you one!" If his mom
wanted to make a scene in public then Colby would rise up to the challenge,
after all, he was her in a different font.
"I don't want another baby that I have to give birth to. Do you know how
painful that is?"
"So, you want me to give you a child that you don't have to go through
the efforts of birthing or raising. You want half the effort for double the
love. Well, I'm sorry mom, I can't give you that satisfaction!"
His mom dissolved into full on fake sobbing. Her head collapsed into her
hands and her shoulders trembled, a dog-like whimpering escaping her lips.
Colby muttered profanities under his breath but loud enough for her to hear
as he sat with his arms crossed. Ezra placed a hand on Colby's thigh and
squeezed it. A possibly sweet action, but Colby knew it was Ezra body
language for shut the fuck us and stop encouraging her.
His dad and Ezra seemed to be of the same mind as his dad stroked his
mom's back and said, "Maybe we should all calm down."
"Yeah, calm down Mom!" Colby couldn't help himself and was punished
for it as Ezra's hand went from gentle squeeze to death grip.
"Jemma." Here came Ezra with damage control. "Having kids just isn't
something that Colby and I are focused on at the moment."
At the moment?
"At the moment?" His mom peaked through her fingers.
"We only got married a couple years ago, we can't just rush into
parenthood right away." Ezra explained.
Did he want kids? They'd talked before about the possibility, but Ezra
had never shown much interest. Was this him admitting he did?
A bubble of excitement rose in Colby.
 "Excuse me, mister. But you absolutely can have children soon after
marriage. I had Colby before Trevor asked me to marry him, hell, we
weren't even friends before he failed to pull out in time."
Perhaps many years ago, Colby's dad would've been embarrassed by such
a comment by his wife, but he'd been married to her for too many years
now to let something like that get to him. Colby watched as he politely
called over a waiter and asked for the cheque. Thank god, this was nearly
over.
His dad slapped his thigh. "Right. Well we better be off then. Come on,
dear." He pulled his reluctant wife out of her chair and they said their
goodbyes to the boys.
Colby looked over at Ezra, who reclined in his chair, obviously pleased
that his mom couldn't harass him anymore; not until next time anyway. His
fair hair was slicked back from his face and the beginning of a beard was
forming on his face again. Colby couldn't lie that he enjoyed the sensation
of the sweet scratches of his stubble. Ezra noticed his staring and brought
Colby's hand to his face to give it a quick kiss.
"What's wrong?" Asked Ezra.
"Did you mean it? When you said that we might have kids at some point
down the line."
Ezra scoffed. "No, of course not. It was just to get her off our backs for
now, then the next time she asks I'll find something else to put her off, then
rinse and repeat. Don't worry, we're never having kids."
"Yeah."
Who would want kids. Definitely not Colby. No, no, not Colby.
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Some of you eagle eyed viewers ( *cough cough* @GabbyKennethP

@AurianeBear ) have noticed that this bonus chapter was taken down.
I did it for my EwB secret project but I think it's alright to rerelease it
now.
Why did Ezra go to this stupid party? He was tired, miserable, pissed off
and quite simply, not in the mood.Most of his sour mood could be chalked
up to a fight he'd had with his dad earlier. One A- in an English test (the
only bad score he'd ever gotten) and his dad flipped his shit. Years upon
years upon years of perfect scores, working himself ragged, sacrificing his
spare time and sleep to maintain it all. Did his dad appreciate any of that?
Had Ezra's hard work ever been acknowledged? No, of course not.
However, as soon as Ezra slipped up a little bit, his dad was suddenly
invested him.
Normally, a bad grade would've resulted in some snide comments or a
lecture filled with vile condescension, but his father needed a punching bag
for the day. His father's girlfriend -who he treated like shit- broke up with
him and now he was sad and wanted her back. Too little, too late. Of
course, with his father now in a bad mood, Ezra was the one on the
receiving end of his father's frustrations and anger.
Whatever.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
Or at least that was the plan, but, just to add to his shitty day, the party
was dead. The boy he'd came with -Jordan Park- was smoking weed out
back, the other people there were boring and Ezra didn't know them very
well. They kept videoing themselves dancing and smiling for their Snapchat
stories then, as soon as the phone went away, they would stop. Most of
them were just sitting and drinking in small groups. Fucking hell, it sucked.
Ezra wandered round the house for a bit, to see if anything interesting
was happening. Joanna was there and she was certainly interesting, but Ezra
was looking for more of a wouldn't-try-and-destroy-his-life kind of
interesting.He absentmindedly went to the backyard of the house. He ran
into Sophie just as he was about to leave through the back door. She smiled
at him and he gave a simple "hey" in response.
If Sophie was here, surely that meant Colby could be here too.
Shit. Ezra didn't need to run into him right now. He couldn't handle the
guilt of what he'd done. How could he face Colby? They no longer spoke to
each other and Ezra was not blind to the disdainful looks Colby would send
his way. He'd came here to escape drama of his own home only to run head
first into the drama he'd created from school. He really screwed himself
over.
Ezra turned around to ask Sophie if Colby had come to the party with her.
When he looked, he saw that Joanna and Sophie were disappearing into a
room together. Now, he definitely couldn't ask Sophie about it without
seeing Joanna. No way was he risking that. A fight with his father, Joanna
and Colby at the same party, fortune did not favour him at all.
He grabbed a beer and decided to go outside for some air.
He sat on the party host's patio and laid his head back against the wall of
the house. It wasn't very comfortable and it was cold outside, but whatever.
The night was welcome; just him, the stars and the big black sky.He didn't
really think of anything in particular, he didn't really want to. Thoughts just
naturally came and went without much consideration or reflection, it was
not a night for serious thinking.
He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there for. A few songs that had been
playing inside had been and gone, they were muffled, but Ezra was sure at
least five songs had played. Songs tended to be between three to four
minutes long so that means he'd been sitting there for roughly twenty
minutes, maybe. He could pull out his phone and check, but that was too
much effort.
Something rustled in the darkness. It scraped and banged its way along
the side of the house, about to round the corner that Ezra was sitting. It
must've been a person or a very large animal. "Fuck." The mysterious thing
muttered. Okay, it was a person. Whoever it was, was sniffling and clearly
weren't in the right frame of mind from the amount of times Ezra heard
them slam into things.
The person rounded the corner and it was Colby. Fuck.
His dark hair was wild and disheveled, it was also obvious from the red
puffiness of his eyes, the snot running from his nose, the wet shine on his
cheeks, that he was crying. How Colby could still take Ezra's breath away
during an emotional breakdown, he had no idea. Colby was something else.
Of course, he was handsome with his tanned skin, honey coloured eyes and
the beauty mark he had on his left cheek.That wasn't all there was to him
though, there was something else that had held Ezra infatuated with him for
the entirety of high school. Something more than his good looks and lack of
anything between his ears. There was something so indescribably beautiful
and genuine about Colby that could not be replicated by anyone else,
something that drew the sorry likes of Ezra to him, but Colby was
unreachable now. Ezra's own stupidity had assured that. He was a sailor lost
in a storm at sea gazing at the radiant beauty of the lighthouse, ever
adoring, but too far away to reach.
He looked at the empty beer can his hand. How much had he had to
drink? Sailor lost at sea? Really?
Colby stumbled forward a bit more before his eyes seemed to focus and
he caught sight of Ezra. Immediately, his expression turned to rage.
Colby stormed towards Ezra who had leapt up and was backing away
from the boy on a warpath.When Colby reached Ezra, he clumsily grabbed
the collar of his shirt and yanked him closer.
"You! You! You..." Colby's eyes filled with tears and his bottom lips
trembled. "You're such a dick." He chocked.
Ezra was startled by the sudden shift in emotions. He was expecting for
Colby to start yelling or punch him in the face, not to cry. Should he
comfort him? Should he go get Sophie to come look after him?
"Colby, are you alright?" He asked.
By this point, he had tears streaming down his cheeks and he
occasionally hiccuped. " I hate you. I hate you so much. You ruined
everything.What's so special about you? She chose you over me... I tried
my best to make her happy and she still chose you. What's wrong with me?"
Colby's entire body was wracked with trembles as he tried to stop himself
sobbing. His grip on Ezra's shirt had noticeably loosened, but he didn't let
go.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Colby. You... you're perfect." Ezra
reassured, he placed his hands on top of Colby's trembling hands.
"If I was so perfect then I could've made Joanna happy."
"Joanna doesn't deserve you! You were always too good for. You deserve
so much better."
 Colby sniffled again, he seemed to have calmed down a little bit. "Don't
say shit like that. Makes me think you're a great guy.That you're not the
fucking dickhead that ruined my life." Colby stared at Ezra, his eyes
strangely focused on the details of Ezra's face. " I bet you're great at it..." he
mumbled, "I bet that's why she likes you because you're great at it."
"Great at what?"
Colby laughed to himself, an odd contrast to his weepy eyes and
trembling hands. "Great at sex." Colby moved his hands from Ezra's collar
to having one hand run down Ezra's chest and the other flopped over his
shoulder. "Bet you're a great kisser too."
Ezra's heart was a flutter in his chest. There were no words that could
capture the sensations Ezra felt as Colby's hand ran lightly down his chest.
He could vividly recall having dreams that started this way. "Um- Colby I
don't think you know what you're sayi-" Ezra's sentence was cut off by
Colby smashing his lips against his.
What was happening? How was this happening? Had it always been this
easy? Had Ezra been missing out this entire time?
Ezra had daydreamed of this situation before, even theorised how he
could get it to happen. He wanted to beat up his younger self for not having
the balls to just do it because it clearly wasn't that hard to get Colby going.
He wanted to punch his current self for still not doing it because he wasn't
kissing Colby back!
Colby pulled away for a second to stare at Ezra again. "Why aren't you
kissing me back?" He whined. "I really am a bad kisser, aren't I?" He started
to tear up again. "Joanna always said I used too much tongue."
Ezra snapped out of his stupor at Colby's abrasiveness. "No, not at all.
You're really good, really really good. It's just-"
"Then kiss me, you dick." Colby went back in for a kiss once more and
this time Ezra happily obliged his request.
Ezra wrapped his hands around Colby's waist. It was thinner than Ezra
had imagined, but it was perfect. He let his hands adjust comfortably
around it, feeling a mixture of the fabric of Colby's shirt and the soft skin
that was poking out. Was this really happening?
Colby stumbled, but Ezra caught him. They adjusted themselves so that
Colby's back was against the wall and Ezra placed his hands on either side
of his head to steady him. He sneakily pinched his hand to make sure he
wasn't dreaming. He didn't wake up with a hard on, this was real!
 Kissing Colby had been the subject of many of Ezra's daydreams and
night dreams before. Now that is was actually happening, it exceeded all
expectations. Colby was a great kisser, only slightly bad due to the dulled
reactions the alcohol had given him.
Thinking back, there hadn't really been an exact moment in time when
Ezra could pinpoint that he had developed a crush on Colby, it was like it
had always been there, destined to happen. When they first met, Ezra had
been new to the school and Colby had shown him around. Ezra could still
remember how charming he found Colby and how he often found himself
strategising the best way to spend as much time with Colby as possible,
even before he came to the terrifying realisation that he didn't want Colby to
be only his friend.
He thought he heard some movement behind him. A quiet rustling, the
sound of a door sliding shut. He should've panicked, should've turned
around and assured whoever—if anyone— was there that Colby and Ezra
were fine and doing nothing at all. How could he though? All it took was
for Colby to pull him back, kiss him once more and Ezra turned to putty in
his hands.
Colby's mouth was sweet, something fruity in the taste. Ezra could
imagine him preferring the cocktails and sugary drinks over beer, it suited
him. The warmth of his body pressed against Ezra's was enough to make
him forget that they were standing outside in the cold.
They broke apart. Colby's cheeks were flushed and he panted slightly. He
looked up at Ezra with half closed eyes. "You are great at it. You're such a
dick." He mumbled.
Ezra stroked his thumb against Colby's cheek, it was an act of adoration,
infatuation even.
For a moment —a very beautiful moment— Ezra had fooled himself into
thinking that he and Colby truly were lovers. That this wasn't a drunk kiss
or spur of the moment act, that it was purposeful and full with a hidden
meaning that neither of them could express to each other in any other
context.
"W-what are you thinking about?" Colby slurred.
What was he thinking? Colby was drunk, so was he, this was stupid.
How had he become the King of bad decisions?
"We can't do this. You're not in the right frame of mind. I must have
drunk more than I thought because I swear you're mine right now."
 Colby pulled Ezra into a tight hug. For a second time, Ezra tricked
himself into a false romance with Colby. Did it mean anything more to
Colby that he would do this with Ezra when he wasn't thinking about
consequences? No. It didn't.
Colby rubbed himself on Ezra. "I've got a boner now." He whispered, his
head swaying. Indeed he had as he practically humped Ezra's leg like some
horny chihuahua.
"Alright. I think this has gone far enough." He pushed Colby off of him
with a bit of effort, but kept his hands on his shoulders to keep him steady.
"I'll get Sophie for you."
Ezra had taken Colby inside the house, he didn't want him to get
hypothermia or be taken advantage of in such a state. Although, he
supposed that he had already done that himself, he really was the fucking
worse.
He sat Colby down on a sofa and put a blanket over him. He found
Sophie; her hair was more messed up and her make up was more smudged
than it had been previously, but he didn't pry into the reason why. Frankly,
he was too exhausted to bring himself to care. She thanked him for looking
after Colby and went to take care of him.
"I'm leaving." He told Jordan, who was talking to some girl he didn't
personally know, passing a blunt to one another whilst taking turns.
"What? So soon. Come on, bro. Night is young, this party literally just
started, don't leave me here by myself." Whined Jordan. "I'm sure there's
some babe that'll keep you company, if you know what I'm saying"
"No, thanks. I'm going to go now, I've had enough."
Jordan snorted. "Fine. Suit yourself, fucking buzzkill."
Ezra didn't respond. Jordan could go be an asshole if he wanted to, they
never should've come to this stupid party anyway. He walked out the house,
ordered a taxi and headed to Brent's. He still didn't want to go home. It was
the last place in the world where he wanted to be right now. He didn't need
his father taking out his problems on Ezra when Ezra was trying to sort out
his own. He hoped Brent would let him crash for the night.
He thought of the kiss. He thought of Colby endlessly. He was an idiot,
and he was even more of an idiot for thinking anything would come of this.
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Thank you for six million reads! It's absolutely crazy to me that
Enemies with Benefits has become so popular, I wrote it during
lockdown as a way to maintain my sanity and the support for my
writing from you guys has changed my life in more ways than you
could imagine.
Anyway, (putting my love for you all aside) here is the highly
requested retelling of chapters 6-7 from Ezra's POV.
@gimmesomeyaknow for the initial idea

Ezra and Colby were sitting together in his car.

He could hardly believe it. Colby was in his car. Willingly! They were
just sitting here together without arguing or bickering for the first time in
years. It was surreal.
It had been pure coincidence that Ezra had agreed to go with Brent to
Gino's Italiano. Who would've guessed that Colby and Finley would've
been there, and the things that Colby had done in that restaurant... he was so
bold! Ezra initially left his hand on Colby's thigh as a joke, a silly reminder
of what they'd been up to the past few days. He was convinced that Colby
must remember the kiss they had shared at the party last weekend. Surely
something like that which had become solidified as a pivotal moment in
Ezra's life couldn't just mean nothing to the person he shared it with. He
didn't dare ask him though.
If Colby didn't remember and he really had been only spurred on by the
amount of drink he had had that night, that the kiss with Ezra had meant
nothing and he hadn't even bothered to remember it, Ezra wasn't sure his
heart could take it. Better to live in ignorant bliss, he figured.
Still, the friends with benefits suggestion that they had both agreed on,
Ezra could make that into something. At the moment, Colby wouldn't allow
him to call them friends with benefits because they weren't friends, but they
could be. They could be that and so much more. Ezra wouldn't mess it up
this time, he'd had years to think about how he felt. It was scary, but he was
going to go for it this time.
Ezra pulled up in front of Colby's house. The car ride had ended all too
soon for his liking, but at the same time, his heart was beating so fast he
was beginning to worry that he was about to pass out at the wheel.
Colby stalled for a second, he made no move to get out the car. Was he
waiting for something? He still had that grumpy look on his face, but he
always had that look when Ezra was around. A temporary problem
hopefully.
He had to start trying to fix it though.
Alright Ezra, time to hit him with the romantic line. 'I'll dream of you
tonight' or 'I can't wait to see you again', those were both kind of cheesy, a
classic line ripped straight out of a romcom. He wasn't a big fan of
romcoms, he always found the artificialness of them to be too off putting.
Like, is there really that many obstacles stopping two attractive straight
people from getting together. No, of course there wasn't. It was all so
contrived and frustrating to watch. Those poor straight people forcing
romantic obstacles between each other when they are allowed to publicly
ask each other whether they want to go on a date. Get fucked.
Then -following his own bitter logic- he needed to speak truthfully from
his hear. To say something along the lines of 'Colby, I like you. I like you so
much that I have made some of the biggest mistakes of my life to avoid
thinking about how much I like you. My feelings for you terrify me, because
I don't think there is a thing in this world that can change my mind about
you. I'm afraid that I'll spend my entire life with only dreams of you when I
want so much more. I'm so sorry for what I did in the past, but just give me
one chance and...' . Stupid. Colby was more likely to run away screaming
about what an obsessive weirdo Ezra was before he agreed to go on a date
with him. Shit, why was this so difficult?
He should probably keep it simple, 'see you later' would do the trick.
Okay. He said: "See you Friday." 'For our date'.
Colby frowned. It was quite cute, his nose always crinkled up ever so
slightly when he frowned. "Yeah, see you."
Ezra plucked up his courage and leaned towards Colby. Colby did the
same which was a very good sign. It wasn't intense or overly passionate like
their previous kisses had been; a simple kiss. It was romantic. Please, he
internally begged, please understand that this is romantic.
 Colby still didn't get out the car after Ezra kissed him. Was he waiting for
more? What could be be waiting for?
Under the pressure, Ezra crumbled.
"I'm looking forward to it," he said rather well, "but get out off my car
already." And he fucked it.
Colby got up and slammed the door behind him. Ezra drove away with
Colby disappearing from sight in his wing mirror. When he was sure, Colby
wouldn't be able to see him anymore, he pulled over onto the side of the
road and slammed his head into his steering wheel. His car honked once
from the force.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HIM?!
'Get out of my car already. Love you long time though, kisses.' He
mocked himself.
What the fuck was he thinking? No! That was the issue, he was doing a
serious amount of overthinking and now he was fucking up his own
chances of getting with Colby. If Colby actually decided to show up on
Friday now, it was going to be a fucking miracle. Ugh! Why was he like
this? He slammed his head a few more times then continued driving.
He jokingly -not jokingly- contemplated killings himself when he got
home. The humiliation was too much to bear. Goodbye cruel world, go fuck
yourself for all the shit you put Ezra through. Ha ha ha, make him gay with
a straight crush, a homophobic father and an absent mother. Aren't you just
hilarious, universe.
No, he couldn't do that. He had a science project due tomorrow and an
important football game coming up, also Colby might actually come round
on Friday to go on a date with him. One day Ezra's spirit would transcend
this earthly plane of existence and beat the ever loving crap out of whoever
decided his life should be this fucking hard, but today was not that day.
When he got home, he was surprised to see his dad's car in the driveway.
He was supposed to be away on a business trip for the next few days, that's
why Ezra had asked Colby round on Friday.
"Dad?" He called when he got in the house.
"Kitchen." His dad called back. His dad was leaning against the kitchen
sideboard scrolling through emails on his laptop. "Good day at school?" He
asked without looking up.
"Yeah, yeah it's been really great recently."
 "Oh." That got his dad's attention. He peered over the brim of his glasses
and smiled. "Anything interesting happen lately then?"
"No. Same old, same old. I've just been having a better mindset about
things. Thinking positive about things."
"Hmm." His dad hummed suggestively. "Is there someone you're
thinking positively about?" He asked the question with a smile at first, then
it was like something clicked in his brain and he turned back to his
computer. "Never mind don't answer that."
"I'm not... I'm not doing what you think I am." He lied, knowing that his
dad knew all about his attraction to men from some google history searches
a young Ezra didn't know how to erase. Who would've thought that 'two
boys kissing' would follow him so far into his life. "I'm just feeling good
these days. I'm trying harder, working harder." His dad didn't respond.
"Remember how I got an A- on my last biology test, I got an A+ this time
around."
His dad stood from his laptop and reached a hand up. He placed it on
Ezra's head and ruffled his hair. "Well done. I'm proud of you."
Oh Ezra, could've cried hearing that. He wasn't sure if it was because of
the genuine joy he felt hearing that or the guilt eating away at him for lying
to his dad.
"I thought you were on a business trip." Ezra distracted himself from his
own emotions. God, what a day it had been, his poor heart.
"I am." His dad ruffled Ezra's hair once more then pulled away. "Thought
I'd check in on you, make sure you weren't starving to death. My case is
currently in the town hall in the next town over, but," his dad let out a sigh,
"looks like things are going to get dragged on for a while so everything's
being moved further away on Thursday and I've got to stay around there till
Sunday at least. Such a pain."
That was a relief. "How's the case looking?"
"I'm going to win." His dad assured. "The guy is actually innocent which
makes a nice change, but the prosecutor has got nothing else to go with and
the family are refusing to consider any other suspects. It's a mess, but that's
the job. I'm not winning you over into studying law at college, am I?"
"Not even a little."
"Didn't think so." His dad gathered up all his things, laptop and all. "I
best be heading off now, only stopped by to make sure you got home safe.
I've made chilli for tonight, just put some in the microwave and boil some
rice and you're good to go. I've put a few other things in the freezer for the
next few days. So, yeah. Bye."
"See you, dad. Good luck."
His dad only nodded and left.
He was always like that, never got too emotional or close to Ezra in
anyway before he got uncomfortable. It's like he couldn't allow himself to
show something genuine for once. It slipped out sometimes. When he was
prattling off all the dishes he'd made for Ezra, now that was the dad he
remembered. The one from when he was younger that had tried to shield
him from the messy divorce of his parents and had hugged Ezra until he
stopped crying after his mother said she wanted nothing to do with Ezra
once the case was over. That dad was still in there somewhere, Ezra hoped.
However, it seemed the older Ezra got, the more defensive his dad became.
Did he think Ezra would come to resent him if he exposed his
vulnerabilities? If he didn't live up to man of the house?
Ezra could never resent him, not truly. That was his dad and he'd always
love him even when he didn't deserve it. The contradictory compulsion of a
child to his parent.
The chilli was nice, his dad was a very good cook. Ezra went straight to
bed, but he could hardly sleep. His thoughts were consumed with Friday.
What would they do on Friday? They could watch a movie or a TV show.
Eat junk food. Hold hands. Enjoy each other's company. Cuddle, possibly.
Go further than that. The possibilities were endless.
He couldn't wait for Friday.
Part 2, coming soon...
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Also, I'm thinking of starting a patreon or something similar? What
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Ezra was a nervous wreck.

Even after he had struggled to connect his brain with his mouth and told
Colby to get out his car (fucking idiot), Colby acted the same with him at
school. He was pretty sure anyway. Colby acted angry and annoyed with
him at school before he said that and on the days after the car incident, he
continued to act angry and annoyed. Hooray?
They still did their secret make out session behind the bleachers, so
Colby mustn't be too mad. Surely if he was angry at Ezra, he wouldn't
subject himself to being physically intimate with him, right? Colby
wouldn't do that. Right?!
It was weighing in his mind. Even as Colby was pressed up against him,
his arms wrapped around Ezra's waist and his lips locked with his own.
What if Colby wasn't going to come on Friday? Had he really forgot
about the whole Joanna thing?
Not a single day had gone by since Colby had caught them together, had
he let Ezra forget what he did. Not that he deserved forgiveness. He couldn't
really say why he did it. It was like an itch under his skin that he just
couldn't scratch and it was driving him insane. The itch kept him up at
night, tossing and turning, begging for relief from whoever was listening.
Itch was too light of a word, it was painful and left him exhausted and out
of breath from the smallest things. For the duration of that time, Ezra felt as
though he was watching his body go through life for him, some of his
memories from that time were in third person which he could not wrap his
head around. Was he in there during that time? It sucked and it hurt worse
than anything he'd ever known.
Why did he think Joanna could scratch the itch? He had no idea. It was
dream-like watching himself be approached by her, her flirtatious words
and actions sounding garbled in his ears but he knew what she was saying,
then he was in her bedroom with Colby at the door. It was a bad time and to
say he wasn't doing too well was an understatement. It woke him from his
weird dream state at least.
He regretted it, but what was done was done and he wasn't sure how to
prove his sincerity. Did Colby know he was sorry? Probably not, he hadn't
actually said 'I'm sorry', probably would've been a good place to start.
Colby must be doing this for revenge!
Revenge through make outs?
He opened his eyes a little and, indeed, Colby was there... making out
with him. Quite desperately as well from the way he kept pressing his groin
against Ezra, almost grinding himself against him. Ezra moved his hips
slightly forward, who was he to deny Colby satisfaction. Colby gripped him
tighter and moaned into his mouth.
Would a man with a revenge quest really do that?
There was only one way this could make sense as a revenge quest -in
Ezra's opinion. Colby was doing all of this, making Ezra anticipate Friday,
only to leave him high and dry when it came to the actual date. Ezra would
be heartbroken. That was not hyperbole. Even worse if Colby told everyone
what happened between them around school.
That was the only possible revenge plan he could see in Colby's current
actions, he was leading him on to disappointment. Ezra wasn't sure his heart
would be able to take that. Did he ask him now? Confront him whilst they
were together? Ditch Colby before he could ditch him?
Ezra felt the cold against his lips before he realised Colby had pulled
away. He looked down to his favourite annoyed face.
"What's wrong?" Ezra asked.
"Your kisses suck right now. Less thinking, more tongue." Colby rapped
his fist against Ezra's skull.
 "Sorry, got distracted."
"By what?" Colby frowned even more, his nose scrunching up. "You
thinking about someone else?"
Was he serious? Ezra supposed that nobody really knew how many hours
a day Ezra thought about precisely this with only one person. "Are you
jealous?" He teased.
"Of course not! We're not some stupid mushy couple or anything?" He
said that whilst still pressed up against Ezra and in his arms. "Don't even
like you, you're a dick." He said whilst pressing his own dick against Ezra's
thigh.
The irony of the situation was lost on Colby, an endearing thing that
happened very often.
Ezra couldn't help but laugh.
Wrong move. That only made Colby mad.
"Fuck you, asshole. I've got better shit to do anyway."
"With a boner?"
"I'm a healthy teenage boy, Ezra. I do a lot of things with a boner." Colby
pulled away and began to walk off, boner and all.
Weird flex but okay.
"Wait." Ezra grabbed his hand and pulled him back against him. "I'm
sorry. I promise I'll focus... there's nobody else. Only you."
Colby let out a humph. "I don't care if there's someone else. As Taylor
Swift said: players gonna play, play, play, play; I'm not judging you for
being a slut, slut."
This boy....
He was about to ask Colby what impression he had given him to make
him assume Ezra was a slut, but, thinking about it for two seconds lead him
right to the answer. Fair enough. But, he'd changed. He was a different
person than the one who'd slept with Joanna. He was trying to be better,
someone deserving of Colby. He'd prove it one way or enough.
"Okay, I'll own up to slut." Ezra relented.
It didn't make Colby happy. "It takes the fun out of it if you accept my
insults. You're a dickhead."
"I am a dickhead, I admit it."
"Stop it!"
"I'll stop being those things though."
"What?"
 "How about I stop being a slut and I'll..."
"You'll what?"
Seeing Colby in front of him. Was he sure he wasn't still in that dream
state he'd been before. No, he wasn't. If he confessed now and Colby said
no, the consequences would last far longer and strike so much deeper than
the mistake with Joanna. He would suffer an unfathomable amount of pain
that - what was it he kept saying to himself? His heart couldn't take it.
He lost his nerve.
"No, nothing." Said Ezra.
"Such a weirdo." Colby replied. "What's your address, by the way?"
"Excuse me?"
"The fuck do you mean 'excuse me'. What's your address, dumbass? Or
am I just supposed to magically know where your house is? And people say
I'm dumb."
"Oh, right!" Ezra told his address to Colby.
"You live on Burton Avenue?" Colby asked.
"Uh, yeah. Is that weird?"
"That's the rich people street. My mom used to break into the houses on
that street when she was in high school and smoke weed with her friends.
She did it in the summer when all the rich people went away to Dubai or
something expensive like that."
Ezra had been to Dubai last summer with his father and his girlfriend
(now ex) of the time. "Your mom sounds like-" a criminal, "a colourful
character."
Colby stuck his chest out with pride and smiled. "Yeah, she's pretty cool
or whatever. And get this! Her son's even cooler."
"Oh, really? I heard the opposite." Ezra teased.
Colby pouted then stuck his middle finger up at Ezra. "See you tonight,
dickswab." Colby had regained control of his lower half and escaped the
shadows and concealed area at the back of the bleachers. Where he went?
Ezra didn't know, he hadn't moved an inch.
Did he hear Colby right?
See you tonight, dickswab. He was coming? He was going to come!
Colby was going to come tonight!
Ezra's face was blank, a trained habit he was struggling to shake off. On
the inside, he was a disaster. A feral raving animal filled with the
frightening excitement. An obsessively fixation on the idea of Colby
coming round that would terrify anyone that could read his mind. Hell, his
own mind was too suffocating for himself sometimes. But in that moment
as he stood against the bleachers; his face was a mask, his mind was a mess.
"Good." He said eventually. "That's good."
He had math that afternoon, but he decided to skip. Instead, he steadily
walked to his car, then he began to speed walk, then jog, then run, until he
was full force sprinting through the school corridors to his car. He heard
nothing but he hammer of his own heart and he could think of only one
thing: his house was a mess. He drove as quickly (and safely) as possible
then nearly fell out of his car as he hurried inside.
He spent the next three hours cleaning a house that wasn't that dirty. His
father hired a maid to clean weekly, but it had been five days since she had
come and dust was beginning to gather where it had no business to. It had
to perfect. If it wasn't perfect, Colby would notice and leave. That was if
Colby really was coming.
He grabbed a mop and felt the handle bend from the strength he used to
push it into the floor.
He couldn't think like that. Colby was coming, he'd said so. But, what if
it was a trick. If he came tonight, then Colby clearly didn't seek some sort of
righteous vengeance against Ezra. If he didn't come, then-
Ezra's foot hit the mop bucket and in less than a second, his feet were
wet. He watched as the water spread across the floor, it stretched out to the
front door. Initially it ran along the lines that separated the tiles on the floor
from each other, then the rest washed over the whole tile. It wasn't just his
feet that were wet, the water had splashed up his jeans from the impact of
the mop falling over. Ezra watched the water run along the floor for a bit.
"I should clean that up." His voice bounced off the walls straight back to
him.
He went to the kitchen and picked up some hand towels. The towels
vibrated violently and were crumpled in the corners. Oh wait, no. Ezra's
hands were shaking and he was gripping the towels as if they were his
salvation. For how long had his hands been shaking. For how long had he
been breathing this fast.
With trembling hands and shaky legs, Ezra placed the towels down on the
water. He quickly cleared up the spill. He had other jobs to do like clean the
bathroom, polish the kitchen, clean out the oven. He looked down at his
hands and found they were still tense and shaking. Maybe he needed to
calm down for a bit. Take a break.
He took off his clothes and put on some grey sweatpants and a white top,
they were the comfiest things he had and he just couldn't bring himself to
put on another pair of jeans. He sat downstairs in the kitchen and looked out
the window that faced the porch. He reached behind his head and massaged
his neck.
If Colby came, he needed to calm down. The last thing he needed to do
was act like a freak and scare him off. Maybe this was a bad idea. It was
obviously stressing him out a lot, Colby could be pranking him and Ezra's
father was only one town over, he could come home whenever he wanted if
the trial got postponed for any reason. His house was still a mess too. Okay,
it probably didn't look like a mess to anyone else, but to Ezra it was
disgusting. Colby would think so.
What did Colby's house look like? It must be a bit smaller since he called
Ezra's street the 'rich people street'. That must be nice, not having the walls
echo your stupid thoughts back to you. He wondered if the Williams' house
was as messy as his house was.
He suddenly remembered a meeting he'd had with Mr Williams once
when he had been unable to complete his English exam because his hands
were shaking so bad. They were only shaking because Ezra knew his father
would be disappointed if he failed that test. Why did he have to suck at
English? He had gone to Mr Williams at lunch and begged to resit it.
"I'm afraid not, Ezra." Mr Williams had said.
"Please, Mr Williams! I need this. I can do better."
"I have no doubt in that." Said Mr Williams. "But this test has obviously
taken a mental toll on you. Do you want to talk about anything?" Ezra had
held his tongue even when the weight of the expectations of him rested upon
it. "Alright then. You put a lot of pressure on yourself, don't you?"
Mr Williams had been so nice when he'd said that and it obviously came
from a place of concern, but still it felt like an insult. 'You put a lot of
pressure on yourself,' with all due respect Mr Williams, what do you know
about Ezra outside of being his teacher. He wasn't trying to be mean, but the
phrasing of it really bothered him. 'Don't you?' Did he want Ezra to admit
that he had standards to meet because, yes, he did and not being able to take
that stupid English test had made him unable to meet them. If Colby didn't
come round tonight or if he didn't enjoy his time here tonight, then that was
a reflection on Ezra asa person.
Jesus, his stomach hurt.
Outside there was the sound of tyres crunching against the ground. He
looked up and - he hardly believed it - Colby hopped out a car and walked
towards Ezra's front door. Holy shit, he was here. He didn't notice Ezra
gnawing at him from one window over. The woman in the car saw him as
she waved at Ezra who waved back. She drove off and
Ezra watched Colby do... absolutely nothing.
He just stood there on the porch like part of the decoration. Was he going
to knock? Every once in a while Colby would raise his fist like he was
going to then would put it back down. Wow, he must be as equally nervous
as Ezra. It was quite sweet and distracted Ezra from his own nerve. He
didn't want to rush Colby by flinging the door open and scaring him, he
could come in on his own time. Ezra would give him time.
He gave him five minutes. That was okay, they were both new to this.
He gave him ten minutes. Colby still hadn't knocked. At one point Ezra
thought he had left because he went around the corner. Disappointment
swallowed Ezra until he leaned to look further round and saw Colby
passing in a bush. Come on, Colby, there are nice toilets inside to use
He gave him FIFTEEN MINUTES. FIFTEEN minutes! By God, what
was he doing out there? He'd pissed in the bush TWICE.
That was it. He was coming in now whether he liked it or not. Ezra marched
round to his front door and flung it open.
"You have been standing here for 15 minutes. Are you coming in or not?"
Spat Ezra. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. It came
out much more aggressively than he had expected it to. Jesus, he must look
like such a dick right now.
"You knew I was here?" He asked. Colby's eyes were cast downwards,
almost like he was looking directly at Ezra's d- no, surely not.
Ezra suddenly became incredibly self conscious, but let none of it show.
He wished he'd remembered to change clothes into something more suitable
before Colby came. He looked destitute. "I was watching you from the
window but now you're just pissing me off." He couldn't drop the dick act.
Especially now taht he and become self conscious of himself, he used it like
a barrier against the person that could hurt him far too easily. But he was
here and that meant the world to Ezra. "Are you coming in or are you going
to call mommy to come and pick you up?" Shut up, Ezra!
"You know what, asshole. Maybe if you were a better host I'd actually
want to come in."
He as right, Ezra was a terrible host and it was humiliating. He turned
around to hide his flushed face and went into the house.
"Wait up!"
Colby still wanted to come in? Wow, not even Ezra's stupid defence
mechanisms could make that guy go away.
He let Colby explore the rooms he wanted and gently nudged him toward
going into the living room to take a seat. Did he manage to dust in here
before he head his moment? He couldn't remember. The room was filthy.
Not really. But it was in Ezra's standards.
"Do you live alone?" Colby suddenly asked.
What - what did he mean by that? Was it the mess? Ezra's attitude? Or
something else entirely that made Colby think that way?
Once again humiliated, Ezra turned his face down and looked at his
phone to avoid Colby. "No, my dad lives here too. Pizza or Chinese?"
"What?"
"For dinner. What you thought I was just going to let you starve? Pick a
movie while you're over there too." It was a date after all.
"Oh pepperoni pizza then with those cheesy bites on the side. And yeah
you would totally do something like let me starve, don't try and act all nice
to me. I see right through you."
That made Ezra smile, which, in turn made Colby smile. Ezra left the
room and called the pizza guy.
When he walked back in, the realisation of having his long term crush in
his house hit him like a truck. Seeing Colby running his fingers over the
spines of the DVD boxes as he umed and awed at the collection. He looked
at all the movies. The scene in front of Ezra was so domestic and peaceful
that he took a moment to watch Colby decide. He looked so deep in thought
as he read the names and mouthed the words. Ezra was pretty sure he saw
Colby's lip silently say 'fifty shades of grey'. Ugh, that had been one of his
father's random DVD buys. The horror and western movies were Ezra's
movies. He continued to watch Colby bend over to read the DVDs on the
lower shelves. Sometimes his brown wavy hair would tickle his face and he
would see Colby tuck it back behind his ear.
 Ezra wanted to feel that hair. Run his fingers through it, to know what it
feels like. It was probably weird to keep staring like this, he should
probably say something.
He said: "Have you picked something yet? Or do you need help reading
the big words?" Are you serious, Ezra? Maybe he should just go un-alive
himself, that would shut him up.
Colby whirled around and glared at Ezra with a vengeance. It could be a
scary face, but Ezra had seen taht exact expression for the past year and it
had the same effect on him as putting angry eyebrows on a teddy bear. It
was adorable and Ezra couldn't help but walk forward. "Excuse you,
dickhead. I have-" he moved closer to Colby, admiring all the small details
of his face that he couldn't from affair. The tanned colour of his skin, the
scatter of freckles on his nose, the mole on his neck, the pair of smile lines
that stretched slightly from the corners of his nose. He could look for hours
and find something else to admire.
"You have what, Colby?" He whispered, teasing but ready for it to get
serious. One kiss and he'd be satisfied. Ezra placed his hands on the shelves
next to either side of Colby's head.
Colby closed his eyes and tensed up. Shit, was he going to fast? Was he
frightening him? Ezra brushed his lips against Colby's but went no further.
Instead, he kissed the mole on his neck. That was enough, he couldn't take
too much too quickly, he wasn't greedy. He saw the movie in Colby' hand
and whispered. "Halloween's a pretty crappy movie."
"You're a crappy movie." Colby said. His cheeks were as red as his
hoodie and his eyes were downcast at the floor. He shoved his hand in the
pouch of his hoodie and puffed it out.
Once again, Ezra wanted to lean in for an actual kiss. Too soon, too soon.
He snatched the DVD from Colby's hand and walked away.
"You, asshole!" Colby yelled.
Ezra just turned and looked innocently at him. "What did I do?"
Colby threw himself on the sofa, crossing his arms and legs in a huff.
"I don't even want to let you in my pants anymore. You're too much of a
dick."
"Oh, but you did want me in your pants?" Ezra couldn't have been
happier. It wasn't a prank, Colby was really here.
"That's not what I meant!"
 Ezra put on the movie and sat on the opposite end of the sofa as Colby.
He needed to cool off a bit. Slow things down before he me scared off
Colby and did something he'd regret. Patience is a virtue as they say.
He separated himself from Colby and watched the movie. Truthfully, he
did like Halloween, but the plot was a little weak and the ridiculous amount
of copy and paste sequels did have an impact on how he viewed the first.
They were only about ten minutes into the movie -if that- when all of a
sudden he heard a shuffle on the sofa and a weight on his thigh. When he
looked down, Colby was putting Ezra's dick in his mouth.
This is the end for 'Go for it, Ezra' bonus chapters, but an entire
novel from Ezra's perspective could be on the table if you subscribe to
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Patreon teaser #1

Snippet from the bonus chapter from the lowest tier of my patreon
that's being officially released on January 1st!
This one focuses on Ezra and Colby called 'Chores deserve rewards'.
There is another snippet of this chapter on my Instagram
@lavenderfieldsofficial
*
Ezra was wearing a baggy vest and shorts that left too much to Colby's
imagination. Watching Ezra's muscled frame -that body that Ezra had
worked so hard to develop strength in- do something as simple as mow
grass... was Colby drooling on the window?
The way the light shone off of Ezra's golden locks created a halo effect
around his head. The light bounced off his head and made mowing grass
divine. And Colby, he was the horny demon who was going to hump Ezra's
leg once he came back inside.
"Look at him out there, what a man."
"Back off, Mom! He's for my eyes only."
Colby did not take his eyes off of Ezra when his mom walked up behind
him and looked out the glass as well. Pervy old lady could keep her eyes to
herself. He needed to find a way to censor Ezra when they were in public.
Like how a Sim going to the toilet or showering was censored, he needed to
do the same to Ezra. Every time someone looked at Ezra, they would only
see a collage of Ezra-ish colours and wouldn't be able to tell what he looked
like.
"Huh?" His mom asked. "Why would your dad be for your eyes only?"
That was what made Colby look away from the window. "I'm not looking
at dad, ew."
His mom slapped his arm. "How dare you! There is nothing sexier than a
man who knows how to understand and pay taxes." She leaned against the
window, her expression a mirror of her son's mere moments ago. She slid
down slightly, her dark hair held up by the window. She cheekily waved in
the opposite direction of Ezra.
 Colby looked in that direction. For how long had his dad been sitting out
there? In the shaded area of the garden, his dad sat fiddling with a computer
and a bunch of paperwork. His dad looked up to give his mom a much more
innocent wave. He was wearing shorts and the ugliest Hawaiian shirt Colby
had ever seen. The colours just did not go at all. That plus the aviator
glasses and the white spot of sunscreen he hadn't properly rubbed into his
nose, yep that was his dad alright.
She giggled. "I bet he's calculating our adjusted gross income." Colby
didn't fail to notice his mom drawing a small love heart onto the glass with
her finger.
"What's a gross adjusted... whatever?"
"No idea. Heard your dad mentioned it once and he sounded so goddamn
smart."
"Gross, mom. Stop perving on dad, he's just doing a boring task."
"Ezra's just mowing the grass, but I'm not judging you."
"That's different."
"How?"
"Ezra's hot."
"So's your dad. Like this one time he was doing the taxes and he was
talking about deductible something or other and I asked if he could deduct
that di-"
Colby plugged his fingers into his ears. "Lalala! I'm not listening!"
"You nearly had a sibling is what I'm trying to say."
"Boy or girl?"
"Guess we'll never know." She moved towards the fridge. "Come on,
we'll make them something nice as thanks."
Colby and his mom spent the next few minutes making the best
lemonade they possible could. Achieving the perfect balance of sweetness
and lemon was much harder than people gave credit for; or at least that's
what Colby and his mom told themselves so they felt like they were helping
around the house just as much as his dad and Ezra were.
By the time they finished pouring out the lemonade into fancy cups and
putting thin slices of lemon on the rim, Ezra came back into the house. The
clattering of the sliding doors announced his arrival.
"What are you guys doing?" He panted.
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Patreon teaser #2

'Family Tree' starring Finley and Brent as Finley introduces his

boyfriend to his dad.
Writing this bonus chapter made me realise how much I don't like
When we were Wallflowers. In my opinion, it's a very insecure book as
it was the first one I wrote after the huge success of Enemies with
Benefits. I'm thinking of reworking it: relying less on references to
Enemies with Benefits and giving Finley as a character more space to
breath. There's also references to early 2020 tik tok in that book that
has already caused it to age horrifically and be slightly offensive in
places. Basically, if you see it being updates, that's me giving it the
effort it deserves.
Anyway, here's the chapter!
To be embraced by Brent, to be truly held by him was to feel peace.
His skin, his voice, his touch, his smell, all of it left Finley feeling a calm
fuzziness that clouded his mind and made him forget his worries. There was
no greater place in the world than within Brent's arms.
Finley dreamt of nothing at all which was arguably a sign that he was
having one of the best sleeps of his life. Something stroked his back. Up
and down. As light and tender as a summer breeze. It could've been summer
for all Finley knew. His relaxation had taken him to a place withdrawn from
time and season. A hand ran over his head, playing with the ends of his
locks. His locks may have been too thick for someone to run their fingers
through, but he enjoyed the attention to them nonetheless.
He could stay like that forever. He wished he could, but all too soon:
"Finley." So soft, so quiet. "Finley, your parents are going to be home
soon."
Ah, he could've lived in a world without hearing that. It didn't bother him
though. So what if Brent was going to meet his dad for the first time, it was
no big deal. He was unfazed. Cool as a cucumber. Nothing to be scared of.
"Are you awake?" Brent asked.
 Finley's eyes fluttered open and he winced slightly from the light that
came pouring in through his bedroom window. He couldn't be too angry
about it though, the light was perfect for his wide assortment of plants that
littered his window sill. They were mostly small plants. Each one coming
into bloom, the most beautiful colours slowly unveiling themselves from
their green cocoons. Finley's favourite was the plant that hung from the
ceiling and was also kissed by the light that came from the window. Long
leafy limbs climbed out of the pot and cascaded downwards, almost
touching the ground. It had been short and tiny when Finley had been gifted
it, now it was a fire hazard. He couldn't be more proud.
Brent's hand ran over his locks again. The feeling sent shivers down his
spine from the gentle tingling Brent's hand left behind.
"I love your hair." He said. "It always looks great, feels nice too."
"My sisters would do your hair too if you wanted."
"I don't think I could pull off all these different styles like you do. Maybe
at some point though."
"Just be careful. If you get braids, Miria will try and put the pinkest beads
or charms she can in them."
Brent laughed. "You looked really nice with those beads."
"I looked like barbie. Luckily, pink is my colour. Along with every other
colours as well."
Finley couldn't bring himself to move. Brent's chest made for the best
pillow in the whole wide world. He'd never been this comfortable in his life
and now he had to get up for this dinner.
If he stayed like this forever, could he just ignore the whole thing?
"Are you nervous?"
"Aren't I the one who's supposed to be asking you that?" Said Finley.
Brent stroked his hair again. "Maybe. But, you seem really tense today."
"How am I tense, I fell asleep."
"You always sleep when you get too stressed."
It was a pain getting his tired face muscles to work, but Finley frowned
despite that. Although, it probably looked a bit droopy. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do. Remember when we had that AP bio test last week and you
hadn't revised for it, so you fell asleep at your desk then woke up with five
minutes to spare and filled in the whole test."
"That's just one time." His mom was going to kill him if she ever found
about that.
 "I have more examples." Said Brent.
"Okay, okay, you've proven your point." Brent was wrong though. Finley
wasn't nervous. What would he have to be nervous about? Just introducing
his boyfriend to his dad. No biggie. No fucking biggie. "Are you nervous?"
He asked Brent.
"Yeah, a little. I want to make a good impression."
Finley snorted. "You don't need to worry about that. My mom and sisters
already adore you. This house is a matriarchy, it won't matter what he
thinks. When I get around to introducing you to my grandparents, then we
can get nervous."
"Your grandparents know you're gay?"
"As if. My Grandma got suspicious at one point though. My mom had to
make up this whole elaborate story of a good African girlfriend who was
long distance and I was waiting till marriage to even hold hands with. So, if
my grandparents come round, your name is Brenda."
Brent's chest shook as he laughed. "I don't think they'll believe that."
"Sure they will. We'll slap you in a dress, put a wig on you. Introduce
them to my sexy super tall, super buff lady. My girlfriend Brenda, ladies
and girlfriend."
He heard Brent snort before he was pushed off of his chest. "Go make
sure your food isn't burnt, you doofus."
With great reluctance, Finley got off of Brent and rolled of the bed. It
was his own fault they couldn't stay there. Ever since he told his family he
was applying to culinary courses at different colleges, they'd quickly
appointed him main chef of the house. Said it was practice for him. Greedy
sons of guns.
He went to the kitchen and checked on his pork in the oven, the timer
going off as soon as he opened the door. Looked good to him. He grabbed
his bedazzled oven gloves that Colby had gifted him for his birthday and
pulled it out. He always enjoyed putting the final touches on things. In his
opinion, presentation was just as important as taste. You had to convince
people to eat it before they would take a bite.
Plus, who didn't love a good looking dish?
He took time to cut the pork into perfect slices that oozed with juice as
the knife cut through. He carefully considered what to place on the side,
decorating each dish with a selection of vegetables picked fresh from his
dad's backyard garden. Except for Miria's plate, she just wanted curly fries.
Everything was done to Finley's standard, an aesthetic beauty to the dish
that almost had the opposite effect of what he intended. It was almost too
beautiful to eat. He prepared the table and made some gravy. He thought of
nothing else when he prepared the dish.
Voila!
That was a job well done and it had only taken him fifteen minutes.
Maybe he should do more. Rearrange the cutlery, place flowers in the
middle, the salad was stupid he really should replace it with something else.
Jesus, what would his dad think? The food probably tasted terrible and he
hadn't made any extra to try. Fuck.
If he still had some time, he could...
The front door opened. His mom came into the kitchen, she slid her long
red coat off from her shoulders as she walked in. She smiled at Finley's
handiwork.
"Hey, this looks amazing." She said. "I am so hungry." She turned her
head to the doorway. "Ready for dinner, baby?"
His dad walked through the doorway and Finley could barely stand to see
his reaction. He wasn't a very tall man —this wasn't a family of giants, like
Brent's— but in that moment, he looked like a giant to Finley. His hair was
curled tightly to his head, no longer than a grain of rice. He tilted his head
down so that he could see over his wireframe glasses. He looked at Finley,
then looked at the food. "Looks good." Was all he said.
Okay.
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Patreon teaser #3

Bonus chapter about Sophie and Avni.

If you haven't checked out Inconvenient Attachment, I humbly
recommend it.
"How was the flight?"
"It was a nightmare, Colby." Sophie whined into the phone. She lay down
on the hotel room's bed. It was so nice to not be strapped in a chair
anymore. "So, we took off from New York after we spent the weekend
visiting Brent and Finley there. The flight was supposed to take around nine
hours. We were about five hours into the flight when they suddenly
announce over the intercom that they have to turn around because they
forgot some important paperwork, that without it we wouldn't be able to
land."
"Shit, no way!"
"It was so frustrating. I'm not a big fan of flying, but I was okay by that
point because in my head I was thinking 'well we're over halfway there'.
Every person on the plane was so annoyed, but there just wasn't a point in
complaining, you know? Obviously, I've contacted the airline and I'm going
to get some sort of compensation through that, but on the plane there was
no point."
"I bet someone through a fit though."
"Oh, that's putting it lightly. Everyone else was too tired, too frustrated to
start something, except for this middle aged couple at the front. The wife
goes off on this poor stewardess who looked just as annoyed about having
to go back as we did. The stewardess is apologising for the mistake, saying
that everyone is going to get complimentary food and drink."
"Did you get any food and drink?"
"They gave us a cold piece of bread and a tiny bottle of water."
"Oh my god."
"Anyway, so the wife starts screaming about anything she can. All of a
sudden, her seat isn't good enough and she want to be in first class and she
wants the stewardess to get fired for saying taht she can't do it. Then the
husband starts banging on his seat, chanting about how they and only they
deserve an upgrade to first class. Other stewards come over and tell them to
calm down and they'll see what they can do. They carried on screaming and
complaining for the full five hour flight back. Avni had been asleep on my
shoulder before those assholes started making a scene. I was hoping she'd
be able to sleep the entire time and not even notice that we had to go back.
Nope, those assholes woke her up and some of the babies on the flight, so
now there were babies crying. It was awful."
"Sounds awful. Was it a quick turn around once you got back to the
airport?"
"Nope. The assholes from before were kicked off the plane after the
woman tried to get slap one of the stewards who told her to calm down. It
took enough hour as airport security got on the plane and struggled to get
the couple off. After that, we had to refuel then it was nine hours to Athens.
Thing is we were supposed to arrive in the evening, grab some dinner with
a friend Avni has here then head to bed, but now it's the afternoon and we
have to remake our plans. Avni's friend is at work now and isn't free this
evening, so it's just going to be me and her now."
"Doesn't sound too bad." He said. "You probably wouldn't have wanted
to be social after a nine hour flight anyway."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Avni's disappointed though. I'm
sure we'll see her friend before we go though."
"How long are you staying in Athens?"
"Just for the week. We're doing a few day trips to see Delphi and
Mycenae. Then it's off to Mykonos for a few days, then off to Rome."
Colby sighed wistfully over the phone. "Wow, it sounds amazing. Ezra
and I are thinking of travelling, but that'll probably have to be after we both
finish college, but he's studying medicine which is literally the longest
course you can possible take."
"Is he enjoying it?" She asked.
"Oh, he loves it. We were having sex and he just randomly pointed at my
body and told me that some whatdoyoucallit muscle of mine is looking a
little too tense. He's such a dork."
She could imagine Ezra doing that. As soon as he started looking into
medicine in his final years at high school, he became obsessed with it. He
watched college lectures on the subject during different classes and
dedicated himself into going to a good college for it. He was a good guy, it
didn't surprise her that he wished to dedicate his life to helping others.
The glass doors that lead to the balcony of the hotel room slid open and
Avni stepped inside. She was a vision. In her short wrap around dress as
yellow as a marigold and her black hair swept up into a ponytail held with a
yellow scarf.
"Who is it?" Avni asked quietly.
Sophie pressed the phone to her chest and muffled the speaker. "It's
Colby." She lifted the phone back up.
"Hi, Colby!" Avni yelled into the phone.
"Hi, Avni!" Colby screamed over the phone.
"We've got to go now, Colby. I've booked us somewhere to eat." Said
Avni.
"That's alright. I've got to go pick Ezra up from work now. Bye, guys.
Have a fun time!"
"Bye, Colby." They said in unison.
Sophie stayed reclined on the bed, basking in the glow of Avni. The
afternoon sun of Greece left sweet kisses on her dark skin, giving her a
shimmering coat of gold. Avni crawled onto the bed and knelt beside
Sophie, resting her head upon Sophie's shoulder.
"Have a nice talk with Colby?" She asked. Her breath tickled the side of
Sophie' face.
"Yeah. I was just telling him about the whole flight disaster."
"Ugh, don't remind me of it. In my mind, that never happened."
Sophie ran her hand down Avni's back, enjoying the silky material of her
dress, enjoying it even more when her hand ran down far enough that it was
met with skin. She fondled what she could grab. The best thing about Avni's
short dresses was the easy access it gave Sophie.
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Ezra's Benefit: chapter one

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He shouldn't of done it.
He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
It was just a kiss. A drunken kiss at that. Didn't mean anything.
Especially not to Colby.
He knew all that, and yet Ezra couldn't stop wondering if it did mean
something. Didn't someone say that drunken actions are sober thoughts?
How true that was, he wasn't sure. Surely, it couldn't mean nothing.
For months now, Colby had breathed malice every time he so much as
looked at Ezra. Not that any of it was undeserved. He wasn't trying to play
victim here, he just... fuck, he didn't even know. Who kisses the guy they
hate while drunk? What straight guy would kiss the guy they hate while
drunk? It couldn't mean nothing.
He begged it not to mean nothing.
"Ezra, are you listening?"
Ezra turned away. He hadn't noticed himself slipping into pointless
thoughts. For how long had he been staring out the window? "Sorry, Coach.
What were you saying?"
Coach Clain glanced at him over her glasses. Normally, she would've
scolded him for being a space case, but today she was being patient. She
had far more patience than people gave her credit for. "I asked how things
were at home recently?"
"Why do you ask?" He nervously drummed his fingers on the arms of the
chair he was sitting on.
"You seem very out of it today." She said. "For the entirety of practice
you weren't there and don't try and tell me that you were because I know
you. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't wish to, but when we
last spoke on Friday, you said your dad was putting more pressure on you
because he was having problems with his girlfriend."
"Oh yeah, that." He'd almost forgotten how he'd smashed the mirror in
the changing room. He hadn't meant to, but he was so angry. One moment
his helmet was in his hand and he was alone in the changing room, the next
the helmet was across the room surrounded by broken glass and Coach
Clain was staring at him in disbelief. He'd begged her not to tell anyone,
promised it was an accident, just don't tell his dad, please. She'd covered it
up, said the nails that held it up were old and rusted and that it had fell
down and shattered on its own. In exchange, he confessed his worries to
her. "He broke up with his girlfriend."
"Were you friends with his girlfriend?"
"No. He has terrible choice in women."
"How do you mean?"
He couldn't distinguish their faces anymore, because it didn't matter what
they looked like. They all looked different but they were the same woman.
"He always chooses a very certain type of woman, I'm not sure he knows he
does it but he does."
"What type is that?"
"Women who clearly don't love him and never will. Women who will
fight with him, want him for nothing more than what he has, women who
will inevitably leave him. They're all like..."
"They're all like?"
He shook his head. "No, nothing." He already talked about his dad too
much, he wasn't about to bring his mother into this as well. Her face stood
out among all the others, even now. He couldn't remember the last time she
reached out to him?
"Is that the reason why you have been so distracted today?"
He shook his head and felt heat rush to his face. "No." His fingers
drummed faster. "This weekend there was a party and I- I kissed someone I
really shouldn't have. Sorry, I don't know why I brought it up. It's so stupid.
I'll focus harder tomorrow, I promise."
Coach Clain laughed at him. A hearty laugh that had her falling back in
her chair. She was still laughing to herself when she took off her glasses and
placed them on the desk, rolling her eyes as she looked at him. "Jesus, Ezra.
You're a teenager. This is exactly the sort of thing that's supposed to be
bothering you. I'm glad you're getting the teenage experience. Who's this
mystery person then?"
"Nope. No way."
"Come on, you can tell me."
Ezra crossed his arms and looked away. "I'm not telling you anything."
Well, maybe at some point.
"You're no fun." She stopped laughing and offered him a genuine smile.
"Have fun being a teenager, Ezra. Just not during practice, I want a shiny
new trophy to rub in the swimming team's pathetic little faces."
They said their goodbyes and Ezra headed out. He was still in his kit. He
gave it a sniff. Fucking hell, he needed a shower.
He went in the changing rooms and stripped off. For a second, he thought
he could hear Finley and Colby talking somewhere near by. He panicked
and ran into the nearest shower cubicle. He couldn't see him right now. He
wasn't sure he would be able to look him in the eyes ever again. His heart
was a drum in his chest.
Hell, he needed to calm down.
He tossed his towel over the door and turned on the shower. He enjoyed
the shock of cold that came out first before the shower had a chance to
warm up. It was what he needed to get him back to reality.
Colby and Finley's voice echoed around the locker room. So, he hadn't
imagined it.
"I appreciate you sticking around." He heard Colby say.
"No problem, man. It was hilarious watching you try and put all the
equipment away. I can't believe how many times you tripped over the
training dummies!" Finley's cackling laughter bounced off of every wall in
the changing room. The sound of the shower running hardly covered it.
"Shut up! They're bulky!"
"Whatever you say, man. Are you showering?"
"Yeah. I stink after that work out."
"You're not talking about training are you?" Finley's cackle rang out
again. "See you later, bottom boy."
"I'm not a bottom!" Colby yelled.
Colby's footsteps grew louder as he no doubt stomped over to the
showers. Ezra could hear the rumple of his clothes as he took them off,
heard him muttering under his breath about what a great top he was. Ezra
had no idea what he was talking about. Top? Bottom? He couldn't possibly
mean... no way.
Ezra was really letting his imagination run away from him now.
He had the worst luck. What were the chances that Ezra and Colby would
be the last ones in the showers? He wanted to slam his head through the
wall. If he waited until Colby got in the shower, he could sneak out then. Or
he could wait until Colby left first then get out once he was gone.
The latter would keep him in the shower for ages, but the former was
risky.
Colby hadn't even started his shower yet. Ezra could hear no running
water. In fact, he couldn't even hear Colby's deranged mutterings. The
silence was unsettling.
He turned around to see whether he could spot Colby through the gap in
the shower curtain or something. Ezra's heart nearly gave out as he was
jump scared by what he saw.
Colby was there! Actually in the fucking shower. The splash of the water
getting his toes wet, he was that close. He was half dressed with his white
shirt and his padded red football pants on. The strangest thing was that he
—the weirdo that had came into the shower— was glaring at Ezra. The fuck
did Ezra do in this situation?
"Hey dickhead." Colby suddenly said. "Get out of my shower!"
His shower? His shower?! What the actual fuck!
Also, that wasn't even true. Colby always showered in the cubicle
directly to the right of the one Ezra was currently in. Not that Ezra was a
stalker! He just... noticed. And Colby had carved 'Colby wuz here' on the
wall of that cubicle. There was no such writing in Ezra's cubicle.
What could Ezra say in this situation?
He slowly turned around, hyper aware that Colby had seen his dick. He
let out a shaky breath. "There are plenty of other showers that you can use."
Subtly, he tilted his head to the right. Your shower is over there, he tried to
silently hint to Colby.
"Yeah. But, that's the one I always use. Ask anyone." Said Colby.
"Well, no one else is here, so what are you going to do about it?"
Ezra didn't notice that he'd turned back around. He was frustrated. What
the fuck was Colby's problem? Sometimes he could swear that Colby was
more trouble than he was worth. If Colby just wasn't around then Ezra's life
would be so much easier. Colby had no idea how much he messed with
Ezra's mind, and now he was throwing a hissy fit over a shower?
Colby took a step into the shower.
Was he going to punch Ezra? This was not the day to test Ezra's patience.
His dad, his dad's girlfriend, that stupid kiss; if Colby wanted a fight then he
better be fucking ready to get his ass handed to him.
Colby advanced towards him. "You think you're all that. Bet you even
think that you'd be the top and I'd be the bottom boy. Well, you're wrong!"
"What are you talking abo-"
Ezra was one millisecond away from punching Colby in the face, when
all of a sudden, Colby's face was right in front of him. His lips were on his.
Ezra could do nothing but let Colby kiss him. His mind gone dumb. The
only thought that echoed in his head was:
Colby remembered. He remembered they'd kissed!
Ezra had so many questions. Why did Colby act like nothing had
changed between them? Had he been thinking about it as much as Ezra
had? Why did he kiss Ezra in the first place? Did it mean anything to him?
He was going to ask him. Honestly, he was.
But then Colby pulled away for a moment. Perhaps confused as to why
Ezra wasn't doing anything. No. No, that wasn't it. He was embarrassed.
The way he looked at Ezra with flushed cheeks, his mouth open slightly and
his eyes almost pleading with Ezra to reciprocate.
Questions could wait.
It was just as good as that night, maybe even better. He wrapped his arms
around Colby and he,d him tight to his body. He didn't care that he was
naked and the water from the shower was still pouring down on their heads,
he needed Colby close to him. Needed to feel him in his arms. This wasn't a
dream.
Colby was much more aggressive than Ezra had anticipated. He boldly
plunged his tongue into Ezra's mouth. It was almost like Colby's tongue was
trying to beat the shit out of Ezra's tongue. It was a little odd, but Ezra was
way too swept up in the moment to think too much about it. It was when
Colby attempted to push Ezra against the walls that he decided to humble
him a little bit.
He grabbed Colby's wrists, pushed him against the wall and held his
hands above his head. He wanted to laugh. Even when the two of them
were kissing —which Colby had started— he still had that grumpy look on
his face, pouting like a spoilt kid.
Adorable. He saw Colby's eyes glance downwards a few times. His pouty
look gone, replaced by an expression of shock. What was he... oh. Colby
wasn't helping the situation by staring at it. He kissed Colby to stop the
staring. He didn't notice when one of Colby's hands slipped from his grip.
He definitely did notice when that hand found it's way around his cock.
The air left his lungs and his eyes were unfocused. Colby Williams was
giving him a handjob. How they had progressed so far so quickly? Who
knows, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He was ecstatic. Colby
remembered! It meant something to him! Had Colby thought about Ezra the
same way Ezra had about him?
Colby's white shirt had turned transparent against his chest. The water
caused it to stick to the contours of Colby's body. Every muscle, every line
on his body was given a silky white shine to it. Colby's nipples were stood
out under the shirt. Pressing against it like two small flower buds coming up
from under snow.
Ezra lifted Colby's shirt and played with his left nipple in his mouth
while toying with other in his hand. Call it thank you for the handjob. He
was surprised Colby enjoyed it as much as he did. His head was lolled back
against the wall and he kept moaning wantonly. If Ezra did a particularly
good job at what he was doing, Colby's grip would loosen for a few seconds
and he would struggle to regain his pace.
Ezra felt bad after while. Not physically. Physically, he was on cloud
nine. He felt bad because Colby was really struggling to keep the handjob
going. He was putting so much effort into it
Ezra would help.
He pulled down Colby's pants and removed Colby's hand from him. He
pushed their cocks together. Colby gripped Ezra's shoulders to steady
himself. He pumped their cocks together and enjoyed the delirious look on
Colby's face.
"... aster..."
"What?"
Colby looked at him with a desperation. "Faster. Do it faster." He begged.
Who was Ezra to deny him. He did exactly as Colby told him to. Colby
placed his hands on Ezra's face and pulled him back into a kiss. There was
no aggression left in his actions or kisses. Ezra didn't want to inflate his
own ego or anything, but he was very pleased that Colby was enjoying the
moment. Colby moaned into his mouth as his body trembled and he came.
Ezra was not too long after.
They stayed there. Out fo breath and leaning on each other for support.
Ezra was so happy. So, so happy.
The water was no longer running and Ezra began to feel the chill of his
exposed skin on the cold air. Couldn't he have another minute? Another
second? Would Colby stay longer if he asked him?
"Why? Why did you do that?" Ezra braved himself to ask.
The peace was disturbed, just as he had feared. Colby pushed Ezra away
and walked out of the shower.
"Hurry up, jackass!" Was Colby's only response.
He quickly dried himself and angrily got changed. All the while, Ezra
watched.
Hurry up? Hurry up and do what?
Colby stormed out the room in under a minute flat.
Ezra stood in the shower cubicle, shivering. What the fuck was that?
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There had always been a conflict between Colby and Lucky. A silent
resentment that had festered between the two. It was only natural, raised so
close together, raised like brothers. Their parents love having to always be
split equally between them. Both thinking they were more deserving of that
love than the other.
Despite all that, nothing came of their bitter rivalry. Only spiteful jabs
here and there: a physical fight that drew blood, stealing food from the
other, or pissing on the other's belongings. These fights were contained,
annoying, but contained. Both of them could tolerate living with the other
to a certain extent, to a limit.
That limit broke the day Ezra came into the mix.
Colby and Lucky tried to live in harmony for the following days after
Ezra's arrival, but it was impossible. A mutual understanding befell them
both. Unlike with Colby's parents, there simply was not enough of Ezra's
love to go around. A desperate need filled them both. They both wanted to
be Ezra's favourite and through that whatever friendship they had crumbled.
Colby sat quietly —on the outside if not within— and looked at Ezra and
the man he was having an affair with. Lucky. That four legged bastard.
They ignored Colby who sat alone as they danced in the living room. Ezra
—Colby's beloved Ezra— even kissed Lucky on the forehead. Ezra was
cheating in front of his very eyes and he didn't even care. Colby could do
nothing but glare at Lucky, try and explode him with his mind.
Colby's heart was breaking and no one cared.
He couldn't tell Ezra about how he felt either because Ezra didn't get it.
Ezra always said the same thing:
 "Why are you so jealous?"
"Stop being stupid."
"Colby, it's a cat."
Of course it was a cat! That four legged fluffy bastard of a cat. They had
never gotten along ever since his dad gave Lucky to his mom as a present
when she had turned twenty seven. Colby had only been ten at the time.
Lucky bit Colby within seconds of meeting them. Their blood feud started
on that very day. They were both Jemma's little Princes, they even shared a
birthday which sucked mega balls.
They shared everything!
But sharing Ezra? That's taking it way too far!
Ezra held Lucky in his arms, held him close to his chest as he held
Lucky's paw. That ugly calico cat, how dare he lean it's fluffy head on
Ezra's chest and have the audacity to stare back at Colby with those
emotionless green eyes. Ezra wasn't even wearing a shirt, just his casual
sweatpants. Ezra's abs were for Colby's pleasure, not Lucky's!
That home-wrecking fur-ball was dancing with Colby's slutty boyfriend
to the music playing from the tv. Ezra smiled and sing the lyrics to the cat
as he swayed his hips and held Lucky's paw like they were ballroom
dancing. It was unfair. Ezra was Colby's boyfriend! Colby should be the one
dancing with him with his head on Ezra's boobs.
The song slowed to an end and Ezra stopped his movements and held
Lucky in his arms. Lucky never broke eye contact with Colby and Colby
never broke eye contact with him.
"Colby, stop glaring at the cat." Said Ezra.
"No. He's stealing you from me."
"How could a cat steal me from you?"
"Because he's got fur and I don't."
"Colby, I like you with or without fur."
Colby pouted his bottom lip out. "But you'd like me more with fur."
Ezra just rolled his eyes as if Colby was crazy. But Colby wasn't crazy!
Ezra kept patting Lucky's head, squeezing his soft paws and stroking his fat
fluffy belly. His words didn't match his actions. Ezra clearly preferred fur
and he was flaunting that fact in front of Colby's very eyes.
"Whatever," said Colby, "have fun with your new boyfriend. Hope he's
nicer to touch than I was." Colby had to hold back tears. You win, Lucky.
You win.
 "Colby, come on." He heard Ezra call after him, but it was too late.
Colby left the living room and headed upstairs. He walked past his
parents who were eating breakfast in the kitchen to do so. His mom was
eating some toast as his dad sat opposite her reading the local newspaper.
Both were still in their pjs.
"Do you want breakfast, Colby?" His mom offered.
"I want Lucky to be dead."
"That's not what I asked."
His dad folded down his newspaper to give Colby a stern parental look.
"Why can't you get along with Lucky? He's a lovely little cat."
Colby spluttered, placing his hand on his chest in offence. If he was
wearing pearls, he would be clutching them right now. "That filthy fleabag
is seducing my boyfriend as we speak."
"Aw," his mom gushed, "Ezra and Lucky are friends?"
"Oh, they're more than friends, mom. Lucky is a home wrecker and he
pissed on my school bag again yesterday!"
"Did he damage anything?" His dad asked.
"N- yeah actually, he peed on my English essay, so I won't be able to get
it in by Monday. Sorry, dad but it's all Lucky's fault."
"Yeah, nice try, Colby." His dad pointed to the middle of the kitchen
table. Shit. "Your essay is still there and it's still blank."
"But, dad." He whined. "I'm tired and I'm sad. The cat is stealing my
boyfriend and I don't have the mental well-being to write an essay right
now."
"It's in for Monday."
Colby stropped off to his room, dragging his feet and murmuring self
pitying comments to himself. Stupid Lucky. This was all his fault. He kept
stealing his boyfriend and then pissing on all the work Colby didn't want
him to. No one understood how embarrassing it was to have to constantly
go up to his Math teacher and not say "My dog ate my homework" but
instead "my cat pissed on my homework." His class always laughed at him
and made fun of him for coming up with such a lame excuse. He'd try and
tell them that he wasn't lying, but they never believed him.
He flopped down on his bed face first, his limbs sprawled out like a snow
angel. His face was smushed against Ezra's pillow. Ezra always slept on the
left side of the bed and Colby on the right. Why? Because Colby was
always right!
 The door creaked open and shut again. "Colby?"
Colby huffed and turned his head further away from Ezra.
"Are you drooling on my pillow?"
"No!" Colby yelled, although his voice was muffled by the pillow.
The bed sank behind him. Ezra's warm body pressed up against his side.
"Colby?" Ezra said softly. "Are you actually mad at me?"
Colby turned his head away from the pillow and looked at Ezra. He didn't
like doing it. Not because he didn't like looking at Ezra's pretty face, but
because something about that face always made him feel warm inside and
whatever brain cells he had swoon. Looking at Ezra's face just made him
feel weird, but he really liked doing it which was even weirder.
He'd felt similar when he had been with Joanna, but it was way more
intense now that he was with Ezra. Maybe it was because Ezra actually
liked Colby back, so it wasn't as one sided as it used to be with Joanna. It
was crazy to him how much he could love one person.
As Ezra lay there facing him, his blonde hair grown longer recently was
falling onto the pillow and into his face, his blue eyes as clear as the sky
and his smile made Colby want to do the same.
The annoying thing was that Colby was pretty sure that Ezra knew the
power he had over him. "Are you annoyed at me then?" Ezra asked again,
his grin growing wider.
"Dunno," was Colby's very mature response.
"Can we kiss and make up?"
"Dunno."
Ezra leaned forward. He was such a dick. It was Ezra who was
apologising so why was he only brushing his lips against Colby's? Why was
Colby the one having to move in more as Ezra laughed at his eagerness?
Why was Colby the one rolling on top of Ezra and begging him for more
kisses?
Once again, Colby's life was unfair.
Ezra's hands were warm on Colby's back, he'd slipped them under
Colby's shirt and ran his fingers up and down his spine ever so lightly. Even
the way he kissed Colby was light. Lips barely touching as kisses hardly
lingered. It was unfair, Colby wanted more and he had a right to more.
He tried to press harder, hold the kiss for longer, get his tongue fucking
somewhere, but no! In agony, Colby's head fell to the side and he whined.
 "You're such a dick." He complained. "I bet you'd rather be making out
with Lucky."
"Strangely enough, I would not prefer to be kissing your cat."
"Liar."
"It's true." Ezra pressed their foreheads together. "I don't like anybody as
much as I like you. Not even Lucky compares to you."
Colby's insides felt all funny again. He wanted to smother his face in a
pillow so that Ezra's stupid face would stop affecting him. "You're such a
sap."
"For you? Definitely. For Lucky? Not so much."
"You promise?"
Ezra nodded his head, he was still smiling as if anything about this
situation was a joke.
"I'm serious." Said Colby.
"I know." Ezra leaned in and kissed him.
A proper kiss this time, not any of that light pecks bullshit. Ezra was a
really good kisser. It had been a little intimidating when they had first
started getting together before Colby even realised he liked him. He
sometimes wondered how many people Ezra had kissed, if he kissed better
people, if he thought Colby was a good kisser at all. Joanna actually said to
him once that he wasn't a good kisser, that he got pretty intense with it, but
Ezra never seemed to mind the way they kissed.
The biggest problem Colby faced with kissing was the same problem he
faced with most things he did with Ezra: he always got a boner. He couldn't
help it! Ezra was super hot and he did these things with his tongue that just
made lil'Colby stand straight to attention.
He tried to reach down and adjust his shorts to make it less noticeable.
He tried to keep his body slightly elevated over Ezra's so he couldn't feel it.
Both his knees were by Ezra's waist and he dug them into the bed to keep
his lower half from betraying him. Of course, Ezra noticed and it only made
him laugh more.
"You're so sensitive," he said quietly.
Colby felt his face grow hot. "Shut up. You would be like this too if I was
a good kisser like you are."
"I think you're a great kisser."
The sudden sincerity made lil'Colby stand even straighter. God damn it.
Ezra's hand slid past Colby's waistband and grasped his cock. He couldn't
hold his own weight any longer, his knees went weak and he rested on top
of Ezra. His head rested on Ezra's shoulder and even as the movements of
Ezra's hand made his vision go crosseyed and spotted with stars, he still
always liked to look at Ezra's face.
"Do you like that?" Ezra asked at one point.
It was a stupid question. As if Ezra couldn't tell how much he liked it
from how red his face was and the way he was humping Ezra's hand.
Nonetheless, he answered with a pitiful; "Uh huh."
He liked Ezra. Liked him so much he thought he could die. Lucky could
suck his dick if he thought he could take Ezra from him.
It didn't take much —because it never took much for Colby— for Colby
to feel the familiar tremor up his leg before he came. He never stopped
staring at Ezra's face. Which probably looked stupid, he wasn't sure what
his post-nut face looked like, but he couldn't imagine it being the most
attractive thing in the world. Still, he liked looking at Ezra.
It had become a consideration for him ever since he started dating Ezra
and looking back on his relationship with Joanna, but Colby was pretty sure
he had what Finley had medically termed it a 'love kink'. It wasn't the first
time he'd gotten a boner over Ezra just by being near him. It was terrible.
Just the other day he popped a random semi when Ezra was doing a
presentation in
Spanish class.
He needed to Google at some point whether it was possible to like
someone too much and what effect that had on a person's libido.
They relished in each other's company, neither saying much, but
exchanging the odd kiss here and there. Then, all of a sudden, there was a
movement from the corner of Colby's eye. He gazed in horror as Lucky's
beady green eyes stared at him.
How long had that pervert been watching?
Lucky sat on Colby's desk. His fuzzy butt on the sheets scattered across
it. They made intense eye contact for god knows how long.
"Colby, what are you looking at?" Ezra asked. "Oh, hey it's Lucky! He
must've snuck in behind me. God, guess that means you've been caught in
the act by every single family member now." Ezra laughed, but Colby didn't
find that very true statement funny.
Lucky didn't break eye contact with Colby for a second as he squatted
over the worksheets and pissed. Unashamedly pissed.
"Oh my god." Said Ezra. "I always thought you were kidding."
Colby screamed from top of his lungs: "YOU BASTARD!"
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