Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 12:08:33 -0500
From: Phoebe Gee <phoebe.gee@gmail.com>
Subject: One Little Bruise Chapter 4

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Chapter title: Heigh-ho Heigh-ho, it's off to school we go.

Sam suspected that Jamie might try and evade him, so he showed up at the
kid's house early. He was in Jamie's driveway, leaning back against the
hood of his car when a guy in a tricked out little Nissan pulled up beside
him and honked. He couldn't remember the guy's name, but the man graduated
a couple of years ago and played on the varsity football team. He seemed to
remember the guy being a bit of a dick. Dick smirked at him and did the
thug chin-tilt thing. Sam just stared at him until the man broke eye
contact with him and honked again. Casey stomped out of the house, but
slowed when she saw Sam. She gave him a malicious smile and slid in the car
beside the ass hat. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure Casey
and Dick graduated the same year. He watched with one eyebrow raised as the
car peeled off down the road.

What the fuck was that about?

He heard the front door shut again, and there stood his Jamie boy. Sam
checked his watch, and as he expected it was 7:15. The boy was trying to
cut out on him. Jamie looked at him for a second, obviously weighing his
options. Sam gave him his biggest shit-eating grin, and walked over to open
the passenger door. The little shit's lips tightened in aggravation. He
crossed the yard to the car with his angry little ass all twitchy
again. This time he put his book bag on the seat between them. He buckled
in, and slumped down in the seat. When Sam slid into the driver's side, he
could barely see the top of the belligerent brat's head over the monstrous
bag. Sam just laughed and hauled the mammoth thing over into the back.

"Aw Baby, you're so fucking cute when you're in a pissy snit." Jamie merely
harrumphed, crossed his arms over his chest, and turned his sullen glare
out the passenger side window. Sam took a moment to admire the turtleneck
Jamie was wearing. Should he tell Jamie he could still see the hickey he'd
left on that pale neck? Sam bet the reaction would be priceless. It was way
too easy and fun to fuck with the kid's short temper. He smiled and decided
to give it a rest... for now.

Damn, seeing his mark on Jamie made him all kinds of horny. He not only got
off on other people knowing Jamie was his, but he felt he needed people to
know the boy was off limits. He felt like a dog with a new bone. He figured
laying his claim on Jamie with a few hickeys was a better way to mark his
territory than pissing on the kid's leg. Sam snickered to himself imagining
how Jamie would respond to that behavior.

When he reached the end of Jamie's street, he turned right and headed
towards town instead of school. Jamie let go of his sulk long enough to ask
where they were going.

"Well, since we got such an early start I thought we'd run by Mickey D's
and get a biscuit." He grinned at Jamie. "On the way, you can tell me what
the deal is with your sister." His grin faltered when Jamie's face went
white with a little green around the edges. "What's up?"

"I was doing my best not to think about it," Jamie said, moaning. "You
don't know how hard it was to make myself go to school today. She outed me
to my mom last night." There was no one behind them at the stop sign, so
Sam let the car idle. He reached over and grabbed Jamie's hand, squeezing
slightly. Jamie looked over at him and was visibly startled, but also
pleased at the gesture.

"How did that go? Did your mom freak?" Sam felt like an ass. He hadn't even
thought about the consequences of Jamie's sister spotting them
yesterday. All he'd considered was getting back in Jamie's pants, and what
dating a guy would mean to his own personal life. If he were going to do
this relationship thing, he needed to get used to taking someone else's
feelings and circumstances into consideration. That would be different, but
Sam was looking forward to it.

"Casey thought Mom was going to nut up on me, but Mom had already figured
me out. Casey made the mistake of calling me a faggot, so Mom went after
her instead." Jamie gave a little laugh like he was still surprised at how
things turned out. Sam felt sudden fury at the thought of Jamie's sister
calling his boy that name. Jamie didn't appear upset over last night's
events, so Sam held his anger back. He wanted to get to the bottom of why
Jamie didn't want to go to school today.

"If she got her ass handed to her last night, why did she seem so smug
today when she saw me? And why did you try to ditch me this morning, or
think about maybe ditching school altogether?" Jamie's face fell again, and
he swallowed nervously.

"W... well, since Casey was so mad, she called up her little bitch friends
and told them God only knows what. I'm sure she hung me out to dry, and she
might have nailed you right up there with me. I'm so sorry, Sam. That's one
of the reasons I tried to leave early this morning. I doubt anyone saw us
together yesterday, and I thought if we avoided each other, maybe you
wouldn't get caught up in the fallout. I think it's pretty much over for me
no matter what. At least we're close to the end of the school year." As he
spoke faster and faster Jamie's words started to run together. He appeared
to get even smaller as he closed in on himself, obviously expecting Sam to
lash out at him. He tried to pull his hand away, but Sam held on firmly,
careful not to hurt Jamie's smaller hand.

"Listen kid..." A car honked behind them and Sam cursed, releasing Jamie's
hand. He took the few remaining miles to the drive-thru to quietly collect
his thoughts. He didn't look directly at Jamie, but he could see the boy
huddled against the car door. He pulled up behind a carload of kids from
their school giving their order.

"Jamie, I don't give a fuck about what anybody at school has to say about
us. I want people to know that you're my boyfriend." There his boy went,
doing his large-mouth bass impersonation again. Sam took advantage of
Jamie's gaping mouth to go in for a deep kiss. The kid was pressed up
against the door with the vast expanse of the bench seat between them, so
Sam pushed his hand against the steering wheel to get closer. He
accidentally hit the horn, but thought nothing of it as he rolled his
tongue around Jamie's unable to get enough of his sweet taste. Jamie leaned
up into him and grabbed two fistfuls of Sam's shirt. Sam cupped the back of
Jamie's head, enjoying the little moans the boy fed him, until once again,
a car horn honked at them.

Sam pulled away from Jamie, expecting the drive-thru to be clear ahead of
them. Instead, he found the car's occupants turned in their seats, facing
them and trying to best Jamie's fish imitation. He laughed, but Jamie
moaned, only just now realizing that their avid audience were kids from
their school. The students may or may not have recognized Jamie, but they
sure as shit knew Sam. Sam just grinned back at them and squinted his eyes,
sure he could see a few camera phones pointed at Jamie and himself.

"Well Baby Boy, looks like we're off to a good start at beating your sister
to the punch. The rumor mill should be running full force by the time we
get to school -- with picture evidence no less. Hey, I wonder if we've
already made it onto Facebook!"

"Fuck you, Sam."

Sam just laughed as he pulled up to order.

They were both silent the rest of the way to school. Jamie picked at his
breakfast and seemed lost in thought. A few times, the boy opened his mouth
to speak, but stopped before anything came out. Sam waited until they
parked in the school lot and finished their breakfast before he spoke. They
still had some time before they needed to go inside.

"You're not still worried about what people are going to say in school, are
you?" Jamie stopped his fidgeting and looked at Sam quietly for a long
moment.

"No. Well, yes. That's not what I was just thinking about, though." He
clammed up. Sam made a 'Go on' gesture with his drink. "You say you want me
to be your boyfriend and that I'm...I'm, uh, yours and all that." He
blushed in embarrassment at his own words but seemed pleased by them
nonetheless. He leaned a little closer to Sam and doe brown eyes met icy
blue ones solemnly. "But if I am yours," Jamie whispered after a long
pause, "do you even know what to do with me?"

Sam leaned in closer, grinned rather darkly and whispered right back, "I
have a few ideas, yeah." Jamie sat back up quickly and scowled at him.

"Oh, the big guy's got some ideas, huh? Do you know what the hell you're
doing? I could probably figure out how to give you a blow job, but I have
no notion about how to do anything else. I always thought when I met
someone they'd have some experience." Jamie's anger obliterated his nerves,
ratcheting his voice from a whisper to a shriek in no time.

"Wait a damn minute, Jamie! I have experience!" Sam's face flushed in
affront, and his voice became tight.

"Not with guys, you don't. Have you ever had anal sex with a girl?" Sam
shook his head. "I bet you've never read about gay sex or looked at gay
porn either, have you?" Sam shook his head again. "What about
lube... and... and preparation! This," Jamie exclaimed, holding his index
finger up to Sam's face, "is a helluva lot smaller than that thing you have
rolled up in your pants! So, if you don't do it right, you're really going
to hurt me."

Sam's eyes crossed, focusing on the little finger in front of him. He
wrapped his hand around it and pushed it away from his face. Jamie shivered
as Sam ran his thumb up and down the digit absently. The big man appeared
to seriously consider Jamie's concerns. Jamie realized he should have known
better as he watched a wicked smile bloom across Sam's face.

"Yeah, my dick is bigger than your finger, and because of that fact, you
know my dick will hurt going in your ass, huh? So, I take it you've stuck
your finger up your ass? You're right, Baby Boy. I am sadly lacking in this
type of knowledge. Tell me, how did that work out for you?" Jamie brought
his free hand up and smacked his palm into Sam's forehead...hard.

"You're about to find out how it will feel up your ass in a minute. I
should use my fist instead, if I wanted to make an impression on you, you
big gorilla." Jamie felt a smidgen of satisfaction when Sam's eyes rounded
in surprise, then narrowed in thought. It was gratifying to turn the tables
on the bulldozing jerk for a change.

"Let me get back to you on that, Jamie boy. Not the whole fist though... I
don't think." Then of course, the fucker turned it all right back around
again. "Seriously, you've known you were gay for a while, right? Haven't
you ever looked up shit online or watched porn? You can just give me the
basics, and I'll figure it out." Sam looked eager to do just that, too.

"Sam, you've never met my mom. She's fearsome. We have one computer in the
house and Mom has some sort of spy thing on it. My sister looked up porn on
it once and only once. When Mom got a hold of her it was brutal." Jamie
shuddered at the memory. "I'm just glad Casey had the balls to try it
before me. What I do know about anal sex, I got from vague references on
movies and cable TV shows. You're going to have to look all this shit up on
your own. You say I'm yours, and I expected someone who'd know how to
handle me." Jamie looked at his watch, cursed, and tried to scramble out of
the car.

"But-" Sam protested, reaching to grasp his arm.

"No buts," Jamie said, interrupting Sam. He leaned back in, looked around,
then gave Sam a furtive peck on the lips. "Man up, big guy. Do some
homework and figure out how to give me what I need." He let his voice drop
and get huskier. "What we both need. If I'm impressed with what you find
out and if you can get us somewhere we won't be interrupted again, I'll
give that blow job a try." He grinned like a baby-faced imp, slipped out of
the car and opened the back door to get his bag. He slung it over his
shoulder with a grunt, pausing to regard the school. He looked like he was
going into battle and wasn't sure he was going to make it out alive. He
heaved a tremendous sigh. "Well, here goes nothing."

Jamie left Sam sprawled there, dumfounded, still leaning across the seat
with his arm outstretched. Fuck him running, he'd known the shy boy could
be a hellion when pissed, but when did he morph into a demanding sex
kitten? Hot damn, every time he thought he had the boy figured out, Jamie
surprised him. This just got better and better! Sam laughed and thumped his
crotch to get his erection to go down. He couldn't wait until school ended
for the day, so he could get home and hit the net. He had a blow job to
earn. He reached down and thumped again.

Ouch.

Jamie watched his feet as he walked to his locker. His first plan of
defense was total avoidance. He hated fighting. His mom made sure he could
defend himself, so physical confrontations did not scare him. He just
didn't want the drama of any ugly scenes. He'd managed to fly under the
radar of bullies for the near whole of his high school years. He'd hate to
have that come to an end. So far he'd made it through the first period. He
slid in late and bolted as soon as the bell rang at the end of class.

When he got to his locker, there was already a pair of legs occupying the
area in front of it. He tensed, then slumped with a relieved sigh when he
recognized Trey's graffitied Converse. He raised his head to face his
friend. Trey eyed Jamie for a second, then looked down at his cell phone
screen, lifted his head back up, and reached to touch the collar of Jamie's
turtleneck. Looking back down at his phone, Trey nodded, then looked up
again to smirk at Jamie.

"You, little dude, have been holding out on me. You forgot to add yesterday
that you hooked up with 'Mr. Big and Burly' Bricker."

"Oh, fuck, our pic is already on Facebook! I didn't tell you because it's a
recent development." He shouldered Trey out of the way and rifled through
his locker for the books he needed. "I hate the web."

"We just talked yesterday Bud, how recent can it be? Oh yeah, and you made
it onto Facebook via a YouTube video...not a pic." Trey's voice held
sympathy, liberally laced with humor. He thrust his phone in between Jamie
and the contents of the locker.

Jamie was treated to a miniature movie of the kiss from this morning. They
missed the beginning of it, but managed to catch the action right before
Jamie tried to climb up Sam's shirt like a horny spider monkey. Unless you
knew him well, it was hard to make out Jamie's features due to his small
stature, but Sam's massive ass was unmistakable. The clip ended with Sam's
shark-like grin at the camera, along with Jamie's horrified stare. You
could hear giggles from the girls in the car.

"Our, um, relationship began yesterday after school. That's why I didn't
tell you." He reached up and started the video again. It was like watching
a train wreck, except watching train wrecks didn't give him semi
hard-ons. Damn, Sam could kiss. "Oh God, how did it get to you, Trey?"

"Tonia and her friend that I mentioned yesterday. She's disappointed to
find out you're gay, but she and Tonia both agreed the kiss was hot. I'm
not into guys myself, but even I have to admit that's a steamy clip. You
and the jock have some major chemistry going on, eh?" Trey's voice had lost
all trace of sympathy and was now full of light teasing.

"But they both go to a different school than this one! This has already hit
two schools, and it's only second period? Oh shit, what if it gets to my
mom? She's pissed about what we did in the driveway, but if she sees this I
am going to be nothing but a memory." He pushed Trey's hand to the side so
that he could shut his locker and beat his head against it.

"What happened in the driveway, man?" Trey laughed. Jamie ignored him,
turning to walk away, only to be blocked by a big chest. He stepped back
and looked up into the sneering face of Bart Sloan. Jamie had seen him
before, hanging out with Casey's boyfriend. Bart was on the football team,
but never made it off the bench much. He was stocky and not in particularly
good condition.

"Look boys, it's the little cocksucker. He's moved from jocks to freaks. I
wonder if he gives straight guys blow jobs or just other little faggots?"

"And so it begins," Jamie muttered. He eyed the burly guy, working out in
his mind how to take Bart down if he couldn't talk himself out of the
situation. He was grateful for all the years studying karate and the many
hours spent sparring with his mom. He tried unobtrusively to loosen his
stance in case he needed to move quickly.

"Faggot is not a nice word, Bartholomew. Do you kiss your mommy with that
mouth?" Trey drawled. Everyone knew Bart hated the use of his entire first
name. Trey stepped up closer to Jamie's back, showing his support.

"You don't have to get involved, Trey. I'm not scared of this big dumb
fuck." Jamie spoke calmly, never taking his eyes off Bart. That wasn't the
best thing to say if he wanted to talk his way out of this. Maybe if he
took this guy down without taking too much damage it would give any other
bullies pause. He wished Trey would back off. Trey was taller than Bart but
built a lot thinner. He didn't know if Trey could fight or what kind of
muscle tone there was under the baggy black clothing the guy wore all the
time.

"Fuck you both." The big oaf's face twisted into a hateful snarl, the
expression making him look more like a rabid dog every second.

"It's a rude name whether someone's gay or not and I want an apology from
him, Jamie. One for you and one for me. I bet Sam wants one, too. Don't
you, Sam?" As Trey finished speaking, Jamie saw a large hand land on Bart's
shoulder.


"Yeah, Trey, I sure would." Though Sam's words were pleasant enough, his
voice had steel in it. The late bell rang, but the small crowd gathered
around them never moved. "We're not faggots. We're...what are we, Jamie?"
He stepped around from behind Bart, maintaining his grip on the other man's
shoulder. Judging by the look on Bart's face, Sam's fingers were digging in
brutally.

"Trey's straight, I'm gay, and you're perpetually horny, Sam," Jamie said
without missing a beat. Some of the crowd tittered while a few laughed
outright.

"I'm going to have to disagree, Jamie. You're my boyfriend, so I'm thinking
that means I'm gay, too." Sam stared steadily into Jamie's eyes. His
declaration forced an embarrassed and uneasy silence over the crowd that
made everybody uncomfortable. Jamie felt his heart lurch.

"Jamie, Trey, you should both be in my class by now. The rest of you need
to proceed to your classrooms." Mrs. Hampton's voice cut through the
silence and got everybody moving. Sam led Bart away while whispering in his
ear. Whatever he was saying had the other guy a bit pale. Sam winked at
Jamie as they passed each other heading in opposite directions.

Jamie walked in behind Trey, quickly taking his seat. Mrs. Hampton gave
them both a hard stare, but luckily said nothing about the scene in the
hall.

"Good morning, class." Mrs. Hampton rapped her knuckles on her desk to
bring the room's attention to the front. "Today we will be focusing on your
projects. You may come to me with any problems you have or you may work
with your partner quietly to fine tune what should be a nearly completed
project. Some of you may use this time to pull something together
frantically at the last minute as is your usual M.O."

"How do you think Bart got blow jobs out of that video, or is he just
stupid as fuck?" Trey whispered as he swung his desk around to face
Jamie's.

"He probably hasn't even seen the video yet," Jamie said, also whispering.
"He's one of my sister's boyfriend's flunkies, so I am sure he heard it
from them." He gave Trey a quick and quiet recap of yesterday's events,
without going into graphic detail about what happened in Sam's car.

"I'm glad it worked out between you and your mom, but your sister needs a
good old-fashioned ass tanning." Jamie laughed, but Trey was dead serious.
Jamie decided he should keep some major distance between Trey and his
sister...or maybe not.