Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction created by my imagination. Certain parts of this story will contain sex between consenting adult male partners. This story is homosexual in nature and should only be viewed by those over the required age in your area. If you are reading this story and are not of that age then I do not want to know so please don't tell me.
Authors note: this is my first try at erotic writing so feedback is ALWAYS welcome! Please send any comments or suggestions to BLNCH@MSN.COM so sorry about the error in the previous chapter.
Ocean Blue Chapter 2
Tristan's POV
My parents hate me. I know they do. They must. They act like it. Every since they found out The Secret. They act as if I chose to be this way. Like I chose to be a complete social outcast. Like I chose to be the smudge on their perfect immaculate lives. Right. I hate it here so far anyway. I'd rather be back home. This school is even worse than my old one as far as the whole `jock' crowd goes. I can already tell this day is going to suck.
I should probably back up a bit I guess. My name's Tristan. I'm sixteen... soon to be 17 and I'm a senior in high school. I have black curly hair and blue eyes. And I'm gay. Yep that's my big secret. I'm a blatant homosexual. I don't mean I flaunt it, by no means. I just don't hide it and that was where I went wrong. You see I figured out I was gay when I was thirteen years old. I knew it wasn't something that was going to be easy, but I also knew it wasn't something I could change either. I didn't tell my parents though. I'd never heard them say anything bad about gay people but still, I was scared. Who wouldn't be? So I didn't tell anyone, well aside from my best friend Abbey. She didn't think twice about it. She said she'd love me no matter what I was. I was so ecstatic after that I figured if Abbey still loves me after finding out and we weren't even related why wouldn't my parents? So about a week after I told Abbey I decided to tell my parents. I never got the chance though because just as I was about to spill my big secret our doorbell rang. It was nothing major, just a package being delivered, but apparently the delivery guy was. My parents came back into the kitchen going on and on about flaming faggots' and how people like them shouldn't even be allowed jobs'. I was stunned, I'd never in my whole life heard my parents use words like that. If that's what they thought about a simple delivery guy imagine what they'd think of me. I felt like I was going to be sick and bolted out of our kitchen making up an excuse about having homework to do.
From then on I kept my secret to myself. I didn't want my parents to suspect anything either, so as soon as high school started I threw myself into every sport and manly thing I could find. I played football, I wrestled, and I ran track. I was the definition of the word jock and I hated every minute of it. I mean I loved playing the sports but I hated the pretending. I hated pretending that I was happy. Abbey was the only thing that kept me even close to sane. She was my rock, whenever I felt like things got to be to much or I couldn't take it anymore, she talked me through it.
Soon senior year rolled around and everything fell apart. Me and my parents were sitting in the living room watching some mindless TV show when my parents commented once again at how cute of a couple Abbey and I would make and I just lost it. I snapped at them at told them Abbey and I would never be together and to stop bugging us. They looked shocked and started going on about how I shouldn't react so badly to rejection. I stood up saying how Abbey never rejected me, I never even wanted her. My dad got this look in his eye and asked me why not. Abbey was a beautiful girl with a great personality. I responded without even thinking, I stared my own father right in the eyes and just said it. I was gay. As soon as I did though I regretted it, I'd spent the better part of my life trying to project a "straight" image and I had just shattered it within a number of seconds.
I'll never forget the look on my fathers face and the look in my mothers eyes. My father went from shocked to angry to disappointed to cold and then back again. My mother was looking at me as if she didn't even know me. I just stood there trying not to throw up. My father stared and told me in a low deadly voice to get out. All I could manage was a nod and I turned and went to my room to pack an overnight bag. I was halfway done when I felt my mothers presence. She was standing in my doorway waiting for me to notice her. She looked at me from head to toe probably wondering where she went wrong with me. I couldn't do anything but look at her and wait for her to say something. She sighed and told me I wasn't going anywhere. I opened my house to say something but she cut me off saying Dad didn't make the rules in this house, she did and that even though I chose to live a life of sin I still needed somewhere to stay until high school was over. And with that she left. I was surprised confused and overall tired so I went to sleep not knowing what fresh hell awaited me at school the next day.
I awoke the next morning just as tired as when I went to sleep. I got ready quickly and quietly hoping my parents were still asleep. When I crept by their room their door was closed, so I assumed they were. When I got to school I kept getting these weird looks from everyone like I had something on my face. I finally caught up with Abbey and asked her what was going on. She had this incredibly incredibly guilty look on her face and I began to get worried. She told me that last night my mom had called her mom to tell her I was gay and that Abbey probably shouldn't be allowed around me anymore. My eyes widened in shock and apparently that wasn't the whole story. Abbey's mom had proceeded to call the school and complain about me. Saying I should be expelled for my `actions'. Whatever those were. The principals daughter overheard this conversation and from there on word spread like wildfire. I was in a word...screwed.
I decided not to even risk lunch and take my lunch in the library. I'd never eaten alone and it felt awkward. After lunch I decided to just go home. I didn't want to hear what people were saying about me. I was surprised to find my mother and father already home. They were supposed to be at work. My father, who was sitting on the couch just looked up at me with hate in his eyes and said we're moving. I didn't ask any questions. The look in his eyes told me answers would come later. I went upstairs to rest and when I woke up an hour later my dad was in my doorway staring at me. He told me it was my fault I had to move. Word got out in the law firm he worked out and he said he was to embarrassed to even stay so we were moving and I had three days to pack. And that was how I found myself sitting in a school I already hated in a town I didn't want to be in waiting for the bell to ring to signal the beginning of first period.
"Hey are you new here?" I heard a voice come from what looked to be a jock. I just nodded my head. I wasn't sure I wanted to fall in with the jocks again. "Oh cool," he continued "I'd rather sit by you than that fag Allen or whatever his name is." He finished with a smile. I felt immediate sympathy for Allen...or whatever his name was. I moved to get out of his seat but was stopped by my teachers voice asking me to write down my name, address, and other general information. Apparently my other school didn't send her very accurate records or something. I sighed and got out some paper and a pen. I was hoping to finish so I could switch seats by the time the bell rang but I had just barley gotten my name on the paper when it did. I figured the kid would just have to find somewhere else to sit. I felt bad, but what could I do?
I finally finished writing down the stupid information and looked up brushing my hair out of my eyes and my breath caught in my throat. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He had red hair and these remarkably clear green eyes. They were like the color of emeralds and they were absolutely amazing. His eyes met mine and I was just in awe they seemed to sparkle, exactly the way an emerald would if you looked at it in the sun. We stared at each other for a few moments and I knew I should look away, no need to be labeled as a fag on my first day. I just couldn't his eyes were like hypnotizing. I was broken from his spell when someone called out
"Hey fag, how bout you just sit down already!"
He immediately turned like three shades of red and looked down at his shoes. I was shocked THAT was the so called fag that that jock didn't wanna sit with. He sure as hell looked straight to me. I mean he wasn't any body builder but he was effeminate either. But then again...neither am I. He quickly made his way to the seat next to me clearly embarrassed and I felt bad for causing it. I wanted to apologize but he kept his eyes on his desk the whole period.
When the bell rang he was the first out of the classroom as if he was in a hurry or something. I stopped by the teachers desk to drop off the info she needed and just as I walked into the hallway I saw someone knock all of his notebooks and stuff to the ground. I wanted to walk up to him and help him, but then again I didn't want to have rumors start going around and have to move again. At the same time though I just couldn't walk away from him.
I noticed a pencil had rolled away from him and I picked it up. It took him a few seconds but he finally noticed me and slowly looked up. For a moment I find myself getting hypnotized again, but quickly snap myself out of it. If it's one thing I'm good at it's appearing relaxed and confident when in reality I feel like passing out. I bent down so I was eye level with him and handed the pencil back to him,
"Here you go." I said trying to keep my voice steady.
"Um t-t-thanks." he said in reply. His voice was so amazing. I still felt kind of bad for taking his seat in class and causing his embarrassment so I spoke up,
"I was in your seat huh?"
"W-w-what?" He stuttered. Yeah, he had a stutter, I'd figured it out by now and I don't know why but it turned me on and it also made him seem vulnerable I guess and my natural instinct to protect was kicking in.
"Your seat I was in it," I repeated smiling " Sorry about that, I'm new and I don't really know the way things work ." He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. With any other person I would have gotten frustrated, annoyed, maybe even laughed at him. But all I had for this guy was patience. I just smiled to let him know it was ok. Finally he managed to get out a sentence,
" I-I-I'm sorry I-I m-made you l-late f-f-or your c-class"
I just smiled. I had the next two periods free, meaning I had no classes until after lunch.
"No no no, it's not problem mostly because I don't have any classes until after lunch."
I assumed he must of been in the same situation from the look in his eyes and his lack of hurrying. His eyes were just like that. Incredibly easy to read. He just mumbled an ok and I realized I hadn't introduced myself yet,
"My name's Tristan Daniels." I said holding out my hand for him to shake.
"I'm A-Aiden Jones." He replied with less of a stutter this time taking my hand. It was an electric current just shot through my whole body. Wow. I guess I must of held on to long because he quickly dropped my hand and looked uncomfortable. I scolded myself. What the hell was I doing. Did I want the secret to get out here too? Then I told myself you know what, I don't care. Screw my parents. If I want to be happy and make a new friend then that's my decision.
" Do you wanna hang out ....or something since we both don't have anything to do for.." I glanced at my watch " three and a half hours?" I said hoping he'd say yes.
"Um S-sure I j-just need to p-put this s-stuff in my l-locker." He said looking down at his books. I just grinned like I'd won the lottery and followed him to his locker.
" So do you wanna take my car or yours?" I asked. He chose mine and I started leading the way. On the way to my car I began to get nervous doing a mental checklist in my mind. Is the living room set up yet? Is the cable turned on yet? Is there any food in my house? I guess I got carried away with my thoughts because before I knew it we were at my car. I told Aiden that we could go to my house since no one was home he said that was fine and we got in.
The car ride was awesome. Once Aiden loosened up his stutter almost completely disappeared and behind the shy fumbling boy was this confident and secure guy with an amazing personality. I was sad to see the car ride end. I didn't want him to tense up again. When we got out he had this huge smile on his face and it made my heart skip a beat. I led him inside and told him to have a seat. I went to the kitchen in search of food. All I found was coke and some chips though, I hoped that was fine.
When I got back Aiden said it was and I couldn't stop the smile that crept on my face. I turned on the TV( yes thankfully the cable got turned on) and found some videos to watch. After a few minutes in silence I asked his opinion on a video and that launched an almost three hour conversation and what seemed like everything. I was just so comfortable around him. He didn't make me feel like I had to be somebody I didn't want to be. I reluctantly drove us back to school and we compared schedules. I thanks to some miracle had last period with Aiden! Awesome. We parted ways and I could barley sit still in my next two classes. When the bell for last period rang I tried to get there in a hurry, but the same jock from that morning stopped me.
"Hey man what class you got next?"
"Argumentation and debate." I politely responded eager to get to next period.
"Cool, me to. How bout you walk with me and some of my friends?" He said with a smile.
`As long as I get there,' I thought. On the way there his crowd actually turned out to be pretty interesting. We talked about sports, mostly football and stuff like that. I noticed everyone was listening to my opinions as if to make a good impression or something. Oh no, I didn't want to fall back into the "popular jock" role again, but these guys were pretty cool. Finally we got to last period like a few seconds before the bell. I scanned the room for Tristan and spotted him in the very back corner looking out the window looking kinda sad. I moved to go sit with him when one of the guys stopped me,
"Hey man where you going?"
"To sit with a friend." I said smiling and walked over to where Tristan was still sitting looking out the window.
"Hey Aiden, I almost didn't notice you all the way back here." I said apparently startling him because he jumped a bit.
"H-hey Tristan" He replied with that cute smile. I was about to ask if Tristan wanted to hang out after school or something but was interrupted by our teacher.
"Quiet down everyone," he demanded " Alright today we will be pairing up and exploring the pros and cons of television. You may pick your own partners." he finished and turned his attention to something on his desk.
PERFECT. I thought. I turned to ask Aiden if he would be my partner but surprisingly he beat me to it.
"Y-You wanna be my p-partner?" He said hesitantly like I was gonna say no or something. yeah right. I'm not that stupid. I quickly agreed and bent down to get some paper and a pencil from my backpack. I had just gotten the paper out when the guy I walked to class with, I had yet to catch his name, asked if I wanted to be partners.
"Nope, I'm partners with Aiden already, sorry" I said politely.
"Why the hell are you bein partners with that fag?" he asked seeming genuinely perplexed. I swear I saw red. Who the hell was he to say that about Aiden. He didn't know shit about him.
"Hey he's not a fag man, back off!" I said making it clear I wasn't to be questioned. One of the many things I learned from my old school. It had it's affect and he shrugged it off and went to find another partner. I bent down to find a pencil to go with the paper trying to calm myself down before speaking with Aiden again and was beginning to get frustrated when I couldn't find one.
"Yo man you got a pencil we can use?" I asked looking up at Aiden. He just looked at me in shock. I guess people didn't stick up for him for often. He just nodded and bent down to get one out of his backpack.
The rest of the period was amazing. Not only was Aiden gorgeous he was smart, funny, and just a really fun person to be with. I don't think I stopped smiling once the whole period. At the end of the period our teacher cleared his throat making it clear he had an announcement to make,
"Ok folks, you have to weeks to complete this project. I expect an oral and written report from both you and your partner." The teacher instructed and continued to speak over the groans of disappointment in the class " This is really the only class time you will get to work on this so I suggest you and your partner work out some sort of plan." He finished just as the bell rang.
I looked over at Aiden and smiled.
"Soooo your place or mine?"