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“Well, your head does feel a little warm.” Lainie stuck out her bottom lip, pouting at her son. Clay groaned, folding in on himself.

“Do you want me to stay home with you? I could make you some tea and toast?” She asked rubbing his thigh. Clay shook his head.
“No. I'm just going to sleep.” Lainie nodded her head, smiling lightly.

“Well call me if you need anything. I'll come right home.” Getting up from the bed, she closed the door lightly and left Clay to sleep.

Justin knew Clay was full of shit. As soon as the Jenses left for work Justin made a B-line back towards the house. He wasn't going to school if his shit-head of a friend wasn't. Unlocking the door, Justin snuck back inside. The house was quiet except for the footsteps upstairs. Busted. Justin headed for the steps, dropping his backpack at the bottom quietly. His footsteps were stealthy as could be as he snuck upstairs and to the bedroom door. Turning the doorknob slowly, Justin took a deep breath. Why did he feel like he was catching a murderer or something? He flung the door open.
“Caught you, you little shit!” Clay jumped, slipping on a pair of Justin's sweat pants and falling right on his ass.

“Fuck! Why?!” Clay yelled, rolling over to his side and rubbing his backside.

“What do you mean why? Why are you skipping school?” Justin yelled walking into the room. He couldn't help but laugh lightly. Clay was still just in his boxers rolled over onto his side still rubbing his butt.

“Dude that hurt.” Clay looked over at Justin, his brows furrowed. Justin laughed.

“Well yea! You busted your ass!” Clay stood up and stomped over to Justin.

“Well why are you here!?”

“Why are you faking??!!” Justin yelled back, getting right up in Clay's face. The younger boy cheeks burned a bright red. He lowered his head and sighed. Clay turned away from Justin and headed back towards his bed.

“I just don't really want to go in today honestly. I mean what's the point?”

“Don't give me that shit.” Justin scoffed. Clay sat down on his bed.

“Maybe it's none of your business then!” Clay snapped. Justin's anger started to rise. He stomped over to the other boy. Justin stood between Clay's legs, pinning him to the bed. Clay's breath hitched in his throat.

“What the fuck, Justin?!”

“You know, you really piss me off sometimes Jensen.” Justin snarled.

“You know this is stupid right? I just didn't want to go to school today. It's something, you know, normal kids do?” Clay choked out. Justin still had a hold on Clay's wrists on either side of the other boys head.

“But not you. You are the goody two-shoes.” Which he was kind of right in a sense.

“Well I mean-” Clay turned his head.

“Can you get off of me?” Clay whispered. Justin shook his head.

“Not until you tell me what's going on.” Clay sighed. Justin wasn't going to let up. These fights they had usually lasted for a while until Clay gave in. He never won. It was always Justin either pinning him to the bed or to the floor or having him in a headlock.

“It's Bryce and Monty. For some reason they have been on my ass and wont leave me alone. I haven't even done anything to them but they keep coming after me. My ribs have been bruised for the past week.” When Clay finished, Justin had become very aware of where his body was placed on Clay. He slowly moved off of him and fell over to lay next to him.

“I am sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” How hadn't he noticed the light brown and green bruising on the younger male's torso? Clay sighed.

“Honestly, it fucking hurts. But I'm fine. I just don't know what the fuck I did for them to be on me all the time.” Justin reached out slowly touching Clay's pale skin. He jumped. Clay hadn't been paying attention. His mind was somewhere else.

“I'm sorry I just-” Justin rubbed the spot on Clay's ribs. His skin was so smooth. Clay was staring at Justin. They fought all the time. Punches thrown, pinning each other on the ground, screaming and yelling. But this, this was new. He didn't know how to feel. The touch was soft and warm. At first his ribs hurt, well more or less were sore. But Justin's touch felt nice. The slow circles Justin had been rubbing onto his skin didn't stop after a few minutes. They were both silent.

“Justin-” Clay spoke but then stopped himself. Justin met his gaze. Eyes soft and looked a little hurt.
“Clay I'm sorry. I didn't know they were doing this to you or else I would have made them stop.” And then Justin did something that made Clay gasp. Soft lips met his stomach. Trailing up to his ribs. Holy shit. Goosebumps rose, prickling his whole body. Clay didn't know what to say. Or what to think at that! He didn't know what this feeling was and what had come over Justin. After a moment, Justin lifted his head and looked up at Clay.

“You deserve better.” Clay felt his cheeks flush. Justin shifted his body, moving up. His face was inches from Clay's.

“They don't deserve to touch you.” Justin's hand was back on Clay's stomach and their lips met. It was light and wet. Clay's brain felt like it short circuited. But he moved his lips with Justin's, even opening them when Justin's tongue pried. Clay's mind started to race. Why was this happening? What was going through Justin's mind? What would happen after this? Justin pulled away first and looked into Clay's eyes.

“You need someone who will touch you like me.” Clay's face had gone completely red at that point. It was kind of cheesy but holy shit. Where did this come from? Had Justin always been gay?

“What-where-uh” Clay was stumbling over his words.

“Clay. It's only been you if you're wondering. I can see it in your face.” Justin chuckled lightly.

“You've been on my mind everyday. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I'm sorry if I freaked you out.” Clay shook his head slowly.

“I'm just-” Clay still couldn't speak.

“That was amazing.” Clay finally spoke, but it was only a whisper. Justin laughed.
“Well thank you.”

“Can we?” Clay's whole body was flushed. Justin noticed.

“Yea.” And he moved in, kissing Clay again. He pushed Clay fully down onto the bed, loving every noise that the younger was making. Clay couldn't believe the noises that were coming out of his mouth. Little groans and moans. His body felt like it was on fire. He had never felt like this with anyone before. When he had originally planned that morning to skip school, this was not what he was expecting. But he was loving every moment of it.