this is an entry given to me for my Doll Contest, done by deepcrimsonfeenix of fictionpress. and i'm so excited and in love with it. i petted the screen when done, because i was rocked.

GARRETT, YOU ROCK ASS! YES YOU DO!

ok, i have permission to repost this, as my blog is public. enjoy! but do keep in mind that this is homosexual and somewhat explicit.

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Wilted Flowers in Bloom

by Garrett Bringer

Jason snapped his attention to the teasing that was happening in the courtyard, annoyed that his lunch had been interrupted yet again. First his table had been almost engulfed by nerds that he'd had to have his cronies chase off, and then there had been the group off giggling girls that had popped in with presents and chocolate (his favorites of course) wishing him a happy birthday, most of them batting their eyelashes as though it would make them any more charming. Jason almost gagged but either way his table was now instead engulfed by gifts and he barely had room for his lunch tray. Right now he was not a happy person, especially when whoever was being bullied was cast into the table and little boxes rolled into his half eaten spaghetti.

"What the hell!? Is it really so much to ask!? Can't I please just eat my lunch without someone fucking interrupting me!" he practically screamed, pushing his fingers into his spiky red hair with a heavy sigh. He looked up at whoever had fallen into the table and was, for once, a little intrigued.

..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = ST1 />Preston swore and thrashed around, trying to untangle himself from the long strap to his bag. He managed, though not without knocking things all over the place. He jumped to his feet and pulled his headband off from around his eyes, finding himself staring at the most popular boy in the school. He gulped and backed up. "Umm…I'm sorry," he said.

Jason sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms. "That's it? You're sorry? Do you even care that I haven't eaten and I'm starving? The bell's about to ring, I don't have time to eat," he said, picking up his tray and passing it off to someone to throw out. He wasn't eating it now that the box had touched it. He didn't even want to think what the girl that had given it to him might have done first.

Preston blushed and scratched the back of his head, Jason not missing how his obviously soft black hair shifted easily this way and that. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean…I was shoved," he said.

Jason scoffed just the same. "I don't care. If you're not smart enough to keep yourself from being pushed around then at least make sure you're not around me," he said, getting to his feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do. So get lost, and tomorrow, stay far away from me."

Preston just nodded and sighed, heading back to his friend who'd been standing quietly off to the side. She was shy and not really one to stand up for anything. In fact, Preston had been shoved around and tied up with his own book bag because he'd tried to stand up for her. He sighed as he stopped next to her and gave her an angry look.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, quickly looking around to make sure there was no one around she didn't want to hear her voice.

Preston glared at her. "Did you see who just yelled at me?" he asked angrily. She nodded. "Tammy, why can't you just stand up for yourself? If you're going to get your ass kicked then it's gunna get kicked, whether you speak up or not."

Tammy's eyes widened. "I can't, Preston, you know I can't," she practically whispered.

Preston sighed and remembered how incredibly pissed Jason had looked. "Whatever…I have to get to class," he said and he stalked off.

Jason sighed as he watched Preston, as discretely as possible, while he packed up and threw out some of the gifts on the table in front of him. He looked the boy up and down, taking in his misfit clothes and rather wayward appearance. He couldn't miss the shimmering black hair though, almost jealous since he could tell indefinitely that Preston didn't have to use anything to get it that way and Jason himself had to spend at least a half hour every morning to get his to stand and look soft. And even with all of that it was still flat.

He sighed as he watched Preston walk away, snorting when he saw someone shove him. "What a loser," he whispered. He looked down at the little package he was holding and tossed it in the trash.

~*~

As it turned out Preston's life actually got worse ever since his accident with Jason. For the last two weeks he'd been bullied by people he'd never even seen, all insisting they were there to defend Jason's human decency against the evils of the nerd kind…whatever that was supposed to mean.

Either way he'd been shoved and smacked, his things stolen and thrown out or just never returned. The worst had been when his favorite blue headband had been stolen. It was something his best friend had given him before he'd moved and he'd missed a day of school he was so pissed and upset.

What Preston hadn't noticed, however, was Jason following him around and actually telling people off for messing with him. As it was Jason had become quiet taken with the geeky boy with low self esteem and a low family budget.

He didn't know when it happened, only that it had. Of course he was gay, there was no mistaking the fact that Jason was gay, he'd been gay since he could remember, but why Preston? That was what he couldn't understand. Why of all the hot, sexy boys he could pick from had he looked at Preston and almost melted?

Of course it hadn't happened the very first time he saw him, but he figured it might as well have. Three days! In three days each time he'd looked at the oddly-dressed Preston he wanted nothing more than to walk up to him, grab him, and kiss him. Of course, with all the times Preston had been beaten up in his name he was sure it wasn't going to happen like that.

He sighed as he sat in the classroom, staring at Preston's empty desk, his hand in his pocket as he gently fingered the blue bandana in his pocket. He'd grabbed this one before it could be thrown out and he'd actually hoped to return it secretly today…But Preston wasn't there and Jason didn't blame him. After all that he'd been through the last couple of weeks…Jason was surprised the poor boy hadn't cracked sooner.

Jason had decided then that he wasn't going to let anything else happen to Preston, starting tomorrow, even if he had to follow him around and make sure for himself. He knew it probably wouldn't get him anywhere…but he wanted to try anyway. It was the least he could do, for Preston and for himself.

~*~

Preston sighed unhappily as he headed back to school, his hair loose and falling into his face a bit since he still refused to put anything else in his old headband's place. It felt too weird and his eyes stung annoyingly as he thought about it and his old friend.

"Hey loser, didn't think you'd ever come back," said one of Jason's cronies as he entered the building. The verbal greeting was followed up by a light shove and Preston grunted as he slipped on his loose shoelaces and fell into another waiting person. His book bag was quickly snatched while people laughed and he was shoved to the ground, forced to watch the contents spill across the floor. He frowned and groaned, covering his head as his book bag was tossed at him and watching yet again as his books and papers were kicked across the floor.

And then the bell rang.

Preston groaned and whimpered pathetically, getting to his hands and knees and crawling towards the messed pile of once organized homework and class work, slowly starting to pick it up. Everything was everywhere. Most things had dirty foot prints on them, and he sighed in annoyance to discover that all his pencils were gone, along with his pens and undoubtedly the sharpies.

Jason sighed as he watched Preston suffer, anger swelling in him to the point he was sure he'd burst. He waited for his 'friends' to leave before he made his way down the hall to help the beaten black-haired beauty. He grabbed a book as he neared and held it out.

Preston stared at the book suddenly in his view and looked up at the bearer, rolling his eyes and snatching it. "What, come to taunt me yourself? No fun asking your groupies do it right?" he bit out, shoving things into his bag.

Jason stared. "I didn't ask them to do it," he said matter-of-factly. He'd been expecting this but it was still a little painful having Preston be so cold.

Preston rolled his eyes. "Oh…that's right. Why would you ask people to do something when you can just tell them to do it. Of course, how silly of me," he said, huffing and pushing his hair back.

Jason sighed. "I didn't tell them to do it either," he said. He'd never felt so small as he did then. He couldn't explain it, he didn't understand it, but for some reason or another he felt small, even though Preston was the hurt one, picking his things off the floor. He sighed again and knelt down, taking a look at the mess and starting to sort through it.

Preston sighed angrily. "Don't you have something better to do? Gawd you've already had people beat me up and push me around, at least let me keep some kind of pride without you rushing to my rescue, trying to play the good Samaritan. Let me tell ya, you're not, and whatever act your trying to pull it's not gunna work. So get lost," he said, snatching all his stuff and nearly crying he was so upset.

Jason sighed and stared at him a minute, wondering at the knowledge that he was on his knees on the dirty school floor, actually willing to do something for some one that wasn't himself. He ignored Preston's scathing remarks and continued to help pick things up.

Preston glared at him and his eyes stung. He huffed and reached up, rubbing them a bit before he just went back to shoving things away, trying to ignore the fact that Jason was handing him things, neatly stacked and in order according to class. He stared at the last pile Jason held out for him and reached out, taking it rather gently despite how he felt. He put it away and sighed unhappily, slumping where he sat, a look about him that dripped defeat and pain. Jason frowned and reached out, placing his hand gently on Preston's shoulder.

Preston smacked him away and huffed, getting to his feet. "Just leave me alone." He stomped off and Jason sighed, getting to his feet and dusting himself off as he headed back to class.

~*~

Preston stayed home the next couple of days, depressed and much too tired to care about anything. He hadn't moved since he got home the couple days before, having skipped the entire day anyway in the bathroom, trying not to cry. He wondered if Jason knew how bad it felt, to have him send people after him, picking on him, calling his names and causing him problems, and then for Jason to come up to him like that and act like everything was okay…
                He snuffed and buried himself in his blanket's again, letting out a shuddering breath and burrowing a little deeper. His chest hurt. Yeah, he wanted attention from Jason, but not the kind he was getting. He wanted Jason to look at him and see him as a person, not as the stupid geek that gets his ass kicked everyday. He bet the crush of his dreams was probably sitting somewhere, laughing at how pathetic he was and what a loser he was. Preston snuffed again and whimpered.

There was a knock on his bedroom door and he sighed. "What?" he asked.

"Get up and put some clothes on. There's someone here to see you," said his mother, her voice only slightly muffled through the door.

Preston sighed. "I don't want to talk to Tammy," he said, burrowing in again.

"It's not Tammy, sweetie. Get up and see who, all right, I'm cooking dinner," she said and Preston listened as she walked away. He sighed again and grudgingly got out of bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on, not even bothering to button them. He grabbed whatever shirt was nearby, just happening to grab a fitted tank, and pulled that over his head, ruffling his hair to give it some decent lift. He looked at him self in the mirror next to the door, sighing as his puffy eyes, and shrugged, rubbing at them as he walked down the hall and over to the front door, stopping when he saw him standing in the livingroom.

Jason almost smiled when he saw Preston, finding the mismatched, haphazardly placed outfit endearing, and once again just wanting to wrap his fingers in Preston's hair and…

"What are you looking at?" asked Preston almost angrily, snapping Jason from his thoughts.

Jason's eyes widened a bit and his cheeks flushed. "N-nothing, really. Umm…how are you?" he asked.

Preston stared. "Why the hell do you care—what are you doing at my house!?" he asked, as though he just realized who he was staring at. He suddenly felt extremely underdressed and remembered that he hadn't showered since yesterday morning.

Jason gave a sheepish grin. "I uh…here. I thought you'd want this back," he said, holding out the blue bandana. He'd lost the will to wait for Preston to come back to school so spent an entire day hunting for his address.

Preston stared at his beloved bandana and reached out, taking it almost reverently into his hands. "They didn't throw it out?" he asked, his voice breathy.

Jason raised a brow at Preston's reaction. "I took it before they could. I mean it, Preston, I didn't tell them to do anything to you," he said, almost desperately trying to explain himself.

Preston stared at him.  "So it's not about the spoiled pasta? I don't know why you were eating it in the first place," he said, unfolding the bandana and rolling it up. He tied it onto his forehead and sighed.

Jason stared at Preston's  thin frame as it stretched and twisted while he put on the bandana. Preston's questioning stare brought him back to reality and he blushed a little again. "Umm…yeah well…I was really hungry," he said.

Preston raised a brow. "Uh-hun…well…thanks but, I was…you know…" he said, trying to find a nice way to say 'get out'.

"Oh yeah…okay. Are you going to come back to school tomorrow?" he asked.

Preston gave him an accusatory glare. "I don't know," he said.

Jason nodded. "Right, right…well…I'll be off. Sorry for bothering you," he said, heading for the door. Preston almost frowned but was glad Jason was leaving just the same.

And then his mother had to pop out from the kitchen.

"Oh, your friend's not staying for dinner?" she asked.

Preston blushed and bit his lip. "I'm sure he's got better things to do, mum," he said.

"Oh, but we're having chicken and biscuits. Are you sure you don't want to stay, dear?" she asked Jason.

Jason sighed at how uncomfortable Preston looked. "Nah, that's all right, ma'am, I have a date set already," he said. He was sure he saw Preston slump.

Preston's mother ticked her tongue. "Awe, all right then. Maybe next time. It was nice meeting you. Preston, show your friend out and come and have dinner," she said and she slipped back into the kitchen.

Preston sighed and almost threw open the door. "Bye," he bit out.

Jason bit his lip. "You know…I'd like to join you…sometime," he said.

Preston glared at him. "Bye." Jason frowned but left just the same, hopping in his new car and heading home to spend another night alone eating a lukewarm dinner.

Preston frowned as he watched Jason go, the knowledge that he was going off somewhere to have a nice dinner with someone else hitting him square in the chest. He snuffed as he shut the door and rubbed his face a little. "I'm going back to bed, mum."

"But, Preston, sweetie, you haven't eaten in days. Get in here and eat," she said, almost commanding.

Preston shook his head and felt his eyes well up. "I don't feel good," he said and he hurried back to his room, slamming his door shut and burrowing back into bed.

~*~

Preston tried to go to school the next day but skipped all his classes, somehow managing to escape the day without getting his ass kicked. It was the second day that really got to him and by the end of the day he was hiding in the geek's bathroom, trying to stifle sobs and stop a bloody nose at the same time. It didn't help that when he'd been punched his lip had also split so he was standing in a stall, spitting blood, sobbing, and holding tissues to his nose. His head felt like it was going to explode.

It was just his luck that Jason had extra help and the class was right outside the geek's bathroom. As the popular, rich boy passed by he heard the sobbing and little whimpers of pain, and somehow knew it was Preston. He opened the door quietly and slipped into the bathroom.

"Hey…hey are you all right?" he asked softly.

Preston jumped and hissed a bit. "I'm fine…just leave me alone," he mumbled.

Jason sighed and walked over to the end stall, leaning against the wall. "No…what'd they do this time?" he asked.

Preston huffed and pulled the tissue off of his nose carefully, sighing to find that it had finally stopped bleeding. "They almost broke my nose. But that just tickles you pick," he said, choking a bit as he continued to sob, grabbing more tissue to wipe carefully at his dripping nose, spitting again to rid his mouth of blood.

Jason sighed angrily and slid to the ground. "Preston…I don't want them to beat you up! Gawd just…why do you think I like this? Why? Have I ever given you reason to? I mean…gawd, Preston," he said, sighing heavily. After a few moments he noticed that the sobs started to get a little heavier and he frowned. "I didn't mean to yell."

Preston sobbed and curled tighter to his ball. "What did I do? What did I do that made them do this to me? Gawd, Jason, I can't do anything without someone trying to kick my ass. I went to a fucking movie last week for fucks sake, and they knocked my coke right into my face. What am I supposed to think, Jason, what?" he cried, swearing as his nose started to bleed again.

Jason sighed and got to his feet, opening the stall and stepping in, frowning heavily when he saw the state Preston was in. "Shit…" He knelt and grabbed another wad of paper.

Preston took it and replaced the bloody one, rubbing at his eyes a bit and sighing heavily. "At least make them stop," he mumbled.

Jason sighed. "I've tried. I don't think you know how many times I've actually yelled at people to leave you alone. To be honest I'd like it if you were around more often," he said.

Preston glared at him, but his head hurt and the little look made his eyes sting. "My head hurts so bad," he mumbled.

"Do you want me to take you somewhere? We can get ice and get you cleaned up, I'll…I'll buy you dinner, whatever you want," he said quickly, actually reaching out and grabbing Preston's shoulders gently.

Preston stared at him and his eyes suddenly felt extremely heavy. "I kinda …wanna go home," he said. He groaned as his head spun.

Jason watched as Preston started to go pale. "Hey. Hey, Preston, stay with me a little huh. Hey!" he nearly screamed as Preston groaned again and toppled forward unconscious. He swore and fussed with him a minute, sitting there and looking at his bloody nose a minute to make sure it had stopped bleeding. He somehow managed to gather him up and carry him to the car, but was lost after that.

~*~

Preston whimpered softly as he came slowly back into consciousness, wincing and turning his head away from something cool that was wiping over his forehead. He sighed and slowly opened his eyes, gasping a little when he saw the unfamiliar room around him.

"Hush, you're all right. It's just my house, it's fine," said Jason, his voice soft and whispered. Preston blinked and stared at him a moment.

"What'm I doin here?" he asked sleepily.

Jason shrugged and dumped the cool cloth back in the bowl of water. "You passed out and I didn't know what else to do so brought you here. Not so bad, huh?" he asked, tugging the blanket up a little higher.

Preston groaned and stared around a little bit, sighing as he tried to sit up but gasping again when Jason's hand's pressed to his chest and pushed him back down. "What…"

"Don't move. You have a little fever so you'll be dizzy if you move," he said. "If you want I can help you sit up a little bit."

Preston sighed. "Yeah," he said, his throat a little scratchy and dry. Jason almost smiled and quickly went about pulling Preston a little too eagerly into a sitting position and leaning him against his own body, grabbing the pillows carefully and setting them up to that he could lay Preston back and he'd be in a rather upright position. Preston sighed and eagerly took a glass of water Jason held out.

Jason stared at him, relieved to see him awake. "How do you feel though?" he asked.

Preston shrugged. "Tired." He stared at Jason questioningly and finished the glass of water. "Why are you doing this? Because you feel bad or something?"

Jason sighed. "Preston I…" He stared at the boy lying in his bed and without warning he leaned in and captured Preston's lips in a soft kiss, being careful of the cut Preston still had. He was expecting anything but what he got, which was Preston practically melting into him, hands coming up to push through his hair, and a deeper kiss. Jason hummed softly and relaxed a little more himself, bringing his arms up and joyfully wrapping them around him, running his hands slowly up his back, feeling him in a way he'd longed to for almost a month.

After allowing himself to indulge for a moment, Jason slowly pulled away and stared down into the beautiful chocolate eyes of the boy beneath him, feeling at ease for a moment before he tensed again and wondered. "How long?" he asked.

Preston sighed. "Long," he whispered.

Jason licked him lips gently, feeling parched and needy. "I'm not joking. I'm completely serious, I swear," he said, pulling Preston closer.

Preston grinned a little and bit his lip, hissing a bit as he bit the cut.  "I know. I'm sorry I've been such an ass but…I didn't know you went this way," he said. He turned his eyes to Jason's and sighed. "I never thought you'd even consider me."

Jason grinned and blushed a little. "You're so different…it took me by surprise. I'm so sorry…I never wanted any of that to happen to you, I swear I didn't," he said.

Preston sighed. "I believe you." He went quiet then, almost as though he were trying to detach himself from the situation even though he was gripping tight to Jason's shirt. The boy stared at Preston and watched as he slowly started to cry.

"Hey, hey…what's up, aren't you happy?" Jason asked softly.

Preston snuffed and shook his head. He was happy, he was just in pain. Yeah, Jason being there like that was nice but all he could think about was what it really was supposed to mean and what would happen after this. Was Jason just looking for someone to mess with? Did he really mean it as much as he said? All these questions flowed heavily through his mind and he couldn't help but cry, the stress on his body starting to take its toll. Jason just held him close and cooed, being so understanding it almost made it worse.

Preston woke the next morning, Saturday, thank god, and gasped lightly when he saw where he was, quickly checking to make sure he was still wearing clothes before he relaxed a bit and let himself go back to resting against Jason's side.

Jason smiled when he felt movement and wrapped his arms around Preston, hugging him tightly and nuzzling into that soft black crop that he envied. He sighed and cooed and placed a gentle kiss there, reaching up and caressing him softly. "Morning," he mumbled sleepily.

Preston sighed. "Morning," he said.

"You feel any better? Still need to cry? I really mean it, like I said last night, I'm yours, do with me what you will, but I am, and I'm not going anywhere," he said, holding Preston closer.

Preston sighed and smiled a bit, snuggling in and remembering how calm he'd felt last night, especially when he recalled the entire spiel Jason had gone off on when Preston had started talking about how used he'd been. Jason had almost promised him the world the night before and Preston couldn't help wondering how lonely Jason much have been himself.

They both sighed as they laid there, listening to the clock tick in the distance, the sound of each other drowning that out most of the time. They watched light filter through the blinds and cast gentle strips across the bed, Jason giddy at seeing the extra curves and bumps that Preston created.

He kissed his head again after another half hour or so and pulled away a bit, looking down into Preston's face with a soft smile. "You wanna go out to breakfast? On me, whatever you want. Your wish is my command," he said.

Preston smiled and laughed softly. "I don't mind. Whatever you want to do," he said.

Jason chuckled. "Well if it were really up to me then we'd be spending the whole day in bed and neither of us would be wearing clothes," he teased softly, leaning in and kissing gently at Preston's neck.

Preston sighed and blushed. "Well, I don't want to do that yet," he said, almost nervous.

Jason just smiled. "It's all right. I'm in no hurry. I want to ease into this like I've never eased in before," he said, continuing to kiss at Preston's neck and taking a chance, pressing an opened mouth kiss and sucking softly. Preston whimpered and hugged him a little closer, tilting his head back a bit to give Jason more room. Jason cooed and help himself, leaving his mark and trying to control his bodily urges as Preston whimpered and squirmed against him, hot hands caressing his back.

And then they were interrupted by an insane jingle that made Preston flush and Jason's brow furrow.

"Wassat?" asked Jason, looking around.

Preston grinned. "My cell phone. Where's my bag?" he asked.

Jason hummed and slowly sat up, telling Preston to stay put while he climbed out of bed and grabbed the bag, digging through it and pulling out the now silent piece. He tossed it to Preston who winced.

"Shit, my mom's probably worried sick. I can't believe I stayed and didn't go home," he said, opening his phone and calling his mother back.

"I have no objections," said Jason, plopping back onto the bed. Preston rolled his eyes.

"Hi mum," he said sheepishly.

"Oh my gawd, Preston, where are you! You have no idea how worried about you I've been! Where are you?!" she screamed.

"Ma, it's fine, I'm at a friend's house. I…I wasn't feeling well yesterday when I came over and I guess I passed out or something," he said.

"But Preston…oh gawd I was terrified. I even called Tammy not that she was any help," she said.

"I really am sorry. I swear, if I hadn't been so out of it, I'd have been home," he said.

She sighed. "Just please come home. Now," she said.

Preston sighed. "All right. I'll be there soon. Love you ma," he said, though dejectedly.   

"Thank you. I'll see you sweetie, I love you too," she said. Preston sighed and hung up, tossing his phone back in his bag.

"I have to go home," he said, looking at Jason apologetically.

Jason frowned. "Awe, are you serious!? Man, what about my time?" he asked, jumping on Preston again and pushing him back to the bed.

Preston giggled softly and hugged Jason again. "Hey…what are we going to do about this in school and stuff? I mean…are people just going to keep beating me up?"

Jason gasped. "If they try they will die! I'll never let anything happen to you, I promise," he said, kissing Preston gently on the lips.

Preston crooned. "Right, that'll go over well, I'm sure," he said.

Jason sighed. "My word is law," he joked. Preston chuckled and they kissed once more before they got up, Preston straightened out his clothes, and Jason gave him a ride home, kissing him softly before they parted.

~*~

Jason spent longer than usual getting ready to go Monday morning, making sure his clothes were perfectly pressed, trying again in vain to make his hair look the way he wanted it to. It fell anyway but it did look softer than normal. He sighed, fixed his tie, and grabbed a little bundle of flowers and a lunch for them to share, then made his way to the school. He was immediately bombarded by his "posse" and was not at all pleased.

"Hey, Jason. Man I tried to get a hold of you all weekend to tell you but you were like…completely unreachable," said one of his friends.

Jason hummed. "Well I'm here now, so what's the news?" he asked, sounding bored as he looked around for Preston.

His friends chuckled and he didn't like the way it sounded. "That kid that pissed you off the other day…we totally busted him up," laughed one.

"Totally. We might have even broken his nose man, he was bleeding and—ouch!" he shouted as Jason's hand came across his face. They looked up at him in shock.

Jason glared and raised his hand again. "What in the hell is wrong with you!? Why would you do that, why!?" he screamed, one in anger at discovering the culprits, and two at discovering it was his own friends that had done so.

They stared at him. "Well…because he's a loser and…I mean…you hate him don't you?" asked the one that remained un-slapped.

"No, I don't fucking hate him! When have I ever hated anyone? Yeah, I was pissed that day, but that's no reason to torment him for almost a month. Gawd, you people are so…fucked up!" he said angrily. He swore when the bell rang and sighed, holding back while everyone else made their way up to the school. His eyes scanned the groups of moving people and what he saw made him want to kill.

The same boys that Preston had witnessed Jason yell at only moments ago grabbed him as he headed for his new boyfriend and tossed him behind some trees off to the side, holding him against the fence.

"Nice going you fuckin' loser. Think you're so great that Jason'll stand up for you. I aught'a kick your ass!" shouted the one that had gotten smacked. He raised his fist and Preston shrunk away, bringing his arms up to cover his face. But the punch never landed and instead he felt whoever it was being pulled away from him. He opened his eyes to see Jason shoving the two away.

"Get away from him! What the hell, what did he do to you!?" he screamed, shoving both of his old friends away. He didn't even want to be around them anymore.

"Jason, what the hell is your deal? Since when did you start to care so much?" asked his friend.

Jason glared. "Since he became my boyfriend, that's when," he said.

Both boys blushed a bit, forgetting that Jason was gay and suddenly being forced to remember. "Oh…that would do it," said the quieter of the two.

Jason glared. "Yeah, so if you don't mind, I'd like it if you'd stop beating on him and leave him alone," he said.

They nodded and held up their hands. "No prob man…we didn't think…I mean we remembered of course but uh…him?" said the smart mouth.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah, him. Got a problem with that?" he asked threateningly. They both shook their heads. "Then next time, if anyone tries to mess with him, why don't you make sure to stop it."

"No problem. We're good. Umm…bye," he said and two of them took off.

Jason sighed and turned back to a sheepish looking Preston. He smiled gently. "You all right?" he asked, walking over and touching the side of his face gently.

Preston shrugged. "Yeah, since you came to my rescue. I'm all right, just a little shook up. My face is still pretty swollen," he said, motioning to the slightly black and blue eyes.

Jason ticked his tongue and leaned in, kissing carefully at a bruised eye. "You still look gorgeous," he said.

Preston blushed and smiled a little, hugging Jason softly and sighing as he rested his head on his shoulder. "We're really late," he said.

Jason shrugged. "I don't think they really care. C'mon, we'll just slide into first, they'll never know, I do it all the time," he said, stealing a kiss as he pulled Preston gently towards the back of the school.

Preston sighed as he followed him, surprised that the sneaking worked, and they parted with a soft kiss and a hug. It was a hard day spent away, but he was glad at least to find that he wasn't approached, shoved, or beaten. And when lunch came around he was also surprised to find Jason had bought them lunch and also produced a bouquet of wilted flowers that he looked upset over.

"I forgot they were in my car. The lunch should be fine though, it's just pizza," he said.

Preston giggled and smiled just the same. "It's still sweet. I can't believe you brought us lunch," he said, staring at his little box.

Jason blushed and shrugged. "I want to do nice things for you. I feel so bad for everything that's happened and for not noticing you sooner. C'mon, we can sit back here," he said, leading Preston back towards the shaded area of the courtyard, usually where the popular people sat. Preston was nervous what with all the stares, but Jason just tugged him over and sat him down, talking to him as they ate.

"Hey, you wanna go out and see a movie tonight?" Jason asked as they headed back to class.

Preston blushed a little. "Umm…I don't like going to theaters…not since I got jumped the other day," he said.

Jason frowned. "I promise nothing will happen. And then we can go to my place afterwards and hang out if you want," he said, almost pleading.

Preston sighed. "Okay…I guess," he said, not really looking forward to it.

Jason frowned again and ran his fingers gently through Preston's hair, leaning in and kissing his neck softly. "I promise afterwards I'll make it worth your while," he whispered.

Preston blushed. "I dunno…I'll see you later," he said and he parted to head to his own class. Jason sighed and stared after him, worried that he'd said something wrong.

~*~

Preston huffed as Jason made his way down his half-bare form, pressing soft kisses on the way, his hands smoothing over his heated flesh in soft caresses. He whimpered as Jason's tongue teased around his bellybutton and gasped as he felt fingers working at the buttons on his pants.

"W-wait…don't, not yet, please," he whimpered.

Jason cooed comfortingly and ran his hands softly over Preston's abdomen.  "Let me taste you. I promised a happy ending to any movie, didn't I?" he said, almost teasing.

Preston whimpered. "Yeah but…Jason I can't do this yet," he said.

Jason looked up at him a little disappointed. "You don't have to give back yet if you don't want to. I mean, I don't mind, I worship your body," he said.

Preston shook his head and scooted away a bit. "No, I can't, I'm not ready to do this yet, I barely know you," he said, his voice apologetic.

Jason sighed. "All right. We don't have to," he said, sounding extremely disappointed. He kissed Preston gently on the head and moved up, snuggling next to him and resting back against the pillows. He noticed how uncomfortable the boy was and sighed. "I'm sorry."

Preston shook his head. "It's okay…" he said, his voice trailing.

Preston sighed and shook his head, sitting up and grabbing his shirt, pulling it on as he stood. "I'm sorry. I'm just gunna go home," he said dejectedly, grabbing his shoes.

Jason sat up and jumped out of bed, hurrying to fix his clothes. "Well wait, I'll take you home, it's late," he said.

Preston shook his head. "I'll just walk," he said, stopping at the door.

Jason grabbed his hand and turned him around, giving him a sad look. "I'm sorry I upset you. Please let me take you home?" he almost begged.

Preston sighed. "All right. Okay," he said. Jason smiled a little bit and they headed out. Jason stopped in front of Preston's house and sighed.

"I'm sorry. Whenever you want to talk about it…I'll listen okay?" he said.

Preston sighed. "I don't know when that'll be. Night," he said. He went to climb out but Jason stopped him.

Jason sighed and leaned in, kissing Preston softly on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow? You can come up to me if I don't see you, no one's gunna say anything. I'd like to see you in the mornings," he said.

Preston sighed and smiled a little. "Okay…night, Jason," he said and he kissed him for real, getting slowly from the car and heading up to his house to lock himself in his room for a night of inevitable tears.

~*~

The next week was torture, Jason could see that Preston was hurt and upset and the repercussion and the mood made him want to cry. They hadn't done anything together since that night and Preston was very edgy and distant. Jason was terrified. Of all the times he'd dated he'd never wanted one to last as much as this and he was never as scared that it might end.

He approached the overly quiet boy Friday afternoon and grabbed him up in a hug, feeling Preston tense against him. He sighed and pressed his face into Preston's shoulder, kissing softly and taking a few deep breathes, relaxing a bit at just smelling him. "You wanna spend the weekend with me? I'd love it if you did," he mumbled softly.

Preston sighed. "I don't know—,"

"Do you hate me?" Jason asked. He'd nearly cried himself to sleep the night before with the thought.

"No, I don't hate you, Jason, I couldn't," said Preston. Jason sighed in relief.

"I just want to spend time with you. And I want to be able to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you right there. I really liked that," he said.

Preston sighed. "All right. I'll stay…but…I don't want to try anything," he said.

"No, we don't have to, I don't want to unless you want to. I just wanna spend time with you," said Jason, kissing him softly. "So what time do you want me to pick you up?" he asked.

Preston shrugged. "I don't care, just call," he said.

Jason sighed and hugged him softly. "All right. I'll see you later." He kissed him again and they went their separate ways, Jason to pick things up for the night and Preston to get home and do the same.

The night was packed with dinner, a movie, some video games, and finally sleep. It was decidedly more comfortable for the two since Preston had pj's and Jason could snuggle with him without fear of being speared by a safety pin.

He sighed as he cuddled next to Preston, taking in a deep breath and letting Preston's scent fill him happily. He kissed his cheek again and smiled. "I like this," he said.

Preston was still uncomfortable and looked to be anything but happy. "Yeah. Night," he said and he rolled over and burrowed into bed. Jason frowned but didn't say anything, instead resting against Preston's back with a light sigh and drifting off to sleep.

Preston woke the next morning to a rather nerve-racking feeling against his backside. He flushed and bit his lip, hoping that Jason would wake up and just ignore it, but when he felt the boy stir and press against him a little he knew somewhere that it was wishful thinking.

Jason groaned into consciousness and yawned, feeling the stiffness immediately and blushing. He chuckled. "Sorry. That happens when I sleep with someone, I can't help it," he said.

"Funny," Preston mumbled.

Jason frowned. "Are you all right? Do you have one too, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said. Apparently that did it for Preston. He seized up, covered his face, and started to cry. He didn't think he could be any more embarrassed but Jason had to go and be all sweet and understanding, and try to make him feel better. He felt warm hands on his back and shuddered. "Preston, it's all right, I was only joking, I don't want anything."

Preston snuffed and moved, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. "Jason…it's not that I don't want to do anything," he whispered, tears dripping down his face. "It's…I…can't."

Jason stared at him, having moved to sitting as well, wanting to reach out and caress him but not sure if he should. "I don't understand…what's wrong?"

Preston snuffed and shuddered. "Jason…I…I can't…Can't…" he whimpered.

"That's fine. I can understand if you want to wait, we don't have to have sex," he said. He couldn't figure out why Preston was freaking out like he was.

Preston sobbed and wiped at his face. "It's not…that I don't want to…I just can't have sex," he managed.

"Preston whatever. Is it religious or something? Will you be disowned?" he asked, scooting closer and rubbing his back gently.

Preston shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. You'd hate me if you found out," he said, trying to stop crying.

Jason looked aghast. "I'd never hate you, Preston, I swear, I couldn't!" he said, sounding desperate. "Just tell me. This is…I feel like I'm losing you and we've barely started dating," he said.

Preston whimpered and covered his face. "Jason…gawd, I can't have sexbecauseIcan'tgethard!" he blurted out as fast as he could, holding his breath, waiting for Jason to be pissed, or hate him, or something. But in fact the exact opposite happened and Jason grabbed him up, sighing almost in relief.

"I thought you didn't want to be with me or something. That…Preston that's fine. I just want to be like this," he said, hugging him tightly.

Preston snuffed. "You mean you don't hate me?" he asked, his voice low.

"No. I couldn't. So what if we can't have sex, I can still hold you and if you're really that upset about intimacy then we can at least make out whenever we feel like, right?" he said, getting a little playful towards the end.

Preston smiled. "Yeah. Thank you, Jason. For not laughing at me," he said, snuggling into him with a sigh.

Jason smiled and held him closer. "I could never. And besides, impotency isn't a laughing matter. You poor thing, you're missing so much," he said with a soft kiss to his forehead.

Preston sighed. "I know, believe me. My first boyfriend hated me when he found out. Said it wasn't worth it if he couldn't get any," he said.

Jason scoffed. "Then he sucks pussy. Oh well, I get you now, and I'll treat you like the beautiful human being that you are," he said. "Now let's nap, you're probably exhausted from all that stress and stuff."

Preston smiled and wiped softly at his eyes. "A little." Jason just cooed and kissed him softly, pulling him back into bed and holding him close as they slept. He felt much better now.

~*~

Thing's got much better after that. So much better that Preston was almost always sleeping with Jason (since Jason's parents were never home and had no idea) and they were going strong for what had been two months. People had completely stopped picking on Preston, save for the occasional sneer, and Jason couldn't remember ever being so happy.

They were doing almost everything together, both equally as clingy as the other, Preston lovey-dovey and Jason sweeter than honey. Lunch became a private affair for them, mainly because they'd make out and everyone would leave to spare themselves the agony of even listening to it. They got into it, and Jason's hands got a little friendly, but Preston knew he wasn't expecting anything and Jason never was.

After their third month anniversary Preston did step up a little. He felt bad every time Jason woke up with morning wood and decided that one morning he wasn't going to ignore it. The sounds and whimpers had driven him crazy but there was still no reaction in his groin and sometimes it made him cry. He did it often anyway.

When four months finally rolled around, Preston was the agitated one. Jason was always so kind and understanding about his problem, but Preston was having fits. He was tired of just giving hand jobs. He knew it wasn't enough, and even though Jason moaned happily into orgasm each time and swore he was content with the five finger work out, Preston felt completely inadequate.

"Whoa, Preston, stop. Don't worry about it, really," Jason mumbled, grabbing Preston's shoulders and pulling him back up. Until then Preston had been lavishing his cock with the most wonderful attention, but Jason knew it upset him and didn't want to push it.

Preston groaned. "Just let me do it. I know you want it, so just take it," he said, trying to get back down.

"No. Preston, I don't want fellatio or hand jobs, or anything, I just want you to lay here with me and let me hug you," said Jason, holding onto him tightly and keeping him still.

Preston sighed. "Just let me do it once and then…whatever," he said.

Jason sighed. "Just once and you'll drop it?" Preston nodded. "F-fine but…fine," he said and he flopped back onto the bed. He was a little pissed and wasn't sure if he'd be able to get it up now, but when Preston's mouth closed around him he was proved very, very wrong.

He gasped and shuddered at the amazing pleasure Preston was giving him, reaching down and lacing his fingers through his lover's hair. "Oh gawd, Preston," he whimpered. This was way better than the hand jobs. Preston just crooned and started to pump.

It was strange. Preston had heard Jason moan a lot, every time they'd fooled around, but it wasn't until now…the he felt it. For the first time in years he felt a tingle and when he moved the sensation he got was enough to make him gasp. He sucked harder and Jason's cry of delight cause his groin to twitch. He moaned a bit, pumped a little more, heard more moans and pulled away, his eyes almost excited.

"Jason, do something to me!" he said quickly, reaching up and tearing his shirt off.

Jason huffed and looked up at him confused. "What?"

Preston panted and pushed his pants down. "Anything, do anything," he said and for the first time ever he was looking at himself barely half mast, but still hard. When Jason noticed it didn't take long for him to have Preston pinned down and whimpering.

Jason sucked a bit, humming it the mild delight it gave him, though he couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to have Preston, completely hard and dripping, halfway down his throat. "Anything else?" he asked briefly, bringing down a hand to cup and massage Preston's balls as he continued.

But Preston was too busy biting his lip and rubbing his eyes to keep the sting away. He couldn't feel anything anymore. "Stop," he mumbled. "Just stop." He waited for Jason to pull away and quickly rolled over, burying himself in blankets and pillows and pulling his knees up, sobbing heavily.

Jason sighed and scooted up next to him, rubbing his back gently as he shuddered and cried. "It's all right, Preston. Really. It doesn't matter," he said lovingly, leaning in and kissing his shoulder softly.

Preston just sobbed and snuffed. "I'm so sorry. I thought it was good, I thought…and then…Gawd, I hate this," he sobbed, grabbing the pillow and clutching onto it tightly.

Jason crooned and snuggled into him. "It'll be okay. We have something to work with now, I mean…if we could figure out how to do that again," he said.

Preston snuffed. "You probably think I'm pathetic," he mumbled.

"No, I don't, don't say that. I love you…I don't care. Calm down," he said softly. But Preston couldn't bring himself to let it go.

The next couple of days were rather dramatic. Preston was depressed and Jason tried everything to cheer him up, though most of the time he might as well have been speaking to a brick wall. Preston stayed home after school instead of following Jason home to snuggle and talk and needless to say the boy felt abandoned.

It wasn't until the following weekend that Preston made his way back over for a few nights, entering the house to find it set to be romantic and sweet. Jason had made them dinner and had it all set up, complete with a movie and a video game that they could play, and when they got upstairs Preston almost grinned at the new toy Jason had picked up.

"I figured we might as well try it. I was thinking and…maybe the more you do to me the more turned on you get…it's worth a shot," he said sheepishly.

Preston stared at the neon green vibrating dildo and chuckled. "I can't believe you went out and got one of these…wow," he said, giggling a bit when he flipped it to one of the settings.

Jason blushed. "Well…yeah…you wanna?" he asked, starting to take off his shirt. Preston shrugged and soon Jason was moaning on the bed as he was sucked and the head of the dildo vibrated and pushed against his opening.

"Oh my gawd, Preston, it feels so good!" he moaned. It was incredible. Preston was a natural at it and everything he did just made Jason dizzy with pleasure. He gasped as Preston took him completely into his mouth and moaned heavily as the toy finally slipped into him.

Preston moaned himself as he finally started to feel his body respond, pushing the toy slowly forward and listening as Jason moaned and practically screamed in pleasure. His groin twitched as he began to pump and Jason moaned along with the thrusting. Preston moaned and imagined it him, imagined it his cock that was slowly pushing into Jason's tight, welcoming body and making him scream and moan like he was. He gasped as his cock twitched and he quickly pulled off.

"Jason…gawd…" he panted.

Jason huffed and looked down, smiling at the fruit of their efforts. "Don't stop anything, turn around, keep working at me while I work with you," he said. Preston did so quickly as he felt himself start to soften and took Jason back into his mouth, sucking hard and flipping the switch up a notch.

"Oh my fucking gawd, right there!" Jason screamed beneath him, thrusting his hips up and impaling himself on the vibrating toy. He hissed and moaned and Preston huffed as he felt his cock jump. He felt something moist on the tip and he moaned again, listening delightedly as Jason whimpered and hummed in delight. He pushed the dildo in further and moaned as Jason did, nearly giving his own scream of pleasure as Jason sucked him right in.

It felt so good. It felt better than the last time and Preston could barely contain himself. He started to fuck Jason hard with the toy, lapping leisurely at his cock as the boy screamed and moaned and sucked at him hungrily. Preston moaned himself at feeling how hard he was and thrust deep into Jason's throat, hearing the moan and shivering with pleasure at knowing Jason liked it.

Jason pulled away and huffed, moaning heavily with the pleasure. He reached to the bedside table with a shaking hand where he found the lube and the egg vibrator he'd picked up to go with the other. He lathered it, moaning heavily as he was fucked continuously by the toy, and carefully slid it into Preston's ass, switching it on as Preston moaned and knowing he got it in the right spot by the scream of pleasure.

"Oh gawd, Jason, uhn!" Preston moaned, fucking him harder with the dildo and reveling in the scream. His ass hurt from being penetrated so suddenly, but at the same time it felt so damned good. He moaned again as Jason cried out in pleasure and he licked at his cock.

"Fuck my mouth, Preston. I'll let you know if something's wrong," he said, tapping his back as a signal. Preston nodded and dove back in to sucking, moaning heavily as Jason moaned and the vibrator in his ass was readjusted. He felt lips close around his cock and didn't wait, trusting down into that heat delightedly. Jason just moaned and took it is with practiced care, glad that Preston wasn't thrusting too fast as he swallowed him repeatedly. He could feel how close Preston was and his theory was proved correct as Preston started practically screaming and all his attention went to fucking Jason's face. Jason didn't mind since this was technically Preston's first orgasm and it was probably going to be hard.

Preston moaned wildly as he slammed his cock down Jason's throat, feeling the muscles work around him and suck. He worked weakly with the dildo, his cock twitching every time Jason moaned, and he nearly screamed in pleasure as he came, his body shuddering happily as he slipped into his first ever orgasm. He felt Jason fiddle around and the feel of the egg sliding through his ass took the pleasure a little higher before he finally started to come down from his high, his thrusts lazy. It took him a few moments to realize that Jason had come as well and he slowly pulled the dildo out as well as lift himself from Jason's mouth. He rolled to the side as he body continued to shudder, and gasped as the egg popped from him and listened as it was turned off.

Jason hissed as he moved, scooting around until he was facing Preston, and he kissed him gently, pushing his hair back and staring at the elated look on his face. "Well?" he asked softly, his voice raspy due to the intrusion of his throat.

Preston huffed and opened his eyes, staring up at Jason lovingly. "Well…it wasn't exactly how I imagined my first time…But it was still amazing…Gawd, Jason, you have no idea. It was incredible," he huffed, sounding airy and distant as he spoke.

Jason smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly. "Well then maybe next time can be your picture perfect first time…maybe next time I'll get to be inside of you instead of this vibrator…lucky bastard," he said, staring at the little egg.

Preston chuckled. "Sounds nice…mmm I'm exhausted," he said.

Jason smiled. "Welcome to the world of amazing sex. Let's go take a shower and get cleaned up," he said, kissing Preston again softly before he got to his feet and they headed for the bathroom. Their shower was quick and relaxing, Preston a whole lot less self conscious, though on top of also having his first orgasm he was also greeted with sore muscles and slightly tender skin. Jason simply cooed and told him he'd massage it away later.

They both sighed happily as they flopped back into bed, the sheets fresh and clean, the air conditioning on to make them both shiver wonderfully. Preston curled into Jason, Jason kissed him lovingly, and they slipped into a gentle slumber, two of the most fulfilled people on earth.

~*~

"C'mon, the guys are throwing us an anniversary party, do you really want to miss it?" Jason asked Preston who was still in the shower.

"No, I'm hurrying! If you wouldn't have taken so damned long doing your hair!" he said, turning off the water and stepping out. Jason handed him a towel and went back to fixing his doo as Preston dried and dressed.

"It has to be perfect," he said.

"Why, as soon as we get home and you get fucked it's gunna be ruined again anyway," teased Preston, kissing his shoulder lovingly as he grabbed his toothbrush and went about getting ready.

Jason gave a mock gasp and looked over at Preston with false indignation. "You sure do sound sure of yourself. Have something up your sleeve, do you?" he teased.

Preston chuckled and rinsed his mouth. "Always my love. Now hurry up, you're not even dressed yet," he said, walking out of the bathroom and slapping Jason's bare ass as he went.

They'd been together now going on two years, tonight being the mark of their two year anniversary in fact, and since that wonderful night where Jason had somehow managed to cure Preston of his impotency they'd discovered all of Preston's little secrets and their sex life was almost as active as their regular love-life.

Jason had been right about Preston being turned on by him, only it wasn't doing things to him that did it, it was hearing him moan. So after a few experiments to make sure he'd gotten it right Jason surprised Preston with a recorded CD of himself moaning as he got off to imaginary thoughts of Preston. The recording had worked like a charm and they even went as far as to record themselves together. Preston never had a down night.

As they headed out for their little celebration Jason reached into his pocket and fiddled with something, smiling and leaning in to Preston to kiss him sweetly.

Preston smiled. "What was that for?" he asked as they climbed in the car.

Jason sighed and thought about the gorgeous engagement ring. "Just glad to know that we've lasted this long," he said.

Preston furrowed his brow. "What's that supposed to mean? You getting bored?" he asked.

Jason chuckled and shook his head. "No, no. I have much more planned for us, baby…much more," he said, and they headed off, Jason reeling at the fact that tonight could change it all.

His hopes and wishes were granted three hours later when Preston ripped the box from his hands and threatened to fuck him right there in the bar.

Fin