†Spiders and Sinners† [boyxboy]

†Spiders and Sinners† [boyxboy] Ch. 4

I walked into the hallway and headed for the school exit. There was no way I could stay in school right now. Officer McCurry had probably talked to everyone else by now and I had to see what was going on at home. My dad would be pissed.

I cringed thinking about it.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I started to open the exit door.

"Fucking asshole, let go of me!" An annoying voice yelled. It was followed by a chorus of laughter.

I sighed, recognizing the voice.

"Shit, I mean it! No! Give that back!" Spider shouted.

Why was I still standing here? I had meant to keep walking as if didn't hear anything, but something was telling me to go get him.

"No." I told myself outloud. "There's no way I'm playing hero to that kid."

Still, I couldn't bring myself to leave him.

I rolled my eyes and walked (as slowly as possible) toward the noise. It was coming from the boy's bathroom. I walked in and leaned against the wall, watching them.

A tall, hipster looking guy held a struggling Spider by the ankle, while another boy with blonde curls rummaged through a small backpack. I assumed it was Spider's because he clawed at it eagerly and hollered profanities at the boy holding him back.

I smirked. No one had noticed I was there.

As if reading my mind, the hipster boy looked my way and froze. Followed by the blonde who dropped the backpack. Finally, Spider looked my way and blushed.

I looked at the hipster kid then down at Spider's ankle.

"You should probably let him go." I suggested.

The boy dropped Spider as if he had caught fire. Spider looked around confused. He didn't even try to get up.

"L-listen Vic," The blonde boy stuttered. "We didn't know you knew him." He looked at his friend for help.

"Yeah, man." The hipster boy added. "We don't want any trouble."

I ignored them and turned my gaze to Spider.

"Get up, we're leaving." I told him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it before he spoke. He picked up his bookbag and followed me out of the bathroom.

"How did you do that?" He asked stupidly. I rolled my eyes at him and kept walking.

 "Wait..." He grabbed my shirt and I turned around. "You're leaving school?"

"Yeah." I nodded at the exit.

"...And you're taking me with you?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"If you want to stay and get another black eye, that's cool with me." I shrugged.

He scoffed and walked out of the school.

He kept walking until we got to the parking lot, then he turned around and looked at me.

"You have a car, right?"

"Yeah, but it's not here." I smirked.

"What do you mean your car isn't here?! What the hell?"

"I rode my bike. You have to sit in the basket and make turning signals."

He looked at me for a minute, then smirked back.

"I'm down if you are."

I grinned, and led him to my baby.

The sun fell on my black and silver MV-Augusta F4CC, making it glisten. It made every other car in the parking lot look like shit compared to it. Ten parking spaces were left empty around it, probably because no one could afford to fix it if they put a scratch on it... Or because they know they'd have to deal with me.

 I turned around and saw Spider staring like a moron.

"This is your bike?" He finally managed to say.

I leaned against it, and eyed it for any foreign marks. Not a scratch was on it. I lovingly traced the platinum plate showing its model number. 52.

"Made by Claudio Castiglioni himself." I motioned for him to come closer. "See, his intitials are even on it." I touched the place where 'CC' was etched into the bike.

"Who did you blow to get this? There were only 100 ever made."

"Guess I'm just lucky." I said, climbing onto the bike. "Spider, get on."

"Y-you want me to touch it?" He stood, blinking at me.

I nodded, smiling inwardly.

He took a step forward, then stepped back.

"I can't do it."

I climbed off and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to the bike.

"Get on, Spider."

He shook his head.

I grabbed him by the waist and lifted him onto the bike, causing him to gasp in response. I ignored it and sat behind him. He was short enough that I could sit him in front of me and still be able to drive the bike. I leaned forward and rested my hands on the handlebars.

"Are you ready?" I practically breathed on his neck.

He shivered in response.

I started my bike and the engine growled sexily. Spider bit down on his lip as the bike vibrated against us, and I smirked.

What a faggot.

I flipped up the kickstand and sped off, causing Spider to make a barely audible noise.

Did he just moan?

And if he did...

I think I kind of liked it?

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