Amen (discontinued)

Bathroom

Sals pov:
Travis slammed me against the graffiti ridden wall of the knockfell high bathroom. I felt so naked without my prosthetic. He had caught me off guard washing the back side of it off after another nose bleed.

"You want to say that again?" He growled.

Maybe calling him a 'classic closet case' when he called me a faggot while alone in a room with a lock was not my smartest move.

I desperately looked around for a way out. Just then, i spotted my opening. I could slip down under his arms, grab my prosthetic, unlock the door, and sprint away to the safety of the hallway. I knew Travis wouldn't try anything with Larry around.

I quickly tried to slip down when, without warning, the angry boy shoved his knee between my legs. I felt it graze the crotch of my skinny jeans and immediately stood straight up on my toes to avoid it.

"Nice try, faggot. Did you really think you could leave that easy?"

His knee made contact with my crotch again, but this time it stayed there, as I had nowhere to go. He had lifted it. I looked up to see a wicked smirk on my face. I hated that he was enjoying watching me struggle to get away from him. I really hated that I was feeling butterflies in the pit of my stomach trying to get away from him. Hopefully that was more a psychological defect than a weird, sexual thing.

"Well, would you look at that? I think the fairy likes it."

Once again, travis pushed his leg further into me. I couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as, sence I had no where to go, travis was making a lot of contact.

Travis dropped his leg just enough to stop touching me and widened his eyes.
"Jesus, I wasn't serious. You really are a fucking fag arent you?"

I looked up into his brown eyes. He looked amused and... hungry.
I tilted my head back, i was flush red from embarrassment. Not that you could tell with the scars.

"You're the one feeling my junk" I grumbled.

Just then, Travis's amusement turned into something else. Embarrassment, maybe? And I could tell it wasn't from what I said. He glanced down for a moment with worry in his eyes. I followed his gaze.
I could see the outline of a hard-on through his jeans. And from just one little moan?
Travis jumped back, releasing me.

"Shit. Oh mother of Jesus, this isn't happening," He looked like he was gonna cry. I almost felt bad for him as he tried to cover himself. However, feeling bad for Travis Phelps had gone out the window a while ago.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind.
I hated what I was about to do. I had always thought Travis had an attractive appearance, albeit a shit personality, and now seemed like a really good time to get some blackmail material. I mean, what kinda fundie was gonna beat up the guy who could tell the world he got railed by a dude in the school bathroom?

"Travis it's fine." I aproached him, throwing my arms around his neck when I got close enough. He tensed a bit but didn't pull away. I stood on my tip toes and got close to his ear.

"Let me help you with that." I whispered.
Travis went rigged.

"I-" he swallowed, "ok."

That was all I needed. I took his hand and lead him to the handicap stall.

...

We were on the floor making out, travis with his back against the wall, and me on his lap, straddling him. He was surprisingly good at it. His hand was in my hair, desperately pulling me close to him.
I traced my hand down his sweater. When I got to the bottom i took the opportunity to reach my hand in, dragging it up and down his stomach. Travis moaned into my mouth. I was feeling pretty great about how little it took to arouse him.
I slid my hand down his skin and started unbuttoning his jeans. I slid my hand in.

"Mhhh, Sally.." He broke the kiss and threw his head back as my hand glided over his boxers, giving me the chance to start attacking his neck, while at the same time, fondling him through his underwear. As needy moans escaped his mouth, i could feel myself getting hard.

Travis's pov:

Sals hands were in my pants, one layer between them and me. I felt like I was flying.

What am I doing? I knew this was wrong but, in that moment, with Sal touching me wherever he wanted, I couldn't care less. I was so hard it hurt.

Sally's hand fiddled with my boxers. I knew I was making noise, but I couldn't give a shit. It wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear outside the bathroom, and plus, I had locked the door while we were fighting and I called him...
I called him a faggot.
And here I was, with a guy literally groping me.
What the fuck am I doing?

I grabbed sals hand and pulled it away, and, to my embarrassment, took in a sharp, involuntary breath the second he stop touching me. He stoped going in on my neck looked up at me. His eyes were... something else.

"I- I can't sal. We're both guys. I'm not gay."
He raised an eyebrow.
"That says differently." He gestured to my painful errection. I winced in embarrassment.

"Ill- Ill go to hell, I can't." I felt tears at the back of my eyes, begging to come out. I as gently as I could with how bad I wanted to leave, I pushed sal off me and started standing up, zipping my pants.

Sal pushed himself up as well, and looked at me. Even though his face was scared he really looked gorgeous. Like a piece of abstract art. Really wanted to keep going, but I couldn't. I tried to stop thinking about it.

"Travis..."

"No I can't." I unlocked the stall, and hurried out the door, grabbing my bag as I left sally face alone in the bathroom.