Plaything (H2Ohm)

Chapter 1

*Warning* Soft core smut

*Delirious' POV*

Screams fill the stadium as Vanoss smashes his stick into the puck, scoring the winning goal for our school. Since he joined the team freshman year, it's been no surprise to me seeing our school's hockey team become the best team in our district. He's always been amazing at everything he does, so nothing ever surprises me about him.

Once I see his team make their way to the locker rooms, I take off running to my car, knowing that as soon as he changes his clothes, I was going to be his ride home, and I always look forward to that twenty minute drive to his house. Just me and him.

I know, I sound really pathetic right now, but I can't help myself. I've been in love with Vanoss for years now, and I want to spend as much time with him as I can get, especially now. We're currently in our senior year of high school, and this is Vanoss' last year in this shit-hole of a town. He'll be leaving in a few months, and I plan on making sure to spend as much of my time with him, even if I'm unlucky, and he doesn't see me as anything but a friend, I plan on being by his side.

I shut my eyes and start to lend my head back as I think of the idea of Vanoss and I being together. The idea of hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand, cuddling up with him. As the idea of us together starts to get steamier, I slowly feel myself growing hard, but I quickly snap out of it when I hear someone calling my nickname. I quickly turn around and press my crouch on the side of my car and look around, trying to find the person who called my name.

Thank god I always wear this mask.

At first, I don't really see anyone. However, I do see someone in a gray hoodie, wearing a mask, walking from the sidewalk to towards me. As he gets closer, I see the design on his mask, and I know exactly who it is.

"Hey Ohm!"

"Delirious!"

He then picks up speed and runs over to me, arms out towards me. I then throw my arms out towards him, pressing my body to my car, and resting my arms on the top of it. When he gets to my car, he puts his arms on top of my car and grabs my forearms.

"Ohm! You're alive!"

As soon as I say that, I feel a cold hand on the back of my neck. "He could be a zombie," I hear Vanoss say as he puts his bag on the ground.

A few months ago, Ohm's mom kicked him out of his house to please her new husband. Since then, he was forced to live out of his car, jump from couch to couch, and get a job at a local computer store to get money for food and now, an apartment. Myself and some of my closest friends have seen the place, and, although it is a very shitty studio, it's much better than sleeping in a car.

"I promise, I'm not," Ohm says, holding his hands up. "I had to take up overtime at work to pay my bills."

"Are you just getting off," I ask. He nods. "Why are you going to the bus stop? What happened to your car?"

"That's another reason why I'm working overtime. I had to take my car into the shop yesterday. There was a hole in the hose for my AC, so I had to get it replaced."

"Shit man," Vanoss says, letting his arm fall around my shoulder. "That couldn't have been cheap."

"Originally, it wasn't. I'm just lucky the guy is my boss's brother, and he felt sorry for me. He dropped the price a lot."