A Secret Not Worth Keeping, Chapter Six
Title: A Secret Not Worth Keeping
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Six
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 4961
Theme Song: All Time Low - Remembering Sunday. It doesn't completely fit the situation, like the parts about one leaving, but the rest does, and it's a sweet song and it made me smile while I was writing, thinking of David and Pierre. (And yes the 'she' in the song, is David. sorry bout that lol)
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives a normal life as an 18 year old on his senior year in high school. He's captain of the hockey team and all the girls want him. But Pierre is harbouring a secret. He thinks nothing could be worse than people finding out the truth... Until he meets a boy who makes him think maybe his secret isn't worth keeping after all...
WARNING: IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT GRAPHIC GAY SEX, I APOLIGIZE, BUT I PUT OUT A POLL ON TWITTER ASKING IF YOU WANTED GRAPHIC SEX OR JUST SUGGESTIVE THAT IT HAPPENED AND MOST OF YOU VOTED GRAPHIC. SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THAT, SKIP THAT PART, OR JUST CLICK AWAY.
Six Weeks Later
David
Pierre was at work and David was sitting on the couch of the apartment that had become his home in the past six weeks when his boyfriend took him in. His family had made several attempts to contact him, to no success. His mother had called him multiple times asking for a chance to talk to him, he'd told her no and hung up. His father texted him twice attempting to apoligize, and he'd called the company and had them block the number. His sister tried the most. She'd call him, he'd ignore it. She'd text him, he'd delete it. She'd walk up to him in the halls, he'd walk away. Run sometimes when she wouldn't go away. David had no intention of ever speaking to her again. Not after what she'd done. But truth be told, when they started trying harder and harder, he had to give in. He wasn't going to forgive them. He wasn't going to come home. He knew Pierre didn't mind having him there... actually, he loved it. So why would he go home where he's judged and living with a 14 year old demon who's trying to steal his boyfriend? He'd just agreed to talk to them while Pierre was at work.
He didn't really know what he was going to say to them, or if he'd even say anything, but it didn't matter. Three knocks on the door had him on his feet and slowly walking across the room. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and took a deep breath before opening it. "David!" His mother gasped as she threw her arms around his shoulders. David cringed and pushed her off, then turned around and sat down in the arm chair, nodding at the couch. They understood, and the three of them walked in slowly, closing the door and sitting on the couch together. David crossed his arms and waited for someone to talk. "This is a really nice apartment sweetheart." His mom said. Again, he just sat there with his arms crossed staring back at her, waiting for her to say something important.
"David, sweetie, I'm sorry I overreacted about what happened... but you didn't have to make up some ridiculous story about being gay and hide out here at your friends house. I know you like girls sweetheart, I know I could never raise such a failure. And your father didn't mean what he said. Will you please come home?" She asked with pleading eyes. David uncrossed his arms and slowly stood up. "Get out." He said. He'd gave them half a chance and they blew it right there.
His father stood up. "David Phillipe Desrosiers you're going to-" He started sternly.
David cut him off with laughter. "Cute dad. But I'm not under your roof anymore. You're in MY apartment. Yeah, the one I live in with MY BOYFRIEND. BECAUSE I'M GAY. I like boys. I always have. Pierre is the best thing that has EVER happened to me, and being with him is the first thing that's made me happy since Emaa died. If you can't except that I have a boyfriend, and your daughter's a little tramp, then I don't ever want to see you here again." He ranted, then turned towards Rayenna, "And YOU, I don't EVER want to see your face again. DO NOT try to talk to me OR PIERRE here, on the phone, at school, ANYWHERE. You're a backstabbing little cunt. Now get out. All of you." He said, watching the dumbfounded looks on their faces as they stood up. His mother and sister had tears running down their faces and didn't dare say a word. His father just looked disgusted.
"How did I fuck up so badly?" He said shaking his head in disgust, and he turned, about to take the first step towards the door, when it swung open.
"David, guess what I-" Pierre started enthusiastically as he got fully inside the apartment and saw David standing there with his sister, and two strangers who he'd assumed were his mom and dad.
"Oh.. wow, um... I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had company." Pierre said to David. He was clearly fully prepared to leave and give the four some alone time, but it really was not necessary.
"I don't." David said coldly. "They were just leaving." David said giving them a look that obviously said, 'get out.' But that's not what happened.
David's father slowly walked up to Pierre, and gave him a firm, disgusted look. "So you're the little fairy who thinks he can turn my fucking kid into a fag in less than a week. HA, nice try. We're taking him home and if I see you anywhere near my property, I'll call the cops and have you thrown in jail where you can drop the soap as many times as you'd like, but you're done getting sick pleasure from my son." Pierre stood there looking hard into the cold eyes of David's father without saying a word. Just as David was about to step in and tell them to leave, he saw Pierre's arm pull back, and connect with his father's face so fast he didn't even have time to think about it before his father had spun with the pressure of the punch, and fallen to the ground. Pierre pointed to the door.
"Get out. I want you all off of MY property before it's ME who calls the cops." He said sternly, anger fuming from him. Mr.Desrosiers struggled up off the ground.
"Rayenna, Malyssa, we're leaving." He said authoritatively, obviously trying to save some of his dignity. And with that, the three of them left, and David had his mind made up that this apartment with him and Pierre, was his life. And they'd just walked out of it. It hadn't even been two minutes before his phone had lit up with a text from his mother. David looked down to see the text he'd sent her before, saying they could talk, and the one she'd just sent.
After texting back, David dialed the number for his provider before she could even text him back, getting them to block his mom and sister as well from ever contacting him. His only family now was Pierre and Emaa. David felt a tear run down his cheek as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He really missed Emaa, now more than ever. She would have hated them fighting like this. She always supported him no matter what he did. She was the first to find out about his sexuality. Deep down he'd always known it, but never had he admitted it to himself... but though Rayenna and him were close, and he did tell her alot of his life, and you could say they were best friends, they were never like that before Emaa died. Before then, David has always thought Ray was a spoiled, selfish brat. And he was right. He'd always known it... he was just trying to replace Emaa. It helped fill a bit of the emptiness that she'd left, to have someone there to take her place. But Rayenna wasn't Emaa. She would never be Emaa, and David knew that now. He felt more tears run down his cheeks as Pierre pulled him into his arms and held him tight.
"David, it's okay..." He said rubbing the back of David's head. "They aren't worth your tears..."
"It's not that..." David said. "They can burn in hell for all I care.
Pierre
Suddenly understanding washed over Pierre, and he held David tighter. "Okay... It's okay... She's with you. I promise. She's right here with us, and she is so proud of you for standing up for who you are... you know she is David..." Pierre said soothingly. David nodded against Pierre's chest, and lifted his head, still standing in his boyfriend's arms. Pierre lifted a hand to gently wipe the tears off of David's cheek. David's arms snaked up around Pierre's neck and he leaned down to press their lips together. The kiss was strong, fuelled by hatred for David's parents, and passion for each other. Pierre parted his lips and felt a warm familiar tongue slide into his mouth as he slid his hands down David's body to place them firmly on his ass. David moaned through the kiss and briefly tightening his grip on Pierre's shoulders, to jump up and wrap his legs firmly around his waist. Pierre could feel David's erection pressed against his own and the feeling nearly drove him crazy. He walked blindly through the bedroom door, which was open, and closed the door with his back, before moving forwards to put David on the bed, and climb on top of him. He placed a leg on each side of David and put his hand down in front of him to rub firmly on the front of David's jeans. David responded by pulling off his shirt and fumbling to get Pierre's off with it, before grabbing desperately at the back of Pierre's head and pulling it down to his own, their tongues finding each other instantly. Pierre moved his hand slightly and started removing David's belt. It didn't take long before he'd pulled off David's tight black jeans and boxers and David was kicking them to the floor, and moving his legs to rest on Pierre's shoulders. Pierre moved up and nearly went mad as he felt David rub his bare ass hard on his covered hard-on. David reached through his legs to grab at Pierre's belt buckle, and Pierre got the message, moving David's hands, and pulling off his jeans. David sat up, sliding his legs off Pierre's shoulders, and reached into his boyfriend's boxers, pumping him fast and hard. Pierre's eyes rolled back into his head. David continued what he was doing as Pierre pulled his boxers off, kicking them to the floor. David took his hand off Pierre's dick, to lean off the bed, fumbling with something underneath it. When he returned fully to the bed and put his hand back where it was, it was full of lube. David rubbed Pierre fast as he spread the lube onto his hard dick, and put his legs back on his boyfriend's shoulders. "GOD PIERRE, FUCK ME." David practically yelled. Pierre was going crazy waiting and needed no more prompt. He lined himself up, and wanting nothing more than to shove his whole length straight into David's ass, he controlled himself, thrusting a bit in, and pulling out. Then thrusting in a bit more... and a bit more... until finally Pierre's hips hit David's ass and the boy beneath him convulsed in pleasure and let out a loud scream. Pierre smiled at what was happening, pulled out, and thrust back in hard, hitting David's prostate again. And again. And again. He got faster as he placed his hand on David's erection and pumped him hard, still pounding his own hard into the boy lying under him. They both reached their limit, not even a second apart, and Pierre felt something spill over his hand, as his own shot into David.
Pierre fell off of David, lying on the bed beside him panting, and pulled the smaller boy into his arms. They just lay there in silence for a long while. Pierre thought about everything that had ever happened to him in his life, and came to the conclusion that no good feeling he'd ever had, could ever compare to the feeling he got when he was with David... and no bad feeling he'd ever had, and he'd had his fair share... could ever in a thousand years compare to what he didn't even want to think about... losing David. Pierre looked down at the perfect person lying with him... and knew in that moment that he never wanted to spend his life with anyone else.
Pierre sat up, pulling a confused David up with him, leaning against the headbord, still holding David, naked, in his arms. He took a deep breath. He was absolutely terrified of what he was about to say. He didn't know if David felt the same way, and if he did, he didn't know why he would... and he didn't know if David was ready to hear it. But he was more than ready to say it.
"David..." Pierre started. David turned his head up, leaning it on Pierre's shoulder smiling. Pierre couldn't help but smile back at how cute he was. "I love you..." Pierre said honestly. A blank look crossed David's face, and the colour drained from him. Pierre's heart froze. He'd spoken too soon... David didn't love him... after all, they had only been dating for less than 2 months. As much as people liked to throw it around like it meant nothing, Pierre would never tell anyone he loved them unless it was true. He'd had alot of crushes, and liked alot of people, even thought that maybe he could have loved some of them someday... but nobody in this world had ever come close to making him feel how David did. He knew he loved David. He just knew. And even if David didn't love him back... even if he jumped out of bed, ran out of the apartment, and never came back... David had changed Pierre's life in ways he couldn't even imagine. He loved him. He looked down slowly at his boyfriend to see tears. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world, until he saw that they weren't completely sad tears, there was a bit of a smile on his face. Pierre knew the hurt in his own eyes was visible, which reflected in David's words.
"Pierre..." He started smiling softly, light tears staining his cheeks. "I love you too... I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything. I wouldn't change a thing about us. I'm just scared... this is alot to take in so quickly... and from my experience, love causes problems. But I'm willing to take that chance if it means I get to be with you." David said, staring into Pierre's eyes. Pierre felt a tear run down his cheek. A happy tear, of course. He leaned his head down to place a sweet, gentle, yet passionate, loving kiss on David's lips, who tilted his head to match his lips to Pierre's.
David
David had just lost everything he'd ever had all his life... his whole stability... and yet, he couldn't imagine life being more perfect. He had everything he'd ever wanted and so much more, just having Pierre. He knew Pierre now better than he'd ever known anyone. Pierre would never hurt him, or judge him, or abandon him. Just love him. They were in love. David took a deep breath and set his head on Pierre's shoulder. He was in love. He never thought it could happen, but it did. He loved Pierre. He loved him with all of his heart. Pierre pulled his head back and David knew he had something to say. He leaned his own back and look up at his boyfriend. "Let's go out." Pierre said suddenly, smiling down. David's heart swelled. He always loved going on random dates with Pierre. Of course, they were never really "date-like" but they were enough. Nobody could see the looks they shared, or that sometimes the things that would seem to an outsider like just two friends joking around, were really so much more. If they went some place dark, like a movie, they could even hold hands, as long as they were careful. David's face lit up and Pierre laughed as he beamed up at him. David jumped out of bed, his boyfriend following him, and they went together to take a shower, and get dressed.
Pierre let David choose anywhere he wanted for dinner, and to Pierre's surprise, he chose a burger joint near the edge of town. David just felt like being simple tonight. Having a simple night with his amazing boyfriend. They entered the restaurant and David froze briefly in his tracks. Fear struck through his heart, only to be soothed by Pierre's arm brushing against his own. Okay, so Sebastien was here. Okay, so he seemed to always be around when they went out. Whatever, it didn't mean anything, right? After all, he would never try anything in front of everyone including Pierre, and the girl he was with, who, now that David noticed her, he realized was that girl Sophia he'd seen Sebastien with before. David looked up at Pierre who's eyes were thick with worry. "David... we can go somewhere else." Pierre assured him. David thought about it for a minute. Although it would be easier, he couldn't let this kid control his life forever. This is where he wanted to eat Dinner with his boyfriend, and Seb wasn't taking that away from him. He shook his head. "No. I want to eat here." He told Pierre confidently. Pierre looked reluctant, but nodded nonetheless, and continued to a table as far away from Seb as possible. It was a fast food joint, so there wasn't a waiter and they had to go to the counter to get their food. They walked back to the table and David completely forgot Sebastien was even in the room as he laughed with Pierre and just enjoyed being here with this perfect person. That was, until a shadow cast over their table, and David looked up into the face of Sebastien, who had his arm wrapped around a shy-looking girl with black hair. David could see Pierre was about to say something when Seb started talking.
"Are you little fags stalking me?" He said bluntly, but in a hushed tone, respecting their wish to not let people find out. Why was he keeping their secret? David didn't care. At least he was. David looked over at Pierre, who's face was fuming at Sebastien's condescending use of the word 'fag.'
"We came to dinner. You were here with one of your girlfriends. Coincidence." Pierre said sternly, but triumphantly at his "accidental" slip of Seb's two girls. Seb's face lit up in anger.
"What are you talking about faggot?" He said. David was studying his horrible lying face, when he looked over to the girl next to him, and saw understanding cross her features and she looked up at Seb. "What does he mean... 'one of'... Seb?" Sophia asked, her face almost scared, like she knew she was going to get hurt and was just waiting for the blow.
"Sophia, don't listen to these fags. They're probably just jealous of you. The probably want me, god, I don't know, they don't know what they're talking about!" This time, David spoke up. He was terrified of Sebastien... but he had to tell this poor girl the truth.
"A few weeks back... last time we ran into you and Sebastien... we saw him again later that night. At the movies... with a different girl." David said looking down, hating himself for having to tell this poor girl that her boyfriend was cheating on her. He saw Sophia's eyes fill with tears and she shrugged out of Sebastien's arm.
"Soph, you're not actually gonna bel-" Sebastien started, but Sophia cut him off.
"Just go." She said looking down, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Sebastien asked, and David could tell that even though he sounded concerned, his eyes showed he didn't care what happened between him and Sophia. He was just a douche.
"I don't know... just go..." Sophia said, still looking down. Sebastien nodded slowly, then turned and walked away, with one last terrifying glare at David and Pierre which sent chills down David's spine. Sophia looked up to meet David's eyes.
"Thank you... for telling me. And don't worry about him, he probably doesn't really think you guys are gay. He just likes to bully people. It makes him feel better about himself." She said with a disgusted tone on the last part. David and Pierre were both about to respond, when she nodded and walked away, to where David assumed was probably her bedroom, or somewhere else, to cry.
David looked back at Pierre who looked like guilt was tearing him to shreds and David knew exactly why.
"Pierre, no. Please don't feel bad. I'm the one who decided to come here to eat, and when I saw him here, I decided to stay. If you're gonna feel bad for someone, it should be poor Sophia. And anyways, I'm really not that afraid of Sebastien anymore. He's just a coward."
Sebastien
Seb was on his way home, when his phone vibrated and he decided, the night was young. And he wasn't gonna let those faggots ruin his weekend. Who did they think they were?! He texted Natalie back.
Sebastien was waiting on his bed, just browsing the internet on his laptop, when a light knock was heard, and the door opened. He smiled as he saw Natalie walk in.
"Hey baby." He said. Her head snapped up from her phone, and he could see the worried expression on her face and his heart sped up. Did she know? No, of course not. She didn't even know Sophia. Or David and Pierre for that matter, so how would she find out. He had to play it cool.
"Oh, hey." She said smiling, then quickly turning back to her text message. She finished it quickly, then shoved her phone in her pocket and climbed sideways onto Sebastien's lap, who had his legs stretched out in front of him, as he moved his laptop and wrapped his arms around her.
"Something wrong?" He asked cautiously. No, not cautiously. What did he have to be afraid of? She didn't know.
"Oh no, it's nothing. It's not me, it's my friend. She's been dating this guy for a few weeks. She didn't want to tell me who it was until it got more serious, and she just found out he's been cheating on her. She doesn't know what to do." She said, her mouth tilting up crookedly as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to read a new text message from the girl. Sebastien didn't really care about the story, until something hit him. What did she just say? Yes... she did just say that. Fuck. Natalie and Sophia... were friends. His pulse raced.
"Oh wow... that sucks..." He said nervously, his mind racing to find something to say that might put him in the clear. Of course, he didn't really care about either of them, but if this got out... his reputation would be shot.
"Yeah, fucking right that sucks. WHAT AN ASS HOLE. Honestly, how can somebody do that? If you're gonna go out with somebody, you should do it because you care about them and if you fucking care about them THEY should be enough for you. If I ever find out who he is, I'll fucking kill him." Natalie ranted, and even though Seb knew she was just blowing off steam, he was scared. This was going to get out one way or another. He was screwed.
"Um... is she saying who the guy is?" he asked cautiously.
Pierre
Pierre wanted to take his alarm clock and throw it out a window as it beeped, telling him and David it was time for school Monday morning. But he couldn't. They really did have to get up and go to school. "Uggggggh." David groaned as he rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. This made Pierre a little happier to have to wake up. David was so adorable when he was tired. Pierre wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, who now had his back to him and put his mouth to his ear. "David..." He said smiling, amused at the reaction David always had to early mornings. "Go awaaaaaaaay." David grumbled, but Pierre knew he didn't mean it. He laughed. "Baby, come on, we have to go to school." He said, unable to hide the smile in his voice. David promptly pulled the pillow off of his face and turned his body so he was lying on his back, Pierre's arm wrapped around his stomach, and looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "I hate you." He said, bluntly and seriously.
Pierre responded with a wide smile. "I know." He said, placing a loving kiss on David's lips, who closed his eyes and smiled back.
Eventually, Pierre had gotten David out of bed and they were standing in front of Pierre's locker, talking (as friends of course) before class started. Sophia was standing beside them but not for any reason besides her locker was only two down from Pierre's. She was about to close it when Pierre saw Sebastien walking up to them with his arm around the other girl... Natalie. But Seb walked right past them to approach Sophia, who was still facing her locker, trying to get her stubborn lock to shut. Pierre and David exchanged a look and silently came to an agreement to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Natalie was the first to speak, to Sophia's back. "Hey Soph... I hope you're doing okay." She said sympathetically. What did that mean? Was Natalie being sarcastic? Rubbing her being with Seb in Sophia's face?
"Yeah I mean, it's kind of-" Sophia started but she stopped in her tracks, mouth hanging open when she turned around. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She said loudly. Almost a yell, but not quite. The look on her face was shock, anger, confusion, hurt, and disgust all combined into one as she glanced back and forth between Sebastien and Natalie.
A confused look crossed Natalie's face, quickly followed by one of understanding. "Oh right! Haha, I almost forgot. Sophia, this is Sebastien, that guy I was telling you about. We're official." She said shrugging her shoulders and smiling widely, clearly expecting a positive reaction from her friend. Pierre now understood fully what was going on. And he knew what Natalie didn't, which told him something big was about to happen.
"Oh yeah? Well I'm fucking ECSTATIC for you Nat!" Sophia spat, and Pierre could tell it was taking all of her self control not to rip Natalie's hair out right there. "OH BY THE FUCKING WAY," she continued loudly. "THERE'S SOMEONE I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET TOO. NATALIE, THIS IS SEBASTIEN. THAT GUY THAT CHEATED ON ME THAT YOU SAID YOU'D KILL. YEAH, AWKARD EH?" she said now yelling. Natalie's features creased in as she looked from Sebastien, back to Sophia with pure disgust. Then she started her own yelling rant.
"WOW. SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE THAT FUCKING DESPERATE THAT YOU WOULD ACTUALLY GO AFTER YOUR BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND AND THEN CLAIM IT'S HIM CHEATING?! YOU FUCKING SLUT." Natalie said, shoving Sophia hard against the locker. And that was all it took. It all happened so fast, but before he knew it, Pierre had seen hair pulling, punching, shoving, and was now staring at Sophia pinning down Natalie slapping her wildly in the face and pulling at her hair while Natalie pulled Sophia's head down at an awkward angle by her hair. Pierre looked at Sebastien to see if he was even going to try to stop it, but all he saw was a sick smirk on Seb's face and a bulge growing in his pants. Suddenly Sophia ripped her head from Natalie's grip, and drew her fist back. And just as she was about to give Natalie a brutal blow to the face, she was ripped from the ground by a teacher, and Natalie was held back by another. Pierre looked around to see quite the crowd had gathered. He didn't pay attention to much after that. Basically, the girls were dragged to the principal's office, and the crowd faded, and he knew this would be the talk of the school for at least the rest of the day.
David
David had just finished his second class. He was supposed to meet Pierre in the cafeteria, but he wanted to go to the washroom first. He only knew where one washroom was, and it was on the third floor, where nobody would be since they were all eating lunch. So he walked up the two flights of stairs, and was casually walking down the hallway, thankful for the peace and quiet, and was about to pass a side-hall when someone from inside it grabbed his shirt and pulled him there, nailing him to the wall with their forearm on his chest. David gasped loudly and looked up into the eyes of the person to see something he should have suspected from the beginning. Sebastien. David's eyes were wide and he could already feel fear drawing tears to them.
"LISTEN TO ME YOU FUCKING QUEER." Sebastien started in a stern, angry whisper. David couldn't bring himself to speak, so he would do just that. Listen. "I FUCKING GO OUT OF MY WAY TO KEEP YOUR DISGUSTING LITTLE SECRET AND YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO JUST GO AROUND FUCKING UP MINE?! NO. IT'S NOT OKAY. NOW I COULD POUND YOUR FACE IN RIGHT NOW, BUT I KNOW YOUR LITTLE BOYFRIEND WOULD COME AFTER ME. SO I'LL GET YOU BACK IN THE WAY YOU DESERVE. ENJOY YOU'RE PRIVACY. COME TOMORROW, THE WHOLE TOWN'S GONNA KNOW ABOUT THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN AND THE MAGGOT AND WHAT THEY REALLY DO WHEN THEY'RE WORKING ON THAT LITTLE PROJECT." Sebastien finished, releasing David from the wall and walking away. David's knees buckled beneath him and he just sat in a crumpled ball on the floor, sobbing.
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Six
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 4961
Theme Song: All Time Low - Remembering Sunday. It doesn't completely fit the situation, like the parts about one leaving, but the rest does, and it's a sweet song and it made me smile while I was writing, thinking of David and Pierre. (And yes the 'she' in the song, is David. sorry bout that lol)
Summary: Pierre Bouvier lives a normal life as an 18 year old on his senior year in high school. He's captain of the hockey team and all the girls want him. But Pierre is harbouring a secret. He thinks nothing could be worse than people finding out the truth... Until he meets a boy who makes him think maybe his secret isn't worth keeping after all...
WARNING: IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT GRAPHIC GAY SEX, I APOLIGIZE, BUT I PUT OUT A POLL ON TWITTER ASKING IF YOU WANTED GRAPHIC SEX OR JUST SUGGESTIVE THAT IT HAPPENED AND MOST OF YOU VOTED GRAPHIC. SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THAT, SKIP THAT PART, OR JUST CLICK AWAY.
Six Weeks Later
David
Pierre was at work and David was sitting on the couch of the apartment that had become his home in the past six weeks when his boyfriend took him in. His family had made several attempts to contact him, to no success. His mother had called him multiple times asking for a chance to talk to him, he'd told her no and hung up. His father texted him twice attempting to apoligize, and he'd called the company and had them block the number. His sister tried the most. She'd call him, he'd ignore it. She'd text him, he'd delete it. She'd walk up to him in the halls, he'd walk away. Run sometimes when she wouldn't go away. David had no intention of ever speaking to her again. Not after what she'd done. But truth be told, when they started trying harder and harder, he had to give in. He wasn't going to forgive them. He wasn't going to come home. He knew Pierre didn't mind having him there... actually, he loved it. So why would he go home where he's judged and living with a 14 year old demon who's trying to steal his boyfriend? He'd just agreed to talk to them while Pierre was at work.
He didn't really know what he was going to say to them, or if he'd even say anything, but it didn't matter. Three knocks on the door had him on his feet and slowly walking across the room. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and took a deep breath before opening it. "David!" His mother gasped as she threw her arms around his shoulders. David cringed and pushed her off, then turned around and sat down in the arm chair, nodding at the couch. They understood, and the three of them walked in slowly, closing the door and sitting on the couch together. David crossed his arms and waited for someone to talk. "This is a really nice apartment sweetheart." His mom said. Again, he just sat there with his arms crossed staring back at her, waiting for her to say something important.
"David, sweetie, I'm sorry I overreacted about what happened... but you didn't have to make up some ridiculous story about being gay and hide out here at your friends house. I know you like girls sweetheart, I know I could never raise such a failure. And your father didn't mean what he said. Will you please come home?" She asked with pleading eyes. David uncrossed his arms and slowly stood up. "Get out." He said. He'd gave them half a chance and they blew it right there.
His father stood up. "David Phillipe Desrosiers you're going to-" He started sternly.
David cut him off with laughter. "Cute dad. But I'm not under your roof anymore. You're in MY apartment. Yeah, the one I live in with MY BOYFRIEND. BECAUSE I'M GAY. I like boys. I always have. Pierre is the best thing that has EVER happened to me, and being with him is the first thing that's made me happy since Emaa died. If you can't except that I have a boyfriend, and your daughter's a little tramp, then I don't ever want to see you here again." He ranted, then turned towards Rayenna, "And YOU, I don't EVER want to see your face again. DO NOT try to talk to me OR PIERRE here, on the phone, at school, ANYWHERE. You're a backstabbing little cunt. Now get out. All of you." He said, watching the dumbfounded looks on their faces as they stood up. His mother and sister had tears running down their faces and didn't dare say a word. His father just looked disgusted.
"How did I fuck up so badly?" He said shaking his head in disgust, and he turned, about to take the first step towards the door, when it swung open.
"David, guess what I-" Pierre started enthusiastically as he got fully inside the apartment and saw David standing there with his sister, and two strangers who he'd assumed were his mom and dad.
"Oh.. wow, um... I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had company." Pierre said to David. He was clearly fully prepared to leave and give the four some alone time, but it really was not necessary.
"I don't." David said coldly. "They were just leaving." David said giving them a look that obviously said, 'get out.' But that's not what happened.
David's father slowly walked up to Pierre, and gave him a firm, disgusted look. "So you're the little fairy who thinks he can turn my fucking kid into a fag in less than a week. HA, nice try. We're taking him home and if I see you anywhere near my property, I'll call the cops and have you thrown in jail where you can drop the soap as many times as you'd like, but you're done getting sick pleasure from my son." Pierre stood there looking hard into the cold eyes of David's father without saying a word. Just as David was about to step in and tell them to leave, he saw Pierre's arm pull back, and connect with his father's face so fast he didn't even have time to think about it before his father had spun with the pressure of the punch, and fallen to the ground. Pierre pointed to the door.
"Get out. I want you all off of MY property before it's ME who calls the cops." He said sternly, anger fuming from him. Mr.Desrosiers struggled up off the ground.
"Rayenna, Malyssa, we're leaving." He said authoritatively, obviously trying to save some of his dignity. And with that, the three of them left, and David had his mind made up that this apartment with him and Pierre, was his life. And they'd just walked out of it. It hadn't even been two minutes before his phone had lit up with a text from his mother. David looked down to see the text he'd sent her before, saying they could talk, and the one she'd just sent.
After texting back, David dialed the number for his provider before she could even text him back, getting them to block his mom and sister as well from ever contacting him. His only family now was Pierre and Emaa. David felt a tear run down his cheek as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He really missed Emaa, now more than ever. She would have hated them fighting like this. She always supported him no matter what he did. She was the first to find out about his sexuality. Deep down he'd always known it, but never had he admitted it to himself... but though Rayenna and him were close, and he did tell her alot of his life, and you could say they were best friends, they were never like that before Emaa died. Before then, David has always thought Ray was a spoiled, selfish brat. And he was right. He'd always known it... he was just trying to replace Emaa. It helped fill a bit of the emptiness that she'd left, to have someone there to take her place. But Rayenna wasn't Emaa. She would never be Emaa, and David knew that now. He felt more tears run down his cheeks as Pierre pulled him into his arms and held him tight.
"David, it's okay..." He said rubbing the back of David's head. "They aren't worth your tears..."
"It's not that..." David said. "They can burn in hell for all I care.
Pierre
Suddenly understanding washed over Pierre, and he held David tighter. "Okay... It's okay... She's with you. I promise. She's right here with us, and she is so proud of you for standing up for who you are... you know she is David..." Pierre said soothingly. David nodded against Pierre's chest, and lifted his head, still standing in his boyfriend's arms. Pierre lifted a hand to gently wipe the tears off of David's cheek. David's arms snaked up around Pierre's neck and he leaned down to press their lips together. The kiss was strong, fuelled by hatred for David's parents, and passion for each other. Pierre parted his lips and felt a warm familiar tongue slide into his mouth as he slid his hands down David's body to place them firmly on his ass. David moaned through the kiss and briefly tightening his grip on Pierre's shoulders, to jump up and wrap his legs firmly around his waist. Pierre could feel David's erection pressed against his own and the feeling nearly drove him crazy. He walked blindly through the bedroom door, which was open, and closed the door with his back, before moving forwards to put David on the bed, and climb on top of him. He placed a leg on each side of David and put his hand down in front of him to rub firmly on the front of David's jeans. David responded by pulling off his shirt and fumbling to get Pierre's off with it, before grabbing desperately at the back of Pierre's head and pulling it down to his own, their tongues finding each other instantly. Pierre moved his hand slightly and started removing David's belt. It didn't take long before he'd pulled off David's tight black jeans and boxers and David was kicking them to the floor, and moving his legs to rest on Pierre's shoulders. Pierre moved up and nearly went mad as he felt David rub his bare ass hard on his covered hard-on. David reached through his legs to grab at Pierre's belt buckle, and Pierre got the message, moving David's hands, and pulling off his jeans. David sat up, sliding his legs off Pierre's shoulders, and reached into his boyfriend's boxers, pumping him fast and hard. Pierre's eyes rolled back into his head. David continued what he was doing as Pierre pulled his boxers off, kicking them to the floor. David took his hand off Pierre's dick, to lean off the bed, fumbling with something underneath it. When he returned fully to the bed and put his hand back where it was, it was full of lube. David rubbed Pierre fast as he spread the lube onto his hard dick, and put his legs back on his boyfriend's shoulders. "GOD PIERRE, FUCK ME." David practically yelled. Pierre was going crazy waiting and needed no more prompt. He lined himself up, and wanting nothing more than to shove his whole length straight into David's ass, he controlled himself, thrusting a bit in, and pulling out. Then thrusting in a bit more... and a bit more... until finally Pierre's hips hit David's ass and the boy beneath him convulsed in pleasure and let out a loud scream. Pierre smiled at what was happening, pulled out, and thrust back in hard, hitting David's prostate again. And again. And again. He got faster as he placed his hand on David's erection and pumped him hard, still pounding his own hard into the boy lying under him. They both reached their limit, not even a second apart, and Pierre felt something spill over his hand, as his own shot into David.
Pierre fell off of David, lying on the bed beside him panting, and pulled the smaller boy into his arms. They just lay there in silence for a long while. Pierre thought about everything that had ever happened to him in his life, and came to the conclusion that no good feeling he'd ever had, could ever compare to the feeling he got when he was with David... and no bad feeling he'd ever had, and he'd had his fair share... could ever in a thousand years compare to what he didn't even want to think about... losing David. Pierre looked down at the perfect person lying with him... and knew in that moment that he never wanted to spend his life with anyone else.
Pierre sat up, pulling a confused David up with him, leaning against the headbord, still holding David, naked, in his arms. He took a deep breath. He was absolutely terrified of what he was about to say. He didn't know if David felt the same way, and if he did, he didn't know why he would... and he didn't know if David was ready to hear it. But he was more than ready to say it.
"David..." Pierre started. David turned his head up, leaning it on Pierre's shoulder smiling. Pierre couldn't help but smile back at how cute he was. "I love you..." Pierre said honestly. A blank look crossed David's face, and the colour drained from him. Pierre's heart froze. He'd spoken too soon... David didn't love him... after all, they had only been dating for less than 2 months. As much as people liked to throw it around like it meant nothing, Pierre would never tell anyone he loved them unless it was true. He'd had alot of crushes, and liked alot of people, even thought that maybe he could have loved some of them someday... but nobody in this world had ever come close to making him feel how David did. He knew he loved David. He just knew. And even if David didn't love him back... even if he jumped out of bed, ran out of the apartment, and never came back... David had changed Pierre's life in ways he couldn't even imagine. He loved him. He looked down slowly at his boyfriend to see tears. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world, until he saw that they weren't completely sad tears, there was a bit of a smile on his face. Pierre knew the hurt in his own eyes was visible, which reflected in David's words.
"Pierre..." He started smiling softly, light tears staining his cheeks. "I love you too... I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything. I wouldn't change a thing about us. I'm just scared... this is alot to take in so quickly... and from my experience, love causes problems. But I'm willing to take that chance if it means I get to be with you." David said, staring into Pierre's eyes. Pierre felt a tear run down his cheek. A happy tear, of course. He leaned his head down to place a sweet, gentle, yet passionate, loving kiss on David's lips, who tilted his head to match his lips to Pierre's.
David
David had just lost everything he'd ever had all his life... his whole stability... and yet, he couldn't imagine life being more perfect. He had everything he'd ever wanted and so much more, just having Pierre. He knew Pierre now better than he'd ever known anyone. Pierre would never hurt him, or judge him, or abandon him. Just love him. They were in love. David took a deep breath and set his head on Pierre's shoulder. He was in love. He never thought it could happen, but it did. He loved Pierre. He loved him with all of his heart. Pierre pulled his head back and David knew he had something to say. He leaned his own back and look up at his boyfriend. "Let's go out." Pierre said suddenly, smiling down. David's heart swelled. He always loved going on random dates with Pierre. Of course, they were never really "date-like" but they were enough. Nobody could see the looks they shared, or that sometimes the things that would seem to an outsider like just two friends joking around, were really so much more. If they went some place dark, like a movie, they could even hold hands, as long as they were careful. David's face lit up and Pierre laughed as he beamed up at him. David jumped out of bed, his boyfriend following him, and they went together to take a shower, and get dressed.
Pierre let David choose anywhere he wanted for dinner, and to Pierre's surprise, he chose a burger joint near the edge of town. David just felt like being simple tonight. Having a simple night with his amazing boyfriend. They entered the restaurant and David froze briefly in his tracks. Fear struck through his heart, only to be soothed by Pierre's arm brushing against his own. Okay, so Sebastien was here. Okay, so he seemed to always be around when they went out. Whatever, it didn't mean anything, right? After all, he would never try anything in front of everyone including Pierre, and the girl he was with, who, now that David noticed her, he realized was that girl Sophia he'd seen Sebastien with before. David looked up at Pierre who's eyes were thick with worry. "David... we can go somewhere else." Pierre assured him. David thought about it for a minute. Although it would be easier, he couldn't let this kid control his life forever. This is where he wanted to eat Dinner with his boyfriend, and Seb wasn't taking that away from him. He shook his head. "No. I want to eat here." He told Pierre confidently. Pierre looked reluctant, but nodded nonetheless, and continued to a table as far away from Seb as possible. It was a fast food joint, so there wasn't a waiter and they had to go to the counter to get their food. They walked back to the table and David completely forgot Sebastien was even in the room as he laughed with Pierre and just enjoyed being here with this perfect person. That was, until a shadow cast over their table, and David looked up into the face of Sebastien, who had his arm wrapped around a shy-looking girl with black hair. David could see Pierre was about to say something when Seb started talking.
"Are you little fags stalking me?" He said bluntly, but in a hushed tone, respecting their wish to not let people find out. Why was he keeping their secret? David didn't care. At least he was. David looked over at Pierre, who's face was fuming at Sebastien's condescending use of the word 'fag.'
"We came to dinner. You were here with one of your girlfriends. Coincidence." Pierre said sternly, but triumphantly at his "accidental" slip of Seb's two girls. Seb's face lit up in anger.
"What are you talking about faggot?" He said. David was studying his horrible lying face, when he looked over to the girl next to him, and saw understanding cross her features and she looked up at Seb. "What does he mean... 'one of'... Seb?" Sophia asked, her face almost scared, like she knew she was going to get hurt and was just waiting for the blow.
"Sophia, don't listen to these fags. They're probably just jealous of you. The probably want me, god, I don't know, they don't know what they're talking about!" This time, David spoke up. He was terrified of Sebastien... but he had to tell this poor girl the truth.
"A few weeks back... last time we ran into you and Sebastien... we saw him again later that night. At the movies... with a different girl." David said looking down, hating himself for having to tell this poor girl that her boyfriend was cheating on her. He saw Sophia's eyes fill with tears and she shrugged out of Sebastien's arm.
"Soph, you're not actually gonna bel-" Sebastien started, but Sophia cut him off.
"Just go." She said looking down, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Sebastien asked, and David could tell that even though he sounded concerned, his eyes showed he didn't care what happened between him and Sophia. He was just a douche.
"I don't know... just go..." Sophia said, still looking down. Sebastien nodded slowly, then turned and walked away, with one last terrifying glare at David and Pierre which sent chills down David's spine. Sophia looked up to meet David's eyes.
"Thank you... for telling me. And don't worry about him, he probably doesn't really think you guys are gay. He just likes to bully people. It makes him feel better about himself." She said with a disgusted tone on the last part. David and Pierre were both about to respond, when she nodded and walked away, to where David assumed was probably her bedroom, or somewhere else, to cry.
David looked back at Pierre who looked like guilt was tearing him to shreds and David knew exactly why.
"Pierre, no. Please don't feel bad. I'm the one who decided to come here to eat, and when I saw him here, I decided to stay. If you're gonna feel bad for someone, it should be poor Sophia. And anyways, I'm really not that afraid of Sebastien anymore. He's just a coward."
Sebastien
Seb was on his way home, when his phone vibrated and he decided, the night was young. And he wasn't gonna let those faggots ruin his weekend. Who did they think they were?! He texted Natalie back.
Sebastien was waiting on his bed, just browsing the internet on his laptop, when a light knock was heard, and the door opened. He smiled as he saw Natalie walk in.
"Hey baby." He said. Her head snapped up from her phone, and he could see the worried expression on her face and his heart sped up. Did she know? No, of course not. She didn't even know Sophia. Or David and Pierre for that matter, so how would she find out. He had to play it cool.
"Oh, hey." She said smiling, then quickly turning back to her text message. She finished it quickly, then shoved her phone in her pocket and climbed sideways onto Sebastien's lap, who had his legs stretched out in front of him, as he moved his laptop and wrapped his arms around her.
"Something wrong?" He asked cautiously. No, not cautiously. What did he have to be afraid of? She didn't know.
"Oh no, it's nothing. It's not me, it's my friend. She's been dating this guy for a few weeks. She didn't want to tell me who it was until it got more serious, and she just found out he's been cheating on her. She doesn't know what to do." She said, her mouth tilting up crookedly as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to read a new text message from the girl. Sebastien didn't really care about the story, until something hit him. What did she just say? Yes... she did just say that. Fuck. Natalie and Sophia... were friends. His pulse raced.
"Oh wow... that sucks..." He said nervously, his mind racing to find something to say that might put him in the clear. Of course, he didn't really care about either of them, but if this got out... his reputation would be shot.
"Yeah, fucking right that sucks. WHAT AN ASS HOLE. Honestly, how can somebody do that? If you're gonna go out with somebody, you should do it because you care about them and if you fucking care about them THEY should be enough for you. If I ever find out who he is, I'll fucking kill him." Natalie ranted, and even though Seb knew she was just blowing off steam, he was scared. This was going to get out one way or another. He was screwed.
"Um... is she saying who the guy is?" he asked cautiously.
Pierre
Pierre wanted to take his alarm clock and throw it out a window as it beeped, telling him and David it was time for school Monday morning. But he couldn't. They really did have to get up and go to school. "Uggggggh." David groaned as he rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. This made Pierre a little happier to have to wake up. David was so adorable when he was tired. Pierre wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, who now had his back to him and put his mouth to his ear. "David..." He said smiling, amused at the reaction David always had to early mornings. "Go awaaaaaaaay." David grumbled, but Pierre knew he didn't mean it. He laughed. "Baby, come on, we have to go to school." He said, unable to hide the smile in his voice. David promptly pulled the pillow off of his face and turned his body so he was lying on his back, Pierre's arm wrapped around his stomach, and looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "I hate you." He said, bluntly and seriously.
Pierre responded with a wide smile. "I know." He said, placing a loving kiss on David's lips, who closed his eyes and smiled back.
Eventually, Pierre had gotten David out of bed and they were standing in front of Pierre's locker, talking (as friends of course) before class started. Sophia was standing beside them but not for any reason besides her locker was only two down from Pierre's. She was about to close it when Pierre saw Sebastien walking up to them with his arm around the other girl... Natalie. But Seb walked right past them to approach Sophia, who was still facing her locker, trying to get her stubborn lock to shut. Pierre and David exchanged a look and silently came to an agreement to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Natalie was the first to speak, to Sophia's back. "Hey Soph... I hope you're doing okay." She said sympathetically. What did that mean? Was Natalie being sarcastic? Rubbing her being with Seb in Sophia's face?
"Yeah I mean, it's kind of-" Sophia started but she stopped in her tracks, mouth hanging open when she turned around. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She said loudly. Almost a yell, but not quite. The look on her face was shock, anger, confusion, hurt, and disgust all combined into one as she glanced back and forth between Sebastien and Natalie.
A confused look crossed Natalie's face, quickly followed by one of understanding. "Oh right! Haha, I almost forgot. Sophia, this is Sebastien, that guy I was telling you about. We're official." She said shrugging her shoulders and smiling widely, clearly expecting a positive reaction from her friend. Pierre now understood fully what was going on. And he knew what Natalie didn't, which told him something big was about to happen.
"Oh yeah? Well I'm fucking ECSTATIC for you Nat!" Sophia spat, and Pierre could tell it was taking all of her self control not to rip Natalie's hair out right there. "OH BY THE FUCKING WAY," she continued loudly. "THERE'S SOMEONE I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET TOO. NATALIE, THIS IS SEBASTIEN. THAT GUY THAT CHEATED ON ME THAT YOU SAID YOU'D KILL. YEAH, AWKARD EH?" she said now yelling. Natalie's features creased in as she looked from Sebastien, back to Sophia with pure disgust. Then she started her own yelling rant.
"WOW. SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE THAT FUCKING DESPERATE THAT YOU WOULD ACTUALLY GO AFTER YOUR BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND AND THEN CLAIM IT'S HIM CHEATING?! YOU FUCKING SLUT." Natalie said, shoving Sophia hard against the locker. And that was all it took. It all happened so fast, but before he knew it, Pierre had seen hair pulling, punching, shoving, and was now staring at Sophia pinning down Natalie slapping her wildly in the face and pulling at her hair while Natalie pulled Sophia's head down at an awkward angle by her hair. Pierre looked at Sebastien to see if he was even going to try to stop it, but all he saw was a sick smirk on Seb's face and a bulge growing in his pants. Suddenly Sophia ripped her head from Natalie's grip, and drew her fist back. And just as she was about to give Natalie a brutal blow to the face, she was ripped from the ground by a teacher, and Natalie was held back by another. Pierre looked around to see quite the crowd had gathered. He didn't pay attention to much after that. Basically, the girls were dragged to the principal's office, and the crowd faded, and he knew this would be the talk of the school for at least the rest of the day.
David
David had just finished his second class. He was supposed to meet Pierre in the cafeteria, but he wanted to go to the washroom first. He only knew where one washroom was, and it was on the third floor, where nobody would be since they were all eating lunch. So he walked up the two flights of stairs, and was casually walking down the hallway, thankful for the peace and quiet, and was about to pass a side-hall when someone from inside it grabbed his shirt and pulled him there, nailing him to the wall with their forearm on his chest. David gasped loudly and looked up into the eyes of the person to see something he should have suspected from the beginning. Sebastien. David's eyes were wide and he could already feel fear drawing tears to them.
"LISTEN TO ME YOU FUCKING QUEER." Sebastien started in a stern, angry whisper. David couldn't bring himself to speak, so he would do just that. Listen. "I FUCKING GO OUT OF MY WAY TO KEEP YOUR DISGUSTING LITTLE SECRET AND YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO JUST GO AROUND FUCKING UP MINE?! NO. IT'S NOT OKAY. NOW I COULD POUND YOUR FACE IN RIGHT NOW, BUT I KNOW YOUR LITTLE BOYFRIEND WOULD COME AFTER ME. SO I'LL GET YOU BACK IN THE WAY YOU DESERVE. ENJOY YOU'RE PRIVACY. COME TOMORROW, THE WHOLE TOWN'S GONNA KNOW ABOUT THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN AND THE MAGGOT AND WHAT THEY REALLY DO WHEN THEY'RE WORKING ON THAT LITTLE PROJECT." Sebastien finished, releasing David from the wall and walking away. David's knees buckled beneath him and he just sat in a crumpled ball on the floor, sobbing.