AHOY PEEPS!
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Love, Ryan
THAT SEXY DAMN FUCKER CHAPTER TWO
Levi's eyes were suddenly wide open, as he stared into those of Tommy.
He licked his lips...and shook his head, in sheer amazement.
"Why do you have to be so God damn beautiful..." he whispered, his right hand reaching upwards and cupping Tommy's cheek, before he leaned down...
...and placed his lips on those of his sworn enemy.
For a second, Tommy didn't quite know what was happening...
I mean he KNEW, but it was like his brain was stopping him from registering what was going on around him and just WHAT Levi was busy doing.
For God's sake, this was the one dude that he hated beyond anything imaginable! From day one, both himself and the guy that he was now busy KISSING never could even STAND each other!
KISSING...Jesus Christ, Levi Carter was kissing him.
His lips on his...searching for, near God damn demanding any sign of immediate entry into his mouth.
This was the very first time that he had come anywhere CLOSE To being this intimate with another boy, and he was sure that it had to be for Levi as well.
His brain started functioning again, it seemed...
...before he pulled himself away from Levi, pushing the drunken boy away from him with all his might.
Tommy gasped for breath as he realized just how shaky Levi now was, being in his current state, that the lanky, tall dude just tumbled over where he was, and by so doing, accidently thumped his back against the sofa, and hard at that.
God knows, he so desperately wanted to run over towards Levi and to try and help him, more out of sheer guilt at what he had just done, more than anything else, but WHAT just happened stood like a giant Berlin wall between them...
...leaving Tommy as well as Levi frozen in fear, shock and morbid confusion.
"What...did you do that for?" Levi murmured, still slurring his words, as he tried to get up, but his limbs were way too intoxicated, way too relaxed, and therefore he simply fell promptly down onto his back, and looked upwards at the one guy on the team which he never could STAND...from the very first moment that he had met him.
Tommy's sixteen-year-old teenage chest heaved with panic, his eyes absolutely everywhere...it had been a couple of weeks since he had his last panic attack...and he prayed to whoever was Up there, that he could be spared not to have one right fucking now...in here.
Not in Levi Carter's house of all places.
He tried to clear his throat and tried to focus on one subject, bringing his breathing under control, using the techniques that Coach Jenkins and himself had worked on for several years. There was no money for his parents to actually get him some professional help and thank God that Coach knew that, and sought to teach Tommy how to control and how to overcome these rapid attacks himself.
"You okay? You seem...weird..." came the drunken response downwards from the living room carpet.
Tommy took one final deep breath, before he leaned down and grabbed his backpack, which had fallen to the floor when Levi had...well, when he had decided to fucking kiss him.
"Yeah...I'm good. Just good. I'm gonna probably go now...I just...yeah, I just wanted to come and check on you, because of the...you know...stories going around that you had gotten sick at school and we have another swim meet on Friday and...well, that's why I..." Tommy stuttered as he forced his eyes away from Levi himself, in trying to get his emotions completely under control.
HE KISSED YOU! HE...FUCKING...KISSED YOU!
Levi managed to, incredibly actually, stand up, holding onto the sofa for good measure, before he blinked a few times, looking directly at Tommy, as he did so.
"Did we...did I...?" he softly whispered, his voice so raw and so low that Tommy hardly could make out what he was actually saying. His eyes were still everywhere around the small, filthy apartment, but it would NOT settle on Levi himself.
"Did we what? I came in and you were drunk as a skunk and now I'm heading home..."
"FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...Jesus, I swear if you tell anyone about this..." Levi paused as he stumbled over towards Tommy and pulled the boy towards him by the collar of his school shirt.
Tommy, not seeing any of this coming, allowed his upper body to be dragged towards Levi and suddenly...incredibly, they were eyeball, to eyeball yet again, just like they were mere moments ago.
Tommy swallowed slowly as his eyes flickered all over Levi's facial features...not that he had any other choice, when them being as close in proximity as they were...and not for the first time however, he realized that the boy wasn't half ugly, by any means.
He could totally understand why the dude was so popular with the girls back at school, and why all the boys in their grade, near damn worshipped him. He shook his head, grabbed Levi's hand and RIPPED it as quickly as possible, from his person, before he swung his bag over his shoulder, staring at Levi with DAGGERS in his eyes.
"What the fucking hell are you playing at? Are you that wasted that you would fucking KISS me? Why are you always making a nuisance of yourself over at MY GIRLFRIEND these days if you are actually GAY?" he shouted, as loud as he could, trying his best to deflect the fact that he too, didn't do anything whatsoever to stop Levi when he had kissed him.
Levi's fists balled up and he seemed like he could punch Tommy lights out at any given moment, a fire ignited inside his blue eyes the very second that Tommy had said THAT WORD...but he forced himself to actually sober up as much as he could, before he raised his finger, pointing it straight at the boy before him.
"OH PLEASE...I was drunk out of my fucking mind; I would have kissed the God damn pot plant if it had a pulse! Don't fucking get things twisted here, Fox, I'm not a fucking faggot!" he hissed towards Tommy.
Tommy rolled his eyes in furious response.
"Wait, you think I am? I have a girlfriend, if you didn't get the fucking memo!" he cried out, his lanky teenage frame ready to attack at any given moment.
Levi smirked as he reached upwards and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh, I know you have a girlfriend...the beautiful, sexy Veronique...who needs a fucking REAL man in her life..."
"CARTER, I swear to GOD!"
"You'll what?"
Levi and Tommy's eyes were refusing to move from the other, as if both boys were literally sizing each other up, as for the position of the ultimate alpha male between them. Finally, after several seconds had passed, it was Tommy, who finally shook his head and walked towards the front door.
"Lose the fight, so you just walk out on me? Fucking coward!" he heard Levi shouted after him, but he couldn't do this anymore, he had to get the hell out of there, before he did something to Levi Carter that would probably end up landing him in jail.
As he left the apartment, he got out of the complex as quickly as possible, thank God, the dodgy ass guys that he had seen when he had arrived were no longer around, and he visibly relaxed as he left the building, hastily making his way home.
His chest was heaving with the speed that he was using to actually get to his destination, he had chosen to make this detour to Levi's house, knowing FULL WELL that his parents weren't gonna be able to come and fetch him from school. His lungs felt as if they were on fucking fire...he swore that he never even had gotten a work out such as this, when they Coach had them doing several laps in the pool before a big meet.
When he finally arrived home, he immediately realized that neither of his parents were home, and for once he actually was glad, to be honest...
God knows that he needed time alone to deal with everything that had happened that afternoon. Opening up the fridge, like only a teenage boy could after a long day at school, he sighed as he noticed there was no Coke Zero in there...only for him to reach for the water and taking huge gulps to fill his dry, thirsty gullet.
A little bit of the water spilled onto the floor below him and he sighed as he reached for the dishcloth to clean it up.
"Fuck...FUCK! Why did I let him KISS me?" he murmured out loud, before he placed the water back in the fridge, the dishcloth back in the clean basin, and plonked himself down on the coach, half way reaching for the TV remote, before he stopped and laid back on the couch in sheer silence.
It was deafening to say the least.
He reached for his phone and started to type a message to Veronique.
His girlfriend.
Yeah, remember her? He wasn't gay! He had a girlfriend! Who he LOVED!
Just...keep remembering and saying that over and over...it would make everything go away.
He tried to focus on typing the message, but he kept making several typo's as he continued, finally throwing his phone down angrily on the couch next to him as it was finally sent through.
Tommy closed his eyes and tried his level best to think of Veronique, as he had always imagined her in his excited, horny teenage, mind...naked before him...with her legs spread...he could literally always SEE himself diving in to her divine teenage pussy, getting his wet tongue into her depts, good and proper, giving her the orgasm of her life as he could pleasure her with his yearning need...
But all that he could see now...all that he could FEEL and RELIEVE right now...
...was Levi Carter's lips on his, in that dodgy little apartment of theirs.
Jesus.
Tommy reached down and realized that this dick was hard, which was understandable as he was just now thinking about his naked girlfriend.
Sure, that was it.
He gripped his steel hard sixteen-year-old phallus, his eyes rolling back in their sockets at the feel-good feelings that was emanating from the hard young meat, but to his shock, he also realized that he wasn't thinking of Veronique at ALL now...
...oh no...
...he groaned out his immense frustration as he sunk back onto the coach, his back hurting as he continued to slide all the way down so that he was fully stretched out, legs and all. He gripped his dick as he tried his hardest, pun intended, to get the image of Levi Carter out of his mind.
It wasn't even what he could SEE in his mind's eye, it was way more what he could FEEL that was making his cock as hard as it had ever been, and being a teenage boy, that was taking some fucking doing.
Gasping for breath as he started to masturbate his young dick, his eyes in utter shock as he realized what he was busy doing, operating sorely on auto pilot, he felt...as he pleasured himself to every extent possible, his hard teen boy penis stretching upwards towards the heavens at its full six-inch capacity. He hissed as he shook his head in complete and utter denial, as if he wanted to PROVE to himself that he was hard because of Veronique, and ONLY her.
Once more just as he felt he had totally overcome the WRATH of earlier that afternoon, it came back like fucking moths to a flame, as he cried out in complete exhaustion, allowing the image of Levi Carter to completely dominate his mental state.
Of course, over the time that they had known and HATED each other, he had noticed that Levi had a good body...a real swimmer's body to boot, tall and lanky, with his jet-black hair ALWAYS on fucking point, never mind how he tried to mess it up in the pool.
Tommy previously fucking HATED that.
Now it was making his dick drool copious amounts of cock snot faster than you could say BUSTED.
That pretense was so done right now, it wasn't even remotely funny.
Gone were the images of Veronique...the girl that he loved with all his heart...
...and in their place, was vivid pictures, memories...and SNIPPITS of Levi's lips on his own, kissing him for all that he was worth.
Tommy opened his eyes...and no kidding...his dick was hard as hard could be. All because of Levi Fucking Carter.
"What the hell am I doing...this is nuts..." he whispered as he continued to jack his dick, pulling his loose foreskin from his cockhead, time and time again, watching the flaring piss slit appear and vanish over and over like mist from the summer's rays.
His balls were tightening against his groin.
Tommy tried ONE more time to fight it...even pictured himself PLOWING into Veronique's pussy with his steel hard phallus, but it would just NOT materialize.
All that he could see...all that he could FEEL...all that he WANTED...
...was Levi.
His cock had enough.
With Levi's name hissing through his teeth, Tommy Fox came, like he had never cum ever before in his young, teenage life.
His heart was pounding in his chest, his hand was nothing but a blur onto his raw, abused teenage cock, as the young fuck machine produced globs and globs of virile sixteen-year-old sperm, he would swear there was enough to feed a small county. If he had fucked all of THAT into some girl's pussy this afternoon, he would have surely fathered triplets.
Jesus.
Coming down from his orgasmic high, his right hand as well as his lower groin absolutely DRENCHED in his ball juices, he quickly tried to catch his breath, because THIS is what he was afraid of, the entire time that he had jerked off to thoughts of Levi Carter in his mind...
...he was scared to death that he could have gotten another panic attack, after he had cum.
Thank God, he didn't and even worse...if his parents were to walk into their living room and would to see THIS!
Tommy reached over towards the coffee table next to the couch, and grabbed a few of the tissues that his mom had always insisted to have out "for the guests in our home" before he messily tried to get rid of the evidence that he had ever masturbated in here, something which he hadn't done since he was a fucking pre-teen just discovering that his penis was to be used for way more that just pissing out of.
He sighed and got dressed in his normal, every day clothes, throwing what he had been wearing at school in the wash, after checking for any residue of cum stains that might have dripped on here, and luckily that wasn't the case.
He sat down on the coach once more, before he switched the TV on, and immediately he changed the channel to the Olympic Games, where the various swimming events was now taking place.
Something was wrong...something had happened to him this afternoon that he never, in his life, could have an explanation for.
He frantically looked at the each and every one of the male swimmers, all semi naked in their attire to take part in their various races and meets...
...but there was nothing.
No attraction to any of them, whatsoever!
And whilst he could appreciate, as a fellow swimmer, that literally ALL of their bodies were sculpted and built as fuck...there was no ATTRACTION! No WANTING to actually...you know...DO anything with them!
He scratched the back of his head, and thought back how Levi's lips felt when they came down on his.
It wasn't...the worst kiss that he ever had. Granted, he only had Veronique and her own kissing prowess to go on, but...it wasn't awful.
Not at all, actually.
And the things that Levi had said to him...fucking hell.
"You don't realize how sexy you are..."
"Why do you have to be so God damn beautiful"
"I can't stop thinking about you, and it's fucking KILLING me"
That could NOT have just been the alcohol talking. Even Tommy knew that.
How the hell do they go forward from this? How to they just...ignore what happened this afternoon?
And even worse...
...how the hell did he wanna ignore the fact, that when he came...when his orgasm hit just now...
...that it wasn't Veronique who he was thinking of.
That it wasn't Veronique's name that he cried out of his desperate, wrenching throat.
It was Levi's.
**
The following day at school, the two boys could have just as well have been invisible in either's eyes because they went through extreme lengths in trying to avoid the other.
The only times when they would even as much as look at the other was when they absolutely HAD to, in class, or even after school when they would meet up with Coach Jenkins for their daily swimming practices. As previously stated, there was another huge meet coming up at the weekend, where they would come up against some of the province's best schools when it came to swimming.
A day before the meet however, Tommy and his dad had a major fall out over the costs of the whole event, because it was way more than what the Fox family could actually afford to spend on something like this, at such a crucial part of the month. Tommy tried to reason with his dad, tried his best to tell him that this wasn't just a fucking HOBBY, this was his LIFE! If he could get a scholarship out of all of this, it would have been WORTH it!
"Dad, I will pay you back every cent one day when I make it big, please just try and understand!" he cried out as for a moment it seemed that he wouldn't be able to join the rest of the team on the tour, the way that his father had been acting all this time.
Bernard Fox sighed as he sat down in his favourite chair, and looked up at his wife in complete and utter frustration.
"Thomas, I don't quite think you know what you're asking," he said slowly, and Tommy's heart literally SUNK inside his young chest, because the only time when his father called him by his full name, was when whatever topic it was, was serious as hell.
"Dad..."
"Tommy, I think you might have to sit this one out this time, it's the twentieth of the month, who the hell around here still has money to spend on school tours?" Bernard shouted out, his eyes bloodshot and red, whilst his wife, Jo-Anne Fox, gently placed her arm around the shoulders of her shaking son.
"Tommy, if this was any other time of the month but Dad can't afford it right now...I can't afford to send you either! We have already phoned Coach Jenkins and asked him over for tonight..."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Tommy shrieked, standing upwards so damn quickly that he nearly ripped his mother's arm out of her socket.
"We have to discuss this with him too, Tommy! He has done so much for you..." his father started to say but Tommy was having NONE of it.
"Haven't you guys humiliated me enough? I am literally the only kid on the team whose parents are NEVER there to watch him when we compete! Friends are one thing, but I need you guys there as well! This is my life we're talking about and OH MY GOD...now Coach knows about all this as well?" Tommy groaned, burying his face inside the palms of his hands as he did so.
Jo-Anne wiped away a few tears from her eyes before she walked over towards her husband and sat down beside him, taking his hand and softly squeezed it.
"Tommy, if we give you the money to go on the tour tomorrow, there won't be any left to buy the full amount of electricity units for next month...which probably means we will run out of power before the end of it. Giving you that money would mean you would have to eat...mere slices of bread with butter, probably every second or third evening...and you know as well as I do, my boy, that you cannot perform in the pool on that alone. It would also mean, no soft drinks...no going to parties, no attending anything else that would cost money. Are you going to be okay with that?"
Tommy's hands slowly balled into fists as he heard his mother speaking loud and clear. He really hated himself for the thoughts that was now so running rent-free through his mind, but he was a teenage boy, one who right now, couldn't have his way...there was always going to be someone else to fucking blame.
Why didn't his parents have money like all the other parents at school did? Why did THEY have to be poor? Why was money even an issue for them, when it so clearly wasn't to literally ANYONE else at school?
For just a brief moment, the filthy image of Levi's apartment flashed through his eyes...and suddenly he couldn't help but to wonder just how Levi was paying for all of this? They were clearly even in more dire straights than the Fox family were!
He nodded and closed his eyes, in total and utter defeat.
"Okay, I get what you're saying. Dad...that lady that you know at your job...the one that you said needed a cleaner for her husband's offices after school...is that job still available?"
Bernard Fox frowned as he slowly nodded, in thought.
"Of course I do, but you said that you couldn't afford to miss even a single minute of practice before..."
"Well, I am just going to HAVE to, won't I? I'll tell Coach tomorrow that I will only be able to attend swimming practice three times a week from now on, and if it suits the woman, I'll work at the offices on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. We can't go through this every meet that comes up, Dad. I'm sorry, but swimming is the ONLY thing that matters to me, and if I can't do that...I'm screwed!" Tommy said miserably, as he reached for his phone, and texted the Coach that he would be able to go to on the tour after all.
**
Tommy sighed as he realized that neither Coach Jenkins, or the rest of his teammates had arrived yet in waiting for the bus that would take them to the meet...
...all except for Levi Fucking Carter, who was leaning ever so casually against the wall of the school building, scrolling through something on his phone.
God, he just HAD to be early, didn't he?
Tommy swallowed slowly, and looked around nervously...Levi hadn't noticed that he was here yet.
Perhaps...Jesus, the last thing he now wanted to do was to be alone with the dude who had kissed him and what's worse...the dude who he had totally blown a massive load over just a few days ago.
He stared at Levi from where he was standing...obviously far enough not to be seen. He sighed as his eyes flickered over the tall, lanky boy's exterior. He hated to admit it, but Levi looked good. He looked, very, very good. He was wearing blue shorts, along with a white tank top, as well as a pair of shades which had been neatly tucked into his shirt...and whatever he was seeing or reading on his phone was making him smirk just the right amount of make him look even more sexier than he usually was.
For a second, Tommy looked upwards to the heavens, as if he was searching for any sort of answer...as to why this was happening. He had heard and read several stories online before about kids his age and even younger who had ALWAYS thought that they were straight as an arrow...before suffering an EPIPHANY of sorts, meeting someone of their own gender who would COMPLETELY pull the heterosexual rug from underneath them and allowing them to doubt everything about themselves that they thought they knew.
He never really judged gay people...he just didn't KNOW anyone personally who was...like that. But he didn't think it was wrong, per say. You were born the way you were and that was that.
BUT...WHY HIM?
He had Veronique...who he loved and adored beyond comprehension, even going against his parents' wishes to remain in a relationship with the girl. He thought she was his forever.
Once again, the feeling of Levi Carter's lips on his own wandered through his mind.
He would be the world's biggest liar if he didn't admit that it FELT GOOD.
And that...JESUS...he wouldn't mind to kiss Levi again.
His phone ringing broke his train of thought, and it also revealed to Levi that there was someone nearby.
"FUCK" Tommy hissed underneath his breath, and seeing that it was his mother, he rolled his eyes and answered.
"WHAT?" he whispered, immediately regretting the way he had spoken to her.
"Wow...Thomas Bernard Fox, don't you DARE even talk to me like that again! I just wanted to know if you were okay and if you guys were on your way yet, but clearly, I shouldn't have bothered!" his mother screamed into the phone, and he closed his eyes as he heard the pain inside her voice.
"Mom! GEEZ! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think...we're still at school, the others are running late. I'll call you when we get there okay? I love you," he meekly offered, before he placed his phone back inside the pockets of his jeans.
Well...Levi had seen him.
Might as well go over there and talk to him...FUCKING HELL, where on earth were Coach and the others?
"Hey," he offered a faint greeting as he saw Levi locking eyes with him, as he dropped his baggage next to him and placed crossed his arms.
Levi took a look at Tommy, before he looked back to his phone.
"Hey," was all that he was giving back.
Can someone say AWKWARD MUCH?
A couple of minutes passed, and neither boy had said anything other than "hey" to the other, before Levi sighed and placed his phone away in his back pack.
"That's the fucking thing with a crap phone...the battery never lasts," he muttered to no one in particular, with Tommy sniffing as he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I don't dare ask for a better one myself, there is just never any money for it," he said as quietly as he could.
Levi looked over at Tommy, and he shrugged his shoulders.
"At least you don't have to live in the actual Sodom and Gomorrah like I have to," he replied.
Tommy smirked softly, and walked slowly over to where Tommy was standing.
"It's a fucking roof over your head...there are literally homeless people everywhere!" he answered back, but made sure that Levi could see that he meant so malice by it.
Levi shook his head and smirked right back.
"What are we even doing right now...this is ridiculous, dude. I know we were never friends to fucking begin with, but at least we never ignored each other!"
Tommy giggled as he felt a literal WEIGHT being lifted off from his chest from Levi's words.
"We also never kissed each other before..." he whispered, shaking as he did so.
Levi's face fell, and for a moment Tommy thought that he had totally said the wrong thing, but then Levi turned towards him, and looked in straight in the eye.
"You know, Tommy...wait, can I call you Tommy? I'm so used to thinking of you as LOSER..."
"Hey, watch it, jackass!" Tommy automatically replied, and suddenly it was like nothing had ever happened.
The teenage bantering back and forth were actually helping with getting the sexual tensions over and done with, and to help ease what they were concerned about. Funny enough. Go figure.
Levi sunk down to his knees besides his luggage and stared at nothing in particular.
"I just...I want you to know...look, Tommy, I'm not...I'm not gay."
Tommy's eyes widened as he heard Levi's words.
"Wait, do you think that I am? Dude, I actually got a girlfriend, and you were the one who kissed me!"
Levi winced as Tommy finished, and he weakly ran his fingers through his jet-black hair...an action to which Tommy's dick lunged with inside his boxers, in seeing happening. There was no explanation...none! His heart fluttered as he saw the pain etched on Levi's handsome face.
"I did. I fucking cannot get that out of my mind and saying that it was the alcohol is not gonna fly this time...because I saw it in your eyes too, man. And I'm fucking sober right now."
Looking around nervously before he did so, Tommy silently sat down next to Levi, pulled up his knees and bended his arms around both of his limbs, before blowing out some much-needed breath.
"I didn't stop you either, dude. I should have stopped you. But...I just couldn't once we...you know..." he muttered under his breath.
Levi sighed and picked up a stray pebble that was laying on the concrete ground, before playfully throwing it straight at Tommy.
"Dude, I dunno about you, but I have never felt like this before...all my life I have been into babes...I...I mean, I lost my virginity to a girl, and it was the best night of my fucking life! But then last year, I met you. And you were so God damn irritating and so rude and you just BLEW ME OFF when I wanted to congratulate you for beating me in the race, you remember?"
Tommy smiled as he once more saw Levi's shocked face in his mind's eye, when he blatantly flipped him off, in order to get to Veronique and his parents, who had attended the meet that afternoon. How times change...he literally couldn't remember when he last thought if Veronique in a sexual way...if he was brutally honest...
...not even once after what had occurred in Levi's apartment.
"I did that and I want you to know that normally, I'm an easy-going type of guy, man. I was on such a fucking high that day, because we nearly lost to you guys. And then I beat you, and it was just...hello sugar rush, or something. I never did say sorry for the way that I treated you...and then you transferred here and you were just SUCH a JERK and you fucking flirted with my girl and everything..."
Levi giggled as he playfully buried his face in his hands.
"Yeah...not my fucking finest moment, I can tell you that! The girl gave me one look and fucking looked anorexic. Look, Tommy..."
"Yeah?" Tommy whispered.
Levi frowned before he shook his head.
"I honestly dunno why...I mean I...I dunno what to do about this. I look at you and...you're just so...fucking perfect and so fucking sexy and sometimes I honestly forget that you are a DUDE because I have always thought these kinds of things about GIRLS...but then I fucking wake up and I see you in your swim suit at school and...I dunno what to DO here, man!" he sadly replied.
Both of them received messages on their phones, almost simultaneously it seemed.
"Coach is on his way, he has gone to pick up the others, as well as Jason...what! Coach has made him team manager! ONCE! That's so great, so he's coming too!" Tommy said, happy as fuck that his best friend in the whole world would still have a place on the team, even though it would not be as a swimmer himself.
Levi stood up, before he reached down and stretched out his hand towards Tommy.
Tommy stared at Levi's hand for a few moments, before he pursed his lips and took the boy's hand inside his own.
It was like MAGIC had spread through both young boys at the mere touch and contact of skin on skin...both boys could see what they were feeling in the reflections of the other, as they experienced the sheer RUSH of sexual electricity STORMING through them in a manner which they had NEVER had felt before.
Tommy licked his lips...and once more he realized just how beautiful Levi Carter really was.
"Tom..." Levi started to say, but the former cut him off straight away.
"Dude, I don't think we should allow...whatever this is to continue...I really don't, because I'm straight and I love Veronique more than I actually love my life, so...and I think that neither of us wants to be labelled around this town as a couple of faggots, right?" he said softly, reluctantly letting go or Levi's hand.
Levi swallowed slowly as his eyes flickered across Tommy's handsome face, but he eventually nodded, just as Coach was pulling up towards them with the school bus.
"Don't worry...we ain't gonna talk about this again," he murmured, taking out his shades from his shirt, and placing them solemnly over his eyes.
In his young heart, Tommy felt as if something had just BROKEN inside his hands, he honestly didn't think that they would ACT on whatever the hell it was, that they were feeling, ever again, but in actually SAYING it...making it REAL...and so FINAL...
...was hurting and upsetting him way more than it fucking should have done.
He had to sort this. This insane...fucking attraction that he was feeling towards Levi.
Even if that meant he had to spend every living moment with Veronique when they returned on Sunday afternoon, so be it.
**
As they arrived at their destination, both boys subconsciously thought it was better to just mix with other people and keep out of each other's way. Which was absolutely no surprise to anyone, because everyone thought that Tommy and Levi couldn't stand each other. There was that, at least.
The school which hosted the meet arranged for a massive BBQ to be done, where the kids of the various schools could meet up and get to know each other.
Every once in a while, Tommy found his eyes drifting over and searching for that of Levi's...several times that evening in fact. He was he one that said whatever was happening between them should be nipped right in the bud before it went any further, but he just couldn't help it.
For the life of him, he couldn't forget how GOOD it felt to feel the boy's lips on his. He couldn't get him out of his fucking mind, it nearly drove him to lock himself in his room until the following morning. His heart warmed up feverishly as he saw how popular, as always, Levi was even with kids that he had just met that evening...it was just who Levi was.
If things didn't get started off so badly between them, they might have been good friends, that was the part that hurt Tommy the most.
"You're quiet as hell, are you feeling sick? Dude, the meet is tomorrow!" Jason hissed towards his best friend as he realized for the utmost time that night, that something was not quite normal with Tommy.
Tommy just shrugged his shoulders and said that he was okay, nervous about his parents paying all this money to actually get him here...he had to say SOMETHING, and that at least was a good enough excuse.
As always when Jason was still on the team, Coach had arranged for him and Tommy to share a room, which the latter was very grateful for. As they bumped fists and said good night, Tommy curled up in his bed and thought for a moment how Jason would react if he ever told him that he was sexually attracted to another boy.
BOY...not boys!
Let's just get THAT straight! Pun intended.
But seriously...he and Jase has known each other for years...he never ONCE felt anything remotely as strong for his BFF than what he did for Levi. Was it just the person? Not the gender, in this case?
He closed his eyes, but all that he could see was Levi Fucking Carter before him.
Levi's stunningly handsome face...his entire features lighting up like a sheer fire cracker every single time that he laughed or even just smirked at someone...his classic swimmer's physique and lanky body...and his lips on his own that felt OUT OF THIS WORLD...
He was never gonna win his heats tomorrow if he didn't get some much-needed sleep, that was for sure.
Levi was the last thing he thought of when he fell asleep, and the first thing he thought of when he opened his eyes several hours later.
Grabbing his phone, he was a little more than hurt as he realized that the last message from Veronique that she had sent him, was when they had first arrived...and nothing since.
His eyes widened as he groaned silently, realizing at the same time, that he never bothered messaging her either. He ALWAYS sent her a good night meme of even a GIF that he found on WhatsApp, knowing how much she liked those little things.
For a while, he kept staring at his sleeping bestie in the bed next to him...yet again wondering whether or not he should confide in Jason over what was happening between him and Levi. The fact that Levi felt the same way...the fact that BOTH of them were seemingly stuck with the same problem, was frightening to say the least.
All the kids taking part in the meet was pouring into the gymnasium for a well-deserved breakfast, before the meet would properly begin around ten a clock in the morning.
Coach Jenkins pulled his team of swimmers together in a group huddle, and OF COURSE as luck would fucking have it, Tommy and Levi were SQUASHED together as Coach made his speech.
"Okay boys, this is it! We have trained hard, we have trained our asses off, now let's SHOW them what FREEDOM HIGH really means to us! GO AND GET THEM!" he cried out, his heart totally on his sleave, which was why the kids had so much respect for the big man.
Tommy easily won his first-round heat, as did Levi, both finishing in times what would make any sponsors out there sit up and take notice.
Levi hesitated as he finished getting out of the pool, streams of water cascading down his lanky, muscled body as he walked past Tommy, who did nothing more than give him a slight smile. Levi slyly winked at his former nemesis, leaving Tommy with a pumping heart and a raging hard dick to boot.
Dressed in only skimpy swimming attire, he had quite a stew going on.
So far, both the boys had been kept apart in competing together, as the semi finals were drawn in the individual races, meaning they wouldn't swim against each other just yet. Levi surprisingly came second in his race, furiously slamming the water in frustration as he knew he could and SHOULD have won against the quality of who he was racing with.
Tommy, in turn, emphatically touched the wall first in his own race, coming in as the winner, and setting the best time for the Final, where both boys from Freedom High would be racing together for the ultimate win.
Coach smiled a shit-eating grin at them as they were waiting with all the other finalists for the race to be announced, as he signaled at them to join him at the pool side.
"Boys...I don't wanna get your hopes up, but I've heard both your names mentioned by the sponsors...if you can give a stunning performance in the final...perhaps one of you even winning it, there just may be a chance for you to go to university in just a couple of years! They're even talking of sponsoring some kids for the remainder of their time left at school! Just...I know both your circumstances is not ideal...so just GO FOR IT, okay? Make the best of this opportunity! I'll be seeing you both at the end," Coach said defiantly, fist bumping both of his star swimmers, as he made his way back to the pavilion.
Levi grinned at Tommy for a quick moment, before his eyes widened...and his entire facial features just seemed to DROP...from where they were as giddy and hopeful before, they were immediately full of fear and nervousness.
"Dude, you okay?" Tommy asked, and out of sheer teenage curiosity, he turned around to where Levi's eyes were apparently being NAILED on to, before he realized just who Levi was looking at.
"It's...it's my dad..." came the soft reply from Levi, so soft and so morbid that Tommy nearly didn't hear him over the sheer velocity coming from inside the aquatics center.
Tommy's mind flew back towards the day that he went to see Levi at his tiny apartment, and the state the place was in...the mere fact that Levi had to sleep on a mattress in the corner of the living room...
"Dude, be glad he actually came to see you! I wish my folks could be here," he started to say, but Levi shook his head, before he swallowed slowly, and suddenly grabbed Tommy's arm.
"Not here, bathroom or somewhere, any where..." he muttered before he pulled Tommy with him.
As they entered the toilets, Levi quickly made sure that there was no one else present, before he again, as it was now so kin to him, as he always did when he was nervous, he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, only for the clean strands to flop back over his forehead once more.
"Tommy...I...I just..." he whispered...walking up and down from the one side of the room to the next, before Tommy finally grabbed his arm and rendered him back to reality.
"LEVI! Get a grip, we're supposed to be swimming against each other in a few minutes!" he hissed towards his teammate, who nodded feverishly as if his entire life depended on it.
"Tommy...look, I literally have no fucking right asking this...look, I need you to...I need you to..."
"Need me to fucking WHAT?"
Levi swallowed, and he closed his eyes, looking a mere shadow of his normally fully confidant self.
"Tommy please, I really need you...not to win this race...I need you to let ME win, please! I fucking beg you!"
Tommy stood back; his mouth wide open...his hands shaking with what he had just heard.
"Wait...wait a fucking second...you want me to CHEAT? To LET you win?" he croaked out of his dry throat as hoarse as he possibly could.
Levi sighed.
"Dude, my fucking dad is out there...if I lose this...have you never fucking wondered why you found me DRUNK that afternoon? My dad...he has such high standards...and he will...he will not like it if I won't win this! Please Tommy...I'm fucking BEGGING you here!"
Tommy buried his face in both of his hands for a few seconds, before he looked up at his teammate in shock horror.
"I can't believe you're fucking asking me this. You KNOW my financial situation! I have to fucking win this just as much as you!" he shouted, right now, he didn't care who heard him.
Levi threw his hands up in the air, and paced a few steps backwards, before he sighed and smiled sadly at Tommy.
"I'm sorry...I have no right to ask you that and to be honest...that's not how I wanna win anyways. I just...forget I ever mentioned this, okay? Yeah? Come on! We gotta go!" he replied, before both boys got the hell out of there, to be in time for the final.
As they turned for the penultimate lap of the race, for the final two hundred meters of swimming, Tommy was out in front, but not by much. Some fucker from the host school was quickly on his tail in second, whilst Levi was giving everything he had in third place, the three of them heads and shoulders above the rest of the chasing pack.
Groans from the crowd told Tommy that Levi had overtaken the boy from the host school and right now it was either himself or his teammate. He still couldn't BELIEVE that Levi had asked him to cheat...but as he neared the final turn, he started to ask himself...why.
The fear...the utter FEAR inside Levi's beautiful blue eyes when he saw the sight of his father...in all the months that he had known Levi Carter, there was one thing that he realized about him...
...the dude had a MASSIVE PRIDE.
For him...to ask Tommy to throw the race so that he could win, had to take GUTS.
He honestly didn't think Levi would have done that, if he wasn't desperate to win.
Sigh...don't do it Tommy...DO NOT DO THIS!
Too late.
Tommy, on purpose, took an extra few seconds at the final turn, completely and utterly messing up his somersault back-flip, and therefore knowingly, not getting enough strength to edge him even more in front for the final one hundred meters.
Shock and sheer AWE streamed through the aquatics arena as the spectators realized what had happened...to them, the boy from Freedom High had simply messed up his turn...only Tommy knew better.
Within seconds, Levi had to have realized what was going on, because he dwarfed past Tommy with the speed and the grace of a ninja. Tommy looked back as much as he could, realizing that he could afford to slow down his own stroke just a couple of seconds, the boy in third place was still way behind him.
He did just that, looking in front of him as he finished his own race, how jubilantly Levi SMASHED his palm to the wall in pure and utter celebration at having won the Final and therefore the trophy and the honour himself.
Finishing his own race, he wiped the streaming water out of his face, and the first face he saw was that of Levi. The little shit's smile was so incredible, that it literally burned a hole in Tommy's young heart. The happiness reflecting on his face was clear to see, and the mere fact that he dived underneath the stipes...
...and fiercely embraced Tommy...holding the boy as tight to his body as he possibly could...
...had Tommy shudder as he too, placed his arms around his teammate, in total celebration.
For all the world, it was two boys from the same school, literal teammates who trained together, worked HARD for this...only to share the gold and silver medals between them two of them.
For both Tommy and Levi...that very moment...it was something that they couldn't yet put a name on, even if they tried.
**
"I can't believe what happened, my friend. You NEVER mess up your turns! That was the thing that got ME kicked of the fucking team back then, but not you, never you! What the actual hell, Tommy?"
Jason crossed his arms as he leaned back against the wall of the room that they were sharing for the night once more, before they would be packing up and driving home in the school bus first thing in the morning.
He stared at his best friend in sheer confusion right now, as if he was a mere jigsaw puzzle that he couldn't figure out.
Tommy sighed and shrugged as he checked his phone for any messages, and apart from his parents both sending him good luck, there was again, none for his supposed girlfriend.
Funnily enough...it would have been more than enough to upset the HELL out of him only a few months ago...it was crazy how he didn't even think of Veronique ONCE this entire afternoon in which they had been racing at the swim meet.
"I dunno, Jase, okay? Things just...happen, I guess. I never mess up a turn, sure, but I did this afternoon. At least I came in second, right?" he exclaimed, trying his best to sort of...sound like himself, if you would.
Jason for sure wasn't the smartest peanut in the packet, but even he had every right to wonder how the hell he messed up that race.
Jason cleared his throat and took another sip of his Pepsi. Ever since he was left out of the swimming team, the dude had been eating and drinking whatever he wanted, so much so, that Tommy sometimes wanted to pour acid in his drink out of pure jealousy.
"Whatever man...just so you know...you can probably kiss that sponsorship good bye now, that's all I'm fucking saying. Gotta pee, be right back," he said as he opened the door to their room and suddenly Tommy was all alone.
He stood up and took off his shirt, to get ready to get changed for the night, when he heard a noise coming from behind him. He turned around so fucking fast, that he was surprised that he didn't end up with whiplash at the end of it.
Standing at the door, in the entrance, with his lips pursed and his eyes full of...he didn't quite know what it was...
...was Levi Fucking Carter.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't be here! Jason will be back any second!" Tommy HISSED towards his teammate, before the latter quickly turned around and closed the door, before he looked Tommy in his eyes yet again.
"Don't worry, I kinda waited outside until I had a chance to talk to you alone," Levi said softly, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair, a clear sign that he was nervous as hell.
"Tommy, Jesus man, what you did this afternoon..."
"I did nothing. You won fair and fucking square!"
Levi smirked, his grin widening with every passing second, before he rolled his eyes.
"Please...you forget that I trained with you. I fucking know your every damn move. Your turns are you specialty, that is what gives you the edge over your opponents each and every time, and allows you to win races with ease. You couldn't fuck that up...unless you tried to," he whispered, and Tommy shuddered as he realized that Levi was getting closer...
...ever closer to him.
Tommy wanted to...he actually wanted to get the hell away from Levi, because this was getting all too real for him...
...but it was simply like his feet had been cemented stuck to the cold hard floor beneath him.
His eyes inadvertently travelled all over Levi's lanky body...the plain and simple green t-shirt that he was wearing alongside his blue over-worn old boxer shorts.
He, too his shock, realized that Levi was doing the same with him...before he remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Levi, I just..." he started to say, but Levi shook his head.
As if in slow motion, Levi nervously reached up his hand, and pressed his warm palm against Tommy's left cheek, caressing his soft skin, looking deep into his eyes.
Seconds passed...time was standing still.
Levi licked his lips, before he smiled sadly.
"That is the nicest fucking thing that anyone has ever done for me..." he whispered, before he caressed Tommy's cheek with the flick of his thumb.
Tommy knew what was coming, before it even did.
This time, he would be ready for it.
Both boys GROANED with sexual need and yearning as their lips touched for the second ever time...Levi deepened the kiss to the point where they nearly fell over onto the bed, with the intensity and the sheer level of vivid voltage that was sweeping through them.
Tommy reached out with his arms and hugged his teammate to him, feeling his tall, strong body smash against his own, both boys now equally rock hard in their boxers, their cocks straining at every turn, desperate to come out and play. To get to know the other, on the opposite end of the tracks.
Levi bit Tommy's bottom lip as he looked at him yet again, and buried his face inside the crook of his neck, with Tommy gasping out of sheer PLEASURE as he felt the boy kiss the soft skin that he found here, over and over, until he nearly fucking came in his shorts.
He reached over and lovingly, out of clear instinct, ran his fingers through Levi's hair...which he realized was something that he has wanted to do for a while now.
Levi brought his handsome face up from Tommy's neck, and he smiled sneakily as he saw that Tommy was just as flushed as him.
"Jason is gonna be back soon..." he whispered, and playfully nudged his nose against Tommy's nose.
Tommy finally gave up the pretense that he wasn't JUST as into this as Levi was, before he smiled too, for the first time really that day, up at his teammate, before he took the ultimate plunge and leaned in...
...kissing Levi first, for the first time sharing a kiss that Levi himself didn't instigate.
"I guess so..." he replied, as his eyes told Levi everything that he wanted to know.
There was no way in hell that either boy wanted to leave the other.
Not now...not after this.
Levi slowly pressed his forehead against Tommy's...the latter could feel his warm, spearmint breath flowing across the entirety of his being...
...before Levi kissed him one final time.
"Sleep tight, beautiful..." he whispered, before he winked at Tommy, and got the hell out of the room.
**
Long after Jason had returned and the boys called it lights out, Tommy was still awake, as he hugged his extra pillow towards himself.
He was happy...probably for the first time in his entire life, he knew that this...whatever this was...was the start of something good.
The fact that he was still dating Veronique...right now, he didn't wanna think about her. Half of him felt guilty as hell for cheating on her, and the other half wanted to spare himself the guilt trip, because what he and Levi was doing, felt SO RIGHT, that it COULDN'T be ignored.
Tomorrow, they go back to school.
Things were different now.
So...so fucking different after everything that had happened this weekend.
Tommy closed his eyes and dug his face into his pillow, still holding the extra one close to his person.
Levi Fucking Carter.
Fucking hell...
He never ever thought the day would EVER come, where he couldn't wait for the morning to arrive...
...because it meant he would get to see HIM...again.
**
THANKS FOR READING!
THAT...took some out of me JESUS!
Never easy to write a story such as this, where seemingly straight teenage boys suddenly get confronted with what they are feeling for another boy.
Some ignore it...and some, like Tommy and Levi, choose to GO for it.
But it HAS to FEEL REAL...and I can only hope that I'm doing this justice.
If you guys want me to write more...just let me know!
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