Firsts, Homework Break, Part 2
Hello! Welcome back to Homework Break. As a reminder, this happens after Nightmares and Waking Dreams and again, quite a bit before Turning His Life Around. There is a whole series of these stories I call “Firsts” and hope to share them all with you. Though Turning happens much later chronologically, it’s best to read before the Firsts stories.
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Kane snorted. “I wasn’t going to.”
Ian simply turned his head and looked at him with his single visible eyebrow raised.
Kane cleared his throat. “Anyway…” he trailed off.
“Don’t. Just… don’t,” Ian said, sounding a little panicked.
“I won’t! Really!” Kane hurried to assure his friend. He held his hands out in a placating gesture. “I promise.”
“Okay. Good.” Ian stared at him a moment, looking like he was going to say something and Kane prayed Ian would let it drop. Ian was smarter than he was, and Kane was hoping his friend wouldn’t catch onto the loophole in his promise. A moment later, Ian turned back to the window and he let out the breath he’d been holding.
The rest of the short trip home was taken in relative silence. When they got home, Kane was reminded that Ian’s mom wouldn’t be home until much, much later, which he was grateful for. They liked having the house to themselves.
She worked a lot of long shifts, being a single parent of two teenage boys. Kane wouldn’t realize until he was much older just what she’d put herself through to take him in. If he had known, he probably would have tried to leave. Which was, undoubtedly, the reason she made sure he didn’t know.
They settled into their room with their homework and snacks, but even after having calmed down, Kane couldn’t concentrate. “Ugh, this sucks. I’m so f….” he stopped himself just in time. “…sick of homework.”
“Get used to it. We’ve got years of it yet,” Ian said from his bunk.
Kane threw a pencil at him that Ian caught and threw back. “I really didn’t need that reminder.”
Ian snorted and went back to his reading but only a few minutes later, Kane sighed again.
“If you say one more thing, I swear to all that is holy that I will let loose a string of f-words that will keep you frustrated for a week,” Ian threatened without looking at him. When Kane made a protesting noise, Ian did look over then. “And I won’t help you take care of it. You can use your own damned hand.”
Kane whimpered and buried his nose back into the Lit book. Apparently, his body recognized the threat for what it was, because he was finally able to actually read the story. The report was still annoying, but not as bad as he’d expected it to be once he actually did the reading. By the time he was half way through his math work, though, he was starting to get antsy again and he glanced over at Ian.
“How can you concentrate so easily?”
“Fuck.” Ian swore and Kane whimpered again, his cock responding to the single whispered word.
“Sorry. Sorry!” Kane apologized quickly, turning back to his book. He was finally working through one of the last problems when he heard a sigh from the other side of the room. He glanced up to see Ian watching him, laying on his side with the brown head propped on one hand. He raised his eyebrows in inquiry.
“I can’t concentrate anymore either. And I still have history and science to do.” He made a face and flopped over onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
Kane crossed the room and folded his arms on the side of Ian’s bunk, resting his chin on his hands. “Well, we could take a break…” he started and Ian turned to look at him.
“Is that the only thing you think about?” he asked with an irritated frown.
Kane smirked. “I think about it about as much as you do. Which is why you’re so irritated at me for calling you on it.”
Ian growled and Kane snickered. “Fine,” Ian said with a sigh then rolled up onto his side again. His eyes widened and Kane figured Ian had just realized how close they were.
He was having a bit of trouble with it, himself. He always seemed to have trouble breathing when Ian looked at him in just that way. He swallowed and leaned in to his friend, stopping just a bare inch from Ian’s lips. His eyes shifted from the deep brown ones of his friend to the pink tongue that darted out to moisten those pale lips and back again, but he didn’t go any further.
Ian did it for them, closing that bit of distance and then they were kissing. It never ceased to amaze Kane the way it felt. There was always that slightly shaky, fluttery feeling in his stomach. He lifted one hand up to Ian’s hair and threaded his fingers through the brown locks, holding Ian close to him.
Ian’s tongue slid across his lips and he opened his mouth. They’d only kissed like this a couple of times since that first one they’d had after his nightmare. That first time they’d touched each other in a non-platonic way. No, no, that had been very sexual.
And though they’d kissed a little here and there, he could count on three fingers the number of times since then that they’d done it like this. The vast majority of the time, Ian’s mom had walked in on them or called them to dinner or something. But a few times, they’d just gotten nervous and backed off themselves.
He didn’t understand why he got nervous. It was just Ian, but for reasons he couldn’t fathom, he had and they’d just blushed and turned away.
Not this time. No, this time, their tongues slid along each other’s, Ian’s invading Kane’s mouth, their hands holding onto each other, mouths moving as if they were trying to swallow the other whole. They broke apart for air and stared at each other, breath still coming in harsh gasps, eyes wide.
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