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Edwin was nervous as he let Simon drag him up into the attic, wondering why his classmate suddenly wanted to be alone with him.
“Simon, will you tell me what this is about? We… we aren’t friends…”
When he’d first started attending St. Hilarion's, Simon had made some small attempts to befriend Edwin, but every time the other boy got close to him his stomach would feel strange, and he’d get lightheaded and nervous.
“We’re not friends because you’re too uptight to let me get close to you. But, I’m starting to think that there’s a reason for you being uptight around me…”
Edwin gasped as Simon suddenly spun him around and threw him down onto an old athletics mat that was lying in the center of the attic; and a second later Simon was on top of him, pinning him down.
“Should I be screaming?” Edwin’s heart was in his throat, and his pants were tight; screaming was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Do you want to scream for help?” Simon gently cupped Edwin’s cheek in one hand, an odd look in his eyes.
“No, not exactly, I’m just very confused as to what is going on here. How should I be reacting to all this?”
“Whatever way feels right to you, in the moment.” Simon leaned down, and Edwin’s eyes closed just before he was kissed for the first time.
“Oh… But I’m a boy and you’re a boy, so…”
“Don’t worry about that. Just relax, and let yourself feel.”
“Right, okay, relax and feel. I can do that, I think?”
Simon leaned down and, and this time Edwin tried not to think, and worry, about the fact he was kissing a boy, and he did his best to kiss Simon back.
“Never kissed before, Ed?”
“No, never.” He licked his lips, eager for more, though he had no idea what ‘more’ entailed between boys. “But please, keep going.”
Simon’s smile was the loveliest thing he had seen in his sixteen years and he found himself smiling back.
Then a hand was cupping him through his pants and he gasped. “Simon…”
“Oh, wow, so hard already?”
“Simon please don’t…” Simon tensed, but Edwin never noticed. “Don’t tease me…”
“I’m not teasing you, Edwin. I like you; a lot more than I should, and I am not teasing. I want to make you feel really, really good. Can I?”
“Yes.” It was nothing like his few shy attempts at wanking; being unzipped and having his dick held by Simon was like nothing he had yet experienced, and all he wanted was more.
He realized that Simon was no longer holding him down as Simon slid down the mat, and then a hot, wet mouth closed around him, and he sighed.
“Simon, do you make a habit of taking boys into your mouth?”
“No.” He mourned the loss of that delicious wet heat as Simon pulled away to talk. “No, this is my first time.”
“Mine, as well. Please, just don’t bite.”
“I do not plan to bite you.” Simon took Edwin back into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking this time, his hand on Edwin’s base both to control the angle and to keep from taking in too much and choking.
He didn’t pull back until after Edwin had finished, and he was swallowing down the load. “Do I… Should I be doing that to you now?” Edwin had one of Simon’s hands grasped lightly with his own hand, though he could not recall just when he had grabbed Simon’s hand, and he gently ran his thumb back and forth across soft skin.
“Do you want to?”
“I don’t know, it looks… Embarrassing.”
“I’ve wanted to do that with you since that time I accidentally walked in on you bathing. The sight of your prick, it stayed with me. I wanted to touch it, play with it, and make you feel good. Have you thought about me like that?”
“No, I haven’t; I’ve been too busy avoiding you because you make me nervous.”
“Edwin, sometimes late at night, I can hear you playing with yourself. Can you hear me when I join in?”
“You were joining in? I mean, yes I can hear you, I just didn’t know that was planned and not mere coincidence.”
“You’re cute when you blush.”
“Simon, stop it.” Edwin turned away, but looked back when he heard the sound of a zipper; and he looked down just in time to see Simon’s prick touch his own. “Oh…”
“Well, if you don’t wanna suck me off, that’s fine, so how about we do this instead?” Simon took them both in hand as Edwin shivered.
“Y-yes, this seems like fun…” Edwin could hardly think as he watched himself harden as Simon rubbed off against him. “Oh, yes…” His head fell back as Simon let go and began to thrust directly against him, using only his own saliva and their combined precum as a lubricant.
Right before the end, Edwin thought he might explode; not in the normal way a man ejaculates, but his whole body, as the pressure was growing too intense to bear. “SIMON!”
“Edwin!” They cried out as they came; first Edwin, then Simon a few moments later, and as they lay there panting in the lingering afterglow, Edwin pulled him down for a kiss.
Somehow he got back into his bed, and the next day he wondered if it had only been a dream; then Simon caught him looking, and blushed before looking away. Not a dream then; it had happened.
He made the mistake, in those last days at the school amongst the living, of avoiding Simon like he had the plague; though he didn’t know that was a mistake until he found himself once more in that attic, being sacrificed to a demon.
Edwin had plenty of time to think back on that night; both in Hell, and later, as he waited to see if his new friend, Charles, would live or die, and he knew that his only mistake was avoiding Simon after their ‘encounter’. If he’d been a bit more forward and friendlier with Simon; even just in private, maybe he wouldn’t have died.
But he was here, and he was dead, and Charles; who had died; was on the run with him, and he had a smile that was to die for, so maybe being dead wasn’t all bad? One could hope anyway.