Me and Mike - Part 5

Chris was completely miserable, we hadn’t seen Joe since we’d lost him while running away from Derrick and now we were waiting in line for the coach back to York. The poor guy was convinced that Derrick had beaten him up…or locked him in the mine…or worse. We’d searched for him all over Beamish but to no avail. If he didn’t turn up soon we were going to have to tell one of the RA’s, and that would mean Chris and Joe being sent home for locking Derrick and his mates up in the mine. Mike was trying to cheer Chris up.

“Cmon Chris – Derrick probz didn’t even find him. Odds are he just got lost and been searchin for us all day”
“Then why aint he here now?”

Mike faltered, I could see he was doing his best to help his mate but the situation didn’t hold much hope. I’d been in favour of telling Lav ages ago but Mike had stopped me. He was worried that Derrick might try and blame us all for Chris and Joe’s prank, in which case we’d all get sent home and me and Mike would be split up. I’d agreed to leave it as long as possible before we told.
He was amazing really – Mike, he had such a caring side to him which was fully evident as he held Chris by the shoulder and whispered reassurances in his ear. I had sucked his dick earlier that day, but my jubilant feelings about that were somewhat crushed by my worries over Joe’s whereabouts.
All of a sudden, Chris’ eyes hardened and his hands balled themselves into fists. I followed his line of sight with my own eyes and quickly realised the source of his anger. Derrick had just turned the corner into the car-park accompanied by his greasy sidekicks. He walked with an arrogant swagger and showed no signs of guilt or remorse. Joe was nowhere to be seen.
I knew Chris was gonna dive right in and punch him so I moved to his side and, between us, me and my boyfriend held him back.

“Let me deal with this Chris” I muttered.
“Fuck off me Will, I’m gonna knife the bastard”
“Look, Chris. No offence but he’d kill you”

Chris tried to stare me down for a second but I think he knew I was right.

“Go on then” he mumbled.

I pushed my way through the small crowd assembled near the doors of the coach until I came face to face with Derrick. He caught sight of me and sneered, one of his cronies – Anthony – reached out as if to grab the front of my shirt but Derrick negligently thrust out his arm and blocked him.

“Why not?” snarled Antony.
“He didn’t lock us in there – it was the other two”
“He’s still a little poof though”
“Yeh I know” said Derrick – staring straight at my face – “He’ll pay for that. But not here” he finished, indicating the group of RA’s massed a few meters away.

I made a mental note that Derrick had no intention of getting sent home for bad behaviour. That was good, it would make things easier to keep secret if this turned nasty – or nastier.

“How d’you know I didn’t lock you in the mine?” I asked, trying to sound as irritatingly unintimidated as I could.
Derrick could play that game too, “We got that information out of Chris’ bitch…he took some persuading of course.” My stomach clenched at the possible meaning of Derrick’s words but my face remained calm.
“Where is he Derrick?” I demanded through gritted teeth.
“Where’s who?” He was just trying to piss me off.
“Joe, you cunt”
“Oooh, watch your language Skezworth. Or I might do the same to your little piece of ass.
“What?…What have you done to him?…I swear you prick, if you’ve hurt him, I’ll fucking murder you.” I was pretty sure that Derrick took this threat seriously – he’d seen what I’d done to Rob and he wasn’t nearly as tough as he liked to think.
“Calm down Calm down” He said, imitating the Harry Enfield Scouser characters from TV.
“I’m serious”
“The little fucker’s fine. We just warned him never to do anything like that again. We just gotta say the same thing to Chris now”
“If he’s fine then where the fuck is he?” Derrick was really pissing me off now.
“He’s around…he’s just been avoiding you, that’s all” Then he added in an undertone, “I would if I were him”.

I frowned and then, quick as a flash I grabbed him around the collar and dragged his face down to mine. I could see a certain amount of terror in his eyes.

“Give me some straight answers boy or I’ll rip your bollocks off.”
“Alrite, alrite” He pulled away. “Look, he’s hiding just over there.” He pointed towards the back end of the coach where, behind a small group of nerdy looking kids stood Joe, leaning against the bus with his head facing the ground. I was so surprised to see him that I turned away from Derrick without any further confrontation and walked in Joe’s direction. He saw me coming at the last second and for some reason tried to walk off. I caught up with him and clamped my hand on his shoulder.

“Joe, mate, why you avoiding us? We’ve been looking for you most of the day.”

Joe raised his face to look at me…surprisingly enough there were no cuts or bruises there but Joe’s eyes told a different story, they looked strangely subdued and unhappy.

“Aww, sorry mate…I guess…I guess I just couldn’t find you.”
“What you talking about Joe? We looked everywhere. Chris is fucking shitting himself”
Joe looked at me for a second.
“Tell him I’m OK”
“You can tell him yourself man, cmon he’s been dying to see you” I tried to lead him by the arm towards the spot where Mike and Chris stood, but Joe was resisting.
“What’s wrong mate?” My eyes narrowed, “What’s Derrick done to you?”
Joe looked away, “Nuffing, he just pushed me around a bit then left” I could tell he was lying, but by then, the coach doors had opened and people were starting to load. I could see Mike and Chris peering around anxiously, trying to find where I’d got to. They were near the front of the queue though so they soon disappeared inside the coach without me being able to get their attention.
Joe and me joined the back of the line in silence and were soon sitting together near the front of the coach. I stood up and scanned the back seat for Chris’s face. There he was, sitting next to Mike, I waved my arms to grab his attention. Mike saw me and made an exaggerated shrugging gesture as though to say, “Well?” I pointed to the seat next to me and gave him the thumbs up. He hurriedly said something to Chris who’s head snapped up. He made the same gesture as Mike had made. I knew what he was trying to ask and I responded with a non-committal so-so gesture with my hand. Chris nodded slowly, he looked relieved. But confused.
I didn’t talk to Joe on the way back, I sensed he wasn’t in a talking mood, but half way through the trip I did take hold of his hand and squeeze it in mine. He looked grateful for that.

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A couple of hours later, me and Mike were sitting together in his room reading a couple of magazines and listening to the same iPod with one earphone ear. We were both just starting to get used to all the ‘intimate relationship’ stuff; the touching, the casual kisses on the back of the neck and shoulders…although admittedly, I couldn’t always bring myself to be quite that subtle and, more often than not just slowly stroked his cock in my right hand whilst he sighed contentedly and rested his head on my shoulder.
This was what we were doing when a there was a loud knock on the door. Conscious of the fact that Mike wasn’t really supposed to be in my room after dark and I certainly wasn’t supposed to be masturbating a fellow student – Mike jumped up, poked his stiff willy back inside his boxer shorts and went to stand behind the door frame.
I opened the door tentatively and was relieved to see Chris standing there instead of Lav.

“Can I come in?” He muttered miserably.
“Yeh, sure. What’s wrong?” There was clearly something serious on his mind. He didn’t even notice Mike standing by the door as he strode in and flopped dejectedly onto my bed.
“Its Joe”
“What about him”
“He’s bein all…y’know…cold, distant. He won’t let me touch him or anything”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike sidle out of the room. He caught my eye and made a kissing motion with his lips by way of goodbye. I sighed inwardly – instead of a night of heavy ‘petting’ (possibly sex) with Mike, I was now going to have to spend it being agony-aunt to Chris – not that I resented that or anything, he was, after all, a mate – but still. I know what Id’ve rather been doing.

“He went straight to his room when we got back, and I can’t persuade him to come out.”
“Maybe he’s got a headache or something” (It was a pathetic suggestion – but I’ve always been crap at discussing feelings)

Chris looked as though he was thinking just that.

“That’s bollocks and you know it Will.”
“Yeh, sorry”
“It’s summat Derrick’s done to him. You saw how pissed off he was when we let him out of that mine”
“Well, if he has, we’ll get revenge obviously.”
“Yeh?” Chris sounded slightly happier.

We spent a good half-hour dreaming up punishments for Derrick. This cheered Chris up a lot, but he still had a slightly depressed look in his eyes between the fits of sadistic laughter.
In reality, I had no idea what had gotten into Joe. I thought it might have something to do with Derrick but, at the same time I was unsure as to whether it was just a normal part of a relationship – a sort of cooling –off period. I’d never had a boyfriend before so I didn’t know how these things worked.
After a while (having exhausted the possible list of painful things to insert in Derrick’s anus), the conversation turned to the subject of Mike.

“So, has it happened yet?” Chis ventured slyly.
“Huh?” I said – pretending not to understand.
Chris laughed and spelled it out for me – “Have you bent Mike over yet and rammed your pork into his cockpit?”
Fighting the urge to answer: well, I might have done it tonight, had you not burst in uninvited and scared him away, I instead grumbled,
“Nah, not yet”
Chris’ frowned…”How come?”
“I dunno, he’s just nervous about it I spose…I don’t wanna rush him”
“You want it though?”
I grinned, “Desperately… how did it happen with you and Joe?”
“Well…” said Chris slowly, with a grin, “ I inserted my phallus into his rectum…”
“Nah, I mean…how did you persuade him to let you…y’know”
“Who says I fucked him?”

I stopped to think about that one, it was true that they hadn’t mentioned to me who was receiving – but I had always assumed it was Joe. He wasn’t feminine or anything like that – just smaller and less strong.

“It was you though, wasn’t it?”
“Yeh” He said it proudly…cockily even.
“So?”
“So what”
“How did it happen?”
Chris smirked and leaned backwards with mock satisfaction, “So…big bad Will, the rib-breaking bully that everyone’s scared of comes to little old Chris for tips on how to bed someone”
“Just answer the question you smarmy git”
Chuckling, he leant forward conspiratorily and confided, “ Well, I didn’t ask…and I didn’t wait until he told me he was ‘ready’… I just yanked his trousers down, ripped off his boxers, lubed him up with a bit of spit…and…score”
“And he just let you do it?”
“Let me? He couldn’t have stopped me – luckily he didn’t want to. He loved every second of it.”

Feeling fairly irritated with the comparative ease of Chris’ sexual conquest; I replied in spite without really thinking.

“Pity he won’t even talk to you now”
Chris retorted half-seriously with, “Hey, don’t take it out on me if you haven’t got the balls to fuck someone.”
“Hey, I could get you into bed any day!”

There was an odd pause. I knew instantly where this was heading.
Chris spoke again, but now, the cockiness and anger had completely let his voice, he was half asking, half pleading.

“Would you…Will?”
I knew I had to fight it, so I made a clumsy effort to restore the anger…

“Yeh, I could!”
“That’s not what I asked mate…”

The truth was, I would. I loved Mike dearly, but I was also a horny sex-starved teenager. Chris was a friend… I didn’t love him like I loved Mike…but he was also a guy, with a powerful, muscular body and (from what I’d heard) an extremely impressive cock. The idea of getting with him was very appealing, we were both strong and masculine, it would be like stags locking horns…half a wrestling match and half a passionate, pleasurable sex session. On the other hand, I wanted my first time to be with Mike. But, how long would it take Mike to be ‘ready’? …what if he never was? Slowly, I looked Chris in the eye and replied…

“Just sex…?”

*** To be continued...