Casey Sinclair: The truth or something like it Pt. 2

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Prep School, Cullman, Al

OHMYGOD!!!

~Casey rolled his eyes at the younger classman who was questioning the legitimate quality of the Ecstasy tab that Casey was selling him. His hand closed on the tabs.~

You don't have to buy them... get the fuck out of my face, you're ruining my view....

~The boy's friend huffed and nudged him. Casey tried looking around him and then lifted bright glass green eyes to look at the boy through dark lashes in annoyance.~

View... blocking it... move, now....

~He motioned for the boy to move and the under classman frowned.~

I didn't say we wouldn't buy it.

~Casey shrugged, but let the smile creep to his lips. This was the easy part. Just getting them to buy the shit, it was when they realized they'd been duped, that's when the hard part came. It wasn't like anyone could blame Casey, after all, a boy had to make some cash. And it wasn't HIS fault that Bayer aspirin looked like ecstasy, was it? NO, it wasn't, so noone could blame him. He lifted his eyes and smiled at the hot blond on the soccer team he'd come to watch. They'd been skirting around each other for weeks now and fuck if Casey couldn't see the guy drooling to get close to him. And to be honest, Casey wasn't opposed to letting the guy get close, he was hot in all the right ways including being for Australia. That did NOT hurt at all.~

~A shadow loomed over Casey as he was oogling the boy. His head cocked, looking at the shadow and then turning, shielding his eyes, he found himself staring up at Brother Micheal. Casey smiled, but the brother just sighed, shaking his head and jerking Casey up. As Casey was drug along, he'd see the underclassmen huddled together with Brother Francis. That was just fucking peachy, cause now Casey realized he had been set up. He was taken into Father Pascal's office and set down, left alone for a little bit, to stew, no doubt.~

Mr. Sinclair... what are we going to do with you?

~Father Pascal's voice crawled up Casey's spine and all he could do was inwardly groan. Why did all those with authority feel the need to ask stupid fucking rhetorical questions? They didn't really want an answer, but Casey couldn't help himself. They asked and left it open, he was nothing if not a smart ass.~

Give me a weekend pass because I'm doing so well and let me off campus?

~He flashed a smile, but the father just looked annoyed, which, SEE, that's why they shouldn't ask questions. He lay the pills on his desk infront of Casey before sitting on the edge of his desk, all postioning of power and shit. His brow arched as if he expected Casey to expound on what those little pills where. Ofcourse, Casey, being wise, kept his fucking mouth shut.~

Alright... do you know what these are?

~Casey motioned to them.~

Can I?

~Father Pascal, nodded, and huffed when Casey actually picked one up and studied it long and hard.~

Well, sir... Father... I'd say it's a Bayer aspirin. It says Bayer... right there... see... on the front.

~He set the pill down and blinked up innocently at Father Pascal. The man's face fell and then he rolled his eyes, picking up the pills and staring at them.~

Oh Heavenly Father... Help me... You sold those boys aspirin? Why, Casey?

~Now here, Casey just smiled, big and wide like the cat that caught the canary.~

I wouldn't sell them REAL drugs, sir. I was teaching them a lesson. When they realized they had gotten something fake, and when the confronted me, well I'd simply explain how stupid they were. I can't... Oh My GOD, They thought... I would never, Sir, not ever.

~Father Pascal sighed, staring at Casey long and hard.~

Leave, Mr. Sinclair... go to your room, please... you still have no weekend privileges... so stop asking....

~Leaving, he passed the accusors, flashed them a wicked smile and shot them both birds before jogging out into the hall. And guess whom he should just slam right into, but Australian soccer player, God was shinning on him today.~

Sinclair, thought you might be in trouble again. Saw you get taken off by Brother Micheal there.

~Casey smirked, waving his hand as if it were nothing and then bumping shoulders with the boy.~

Worried about me, Jefferson? That's so sweet....

~And DAMN if that wasn't just cut as Jefferson blushed all the way up to the tips of his ears. Casey kept walking though with him.~

I've been restricted to campus again, though.

~This caused the boy to relax and roll his eyes, but there was that slight secretive smile Casey was starting associate with Jefferson thinking about all the very naughty things they could get up too. And well, Casey wasn't going to push him away for those thoughts.~

Maybe I'll stick 'round and keep you company?

~Casey flashed that pleased smile and brushed against Jefferson.~

The Chapel in the graveyard

Say that again....

~Casey's voice was a moan that crept from him as Nigel Jefferson was trailing kisses down his chest.~

Wha' part? Where I said I liked hearin you moan my name? Or where I said you sound like a slut?

~Casey laughed at that, hand tugging Jefferson's hair roughly.~

Don't be a dick, NIGEL....

~The other boy laughed, pinning one of Casey's arms above his head as he crawled back up him.~

So why're we here again? In this place? 'S kinda creepy, Sinclair.

~Okay, so maybe making out in the old chapel of the monk's cemetary was creepy as fuck, BUT, in his defense, it was a good place to NOT get caught. No one would look there for them, right? And he could get a little loud, cause they were far enough away from the school that they shouldn't be able to hear him. AND he really wanted to keep having Jefferson say perverted things into his ear as they got off. It was really a win win for both of them.~

Don't be a baby, Jefferson. No one's gonna come here looking for us, if anyone comes at all. Well... I mean... other than us, right?

~He shifted enough to get his leg between the other boys thigh's and ground up into him, causing Jefferson to moan again and good lord that was a good sound. Casey wanted to hear that alot.~

The Boys Locker Room

~Okay, so maybe this was getting out of hand. The locker room was a dangerous place to be doing anything, but ya know, Jefferson had drug him in there, slammed him up against the lockers and was currently owning his mouth with his tongue. It was fucking good and Casey wasn't even really aware of what was happening. They'd been going at this for weeks now, over a month and it was fucking good. They had to really arrange times, because it was way to easy to get caught, specially with both having room mates and what not. But it was well worth it every single time Casey got Jefferson on his knees or Casey got to suck Jefferson off, or the rare times they actually got to fuck, and DAMN those times were the best. But they were getting reckless, taking chances that Casey KNEW was a bad idea. But sometimes he just couldn't help himself. He liked the thrill, hard to deny that. It kept things interesting after all. And it wasn't like Jefferson didn't seem to get his rocks off on all the sneaking around they were doing, taking little daring steps to out himself.~

~So here he was, pressed up against a locker, hands up over his head as Jefferson fumbled with his belt buckled to get it off, all the while kissing right back as roughly as he could. Casey should have known that things could never be this easy forever. So when Jefferson was suddenly jerked off him roughly and he was left cold, his pants undone and panting, only to be staring at none other than Father Pascal himself, well all Casey could do was curse.~

Well fuck....

~In his head and out loud apparently. Father Pascal shook his head and motioned to Casey, looking away from the boy.~

Make yourself decent...

~And that's how his term at St. Bernard Preparatory Catholic School came to an end. Ofcourse, it wasn't just this one incident, no, there were loads more, but this one, well it would go down in history. And Jefferson, well he was snatched right out of the school and told he'd never see Casey again. Casey watched as his parents packed up his things and drug him away. The boy looked heart broken and Casey felt a little sad because of that. He hadn't realized Jefferson was starting to really have serious feelings, that would have had to stop. Jefferson was hot, but not real bright, and Casey knew he'd have grown bored soon enough. But he was gonna make some boy a really awesome boyfriend one day. And that boyfriend had better come and thank Casey for teaching Jefferson all those little tricks. He was, if nothing else, a good Samaritan, teaching all the little closeted gays how to get a guy off.~