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EMMETT POV

“Shane, have you got everything with you for school?” I peeked at him and saw how he tried to mask his apprehension and tension.

“Yep, got everything.” He threw the bag behind his back and shook his head.

“Why don’t you leave some clothes here?” I asked, wanting to see how he would react to that. I haven’t given up to the idea of bringing Shane here with me; I simply didn’t push it further for the moment.

“Won’t that be an annoyance for you?” He studied my face with his beautiful liquid eyes and I couldn’t help my smile. I shook my head; this brat really went under my skin.

“What annoyance would that be? No-sense, brat. You’ll come over again this week, thus I don’t see why you should keep bringing a bag with you all the time.”

“Right, but some need to be washed...”

“Shane, just leave the damn clothes there, for crying out loud. You’re driving me insane.” I groaned and looked at the ceiling. How stubborn and diffident could be this brat? “Fiona will take care of them.”

“And who the hell is Fiona?” He fired, his eyes darkening for a brief but intense moment.

I smirked, Shane really was jealous and I loved that; it inflated so much my old self and made me feel once again the king of the court. Shane had really a powerful effect on me and I wasn’t sure he realized the extent of that. In just a week he kicked back my whining and pathetic self.

“Fiona is a lady that comes here twice a week and does the cleaning and all the main cores I cannot stand to do. I do like to live in a nice and clean place and she is very good at that.” I explained.

“Why I haven’t met her so far?”

“Because she comes only when none is at home; I don’t exactly fancy and enjoy spending half an hour talking about weather, rain and tea. I don’t even drink tea.” I softly scoffed at the idea.

Shane burst out laughing in a spontaneous and carefree sound, it was heart-warming and I felt a huge smile growing on my face. My hand instinctively went to ruffle his messy hair and lingered on the side of his face; our eyes stared at each other for a moment and my mouth claimed his lips for a soft kiss.

“So that’s why everything is bloody clean and tidy.” He joked, brushing his nose on mine. “You’re quite a lazy ass, aren’t you?”

“Why? You enjoy dusting, ironing and all those damn annoying things?” I retorted back. He shook his head and grinned wider. Brat. I checked the time and we had to leave for school and work. “C’mon, Shane, we have to go.”

Shane sighed and simply nodded. I casted a quick look at his school uniform, I didn’t know why, but it looked sort of strange on him. Maybe because he looked too mature to still wear a uniform. It was composed of dark suit pants, a white shirt and over a grey and blue pullover, no tie; bet he didn’t like it. Most of the uniforms here looked basically the same, only colours and crest would change. Shane’s was yellow and blue.

“Nice uniform.” I joked, winking in my best arrogant way.

“Tool.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.

He didn’t want to go back to his relatives’ place, but at the same time he was worried that living with me would lead us to break apart. Argh, what a stubborn brat he was. I came to realize last night that I actually need to force a bit more my idea and act more resolute; Shane couldn’t keep staying there, it wasn’t safe and secure, and he didn’t even have decent meals for crying out loud. The idea was to check whether he could change or not place of residence, because he was already over 18, not a kid anymore and I doubted the welfare really cared to check on someone almost twenty years old. His relatives sure didn’t want him there if it wasn’t for the money they received, so they could keep that fucking money and let Shane go; the best was leaving the things as they were for few days, he needed to process all the information and news and I was sure once he did, he would actually consider my idea with more calm and rationality.

I drove him to school, because I wanted to know where that was and see the place myself. It seemed fine to me, but I had to stop few meters before the entrance, to avoid too much attention. Shane took a deep breath and I didn’t miss it even though it was silent; his fingers gripped his bag hard and then he turned his head towards me, faking a smile.

“Thanks for the lift, Em. I’ll see you soon.” His eyes flashed quickly on my lips and then he turned to open the door.

That didn’t please me one bit. There was no “see you soon”, there was only a specific day. I had to be sure he was fine and when he would come over. I grabbed his arm and jerked him back.

“Shane, where do you think you’re going so fast? Tell me when you are coming over.” I said with firm and commanding voice, keeping him there.

“Well, I don’t know ... I better keep quiet for few days, I mean, I have no bloody idea how me folks gonna be today and..” I cut him off at once.

“Shane, once you’re back to your place, call me or send me a message. I want to know you’re fine and well and make sure to remember the promise you made me.” He widened his eyes and then closed them, nodding. I brought his face closer to mine. “Shane, I understand what you mean, but remember you can come over any time you feel like, understand?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He murmured. I pulled his face closer and let our lips and tongues met for a long and hot moment.

Oh great, I felt a growl in my throat and I had to suppress it, but when I heard Shane’s quiet moan, it simply went out. His fingers locked in my hair and tucked them harder, making me growl more; I deepened the kiss and slammed him against his seat, assaulting his mouth quite wildly. My hand went on his thigh and grabbed it hard and wanting, making him moan louder this time. My tongue took his mouth, with my hand reaching his inner thigh. I felt like taking him right there, hence I broke the kiss at once. God, he had such an effect on me. I liked Shane too much for my mental sanity.

“Ok, better if we stop here, brat.” I breathed to regain control over my desire.

“Yep, would be bloody awful to walk to class with a raging hard-on.” He exhaled, placing his forehead on mine. His eyes were gushing with his usual dark and inviting light. God, I liked that too much.

“Text me, brat and let me know when you’re coming over. Is that clear?” My tone admitted only a clear and exact answer.

“Thursday is good for you? Usually at the end of the week they prefer having me out of there.” I suppressed a growl of annoyance at hearing that and simply nodded.

I needed to take the matter in my hands and solve it and then make sure Shane would understand he didn’t need to fear anything, that he didn’t have to be scared of losing me, because that wasn’t going to happen for damn sure.

“Thursday is good for me.” I prayed nothing was going to happen till that day.

We exchanged another quick and calmer kiss and then I let him go. It wasn’t easy to simply let him go like that, knowing he would come over only on Thursday and knowing what he was going to face later. During this last weekend I grew so attached to him, it felt so natural to have him around that I knew I would actually miss him. Can you even believe it? Me, Emmett Johnson, will miss a brat of nearly 20 years old. I chuckled and shook my head at how destiny sometimes enjoyed messing around with people. Well, I wasn’t complaining for this new chance. Not one bit.

After work I had to go and speak with that arrogant bastard and Enna; as much as the mere idea of seeing that Roman guy’s face and conceited smirk pissed me off, I knew I needed to ask them a couple of things.

SHANE POV

I slumped on my fecking seat and tossed my bag beside the chair, looking around to see if Sean or Donal were around, but those tools weren’t here. Bet they were ditching today. Bloody hell, I was still hot and trying to control my hard-on from our kiss. Emmett’s eyes made me melt in a pool of jelly and it took all of my strength to get out of his car and walk to school. I was still thinking about what he asked me last night, to go leave with him. Bloody hell, that would be for sure bloody awesome, but would that last long? I didn’t know what to think or say, I mean, a week ago he freaked out when I kissed him and he almost kicked me out and now? Now he bloody asked to go leave with him.

And what the hell I did? I simply said no, because I was clearly pissing my own fecking pants; what a tool Shane. Let’s face it, you were scared last night. Time was what I needed, time to think over it.

I banged me head on the desk and cursed more at myself. I already missed Emmett and I had no bloody idea how I would make it until Thursday. My goodness, have I turned in some pathetic mushy guy? Hell no, I could take the fact I had already fallen for that god-like man, because there were no reasons to deny it, but I wasn’t going to turn into some overly clingy brat. No way in bloody hell.

I felt an arm going around my shoulders and I shrugged it off immediately, not wanting anyone touching me but Em. I knew it wasn’t from one of my friends, I recognized the smell of his deodorant.

“Shane, what’s the craic? Ya seem down.” That was Darren, a rather attractive guy a year younger than me that I used to fuck. He had a strong mixed accent from Cork and Dublin and it was quite a task to understand him sometimes, even for me. If Emmett thought my accent was crazy, he should have heard this one.

Guess you remember what I told you at the beginning, how I bloody vent out my rage with soccer and sex; well, he was one of them. As I said, I would never let anyone younger than me or that wasn’t particularly incredible fuck me; that was out of discussion. Darren had lost one year of school as well, I wasn’t the only bloody one here, and somehow we both agreed to this, even though he would never admit he was gay. I rolled my eyes, what a stupid tool.

Now my mind was filled only with Emmett and his touch, his being a wild animal in bed. Who would be able to tame him? I bet me bollocks no-bloody-one.

“Amn’t down, Darren, just tired.” I lied. It wasn’t his business what I was going through. I had no idea why this morning of all he decided to come here and annoy me. We haven’t spoken to each other for bloody months. “What do you want?”

“I’m getting bored, you know what I mean? How about we get some other time together? This time I want to be the one..” I cut him off immediately.

“Don’t think so, lad. I’m not bored and I don’t want to get some time together with you.” I scoffed.

“Wait a moment, twat. You think you can just dump me like a girl?” He hissed, grabbing the front of me sweater. I wasn’t scared or worried at the least. Darren was just talking and nothing much and he would never fight with me, because he knew how hard I can bloody punch.

“What? You suddenly realize you’re gay, ha tool?” I challenged, shoving his hand away from me.

“Amn’t a fag like you.” He spat with his Cork accent, making my annoyance grow more than necessary. I was already in a bad mood this morning and I didn’t want to bloody waste time with more tools. I was already worried about going home, I had no fecking idea how me folks would “welcome” me back.

“Yeah well, this fag here fucked you pretty hard if I remember well and you liked it.” I mocked, shaking my head at him. What a tool he was. He grabbed back my sweater and yanked me closer. Now, this was pissing me off quite bloody much. “You want to pick a fight here?” I challenged.

Darren just stared at me creasing his eyebrows and breathing hard, blood gushing in his brain for the first time in years. He had only looks, no bloody brain at all. Looks? He was nothing if compared to Emmett; no one was anything compared to him. Bloody hell, I really was lost for that man. Darren thought about my words for few seconds and then let go of me. Twat.

“You’re just some fag whore.” He hissed and then went back to his seat.

I shrugged it off, even if deep inside if hurt me; it hurt me, because any time someone would call me in that way I would remember what happened years ago, me trying to sell my body, me living with someone in exchange of sex. The memory was fecking disgusting; don’t think I enjoyed having them. I bloody hated them, but that was in the past and there wasn’t much to do about it. What happened had happened. When I told Emmett about all of this shit, I was bloody scared he would run away or kick me out or looked me like I was some piece of crap.

Nothing like that happened and he just hugged and kissed me, and bloody asked to go to Galway. He actually wanted to chase down me folks and beat the shit out of them. Emmett was indeed bloody awesome.

I sighed again and scratched my neck, now the teacher was explaining something about natural science. One of the most boring subjects ever, fecking lose of time. I enjoyed more physics, but we had only three hours per week of it. Emmett asked me what I’d like to study, well, that was. Physics or even astronomy, they both always bloody fascinated me.

My thoughts ran again to him and our weekend; they ran to Galway and fecking lost the way back there.

Galway.

Bloody hell, I had such an awesome time there with Emmett. I gulped down hard, because I suddenly remembered our having sex. Fuck. Last night had been bloody crazy and amazing, not so aggressive like our first time, but believe me, enough to completely drain me out of energy. Em clearly didn’t want to go too hard on me, so he tried to hold back a bit. Bloody hell, he is such an incredible lad and what a body he has. And the way he took me during our first time and made me look at us in the mirror.

Bloody hell, he sure wasn’t a common guy. Nope.

I mentally groaned, feeling my boxers getting tighter. I snapped back to natural science; that sure was a turn off, not to mention our teacher, stinking of garlic and burnt bacon and wearing an overly tight dress. Ha, she should eat less bacon and garlic bread.

School was over and my friends had no time today to go play soccer, so what to do? I didn’t want to already go back to that hellhole and face me folks. I was somehow scared to go back after such long time, because I remembered what happened last time I spend away a week. They built up too much stress and they thought well to welcome me hitting me till I almost bloody passed out. What would happen today? Would they all be there? That tool of my cousin for sure, he was jobless and just a stinky and retarded waste of money for the Welfare. He wasn’t much of a puncher, but my uncle was. Me uncle knew how to blow a bloody punch and make you pray for air; he used to be a boxer.

I looked at the sky and it wasn’t promising anything good. Just my luck. I took a deep breath and slowly walked towards my personal place in hell, feeling every step harder to take and heavier for my legs. I had no reasons to waste time around, it would only postpone the fecking problem and I better face it now and pray God to have mercy of me today.

It’s true I made that promise to Emmett and I was going to keep it, but he would probably go berserk, given his bloody aggressive and short temper.

The run-down house was there, with the bloody messy garden, if you could call that a garden, and the scratched paint on the door. I stood in front of it for fecking long minutes, not knowing what to do. My heart was beating fast and I felt a sudden painful lump crawl in my throat and almost strangle me; I was about to turn back and run away, to go see Emmett and stay with him, but I didn’t do it. I had to face it. So I took few steps, reached the door, inserted the key and opened the door, which cracked horribly.

A chilly shiver ran down my spine and I braced myself for whatever was about to come.

I closed the door behind me and listened without breathing. I didn’t hear a single bloody thing, but didn’t mean much; they could be fucking passed out on the couch after getting drunk. Fuck. Me uncle drunk was another craic.

I walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. Same for the living room. No one was here today.

The fridge looked miserable as usual and my eyes scanned it to find something remotely edible. I snorted. Only cheddar cheese, milk and fucking cabbage, which I hated. I was starving right now, so it wasn’t the time to be bloody picky. I made a sandwich and then hid in my room, changing clothes and slumping on my bed.

I had to call Emmett.

I looked for my phone and then went to call him, but didn’t have enough credit. Bloody hell, I had no enough money to top up my phone, so I sent him a message, telling it was everything grand. Good thing I had few hours tomorrow and Wednesday, because I needed money like I needed fecking air; nothing big, just helping out Sean’s father in the shop. Easy money. Emmett liked to listen to music and since yesterday I had this idea of wanting to buy him a CD, one of my favourite bands and that’s why I told him I’d see him on Thursday, because I wanted to get the CD first. I mean, he did so bloody much for me and I felt the need to give him something he might like.

The phone rang and I almost fell down of the bed.

“Emmett.” I whispered, feeling my voice almost trembling. I didn’t expect him to call me.

“How are you? How was school?” His voice was so calm and reassuring. I wished I was there with him, letting him cuddle me as much as he wanted.

“It was grand, nothing much. No soccer today, so I’m sort of bored. And how are you? Where are you now?”

“I’m at the gym, I have a couple of person today and I know one will just waste my time. But hey, her money.” He worked as well as a trainer in a gym close to St. Stephen Green Park and I could only picture bloody stupid girls drooling after him and looking at him with their fake eyelashes. I repressed a groan of jealousy, but he picked the shift of my mood. “Shane, no need to be jealous, seriously.”

“I know, it’s just that..”

“Don’t worry, you listening to me?” His voice had again that assertive and authoritarian tone and I knew there wasn’t much more to say.

“Yeah, I know.” Em chuckled and I could see his breath-taking eyes sparkle with self-confident light. I loved that so much.

“How are your relatives?” He asked suddenly, changing tone of voice, now more serious.

“Grand, they’re not around.”

He sighed and I bet me bollocks he was passing his hand in his hair.

“Shane, I have to go now, my first client has arrived. I’ll call you later this evening, ok?”

“Ok.” I couldn’t add more, because I felt my voice tremble. I missed him and I wanted to see him, to talk to him more.

The moment the phone went off, the front door barged open and I held my breath, hearing heavy steps climbing the stairs. They were back. Me knackered folks were bloody back.

“Ungrateful fag, are you back?” Called my uncle from the corridor.

I took a deep breath and walked to the door, opened it and faced what God had for me to come.

“Hello.” I simply said, gulping down any form of resentment and anger it was now boiling in my blood and head.

That tool looked at me as if I were a piece of shit and then snorted. I could smell the reek of beer and sweat; he probably didn’t have a shower in days. What a bloody swine. I heard more steps and saw also that moron of my cousin was there; now more anger was boiling in me. Why couldn’t they just let me be? Ignore me and nothing else? For God’s sake, the welfare even paid them money.

“Oh my dear queer cousin is back. Did you have a good time with your other fag friends?” His reek was even more disgusting and I took a step back. I didn’t answer and waited for my uncle to say something else. Maybe today they’d let me go. Yeah, well, dream of it, Shane.

“What did you do these past days? Did you sell yourself again, ha, bitch?” My uncle snorted another time and then burped.

I felt my breath going deeper and faster. How the hell he just dared to call me? What the hell he knew about what happened to me in the past, when his other bloody brother kicked me out? I was so sick of all of this.

“What did you say? What did you call me?” I hissed, taking a step forward. They both sneered like stray dogs.

What a tool I was.

They were waiting for this, for me to react.

My uncle seized my jumper and jerked me close to him.

“I can call you bitch any time I feel like, because you are just a disgusting and filthy fag bitch. You sold yourself, ha?” His revolting breath made me almost puke, but I didn’t flinch away or nothing. I glared at him wishing I could burn them both with just my eyes.

He slammed me against the doorframe and I gasped loudly for the impact. That tool. My cousin laughed and I eye-murdered that good-for-nothing twat; they both could burn in hell for all I cared.

“Answer me.” My uncle threatened, shaking me harshly and slamming me against the doorframe a second time. This time I flinched, because my back hurt quite much.

“You bloody know that’s not true, you tool.” I gushed out, trying to free myself from his grip.

“You dare to talk back to me, little shit? Want me to teach you some respect?” He sneered, my cousin laughing beside him.

Burn in hell, you fucking asshole.  

I gulped down and felt my body tremble for repressed anger and rage; I was about to lose it and I couldn’t, so I shut the fuck up. Thank God he just gripped tighter and then simply shoved me back in my room, sending me on the floor.

“Don’t show your face downstairs tonight, don’t want to see you around.” He said, burping again after it.

I wouldn’t dare anyway to show myself downstairs tonight. They would get drunk and just watch rugby and my aunt would probably dish them some bloody food not good even for dogs. When they left, I closed the door and locked it; I didn’t fancy a beating in the night if they felt bored. That happened already, believe me.

I had been lucky today, but I had no bloody idea if my luck would last any fecking longer.

The only thing I knew was that I missed Emmett and I wanted to see him, very bloody much. I wanted to hear his reassuring voice and talk to him, so I just curled in my bed, listening to some music stored in my phone and waited for his call.

Author's chit-chat:

Next chapter will cover Thursday and what will happen until that day?

Isn't Shane just super sweet wanting to buy a CD for Emmett? I think they are both realizing something..

Oh, soon you'll meet again Alice and maybe Jordan ... Yep .... :-D