“Is it ready yet?”

                “No.”

                “Oh. Well, how about now?”

                “No.”

                “…Now?”

                “No, Kory. Don’t make me say ‘no’ again.”

                “Hey Trace?”

                “Yes Kory?”

                “Would you fuck Zeke?”

                “No, Kory.”

                “HA! YOU SAID NO! I LOSE!”

                I ducked behind the counter before Trace could kill me. He came over and stood above me. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, sighing in annoyance.

                “Hey Trace?”

                “Yes Kory?”

                “Is it ready now?”

                He kicked me and I grumbled out a string a cuss words. Trace knelt down and pulled me to my feet, keeping his arms around me.

                “Let me distract you while you wait the last 20 fucking seconds for it to be ready,” he snapped. He pressed his lips to mine deeply and I grinned to myself. Hey, I could live with this for the next 20 seconds.

                The timer on the microwave began to go off and I jumped away from Trace and shoved him towards the microwave. “Trace! Get my food!” I commanded.

                I skipped over to the table and made myself comfortable as Trace handed me a plate of gnocchi with some heated sauce. I smiled happily and began to wolf my food down. Man, I must have been dying of starvation. I seemed to do that a lot. Starve, not die. I didn’t die all that often. I don’t think that was very healthy.

                “Jeez Kory, calm down,” Trace said, watching me eat.

                “If I wanted a comeback, I would’ve wiped it off your chin bitch!” I growled, wrapping my arms around my food protectively.

                Trace smirked. “Oh really?” he asked, lust entering his eyes.

                I opened my mouth to ask Trace to throw me on the table, strip me, and fuck me so hard that I would need an ass replacement, but the front door decided to open at that moment. Dammit. Why did the front door hate my dirty thoughts?

                “Hi boys,” mom said, coming into the room. Oh. Well, go figure she hated my sexual thoughts. Sheesh woman, we would’ve cleaned the table off when we were done! Ugh. Women are so rude. No wonder I’m gay.

                “Hi mom,” I greeted as I gloomily watched Trace began to eat. He should be eating me, not eating some freaking pasta. Gosh Trace was so stupid!

                “Kory, were yo-”

                “No, I was not thinking about Trace doing dirty things to me!” I cried defensively.

                Mom sighed and shook her head. “Kory, I don’t want to know about you sex life. I have my own.”

                I slapped my hands over my ears. “OH MY GOD I DID NOT JUST HEAR THAT!” I screamed, disturbed for life. My mother was doing bad things with Trace’s dad. I THOUGHT I WAS THE SON OF A VIRGIN. MY LIFE IS A LIE.

                “Kory, shut up. You weren’t conceived by a virgin,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I was just going to ask you if you were the one who spilled soda in the fridge in the pool house.”

                I pulled my hands away from my ears slowly and shook my head. “No I did not!” I said with an affirmative nod.

                “There’s soda in there? We’ll go clean it out,” Trace said with a shrug, dropping his plate in the sink and motioning for me to follow him as he grabbed a wash cloth from under the sink.

                I dropped my plate in the sink as well before waving to my mom with a grin and following Trace out to the pool house. I moved towards the fridge but Trace grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the ladder.

                “Trace, where are we going?” I asked in confusion, glancing over my shoulder at the refrigerator. Hadn’t we come out here to clean it?

                “Upstairs,” Trace said simply and I followed him up the ladder wondering what the hell we were doing up in the attic. Trace grabbed the ladder and pulled it up after me. He grabbed a large piece of wood and placed it over the opening in the floor before turning on the single light in the stuffy room.

                “Wha-”

                Trace cut me off by crashing his lips on mine. I instantly kissed him back and opened my mouth for his tongue. I pushed him up against the wall and pressed my body against his.

                Trace grabbed my hips and grinded them with his. I hurriedly pulled Trace’s shirt off and let my hands explore his chest, running them over his abs and smirking as I felt his body shiver under my touch.

                I felt Trace growing excited and I hooked my thumbs into his pants. I pulled away from his lips and kissed his neck until I found his soft spot. I began to suck his neck and, why yes, I felt some mighty fine pride as I earned myself a moan from Trace Saunders. That is right ladies and gents; Kory Arnold-Saunders can get a good moan out of Trace Nicholas Saunders!

                I kissed down his neck to his chest, and down his chest to waist line of his jeans. I found myself sinking to my knees. My hands trembled as I unzipped Trace’s pants and took his erection in my hands. Trace’s body went stiff and he bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as I began to stroke him.

                I put Trace in my mouth and began to suck him. He bit his lips harder, so I sucked him harder, wanting to hear that moan again.

                “Kory,” he moaned and I grinned to myself.

                Wanting him to feel the way I had, I let my tongue run over his tip. Trace whimpered and worked his hips with my mouth.

                Trace groaned as he came in my mouth. I stood up and flung my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and sucking on his bottom lip.

                My hands gripped his jeans. He grabbed my hands and pulled them back up to his neck, smirking as I gave him a confused look.

                “No, no, no. We need to clean the refrigerator,” he said with a wink.

                “But…I…Trace!” I whined.

                “Do you? What do you trace?” he asked and I pouted and flipped him off.

                “I just wanted to fuck you! God dammit! Is that really too much to ask?” I whined.

                “Maybe some other time,” he whispered and pecked my lips before zipping his pants back up. I adjusted myself and followed him as he threw down the ladder.

                We went to refrigerator and began to clean it in silence. No! I would not talk to Trace! I would remain silent until he let me fuck the hell out of him! I was not taking it up the ass every god damn time! Humph.

                “Hey, I don’t like it when you’re silent. Start talking,” he mumbled, kissing my neck.

                I shoved him off and had to force back a laugh at his expression. He eyed me carefully for a second before breaking out into a smirk that I didn’t like.

                “Fine. I’ll just have to go to Juliet’s house. She didn’t mind taking it,” he said with a shrug, turning to leave.

                I grabbed his arm and forced him back, hugging him tightly. “I FORGIVE YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN YOU!” I cried and crashed my lips on his.

                He grinned triumphantly and kissed my cheek before shutting the now clean refrigerator. He took my hand and we began to walk towards the house together.

                “Hey Trace? How long have Tommy and Zeke known each other?” I asked curiously.

                Trace thought for a minute before shrugging. “About eleven or twelve years now. Tommy’s a real quiet guy, but he and Zeke have always hung out. I’m not really surprised that Tommy’s gay. Zeke and myself shocked me, but not Tommy.”

                I rolled my eyes and kissed him. “But you’re happy that you’re with me!” I said and got nervous. He was happy to be with me, right?

                “Obviously,” he said impatiently as we entered the house. “Why else would I let you su- Hi Janine.”

                Mom placed her hands on her hips and gave me a knowing look. “Clean the refrigerator. So that’s what the kids are calling it nowadays, huh? Back in my day, we just said we were fucking.”

                 “Ew, mom. Don’t talk about you and, ugh, fucking,” I said and shuddered.

                “Kory Bradley Arnold-Saunders! Watch your language around your mother please,” she said with a frown.

                “But…you just…Oh I give up,” I said with a hopeless sigh. Mom chuckled and kissed my forehead before winking at me and Trace and leaving the room.

                Trace took my hand and pulled me upstairs to his bedroom. We cuddled on his bed together and he put on The Stand on Netflix. He kissed my forehead as the movie started up.

                “Trace, we should do something tomorrow. I’m bored of sitting around the house,” I said with a deep frown.

                “Kory, we sat around the house for one day,” Trace said, rolling his eyes.

                “Well that’s one day too long! You dumb-dumb, give me gum-gum!” I cried and poked him in the forehead. He sighed.

                “How about tomorrow I take you somewhere special?” he offered

                “Oh! Where? Where?” I asked eagerly.

                “It’s a surprise.”               

                “Trace, I hate surprises!” I groaned.

                “What if I said that if you don’t complain about it being a surprise, I’ll have you groaning like that by the end of tomorrow night?” he asked with a wink, smirking.

                “Oh, you’re good,” I hissed, pressing my lips to his. “But I must accept. Surprise away.”

                He wrapped his arms around me and yawned. “I’m tired. I won’t make it to the end of this movie. Good night Kory. I love you,” he mumbled, his eyes shutting sleepily.

                “Probably because there’s still another 8 hours of the movie,” I pointed out, but Trace was already asleep. I smiled softly at how calm he looked in his sleep.

                “I love you too Trace,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his gently. He mumbled something in his sleep and tightened his grip on me. I smiled and rested my head on his chest, falling asleep within a few short minutes, excited for my surprise tomorrow.

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A.N.- Sorry it's short and boring. I kept typoing and I wrote this whole thing in, like, a half hour .___.

Anyways, I started the Zeke/Tommy spin off, and all I need for it now is a name, so if you have any suggestions, please feel free to offer those up! :3 I should have that story up by tomorrow and I'll put the link in the next chapter of this story :) 

This story still has a few chapters left though, so don't worry!<3