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For fucks sake already just shut up! That's what Jared wishes he could say to his dad's bodyguard/personal driver, Tom Welling. He's also fucking him on the side without his father's knowledge. If Gerald did indeed find out, all hell would break loose, mostly upon Tom. Especially on Tom. But now, as he's riding on top of him and sweating like a pig, Jared wants nothing more than to strangle the life out of him.
"Fuck yeah, Baby." Tom groans. He has the audacity to put his hands behind his back while the underage teen does the work. "Just like that. Ride my cock, Jay. Such a dirty little bitch, aren't you."
God, what does it take to shut him up!? Oh, Jared knows. He subtly rolls his eyes and bends down to claim Tom's lips. He clenches his ass just right as he does so, eliciting lewd moans from the both of them. This makes Tom harshly grip Jared's asscheeks, using strong hands to spread them apart as he forces his load deep inside.
Thankfully, he isn't completely heartless. Right before he cums, he pumps on the boy's cock a few times; Jared loves that he can jerk him off just right. His grip is fucking perfect! If there's anything good he can say about the guy it's that he sure can jerk a dick...but little else. Tom's convinced himself that he's a "master in the sack". Fuckin A.
The man pulls himself out of Jared, taking his time by kissing him all over. He does feel something towards Tom; he's his first. However, he knows that he can do better. Jared inherited his cockiness from his late mother, rest her soul. He lays comfortably still as Tom cleans up every inch of him, taking extra care to erase any evidence.
This whole affair began a little over a year ago near Jared's sixteen birthday. He went off to get wasted with his best friend, Chad. When he didn't come home or answer his cell phone, his father sent Tom out to find him. One thing led to another and Jared ended up losing his virginity in the back of Tom's car. Not the greatest place, but he took what he had at the time.
Honestly, Jared isn't even mad at how things are between them, although he wishes things could be a little different. Relationships are for bitches, but he's never had one and he kinda wants to experiment. He already fucks him so now all that's left is flowers and a date or some shit, right? Hollywood hasn't made that part very clear.
"Damn. It gets better every time." Tom chuckles as he pulls up his boxers then his pants, buckling them quickly.
The teen so badly wants roll his eyes and say a snarky comeback, but he doesn't. "You can say that again. You leaving so soon? We didn't even go for round two."
"I really wish I could, Babe, but I gotta pick up your dad from his appointment. It's almost noon. I hope I make it in time. You really wore me out there."
Jared hops off the bed in all of his naked glory. He catches Tom by the arm before he puts his suit jacket back on. The man ceases what he was doing in favor of looking quizzically at Jared. His confused face is cute.
"I--I, um," Jared fumbles with his words. "Do you wanna hang out later? Like go to the movies?"
Tom frowns. His eyebrows close together, but he then smiles. "Of course. Your dad would probably love spending time with you. I'll be in the back like usual."
Aaaaand he's lost him. Yeah, it's official. Tom's a fucking idiot. It leaves Jared wondering just how his father ended up choosing him, of all people, to protect his life. Muscles before brains, he guesses. He's no fucking Einstein, but he's sure as shit smarter than anyone his father surrounds himself with.
"No," Jared clarifies. He's done playing nice. "You and me, shit for brains. Together, like on a fuckin date, to the movies."
Tom snickers to himself, snatching his arm away to put on his jacket. The nerve of this man. Wow. "No. You really are trying to get me killed, aren't you?"
"He's not gonna kill you...much. Just a little. He'll only kill you a little bit."
"God, you just don't get it, do you? I'm Thirty, Jared. You're Sixteen. He's not gonna approve of you and I together. The sooner you get that through your head, the better."
Jared's temper has reached it's boiling point. He absolutely hates being scolded and in his own room no less! He nods fiercely as he turns his back to him. He starts hurling all manner of objects at Tom. Sneakers, blankets, clothes and even a heavy ass textbook. That one hits the man right in the shoulder. Jared realizes that Tom is making sense, but it doesn't mean that he's gotta like it.
His attacks don't stop until he runs out of things to throw. Tom grabs his arms and forces his wrists together. He knows better than to leave any marks on him; his face goes from furious to defeated within seconds. Jared sneers because he wants Tom so bad, but he's an idiot. They both are.
"I'm never gonna be more than what you want me to, Jared." Tom sighs. He releases his grip and kisses the boy. "I gotta go."
Jared says nothing--doesn't even move--as Tom exits the room and, eventually, the mansion. He's fed up with this shit to be honest. He wants more. More of what? Jared doesn't really know, but he wants more of it. It's summer vacation, so he can go out and do whatever he wants.
Screw Tom! He doesn't need him. He was right about one thing. He's Sixteen and he shouldn't be tied down by some idiot who only follows orders for a living. He should be out enjoying life to the fullest, getting wasted all night and partying with his best bud.
Determined, Jared slips on some clean clothes. The sluttiest pair of shorts he could find makes him grin. He then slips on a tight t-shirt that barely covers his navel and the sneakers he threw at Tom. He'll have his own fun.
Taking his phone, Jared sends out a quick text to Chad, telling him to have the door unlocked. He goes through the window and shuffles down to the ground below. He's learned that sneaking out of the mansion is the easiest thing since breathing.
****
Chad Michael Murray is what Jared likes to call a "Hot Slacker Bastard". That's exactly what he is though, all wrapped in one crazy package. He's Twenty-Two and a fucking drug dealer, but he's a cool guy. Their friendship is a stable one; Jared sucks Chad off every once in a while in exchange for some pot or whatever.
Other times, they just sit back and get high and drunk together. There's been times when Chad went down on him, trying to encourage the kid to go further with him. He almost did; letting Chad finger him. It never goes further than that though. He can't see himself being together with Chad.
Pushing open the door, Jared smiles when he sew Chad laid in the sofa smoking a joint. The dumb blonde coughs and when he's done, he gets up to greet his friend. He sweeps him up off his feet in a huge bear hug, dropping him down on the coach and making out with him. Things would've went farther had Jared not harshly gripped Chad's groin.
"Hey, hey, hey!" The man chuckles. "Watch the goods."
Jared licks his swollen lips, smirking. His pupils are blown wide with lust. "Then get the fuck off me, Moron. I swear, your dick has a mind of its own."
"Well, when you're dressed in barely anything what else am I supposed to do? Just look at you? Forget about it! No, I'm gonna take what's being flaunted in front of me."
Chad tries to pull down Jared's shorts, but apparently his inebriated state prevents him from seeing Jared's hand raise. The boy uses his fist to punch the back of his friend's head once. That causes Chad to stop and clutch at his head; he rolls on the floor like a child.
"I told you to get off, didn't I?" Jared laughs as he takes Chad's joint from the ashtray he wait it in. "How's everything? I haven't heard from you in a whole day. I thought you probably died."
"You're gonna so casually ask me that after hitting me?" The blundering idiot groans. "God, you're an asshole, but to answer your question," Chad climbed back on the couch, throwing his arm over Jared's shoulder. "Everything's good. It's been an entire day, relax. Miss me that much, huh?"
"Yeah." Jared takes a drag. He hands the joint back to Chad. "Actually. I did. Problem?"
"Well then...I didn't expect such blunt honesty."
"Hmm. Well, I'm always honest. You're fun to be around. And I miss your really big dick. Almost broke my damn jaw with that fuckin monster."
"You want it now?"
Jared chuckles as he playfully puts his face in Chad's crotch. It's a musky, slowly turning him on. However, just as he's thinking of forgetting about it, Chad whips it out. He's half hard, but clearly ready for some attention. He smirks then hisses through his teeth when Jared takes it all in his mouth.
This is his life, evidently. Sucking off guys for drugs, falling in love with his father's bodyguard. It's fucked--he's fucked--and he knows it. Tom won't love him, but he won't love Chad. So much for romance.
His father cares too much. Probably because his mother was shot dead by a dirty cop. The bastard payed for it with his life. Maybe it's why Gerald always makes sure Jared is never alone, having their house full of guards. The man is by no means a saint, however. He kills and devours just like any other animal in this godforsaken world.
But thinking about that right now with a huge ass cock in his mouth isn't great.
****
After forcefully ejaculating down Jared's throat, Chad went down on him, licking, sucking and touching to his heart's content. The teen almost made a happy puppy joke, but deemed it unfit for such an occasion. Chad's tongue and fingers are so skilled that it puts Tom to shame!
The drug dealer coaxed Jared into his own climax, eagerly lapping up the boy's cum. He shares it with him right after. Chad lights up another joint and gives it over to Jared after taking another hit. He's grinning like a wild dog and even Jared can admit that he's fuckin sexy.
That's how they spend most of the evening, blowing each other and getting high. Around seven or six, Jared finally checks his phone; it's been on vibrate the entire time. He snickers when he looks at the various missed calls and unread messages from Tom and his dad. He's a bit...no, not a bit. He's fuckin high as fuck right now.
Text from: Tommy Boy
Sent: 6:12 PM
Answer your fucking phone! Gerald's about to burn down the goddamn city just to find you. Luckily, I'm right outside of the door.
Jared eyes the message skeptically. "Wait, what?"
The door gets broken down right after reading the text. The person breaking in just so happens to be Tom indeed. Jared nearly has a heart attack as Chad almost stumbles off the sofa. Tom doesn't seem the least bit interested in Jared's half-assed protests as he drags him by the arm and out of the apartment.
Chad, clad in only a green t-shirt and black boxers, runs out into the hallway, chasing after Tom. Jared appreciates having him come to the rescue, but instantly feels terrible when Tom let's go of him to deliver a powerful punch to Chad's face. The boy tries to rush over to his side to check on him, but Tom grips his forearm again, forcing Jared out of the building.
The cool night air makes him regret not bringing or wearing a jacket. It was nearly 100 degrees when he left out. Wearing super short shorts was a great idea at the time. Finally, Jared snatches away before he can forced into Tom's car. The man tries to grab him again but Jared shouts.
"No! Just stop it already! I'm not getting in that fucking car with you!"
"Jared, now isn't the time to be fuckin around!" Tom yells back. "Stop being a stubborn little bitch and get in the car!"
Jared scoffs. "Me!? I'm the little bitch!? You're too afraid to tell my father about us and you call me a bitch? Real original."
"Jesus Fucking--Are you fuckin stupid or are you just really fuckin stupid?" Tom scrubs a hand over his face in annoyance. "You're fuckin wacked! Now, get your ass in the car!"
"Fuck you! I'm not going! I thought you were different!"
"Different? Oh my god, you really are delusional." Tom laughs hysterically. Jared pouts as he's never seen this side of him before. "We're NOT TOGETHER! What, do you love me or something? You think I'm gonna just fall in love with you and we'll ride off in the sunset!?"
Well...Tom's making it extremely clear about where he stands. He's serious about all of this, about everything he's said. It only makes it that much more devastating. Before he knows it, tears are blurring his vision.
Jared turns away because even though he's pissed off and wants Tom to know it, his pride wants to hide himself. Tom's the real reason why he hasn't gone all the way with Chad, the poor guy. He's been practically begging for Jared to go all the way with him, but every time, he turns him down in favor of thinking about Tom, the asshole. Speaking of which...
The bodyguard sighs heavily through his nose, pinching the bridge of it. "Look, just...just get in the car, okay? We'll talk about this some more later on, okay?"
The screeching of tires makes the two of them look to the street. Everything happens so quickly. A van comes to a stop in front of them and it nearly hits Tom. Two men get out then, faces hid behind masks. Their guns are visible even in the low light. Just as Tom grabs his pistol, he puts himself in front of Jared in defense, but it's in vain.
One of the armed men shoots twice at Tom and he goes down on the spot. Two shots. That's all it takes. Jared nearly thought him invincible...he was wrong all along. He's too stunned to move on his own; the men are yelling at him, screaming for him to the fuck in the van. When he still doesn't move, the shorter guy slaps him across the face with the butt of the gun.
Jared gets knocked out cold.