Secret santa fic: ch. 5 and 6 of 8

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The Polar Effect

For: KD1190

By: PD&Glyph
Edited by: Glyph



5

Oh god what had he done…

Brad sat in the locker room as the guys toweled off around him, his head in his hands, and felt like scrubbing his skin until he bled, then vomiting.

What had he done? Well, he fucked a guy, for one, and two? The guy had been Ryan Stiles, a freak and a loser. Brad couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror. Did this mean he was gay? He blinked and looked at the veritable sausage-fest going on around him and felt repulsed. No, he wasn’t gay.

Except for Ryan.

He shook himself, then jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. It was Wayne. “Hey, dude, you okay?” he asked, expression somewhere between amused and concerned.

“Yeah, m’fine,” Brad mumbled, rising and pulling on his clothes. I fucked Ryan Stiles, why do you ask?

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“It’s probably because he’s working with those loonys in theater,” Coach Carey said, coming from behind the locker and scowling, patting Brad’s shoulder. “Lord knows I think I’d kill myself if I had to work with those freaks,” he shook his head.

“They aren’t freaks,” Brad said fiercely.

Everyone stared at him, not saying anything even after he left, his bag over his shoulder and his ball cap down low over his face.


Meanwhile, Ryan was chewing on his pencil in Driver’s Ed. and not paying attention at all to what was being said. He didn’t know why he was taking this class, except for a place to do important homework and talk with friends.

Right now, however, he was daydreaming of last night.

Brad’s feel, his smell, his taste, oh god his taste, how he’d made Ryan take everything he had to offer, forcing Ryan to please him and oh did it feel good. He was so dominant, much like Ryan, in retrospect. Two top dogs in the sack, a battle, even though Ryan had let him take him.

He’d just had to feel the man inside of him, feel every plain and valley and ridge, and every single thick, ropy vein of that cock inside of him. He shifted, his ass paining him pleasantly even as his erection pressed against his trousers.

And that kiss… at the end… after Brad had made Ryan his… that kiss was what made Ryan’s heart race every single time he thought of it. Oh how they needed to do that again, even if it was only that kiss.

“Hey Ryan…” Greg leaned over on his left, while he felt Ick leaning over on his right. “What’s got you so excited?”

Ryan gave him a sleepy wink and yawned expansively.

“He had sex,” Ick purred, eyes bright with amusement.

Ryan stilled but gave her a raised eyebrow. She was good at this sort of thing, and unfortunately she knew Ryan better than she knew most people. With the teacher in the other room and half the class at the simulator wheels, Ick and Greg knelt down on either side of him, staring up at him. “I’m not saying a thing, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“So you did have sex!” Greg grinned.

Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes, jumping when Ick’s face appeared very, very close to his. She sniffed along his collar, grinning, but when she sniffed Ryan’s hair, her eyes flew wide. Ryan looked at her, and between them, it went unspoken. Even Greg picked up on the tension. She nodded, clamping her lips tightly shut, and sat back down. Greg sent a questioning look to her, but she just shook her head.

Just then Colin came in, handing out slips to some kids and sat down next to Ryan. “Hey there handsome, what’s up?”

“Besides the usual? Not much,” Ryan shrugged.

“You wanna get out of here with me, Karen, and Denny after this hour?” Colin asked, snagging a drink from Ryan’s water bottle.

“Sure, school isn’t mixing well with me right now,” Ryan leaned back, rubbing his eyes.

Colin looked over at Ick and Greg, seemingly concentrating on their studies. “You guys wanna come, too? We’re going Highland Lakes golf course. Denny’s got some salvia she’s been dying to try out.”

“Sure, but I think I’ll pass on the salvia,” Greg shrugged, Ick nodding as well, pursing her lips and running fingers through her long blonde hair.


Hours later, they were all nesting comfortably underneath the overpass on the golf course, the scents from the grass and the running water relaxing Ryan nicely. Distantly, they could hear a clunk as a golf ball hit the overpass and bounced away, followed by the loud curse of a pissed off old man.

“Aw, rat farts!” Greg cried, pretending to be that old man from Caddy Shack, making them all giggle.

Once everyone had taken a few hits of the salvia and had their minor hallucinations, they calmed down, smoking some cigarettes as the buzz faded. They draped over one another, Karen curled in between Denny and Ick while Greg lay with his head in his girlfriend’s lap, and Ryan and Colin rested against him.

“So, Ryan… When are you gonna tell us who you had sex with?” Greg mumbled quietly in the afternoon haze.

Colin and Denny stirred vaguely. “Ryan had sex?”

“That’s what I said, and Ick knows with who, too, don’t you Ick,” Greg said pointedly.

She just glanced at Ryan and shrugged. “How could she know?” Denny murmured.

“She just does.” Greg shrugged, purring happily as Ick stroked a hand through his hair, fingers curling through it and tugging lightly, just like he liked. Denny seemed to accept it and returned to tracing endless designs on Karen’s bare torso, but Colin was nothing if not a nosy best friend.

“Who’d you do and why didn’t you inform me?” he asked, rolling over to face Ryan.

Ryan blushed, shrugging. “Sorry, just didn’t… didn’t think it was something that needed to be broadcasted is all.”

Colin frowned. “Was it that Brad kid?”

“Oh please,” Denny laughed sleepily. “Like he’d ever stoop to that Neanderthal, let alone Brad actually getting drunk enough to fuck a guy!”

“That’s rich!” Ick said indignantly.

“Oh, come on Ick, everyone in the school knows that Bradley Ramone-” a few of them snickered at Brad’s middle name, but Colin continued to watch Ryan’s face as it slowly darkened, “Sherwood would be the last guy to tap our precious little Ryan Lee Stiles! I mean, Ry can do anyone he wants, but why, of all the knuckle dragging, chest beating, micro-cephalic, cave dwelling-”

“Shut the fuck up about him, Greg!” Ryan shouted, silencing the nasal young man. Everyone stared at him as the truth dawned on them. Ick just looked away. “He’s not stupid, he isn’t a cave man, and he isn’t micro-whatever! He a decent, sexy, amazing guy and if I ever hear you talking about him that way in front of me I swear to god I’ll rip you a fucking new one, you got me?” Ryan’s voice got quiet and very, very deadly as he pointed at Greg, making the smaller boy swallow hard and nod.

Ick wrapped arms tightly around Greg, watching Ryan carefully, warning him. Ryan sighed, scooting away from the pile and wrapped arms around his knees drawn tightly to his chest. It was Colin who approached him. “Ry… what happened?”

“I dunno man… I just… He stuck around yesterday after school… I think he was gonna beat me up, but we ended up… in the costume shop instead. I don’t know why we did it, but we did and now…” Ryan laughed dryly. “Now I think I’m in love with him…”

Colin wrapped arms around his best friend and felt the shaking, sliding down closer to him as Ryan began to cry.

“Why does it feel so wrong?”

“Doesn’t it feel good, too?” Colin asked quietly, rubbing small circles on the bony back. Ryan nodded, snuffling against Colin’s neck. “Well… then you gotta talk to him…”

“I dunno if I can,” Ryan said quietly. Karen pressed to his other side, snuggling in under his arm and wrapping hers around his thin waist. Denny pressed against her and added her small bit of comfort while Ick and Greg moved closer, touching him, giving what they could. They’d never seen their fearless leader like this and wanted to stop it.

“You can,” Ick said firmly.

“How do you know?” Ryan asked blearily.

She smiled benignly. “I just do.”

6

Ryan shifted from foot to foot, wondering how on earth he’d been talked into doing this, replaying it over and over again in his head.

“Come on Ry! You gotta talk to him where you guys have time, without people watching!” Denny said, pushing him forward as all of them hurried back to their cars.

“But I don’t know where he lives!” Ryan whined.

“Just down the street from me, I’ll take you,” Karen volunteered.

“There you go!” everyone said.

“But I’ll look like a damn stalker! When I passed him in school today he wouldn’t even look at me! He doesn’t want to see me!”

“Pshaw! That’s just because he has a role to play!” Greg said, shoving Ryan along now, too.

“But-”

“Go!” everyone shouted. And away Ryan went.

And now here he was, standing outside Brad’s house at 11 o’clock at night, shivering slightly, and staring up at the bedroom window Karen had said was his. He’d seen Brad moving around inside, but still. He swallowed hard, watching him undress and get ready for bed.

God, Ryan wanted to feel him again.

Ryan scowled and looked around, finding a pebble and chucking it at the window. Nothing. He did it again and the light went on, sending him flying into bushes for cover just in case. “Who is it?” Brad’s anger carried down just fine.

Ryan rolled out of the bushes, cursing. “No one!” he half-whispered, half-shouted.

“Ryan?!” Brad sounded even more pissed, and before Ryan could disentangle himself completely from the rose bush he’d dived into, the front door was opened and shut and Brad was dragging him out by his collar. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?!”

“I came to see you!” Ryan scrambled for his feet, pushing Brad’s hands away, ignoring the small cuts on his arms and legs, and it felt like, his stomach.

“Well I don’t fucking want to see you! You sick fuck, what the hell did you think you were doing yesterday?! What the hell is wrong with you? What the-” Brad didn’t get much further. Ryan’s fist was in his mouth, sending him flat on his ass, blinking up at Ryan dazedly, his lip bleeding freely.

He wiped his hand across it, tonguing the split and grunted in surprise when Ryan hauled him upright. “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again, like I hypnotized you or some shit like that, because you didn’t once say no!”

Brad stared up at him, at the seemingly quiet boy now snarling in his face and pulled Ryan down for a kiss. Ryan was so startled for a moment that he forgot to respond, but Brad pulled him in tight, grinding into him, so fierce and demanding that Ryan gave him what he wanted, cupping his face in both hands and controlling him as best he could.

Brad moaned at the feeling of Ryan, separated only by the jeans he’s thrown on, the light jacket, and of course Ryan’s clothes, which had to go. Now. “Want you,” he moaned into Ryan’s mouth, locking arms behind his back and picking Ryan up, trying to get closer.

Ryan made a noise of surprise as he felt his feet clear the ground, then he registered Brad’s words, moving to wrap his legs around Brad’s waist when a light above them flicked on.

“It’s my mom… come on! We gotta go somewhere!” Brad said, tugging him away from the light and the head in curlers that popped into view. They ran, laughing, scrambling, Ryan wheezing to catch up to the athlete pulling him along, until they were on the school grounds, under the bleachers.

Ryan leaned heavily against the cool metal of the bleachers while Brad leaned against the stucco wall of the snack shack. He wiped at the sweat dripping into his eyes, pushing at his mop of hair.

“You need to stop smoking,” Brad said, smirking down at him.

Ryan shrugged, feeling the stitch in his side ease up. “Shut up.” He slide his jacket off, watching Brad’s eyes turn dark and glitter. “Now… where were we?” he asked, tracing a long finger down Brad’s cheek, playing with the sideburn there. Brad hooked hands under his thighs and picked Ryan up with a delighted yip, pressing him to the wall of the snack shack.

Their mouths met in a delicious feast, biting, nibbling, tasting the bittersweet blood that welled. Ryan sucked gently on the split in Brad’s lip, grooming it gently and making Brad moan low in his throat. He unhooked his legs, standing once again, and cupped Brad’s face. “I’m going to fuck you, Brad…” he said quietly.

Brad gave a high giggle, shocked and a little afraid. He snorted, trying for humor. “But… I-”

“It’ll feel so good… I promise…” Ryan whispered, his voice already so deep it seemed to vibrate Brad’s bones.

Ryan’s hands slid into his jacket, finding him shirtless underneath, and tugged gently at his chest hair, tweaking and pinching his nipples, sending white lightening to his groin. He thought… well… “Okay…” Brad whimpered.

He felt so powerless, so small and surrounded by Ryan. The guy was skinny, a bag of bones and taut muscle, but his presence... It seemed to dwarf Brad as Ryan turned him, kissing every inch of skin he could reach as his skilled fingers worked at Brad’s pants buttons, undoing them and shoving both his pants and boxers to the ground.

Brad made small noises he’d never thought to hear himself make as he felt Ryan’s talented mouth blaze a trail down from his neck to the small of his back, spreading Brad’s legs as he licked and kissed, and most of all bit, Brad’s vulnerable flesh. Ryan sucked on his long fingers before reaching around and taking Brad’s lovely thick cock in hand and squeezing.

Brad threw his head back, fingernails trying to dig into the stucco, and shuddered as Ryan inserted first one finger, then another, stretching him gently, stroking a spot deep inside of him tenderly, until Brad was seeing super novas behind his eyes.

And never did Ryan stop stroking him.

It was almost like Brad was relearning himself. Finding new spots that made him jump and curse, swearing and sweating as Ryan fucked him with those beautiful fingers, stretching him, making love to him, tonguing and sucking on a spot at the small of his back that had him clawing at the wall, tearing a fingernail off.

He didn’t feel a thing, but instead whimpered when Ryan pulled away from him, only to spit into his hands, coating himself as best he could before he gripped Brad’s hips. “Are you ready for me?” he whispered, lips brushing the earlobe.

Brad nodded, sweating like a racehorse already. “God yes…”

Ryan turned his face and kissed him, long and deep, and slid in, capturing Brad’s howl of pain and desire and swallowing it like a savory piece of chocolate. “You’re so perfect…” Ryan moaned as Brad acclimated himself, spasming around Ryan’s long cock.

“Move…” Brad moaned, resting his head on Ryan shoulder.

Ryan gripped his hips and pulled out, painfully slowly, determined that Brad would enjoy every single fucking second of this new experience. Ryan slid home after a short distance, repeating the action, each out thrust a little further until he was sliding in from just the tip, striking Brad’s prostate, making the man beneath him jump as Brad got into it. Very into it.

He tilted his hips, pressing his cheek to the cool stucco, and rocked back to meet Ryan, pulling grunts from the taller boy’s lips. He tried to make Ryan go fast, but Ryan wasn’t having any of it just yet. He gripped Brad’s hips and rode slowly, sweat dripping from his forehead as he tried to slow the amazing creature beneath him, until he just… couldn’t…

“Fuck it.”

Ryan pounded into him, and Brad bit his arm to keep his screams inside even as he thrust back to meet Ryan, his teeth rattling and his toes curling in the wet grass. Brad hissed through his teeth when he felt cool fingers encircle his cock, tugging brutally, teasing, swirling around his head… he couldn’t hold on oh god oh god oh GOD! He came with a muffled cry, jetting onto the stucco wall as he felt Ryan slam into him twice more before going as deep as he could and releasing in a tangible wave of wet heat.

Ryan’s cock twitched inside of him, still coming in sporadic spurts that made Brad’s head swim at the wonderful feel of it, kisses raining down on the back of his sweating neck, a gentle trail of tongue circling his ear lobe and teeth tugging it gently before a kiss on his neck made him turn his head and pull his lover in for a kiss.

He felt Ryan slip free, a little disturbed by how much he missed that contact, and moaned at the soft mouth slowly but surely capturing his heart. “Love you…” Ryan moaned for him.

Brad stilled. L-love? He pulled away from Ryan, blinking at him, swallowing hard against the confused look Ryan was giving him.

“Brad?” he called softly.

Brad’s heart fluttered, as he hoisted his pants back up, backing away. “Can’t… You just couldn’t… You had to…” Brad blinked away the tears threatening his eyes and ran. From himself, from Ryan calling his name, so sad, so desperate and so damn confused.

Why did he have to say something stupid like that?

Brad made it home at about three in the morning, his feet a little torn from running barefoot, his fingernail bleeding at the quick, and his split lip puffing up. He went to his room, careful not to wake his mom, and slid into bed, tears hitting his pillow before he did, tearing it to pieces as he wept.

God he was such a fuck up.