I get home from practice and immediately decide to take a shower. I can't stand taking one in the locker rooms. Its not because I'm insecure, I just have always found it strange how a bunch of guys willingly get naked in front of each other and wash themselves beside one another. Even though I'm gay, almost all those guys are my friends and I would rather shower at home then see all their dicks out.

I drag myself up the stairs reluctantly, tired from the day I had and start up my shower, letting the water heat up as I strip in front of the mirror. My eyes rack over my slim frame and I run a delicate hand over my stomach, where the bruises from the previous week are practically all faded. I think back to what had happened earlier today.

My conversation with Clay.

One sentence he had said to me I have been replaying on repeat for the past few hours. "Its been on your mind too, hasn't it"

At first I was embarrassed that he somehow knew that the events from that night had been the main topic of my thoughts for the past couple of days, but then I realized he had admitted to thinking about it too, which reassured me.

I don't understand what's going on between us, I tried to tell him it was some drunken mistake and I would have done it with anyone, but even I don't believe that.

That singular kiss was something I haven't felt in a long time. I remember the way he grabbed my ass, and the bulge I could feel growing below me, knowing that I was the one making Clay Robinson hard.

The way he would dominantly whisper commands in my ear, and nibble at my neck. It felt like someone truly cared for how I felt in the moment, trying to please me. Which is something I had never experienced. I had always been the one that would focus on how Braden felt, he had never once given me a blow job, or even just made me finish. It was all about him.

My eyes fall on the marks on my neck, I had been wearing a turtle neck all day to cover it up, and I could tell Clay noticed when he passed me in the hall when I had just entered the school, whispering to me, "Its warm out, weird choice in wardrobe" he teased and flashed me a cocky smirk.

I think about how good it felt when I was grinding on him, and how badly I wanted him to fuck me in that moment. However, I would never, considering he would feel way too overpowered knowing he was fucking the only person in school that doesn't do whatever he says.

And I want to stand my ground.

Thinking about previous events, I hadn't even registered my hand falling down to my rock hard cock, until I felt my breath hitch when my cold hand made contact with it. I started stroking my hand up and down at a slow, teasing pace.

And in this moment, the only thing on my mind was Clay, and imagining how good it would feel if this was his hand instead of my own. His large hand wrapping around my length, as he worked at my neck and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I slide my other hand to my ass and circled my rim, picturing him fingered me with his big masculine hands. I push one finger in and let out a wanton moan.

I have never found myself thinking of such vulgar things of Clay, but now I can't stop. I usually just watch porn to get off, or sometimes think of if for once Braden pleased me and how satisfying it would be, but nonetheless, I am standing here right now looking at myself through a blurry mirror which is getting more blurred by the steaming water each second, as I picture Clay standing behind me, making me falter at his mercy.

Broken moans fill the secluded room as I add another finger. When I finally allow myself to hit my prostate, I unintentionally moan his name. I continue fucking myself from behind as the pace of my hand on my cock picks up and I feel so close to the high I have been trying to reach until I hear my phone vibrate.

I try to shake off the noise and continue, but it vibrates again throwing me off. I pull my hands away from myself and let out a frustrated groan. I pick up my phone and read the messages displayed.

Unknown number : You fucking cheated on me with Clay out of all people?!

Unknown number : I'm coming over right now, you'll be fucking sorry George.

I know its Braden immediately, confused as to why he is texting me from a random number.

I completely forget what I had been doing moments ago, and I start panicking. I have no idea how he found this out, I had told Clay how complicated everything was so I don't know why he would be the one to tell him. It feels like the room is spinning and I feel myself desperately searching for air, but the steaming room isn't helping. I shut off the water and head to my room, changing into a different pair of clean clothes, deciding I can shower later.

Me : Don't my mom is home, we will talk later...

I type back, my hands shaking as I do so. This was the first excuse I could think of. Braden already hurts me as it was, so I can't imagine what he would do to me after finding this out. He would probably tell the whole school and embarrass me, making me look like the bad guy.

My phone vibrates and I pick it up immediately.

Unknown number : Bullshit George. You told me she's gone this week.

"FUCK" I scream out in anger and throw my phone at the wall. Tears staining my red cheeks as I slide down my bedroom wall, sinking to the floor and curling up in a ball. I can't do this anymore. I continue sobbing, feeling so alone and trapped. Why does he hate me so much to hurt me like this? What if he sends those photos of me to everyone? Does Clay hate me so much that he would tell him?

Clay.

I pick myself up off the ground and quickly walk back over to where my phone is. The screen has a few cracked lines on it from me throwing it, but I disregard that as I search my contact list for Clay's number.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm so scared right now it was the first person I could think of calling.

The sound of ringing plays three times till I am met with his voice.

"Miss me already Davidson ?" He jokes and I can't find myself to playfully answer back. I sniffle and I know he can hear it. "George what's wrong?" His voice turns to one of concern as he realizes I'm crying.

"Why would you tell him?" I question quietly, the sound of my broken sobs evident in my words. "Why?" The word sounds beaten and defeated. "You know what he does to me Clay, do you really hate me that much?" I continue, my voice raising at each passing word.

"I didn't mean to, it just came out. He-"

I cut him off mid sentence, furiously. "It just came out?" I laugh mockingly. "Clay how does that just slip out huh?" My hand slides down my face. How could I have been so stupid to make out with Clay out of all people.

"He was..." He trails off and silence fills the air.

"He what Clay? Spit it out, its not like its hard for you to do" My hand clenches by my side and all I can feel is anger towards him.

"He was showing Sam and I these pictures of you and I panicked" he sighs and I stop pacing around the room. My eyes blink repeatedly as I take in what he had just said. "He what" I say under my breath, so quiet I didn't even think he heard it. In this moment I feel like my whole life is crashing down on me. "I broke his phone before I could see anything, you don't have to worry about them anymore."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. At least one of my problems is out of the way. I can't believe Clay would do that for me. Everything is starting to make sense now. He probably said it in a fit of rage, or perhaps to make Braden jealous, who knows.

All I know is that Clay is the reason that I don't feel as claustrophobic in this relationship anymore. He doesn't have anything on me.

"George?" Clay's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Thank you" I let out softly. I calm down until I hear a banging on my front door, remembering why I had called in the first place. I gasp and look around my room for some sort of weapon to use, but fall short.

"He's here" I whisper into the phone, trying to stay as silent as possible even though Braden isn't even in the house yet.

"He's there? Right now?" His voice sounds panicked.

"I'm scared Clay" another tear runs down my face and I sink into the corner of my room, feeling like this is inevitable. I hear another bang on the door and I flinch.

"Don't open the door okay? I'm on my way" I hear the sound of a car starting on the other side of the line.

"You don't understand" I get cut off when I hear the sound of my front door swing open. "He has a key" I feel so small and vulnerable right now. I am essentially asking the one person I hate for help.

Its pathetic.

"Georgie! Don't make this harder for yourself!" His voice echoes through my house and I can't help but let out a shattered sob. Clay definitely heard that from his side of the phone. I hear him press on the gas aggressively, letting a string of curse words fall of his tongue.

"I can take care of myself Clay, just stay home" I tell him, trying to keep any self-respect I have left. Not wanting to have him come all the way here just for me. "George can you set your damn pride aside for two seconds!" He utters back, clearly more worried than I had anticipated.

As I'm about to answer I hear my bedroom door fly open, Braden standing in the door way smirking. "There you are" he cracks his knuckles and approaches me slowly.

"Why are you hiding Georgie? I just wanna have some fun." He proceeds manipulatively, and I press further into the corner, lifting my legs up so I am curled into a ball.

When I don't answer he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up from off the ground. "Get off of me!" I scream throwing senseless punches in his direction. My phone falls flat on its back and he throws me on the bed. "Lets see who we were on the phone with hm? Is it your mommy?" He picks it up and reads the name, letting out a scoff.

He lifts the phone up to his ear and says in a disturbing tone, "I would love to have an audience while I fuck him, but considering you broke my phone earlier when watching, I doubt you would enjoy this." He ends the call before Clay can get a word in and chucks it across the room.

I look at him and crawl across the bed till I hit my bedframe. I shake my head, "please don't Braden" my voice comes out shaky.

He approaches me tauntingly and gives me a wicked grin.

"You deserve a punishment, don't you think?"