And satisfaction feels like a distant memory and I can't help myself, all I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?"

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A/N: sorry for the confusion but I'd like to clear up that Zach, Jace and Flynn are 16 and not 17, this is due to the fact that it wouldn't make sense with them being 17 and in year 11 unless they were all held back a year.

For those readers outside the UK, Year 11 is basically THAT horrible year where you take loads of exams before you turn 17 and move onto Sixth Form, College or get an apprenticeship. xD

On a side note: Go follow and check out '' because it's a great book!

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It's been four days without talking to Jace. Of course, during school I've been speaking to him but after school, I just get extremely bored.

Today has probably been the most unproductive day in my entire life, all I've done is lie in bed and play games on my phone. I called Flynn twice and we just spoke for God knows how long about nothing, just... General stuff about coming out, dealing with hate, etc. It was a nice conversation, it just flowed and I kind of missed that because I haven't been talking to Flynn so much recently and when I talk to Jace, most the time all we're doing is trying to talk on top of each other.

I found out a lot about Flynn during our phone call such as the fact that he is most definitely not a butt virgin, which was quite unexpected, I also found out that his mum absolutely loves gays so accepting her one and only son wasn't a difficult thing to do.

"Hey." I greeted him on the phone as I called him yet another time.

"Let me guess, you're still lazing around in bed?"

"Yup."

"Why don't you come over? Nobody's home right now. We can chill and play games- like old times."

"Ah, might as well." I twisted around in my bedsheets and lay on my side with the phone on the pillow next to me on speaker. "I really cant be bothered to get up though!"

"Dude, it's fricking what? four in the afternoon?"

"I know..." I elongated out. "Can't you come over instead and sneak through the window like we used to?"

"The thing is, i'm lazing around in bed too." he laughed.

"Goddammit, why am I the one who has to get up?" I groan into the phone and rip the duvet off me, immediately shivering at the dropped temperature. Goosebumps appeared on my arms and legs and felt itchy.

I walked over my dresser and left the phone on the top, on speaker, and picked out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt.

"The things I do for you." I roll my eyes even though he wouldn't even be able to see.

"I know, you love me." I can almost feel him grinning into the phone.

"More like... I hate you."

"Then I hate you too."

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Twenty minutes later, I was knocking on Flynn's front door. After getting an interrogation from my mum, she took it upon herself to ring Flynn's mum later on to check that I was actually at his house instead of Jace's.

Mrs Hopper opened up the door for me, looking as giddy as ever as she squeezed me into a hug or more like, suffocating me with her huge boobs. "I haven't seen you in a long time, Zach!"

Flynn's mother was the type of women who would head out of the house wearing nothing but a skirt and a t-shirt even on the coldest days, she had once tried to persuade Flynn that she's 'hip' and can wear whatever she wants because it's 'setting a trend'. A trend that could give you pneumonia, that is.

"Yeah..." I trailed off, still pressed up against her boobs.

"Flynn is just upstairs, you can head up." She released me and shooed me off as she shut the door and went into the living room.

I hurriedly ran up the stairs, feeling just as excited as all the other times I come over to see Flynn. I threw open the bedroom door and walked in, seeing Flynn jump from the loud bang as the door collided with his wall, just adding to the huge dent in the wall from the other times I've threw open the door.

"Holy..." Flynn trailed off and lay back down on his bed, eyes focusing again on the current TV show he's streaming on his iPad.

"Whatchu watching?" I jumped on his bed and made myself comfortable after kicking off my shoes.

"Oh nothing, just some kind of new series that's a lot like Twilight."

"Sounds so cool." I said, making sure he can hear the sarcasm that's practically dripping from my voice.

"Oh shut up." He playfully punched my arm and naturally, as if it was by instinct or an everyday thing, wrapped me up in an embrace.

He twisted around so my back was pressed up against his chest and brought the iPad in front of us. I was confused for a moment, how Flynn could work up the courage to do such a simple act when he was generally one of those people that are hesitant to do such things.

Nonetheless, I didn't complain about it, it was nice to be cuddled and I accepted the fact that I am a lot like a needy girlfriend who constantly needs affection.

My eyes felt tired after about half an hour of watching the same programme and they closed and I felt sleep take over.

I awoke to some kind of scuffling next to me and a series of odd noises that sounded a lot like... Sex?

Instantly my eyes opened, and I twisted around so that I faced the ceiling, the noises got louder and louder until...

"Ohhhhhh!" I shot out of the bed, and headed straight out the bedroom door, throwing open the door to the room neighbouring Flynn's room and there, I saw a sight that would surely scar me every time I see that brown haired boy.

Flynn was sat on the guest room bed, shirtless with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a white substance all over his insanely attractive torso. I looked across from him, at the TV and saw some kind of BDSM stuff going on between three men and two women but my eyes were more focused on the men.

I began to notice myself growing a little horny at the sight of it and moved my attention reluctantly from the television, to Flynn and then out the window.

"Zach!" Flynn yelled and put his jeans on properly, using his shirt that was thrown aside as a cloth to wipe up his mess.

Watching Flynn rapidly wiping away the mess and hiding his (huge and shaved) d**k was definitely something that was not helping me brain function properly enough to turn myself off.

"Flynn dammit!" I wiped a hand down my face, something I've been doing a lot recently.

"I'm sorry!" He stood up off the bed, almost tripping over his own feet and came in front of me, pulling my hand away from my face. I just grimaced and slapped his hand away, knowing fully well where it's been.

Almost resembling a solider, he moved his hands to his sides and stood up straight. "Why would you... When I'm right next door?"

"That doesn't matter." He waved the issue off and looked down at the ground.

I wasn't peeved at him... You know.. But seriously, when I'm right next door? Didn't his mum hear? If so, the sympathy I feel for her is sky high.

Flynn looked up, showing off those twinkling, dilated, cobalt eyes of his. He was still shirtless and my my, was that a sight to see. I couldn't help but train my eyes on his defined four pack and his pants that were worn pretty low, giving me a clear view of his V-line. My fingers traced the outline of his abs until I reached the waistband of his jeans. I slipped a finger in, then two and then dove right in, feeling the outline of his hardening member through the thin material of the boxers.

"Zach." Flynn said in a soft tone. "Let me show you what I can do, and you can tell me to stop at any time."

I looked up to his beautiful eyes, and contemplated on the offer. Should I or should I not? I trusted Flynn, so much that I'd sell my soul to him, or I'd go cliff diving with him, or I'd let him have his way, knowing fully well that he'll stop when I think it's getting too much for me.

So I nodded and smiled at the smirk I saw on his lips, I knew that he'd be extra gentle, I knew he would be careful and I most definitely knew that he'd stop when I ask him.

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