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The Long Way

Copyright© 2006 by Dominic Lukas

Chapter 2: Change of heart

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Change of heart - A bad situation at home forces Owen to move in with his brothers. He meets Aiden, and slowly begins to come out of his shell.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/mt   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   Gay   First   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Slow  

A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing!

I had been to the principal's office before. Just not at this school. It's not like I'd always been completely innocent. I definitely wasn't innocent this time. Dennis and his friends had walked past the bench I was sitting on, outside of the office, and I got to look at the damage.

They were worse off than we were. We, meaning Shane, Adam and I. I was surprised the two of them joined the fight. Adam was a small guy but got out with a bloody nose; while Shane looked okay except he had a rip in his shirt and he was a little dirty. The other side was definitely messed up worse than we were, especially Dennis, who gave me a look that promised retribution before he was forced to keep moving by one of the school security guards.

I was suddenly scared. But not because of Dennis. He could do whatever he wanted to me and it wouldn't matter. I just wasn't intimidated by him, simple as that. I was afraid because of what I'd just done. I wasn't with my parents anymore. I was my brothers' problem, and the thought of being shipped back to my father scared the hell out of me. I was beginning to feel like I'd really fucked up when the door to the main office opened and Aiden Knightly appeared with his broken camera. I'd almost forgotten about him. Almost.

He didn't even look at us; he just sat down on the bench opposite of Shane, Adam, and me and stared at his broken equipment as the older man behind him with gray hair and glasses gave us a measuring look before disappearing into his office.

That was Principal Johnson, and I didn't much care for him, not even when my brothers brought me to sign up for school. He didn't really take much interest in me after I said that I wouldn't be going out for any sports. I guess he was interested in me now. But not for very flattering reasons.

It was Adam who suddenly broke the silence.

"Okay," he said, sighing as he leaned back, removing the toilet paper from his bloody nose. "I've gotta know, Aiden, what the hell was that all about? I mean, I'm guessing that Dennis broke your camera, right? He did it on purpose?"

Aiden looked like he wanted to say, 'Duh' but instead he said, "Don't worry about it, Adam," sounding tired, and without looking up. "You should only be worried about yourself. Your mom's gonna kill you."

"Shit," Shane muttered. "I forgot about my parents. Hopefully Mom will come. If Dad has to leave work for this I am so grounded."

"I think we all are," Adam remarked. "But fuck, that was fun." Shane obviously agreed and gave his friend a high five.

Fun wasn't the word I would use to explain it.

"Did you see Dennis's face when Owen jumped in there?" Shane laughed. "He was all, like, 'Where the fuck did this guy come from?' Oh, man, that was awesome."

"No, Owen was awesome," Adam insisted. "I mean, he took out, like, three of those guys all on his own, and the way he laid out Dennis like that, oh, man!"

I wondered if this meant I had a mini fan club. I hoped not. I wasn't exactly taking any of this as flattery.

"And no one asked him to jump in like that," Aiden said sharply to the two other boys. That made me look up, and I found Aiden was glaring at me somewhat angrily. I got defensive. What the hell was he pissed at me for?

"I don't recall asking for an invitation," I retorted, "so get off your fucking horse. I know I don't know you, and I didn't do it for you, or your little camera there, anyway."

I think my sudden outburst shocked a few people, because everyone shut up, and Aiden just stared at me until I averted my eyes again. My revelation was followed by another long, awkward silence, and once again, it was Adam who broke it.

"So why did you jump in there like that, Owen?" he asked a little timidly. "I mean, I guess since you don't know Aiden I really don't get it. Dennis has always left you alone, and it's, like, all of a sudden you were just really pissed at him."

I didn't have an answer, so I just shrugged, and then before Adam could ask any more questions we were interrupted.

"Shit, my mom's here," Shane announced.

I turned and looked at the little redheaded woman coming our way. She seemed huffy and a little pink in the face as she passed, giving us all measuring looks before she glared at her son and then disappeared into the office without knocking.

"She looked pissed enough," Adam remarked.

That statement was confirmed a moment later when the door swung open and the same little, redheaded woman glared out and bellowed.

"Shane Rupert Conners!"

"Rupert?" we all chorused to a blushing Shane. I don't think we meant anything by it; it was just instinctive to repeat a funny-sounding middle name. Mine is Matthew, so I never had that problem.

Shane rolled his eyes at us and went to face the wrath of his mother. A moment later, Adam's mom showed up, but her reaction was a little different. She saw blood on her son and went into full mommy mode checking him over as he insisted he was fine; he was also blushing furiously. And then, to my surprise, she looked over Aiden, too. I guess that was because he was friends with Adam's sister. He quietly assured her that he wasn't hurt, and then Adam and his mother disappeared into the office together, leaving me alone with Aiden. The silence seemed somewhat deafening for another ten minutes; and then upon hearing the footsteps coming towards us we both looked up at the same time to see my brother.

Then I got another surprise.

"Chris," I said, at the same time Aiden said, "Tony?"

Aiden and I looked at each other briefly and then turned back to Chris. I was right, of course. It was Chris, not Tony. Chris smiled and shook his head, looking from one of us to the other, and then settled on shaking Aiden's hand.

"Have you called your mom yet?" Chris asked him.

Aiden dejectedly nodded his head yes. But then he answered, "I couldn't get her, so I called Tony and left a message."

So Aiden knew my brothers. Both of them. Interesting.

Chris smiled knowingly. I had no idea what this exchange was about and no one was going to fill me in at the moment.

"Sit tight, man, we'll take care of you," Chris said to Aiden. And then my brother turned to me and held out his hand. "You okay?" I nodded and was pleasantly surprised when he pulled me up and hugged me. I think I really needed that, and it seemed my exchange with Chris seemed just as confusing to Aiden as his had been for me.

When my brother was done hugging me he stepped back and looked between the two of us again.

"Fighting, huh?" Chris asked.

We both nodded, and then Chris suddenly looked concerned as he lifted my chin and studied the two black eyes that I was sure I had, and then glanced back at Aiden's swollen lip as if he were just seeing our battle scars for the first time.

"Please tell me you weren't fighting each other, " Chris said, frowning.

We both quickly shook our heads. I didn't know how Aiden knew my brother, and at the moment I didn't care. I forgot he was there and decided that I needed to say something to Chris.

"Look, Chris, I'm really sorry; I don't know..."

Chris placed his hand on my shoulder to silence me.

"Look, Owe, don't worry about it. I'm not Dad, okay?" I just looked down so he asked, "Okay?" again and I nodded. He pulled me into another hug. "It's gonna be fine. We'll figure it out. Now come on, let's get in there." Chris glanced back at Aiden and snapped his fingers. "You, too, let's go."

So together we went into the office where Shane, Adam, their mothers and our good old principal were waiting less than patiently. Johnson frowned at us and pointed at Aiden.

"Mr. Knightly, you can wait outside until your mother gets here."

Chris placed a reassuring hand on Aiden's shoulder and threw the principal a challenging look.

"I'm here for both of these boys," Chris stated matter-of-factly, "Aiden's mom can't be here and I'm on his emergency list. You know that Owen's my brother so let's avoid further argument and get down to business; what is it you think they did?"

Oh boy, I thought. I loved Chris, I really did, but Tony was much better at handling things like this. Chris was using a tone on the principal that was less than cooperative and he hadn't even heard the story yet. I guess you could say that Chris was never any good with authority figures. But I had to admit that his faith in me was touching, if he was already trying to defend us.

"What they did, Mr. Dovan," Johnson snidely replied, "is start a brawl on school grounds."

"They didn't start it," Chris retorted.

I looked at my brother, hoping that he wasn't going to end up with his foot in his mouth when he heard the whole story. Although, that was true, we didn't start it. At least, I don't think we did.

"And how would you know that?" Johnson demanded. "Because these little delinquents told you so?"

"I don't think that's called for, Mr. Johnson." This was Adam's mom.

"It is called for!" Johnson shot back. "You're all lucky I'm giving you one week suspension instead of involving the police!"

"Suspension?" Shane's mom sounded very disgruntled at this concept. She stood up and started wagging her finger at Johnson in a very animated way, "Now you listen to me, Mr. Johnson, you aren't doing anything to these boys just yet. You haven't even heard their side of the story, and all I've heard so far is how they roughed up that Dennis Gordon boy and his friends--and he's a little shit, anyway. I don't recall you suspending him when he sent Shane home with a black eye."

Shane giggled at his mom's choice of words, earning him a slap on the back of the head, which everyone else tried not to laugh at.

"I can't control what goes on away from school property, Mrs. Conners," Johnson said defensively.

"Well then, Mr. Johnson," Adam's mom spoke up again, "what about Dennis tripping Adam during track last year? He broke my son's arm."

"I can hardly prove that that wasn't an accident," Johnson declared.

"Well why don't you prove that Dennis didn't accidentally fall onto someone's fists, then," Chris remarked, "if he's so accident prone."

"Mr. Dovan, your brother and his friends were fighting on school grounds; now, I can suspend them all for one week or I can call the police. You're lucky that Mr. Gordon doesn't want to press charges."

That little speech had two angry mothers and an annoyed older brother giving Johnson an earful. When Adam and Shane began to throw in their own accusations about Dennis Gordon, the entire tiny room seemed to echo with loud shouting. You couldn't tell one voice from the next and I was getting a headache. Aiden looked like he felt the same way because he backed himself into a corner and rolled his eyes.

"It's my fault." I don't know why I said it. I don't. I just hated the arguing and something told me that if it didn't stop, I would freak out all over again. Well, it stopped, and now I had an audience. Oops.

"See," Johnson said triumphantly, much like a five-year-old would say, 'See, told ya so!'

Chris just threw him a dirty look and pointed at him. "Shut up."

I cringed and Johnson looked outraged, but Chris ignored him and turned back to me. "Owen, what do you mean it's your fault?"

"I started..." I started to say, but was interrupted by Johnson again.

"He started it. There."

What a prick.

Chris gave him another warning look and I think Johnson may have flinched. I would have. My brother had his charms, but Chris especially had the ability to look like a ruffian when he was pissed. It didn't matter though, Johnson shut up. I was going to continue, but before I could Aiden was standing next to me and addressing the principal.

"Owen didn't start it," Aiden stated, "Dennis did. He broke my camera, and it was no accident. Oh, and this is school property by the way." Aiden dropped the broken camera in front of a disgruntled Johnson and then crossed his arms defiantly, glancing at me only once before he continued. "Maybe you should talk to the police about that? Damaging school property, right? I told Dennis that he'd have to pay for it, and I guess you could say he didn't like that very much. Dennis threw the first punch, at me. Owen was the one who stopped him, and then Dennis's friends decided to get involved."

"Adam and Shane were only trying to break up the fight," I added, earning myself surprised looks from both of them and their mothers. I guess I was feeling generous. No need for everyone to get into trouble. Not that my tactics were going to work.

"That's right," Aiden confirmed.

"Well, it doesn't really matter," Johnson replied, as if he didn't believe a damn word we said, even if our version was closer to the truth than Dennis's could have been. "You were fighting on school grounds; I have no choice but to suspend you, one week. All of you."

This response had both mothers screaming their boys' innocence at Johnson and Johnson arguing back. It was Chris who suddenly stepped up to the desk and raised his voice.

"Fine," Chris said, causing both mothers to look at him furiously. He held up his hand to hold off their protests. "You can suspend them for a week, but I can vouch for two of these boys. They're good students, and there's no need to interrupt any of their studies. I'll want their work for the next week by tomorrow morning."

"I'll need Adam's too," Adam's mom said. Shane's mom muttered something no one understood, but I think this compromise was acceptable to her. After all, it seemed like all anyone cared about was if we kept our grades up, anyway.

"Well..." Johnson started.

"I'll be here in the morning," Chris cut him off. "I'll expect both Aiden's and Owen's work then. Also, Mr. Johnson, I'd like to point out that I don't see any of the other boys' parents here. I'd hate to think that that was because they're football players and they have a game this weekend. If you're suspending our boys, the others better get the same treatment or we might just have to contact our lawyers. Won't we, ladies?"

Chris at least got a smile from Adam's and Shane's moms; and was it my imagination, or did Johnson pale considerably? I guess he didn't like the idea of suspending key players of a winning team with a game coming up. Not that I followed sports anymore, but our school did seem to be proud of its team, and Dennis Gordon, captain quarterback.

"So," Chris said, "if that's all, I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Johnson."

"We'll be here too," Shane's mom stated before grabbing Shane's arm to drag him out with her.

Chris, Aiden and I were the last ones out. That's because Chris wanted to throw one last glare towards Johnson before we all silently walked out of the school. We reached the parking lot before Chris threw his head back and groaned.

"I hate that guy," he said. My brother smiled widely at me and then looked at Aiden. "Hey, Aiden, why don't you come on over until we can figure out where your mom is?" Aiden nodded and then Chris looked at me again, more concerned now. "You okay to drive, Owe?"

"Yeah," I said, looking towards my truck. But I didn't go to it; I looked apologetically at Chris. "Look Chris, I'm really..."

"Don't worry about it, Owen," Chris cut me off. "It's okay; Johnson's an ass and I know you, it's not your fault. But we'll talk later, when Tony's around, okay?"

I nodded, accepting that. But I was feeling far from all right about it. Chris sensed that, and gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze before he went off to his own car with Aiden in tow.

I drove home on my own, following behind Chris the whole way. Oddly enough, I only briefly thought about Aiden coming over as I wondered how he knew my brothers, and why Chris was on his emergency list at school. I guessed that Tony must have been too; after all, Aiden had thought Chris was Tony at first, a common mistake. Aiden had called Tony in place of his mother. I called Chris because I knew Tony had classes.

But I didn't dwell on Aiden for long. I was too busy scaring myself to death. Chris had been completely cool about handling my fuck-up at school. But I felt terrible for putting him in that situation in the first place. As I saw it, I was just a problem that my brothers didn't need. I couldn't believe that I actually managed to get suspended after a month at a new school. Not that I didn't deserve it. I think that was my biggest problem. I deserved it.

I mean, I was pissed at myself for going off like that. Sure, Dennis was a real ass, but that's no excuse for going off on him like I had. I'd misdirected my anger, and now I felt bad about it. I wished that helping Aiden had been the real reason why I joined that fight. It was a better reason than the ones my mind was coming up with, for why I did it in the first place.

I felt like I was in trouble when I got home. Home. I loved my brothers, but I still felt like a guest in their apartment most of the time. And when I went home that day I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach--knots that seemed to appear every time I got in trouble. Fear. Only there was nothing to be afraid of with Tony and Chris. I knew that, deep down I knew it. But I'd messed up. If I had pulled anything like this with my parents I'd be grounded for months. Chris said that we'd talk when Tony got home and I'd be lying if I said wasn't nervous.

Chris and Tony weren't parents. They were only four years older than me, and I don't think any of us had figured out the rules yet. They had taken responsibility for me, but it wasn't the same as living with parents. Hell, they hadn't even given me any rules. They didn't bother me about homework or anything like that. They trusted me to do that kind of thing on my own. I cleaned up after myself, and I was responsible. Until today.

I had messed up and I didn't know how anyone would handle it. Chris had blown it off, but Tony was always the one who was more responsible, so I doubted that Chris would have tried to deal with my problem without Tony anyway.

I wondered what would happen when Tony got home. I still had it in my head that if I got into too much trouble, they would send me back to my parents. Because of that, I'd previously decided that I would do anything my brothers wanted me to. Although, I'm not sure how it would feel to be grounded by one of them.

I missed a light on the way home, so by the time I got there, Chris was already inside with Aiden. It was weird to see Aiden in my house. Like I said, I'd only seen him in the halls at school before today, and I'd only noticed him because he was so damn hot. He was on the sofa with Chris and they were stretched out playing some video game as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, which made me nervous for some reason.

"Hey, Owen," Chris called. "I ordered pizza for dinner. Tony should be home soon; Aiden and I were just playing a few games while we're waiting, you interested?"

"No thanks." I shrugged. "I've got homework."

That was a lie and Chris knew it. But he didn't say anything. He let me go to my room where I closed my door and plopped down on the bed, lacing my fingers behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was tired all of a sudden, but I didn't fall asleep. I just waited silently for the time to pass. Every once in a while I heard laughter from the other room and I wondered about Aiden again. Why hadn't my brothers mentioned him?

Or maybe they had and I just couldn't remember. I'd met a few of their friends, especially on the weekends at the club, but never took much of an interest. That was just me keeping my distance.

It came to mind once again that neither Chris nor Tony had had any visitors since my arrival. I started to wonder why that was. I thought that maybe it was my fault. I knew that I'd been down lately, but I had no idea that I was so bad that they couldn't have people over. Was I that bad? I was feeling guilty all over again.

I don't think I was in my room very long before there was a knock on the door. I sat up and stared towards it for a moment.

"Yeah," I called.

The door opened and Tony came in. It surprised me, because I hadn't heard the front door open in the first place, but I managed a faint smile anyway.

"Hey, Tony."

He smiled and took a seat next to me on my bed.

"I hear you had a rough day," he said.

I hung my head and nodded.

"I'm really sorry," I mumbled.

"Hey." Tony squeezed my shoulder and I looked at him. He looked just as concerned as always. "Chris told me all about it. Don't worry about it, Owe. I mean, sure it sucks you have to skip school, but I'm not about to lecture you for sticking up for someone else, especially Aiden--he's a good guy."

"But that's just it," I said more sharply than I intended. "I wasn't sticking up for him."

Tony looked at me with his I'm-trying-to-figure-you-out face and I just shrugged.

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