Liam
“You’re tutoring the Asher Prince?” my mother asked me for the fifth time since I told her the newest happenings. What can I say? My mom is my best friend and besides, he might be here when she gets back from work at times. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about us being alone in the house.
“Yes, mom,” I responded, rolling my eyes while I shred chicken for the salad.
“Shiiiit, he must be in real trouble to come to you,” she says as she takes a sip of her coffee.
I look up at her with a frown. “Wait, what exactly is that supposed to mean?” I ask, feeling slightly offended at her words, but she only chuckles.
“The boy is an Alpha male quarterback and probably a homophobe, yet he came to the only openly gay guy for help. I bet he told you to keep it a secret as well.” She says, and I am left dumbfounded at her answer. I look down and continue to shred the chicken, feeling embarrassed by her words. How do mothers do it?
I feel a hand on my shoulder as she sidles up next to me. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Guys like Asher Prince are a dime a dozen, especially in a small town like this. They’ll suck you dry and toss you aside as soon as they’re done with you, so try not to get too close to him, okay?” She says, and I lay my head on her shoulder, wondering how I was going to cope without her and her comforting words when I needed them. A phone or video call definitely would not make up for her presence.
“Thanks, mom,” I say, not explaining what my thank you was for, but I think she knew already.
She kisses my forehead, then continues with the demolishing of a cucumber.
“Oh, mom,” I say, suddenly remembering something, “why the heck are you at home, anyway?” She looks at me and smirks.
“Everyone is under the impression that I’m burning out, so they chased me home for the next two days. They reckon they can cope without me.” She says and rolls her eyes. Although I can hear the annoyance in her voice, there was also relief at the prospect of resting. I smile,
“Thank God for your co-workers. Hopefully, you do get some rest in, mom.” She sticks her tongue out at me and pops a piece of cheese into her mouth.
We bicker back and forth before we settled down to have supper together. As usual, I do most of the talking while she listens and offers advice where she’s able to. And as usual, I pick up on the loneliness that lace her voice and eyes. My mother is a strong-willed, stubborn woman, a trait I got from her, I might add. She’s always helping others and neglecting herself - something I think she does on purpose due to the guilt she feels over her failed marriage to my father.
I clear the dishes away, and my mother excuses herself before heading to her room. She will probably stay there for the rest of the evening and wallow in her own thoughts again. Sighing, I contemplate keeping her company, but I know she would just brush my help to the side. Remember when I said she was strong-willed and stubborn? Add proud to the list and you have my mother - she would not accept my help or comfort even if I had to beg her.
This contributed to my worries about leaving her alone in this town. She would be by herself on a permanent basis and I wouldn’t be here to help ease her loneliness. I suppose we will always worry about our parents, especially when we’re raised in a loving environment where we could be ourselves without judgement. Letting out one last sigh, I fold the dish towel and head out of the kitchen, switching off the light before heading to my room.
“Night, mom!” I shout as I walk past her bedroom, but I hear the shower running and realise that she might not have heard me.
I strip and get ready for bed, trying not to think about tomorrow and what it would entail. Asher would be in my home and it would probably smell his cologne long after he leaves. Why did I have to say yes to this fucking thing?
Yet again, I would get used as they needed me, taking their fill and so much more, then I would get left out in the gutter. I should have ‘idiot’ stamped on my forehead. Wait, maybe that’s what the jocks see when they see me. It would explain why they always use and abuse me.
Fuck sakes. This grumbling won’t get me anywhere right now, I think as I get under my covers and turn off the light on my bedside table. Maybe I could speak to Asher about rather asking Fallon for help. Seeing as she was the second smartest in the school, she should truly be the one helping him and not me. Yeah, that would work.
Stupid me, smiling at this thought before my cell phone signals I’ve received a text message. I wish I never read it, I should just have gone to bed and ignored my cell phone because the text succeeded in making me change my mind about Fallon. It was from Asher:
Thanks again for saying yes to tutoring me. You have no idea how much you have saved my ass! - A.
I drift off to sleep with an unwanted smile on my face and thoughts of Asher Prince and his perfect ass.
Asher “Hit the showers!” Coach yells, signalling the end of practice. He’s been training us to the bone lately, but we all knew it was to prepare for the first game of the season between the Waterford Capitals and Mountford Rebels in three weeks’ time. To be honest, I’m pumped up about the game; it takes my mind off current things. “Y’all wanna chill at the diner this afternoon? I could fucking use one of Mamma Jane’s Capital’s right about now,” Brock asks as he stands there buck naked while we exit the showers. Mamma Jane’s was a popular mom and pop diner most of us frequented, and a Capital was a fully loaded burger exploding with carbs. It shows you how much football ruled this town; the local diner named a burger meal after our team. The majority of the guys were up for it, but I had my lie planned out already. “Can’t. My fucking dad has a tutor coming over later. The asshole is threatening my college fund if I keep on failing.” I say as I
Asher It’s been about a week since Liam started tutoring me, and yesterday I handed in my essay. I’m confident in what I wrote, but I can’t help thinking of my father’s taunt regarding my tuition. Knowing my old man would make good on his threat, I know this. As I said, I’m my father’s prodigy, not his son. “Mr Prince, please stay behind,” Mrs Williams calls as the lunch bell goes. “Fuck, what did I do now?” I think to myself as I grab my things, and I feel eyes on the back of my head, already knowing that it was Liam staring at me. As soon as the class empties, Mrs Williams gets up and walks towards me, then puts a piece of paper in front of me. I look down, and my heart stopped - it was my essay. B. I got a fucking B! I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry! When I looked up at Mrs Williams, she had a smile on her face. “Is Liam tutoring you?” she suddenly asks, and my heart jumps into my throat. How the fuck did she
*TRIGGER WARNING - POSSIBLE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND HOMOPHOBIC SLUR* Asher “It’s about fucking time the quarterback in you came out again. Good job, Prince.” Coach says and gives me a slap on my back. I feel a regained sense of unity between my teammates and me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We hit the showers, with the others talking bullshit while we get ready. Their shitty comments didn’t even phase me today; I felt fucking invincible. I leave the practice feeling refreshed and ready for the first time in weeks. My grades were up, and I got a booty call with my girl just now, Coach was happy with me - life is good! “Ready?” Fallon says as I approach my truck, and I nod. “Fuck, yeah,” I reply, taking her into my arms and kissing her. My dick starts to twitch at the feel of her body pressed up against me, and I squeeze her butt. It’s been a while since I got turned on by anything Fallon did to me
Liam It’s almost 6 pm, and Asher hasn’t been to my place or called to say he wouldn’t be coming today. Should I call him? I sigh and walk over to the kitchen window to look out for him, something I had been doing all afternoon since I got home from school. A smile teases my lips when I think back to what happened this afternoon. A guy from the swim team came up and talked to me; we exchanged numbers, and guess what? He’s bi! He admitted to having a crush on me but didn’t have the courage to talk to me until he saw me sitting by myself this afternoon. The guy had the most swoon-worthy green eyes, full, kissable lips and a body to die for. Ugh, what is it about jocks that just gets me so worked up? We were meeting up for a movie on Friday night, and who knows what could happen afterwards? 6:30 pm and I decided to give up on Asher coming. It’s weird, though. Usually, he would text me if he would be even ten minutes late, but now
Asher I can’t believe I just did that. What the fuck is wrong with me? I knocked into Liam on purpose just so I could piss him off, but that fucking Jason Adams only pushed my buttons more. If he had just shut up, I wouldn’t have gotten even angrier than I am now. Fallon leads me into the guy’s locker room and pushes me against the wall. “What the fuck was that all about, Ash?!” She exclaims, watching me with a disappointing expression. “You know, the reason I fell in love with you was that you weren’t like all these other fucking jocks in this school; you were kind and hated bullying. Now you’ve turned into your fucking friends!” I look at her, not even trying to deny that I had fucked up. “Don’t you think I fucking know that?!” I say without raising my voice, but the tone of my voice made her eyes widen in surprise. “I thought that after yesterday you would be over whatever slump it is that you’re in. I thoug
Asher I knew that I shouldn’t be here. I’m probably the last person Liam wanted to see right now, but I knew the longer I stayed away, the harder it would be to ask for forgiveness. His eyes narrowed when he saw me sitting in his lounge area; it was evident that I had been waiting for him. “Your mom let me in; she had to rush to the hospital about an hour ago and said she would be late.” “What are you doing here?” He asks me, ignoring my entire sentence. I get up and walk towards him, but he takes a cautious step backwards. His reaction hit me harder than I thought it would and proved something: Liam was scared of me. I sighed and wiped a hand over my face in frustration. “I came to apologize for my behaviour today, Liam,” I say and see the surprise on his face, then his eyes narrowed in suspicion again. “What’s the point in apologizing to me when you broke my boyfriend’s nose? Nothing you can say will justify what you did to me; the humiliation, you of all people, made me feel to
Liam After seeing Asher out, I ran to my room and shut the door behind me. I’m still reeling from what just happened; Asher Prince fucking kissed me. Every other jock who has come to me to experience the urges they’ve kept locked inside made it clear that no kissing would be involved. So why… What was that?! I sink to the floor and hang my head in my hands with my fingers tracing my lips; I could still taste him and feel the warmth of his body against mine. But then the image of Jason’s face pops into my head, and guilt immediately wells up in my chest. Oh.. oh no; I cheated on him not even one day after going steady. God, he cannot find out about this. I have to tell Asher not to mention anything, but then again, I doubt he would. The shock and disgust on his face after he pulled away from me was as clear as day. I don’t even think Asher knew what he wanted. “Liam, grubs up!” my mom shouted from the kitchen, so I took a deep breath before going out to meet her. She can’t know wha
Asher “Yo, what the fuck, Prince? You let that sweet ass just dip out on you?” Dale comments as we get ready for practice. I shrug, pushing on my gear. “Shit was getting stale; maybe some new pussy will get me more motivated,” I say to a gaggle of jeers from the team. Becoming the asshole jock was an easy role to slip into lately, especially since my team saw me picking on Liam and beating up the other queer, Jason. I seemed to have gained their respect more, which is sickening if you ask me. Fuck it, and it’s only for a few more months, then I’ll be out of this fucking place. Dale moves closer and slings an arm over my shoulder. “So if we had to, you know, fuck at the bonfire, would there be any hard feelings between us?” He asks, asshole that he is, but I just flash him a grin. “Have at it, make sure she sucks your dick first, though. She’s a genius with her mouth,” I say and see his eyes widen. He didn’t expect my answer, but he clapped me on the back anyway, grinning like a f