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Chapter 2: Restrained

Jane was kissing Spinner in a way he’d desperately needed for months. His heart, still tattered by Darcy welcomed Jane’s warm embrace and soothing quality. Still something was missing in their new found passion and as he broke away from the dark haired girl a blond haired boy smiled up at him and crushed Spinner’s lips back down to his. In Spinner’s mind Jane’s girlish lips were replaced by Johnny’s rough, thin ones. They left Spinner’s mouth and trailed lightly along his chin, traveling to his ear and nipping playfully at it. Spinner groaned.

“Like that.” It wasn’t a question.

A pleased Jane, not Johnny, stared up at him and he awarded her with a smile, trying to keep the shock off his face. Still the perceptive Jane picked up on his discomfort.

“Is something wrong?” She tilted her head up at him in question.

“It’s the chemo,” Spinner quickly made up an excuse. “The cancer fighting process can be a real turn off.”

Jane pouted up at him. “Poor Spin. You want me to skip out?”

“Sorry.” Spinner nodded, “Yeah.”

“K,” Jane whined. “See you at school.”

Johnny was minding his own business in detention, cleaning the outside of lockers, when two Degrassi dweebs came across his path. Danny and Derek stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Johnny give them a dirty look and puffed out their puny chest.

“You got uh problem skeeze?” Danny confronted him.

“Do you?” Johnny responded.

“You think you’re such a tough guy, think you can beat me in a fight with out stabbing me in the back?” Derek urged.

Johnny threw down his sponge and Derek took a step back in surprise.

“Get out of here,” Johnny snorted.

“Yeah,” a stern voice behind Johnny intervened.

Derek and Danny looked over Johnny’s shoulder and gave Spinner injured looks.

“Whatever,” Derek sneered. The two afro haired boys walked off resentfully.

Spinner held up a bag of chips to Johnny and Johnny took the offering; noticing the other boys weak demeanor. “Not hungry?” Johnny asked, sympathetically.

Spinner nodded pitifully. “Someone should enjoy them, I bit into one and I already feel like puking my guts out.”

“Simpson won’t let you off from detention while you’re this sick?”

“Nah,” Spinner clarified, “They take school violence very seriously these days. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in this kind of trouble.”

Johnny’s mind immediately leaped to the shooting. Before he could reply Spinner’s phone started vibrating in his pocket and he swiftly removed it, frowning down at the caller’s ID.

“What?” Johnny asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Jane wants me to see some band with her.” Spinner groaned.

“Are you kidding? Dude, you’re a mess.” Johnny scowled.

“I’ve got to just walk it off.” Spinner determined.

“It’s not like someone just punched in the groin man, you’ve got cancer.”

“I’m fine,” Spinner countered unconvincingly. “See you tomorrow.”

Spinner walked off leaving Johnny with several un-said arguments.

The next day Spinner happened upon Johnny walking in the opposite direction of his second period class. With out knowing his intentions the older boy felt inclined to follow his new, “sort of” friend. He followed Johnny out side of the school and into the adjoining parking lot where he decided to make his presence know.

“Hey Johnny boy- need a ride?” Spinner shouted.

Johnny whipped around, saw Spinner a few car lengths away from him and placed a hand over his right eye. Spinner was taken aback because Johnny had a large red and purple bruise around his eye.

“Who?” Spinner mouthed, causing Johnny to turn away in shame.

“If that bitch sent you after me…” Johnny trailed off, his voice croaky.

It took Spinner a minute to realize Johnny was referring to his first period teacher.

“No,” Spinner told him. “I saw you walking and thought you’d like a ride. Where are you headed?”

Johnny laughed grimly, “Anywhere but here.”

Spinner drove his car in silence while a distant Johnny clutched his seat belt and peered out the passenger window. Eventually Spinner pulled into the parking lot of a local pharmacy Johnny mentioned he needed to stop by. Johnny didn’t make any motion that suggested he was getting out when the car came to a stop.

“What do you need? I’ll get it,” Spinner offered.

Johnny rubbed his bruised eye. “No, I have to go in. My mom needs me to pick up her meds.”

“Oh.” Spinner tapped his hands on the stirring wheel. “Is she sick?”

“She’s crazy,” Johnny stated simply.

Spinner instantly regretted the innocent question. “Oh.”

Johnny took a deep breath and unfastened his seat belt. He climbed out of the car very slowly, making Spinner suspect he was bruised and sore in other places.

“Be right back.”

“Where to now Johnny,” Spinner asked when the boy climbed back into the car, brown paper bag in hand.

“You want to hang out at my place?” Johnny asked. “My alcoholic dad took off again and my mom is out praying for his soul. We’ll be alone with booze and TV.”

“Sounds good,” Spinner gulped. This was a lie. The majority of Spinner wanted to bolt out of the situation right then, but another part of him that spoke from a far deeper and more powerful place could not bear to abandon Johnny, who was obviously reaching out to him in his own way.

Johnny’s house was a tiny two-story squished together with several other tiny homes on his block. The outside paint job was nicer than Spinner’s house, but the decently growing grass was unkempt and littered with trash and broken beer bottles. The inside of the house was barely visible in the darkness provided by the thick, red drapes closed off around every window. Johnny led Spinner to a door that had a set of stairs going downward behind it. They walked into the basement, Johnny closing the door behind them and flipping on a light switch.

In the basement a TV was sitting on a crate in front of a weary looking, yellow couch. Johnny threw a white blanket and pillow resting on the couch on top of a washer and dryer set, and motioned for Spinner to sit. He then walked over to a tiny fridge that when opened revealed several six packs of beer. Johnny grabbed two beers, handed one to Spinner, and sat down next to him.

Spinner gave Johnny an intense look over. “Are you down here a lot?”

Johnny grabbed a remote from the back of the couch, “When my dad’s in a real nasty mood.”

Spinner took a sip of his beer. “Does he take off a lot?”

Johnny shrugged at the question. “Yeah, but he always comes back. He left this time because he didn’t like my mom going to Al-Anon meetings.”

“This girl I know goes to those sometimes. They’re for people who have alcoholics in the family right?”

Johnny nodded. “I went to one once, it was lame. Someone told me I had control issues like my dad and needed to restrain my anger or I’d end up like him.”

“Sounds like fun,” Spinner joked.

“Do I scare you?” Johnny probed abruptly.

Spinner coughed, “A little.”

Johnny placed his beer and the TV remote on the floor and put a hand on Spinner’s knee. “You scare me too. I can’t get you out of my damn head.”

“Johnny,” Spinner whispered. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know.” Johnny shook his head in confusion. “No wait I do, I mean I think I do.”

Johnny paused and moved his hand up Spinner’s leg. “I want to touch you.”

Spinner’s hand grabbed at Johnny’s wrist, but it was too late, the younger boy was already cupping his erection. Spinner dropped his beer and took hold of both of Johnny’s forearms. Spinner intended to shove Johnny away but Johnny pressed his lips against Spinner’s before he could do so. Spinner was quickly distracted by the taste of Johnny’s mouth and the feel of his hand un-zipping Spinner’s pants and shoving itself inside to grope his growing member with out any barriers.

Eventually both ended up with nothing but their shirts on with Johnny straddling Spinner’s waist. Johnny did most of the work; he humped Spinner—rubbing their erections together in jerky, awkward motions. Spinner tried to thrust up yet was overwhelmed by the intensity of the simple act, and eventually relaxed back into the couch. He allowed the pleasure to over take him while he tightly cupped Johnny’s well-rounded buttocks with both hands.

Spinner came first, shouting out obscenities in bliss. Johnny came soon after, his mouth coming to rest against Spinner’s ear lobe as he cried out.

Spinner felt tears trickling down onto his shoulder as he slowly came back to reality, his hands still firmly cupping Johnny’s ass. “Are you okay?”

“No. Never.”

END of Chapter 2; expect Chapter 3 in one week.