Joe and Andrew : Part 4

I couldn’t sleep. I had gotten home at 11.45pm. I called Joe at least 7 times before I had even got home. I tried once more before I tried to sleep … again.

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I abruptly woke up, stand to attention. I checked my phone to see if Joe had called or text, but nothing. I was so scared. It was 7.30am. I had 30 minutes to get ready, I must have fallen asleep after 4.30am, I hate not being able to sleep. I rushed to get ready, burning myself many times with the straighteners. I needed to make sure that Joe was okay, if anything had happened to him because of me I would die of guilt. Once I was ready I ran out to my car and drove way over the speed limit to school, I didn’t care if I looked like a nerd for running into school. I ran to Joe’s form room where he is usually registered at this time. No one was in there. Luckily my first period was art, hopefully Joe was there.

When I walked through the doors I soon realised I was first to art. After what seemed hours everyone started to pour in. Yet no sign of Joe. I hung my head in my hands, I didn’t want to look who else came through the door. I was too scared. Soon I felt a hand lightly clench my shoulder. I looked up slowly desperately hoping for it to be Joe. It was Charlie, one of Joe’s now nice to me mates.
“Have you seen or heard from Joe? Please tell you have.” I felt tears swell up in my eyes. I rushed out of art and into the boys bathroom like a little girl. The door soon swung open after me and Charlie came over. I was already wiping my eyes with tissue and turning a tomato red, I always get embarrassed crying in front of anyone really.
“No, I haven’t heard from Joe. Why?”
“Shit!” I shouted.
“What happened?” Charlie seemed genuinely concerned, for once.
“Well we went back to his place after our meal, everything was going fine. We was having a laugh and then everything got all … sexual, I won’t go into detail, a straight guy listening to guy on guy stories … I don’t think you would like.” I chuckled lightly.
“Thanks” Charlie said with a kinda cheer up smile on his face. I had never really notice that he was quite cute but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
“Joe told me that nobody was in, so we was in his room, on the bed. I was, lets just say I was in between his legs ‘having desert’. Then his dad burst in. I almost bit his dick off!”
“Oh shit!” Charlie dug his teeth into his dark pink lips.

“I know, he was screaming. I kicked me out and Joe was trying to get his dad to let him drive me home but he said he wasn’t finished with him yet. It took me an hour to walk home. I was freaking out the whole of last night, I still am.”
“Mate,” Charlie said in his rough macho voice, “I’m sure Joe is alright, he is a big lad, he can take care of himself.”
I still wasn’t convinced. A quiet sob slipped from my lips and soon Charlie was giving me a “man” hug, lightly patting my back. I pulled away.
“Thanks.” I said whilst looking at the floor. He slowly walked backward towards the door and must have returned to art. I stayed in the bathroom for another 10 minutes cleaning the tear marks off my face. I started to walk back to my art class. When I walked through the doors, everyone just stopped and looked at me then back at a shadow resting their head against the desk. I stormed forward. It was Joe I knew it. It was. Charlie jumped up and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. Just kinda embarrassing.
“Andrew.” his tone was sharp and harsh, “Joe is in there, but he is fucked and needs to rest for this period so talk to him after, yeah?”
It was hard for me not to just run back in there and see if he was alright. I was literally digging my fingers into the desk.
“Sure.”

I decided to finish my work in another room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my shit if I was in the same room as Joe. I wanna see how he is. I want him to know that I’m sorry for fucking up. As I gathered my stuff and left I heard Joe say huskily,
“Charlie, what the fuck did you say to him? Why is he leaving?” Joe sounded genuinely anxious. I wanted to stay and hear what Charlie was gonna say but I had to force myself to leave yet it was like there was a magnet under me and I was like sheet of metal stuck to it.
“All I said was …”
As soon as Charlie opened his mouth it was like I was released, I ran out of the small corridor. Once I reached the next room I regretted my actions yet I still sat down and tried to carry on with my sketch. I froze up. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t concentrate. I needed to know if he was alright but I had to leave him alone to rest. I pinched the bridge of my nose and started chewing on my pencil.
“Charlie, just fuck off. I know what I can and can’t do!” I could tell Joe was trying to stay calm.
“Dude, just wait. You should rest.” Charlie explained.
“Just leave it, okay. I need to talk to him!”
I thought I was hearing things. I ended up biting my pencil in half I bit down so hard.
“For fuck sake!”
I bent down and picked up the two pieces lying on the floor. I heard the door swing open.
“Andrew?”

It was Joe. I smiled. I wasn’t going insane.
“Down here.” I called out. I threw my hand up to the desk but ended up catching my hand in his. He pulled me up with my face still pointing to the ground. I slammed my broken pencil on the desk.
“How’d that happen?”
“I bit it in half.” I chuckled.
“How the fuck does that work.”
I looked up at his face.
“Because of these.” I ran my tongue over my teeth.
“How are you? I couldn’t sleep last night I was so worried about you.”
Joe pulled off the black aviators which were covering his beautiful eyes. I gasped as I saw his left eye was black and bruised badly and his right cheek had many scratch marks down it. His usual perfect soft pink lips were stained red from blood and his bottom lip had a deep cut down it. I felt a tear fall down my cheek but pulled in him for a hug before he could see me cry.

“Ahhh, ouch!”
“What?”
“My ribs.” he breathed.
I pulled up his top over his ripped body to see dark purple bruises across his left side.
“Have you been to the hospital?”
“No, why?”
“Because your ribs may be broken and if they are they might puncture your lungs if you make the wrong move and that would be fucking bad.”
“We’ll go after school.”
“Nope.” I gave him a cheeky smile. “We’re going now.” I threw everything back into my bag then took his hand in mine and pulled him to the student car park.
“Won’t we get in shit for this?”
“I think your health is more important than an hour of school.”

After waiting 20 minutes in the emergency room Joe was examined. After a further 30 minutes Joe came out and the nurse explain that he was lucky his ribs weren’t broken yet they were badly bruised. She gave Joe some pain killers which should help. On the way back to the car Joe asked.
“After school I’m looking around some apartments. I can’t go home. Not after what happened last night. My mum and sister begged me to stay but they have kept their noses out of what my father does to me for to long for me to feel guilt at leaving. Anyways I was wondering if you would look with me.”
“Why would you want my opinion on places for you to live?”
“Because my great grandfather recently passed away and left me … hmmm lets say a reasonable sum of money. Also I want you opinion because I’m hoping you will be spending lots of time there.”
“Really? After what happened last night was all my fault?”
“Your fault?!” Joe sounded surprised at what I just said, “Hardly Andrew, I didn’t know that anyone was home but I could of looked around, I could of locked the door. If I knew you was that good at giving head I would of bitten down on a pillow to stop myself from moaning so loud.”
“Okay, fifty percent my fault, fifty percent your fault. And…” I paused and sighed, “I would love to come and look at this place with you.”
“I’ll save what I wanna do to you right now for later.” Joe looked at me in a seductive way and pushed his lips out like an air kiss kinda thing. It was so hot. I chuckled and could feel myself blush. Then I thought about me blushing and went even more red. Which made me feel embarrassed. I drove us both back to school with Joe’s hand on my thigh making it hard for me to concentrate on the road but we made it back without crashing. I was proud.

The last class I had left flew by yet Joe had another hour of classes left. I ended up daydreaming in my car for what seemed five minutes about sexual fantasies with Joe equals a good way to pass the time yet it must of been the full hour Joe was in business class, fun. There was a sudden tap at the window and it was Joe wearing his black shades again. If only he was wearing a black trench coat, arrested me, then fucked me hard one of my fantasies would come true.
“I left my car at my house so could you give me a ride?”
“Of course, get in.” I said in the sexiest voice I could come up with.
After another thigh feeling, almost crashing, radio blaring drive we reached his house. I pulled up in the drive way. I saw someone looking out the window but move out of view as I pulled up the handbrake. I gulped. Remembering what had happened last time I was here.
“You okay? Joe questioned.
“Just remembered what happened last time I was here, and I just saw someone walk past the window, might be your dad.” I bit down on my bottom lip.
“It’ll be okay, I checked to make sure he was at work or something.”
“Okay.” I still wasn’t convinced.
I stayed in the car while I watched Joe pull the keys for his car outta his bag. He soon climbed out after kissing my lightly on the cheek. Once outta the car door he open the front door and grabbed what seemed like 5 bags and threw them into the boot of his navy blue BMW. After everything was in, he slammed all the doors that were open and jumped in the driving seat, started the engine and almost crashed into my much less flash Fiat. I was surprise that he didn’t even say goodbye to his mum and sister but after the turned a blind eye to his dad abusing him I didn’t blame him or want to bring it up. Soon we was back on the open road. I was just following Joe, I wanted to “talk” to him once we had stopped driving where we was going. We had already driven through town and was driving towards the otherside of town. We drove for another twenty minutes before we pulled up at a pair of gates.

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We both parked up and got out of our cars. My small Fiat really didn’t fit in with the modern apartment blocks.
“Where are we?”
“Did you forget I wanted you to look at an apartment with me?”
“No, but I thought you meant some scummy basement studio or something. Not chic modern living heaven!”
Joe just laughed at me. I should of except something nice, I mean look at his house!!
“How much money did your great grandfather leave you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Lets just say it’s enough to buy one.”
“Okay”

After 10 minutes the realtor came down and found us. We took the elevator but I didn’t bother looking what floor. When the doors opened right into the apartment I asked,
“Joe? Are you kidding me? You are looking to buy the penthouse suite?!”
“Yes, why? You sure you wouldn’t want to stay over in my basement apartment?”
I laughed, “No this will do.” I smiled and hugged him lightly around the shoulders trying not to hurt him. The realtor gave us a kind of what the fuck look but I didn’t care. She looked like a bitch in the first place. I was prepared. She soon was showing us around the two spare bedrooms. Then the master bedroom, it was huge! It had a fucking hot tub in the bathroom too! The apartment was truly amazing. At the end she showed us the amazing view from the living space. The blinds rose up showing the sun setting over the town we grew up in. You could see everything from up here. I was blown away by the view. If the realtor hadn’t of been there I would be pulling Joe on top of me right now! As I look another look around the kitchen I was dying for a drink.
“Err excuse me? Is there anywhere to get a drink?” I aimed at the realtor.
“Well if you go down a floor in the elevator and to your left when you come out there should be a room with an ice machine and a vending machine.” She said in her cold informative voice.
“Thanks.”
She turned to Joe.
“We can talk business, while your, friend, is gone.” She looked me up and down in disgust before I turned and left the apartment. When I was in the elevator I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“ARRGGGHHHH, what a fucking bitch!”
I hope they heard, nasty whore!

After drinking a bottle of water in under a minute I felt much better, even thought some of it had dripped down my making my top go a little see through. I left the little room that saved my life and saw Joe waiting outside.
“It was lucky that I had signed the contract before we heard your bitch comment otherwise I think I would of been charged more.”
“Oh, sorry.” I looked to the floor trying not to smile.
“Don’t worry, I was trying not to laugh. She was a bitch and was it me or did she seem horny too?”
I was in hysterics,
“Yeah, she was a little desperate. She was obviously jealous of me as I own your ass.” I laughed and soon Joe did too.
“You own my ass? More like I own yours!” He said in his deep sexy voice. With that he was on my lips, working my mouth. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and I was kissing him strongly back.
“You want to go up to my new home?” He winked at me but I never replied I just pushed him back into the elevator and took the penthouse key card out of his hand and put in the slot. Joe typed in the code to open the front door and we made our way in. Soon Joe was lying on top of me on the sofa, starting off where we last left it. Soon Joe was starting to pull my open shirt off my broad shoulders.
“Wait?”
“Whats wrong?” he stroked the side of my face lovingly and looked deep into my eyes.
“I think we should wait, until your ribs are better and you’re more settled in etc to you’re lovely new home.”
“Okay, how long is this wait going to be?”
“Well that nurse said you’re ribs should be much better by this weekend.” I winked and I think Joe got the message.
“Well you better be staying the night.”
“Of course, but you better take me home in like 10 minutes so I can get some clothes. This guy don’t wear the same thing to school twice within two days.”

With that we sat up and watched the sun set through the amazing glass wall. We soon set off back to reality hand in hand.

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To be continued ;)
Next story will be more sexual, should we say.