Breaking Quincy - 8. Chapter 8 - Shattering

Breaking Quincy : Shattering

There were splotches of white light. A distinct ringing in my ear. Pain jolting through my head. I reached out, groping in front of me. What had happened? In my daze, I tried my best to recall everything. I had passed out. Asher was on the flo- ASHER! I sat up violently, only to fall right back down on the bed, blood pressure dropping and making me dizzy.

"Easy, champ," I heard the familiar voice say. Asher sat on a chair by my bed, his voice sounding distant and far off in thought. My eyes adjusted, blurriness fading off slowly. I could tell his eyes were like his voice- staring off past the wall, gears in his head turning. His head was resting in his hands, a cut on the side of his lip and a bruise starting to form on his right upper cheek, below his eyes.

I guess I was a bit, disappointed? I half expected him to leap forward and take me into his arms when he saw I was okay. I expected kisses and whispers of Thank God! There was none of that though, no tenderness or sweet nothings. I sat up again, this time going slowly. We were in my room upstairs. I reached up to my throat. It was painful and slightly swollen. I hugged my blankets around myself, desperately looking over at Asher, trying to get some attention.

"You can't go to school." Was that all he had to say to me? He wasn't even looking at me! He was looking at damn nothing on the wall. What was going on in his head? I scooted to the edge of the bed. I was, of course, the more emotional of the two, but I had never known Asher to be standoffish. He seemed so cold, and his ice chilled my soul.

I reached forward, my hand resting on his cheek. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, desperate for something! My kissed seemed to shake him, and he pulled back, eyes wide. I smiled weakly, grateful to see Asher's soul back in his eyes. "Oh, Quincy…" Asher crawled into the bed, on top of me. I threw my arms around him, buring my face in his neck. It felt so good, having the blond muscle god so close to me. I felt the tears well up behind my eyes. I was so scared, still so confused about what had happened.

Asher found my lips and kissed me hard, one hands tangling in my hair, holding my to him. His other hand tugged on my underpants, tossing them quietly. I whimpered, a bit shocked and overcome by the sudden burst of emotion and lust. In some odd way, it was comforting, kissing and rubbing against Asher. I could tell he needed this, needed to be close to me, to know I was okay, to feel my body around him.

It was quiet sex. His hands were all over me, feeling me up. I let him take me, posing no objection as he quickly and quietly starting rubbing at my entrance. He only stopped kissing me to spit on his fingers, then going right back to work. In moments, hid fingers pressed inside me. I let out a soft whine against his lips, blushing and squirming under him. I held onto him in the tightest way I could, worried that if I let go, he'd slip away from me. In under a minute, I felt his cock tease my hole, rubbing against it. He needed this. We both did.

"Deep breath," was the only thing he said to me the entire time. I did as I was told, taking in a deep breath of hair, relaxing my muscles. As I did so, he pressed forward, forcing his dick inside me. I shuddered, accepting him inside me, my entire body on fire as I clawed at his back. We were both still wearing our shirts, only I naked to the waist down. Asher was still in his pants, zipper undone and cock out.

He wasted no time, thrusting in and out of me, holding me in his arms. I hide in his neck, letting out muffled, soft groans each time he pushed deep inside. I could hear him panting against my ear, holding me down against the bed as he took me. I arched my back up, spreading my legs wider, giving him a better access to my hole. His hard abs rubbing against my firm cock made me tremble and whimper softly, worried any loud moans would ruin the atmosphere.

His speed picked up, pounding my hole with intense need and speed. I whined, feeling the tension inside me swell up. "With me…" I whispered softly. He just nodded, his jerks become shorter and faster. I reached down, grabbing my cock between us, tugging at it. I could hear his breath start to cut out, and I knew he was close. I started shaking hard, and he held me tighter, refusing to let me squirm away. I felt the whiteness rush over me, and my muscles tightened, lava rushing through my veins. I shut my eyes tight, fingers clenching tight to Asher's shirt, my little body wriggling under him. Just as I felt the liquid ropes shoot form me, I felt the wet warmness inside my body, Asher's breathing stop, groaning softly against me, his entire weight holding me down against the bed as we orgasmed quietly together.

I collapsed, every muscle inside me going lax. Asher followed suit, and soon, we were asleep again, me still gripping onto his shirt.

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Back in the locker room. Asher had been at my side all day, even accompanying me to the bathroom during lunch. He had gotten a lot of questions about the black eye and cut lip (mostly from slutty freshmen girls who thought he was sexy.) He mostly just shrugged it off, muttering something about lane lines and diving. He had been on edge all day. Each chuckle from a boy or quick movement behind me caused the poor blond to startled, grabbing my wrist and yanking me close. Needless to say, he was practically plastered to my side in the locker room.

He practically ripped my hand off as Parker approached us.

Parker was in his swimsuit and I really couldn't help but let my eyes scan those olive tanned abs, chiseled and defined. He pecs were rock hard, his nipples hard and dark from the cold. He really was gorgeous with that scruffy stubble and haphazardly brushed black hair. Asher seemed not to be as smitten as I was.

Parker could sense Asher's apprehension as he leaned against the lockers. "Woah there, Ash baby," Parker hissed softly, eyes bright. He wasn't as intimidated by Asher's strength as the rest of us were. "Nice shiner. As a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you about that…"

"I knew it!" Asher burst out. It was my turn now to grab his wrists and hold him back. "You put Ky up to that! To harassing Quince! I'll fucking kill you!" I could feel Asher's pulse rise, his blood hot under his skin. What Parker told us next, though, complete threw Asher for a loop.

"Nope. I didn't. Ky and I…" Parker looked down, wrinkling his nose up. "Had a thing." Asher and my's jaws both dropped. A thing?! This stunning, suave captain and that barbaric, violent prick? I could tell Asher was thinking the same thing. No way could a guy who shouted "fag" like that ever have been with a man, let alone Parker.

"Yeah, yeah. Pick your jaws up off the floor, gawkers." Parker reached for his swim goggles, just and cool and unphased as ever. "He must've seen me flirt with the wife," and of course, a nod to me, "and gotten jealous. I broke it off with him last week or so. He was too self-hating for my taste." Parker stepped forward, fingers running over the red marks on my throat. I looked away, ashamed. I felt Asher tense up behind me.

"I really am sorry, Quin. I never meant to have this happen…" That comments made me blush. Parker was rarely gentle or genuine, so any show of have real human emotions, especially caring!, was always embarrassing for me. It caught me so off guard. He kept stroking the red skin, his face obviously worry and pain stricken. He was thinking, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the damage his ex-lover had caused me.

Asher had had enough. He shoved Parker's hand away, wrapping an arm around my hips. "Tell you fucking boy toy to leave us the hell alone." Asher had always been a lot more intense and harsh than I was. I could never say those words in that tone. Parker opened his mouth to retort, but Coach called us out to practice. I gave Asher a hug goodbye before Parker and I went off to Varsity practice, leaving Asher alone in the locker room, shooting daggers with his eyes into Parker's back.

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I headed out towards the car, still mad at Parker. Him and Quincy were the fastest on the team, meaning they swam in the same lane together. I hated the thought of them two, chatting together between sprints. It pissed me off. I shoved my hands in my pockets, fondling for me keys. I was going to sit in the car, turn on some music, and wait to drive Quincy home from practice. He usually walked, but how was I supposed to let him walk home alone? I wasn't ready yet.

As I approached my car, I noticed a girl leaning against it. Sasha Jelter. She looked over at me, long straight blond hair draped gracefully over her shoulder, tight sundress showing too much cleavage to be appropriate for high school. She was a Junior, like Quincy. She smiled and waved at me, giving a seductive giggle.

"Oh, poor baby!" She exclaimed, seeing my eye. I looked behind me, making sure I was alone before I reached out and hugged her. Her and I had been meeting every day after school for a while now, flirting and snuggling in my car. I knew she had a crush on me, and to be honest, it was nice to have a normal high school flirt buddy during these crazy times.

I kissed her cheek. It was a formality, really. We slipped into my car, me in the drivers seat, her in the passenger. I turned on the music, leaning my chair back.

Over the span of an hour, she and I laughed and teased each other, shoving or pinching each other playfully here and there. There was defiant sexual tension. I mean, we were teenage kids! I kept my eye on the time. Quincy's practice was two hours. I had time. And, really, it was kind of nice to have an attractive girl fawn over me. Like I was a normal 18-year-old boy.

Sasha closed her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder, her hand ontop of mine. "Oh, Ash! You know, I feel really good with you…" She opened her green eyes then, eye lashes long, lips pouty. She leaned up, lips inches from mine. I was just about to pull back when-

"Asher?" Quincy was standing infront of the car, arms folded over his chest. He was frowning, that angel face all scrunched up, body shaking.

I shoved Sasha back and flung open the door, saying the first thing that came to mind: "Your practice isn't over yet!" I regretted it the moment I said it.

"Oh! I'm sorry I was early! No, please, continue!" Quincy looked into the car, glaring at the very confused Sasha. I reached out for Quincy, knowing that him and I could not fight now. There was so much danger out there, so many bad people. I didn't care if he hated me, I wasn't leave him.

"It wasn't like that! She's just my friend!" I was babbling, frantically following Quincy as he sped-walked down the sidewalk. I was faster on land and managed to grab his wrist. His was so cute when he was angry. I tugged him against me, holding him firmly to my chest. Damn anyone who sees, I didn't care. "You're the only one for me, Quin. Please know that…"

He beat his fists ineffectively against my chest, my arms tight around him. He was trembling, gasping for air. I tried to calm him, but he had worked himself up. "We can never be together!" Quincy was sputtering, trying to push me away. "We can never be together! You need a wife! And kids! And pretty long hair! And tits and, and, and I could never give that to you!" What was all this? Quincy was freaking out. I couldn't help but think that this was left over fear from last night. He was still so shaken up, that poor innocent kid.

"Just let me go home, Asher… Please just let me go home…" He looked so miserable, so defeated. I pressed my lips to his forehead, holding the shaking boy in tight. I rocked him in my arms, nodding lovingly.

"But please, go straight home, and text me right away. I'll come over if you need me." I kissed him again, and he peeled away from my chest. I watch with worry as he headed down the street.

When I got back to the car, Sasha had left. I got into the car, taking a moment to compose myself.

I mean, nothing was going to happen to Quincy on his way home.

Right?