Children of Blacklight

Everything seemed just too perfect, he couldn’t help but moan as he felt hands running over his body. Bio-mass rippled over his flesh as he tried reaching out the other man, licking his lips at the thought of dropping to his knees and sucking that rather well endowed cock that he was granted the sight of seeing as he had been restrained earlier. A feather light touch of calloused fingers to his crotch and he instinctively bucked his hips towards those begged for hands, how could he even consider torturing him like this. Their lips were together in an instant, moans slipping from either of them as black and red tendrils of the Blacklight virus slid over the nude flesh of the taller man, trying to hold onto something that he just never wanted to let go. As his bindings were released, he pushed the guy over, climbing on top, rubbing the cleft of his ass against that hardened erection. The hands on his hips felt as though that was exactly where they had always belong before he was slowly pushed down onto it…

“Mister Cross, if math is just so arousing, then perhaps you’d enjoy coming up here and solving a few equations.” For some reason his latest fuck toy was talking about math at such an important moment, and sounded an awful lot like his math teacher Ms. Halbrack. Ice-blue eyes slowly snapped open before Skylar realized that he was in his math class, and the entire class was looking directly at him; a few students were even snickering and he was quick to remember his aching hard-on from the dream he had been having. Pulling his hood up to cover his face, the Blacklight teen only wished that the world would swallow him whole in that exact moment, or that he could at least melt into a puddle of bio-mass and escape the embarrassment he was currently suffering. “No Ms. Halbrack, I-I’m fine…” He slumped lower in his desk, just realizing then that his open binder that was to be used for the period had a large puddle of sticky drool on the empty loose leaf page, another class with unfinished work thanks to his drifting off, though in his defence, the guy he was about to fuck in his dreams was hot; his need to put boys in military uniform in his dreams had to stop though since he was beginning to fear that he was two wet dreams away from having sex dreams about his father. As the bell rung, Skylar used his tricks of disguise, one thing he was thankful to inherit from his mother as he slipped unnoticed out of the room so that he wouldn’t be lectured by his math teacher for another time spent sleeping. He was so thankful that it was lunch and then after that, gym class, two classes he was good at. (Hey, lunch is a class, sort of.) Entering the crowded cafeteria, he caught sight of his friends and was waved over just after he had finished purchasing his lunch. Skylar tossed the tray down and began jabbing a fork at what passed for poutine for the school. “My parents are gonna kill me by the end of the month when grades come out. I passed out in math again today and the whole class apparently heard me getting off in my dreams.” Trying his best to ignore the snickers and giggles from Josh and Eric as he continued to stab his gravy and cheese covered fries, still certain that the school was using some type of radioactive material to get that colour of nacho cheese. “It’s not funny, if I bring home another failing grade, my mom’s gonna slaughter me and I don’t think dad’s willing to protect me this time.”
“What if you just tell your dad and have him promise not to let your mom know?” Josh shrugged, stealing a fry from Skylar’s plate and the viral teen wondering if his cafeteria meal was even fit for something like him to consume let alone a human. “Dad’s threatened me with boot camp if I bring home bad grades,“ Skylar stated, waving his fork around and forgetting about the gravy and nacho cheese coated fry that had still been attached when it went flying off and landing in the hair of one of the girls at the cheerleading table, receiving a few snickers from him and his buddies. “So I don’t know which is worse, army stuff or death, both are looking tempting right now.” He solemnly began digging into his meal, not about the waste the $5.50 it had cost to buy in the first place.
“Oh man, don’t look now, but your brother’s heading over here.” Eric just had to point out while the teen had a mouth of poutine, Skylar swallowing quickly and knowing it wouldn’t be long before he heard that grating voice of his littler brother.

“Umm…Skylar…?” Skylar turned around in his seat at the table to look at his youngest brother, Nathan. The kid had large blue and green eyes peeking out from behind long white bangs and glasses, the rest of his black hair tied back and hidden by the large hood of the baggy grey hoodie he was wearing with jeans that seemed big on such a small frame. Nathan always appeared like he was afraid of something leaping out and gobbling him up, clutching his school books as though they were the only thing keeping him safe from this constantly lurking invisible monster. Rolling his eyes, Skylar gave his brother a cold glare. “What do you want, nerd?” Nathan only seemed to tense up more as he clutched his books tighter. “T-there’s nowhere else to s-sit, is it okay if I-I sit with you?” While neither he nor Jack ever had problems in public, when Nathan was nervous, he tended to stutter and that was something he had never grown out of. Puffing a sigh past his lips, he waved for his little brother to sit down with them, Nathan diving for a seat at the table and pulling out a bagged lunch to eat. Skylar took notice of what Nathan’s lunch hour meal consisted off, human, and he was quick to swipe it away and hide it back in his brother’s bag before his friends or anyone else could see. This was one problem with Nathan, he took to being more like the Blacklight virus, like their mother when it came to eating habits. He tugged on the front of the younger teen’s hoodie, keeping him close enough to shove a few dollar bills into his hand. “That looks spoiled, go buy something to eat instead. I’m not gonna call mom and dad to tell them to pick you up just because you ate some bad mayo on your sandwich.” He gave Nathan a quick glare that merely read ‘we’re talking about this after school’ before his little brother dashed off for something to eat.
“Spoiled mayo?” Josh asked, popping the tab on his can of coke before taking a sip after it had stopped fizzing over. Skylar nodded, taking a bite of the burger he had bought. “Mom can be a bit scatterbrained. The last time something bad happened was when Jack ate some lunchmeat that had been left out by her during a really hot day when our air conditioner was busted, he was puking his guts out for a week.” It had actually been from bloodtox that had somehow gotten onto some food, Cross becoming more paranoid about what foods came into their household after that. Once Nathan had returned with a meal of an egg salad sandwich and a bag of chips with a drink, he returned the change to Skylar and ate in silence, pushing his glasses back up his nose every once in a while. “Nate, have I ever told you that you make the most interesting dinner conversation companion?” Skylar’s out of nowhere comment caused snickers from his buddies, but his little brother merely glanced up at him over the rims of his glasses while finished chewing and swallowing the chunk of sandwich that was in his mouth. “But I wasn’t talking.” He had to mentally face palm, wondering how someone so smart could be so dumb at the same time. His wondering was cut short when the crackling of the school’s PA system coming to life made everyone question why there’d be an announcement during lunch.

“Attention lovely peons of Springfield Collegiate!” That happy of a voice could only belong to one person and Skylar was contemplating murdering them once he had the chance. “This is an announcement brought to by your intelligent, ruggedly handsome, and well dressed student council president, Jack Cross. It has come to my attention of some interesting news that will be delved in far more depth in tomorrow’s edition of the school newspaper. Apparently this school’s own Skylar Cross was caught today during one of his classes moaning, an erection in his pants, and having a wet dream. Now we all know that algebra can be exciting and enjoyable, but that’s just taking things too far, don’t you all agree?” The entire cafeteria burst out into laughter and Skylar just wanted to die in that moment, that or murder his more annoying brother and just let Nathan eat Jack’s mutilated corpse. His parents could bitch him out, but after all these years of dealing with annoying snot-nosed brother, he was past the point of caring. Skylar finished up his lunch, motioning to Josh and Eric for them to head to gym class, Nathan ignoring them as he began working on what was most likely extra credit work since Nathan seemed to inherit their mother’s intelligence, but that didn’t stop him from eating stray animals he’d find after he’d perform animal necropsies on them in order to learn about them.

Gym, something Skylar excelled at, and he made a point of it since he was on the basketball, volleyball, and track teams for the school. The period today was mostly just laps and then basketball, two things Skylar enjoyed as he trumped his class in laps once more. If all his grades could just rely on his athletic skill, he’d be set for life, but life wasn’t that fair ever. As he was shooting hoops with those he hung out with in class, he noticed his brother Jack enter the gymnasium; the smug look on his younger brother’s face was something he hated, and the need to pummel his sibling’s face into the closest wall became more apparent when the brunette wandered over with a shit-eating grin plastered across his lips. “So Skylar, I need to get a one on one interview with some of the basketball team, care to share what your wet dream was about this time?” Skylar only growled before slamming his brother against the padded wall behind them, blue eyes glaring into green. “Listen here you little cretin, breathe another word about me that is in any way insulting and I will tear you apart so much that not only will you not be able to piece yourself back together, but mom and dad will need only a match box to bury you in, if if I don’t let Nathan eat you first.” A slight squeak from Jack told Skylar that he had accomplished what he set out to do and released his brother from his iron grip to return to his gym class. “Oh, and if you’re wanting to interview the basketball team, try actually interviewing them rather than bending over and hoping they’ll fuck you.”
“Grow a pair of fucking balls you dickwad!” Thankfully Jack had always been horrible at comebacks.
“I actually do have a pair and use them quite frequently thanks to all the sex I have, unlike someone who’s right hand gets a good workout every night!” The blush was starting to rise on his younger brother’s face as the gym class began laughing, Skylar only deciding to add more fuel to the fire. “By the way, mom’s been asking why all your socks are disappearing, you may want to tell her to check the garbage since you seem to think they’re tissues!” Jack was running as fast as he humanly could out of the gym by that time and Skylar couldn’t help but laugh at his little victory against his brother. Jack could dish it out, but he certainly couldn’t take it when Skylar was the one tearing into him with insults. As the class ended, Skylar changed back into his regular clothing, and was surprised when he had received a text message from none other than his father. Normally Captain Robert Cross didn’t text anyone, seeing it as too much of a hassle when he could simply call people. While his brain was trying to wrap around the fact that his father was doing this, blue eyes glided over the text that was glowing on his screen. “bringing home a friend from work, everyone be on best behaviour and that means no Blacklight business.” He couldn’t figure out who his father would be bringing home, but hoped that they were at least hot so he wouldn’t be disgusted over dinner as he shoved his phone into the pocket of his jacket.