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"Alvin!" Dave, the talented trio's foster father, called.
The oldest brother yawned, turning to his side and curling into his blankets. Pulling his blanket over his face to keep the sun's rays away from his eyes.
"Alvin!" This time his younger brother, Simon, called. Alvin perked up a bit. A smile pulled at the boy's lips as he recalled Simon screaming his name just last night-
Simon pulled the red blanket off his brother. Alvin whined at the loss of warmth as he was engulfed in the coldness of the morning. "Simon..." he groaned and reached for his blanket blindly.
"It's almost seven thirty Alvin. Open your eyes," Simon bored as he folded the red blanket neatly. Alvin opened his eyes to see his brother- his lover.
Alvin glanced at the closed door before turning his attention back to the taller male with a wide grin. "Dave?"
"Just left to work," Simon finished as he tucked the blanket into Alvin's drawer. "And Theodore left early since he was walking with Eleanor." Simon added before Alvin could ask.
Simon turned around and nibbled on the skin of his lower lip once he spotted Alvin's darkened brown eyes. Glazed with lust. Alvin stood up and pressed Simon against the nearest wall.
Their faces inches apart, Simon felt Alvin's hot breath hit his sensitive skin. Simon squirmed and stretched his neck, Alvin snickered and pressed his lips against the vulnerable skin.
Simon's breath hitched as Alvin began licking and sucking at Simon's neck. Simon gripped Alvin's shoulders and bucked his hips. "Alvin..." He breathed. Alvin smiled against Simon's now bruising skin.
"Yes my dear~?" Alvin lapped his tongue on the purple bruise.
"It's seven thirty." Simon shivered.
Alvin groaned and pulled away. Glaring at Simon slightly before mumbling what sounded like: "co*ck block."
Simon furrowed his eyebrows and huffed. "Alvin, for one thing we need to get to school. Another, you ran out of condoms. And you're also getting too used to having intercourse everyday. You need to tone it down." Simon argued.
Alvin rolled his eyes as he pulled his red sweater on. "One: we still have time. Two: I don't know why you're still freaking out about protection. You know I have no diseases and the men-can-get-pregnant thing is rare. Four out of every twenty-"
"But we can't risk it!" Simon countered.
"-And third: you're mine. And I can f*ck you whenever I want." Alvin finished. Ignoring Simon's interruption.
Simon felt his cheeks burn but shook his head. "Let's get to school." He dismissed and walked out the room and back down the stairs.
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Simon watched as his supposed 'lover' became the center of attention almost immediately to girls and jocks. And once lunch came around, Simon was nearly furious. How he dealt with this jealousy everyday for one hundred and eighty days a year he did not know. How Alvin thought it was alright to flirt with every pretty girl he saw, he did not understand.
Simon walked over to the "Jock Table" where Alvin sat. Alvin looked up with a grin.
"Sup, S!" Alvin greeted. Simon rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to inform you that Theodore will be waiting for us at exactly five p.m. to watch Meerkat Manner with him. And I expect you to be there," Simon sneered as the 'Jocks' snickered. Alvin frowned.
"Sorry Si, but James is gonna show me how to get pretty girls to do my homework." Alvin grinned. A teen boy in a purple t-shirt winked at Simon, making Simon roll his eyes yet again.
"I see." Simon glared.
The main jock, his name Simon never cared to remember, smirked as he tossed an apple carelessly towards a near by trash can but missed shamelessly. Simon glared. "Are you going to pick that up?"
"Are you going to make me?" The main jock grinned as he leaned back. Alvin's eyes seemed a bit panicked.
"Nope, I am just going to elegantly show you how it's done." Simon picked up the half-eaten apple, turned so his back was facing the trash can, and twirled the apple on the tip of his finger. "Off, the wall." Simon smirked as he carelessly lifted his arm in a swift motion. The apple flew off his finger, soared towards the trash can, and hit the glass behind it before dropping into the bin perfectly.
The other jocks laughed at their leader, Alvin chuckled nervously. Simon glared at his brother before walking away.
Today wasn't turning out so great.
But then again, what day did?
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