Chapter 12: When Trouble Follows You Home

Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

By the time he had made it home that afternoon, Casey Peterson had been well and truly exhausted. From ducking and dodging a potential run-in with Rick Channon to the journey itself to get back home from the location of his school, everything had wiped the teen out to the point that he had not even wished to do his homework. While it had been the first day for him, the teachers in this place were not above giving homework to new students as a means of them catching up with the class and he had plenty of it. Casey tossed his backpack into the corner of his room and watched as it hit the floor before he headed over toward his new bed and plopped down face-first. His body bounced a bit before he ultimately landed safely and closed his rather heavy eyelids. As he lay there amid the soft pillows and the comforter that lined his bed, Casey's weary mind traveled back to Rick Channon and the odd encounters he had with him since their very first meeting.

The older boy was strange, to say the least, but there was something about him. The sensation of his naked body being pressed up against Casey in the locker room replayed in the slumbering teen's mind and he couldn't help but wish he'd stayed.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" Rick had asked in confusion.

Casey wasn't so sure he had the answer himself as he figured the odd encounters were all the strange angry boy Rick was doing. The sound of the world seemed to fade away and once more the new arrival found himself back in the locker room with Rick pressing his body along the cool metal of the lockers the scent of musk and sweat radiating off him in waves as their bodies pressed together.

A whimper escaped Casey's lips as Rick's eyes glowed an eerie red, but instead of rushing off, he trailed a series of kisses along the pale boy's neck and shoulder. In the dream, Casey didn't want him to stop, instead leaning into his kisses and hoping he'd go farther than he had in life. Rick seemed poised to do so until the sound of a car pulling into the driveway got Casey's attention the locker room shifted and he was forced into awakening.

Casey opened his eyes to the semi-darkness of his bedroom where he indeed heard the door of his mother's station wagon slam, but there had been more than one giving off the noise. The young lad's ears perked as he counted the slams as two one from the driver's side where his mother had been and one from the passenger side where she'd been accompanied by someone new.

"CASE WHY DON'T YOU COME ON DOWN AND HELP US WITH THE GROCERIES!?" shouted his mother from the ground level.

"Us?" said Casey scrambling out of bed and making his way down the stairs toward the front door and the station wagon, where he'd been all too thrilled to see his mother carrying a few bags with her hair tousled and keys dangling from her mouth as she moved passed him and into the house.

To his unstated horror, his mother had been accompanied by none other than Rick Channon who had been carrying groceries and staring oddly in Casey's direction. The younger lad's jaw dropped but he grabbed the bags and assisted in putting them in the kitchen for his mother to sort out, as she hated when he tried it as she had a specific system about putting things away and tended to keep to it.

Rick had not said a word despite his work with the groceries but his eyes were always on Casey it seemed. The younger lad recalled the incident in the locker room and tried his best to ignore the fact that he'd seen Rick naked.

"It's nice to see you boys lending a hand." said his mother going about the kitchen and putting away her newly purchased goods. "Why don't you go on upstairs while I make dinner, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about seeing as your friends."

"Mom, I've only attended school for one day." began Casey trying to figure out how he and Rick suddenly became friends when he'd just tried to tear his head off and worse in the locker room.

The red glow of Rick's eyes seemed to suggest he stop talking and Casey had done just that leading the brooding older boy up the stairs to his bedroom.

No sooner had they reached the top of the stairs, Rick suddenly grabbed him via the collar and slammed him against the nearby wall. Casey gasped for breath and stared into the eyes of the angry older boy as he shut the door behind them.

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Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Rick was unbelievably strong when it was all said and done as he managed to carry Casey to his bed before slamming him down a second time and then mounting him as he held his hands above his head via his wrists. The eerie red glow of his eyes returned as Rick towered above Casey and he growled in a bit to force him to hold still.

"What the fuck are you?" he asked angrily.

"I could ask you the same thing." countered Casey defiant despite being pinned.

Rick groaned as the warm body of the younger boy squirmed beneath him.

"Stop," demanded Rick annoyed.

"Why should I?" replied Casey still agitated and none too thrilled about being held down on the bed.

"Because you're making me hard," replied Rick in a surprisingly honest admission.

Casey had been caught off guard by his vulgar statement.

It was true however as he felt the rapid swelling of Rick's unruly appendage against his pelvis and tried his hardest to bite back a moan.

"You smell good," said Rick as if he'd been in a trance. "Too good."

Casey had not been sure why that was.

"It's just soap and water," he replied in a dry tone. "Try some, sometimes it works wonders."

Rick rolled his eyes as he began sniffing Casey along his chest and in the crook of his neck as if the scent of the strange new boy had been as intoxicating as the scent of a sweet-smelling candle or fruit.

Casey looked at him confused and utterly creeped out in the beginning, but the dream he had and the memory of what occurred in the locker room had gotten the better of him and before he knew it he'd been unable to contain himself as Rick began to take note of his effect on him.

Rick glared at him for a moment before catching a whiff of the pheromones that filled the air in the wake of Casey's arousal. The intensity seemed to get the better of Rick as he saw his way to fitting himself between Casey's thighs and lining his own rapidly aroused cock against the pelvis of the younger boy who seemed to be lost in the sensation of their hormone-driven young bodies being forced together.

A whimper escaped Rick's lips as he found his way to thrusting against Casey's body while he pinned him onto the bed. It was an intense and altogether strange moment as the more his heavy body thrust against Casey's smaller body, the less he felt like struggling against him.

With his head swimming in conflicting and foreign emotions, Casey could only lie back against his mattress as the older angry boy set to work humping his fully clothed body against his own in a rapid frenzy. The scent of him had been just as intoxicating as before and neither of them seemed to be of the mind to control themselves, not with the fog of lust filling their collective young and already heavily sex-warped minds as their hormone-driven bodies longed to give in to the intensity of the ever building craving.

Casey bit back a moan as Rick continued to hump his body against him.

He had been right about the angry boy from the start it seemed as it appeared that Rick Channon had been nothing, but trouble from the moment he arrived.