Chapter Eleven (Ethan's POV)

I can't believe this.

They were still stalking us? What had I done that was so awful for them to ride me like a freaking prostitute getting paid over time? It was ridiculous! The fact that they threatened Lucas made it even worse, because we all knew Lucas wasn't much for physical contact. The fact that he let me touch him was pretty much the greatest honor in the world, to have him trust me was the greatest honor.

Those assholes had no right to threaten Lucas like that. And touch him? Over my dead body! I'd rot in a prison cell before I ever let them lay a finger on a single strand of his hair.

I hadn't felt this hotly possessive in a long time. Even when I found out Nick and Oliver were getting together, I hadn't felt it this strongly. Not to mention, I was terrified of the idea of anyone touching Lucas, especially when I knew they were going to hurt him.

You're in love with him, that's why, you idiot.

I had a really rude conscious sometimes.

Just when I thought things had calmed down and the only thing I had to worry about was Rick Patterson castrating me in my sleep, those jerks had to stick their nose into my business again. They had to be masochistic- and stupid- to provoke me again.

I was still pissed once we got to the car, waiting for everyone else to show up. Lucas just leaned against the truck with me, looking up at me with concern in his pretty dark blue eyes. With the position of the sun behind us, his eyes looked even darker and almost black. Only a sliver of blue glowed up at me.

"Sorry our day was ruined." I said at last. Lucas tilted his head, his eyes searching my face before he smiled faintly and shook his head. He linked his arm with mine and leaned his cheek against me, sighing.

I almost immediately relaxed feeling Lucas hold me. I suddenly wanted him to hold me forever, just to make sure I wouldn't be alone again.

The fact that his family might not let me stay the night on a school night made my throat clench.

I didn't want to go home. I wanted to go with Lucas. I wanted to stay with Lucas.

I rested my head on top of Lucas' after giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. I turned him around so he was completely engulfed in my arms as I held onto him. He hugged me back tightly, his cheek against my chest before he pulled back.

He went to grab the bag in my hand and I quickly tore it out of his reach, grinning.

"Not yet. It's a surprise." I replied. Lucas stared at me, then surprised me with a pout. I don't think he even realized he was doing it. He reached for the bag again, but I pulled it out of his reach and caught him around the waist to pull him against me, unable to suppress a laugh.

"No way! Wait until we get home, and remember, you asked for it." I pointed out. Lucas' eyebrows went up and he wiggled in my grip for a second, then settled for leaning into my grip.

"Better not be anything perverted." He stated.

"Define perverted." I mused. Lucas' eyes widened. He stared at me in a look that obviously said Dear God, you will die if you bought anything perverted. I rolled my eyes, letting go of him to fold my arms over my chest.

"It's nothing awful, jeez. What do I look like? A nymphomaniac? Nah, I just bought us a little something to enjoy for a couple hours up in your room, that's all. After that, I'll take it with me if you didn't like it. Deal?" I asked. Lucas gave me a hard, calculating stare for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly and leaned against the car. I opened my mouth to make a remark, but the sound of the others talking neared the car and I looked up to see everyone was coming back.

Lucas and I shared quick looks, but said nothing else as they arrived.

"You guys were fast," Oliver pointed out suspiciously, peeking at the bag I had, "What did you buy?"

"Damn, you're nosy." I muttered, pulling the bag away from him. Oliver scowled at me.

"I was just asking."

"You were peeking."

"Asking."

"Peeking."

"Demanding that you shut up." Oliver retorted, whirling his back to face me. Nick looked at me curiously and I just held a finger to my lips. He narrowed his eyes, cocked a brow and his eyes darted to the bag to ask what was in it. I ran my fingers across my lips and Nick's eyes widened.

"You didn't." He stated.

"It's not as bad as you think." I replied drolly, then winked at him before we got in the car. Lucas was so crammed in the back seat with Nick and I. We were both huge guys and I'm surprised Lucas didn't suffocate, but he seemed just fine all squished against the door on the other side. Of course, he was leaning against me, so maybe he really didn't mind.

"So, what did you guys buy?" Danny asked as he rearranged his bags at his feet.

"Clothes." I answered.

"New iPod. My last one was busted." Nick sighed, then glanced at me accusingly. I held up my hands in defense. Oliver rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat as he leaned against his dad.

"Uhm, I didn't buy anything, but there is something I really need." He said slowly, innocently. Devin scrunched up his nose.

"I told you, no new computer. I wanted to get it for you for your birthday."

"Screw my birthday, I want it now! It's brand spanking new-"

"Ollie, they're going to invent an even newer one once your birthday comes."

"And a newer one after that, and after that, and after that, and after-"

"We get it."

"See?"

"Don't ask me, ask your dad. He's the real bread winner. I just work at a daycare." Devin snorted, shaking his head. Oliver groaned and sank low in his seat.

"He's gonna say no. He always says no," He complained, then paused and began to mock Rick in a high-pitched voice that he so did not have, "No sleeping in the living room. No riding the motorcycle, ever. No dating. No Nick. No closing the bedroom door. No sex. You might as well just make me a priest while you're at it."

"This is why we never wanted you to grow up in the first place. You're addicted. We should see about checking you in with a therapist." Devin chided.

"I second that." I put in.

"As if you're one to talk." Oliver tsked and gave me his back again, folding his arms over his chest and taking a temporary oath of silence until we got home. Nick rolled his eyes and elbowed me, giving me a look that said why, but I just grinned at him, then looked at Lucas, who was gazing out the window, holding his bag close to him, like it was really important.

What did he buy?

I curiously went to grab for it, but with the speed of a bullet, he sat on the bag and stared at me.

"What?" I demanded. Lucas pointed to my bag, then his bag, indicating he'd show me what he bought if I showed him what I bought.

"Hell no." I stated. Lucas smiled innocently at me, settling his butt on his bag before clinging onto my arm again, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against my arm again. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hate him.

He was so freaking adorable.

Once we got home, everyone piled out and we headed inside. Thank goodness Rick wasn't home because there was no way I could hide my bag from that guy. He was like a hawk, watching my every move, waiting for me to screw up and give him a reason to toss me out.

As if my birth wasn't enough to get me tossed out.

Lucas led me upstairs, letting Danny know through gestures that we were gonna hang out a little longer. Danny just nodded, then went to helping Devin get his new items out of the car. Oliver and Nick switched into Oliver's new car to head to a movie.

Which meant no one was going to be upstairs.

Perfect.

We went into Lucas' room and I shut the door behind me, locking it silently as Lucas dropped his bag on the bed, taking out the book we bought and planned to read. I saw the way his eyes glowed when he saw it, and even though I paid for it, it was his book now.

Looking at his room, it was obvious that his books were his treasures. I could see why. Up until I met Lucas, books always pissed me off. They were the reason I failed a grade. The reason people called me stupid from time to time, if they dared. The getaway I could never get a handle on, but then Lucas read to me and I felt like the world had opened up for me.

I could see other people in other places, other worlds. It was amazing. I had never thought of it that way, but hearing Lucas read changed all of that.

Damn, I loved his voice.

It was young, fresh with a rasp to it that made him sound intelligent.

"So, gonna show me what you got?" I asked Lucas, who had his back to me before he turned halfway around to look at me. He cocked a brow, then reached into his bag, looking embarrassed as he tossed the Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice shirt.

"You actually bought it!" I exclaimed, walking over with my bag and setting it on the bed to pick up the shirt. I knew it would fit him. I was surprised, though, he didn't seem like the type to like something with words on it, or something that wasn't a sweatshirt.

Then again, he surprised us with his new dress code yesterday at dinner.

And, this was just perfect. This shirt would look nice with the thing I bought him.

I prepared myself to be called a pervert, though. I had a weird fetish and it was probably the reason all my previous relationships crashed and exploded.

"Okay, go into the bathroom and put this on with the thing I bought. I won't let you out until you wear it, and you owe me anyway, so you have to." I declared, shoving the shirt and my bag at him. Lucas blinked, staring at me. He looked reluctant, until I gave him a pout.

Now, don't think anyone else is that special. I don't pout for anyone. Not parents. Not girls. Not Nick. Not anyone.

Not anyone, but Lucas.

Because Lucas wasn't just anyone.

He finally went into the bathroom and I waited until the door was closed until I shoved all the bags and stuff off his bed, carefully placing the orange book on the nightstand over Lord of the Flies before I sat on the end of the bed, glancing up at the canopy of black and blue silks that hung from the top frame.

I know Lucas didn't want to have sex.

I respected that.

But no one ever said foreplay was wrong, or teasing him.

I know he was going to be nervous at first, and I was nervous too. I wasn't exactly the most gentle person in the world when it came to sex, and I hated myself for that. My conscious just sort of shut down, but I wasn't going to let that happen with Lucas, so what better way to keep myself in check than just foreplay and a really nice fetish?

I waited at least ten minutes before I got up and knocked on the door. I heard Lucas jump and knock something over.

"You okay in there, princess?" I asked innocently.

"Uh uh." Lucas managed.

"It's not that bad."

"Yea huh."

"Nuh uh. Get out and let me see. Don't worry, I'll be the only one. I locked the door, and listen. I'm going to shut the curtains too. Just you, me, and... Well, yea." I drifted to the window, throwing the curtains shut before I went to stand at the foot of the bed. The bathroom door handle opened just a little.

All I saw were Lucas' fingers on the edge of the door before he slowly opened the door.

I'd never seen Lucas blush this much before. His face was red and he looked embarrassed.

How the hell could he possibly be embarrassed?!

He was wearing the shirt he bought, which hugged him nicely and let me see the outline of his body. And of course, he was wearing the snug pair of black briefs on. They weren't just regular briefs. Any smaller and they'd be a thong, but I wasn't too into thongs as much as I was into briefs- I don't know why, but seeing someone in a pair of tight briefs just did it for me.

At least it wasn't a foot fetish or a French Maid fetish- Although, the latter one I can see why that would be a turn on.

At the same time, I couldn't stop looking at him. I'd never seen him in anything, except long sleeved shirts and jeans. Now, I got to see all the way up his legs to his bare thighs. His arms all the way up to his biceps. He looked nervous and he was still blushing such a dark red, I'm surprised his face didn't explode.

"I knew I was a genius." I declared. Lucas winced and shook his head quickly.

"Are you calling me an idiot?" I demanded. He shook his head again. I smiled, watching his tug down the bottom of the shirt desperately to hide the obvious bulge that was forming between his legs. I ran my tongue across my lower lip.

"Come here." I said hoarsely. Lucas hesitated, then carefully walked over to me, closing his eyes the entire time like he couldn't stand the thought of me seeing him almost completely naked. As soon as he was within my reach, I wrapped my arms around him and fell back on the bed, sitting so he was kneeling over my lap.

He gasped as my hands slid up his shirt, over his bare back. His skin was smooth, save for a couple of raised ridges. It felt like scars, but I wasn't going to harass him over them. I had my own scars that I didn't want to talk about.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to." I murmured, my lips hovering over his. Lucas breathed softly against my lips, his hands clenched together in front of him before he slowly put his arms around my neck. I held him close to me, my hands wandering his skin as our mouths connected in a hungry kiss.

He didn't know what to do, I knew that, but he wasn't that bad. His tongue didn't know where to go, so I used mine to coax his in the right direction. He moaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating my tongue. I shivered, wishing I could throw my jeans off and just toss them, but I kept myself in check.

Just barely.

This was for Lucas, not for me.

I know Lucas trusted me. I wasn't going to betray that.

I let my hands sink low, out from under his shirt, coming to rest on his ass. Of course, not his bare ass, I just liked the feel of the tight material stretching over him. I ran my thumbs along the inside of the waistband before I dipped my hand into the front of the briefs.

"Wait!" Lucas gasped and pulled his mouth away from mine. I immediately stopped touching him and he blushed, but this time, he looked seriously sad. Did I hurt him? Was he mad at me?

"Are you okay?" I asked. Lucas just nodded, taking a few deep breathes before he buried his face against my throat, his fists clenching against my back.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. Lucas shook his head. I waited for a while, instead just massaging his back and listening to his breathing even out, his fists unclenching and his hands just holding my back.

I carefully let my hands sink down, touching him intimately past the waistband of the briefs. Lucas gasped and his fists clenched again. His body tensed, but I had trouble withdrawing. He was so hard and wet, my jeans feeling horribly uncomfortable and it didn't help that he was wedging his ass against my groin.

God help me, I don't die in the middle of this of deprivation.

I carassed him gently, listening to him pant and moan against my ear. His body shook in my arms as I stroked him, closing my eyes in bliss as I listened to him whimper my name. I felt a phrase worming its way into my mouth as I felt Lucas reaching his limit, his body about to burst right in my hand. I bit it back as Lucas arched his back, pulling his face away from my neck to tip his head back, panting and gripping at my shoulders as he reached his release.

And his face was gorgeous. Flushed and desperate for more, his blue eyes almost entirely black with lust and I licked my lips again hungrily as he slowly came down, his body still trembling. He gazed at me for a while, opening his mouth to say something when the worst thing in the world happened.

"Lucas, open the door."

It was Rick Patterson, and he sounded pissed.

Well, shit.