Working Boy

Chapter 8

[A/N: Heya, Nomz here! Once again, another semi-short chapter coming through, though it is certainly a juicy one. Well, nuff said. Enjoy the story!]

**Samuel's POV**

I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. So many thoughts were racing through my mind- most of which I didn't want to think about. I had to sort out my feelings. It was this tangled, crumpled mess and I just didn't know how to handle it.

I walked out of my room in search of my sister. Yeah, yeah I know, asking a 16-year old for advice might be a little stupid, but it's usually the women that understands emotions the best. I went down the stairs and spotted her in the dining room eating and doing homework. I took the spot next to her, earning a mean side-eye.

"What do you want?" She grumbled, scribbling on her paper.

"I need help."

"Yeah, you do," she retorted.

"I meant advice," my face switched to a deadpan expression.

"For what?"

"I uh...," I looked away. How exactly was I gonna word this?

"Let's just say there's this person who has held my interest-"

"It's Chase, isn't it?"

My eyes widened.

"Wait, how did you-?"

"Samuel. You've been obsessed with this guy before we even dated. You're just using our relationship as an excuse. Besides, mom and I knew you were going to like him eventually," she smiled.

My jaw dropped. I was really surprised, though it quickly turned to anger.

"YOU GUYS THOUGHT I WAS GAY!?"

"Don't take it personal. I mean, it didn't really help that you hadn't dated a single girl since freshman year."

"That's only because half of them still had STDs from that syphilis epidemic," I grumbled. I felt so offended.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me the deetz," she waved it off. Wasn't she the least bit upset? At all?

"Well I...I feel weird around him," I stammered.

"Let me guess, you get a floating feeling in your chest? Stomach gets butterflies? Your face gets all hot kinda like now?" She teased, pointing to my flushed face.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything! It's all you, bro," she shrugged. "Maybe you like him more than you think?"

"Grrrr," I growled, putting my face into my hands. "No I don't. I don't like him, Domi. It's voodoo."

"Voodoo!?" She laughed, incredulously. "Okay, stop. If you REALLY want to find out how you feel, then kiss him."

"What!? Domi, I'm not gonna kiss a guy!"

"Why not? You want to figure out if this is for real, right?"

"Well yeah."

"Okay then! So just try it! And if you don't feel anything, then it's just a phase."

"But how am I gonna go about doing this?"

"I don't know. Figure it out," she shrugged, resuming her homework.

"Thanks," I sighed, going back up the stairs. How I'm gonna get this to work is beyond me. But I'll find a way.

**Chase's POV**

It was break time and I was heading to my locker to put my things away. I got a text from Samuel earlier telling me to meet him in the boy's locker room for break.

I opened my locker and put my things away after pocketing my phone. That's weird. No one is supposed to be in the locker rooms during break, but whatever. If I get in trouble, I'm blaming him.

I went down the stairs, sneaking past the security guards as I did so. I finally managed to slip myself past the doors and into the locker room. I proceeded to look for him until I found him in the far back.

"Hey," I stood over him, prompting him to get up.

"Hey," he fidgeted. He looked nervous the way he kept looking around.

"You okay?" I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was going on? This wasn't a setup was it?

"I'm fine," he murmured before looking at me.

He flashed me a very serious look before slamming me against the locker, trapping me between his arms.

"Samuel? What the hell do you think your-?"

"Shh!" He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me.

My heart was racing now, we were so close. I had to avert his gaze to mitigate some of the tension. However, he grabbed my chin and made me face him.

"Do not tell anyone about what I'm about to do to you. Okay?"

I gulped, responding with a single nod. Wait, am I about to get r***d?

Oh no...

Please no.

He held my head in place as he leaned in, giving me a chaste kiss. He pulled away, seeming to read my reaction. I blinked, puzzled. I didn't even know how to respond.

He pressed his lips against mine, this time much harder and pulled away. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my head before pulling me in for a deeper kiss. I felt his tongue line my bottom lip, causing me to instinctively part them and allowing it to slip into my mouth. My eyes shut as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel his hands slide down my sides and resting on my waist, his body pressing me further against the locker.

What was going on with me? Why did this feel so... natural? I'm supposed to hate him but... am I gay?

I don't understand. I don't understand any of this.

I moaned softly into his mouth, feeling something hard pressing against my crotch.

"Ah.. Samuel?" I whispered, my eyes flickering to his bulge. I hope he wasn't planning on doing anything else.

He pulled away abruptly, gasping at his nether regions.

"f**k, f**k, f**k," he kept repeating over again, pacing back and forth nervously.

"Samuel, are you okay?"

"Shush," he shook his head, waving me off. "Go to class. Or- do something. Just get the hell out. Don't say s**t about what happened here, okay?"

"Sure, I guess," I walked off slowly. I snook past the security once more and made my way to the courtyard. I pressed my fingers to my lips and softly smiled to myself. Peer mediation should be very interesting today.

-After school-

I was heading towards the peer mediation room, but was stopped by Mr. Barr.

"Peer mediation's cancelled today. Samuel had to take care of some things today."

"I see," I frowned. "Thanks Mr. Barr. Have a good weekend," I turned to go.

"You too."

I decided to go to the club a little earlier today since I didn't have much to do today.

As I approached the Dancer's Room, I could hear some muffled voices arguing through the walls.

I cracked open the door to peek inside. In the room, I spotted Ken and Rodeo alone in the room in what looked like a heated debate.

"You KNOW I liked him!" Ken hissed. "I can NEVER have anything to myself without you intervening!"

"Relax Ken- it didn't mean anything. I was only looking out for the kid, that's all!" Rodeo put up his hands, defensively.

Hm? Were they talking about me?

"Smacking him on the ass!? Calling him sexy!?"

"I do that with EVERYONE! Why are you so bothered about it?"

Ken looked away. For a moment, I thought he spotted me.

"Admit it. You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," the ginger murmured. "You just have this horrible habit of breaking hearts and I don't want him to be next on your list."

"I see," he looked down with a pained look. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I know you may hold some animosity towards me from before. And rightfully so," he walked towards him, taking the smaller male's hands into his. "And I'm sorry."

"You're here a little early."

"Huh?" I quickly span around to face a very handsome blonde. "Oh, heya Tantalis..."

"You can just call me Adonis," he smiled. He had a very thick French accent that I hadn't take note of before.

"Oh, okay," I scratched the back of my head. He clearly saw me eavesdropping, yet he didn't seem to draw attention to it.

"Here, let's clock in for the day. We can go to the lounge to have some food," he opened up the door and signed in.

I followed him inside, my eyes shifting over to the two guys. They waved at me with a small smile. I nodded back and went to sign my name, following Adonis to the far back, passing the couches. He opened up the door into the lounge and turned on the lights.

It looked quite nice: There was a refrigerator along with some bar tables and chairs. There was posters of exotic dancers, male and female, decorating the walls in a similar fashion as the hallways. There were also neon palm trees and lava lamps placed around the room.

"Are you hungry?" Adonis questioned, digging through the refrigerator.

"No, I ate before I came," I flashed him a small smile. "But can I get a Sprite?"

"Sure," he smiled.

Soon, he came back with a sandwich, a bag of chips, and two cans of Sprite.

"Thanks," I smiled upon getting my soda, opening it to drink.

I had so many questions running through my mind, so I took the opportunity to ask them.

"Um, Adonis...I don't mean to pry but, do you know what's happening between Ken and Zayn? I'm a bit concerned."

"Hm. I want to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should," he took a sip of his drink.

"I see," I frowned. "But if it did involve me, you would tell me, right?"

"Well, of course," he spoke, hesitant. I could tell he was lying, but I let it slide. He didn't really know me anyways.

I took another sip of my soda thinking back to that peculiar incident earlier in the locker room. I felt a little tingle down there when I thought about it. His lips were pretty soft. Not to mention he wasn't a bad kisser. I enjoyed it actually...

Oh my gosh, no. It's SAMUEL for crying out loud! I mentally slapped myself. It was so weird, but yet so taboo.

After I finished my drink, I went into the Dancer's Room to get ready for tonight's performance.

"Now introducing, BLACK MAMBA!"

I strutted through the curtains and struck a pose, the audience cheering me on.

Today was a Roarin' Twenties theme, so I wore the classic button-down and slacks along with a vest, which I stripped off and threw in the crowd. I went to the front of the stage, deliberately unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to give them a little tease and I could tell that the ones in the front wanted to just rip it off of me. They always do.

I bit the corner of my lip, zeroing in on one person in particular. He was wearing a black hoodie, the hood obstructing the top part of his face. However, I could see his blue eyes peering up at me.

I went all the way to the edge of the stage where he was, getting on all fours. I could feel the others groping me and sticking money underneath my band, but I was focused on this one guy. I reached out and cradled his chin, bringing my self up to my knees. I tilted his chin upwards and slipped off his hoodie in one smooth motion.

My eyes widened just a little upon seeing who it was. Samuel huh? I wanted to laugh, but I managed to stifle it. The way he was staring at me, he was so entranced by my body and the way I moved. I had to admit, it was an ego boost.

"You like what you see, don't you?" I whispered in his ear, teasing him.

I chuckled upon his hypnotic stare. I was in so much control now and I was gonna use this to my advantage.

I got up and gyrated my hips, bending over to shake my ass. I looked over my shoulder and smirked, watching Samuel squirm in his seat. Oh yeah, he's definitely gonna touch himself later on tonight.