The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son
.Chapter 6: almost caught.Jordan’ dreams were a mixture of nightmares and something hidden when he attempted to claw his way to consciousness. He knew something was wrong and forced his eyes open feeling warm but his head protested something fierce along with his bladder.There was also something warm and solid next to him when he looked over his shoulder to see Derrick fast asleep. The place was dark apart from the street lights outside lighting the place enough for him to see.“Oh my god,” he breathed as he sat up and groaned despite his protesting head. “Oh shit!”“Oh this is not happening! This can’t be happening,” Jordan hissed picking up his fallen cell phone to see two missed phone calls from Shawn and his dad, two messages from his dad asking him where he was.It also informed him it was seven thirty and his bladder was protesting awfully. He hurried away to the bathroom staring into the bowl as he pissed and massaged his temples.Jordan didn’t want to look in the mirror and kept his head down when he stepped out to see Derrick now awake staring at him with narrowed eyes.“Oh yeah,” he muttered with a sniff looking around.“I stayed over, my dad is going to kill me, I’m dead, I’m so, so, so, dead,” he muttered sitting on the end of the bed when he grabbed his jeans and discarded shoes. “Why didn’t you wake me up and send me home?!”Derrick didn’t answer and instead slapped his hand over his mouth. “Please, please, shut up, I have a headache and your talking is forbidden.”Jordan glared at him as he stood yanking them on and doing them up with his converse. It was too early, his head and body ached in the worst way, and his eyes couldn’t stop looking at the mark on Derrick’s neck.It was his mark on him and the worst thing in the world was how good he looked in the morning. There was no care in Derrick’s world when he stretched out on the bed whilst Jordan fussed and worried.“I’m going to go,” Jordan muttered jerking his thumb over his shoulder backing away to collect his forgotten bag of candy and chips.“Sure,” Derrick murmured watching him leave. “Come here first.”Jordan swallowed when he walked over him half confused half curious when Derrick grunted sitting up and reached into his front pocket for his cell phone.Derrick typed on it before handing it back to him.“It saves me bumping into you in the nights,” he murmured lying back down.There was a squeeze in his chest when he nodded and backed up heading to the door. Jordan took the stairs when he practically ran down them till he reached the main door and shivered in the wind of the morning. It was a long walk to the store to collect the Jeep he prayed was still there.His prayers were answered when he instantly saw it when he arrived and opened her up climbing in. His first visit would be to go to Shawn’s waking him up to get an alibi for why he wasn’t home.Melissa’s car wasn’t in the driveway when he arrived and he breathed out his relief when he got out his own key to open the door. The house was silent when he hurried up the stairs and barged into Shawn’s bedroom to see him sprawled across it.“Yo!” he shouted kicking the bed so he jumped spitting his comforter out of his mouth and reached over turning on his lamp. The bedroom was filled with an orange yellow light.“Jordan?” he croaked staring at him with bleary eyes. “What the hell dude?”“I need you to be my alibi, I did – I did something stupid and I need you to cover my ass,” Jordan pleaded staring at him when Shawn woke up looking him up and sown.“Dude, what the hell happened to you? Have you seen yourself?”“No, why?” Jordan whispered and headed to his mirror. “Holy shit!”His cheeks were red in the worst way from stubble burn, his neck dotted with the odd hickey, and he looked rough as hell. It looked like he’d been screwing someone all night along and it was only half the truth when he thought back to the blow job.“Jordan?!” Shawn demanded much more alert.“I, um, I don’t know how to explain this but you need to trust me,” Jordan pleaded turning towards him.“I tried calling you last night but all I got was voicemail…where were you? No, who were you with?!”“In…Narnia, literally, I was in a place I thought I would never, ever, be, and did things I never, ever, thought I would,” he muttered staring at the wall before glancing at Shawn staring at him confused. “Look! I will explain all of this later, just…if my dad asks questions I was here all night and this…this is from…your carpet! We wrestled.”“What? Jordan, wait!” Shawn called after him when he hurried downstairs and out of the front door. He climbed into his Jeep starting her up and driving her home.The groan that escaped him when he saw his dad’s car in the driveway made his stomach twist in the worst way.“Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted stepping out and locking the door quietly enough when he opened the front door carefully and quietly. The house was quiet in the way he didn’t like when he kicked off his shoes quietly and headed to the stairs.“Jordan,” his dad said from the living room scaring him when he stumbled nearly falling over.“Oh, hey, what you doing up you should be in bed?” Jordan said licking his lip and looking at his dad sat on the sofa, the television on mute, and a cup in his hands.“Cut the small talk, where have you been?”“Shawn’s , his, um, his date didn’t go well. He needed his bro,” Jordan lied with a shrug. “I woke up early but not early enough it seems. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”“I was worried when your car wasn’t there and your bed was unslept in,” he scolded looking at him. “Are you okay? You look pale but your cheeks are pink.”“Yeah, dad, I’m fine, I just need some sleep,” he muttered keeping in the darkness of the hallway. It was still dark outside and he saw his dad grunt in agreement when he stood up turning off the television.Jordan kept his head down when he climbed the stairs and shut the door behind him in relief. He breathed out shakily switching on the light when he looked in the mirror and turned his head side to side inspecting the damage. It wasn’t too bad.Jordan knew he smelt. He could smell the whiskey, Derrick’s cologne all over him, and could still taste him on his tongue and lips. He stripped out of his clothes when he lied down in his bed and wrapped himself up tight feeling exhausted.This was the start of something big for the both of them and without a doubt he couldn’t wait to find out what...TBCThe Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 7: see what’s happening here .Jordan Smith was never the self-conscious type but going to school that Monday with nothing to hide them with people stared. In the end he told Shawn he went to a bar using his fake ID and slept over at the strange guys house. It gained a telling off from Shawn who scolded him for being stupid. He kept the truth with him and he liked that. It was his secret to bear and he slapped at Anna’s fingers when she poked at them that lunchtime.“Tramp stamp,” she said with a smirk. “He did his number on you, are you going to see him again?”“Hopefully,” Jordan muttered stroking his hand over his neck and checking his phone for the hundredth time that day to see if he texted him back. There was no luck and he sighed deeply pocketing it.“Are you ever going to tell me who it was?” Shawn questioned staring at Anna instead of him.“Who? Jordan’s new guy,” a new voice said and Jordan looked up when Laura Myers appeared li
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 8: hot then you are cold .Derrick turned his head to the side and stroked his fingers over the mark Jordan had left him with a small sigh. It was red with a hint of purple and it would stand out for days until it faded. It had already raised questions within Demi and his group. Ella had been curious and prodded him about who the man or woman was whilst Ian and Boyd remained unaffected for the most part. How could he tell them that he got drunk with a seventeen year old before they drunkenly made out and he gave him a blow job? It wouldn’t be the easiest conversation to have with them. It had been four days since he saw him last and his cell phone had blown up with texts from him.Derrick responded back to him when he wanted to of course but they were short, almost snappy in words, and he didn’t know how to face him, not yet. His thoughts were distracted from him when the front door opened and Demi walked in looking troubled and confused
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 9: algebra helps with a heartbreak .The music was still blasting when he walked in to get changed and he sighed deeply shredding his clothes and pulling out the drawer under his bed. He pulled on everything black from his jeans, his t-shirt, and leather jacket.The bar wasn’t full when he got there but there was the regulars dotted around. They stared at him, the men watched him, the women whispered, and each one of them held their own opinion. It was funny really. They saw what he wore, his car, and what he did of a night and a weekend and he was the bad guy. Derrick grinned at the women sitting in the corner watching him with narrowed eyes. He ordered three vodka shots and downed them all enjoying the burn. In the end though it didn’t get Jordan’s eye’s out of his head, the scent of his deodorant, his lips pink and kissable and the marks on his neck from no one else but him.He was relieved when the doors blew open revealing Ella weari
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 10: shampoo and a mix of berries .The branches whipped at him when he ran through the woods, the scent of ash and burning wood filling his nostrils when he ran away from it. Their screaming echoed in his ears when his feet hit the ground, the branches cracking, the leaves crackling, and he felt sick. Every time he turned he could see it, the fire roaring through his childhood home, the screams of his family burning inside there and doing nothing to get them out. There was a tugging at his hand when he turned to stare at it before looking up to see Laura staring at him, her eyes expressionless, her lips a pale blue, and pain written into her features.“It’s your fault,” she whispered over and over again so it slammed into him when he ripped his hand away running. “It’s your fault, Derrick! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”Her screaming echoed in his ears when he tripped falling to the ground only to open his eyes breathing hard and instead of seeing
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 11: in the woods . Jordan Smith was comfortable, his dreams nothing more than a blank page, but his body felt stiff from the cold. He cursed himself for leaving the window open but something felt different, his pillow firmer, the smell of a familiar cologne clouding his senses, and birds tweeting in the distance. It was a shock to blink his eyes open to see trees ahead of him and his cheek pressed into the shoulder of Derrick who was asleep also. Jordan was honestly speechless when he looked at Derrick and himself in surprise. His body curled towards him, Derrick’s arm holding him against his body, and they were currently sleeping outdoors. The sky already light meaning it must be around eight or nine in the morning.“What…” Jordan murmured shifting a little to sit up and stare around. “Derrick!”Derrick grunted rubbing his face with his hand adorably before opening his eyes and staring at him in confusion. His eyes narrowed before he s
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 12: his body, his choice . Jordan murmured softly leaning into him and closing his eyes when his hands pushed up under his t-shirt to touch the skin underneath. “What’s the worst that can happen?”It wasn’t answered and he wasn’t surprised when Derrick pushed at his legs so he collapsed against the bed and groaned muffled when he kissed him hard. Jordan didn’t know if his mouth could open any wider when he gripped his shoulders tight when they kissed and Derrick was a heavy warm weight against him.“Shit, fuck!” Jordan cried out when he kissed and bit his throat. “Derrick, please.”His begging was answered when yanked at his jeans tugging them down with his underwear and quickly did the same to his. Jordan watched fascinated when he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks fisting them at the same time.“Oh fuck!” Jordan hissed before reaching up to grip the back of his neck and kiss him. His lips fitting against his and he panted eage
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 13: blue, huge, unknown . Jordan Smith had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind.“Seriously, where are we going?”“The beach.”“What?” Jordan demanded straightening up and raising his eyebrows at him. “Are you…are you insane?! Who goes to the beach in January! It’s freezing out there.”“Exactly, cold weather, no one will be around, and why not go to the beach in the winter? Why is the beach only for the summer?”“For a suntan!” Jordan exclaimed looking out of the window and at Derrick in surprise and confusion. “You’re – you’re mad.”“You think?” Derrick questioned looking calm and almost amused.“Fuck,” Jordan breathed shaking his head and laughed shaking his head. “Well I guess it’s not the stupid cinema were we sit in silence for two hours and our hands brush in the popcorn.”“There’s nothing on in the cinema.”“Nice and normal isn’t in your vocabulary,” Jordan muttered turning his head to look at him and fighting down his grin. “
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 14: quite a number . Derrick stared out of the ocean watching the waves crash against the sand when it came closer to them and they sat on the dune together. Jordan sat between his legs and leaned against his chest when he played on his phone. It was drawing to the end of the day and a small part of him didn’t want to go back. Jordan was warm against him as the sun started to set reflecting on the ocean and he let his chin rest on top of head watching it.“Stupid thing,” Jordan muttered stabbing at his phone.“What are you playing?”“Candy crush, it’s infected me, it’s the worst invention ever but I can’t stop,” Jordan muttered with a tired sigh. “What time is it?”“Nearly half four.”“We have to head back soon don’t we?” Jordan mumbled ending his game and leaning further into him.“Yeah, your dad will start to notice you’re missing.”He sighed deeply and Derrick knew how he felt when he looked down at him and Jordan looked up at him. He