Ring of Promise

by

Angelise

“Hey, Matthews! You plan on standing up there all day?”

Closing the folder that contained the speech he would be giving at graduation next week, Blaine glanced toward the bleachers. His heart tripled its beat when he saw the person who had yelled at him.

Trent was sitting sprawled on the first row of the bleachers. His legs were open wide causing his gym shorts to pull tight across the crotch, and the way he was leaning back with his elbows propped on the second row of seats had his cut-off jersey riding high. Blaine swore he could see the sunlight glinting off his boyfriend’s nipple piercings.

“Hey, Matthews!” Trent called again. “I need a ride home. You up to taking me?”

Blaine watched as Trent casually dropped one hand between his legs and scratched his balls. “You asshole,” he muttered, suddenly a little short on air. “Of course I’m up to taking you. Who wouldn’t be after seeing that?”

Vaulting off the stage, Blaine walked from the football field to the bleachers, using his folder to hide the erection he was now sporting. By the time he reached where his boyfriend was sitting, Trent had slipped his fingers inside his shorts and was making no effort to hide the fact that he had a major boner. Of course, his brazen boldness was encouraged by the knowledge that there wasn’t a soul within fifty feet of where he was sitting.

“Like what you see, Budman?” Trent asked, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.

Blaine didn’t say a word. He merely grabbed Trent by the arm and dragged him behind the bleachers, not stopping until they were well hidden in the shadows beneath them. Blaine then wiped the grin off Trent’s face with a kiss that had the younger teen groaning and feverishly humping Blaine’s leg.

“Shit, Blaine!” Trent exclaimed once his mouth was free. “You tryin’ to make me cum in my pants?”

Feeling alive for the first time since his baby brother’s death, Blaine boldly slipped his hand inside Trent’s shorts and tweaked the head of his dick. “Do it. I dare you.”

Trent stared open-mouthed at Blaine for a full minute, but then that smile crept across his face, the smile that warned Blaine he was about to lose control of the situation.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Grasping Blaine’s hand, Trent widened his stance and thrust his hips forward ever so slightly. “You’d love to feel the hot splash of my spunk on your hand, dripping off your fingers and coating your skin so thick you’d be smelling and tasting me for days.” Trent leaned forward and whispered hotly in Blaine’s ear. “You’d like that, right?”

“Oh fuck, yes!” Blaine clenched his eyes shut and desperately tried to prevent his body from doing the exact same thing he had just dared Trent to do. The voice of his homeroom teacher yelling at them proved to be the proper deterrent, and Blaine sighed with relief when his erection deflated somewhat.

“Unless you two want to be suspended, I’d suggest you take it off school property.”

“Will do, Mr. Martin. Thanks.” Blaine slowly eased his hand out of Trent’s shorts before turning around and nodding at his instructor, one of the few sympathetic to the school’s gay students. “Sorry about that. Got a little carried away. Won’t happen again.”

The tall, broad-shouldered teacher peered over Blaine’s shoulder at Trent. “Is this the young man you’ve been regaling me and Dane about?”

“Yeah, this is him.” Blaine blushed as he dragged Trent forward. “Trent, this is Mr. Martin. He teaches fourth level Physics.”

“I’ve seen you before,” Trent said, shaking hands with the older man. “You hang out a lot with Mr. Strickland from the English department. I see you in his room all the time.”

“Dane’s my life-partner,” the man explained before excusing himself.

Blaine laughed at the stupefied look that appeared on Trent’s face. “Close your mouth, Trent. There are other gays at our school besides us.”

Trent gestured in the direction Mr. Martin had gone. “But he’s . . . .”

“What? A teacher?” Blaine looked over to where his instructor was unsuccessfully trying to break up a catfight between two screaming cheerleaders.

“Old,” Trent declared with a frown. “He’s old.”

Blaine fell out laughing. “Older men can be gay, too, you know.” Taking his boyfriend’s hand, Blaine tugged Trent toward the parking lot. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Where are your books?”

“Threw them in your truck on the way over.” Trent spared a last glance at Blaine’s teacher. “You think they still do it? Fuck, I mean.”

“Certainly hope they do.” Blaine popped the locks on the doors of his truck and climbed behind the wheel.

“Why’d you say that?” Trent asked once he was seated and belted in.

Blaine finished buckling his seatbelt before catching Trent by the back of his neck and pulling him close enough to kiss. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to keep doing it with you until my equipment stops working, which shouldn’t be for another sixty or seventy years, if you get my drift.” Blaine released his hold on Trent but before he could transfer his hand to the steering wheel it was caught by Trent and squeezed hard.

“You really gonna want me around that long, Budman?” Trent tightened his grip.

“Those are my plans,” Blaine answered. “Unless of course you want it otherwise.”

Grinning, Trent tucked Blaine’s hand between his legs and bounced just a little in his seat. “Nope, nope. Your plan sounds okay to me. Although, I’m actually pulling for eighty years. Why stop at seventy when you can fuck for ten more?”

Liberating his hand, Blaine chuckled. “You do realize we’ll be old and decrepit and probably in diapers by then?”

“Yeah, but we’ll be together. Gotta make sure they put us in the same room at the nursing home. That way we can push our beds together and still fool around.”

His heart swamped with emotions, Blaine stared at Trent. He knew the younger boy loved him, and he had hoped their relationship would last far into the future, but to hear Trent actually talking about them still being together when they were way into their nineties, Blaine felt his eyes fill with tears. “I do so love you, Trent Anderson,” he whispered roughly, leaning forward to capture Trent’s mouth with a kiss that expressed the feelings he couldn’t put into words.

“Uh, Budman?”

Blaine had shifted his mouth to Trent’s throat so that he could nip at his Adam’s apple. “Yeah?” he asked after a moment.

“Uh, that teacher of yours is standing right outside your door and man, is he giving us the evil eye. I really think we need to take this elsewhere.”

Blaine groaned his displeasure, and with one last lick of Trent’s throat, reluctantly shifted back to his side of the seat. He aimed an apologetic smile at Mr. Martin before starting up his truck and shifting into reverse. “Is it okay if we do that?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Do what?” Trent unzipped his backpack and yanked out his science book. Loose papers went flying everywhere, and he had to unbuckle his seatbelt in order to lean down and gather them off the floor.

“Go somewhere we can make out.” Blaine found he was distracted by the way Trent’s shorts rode low on his hips and revealed a glimpse of his ass. When he finally shifted his eyes back to the road, he realized he was about to run a stop sign and immediately slammed on the brakes.

“For Christ’s sake!”

Blaine glanced down quickly and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw how Trent was wedged between the seat and the floor. He would have offered to free his stuck boyfriend, but a horn blaring behind him killed that idea. “You okay?” he asked as he shifted gears and eased his truck into traffic.

Trent wiggled around until he was on his knees facing Blaine. Rubbing his head, he glared at his grinning chauffer. “Why the hell’d you do that? Dog run across the road?”

His grin widening, Blaine explained, “Actually it was your ass that caused me to brake so suddenly.”

“My ass?” Trent looked over his shoulder at his behind as if it held the answer to his question. “What the hell has my butt got to do with anything?”

Licking his lips, Blaine expounded, “When you bent over to grab those papers that fell, I got a good look at it.”

“Is that all?”

Blaine waggled his eyebrows. “Well, if I may say so, Mr. Anderson, you do have a mighty fine caboose. I couldn’t help but stare.”

Laughing, Trent leaned his elbows on the seat in front of him. “Can’t argue with you there, but next time make sure the truck is stopped before you start ogling the merchandise.”

“If you insist.” Several seconds passed before Blaine realized Trent hadn’t resumed his seat. He looked over at his boyfriend and saw the wicked grin on his face. “Whatever it is, don’t.”

Trent scooted closer to Blaine and boldly slid his hand across the top of Blaine’s thigh and toward his crotch. “You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“Don’t have to. Just seeing that grin on your face is warning enough.” Blaine brought his truck to a stop, but instead of turning down the street that led to their respective homes, he continued straight through the intersection, taking them to his grandfather’s place. “Whatever you’re thinking put it on hold until we get to Gramp’s farm. I think one near miss a day is enough, don’t you?”

Trent boldly leaned forward and buried his face in Blaine’s crotch, kissing the denim-covered bulge before hauling himself off the floor. Gazing out the window, he saw that they were only minutes away from reaching their destination and decided to delay belting himself in. Instead, he snuggled up to his boyfriend and began nipping at his ear.

“Trent?”

“Hmmm?”

Blaine unsuccessfully tried to discourage the mouth nibbling on his ear. “I said one near miss a day is quite enough for me.”

“And I totally agree. That’s why I didn’t give into the urge to blow you while you were driving.” Trent shifted his focus to Blaine’s throat and began licking its length repeatedly.

“Come on, man. Cut it out.” Blaine elbowed Trent in the ribs.

“Spoilsport.” Trent slid back to his side of the seat, flipping Blaine the bird as he went. “I was only trying to, oh hell, forget it.”

Blaine pulled to a stop at the gate that led to the rear section of his grandfather’s 70-acre farm. Before opening his door, he glanced at Trent and sighed at the mulish way the teen’s chin was tilted. “I’m sorry I elbowed you, Trent, but you can’t pull that shit while I’m driving. One death in the family is enough, and I sure as hell don’t want to add to my parents’ grief ‘cause we couldn’t keep our hands off each other while driving home from school. Now, would you please drive the truck through once I get the gate open?”

Slamming the door shut, Blaine walked over to the gate and threw it open, motioning to Trent once he had walked through to the other side. He idly searched the field for any signs of his grandfather or the men that worked for him. Finding no one, Blaine got back in his truck and followed the dirt road that led to a stand of oak trees at the far edge of the property. Once there, he threw his truck into park and cut the engine.

Minutes passed as Blaine waited for Trent to speak, and when he remained silent, Blaine rolled down his window and leaned his elbow out, taking a deep breath of fresh air before turning to face his boyfriend. “Don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I used to come here a lot during those days when I was trying to figure out if I was straight or gay. Used to climb that tree and just sit and think about it all.” Blaine pointed to a gigantic oak with several low-lying branches. “In fact if you climb up to where the trunk splits in two, you’ll see where I carved our initials in the wood. I did that the day I decided I really was gay and totally in love with you.”

Blaine slapped Trent on the thigh. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

He was halfway up the tree before Trent decided to join him. Blaine could plainly see Trent was still sulking, and he wisely ignored his boyfriend’s petulant attitude. His mind was focused on something much more important.

Trent finally took his seat opposite Blaine. “I’m here. Where’s our initials?”

Blaine pushed back a leaf-laden branch and revealed the letters he had carved into the bark. Instead of the traditional heart, he had enclosed their initials inside a knight’s shield, and it was that design that had given him the idea for the tattoos they both now wore. “I was fourteen when I did that.”

Trent traced both sets of initials before looking over at Blaine. “Can’t believe you had those kind of feelings for me back then. I mean, I know we were best buds but . . . love?”

Blaine placed his hand over Trent’s and flattened them so that they were covering the carved shield. “There’s never been anyone else, Trent.” His boyfriend’s disbelieving look had Blaine explaining further. “Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve dated several guys, even fooled around with a few, but not one of them was you. They were just filling the gap until I got up the nerve up to tell you how I really felt.”

Blaine lifted his hand away, but that was only so that he could haul Trent over to his side of the tree. After wrapping one arm around Trent’s chest, he dug in his back pocket for something he had been waiting three months to give his boyfriend.

“I know you’re probably going to think this is totally girly,” Blaine said after kissing Trent on the cheek, “but I’d really like it if you’d wear my graduation ring.” He held out the ring to Trent and felt his heart skid to a stop when it was not immediately taken. Swallowing his pride, Blaine closed his fingers around the ring and let his arm drop to his side. “Yeah, you’re right. Too girly. Sorry about that.”

Blaine rested his chin on Trent’s shoulders and looked everywhere but at his face. “Don’t know what I was thinking. I mean, you’re already wearing my initials on your arm. That should be enough, I know.”

Trent turned his head and nudged Blaine’s jaw with his nose. “Can I see the ring again?” he asked huskily.

Slamming the door shut on the hope that kick-started his heart into overdrive, Blaine showed Trent the ring. “The main stone is a garnet, my birthstone, but if you look real close, you’ll see that the eyes of our school mascot are the color of your birthstone, amethyst.” The older teen blushed. “I thought it would be cool to incorporate both gemstones into the design.”

Trent stared at the ring for what seemed like a long time to Blaine, and he was ready to climb down from his favorite meditation spot when Trent stopped him. “Would it,” Trent scooted around until he was facing Blaine, “would it hurt your feelings if I wore your ring on my chain instead?”

Blaine was caught completely off guard when Trent looped his arms around his neck and latched onto his mouth. They played tongue tag until breathing became absolutely necessary for their continued survival. “You’ll,” Blaine sucked in another gulp of air, “you’ll wear it?”

“Of course, you goofball. I’ll wear it on the chain I’ve got my mom’s locket on. Is that okay?” Trent lifted out the gold chain he had worn around his neck for the past five years.

With the utmost reverence, Blaine took the chain once Trent had removed it from around his neck and carefully slipped his brand new graduation ring on it. Before handing the chain back to Trent, he flicked open the locket and stared at the picture of Trent’s mother. “Do you think your mom would be okay with me loving you? With us being together?”

Blaine held up the locket for Trent to see. “I know she was happy with us being friends, but do you think she’d be okay with us being more than just friends?”

“You know until just now I never really understood why Mom kept insisting I stick with you. Right before she died, she must have told me that a thousand times. ‘Stick with Blaine,’ she’d say.”

Blaine followed Trent down the tree and jumped to the ground once he reached the bottom branch. “For real? She said that?”

Trent nodded. “I always thought she was telling me that because we were best buds, but now thinking back, I have the feeling she already knew about you being gay and loving me and that telling me to stick with you was her way of making sure we got together.”

Not quite ready to go home, Blaine took a seat at the base of the tree and tugged on Trent’s hand until he was tucked securely in front of him. “Your mom was a smart woman,” he whispered in Trent’s ear before burying his face in the tousled hair tickling his nose.

“Yeah, she was.” Using both hands Trent gripped the arm Blaine had wrapped around his upper chest. “And no doubt she’s doing that crazy touchdown dance of hers in heaven, celebrating us getting together.”

Blaine looked through the branches of the oak tree at the clear blue sky above them and smiled his agreement. “No doubt, Trent. No doubt.”

End of chapter 12

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