Once Upon a Treehouse

All characters are 18+

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Perched high in his treehouse, Logan entertained himself with one of the many comic books in his collection and listened to the mourning doves outside. He had been driven from the basement by his twin brother, Travis, and a most unwelcome guest; Wayne Jackson, Travis's long-time bully.

Their science teacher, Mr. Phipps, in all his tenured wisdom, decided to pair the long-time rivals for a project. Logan never understood how teachers could be so smart and stupid at the same time. There was no way the dull man never noticed how Wayne treated Travis.

Being forced out of the basement was probably Travis's way of keeping Logan safe. Wayne was known for his quick temper and quicker punches, and the potential for Logan getting hurt was higher considering he had recently come out as transgender. While Travis was protective of his twin, he stood no chance of winning against the bully. So it had been decided that Logan would be as far away as possible.

Wayne cut an imposing figure, standing tall with a lean, muscular frame. Long, dirty black hair framed his face, drawing attention to an array of piercings from his bottom lip, gauged ears, and a stud embedded in one eyebrow. The very air around him reeked of rebellious teen angst, accentuated by the rings decorating each of his fingers and the silver chain around his neck bearing an upside-down crucifix.

Cheap tattoos adorned his arms, depicting skulls and snakes along with other crude designs. He dressed in ripped jeans that hung loose on his legs, heavy boots that thudded with each step, and a black t-shirt with a band logo that was difficult to read. Completing the ensemble was a denim vest, a tapestry of band patches and viscous-looking spikes.

Logan had always been fascinated by Wayne. While the outward, rough appearance caught his attention, he was struck by the intensity in his eyes. Dark eyes which held a mixture of defiance and amusement as if he enjoyed the discomfort he caused. Those eyes held a challenge to anyone who dared to look at him.

When they briefly glanced at each other before Travis ushered Logan out, he felt a shiver run through his body; a mixture of fear and fascination. Wayne, however, disregarded his presence. Despite all that he knew about Wayne, he was drawn to his presence. An aura of power surrounded him, and Logan was not afraid to admit that he found it attractive. It felt wrong considering the circumstances. Guilt grappled with his conscience, reminding him Wayne had bullied Travis for years.

Logan also found himself drawn to the deep resonance of Wayne's voice. The sound filled any room he entered, commanding to be heard. Perhaps it was the allure of the forbidden, the excitement of something so opposite of Logan's usual goody-goody personality. While other boys in their senior class attempted to be tough, none of them had the raw intensity that Wayne so effortlessly possessed.

The back door slammed shut, and Logan glanced out the window to see Wayne walking across the yard, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Wayne walked directly toward the treehouse, fishing something out of his pocket as he approached. Logan looked away and watched the entrance to the treehouse, his heart pounding in his chest.

The rope ladder groaned as Wayne climbed up. Logan pushed himself back against the wall of the treehouse, watching as the top of Wayne's head came into view. The boy dropped something onto the floor and climbed into the treehouse, not noticing Logan staring at him until he was right beside him.

"Oh fuck," Wayne grumbled. He glanced down the ladder and then shrugged, easing the rest of the way into the treehouse. "Whatever. Don't say anything and I won't pound your face in."

Logan stared at Wayne, his eyes wide, and shook his head. The crinkled brown paper bag, casually tossed aside, was quickly retrieved and opened with an air of nonchalance. The paper rustled as Wayne opened it revealing a wrapped plastic baggy of weed. Even from where he sat, Logan could smell the pungent, earthy aroma. It reminded him of the smell of dirt that covered the roots of the tree.

Completely fixated on everything Wayne was doing, he watched as the teen pulled out a glass pipe from within his vest and carefully loaded the bowl. He then produced a lighter from the same pocket, lit it with a practiced flick of the thumb, and held it up to the bowl. Logan's eyes widened as Wayne took a long, measured hit, holding the smoke in for a few suspenseful seconds before exhaling. Long tendrils of smoke curled and twisted from his lips and nostrils like serpents before dissipating into the air.

This moment was something completely taboo for Logan. He'd never seen someone smoke weed before. The smell wasn't pleasant, but, like the boy smoking, it had a strange, yet intriguing, allure. However, what truly captured his attention was the action of Wayne smoking-- the way his lips wrapped around the stem, the almost delicate way he held the pipe, the way his eyes closed as he inhaled, and the subtle parting of his lips as he exhaled.

Wayne leaned back after taking another hit. His eyes remained closed as he held the smoke in for a few more seconds before letting it out. Logan thought the boy appeared almost kingly, in a rough and barbaric sense. Like some of the characters in his comic books, he had a regalness and power that was both intimidating and attractive.

Wayne's eyes opened and he spotted Logan staring. "The fuck you lookin' at?"

Blinking, Logan shook away his daydream and said quickly, "Nothing."

Wayne, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, shifted his gaze to narrow slits. A fierce glare bore into Logan, a silent appraisal deep within his bloodshot eyes. "You're Travis's fag brother."

Logan immediately sat up straighter and sneered. "I'm not a fag."

"You were a girl, now you're a guy, right?" Wayne asked. "Sounds like faggot behavior to me." He picked up the pipe and took another hit. "Whatever, dude. You do you, I guess."

Logan glared at him. Was that a compliment or an insult?

"You want a hit?"

Wayne extended the pipe out to him. Momentarily caught off guard, Logan examined the clear glass, flecks of red, black, and white swirled inside like tiny galaxies. In the bowl, small red embers flared and died.

Shaking his head, Logan mumbled, "N... No. Thanks."

Wayne shrugged then brought the pipe back to his lips. There was something alluring about the way he took each hit. Logan couldn't tell what it was that locked his attention on Wayne, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. At one point, he swore he saw the tip of Wayne's tongue gently touch the edge of the stem before his lips closed around it. That sent a shiver up Logan's spine. There was something genuinely erotic about the way Wayne smoked that made Logan want to ease closer to observe.

"If you don't fuckin' stop staring at me," Wayne threatened. His voice sounded strange and thick, but the threat was clear.

"Sorry!" Logan replied quickly, his face flushing with embarrassment. He dropped his eyes to the floor, but he couldn't keep them there. The image of Wayne smoking the pipe burned into his brain. He had to keep looking.

However, when he looked up again, Wayne was staring right at him. Logan couldn't help but look away, but it was too late.

"Get over here," Wayne commanded. When Logan hesitated, the teen nodded towards the stack of comic books and then said, "Get one of those books, and get your ass over here."

Logan glanced at his discarded comic, not sure what he should do. Wayne's eyes burned into him as he waited to be obeyed. Taking a deep breath, Logan picked up the comic and walked over to Wayne. He extended the rolled-up comic to Wayne, only to have the bully take hold of his wrist and yank him down to sit between his legs.

Logan froze. His back pressed against Wayne's chest, and an arm wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. At this proximity, the smell of weed mixed with that of, what he assumed was Wayne's natural scent. Cigarettes, sweat, weed, and a musky deodorant mixed to form a smell that was uniquely Wayne. A deep blush colored his cheeks as he tried to push himself away.

Wayne didn't release him, and Logan didn't know what else to do. He tilted his head back to look up at the teen, but Wayne didn't look back. Instead, he tapped the comic with the hand that held the pipe.

"Read."

The request was so abrupt that Logan froze again. He looked down at the comic, as if he would find the answer to the bully's strange behavior written in the first panel. Wayne shifted behind him, leaning them both back against the wall. The sharp edge of a belt buckle dug into Logan's back. He adjusted himself in the boy's grip to try and ease the pain but made no move to escape.

Not knowing what else to do, Logan flipped to the first page of the comic and began to read. This was a story he'd read a thousand times, it was one of his favorites. It took place in a fantasy world with barbarians, thieves, and dark magic. His parents had been nervous about letting him read it, as most of the characters wore little more than loincloths or clothes that showed too much skin.

"Whose that guy?" Wayne asked between drags on the pipe. He pointed to a wolf-faced figure dressed in dark furs fighting an evil wizard.

"That's the barbarian king, Korgo, Son of the Plains," Logan answered. "He was cursed by a witch to have the head of a wolf after his father killed the witch's son. So Korgo is on a mission to find her and undo the curse."

"Why did they kill her son?"

"He was causing a famine that left the Plainsfolk starving, so the king had to do something. King Torgil, Korgo's father, gutted they guy and hung his body up like a scarecrow to please the gods of the Plains. He also had the shamans put the son's soul in a crystal and sent it to the Kingdom of Uravia so the Keepers of Time could keep him from escaping."

Wayne coughed with a cloud of smoke. "That's fucked up."

"You should have seen the picture of his body!" Logan said, excited that someone besides him was interested.

He moved away from Wayne and rifled through the stack of comics until he found the one he was looking for. This time there was no hesitation when he sat between Wayne's legs and leaned back. He flipped through the pages until he came to the picture of Rath the Warlock's desecrated corpse pinned to a cross like a scarecrow. Blood and viscera dripped from various wounds on his body, and his face was contorted in agony as his open mouth howled in pain. Crows tore at the organs spilling from his open gut while barbarian warriors looked on with satisfaction.

"Holy fuck!" Wayne shouted as he ripped the comic from Logan's hands and brought it closer to his face. "That's the most fucking badass thing I've ever seen in my life! You like this stuff?" He looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow.

Logan shrugged. "Yeah. It's my favorite story. No one in my family likes it, though. My parents don't like the nudity and violence, and Travis is only interested in anime."

"Well no shit your brother doesn't like cool stuff like this," Wayne said as he flipped through the pages of the comic. "He wouldn't know cool if it punched him in the face."

"You think it's cool?" Logan asked eagerly, ignoring the jab at his twin.

Wayne nodded then passed the comic back to Logan. He took another hit from the pipe before realizing the weed had turned to ash. "Fuck..." he groaned, setting the pipe aside. "Too lazy to pack more. Keep reading."

Logan was excited to get back to the comic, but his excitement was short-lived as he remembered why Wayne was here in the first place. "Don't you need to get back to helping Travis with the project?"

Wayne rolled his eyes. "I don't care about that fuckin' project. Travis can do it his fuckin'-- Who's that?"

Logan looked to where Wayne pointed. The comic he'd tossed aside to find the other one had opened to a random page to reveal a picture of a beautiful woman with long black hair. There was little left to the imagination as the woman was dressed in a bikini made of a thin, pink material. Each piece barely covered her; be it her voluptuous chest or her shapely hips with a small triangle of fabric covering her private parts.

"Oh," Logan said, picking the comic up and holding it in front of him. "That's Princess Shanti of the Amazon Empire. She was an assassin for her father, but grew tired of his tyranny so she ran off to the jungle where she became a warrior for the jungle goddess. This led her to..."

His explanation died as something pressed against his back. A firm bulge pressed against him right where he knew Wayne's crotch was. Health class, and an extensive internet search, had warned him about this kind of physical reaction in men but hadn't prepared him for having someone's erection behind him.

A warmth gathered between his legs as he processed what was going on. His heart thudded against his chest, and his stomach tied itself into a knot. Part of him wanted to run away from the situation, but another part of him wanted to see what would happen next.

"D'you wanna makeout?" Wayne asked, suddenly.

Logan's neck nearly snapped as he whirled around to look at Wayne. Bloodshot eyes stared back at him with a glassy mixture of nonchalance and hunger. Lightless pupils dilated the longer he stared at the older boy, and Logan felt the bulge behind him grow harder. An arm slid around his waist, the fingers brushing under the hem of his shirt, ever-so-slightly along his belly.

"You called me a faggot earlier," Logan said, trying to find something to say.

Wayne nodded. "Yeah, I did. Takes a faggot to know one, you know?"

"You're my brother's bully!" Logan argued, quickly trying to recover from the strange revelation. Even then, he found himself turning to straddle Wayne's lap. Desire burned in his stomach, and he wanted very much to run his hands over Wayne's chest.

"Your brother is a prick and a creep," Wayne said, in a voice that sounded like it was coming from deep inside him. He pulled Logan closer, increasing his arousal as his crotch pressed against Wayne's erection. "He deserves what he gets. Ask some of the girls around school and you'll understand. But I don't want to talk about him anymore."

It was more than clear what Wayne wanted. His hips flexed upward into Logan's groin, making him gasp. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through him as they ground together.

"Oh fuck," Wayne groaned, his voice thick with arousal. He lowered his head and kissed Logan deeply, forcing his tongue into the his gasping mouth.

Logan moaned softly as his body began to tingle. He'd never been kissed before and it felt as if he was melting in the heat of Wayne's mouth. The cold metal of Wayne's lip rings meshed with the warmth of his surprisingly soft mouth. His tongue began to explore the inside Wayne's mouth, tasting the ghost of acrid weed smoke that lingered there.

It wasn't long before Logan found himself on his back with Wayne on top of him. Wayne's hardness pressed against him as the kiss intensified. They moaned into each other as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt almost primal.

Logan's hands tangled in Wayne's long hair, pulling the boy closer as he rocked into him. Blood rushed through his veins as unfamiliar sensations coursed through him. He felt as if he was on fire and the only way to quench the flames was to lose himself in Wayne.

His back arched as he felt the older boy's rough hands slide under his shirt, pushing his binder over his breasts. Calloused palms and rough fingers explored the tender mounds, teasing the sensitive skin and sending a flush of heat through Logan's body. He barely recognized the sound of his voice as he gasped for more as Wayne circled the silky skin of his nipples with his thumbs.

Logan was helpless beneath the bully. All he could do was hang on as Wayne explored his body, tasting him as if he was starving. He felt as if he was being devoured even as the other boy pulled away to kiss his chest. Without the erection to grind against, Logan could only lie back and watch as Wayne's lips wrapped around one of his puffy nipples. The sight reminiscent of the way he took the stem of the pipe in his mouth.

Sharp teeth bit into the tender flesh, drawing a moan from deep within Logan. He felt his body tremble as Wayne bit and sucked, leaving an obscene trail of bruises behind. Logan felt his body tense each time Wayne bit down on his breast. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he never wanted it to end.

Wayne suddenly pulled away from him, leaving Logan gasping for air. Pain throbbed across his chest in the aftermath of the other boy's attentions.

Glancing up, he noticed Wayne had removed his vest and shirt, and was now working to unbuckle his belt. A thrill ran through Logan's mind at the knowledge of where this was going. He bit his lip as he drank in the sight of lean muscle and a trail of dark hair that disappeared into a pair of plaid green boxers. It didn't surprise him to know that Wayne had a pierced nipple, and all he could think about was wrapping his teeth around the stud and giving the bully the same treatment he'd been given.

Wayne had his fingers on the zipper when a phone vibrated from within his pocket. They stared at the pocket as though glaring at it hard enough would cause the person on the other end to hang up. Wayne stopped and pulled out his phone with a look of trepidation. He stared at the screen for a moment before answering it.

"Yeah? No, I-- Listen, dad, I'm still-- No. Yeah. Yeah... Fine, I got it. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Yeah, I know. Bye." Wayne hung up and quickly put his clothes back on. "I gotta go. Stupid fucking old man. Can't fucking do anything without fucking bothering me." He gathered his clothes, weed, and pipe, and headed for the trapdoor to the treehouse.

Logan stayed on the floor, stunned at the sudden turn of events. His body still trembled from the adrenaline and arousal that had just coursed through him. He wanted to grab Wayne and drag him back down, but he knew the boy would not take kindly to that. Especially now that he seemed to be more pissed off than when he first came in.

Before he disappeared down the ladder, Wayne looked up at Logan and said, "I'm not done with you. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll pick this up where we left off." With that, he disappeared down the ladder and out of sight.

Logan stared at the trapdoor for a moment before falling on his back and staring up at the ceiling. "What the fuck just happened?" he asked himself.

Did he just makeout out with the guy who's been beating up his brother for years? How the hell did that even happen? Glancing at his chest, he examined the trail of hickeys and bite marks that had been left behind. Those certainly looked real. They felt real too as he ran his fingers over the raised skin.

Wayne had nearly taken his pants off too, and Logan was going to be cool with that?! He'd been so caught up in the moment that he was going to let this jerk have his way with him. Guilt should have been setting in, knowing he about betrayed Travis in the worst way possible, but instead, all he could think about was how much he wanted to do it again.

"Dang," he muttered to himself as he got up and made his way down the ladder. He was so screwed. Travis would be pissed if he found out about this.

Holy crap, that only aroused him more. Logan needed to shower or do something to clear his head. He had to think. He had to figure out how to get out of this mess.

But he didn't want to get out of it. He wanted to stay right where he was and have more time with someone as hot and dangerous as Wayne. What would be better than having a cool secret like this? Or, if Wayne got more serious, a hot, dangerous secret boyfriend!