9. That's hot.
"Home sweet home, huh. " Peter's right behind him as always. "I guess so. " Fiona looks up: "You must be E.T's friend. Pete, was it? Nice to meet you? " Peter shakes Fiona's hand: "Yeah, I am. Nice to meet ya. " Ethan tighten his grib on his backpack straps. "So, where are you guys headed? " Ethan points to the staircase: "My room. " She nods: "Alright. You joining us for dinner, Peter? " Peter nods: "If I may. I gotta be at the home at 10. " He puts his arm around Ethan's shoulder and they go up the stairs together.
"So, you have your own room? " He shakes his head: "Nah. Lip and my sisters have their own after we kicked dad out. I share with Ian and our two younger brothers. " Peter licks his lips and laughs: "Daddy issues? That's hot. " Ethan opens the door to his room: "I have the top bunk, over Liam's crib, Ian's on that bed and Carl's over there, in that one. He and Liam used to be in Deb's room but she kicked them out. " Peter nods, and throws himself on Ian's bed: "Are those your posters? The science ones? " Ethan shakes his head: "No. Lips. Used to be his bunk. "Peter gets up and locks the door: "Let's fuck. "
He pulls down Ethan's pants: "I don't feel like it, Pete. " Ethan stops a blow to his face. "Don't do this- Not here. I have nothing to fear anymore. You have nothing on me. " Peter laughs: "What are you talking about? I'll tell your whole school, E.T. No mercy. " Ethan doesn't stop the next blow. Or the next. He doesn't hit back. He just lets Pete kick the shit outta him. And when he's bruised and bloody and hurting all over he lets Pete pull down his pants. He shuts his eyes. "I want ya to beg for it, faggot. "