Jason’s Triangle

A story of Jason, Sam, and the Italian who rocked Jason’s world

Kayleigh Mchaffie


Kanermatus was trying hard to understand the droning lecture he was currently suffering through. His long black hair falling over his shoulders and nearly touching the floor. It came to his knees when stood up. He was about 6"8, he weighed about 120 lbs, though, and it was nearly all muscle. He had bright red streaks in the bangs that framed his green eyes. The bangs came to his shoulders. His tattoos on his arms could be seen. Half circles with an arrowhead through them and a circle joining to the point. The tribal tattoo, made from several Kanji’s attached to each other, on his hip, could be seen partly, as his red, tight shirt was displaying his slender hips. His black, tight, 'emo' jeans perfectly displayed his well formed legs, and he had rocker boots on that came up to the widest part of his claves, the jeans forced over the thick boots. He had a necklace with a rectangular pendant portraying an upside-down crucifix on the metal and a ring on his left middle finger, silver with 4 spikes protruding from the edge of a large ruby, a smaller ring of rubies circling the larger one. He also had a ring on his right middle finger, a tear-drop shaped ruby set in the middle, 4 lines to give the impression of blood on a crucifix. He had a piercing in his left ear, a small crucifix dangling from his lobe, and no other piercings. His jaw line was angular, but not overly so and pale skin that absorbed the colours in the light.

Across from him was a 'jock' talking shit and boasting about 'creaming' a 'fairy' named Jason. Kane had heard a lot about Jason, yet, he had never seen him, well, if he had, he hadn’t noticed him. He pursed his black painted lips as he thought about what Jason might look like, from what he had heard. The mental image he created of Jason was an overly large head, with greasy dread locks and a huge bag under red, dilated eyes. Huge, Eddie Murphy lips and a long skinny neck. Short and stick thin with a pink frilly dress and ripped fishnet stockings with huge chunky boots and sinewy hands, like spiders. A rather frightening image. Then, the door opened.

Jason entered the room, piercings glittering in the light. Long raven black hair in dreadlocks, falling over his shoulders and over his forearms. He was wearing a pink shirt with spaghetti straps, a girl’s shirt, not that he cared. He had his thumbs looped through the belt loops on his demin mini skirt, which showed off most of his thighs and hardly covered his ass when sat down. His skin was silky smooth, apart from a few scars and the tattoos that could be seen. An off colour from white, a pale shade of peach. He had fishnet stockings on. Bright blue, that came to a stop 5 inches below his skirt, and then chunky black boots that came to his knees. He had slight bags under his green eyes, but the heavy makeup that framed his eyes distracted the looker’s eye from that fact. He was on the short side, but, he was slender, not quite anorexic, but pushing towards that stereotype.

In Kanes opinion, he was sexy. He said nothing to the teacher as he took his seat by Sam, a 'purely coincidental' accident due to a seating plan. Sam.

A red haired male, with, in Kane's opinion, a stupid little attempt at a stylish beard. Sam wasn’t fat, but muscular, slender and muscular, and pushing 6 ft high. He had seen Sam with Jason, though, he didn't know it was Jason, at the moment.

He had seen them, around school, and outside of school, holding hands, and kissing when they thought no one was around. He had even heard their moans and gasps in a toilet cubicle. He knew they were together.

"Jason!" The teacher’s shrill voice screamed through his daydreaming. "Detention."
"What for?" Asked Jason, sporting a tired, irritated expression.
"Being late" She retorted.
‘So, that’s Jason’ Kane thought as he watched him, the beautiful boy, his hand slipping under the table and gripping Sam’s thigh, caressing the skin. How could such a sexy, seductive male fall for a self-conscious, sexually confused, beard-growing idiot?! It infuriated him every time he saw them together. He clenched his fists, trying desperately not to scream at them.

He raised his hand, and everyone looked at him. The teacher paused in her droning lecture.
“Yes, Mr. Tskoki?”
“May I... Be excused?”
“Your reason?”
“I feel...Ill”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Throwing up ill?”
“Yes”
“You are a little pale...” She paused and grinned. “Jason, go with him. You can hold his hair while he pukes.” Kane stood, and, unhappily, so did Jason.

They left the room and walked down the halls in silence before entering the boy’s bathroom. Jason leant on a sink, watching Kane.
“Go on then. Puke. So I can get back to class”
“And back to Sam?” Kane asked. Jason blinked.
“What?!”
“I’ve seen you, I’ve heard you. More than once”
“So gonna blackmail me and Sam?” Jason questioned. He knew the game was up.
“Of course not...I just want to know. What do you see in him?”
“I... I don’t know. I suppose... How shy he is... How he always wants me to approve of him... Constantly worries about me.... It’s... Cute”
“He acts like a child. You don’t need a child...” He moved to Jason. “You need someone... Who will let you do what you want... Not be afraid of showing how they feel for you in public...You need someone... Like... Me”
Jason’s eyes widened as Kane put his hands on either side of Jason’s hips.

Slowly, Kane leaned forewords and brushed his lips over the other boys. Jason stiffened lightly, though, only for a moment.
“Your right” He gripped Kane's shoulders and forced his lips against Kane’s with an animalistic passion. Prying open Kane’s willing lips before plunging his tongue in to the wet cavern that was Kane's mouth. Kane returned the passion just as animalistically. Their tongues colliding with each other in a relentless kiss. Neither boys noticed the door open as the kiss ended and Kane moved his lips to the Goths neck. Biting and sucking at it. Not being gentle. He didn’t know how to be gentle, his efforts being rewarded by moans and gasps from Jason.

Sam stood in the doorway. Eyes wide as he watched his boyfriend and the Italian exchange student make out in the bathroom. Horrified, he left unnoticed.
Kane slowly stopped biting his neck and stood up. His hands in Jason’s. As he pulled away, a small packet of white powder was left in Jason’s hand. He kissed him again, hands entwined once more. Kane pulled back again.
“You make up your mind. Secret lovers or perfect lovers. Jason, Sam’s wrong for you.... When you make your decision, drop by, or call me” In Jason’s other hand, was a note. Kane left the bathroom. Sam stood outside the school gates, crying. Jason sat on the sinks, stunned and confused, and aroused. Kane was happy with himself as he went to lunch. The bell had rang 4 minutes ago.

It was time to go home. Sam’s car had already left. Jason sighed and walked down the road. Kane had disappeared as well. When Jason got home, he had a message on his answer machine. He pressed play and Sam’s voice echoed over the speaker. It was obvious, that, when he rang, he had been crying.
“H-HOW DARE YOU! YOU MAKE ME FEEL... ALL THESE THINGS FOR YOU... MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE! THEN... THEN GO BEHIND ME... WITH... WITH HIM! I SAW YOU! I SAW IT! HOW COULD YOU! I NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN!” Then, the message ended. Jason’s choice was already made.

Kane rounded a corner, looking up at a huge house with red brick and slate tiles. A house with 8 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, a house with antiques and priceless objects. The front garden was in perfect condition. Rose bushes coupled with tulips and exotic plants. He opened the huge gate and walked up the slate path. Pushing the key in to the slot, he unlockd the door and entered the huge enterance hall, decorated in beige and creams. A woman, with her blonde hair tied up, strands falling out and paint on her face and clothes. She was wearing ripped jeans and an old, blue shirt. A rope tied round her waist as a belt. She had tanned skin, from the numerous hours she spent on the sunbed.
"Hi mom" He nodded to her.
"Don't go in to the upstairs bathrooms. Just finished redocorating it"

He nodded and then walked upstairs to his room. He sat on his bed. His room was decorated in blacks and reds. A black bed with over 12 pillows. He had a few quitars scattered around his large room and a huge CD player with surround sound. He had a huge oak desk and placed on the desk was a hair dryer, straighteners, laptop, school books, drawin equipment and music sheets. He sighed and flopped back against his pillows. Looking at the many posters he had of random bands scattered on his ceiling and walls. He ran his thum over his phone. Hoping, for Jason to ring.

Jason flopped on to his bed. Clutching the packet of coke to his chest, and the note clutched in his hand. Phone by his side. He sighed and grabbed the blade and began to cut the coke.

It was close to midnight when Jason snuck out of his house and stole down the streets. Huddled in to a large coat, to keep most of the cold nights chill from his bare skin. He paused in his running only to look at the paper in his hand, before setting off again. He stopped in front of the red brick house, and looked up at it. Jumping the gate and walking in to the garden, picking his way throuh the flowers and knocking lightly on the door. He waited for about 5 minutes, contemplating on turning round and stealing away, to go home, he turned, giving up, and set off down the path. He heard the door open.

"Jason? Where are you going?" The sultry, italian accent purred from Kanes lips. He stood in boxers only at the door. Smiling wryly. Jason turned round.
"Sam knows. He's dumped me" Kane just smiled at Jasons comment, and gestured for him to come in. Jason walked inside, and Kane took his coat, closing the door. He helped Jason remove the huge boots, then took him in to his arms.
"So.. You came here. at midnight.. because?"
"Because..." Jason turned round. Smiling, and pushed Kane against the wall. "I want you" He whispered before leaning up and kissing Kanes jawline, as he coulnt reach his lips. Kane snaked his arms round him, and cupped his ass. Lifting him up easily. Jason slid his legs around Kane's waist and kissed him deeply, now able to reach his lips. Kane kissed back with the same passion as before, and held him close, slowley moving to the stairs as Jason slid his arms round the taller males neck.

Kane reached the top of the stairs and moved down the hall, pushing his partly closed door open, and walking in, closing it with his legs before pushing Jason down on to the bed and deepening the kiss.