The Compromise

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Part 1 of... A few

Wanna know what's worse than finding out your mom is dating the biggest douchebag in town? Finding out that the biggest douchebag in town happens to be the father of the second biggest douchebag in town.

I felt my guts churn when I found out. Of every single, deadbeat fucking loser in the country, my mom just had to pick Royce fucking Lawlor. I could have gotten over that, considering I was leaving for college the following year, until I put the pieces together.

Devon Lawlor was a cunt. I really don't have any other words to describe him. He was a cocky, smug, narcissistic cunt, and I'm almost certain that he was born like that.

His hobbies included activities such as football, wrestling, terrorising anybody who wasn't in his merry band of fucking idiots, oh, and being a cunt. And he was a typical cunt, too. Six foot three, built like a statue, luscious golden locks, flawless tanned skin, eyes like chocolate drops in an ocean of pleasure. And so what if he was hot?! He was a cruel, selfish, self centred cunt, but yeah, he was a hot cunt.

I had this inherent ability to stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe the skill was passed down from my parents, or maybe I picked it up along the way, but in a room of a thousand people, I shone like a fucking diamond, and not always for the right reasons.

So I was clumsy, alright? A bit nerdy, a bit dorky, call it what you will, but I kept myself to myself and I didn't bother anyone with my spectacular knowledge of every intricate detail of Game of Thrones, Star Wars, Lord of The Rings or Harry Potter. I didn't showcase my impressive Lego collection which I'd been building since I was three years old. I didn't do any of that stuff, but somehow, Devon had wormed his way inside my head and found my secrets.

Now for context, this isn't some all American high school drama. He didn't flush my head down the toilet or cram me into any lockers. He didn't call me names like pipsqueak or twerp, he just took every single opportunity to publicly humiliate me, and he was really fucking good at it, too.

When Devon was around, I stayed quiet. It was easier that way, and I always relished in the fact that once the school bell rang and I escaped the hellish pit of high school, I could return to the beloved sanctuary of my bedroom and become absorbed in all things fictional. Until even that was taken from me.

"Sup".

That was how he greeted me. Sup? What was this, a fucking frat party?

Seeing Devon Lawlor in my living room, with his muscular arm draped over my sofa, and his bare feet resting on my coffee table made me squirm. What made me squirm even more was when my mom introduced him to me as though I hadn't endured the asshole for the last five years.

"This is Devon" she beamed, as slimy Royce held her, "you two will be brothers some day!"

It felt like I was being gutted. The sentence sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. The idea of having any level of connection with him made me want to barf across the room, and when I turned to see the expression on his face, and waited for him to scoff or smirk, my jaw dropped.

"I'm really excited for that, Ms. Evans, really I am".

Mom grinned widely, Royce nodded proudly, and I wanted to crawl inside my own ass and never come back out.

What was he doing?! He didn't want this anymore than I wanted it! He hated me and I hated him, and there was no way in hell that there were any plans to change that just because our parents were fucking! Yet he smiled up at me politely.

"Hey, wanna show me your bedroom?" He asked like an excited child, "or should I say our bedroom!" He added with a hearty laugh, and now my world was beginning to crumble.

I glared at my mom as she and Slimeball shared a cutesy kiss and they both turned back to me.

"We've decided" she said, brimming with excitement, "we're bringing the wedding forward, so Royce has put his house on the market and he and Devon will be moving in! Isn't that exciting?!"

"Mom" I said, my teeth grinding, "can I talk to you for a minute? In private"

Royce chuckled.

"Come on now, son" he guffawed, "we're a family now, what you can say to your mom, you can say to the rest of us".

I squeezed my fists so hard that I was sure I'd drawn blood. I glared at him, then back to my mom.

"Fine" I said, nodding violently, "this can't happen".

She looked shocked. He looked shocked, and I heard Devon give a faint, 70's sitcom style gasp.

"I'm not sharing a bedroom. I'm eighteen. It's not happening".

"Now you listen here, son" Royce started, but mom stopped him.

"It's only for a few months, sweetie" she said, but I could see the embarrassment in her eyes.

My nostrils flared. I would have continued, but I'd been raised better than that. I sighed dramatically and turned on my heel.

"So" Devon pressed, and I paused as I reached for the door, "how about that tour?"

As angry as I was, I already looked like the bad guy. I didn't reply, but my silence was clearly taken as acceptance, and a moment later Devon was following me up the stairs.

It was a vile invasion. A disgusting, humiliating, degrading display. Devon was torturing me without even saying anything! I knew he was. I knew he was doing this to torment me, and his whiney little act in front of my mom wasn't fooling me! No, sir!.

I stormed into my bedroom and considered slamming the door in his stupid, smug, arrogant, handsome, hot, beautiful face. I decided against it and he stood inside and gawped around.

"Damn, you are a nerd" he scoffed, "what's this?"

"Don't touch!" I snarled, pulling my miniature, hand-painted Yoda from his paws, "it's delicate".

Devon sniggered as I placed it back on my cabinet.

"Looks like we're going to be brothers" he said, ogling my poster of the Percival family tree.

"No, we're not" I explained simply, "technically, step brothers, but I'd rather claw my own fucking eyes out".

I expected him to react. It was the first time in my life that I'd insulted him. To his face, anyway. He took the words, played them in his pea brain and considered them.

"That's not very nice" he eventually smirked, and took a step toward me. Naturally, when a muscular giant rushes toward you, you back the fuck up, and I did, until my legs became trapped by the end of my bed and him.

I opened my mouth to reply, but I hadn't found any suitable response, so I just sort of froze.

"Let's get a few things straight" he growled, and his meaty hands began pulling at my shirt.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, pushing at him as my buttons popped open.

"I don't like this anymore than you do" he breathed, yanking the remaining shirt until the buttons burst like skittles across the bedroom floor, "so we're gonna' need to do something to make this whole thing a little less shit".

He dragged the garment down my arms, rendering me nude from the waist up. Like some sort of female protagonist, I hugged my body to hide my imaginary tits.

"I know you're a homo" he told me, eyeing my body, "hell, half the fucking school knows it".

"I am not" I lied, my cheeks shining.

"Oh, really?" He scoffed, and crouched in front of me, yanking my pants to my ankles.

"Don't cover it" he said, and stepped back.

It felt like someone had hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I was stunned to silence. I simply watched, somewhat horrified, as the beefy, muscular, sensational looking young man dragged his football jersey up his smooth, tanned body and over his head.

When Devon stood before me, almost as naked as I was, my eyes winded to the size of saucers. Sure, I'd seen him topless before, but this? This was different.

It looked as though his flawless skin had been stretched over a pile of rubble. His muscles bulged underneath. His six pack looked more like an eight pack. His pecs were sharp and defined. His arms were the size of my head, and everything about him made my cock rise.

"Real convincing" he sniggered as my boxer shorts tented.

"You have to go" I spat, pulling my pants up and turning my back to him, "you have to leave right now".

For a moment there was nothing but silence, and then he spoke and his voice was right behind my ear. His warm breath washed over my naked shoulder, his words poured into me and I shivered.

"I live here now, brother"

A soft whimper escaped my lips as Devon's strong hands wrapped tightly around my waist. He pulled me backwards until I could feel his firm body press against mine. He was hard. It was pushing through his shorts and unless I was mistaken and it was in fact a fucking leg, he was huge.

"So what do you say, Jake?" He purred, sliding his hands down the back of my pants and grasping the cheeks of my butt until I gasped. "Are you ready to compromise?"