Theta - "The Unbound Genie"

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Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictitious and not at all suitable for minors. All characters involved in the story are either the age of eighteen or older, and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Reader discretion is advised.

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On a fairly average, stormy, and very boring night, there existed a small town in the middle of the vast nothingness that is the United States Midwest, and the majority of its inhabitants were winding down for the day, getting ready to go to bed as to prepare for the next dull and uneventful one to come.

Its inhabitants, the thirty-thousand-or-so people who lived there, knew it as Angelville, and not many of them would say that it's the worst place in the world to call home.

Well, that was aside from two young teenage dorks by the names of Jack Thorn and John Sandburg, who were both eighteen, going on nineteen-years-old.

If you asked them, they hated their mundane, day-to-day lives. Jack, between having to live with his older pain-in-the-ass step-sisters, a step-mother who didn’t care about anything else but his perfect grades and a clean room, and a step-father who he seldom saw because he was either working excessively long hours or was out at a bar with his buddies; desperately wished he were someone else, and had been adopted by a wealthy family instead of the middle-class losers he found himself with. A family that lived a more lazy and lavish life, one full of hot women with giant tits that wanted to fuck him day after day, despite only giving him the time of day because of his family's wealth. John, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to just run away to some random beach-town and live like a proverbial king, surrounded by gorgeous, well-hung manservants who resembled gods themselves, but unlike his best friend, he was content with the thought of working hard and doing whatever he could to actually work towards that goal, as impossible as it seemed given the rest of his small family’s lack of wealth and ambition towards achieving such long-term goals.

Regardless of their financial circumstances and unique preferences, the two were the best of friends. At school, on weekends, during the holidays, Jack and John would usually be found hanging out together at one of their houses, playing video games or bullshitting about their opinions on things. They were honest with each other, through and through, and didn’t hide their feelings when it came to what they wanted.

Especially John.

"Well, Cindy's outside." Jack said with a sickly sniffle, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "I better head out before she honks once and just takes off without me."

"Alright." John said with a dejected sigh, then coughed into a rag several times before clearing his throat. "You could stay another night, y'know. I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind."

"I know…” Jack sighed, standing up from the floor and grabbing a backpack full of extra clothes and essentials that he’d packed for his overnight stay at John’s house. “But you know how my mom is, though.”

"C’mon dude, you're sick. Like, almost as sick as I was a few days ago." John said as he rose to his feet despite the minor fatigue in his boney limbs, then pointed to the dark rings around Jack's eyes that were more prominent than they usually were. “We could have my dad vouch for you, I know he would. He likes you. I mean, not like I like you, but-”

"Yeah, right.” Jack said flatly with a roll of his eyes before harshly coughing into the sleeve of his navy-blue, long-sleeved shirt. “On a school night? I’m not risking it. Unless I can show her how sick I am, she's just going to be calling your dad and screaming until I come back. Even if I come home tomorrow as sick as I am now, I won’t hear the end of it until I move out. Besides, it’s my only chance of getting away with staying home, and that’s if she lets me stay home.”

"… Sorry." John said, walking up to Jack and wrapping his arms around his midsection for a hug. Per usual, especially on physically awkward occasions like this, Jack didn't pull away, but he wasn't completely comfortable with the affection that John enjoyed giving him whenever the young gay idiot felt appropriate. John smiled as he nuzzled his chest, his short blonde hair brushing up against Jack's chin. "Whether or not you show up tomorrow, I'll be bringing an extra lunch as an apology for getting you sick, just in case."

"That was the plan in the first place, dumbass." Jack said, his arms outstretched and unsure of how he should return his friend's gesture properly, then slowly lowered his left to his side and used the hand of his right to pat John’s head. "You don't have to keep feeding me."

"I know." John said, slowly beginning to grind his short, scrawny body against Jack's own. "And you don't have to spend time with me at the risk of your health." He said, looking up at Jack with his tongue sticking out. “Dumbass.”

"Fuck off, dude." Jack groaned, taking the hand that was patting his head and forcefully used it to push the pushy twink’s face away from him. “I’ve got to-”

John, who giggled like a schoolgirl as Jack forcefully **** his face away, quickly ducked out of his grasp and wrapped himself around his lower half, his face now nuzzling the soft bulge in his friend’s jeans. "You're gonna' have to try harder than that if you wanna' keep me away from this bad boy!" John laughed.

"Fine! Goddamn it…" Jack growled, grabbing a fistful of John's hair and forcefully pulling him away from his junk. "Stay on your knees, close your eyes, and open up wide. We've gotta' make this quick."

John whimpered as his best friend carelessly manhandled him, but the high-pitched sounds of pain that escaped his lips were born from sheer delight.

Down on his knees, John looked up at Jack's scowling face, right before opening his mouth and closing his eyes.

With one hand, Jack clumsily fumbled with the waistband of his pants and belt to simulate the sounds of him taking his pants off, but was actually using his other hand to slowly open John's bedroom door.

He slipped out without a sound, passing by John's dad and giving the tired man a nervous shrug as he rushed down the steps.