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Growing Up in Lafayette Pt. 9

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Izzy strutted around the house in nothing but a pair of tight fitting jeans, humming to himself quietly while Axl frantically ran around the house, tugging at his hair. It was a cold, Sunday morning, and judging from all of the banging and frustrated yelling going on upstairs, Izzy guessed that Axl had lost something, again.

Izzy went to go see what all of the commotion was about, but Treader barked happily and nudged the back of Izzy's leg, begging for a pat. Axl could vaguely be heard screaming in the background, but Izzy had a short attention span and paid no attention to it. Instead, he leaned down and rubbed Treader's head. The old Alsatian shut his eyes appreciatively and sat down, leaning into Izzy.

Izzy chuckled and got on his knees, hugging the fuzzy dog to his bare chest. The morning mist outside was just beginning to clear up, and rays of sunlight shone through the wide window's of Izzy's living room. Treader whined and huddled into Izzy, the two sharing their own special moment for the weekend.

To be honest, Treader was a little bit jealous of Izzy's lover, but he had to admit, he liked Axl too. Treader could see the affect that the ginger boy was having on Izzy and he'd never seen Izzy so happy before in his life. The boy seemed to glow every time Axl was in the room. The ginger was warm and smelled like exotic spices, which made Treaders wet nose tingle. It was a nice feeling, and Treader couldn't help but feel he had two masters now.

But also felt an intensity growing between the two. Call it a sixth sense, but Treader could feel that they were like a bomb ready to explode. Axl was shy, but very commanding, and Izzy couldn't stand being dictated to. The two boys were soul mates, and were destined to be together, but for how long, Treader didn't know.

There was another ear-splitting shriek from upstairs and a loud crash. Izzy grumbled and buried his face in Treader's soft fur, before getting up and walking over to the stairs to investigate. By the time he'd gotten to the top of the stairs, a red blur knocked him onto his bum, and darted down the stairs.

Tenderly rubbing his sore rump, Izzy got up and trudged his way down the stairs, quizzically watching Axl glare at Treader.

"I swear to god Treader, if you've got my glasses, I'll have your furry hide for a coat." Axl threatened playfully, earning a lick up the face from Treader.

Izzy shook his head and smiled, his hand still placed protectively over his backside. Not only was it Axl's favourite place to grab, but it had been rather sore from last night's activities. Axl had decided it would be fun for the two of them to go on the trampoline outside, and Izzy had ended up falling off of it and onto his bottom. Of course, it had been worth it, as Axl had been required to kiss it better, but that didn't however, take away the stinging feeling he got whenever he sat down.

Treader looked up at Axl and gave out a low 'woof' before snuffling the ground and trotting away, leaving the two boys to be alone. Axl ran his hands through his hair and sighed, moving over to snuggle up against Izzy.

"You haven't seen my glasses, have you?" the ginger asked in a defeated tone, mumbling into Izzy's chest.

Izzy rested his chin on Axl's head and wondered if he'd seen the glasses anywhere, but he knew it was no use. Axl was a master at losing things, and if Izzy had seen the glasses anywhere, they'd be long gone by now. "Err... no."

Axl groaned and rubbed his face against Izzy's silky skin, savouring the feeling. "Great."
Izzy chuckled and ran his hands up Axl's back, earning himself a squeeze on the bum from the other boy. Huffing indignantly, Izzy yelped and rubbed his backside, again. "Do you mind?"

Axl flushed a little bit and cracked a cheeky grin, pulling Izzy's hands away from his butt and replacing them with his own. "Sorry."

Yet again, Treader interrupted the scene, woofing and wagging his tail. Only this time, Treader was carrying Axl's glasses case, and was greeted by a serenade of hugs and kisses from the ginger. Izzy let out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, feeling a little lost. He wasn't jealous of the attention that Treader was getting, and he wasn't upset that Treader was submitting to Axl all of the time. He just felt like sometimes he was completely invisible.

Feeling a little harrowed, Izzy crept out of the living area and waddled over to the stairs, forlornly climbing them one by one. Axl didn't seem to notice, and kept lavishing Treader with encouraging words and smooches.

Izzy felt absolutely ridiculous for feeling the way he did, but he couldn't help himself. Axl used to be so different. Before, he was shy, but kind and caring. He used to blush every time Izzy held him or kissed him, and he'd watch Izzy's every move with fascination. Now he was more interested in other things, and they didn't even spend their lunch times together, because Axl would talk to Duff.

Stalking into his room and plopping down onto his bed, Izzy closed his eyes and thought back to his first lunchtime with Axl. It was a little cold, but the sun was shining brightly. Axl's hair was vibrantly red in the sunlight, and he was holding an apple with disdain. Izzy had grabbed the apple and replaced it with his own lunch, and he still remembered the way Axl's face had lit up with surprise.

It was probably the sweetest apple Izzy had ever tasted. But that was back when Axl still called Izzy "Jeffry". It was almost like his Bill was a completely different person. Izzy heard heavy footsteps stomping their way to his room, and instinctively, he turned over on his side with his back facing the door. Izzy really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, he just needed a few minutes to be alone and regain his composure.

There was the usual creaking of his door slowly opening, but what came next was completely unfamiliar. It was harsh and almost bitter. Nothing like the boy he loved. "Well, if you're going to ignore me, I can just spend my weekend doing something better."

Axl's voice reverberated through the room, and it was bristling with annoyance. Izzy felt a heat rising in his face, and felt indignant at the fact that the other boy could be mad at him. Izzy had done nothing wrong, and for all Axl knew, he could just be tired.

Burrowing under the covers, Izzy wrapped himself up and continued to face away from Axl, giving the other boy the cold shoulder. "Fine by me..."

Axl huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, trying his hardest to look upset. But Izzy wasn't even looking; he was curled up in a ball under the covers and trying to ignore the other boy as best he could. Axl shuffled his feet a little bit here and there, and grew worried when Izzy wouldn't say anything.

Creeping over to the bed, Axl gently crawled under the covers and melted into Izzy's body. Izzy's back muscles tensed under Axl's touch, but Axl continued to massage the other boy softly, making his way down to the boy's thighs. Izzy moaned and Axl worked his hands into the tight areas of Izzy's body, driving away all of his tension.

Izzy wriggled around a bit, and shifted closer in to Axl, wrapping the other boy's hands around his waist. Axl breathed out in relief, and his warm breath hit Izzy on the neck, making the boy shiver. Trailing kisses up and down Izzy's bare back, Axl's hands began to tickle Izzy's rib cage.

Trying as hard as he could not to giggle, Izzy growled playfully and turned around, taking the other boy by surprise. Axl flushed a deep red and Izzy captured his mouth in a kiss, stopping to nibble on the other boy's bottom lip.

Izzy felt a tug in his chest as he saw the flustered look on Axl's face. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and Izzy took out the time to gaze at Axl's hot red cheeks, his exotic forest green eyes and his perfect, porcelain skin.

Izzy moved down and poked out his tongue, tentatively running it along Axl's swollen, ruby red lips. Axl let out a squeak and pressed his face further, so that they were kissing again. Izzy sighed into the kiss and his hands snaked to pull the other boy on top of him.
Izzy was running his fingers through Axl's silky hair and kissing the other boy tenderly, when Treader, the furry bastard, gave out a woof and made his way into the room.

Axl squealed in delight and patted the spare space on the bed next to them, inviting Treader up. Treader barked and unsuspectingly jumped up on the bed, sticking his wet nose under the covers and snuffling everywhere, making Izzy bristle with anger.

Out of nowhere, Izzy jolted up in the bed and grappled onto Treader. Screaming, he launched the dog across the room and threw him at the door. Treader yelped and whined, before bolting out of the room with his tail between his legs. Axl went pale and his mouth was agape in horror.

"IZZY! DID YOU JUST THROW TREADER OFF THE BED?" Axl squeaked, hoping that Izzy wouldn't do the same thing to him.

Izzy simply looked down to his hands and then back at the door, before nodding solemnly and holding Axl to his chest. "If Treader interrupts us one more time, I'll turn him into a furry hat."

Axl blinked disbelievingly at Izzy, but leaned back down and laid his head on Izzy's chest. "Izz?"

Izzy's heart lurched forward at the gentleness of Axl's voice, and his whole body shivered as the ginger delicately ran his finger up and down Izzy's chest. "Yeah, Bill?"
Axl shut his eyes and sighed. "Wanna go for a walk?"

Izzy looked down at Axl sceptically and tried to figure out what the other boy was up to. "Is this because I threw Treader across the room? He'll get over it, you know. He knew he was pissing me off."

Axl shook his head, his soft auburn hair moving across Izzy's chest, and laughed. His voice rumbled against Izzy and the other boy could feel the vibrations of Axl's low voice coursing through his body. "I just wanna get out and go for a run, you know?"

Izzy's breath hitched at the back of this throat as he felt the small butterfly kisses that Axl was leaving along his neck. In truth, Izzy wanted to stay in bed all day with his beloved redhead, but he knew that Axl needed some space. Axl was like a caged bird that needed to be let out sometimes, and Izzy knew that the fresh air would be good for the boy. Not only that, but there was nothing quite like watching Axl run. It was probably the most amazing thing Izzy had ever witnessed, and it made him marvel at the way the human body worked.

Gazing into Axl's emerald eyes, Izzy nodded and stroked the other boy's hair lovingly. Axl smiled and nuzzled Izzy gently before throwing the covers off of the two and hopping out of bed. As he walked towards the dresser, pulling out some of Izzy's clean clothes, Axl's hips moved suggestively and Izzy held back a moan as the other boy's leg muscles tensed and rippled under his shorts.

Axl dressed himself in a pair of Izzy's tight jeans, amazed at the fact he could actually fit in them. They were long, and black, and he needed to roll up the bottoms a little bit, but apart from that, they were quite snug. Axl did a little twirl and turned to admire himself in Izzy's clothes, marvelling at the softness of the luxurious fabric. The pants looked quite expensive, and they made Axl look nothing short of appetising. Izzy's jaw hung wide open as he watched the ginger pull on one of his button up shirts.

Axl was used to bell-bottomed jeans and tartan shirts, not the beautiful clothes that Izzy wore. Occasionally he'd be blessed with a sweater to wear in the cold winters, but his clothes were only for wearing, definitely not for show. They hung off of his small frame and made him look a little stupid, but Axl kept having growth spurts and his parents only bought him clothes every few years, so they had to be a few sizes too big.

But standing in front of the mirror and wearing Izzy's clothes was a turning point for Axl. The black showed off his sharp features and brought out his eyes, making him feel attractive for the first time in his life.

Izzy watched as his boyfriend stared listlessly at his reflection in the mirror, and got up to wrap his arms around the boy's waist. "Something wrong?"

Axl shook his head and lifted a hand to the cold mirror, his hand ghosting over the reflection of his face. "Is that really me?"

Izzy smiled and raked his fingernails down Axl's chest, stopping just below the waistband of his pants, and kissed the other boy gently on the side of his neck. "Of course it is."

Axl smiled and turned away from his reflection, pressing his nose against Izzy's. Leaning in, they were just about to share a beautiful, passionate kiss, when suddenly, there was a woof at the door, and Treader happily bounded in.

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Izzy grumbled to himself, his fist clenching around Treader's leash. After Treader had interrupted their special moment, again, Izzy was just about to pick him up and drop him out of the window, when Axl suggested they could bring him along too. Izzy begrudgingly agreed, remembering that Treader was supposed to be his beloved pet. Clipping the leash onto Treader's collar, Axl enthusiastically bounded out of the door, exclaiming loudly that he wanted to go to the park.

Izzy was trying desperately to keep up with his two companions, both in a rush to reach their destination. Izzy wasn't used to going this fast, in fact, Izzy rarely ever engaged in any physical activity. He was more interested in other things, like playing his brother's guitar. None-the-less, he obediently followed, begging the tortuous pain to stop.

Axl was up ahead, skipping and jumping athletically, his auburn hair floating behind him. He looked beautiful in the sun, and the light caught in his eyes, making them sparkle more than usual. Axl's appealing state almost made up for the stitch that was forming in Izzy's side, as he hurriedly crossed the road and jogged to keep up with the ginger.

Once they had reached the gates of the local park, Izzy stopped and bent over, clutching his side. Panting, he called out to Axl, who was making his way over to the running track. "How the hell do you do it?"

Axl looked back at Izzy and took in the other boy's dishevelled state. His face was red and blotchy, and a sheen of sweat had started to form on his neck. Despite the fact that his hair was sticking out in all directions and his girly frame was trembling, Axl thought he looked quite cute. "Well, if you ran a little more often, you'd get used to it."

Izzy looked at Axl like he'd gone mad, and fell straight down on his back, lying down on the soft grass. "I don't want to get used to it."

Axl chuckled and placed his hands on his hips, walking over to go and sit with Izzy. The other boy simply looked up from the grass and peered at Axl sceptically, wondering what the other boy was doing. "Didn't you wanna go for a run?"

Axl lay down and rolled on top of Izzy, his long red hair creating a curtain around them. Caressing Izzy's chest, Axl leaned in until their noses where touching, diving in for a kiss. But before Axl could show his affection, Izzy leapt up and pushed the other boy off of him.

Axl recoiled in the hurt of rejection and sat back, looking at Izzy with a pained expression. Axl honestly looked like a kicked puppy and Izzy felt guilty, but he couldn't help it, they were in public now. This wasn't like when they were hiding behind the bleachers or walking along the unused pathways that lead to Izzy's house. They were at the park, and everyone could see them.

Axl didn't seem to pick up on Izzy's thoughts, and he actually thought the other boy didn't want to kiss him. Sniffling a little bit, but trying to keep his dignity, Axl pressed the subject. "What's wrong?"

Izzy looked over to his red-haired lover and sighed, not meaning to have hurt the other boys' feelings. "Bill – I love you but, we're in public. People can see us."

A sudden realisation hit Axl and he moved back a few paces, his heart thumping with fear. He couldn't believe that he'd been so careless. What if someone had seen them?
Izzy smiled and patted Axl on the back, oblivious to the rustling in the bushes behind them. Treader was still attached to the leash in Izzy's hands, and he let out a low, rumbling growl. Annoyed, Izzy turned to Treader and swatted the Alsatian on the nose, telling him to be quiet. Treader let out a whimper and curled around, moving to lie down and rest his head in Izzy's lap.

Axl shuffled over a bit to sit next to Izzy and started rubbing Treader's head affectionately, when from behind them, there was a loud shriek and a shock of blonde hair.

Duff shot out of the bushes and leapt onto Axl, grabbing the smaller boy in a headlock. Izzy squealed in freight and Axl wiggled around, coming face to face with his attacker.

Seeing that it was Duff, Axl pinched the boys sides, making the taller boy let go, and jumped up to hug him. Their embrace was warm, but friendly, and Duff grinned at Izzy from behind Axl's hair. "Hey Bill! Who's your friend?"

Izzy looked at Duff with discontent and Treader let out another low growl, only this time, Izzy didn't stop him. Duff's eyes widened and he took a step back, holding his hands up in defence. "Whoa man, take it easy."

Axl turned to see his lover shooting Duff the deadliest look he'd ever seen in his life, and he wrapped an arm around Duff's shoulder, bringing the boy in close. "Hey, he's with me!"

Izzy grumbled and clicked his fingers in front of Treader's face, getting the dog to stop. Duff simply blinked in a ditzy manner and went back to being happy-go-lucky, turning around to look at Axl. "Dude, wanna have another race? I still haven't gotten you back for that last time"

Axl's eyes sparked with competition and he moved over to shake Duffs' hand, nodding determinedly. "You're on"

Duff's face broke out into a sly grin, as he slowly counted to three. But just as he was about to shout "Go", Duff swerved and gave Axl a push, before screaming "You're so it!" and running off in the opposite direction.

Izzy shook his head disapprovingly and looked down to Treader, whispering soft nothings to the dog. Treader gazed forlornly at Izzy as he watched the other two boys run around the park, having a good time.

In truth, Izzy felt sorely let down, and wished he could join in on the fun, but at the same time, he was almost thankful for being left out. He really hated running, and didn't want to have to try to keep up with those two, who were clearly strong, and athletic. That and Duff didn't really seem like the kind of person Izzy would talk to. He looked like a blonde bimbo.

Izzy was shoved out of his thoughts, literally, as he felt Axl push him over and scream "Tag, you're it!". Izzy was already pissed off as it was, and he rubbed his shoulder tenderly, not appreciating the rough treatment. Though Izzy supposed it wasn't all entirely Axl's fault. Duff didn't know they were going out, and if Axl had been gentle and loving towards Izzy, Duff would find out about their relationship.

Scooting up from the grass, Izzy jogged over towards the boys, speeding up to a run once he got within range. He tried as hard as he could, willing his legs to go faster, but it didn't matter. No matter what he did, the two boys were way more athletically developed than he was, and they glided along, easily dodging his hands.

It was fine for a while, but it started to grate on Izzy's nerves. He gritted his teeth as he went after Duff, who stopped to shake his butt at Izzy before laughing and putting on a burst of speed. He got too far away, and Izzy whipped around to see Axl straight behind him, holding his sides with laughter as Duff made funny faces from behind Izzy.

Izzy lurched forwards to grab Axl, but Axl darted backwards, his strong, powerful legs carelessly running backwards like it was the most natural thing. The two boys ran up to each other and stood a few yards away, while Izzy glared at them, trying to catch his breath.

When the two boys weren't looking, Izzy ran forward again, his legs creaking with protest. The two boys' saw Izzy coming, but instead of running away, they simply stood there, biding their time. It was only until Izzy could just taste victory in his mouth that they jogged back, before twirling around and running away, again.

They were completely humiliating Izzy, and the pale boy had never felt so stupid in his life. His face was completely bright red, and it wasn't just from all of the running. The two boys laughed and pointed at him, calling him 'slow' and 'girly'. They wouldn't even run away from him when he came up to them, instead, they would mock him, by waiting patiently and glancing at their watches, before waiting until the last second to dart away.

Izzy jogged around the field, hopelessly trailing after the two boys, who were so far away from him it wasn't funny. He could make out Duff giving Axl a playful shove, and motioning his head towards Izzy. Axl nodded and they both made their way over to Izzy, who had stopped trying altogether.

Duff jogged slightly to side, whereas Axl made his way over to Izzy, head on. Reaching the other boy, Axl called out convincingly. "Hey Izz, You look tired. Tag my hand!"

Izzy breathed out a sigh of relief and put all of his weight into high fiving Axl, thanking the heavens above that his lover had come to save him from his humiliation.

But just as Izzy slammed his hand downwards, Axl's hand was no longer there, instead, the ginger boy had snatched it out of the way at the last minute, causing Izzy's body to lean dangerously forward.

Izzy fell over flat on his face, holding back a cry as his nose painfully impacted on the ground. Duff and Axl could be heard giggling from some distance away, and Izzy felt tears pricking at his eyes. Axl was supposed to love him and hold him, not tease him and hurt him.

He didn't want the other boys to see him crying, so he turned away from them, and painfully got up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He really hated himself, but he couldn't help it as sobs racked his body. He'd always been made fun of in grade school for not being able to run fast, but this was a blow to his self esteem.

He rubbed his face and winced at the pain, but in his heart he knew that wasn't why he was crying. He was crying because he felt betrayed, lost and alone. He was humiliated, and couldn't believe that Axl would even laugh at him for falling over. He couldn't believe that Axl would make him fall over.

Ignoring the shouts of concern coming from Duff and Axl, Izzy walked away, not realising that this wouldn't be the last time he'd leave the two under bad circumstances.
Another chapter! Sorry it's so late, I've been really busy lately! It's getting really close to the end of the story guys!
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