It was Saturday morning. That so-called paradise of a weekend where other teens were able to run wild and free. Terry was one of them a few years ago. At that time, he went wherever he wanted without caring what anyone else thought. A couple of those events got him into trouble. But, he just kept on running wild. Even after his three years in Juvenile Hall.

Terry reached over and pulled the alarm clock plug from the wall socket, and threw it across the room. What a sweet sound. No school, no bad guys, and no... Bruce. For the moment, anyways. He frowned at the surge in his lower abdomen, and groaned. Some masochistic side of Terry missed the sound of his cellphone ringing. He laid on his stomach, and pulled the covers over his dark head.

Terry just slept for more than nine hours. It was more sleep than he got all week. Probably all month. He seriously didn't want to get up. The bed was too warm, he was too comfortable, and he didn't feel like facing the world today. He didn't feel like facing anyone. He especially didn't want to face... *him*.

Sort of.

This was all taking a very odd turn. Yesterday, all he worried about was if he was going to turn in his homework the next day. Right now, all that he thought about was that he was beginning to have a strange crush on his boss. Or, that his boss was having some sort of crush on him.

It was beginning to get obsessive.

He _still_ loved that kiss. That taste. Those hands. It was all such a nice feeling, and he know that he craved more of it. He knew that nothing about this was normal.� Terry felt the same surge go through his lower abdomen and grow stronger. He began rocking against the mattress for the slight pleasantness of it.

That felt better than he thought it would.

Terry cupped the slight bulge through his boxers. He was only half hard, but he thought that he'd be able to ignore it. The dark haired young man just rolled onto his side, closed his eyes, and tried to go back to sleep. His erection began to give off more pressure in his groin.

"Just go down, damn it!" He whispered in frustration. Male teenage horomones was just one of those things that could be both pleasant and annoying.

He gave another groan, and removed the covers off of him. Terry puled down the black boxer shorts down to his thighs, and wrapped his left hand around his swelling manhood. He started sliding it up and down in long, slow strokes, and closed his eyes. Terry quickened the pace when the sensation started to be a tingle from his stomach, to his groin. He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Covered in a thin layer of sweat, he rolled out of bed to clean himself up. Nothing at all was normal about this.

Terry knew that he had to make it clear that he didn't care anymore, and not just to himself.