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S1E5
After a restless night with his loud neighbor Jackie and thoughts of his dissolving partnership with Neal, he felt dead tired as he sat in the forest waiting for Gamby. His mind felt cloudy from trying to recover from the whiplash of emotions, he wanted the day to end. Frustration, anger, jealousy, and betrayal filled his heart when he saw Abbott’s name on Neal's phone. He tried to let his thoughts calm down since he didn't want to be blinded with rage. He knew he could ruin her life, but he took a drag of his cigarette to sedate those feelings. Why did it affect him so much? Lee asked himself but he didn’t know the answer. He sighed and felt his heart race after hearing the faint snap of twigs in the distance.
“This goddamn woman, How dare her, try to make me feel like I gotta be self-conscious about my fucking record. I was looking at her and thinking ‘You know what Lee Russell would do right now? I bet you money Lee Russell would just haul back and just smack the fuck out of her face.’ And you know what? I almost did it.” Gamby did a slap motion with the biggest grin on his face. Neal thought maybe if he buttered up Lee it could fix their relationship. The kiss was on his mind and he regretted what he said that night. He tried to salvage whatever pieces were left of their little romance but felt it was useless.
“Are you serious right now?” All the soul of Lee was gone in those words. His voice was soft and full of defeat, he was a husk of the person Gamby was talking about just now. He sat alone on the rock holding his lit cigarette between his fingers, letting the ash drop on the leaves.
“I couldn’t believe it either! Done with her shit!” Gamby did notice the other man’s behavior but tried his best to get Lee to take the bait of bitching on Dr.Brown.
“You’re complaining about Belinda Brown being mean to you?” His voice was strained trying to keep in all his emotions about the previous nights. The kiss, dealing with Jackie, and on top of it all Gamby was fucking everyone in school but him.
“Prr-Yeah. I’m just so sick of it.” Gamby couldn’t look Lee in the face, he looked everywhere but his direction, and the other vice principal took notice. He flicked his lit cigarette at the other man and stood up.
“Ow! Russell, what the-” Gamby wiped his cream colored button up shirt.
“You did this, you fucking piece of shit!” He walked up to Neal and pointed his finger at him. He was pissed off that here comes Gamby and he’s talking about Belinda and not the fact they just made out while on LSD? He couldn’t believe that he had feelings for the other man. He balled up his fists and didn't want to hold back his words.
“We had her dead to rights, on the fucking ropes and you just pussied out!” Russell got up in Neals's face using his hands to express his frustration.
“We should’ve taken her out when we had the chance, and now we’re worse off than when we started, Gamby.” Neal looked out to the forest and returned to Lee trying to keep his mouth shut not to say anything regretful.
“Where’s my fucking cigarette!” Russell bent down to retrieve his still-burning smoke puffing the filter to relight the smothered end.
“Well, I think that’s an unfair assessment of the situation. If you ask me, I, you know, it’s a mild success.” Gamby couldn’t even string a conversation.
“You know, I have- I have a lot of dark shit going on in my life right now, Gamby, and I could really use a…” He paused. What did he need in this troubling time? A partner, a friend, or both?
“And you don’t even fucking care!” Russell gave up on what he needed.
“Yes I do, Russell.” Gamby couldn’t even look him in the eye. He did care but didn’t know what he felt towards Lee. but it felt right to say--
“We’re partners.”
Just like that all of Russell’s feelings were pulled from his heart. Gamby doesn’t understand what he’s going through or doesn't even acknowledge his feelings towards him. He felt heartbroken. This man who he once had feelings for and kissed last night doesn’t even show a shred of interest in his depression. Only on becoming Principal, how selfish.
“No, we’re not. We’re not partners. Fuck this partnership. I’m gonna get me a new partner. Someone who will actually help me get things done. Someone who’s not a fucking little pussy and someone who isn't ashamed to fuck me!” Lee put his hands on his thin hips and puffed up his chest.
“A fucking little pussy?” Gamby butt into his monolong.
“A hairy, mustached pussy!” Lee exclaimed trying to keep it together.
“That’s what you think I am? I burned her whole goddamn house down.” Neal confidently said as he approached the other man.
“No, you didn’t! I set that fire and you ran! You’re just a fat-ass narcissistic, selfish fucking oaf is what you are! With a stupid fucking haircut and ears! Who cums in under 5 minutes!" He exclaimed spitting venom.
“Stop! That’s enough!” Gamby pushed Lee away from his personal space.
“Don’t touch me!” Lee cried.
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“Don’t you just sit there and insult me! I’m sick and tired of you always railing on me.” Gamby was pissed, he couldn’t stop what was coming out of his mouth. Lee watched in shock and frustration as his once-partner yelled at him. The two bickered at each other saying they were done but neither one left. The two tried to get the last word and claim the victor, but the insults ranged on. Lee threw his cigarette to the ground and blew smoke through his nostrils. The two were seconds away from physically fighting but Lee made the first move. After the back and forths, Russell stormed away holding up his middle finger, and marched through the dull pathway they’d made. His arms crossed over his chest as he pushed past the shrubs.
“Fuck you! You’re dead! I’ll see you in fucking hell…someday!” He finished successfully leaving the forest without crying in front of Gamby.
“Keep walking, sassy pants!” Gamby quietly yelled out hoping his voice would carry, but he knew his insults weren’t as good as Lee’s. He scoffed at the loss and yelled out one last warning.
“Fine, Russell! Leave! You bitch! You dumb bitch!” His words settled and saw that Lee was out of sight and not returning. Reaching for his radio he paged over their channel.
“Russell, do you have your-your walkie on? Come back…Russell, come back man…Look, we can just -let’s just talk about it real quick. Maybe things got out of hand there for a second.” He pleaded trying to fix what just happened regretting that his only friend walked away. He crumbled to the ground wanting to cry but couldn’t because he was still on the clock. His eyes wandered the patterns of the decaying foliage on the ground and found Lee’s smothered cigarette. He picked up the smoke and brought the cigarette to his lips, tasting the familiar taste of Lee’s breath. He sucked on the filter to sigh in disappointment that it was out. He flicked it into an unknown area and pulled himself together.
…
The next day the bell dismissed all of the school Gamby had to prepare for bus deuty. He waved all the leaving buses and cross students in the crosswalk area. That’s when he heard a familiar cackle in the distance, his heart ached from jealousy and loneliness. He turned to see Russell and Seychelles skipping together on their way to the parking lot. Of course, Lee was the first to speak and acted like he was better off without him. Neal felt hurt but had to stay strong and act like nothing happened. The two spoke like broken-up teenagers and scoffed at each other, both felt hurt as they walked away.
The next following day during school lunch Gamby lost his appetite seeing Seychelles and Russell acting like best friends. He chewed on his toothpick trying to keep the urge to march up there and yell at Lee to end this stupidity. He knew what Lee was doing, trying to make himself look like he’d moved on. He examined his neck to see if there were any hickeys and to Gamby's relief none. But there was a slight bruise on his temple. Looked as if he got struck, but no way. Gamby shook his head and brushed it off as nothing. As he continued to chew on the piece of wood he heard Dayshaun interrupt his monolog on their haircuts. He scoffed at their distant laughing and it was as if clockwork, he saw Lee’s devilish hazel brown eye flash at him satisfied. Dayshaun did a double take at the two.
“Let me ask you a question, man. Be honest with me alright.” He said.
“Yeah okay, go for it.” Gamby took out his toothpick to answer him.
“Are you fucking Mr. Russell?” He asked in a serious tone. Gamby was caught off guard at the question.
“Am I what-ing Mr.Russell?” He was offended that Dayshaun asked but disappointed that he wished that was true.
“I’m not here to judge you about having gay sex, man. I’m just saying, you make a cute fucking couple.” He admitted to Gamby firmly believing in his judgment. “Plus y’all go off in the woods together all the damn time.” Dayshaun shrugged and continued to clean up the student's trash. Gamby felt his heart flutter for a beat but then remembered that Lee would never be in a relationship since he fucked it up. He scoffed to himself and placed his toothpick back into his mouth.
“First of all, I am not G, Dayshaun. Second of all, I never go off into the goddamn woods. Everyone knows that about me.” Neal rolled the toothpick around his mouth and stared at Lee.
“I saw you take your happy ass off in them woods yesterday.” Dayshaun objected.
“Okay, well, fine. I went into the woods yesterday. I forgot about that. That was the only time I’ve been. And Russell wasn’t there, I was out there by myself.” Dayshaun tried to get a word in that sentence but Gamby kept speaking over him. But once Gamby placed the toothpick back between his teeth. The other man found an opportunity to chime in.
“Well, no wonder you’re sad, man. You’re just heartbroken.”
“Mind your own fucking business, Dayshaun. Get the trash and get out of here right now. Stop accusing me of fucking men in the woods.” He spitted venom and pointed at the rubbish.
“Hang in there Mr. Gamby.” Dayshaun walked away disappointed that the two men weren’t a couple.
“You’re an idiot Dayshaun, I’d never fuck that man.” Gamby was heartbroken that he didn’t fuck him to the level he wished they could have done under those bleachers a week ago. He released a deep sad sigh and left the cafeteria to the distant giggles of Russell in the background.
…
Damnit, fuck that skinny bastard . Gamby thought as he locked himself in the janitor's closet with his master key on his lantern. He firmly twisted the handle to make sure no one would walk in. He hid behind a stack of boxed paper towels and russled with his leather belt. He zipped down his fly and spat into his palm. He grabbed his semi-flaccid cock and quickly brought himself up to full erection. He closed his eyes trying his best to ignore his surroundings. He needed to get these fucked up feelings off his mind. He first thought of Ms. Abbott since this was the same spot she blew him, but he grew disgusted. He shook his head and envisioned Ms. Snodgrass but didn’t get far. He grew frustrated and tried to think of something else, he thought about the tightness of a woman, but it didn’t work. He groaned out and almost contemplated giving up. He slammed his fist against the wall and looked down at his twitching dick. He sighed and leaned back against the wall getting as comfortable as possible. He closed his eyes again and took deep breaths trying to use his imagination to muster up the image of Lee. He concentrated on that kiss that happened under the bleachers. He needed to relive that moment and envision what could have happened if Abbott didn’t call him.
( ( ( l ) ) )
Gamby looked up to see Lee peeling off his soaked vest and untying his dress tie. He tossed them neatly on some old football equipment. Lee straddled Gamby’s thighs and hovered in front of the sitting man. He started to unbutton his shirt but Gamby’s fingers met him on the buttons. Russell looked at the other man and saw Gamby's eyes staring back at him. Neal began to finish unbuttoning the dress shirt Lee was in and peeled off the soaked shirt.
“Shit Gamby, hurry up and fuck me.” Russell said as he started to work on unbuckling his belt. Gamby grabbed Lee’s thin wrists and pulled them behind his back.
“The fuck?” Russell exclaimed. Gamby reached for his necktie which wasn’t a clip today and pulled it loose. He threaded Lee’s hands together and tied them snugly.
“Kinky Neal?’” Lee gave a nervous laugh and tried to break from the restraint, but found it was impossible. The smug smile disappeared from his face. Gamby grabbed Lee from his hips and shoved him down onto his thighs, the two were now sitting facing each other.
“Shut up, Lee” Gamby was finally able to do what he wanted, take control over Russell. He started to kiss and lick along Russell’s exposed neck, he bit softly on his pronounced collarbone. Forever Lee’s collared dress shirts kept his neck hidden but not now. Neal kissed every surface of pale skin he could find. He wrapped his arm around the small of Russell’s back and pulled him closer. The restrained man moaned out feeling his cock strained against his wet skinny jeans. His body tensed up whenever he felt Gamby’s tongue dip into the creases of his body. His collarbone, his muscle definition, and the curve of his peck all made his body respond, especially his nipples.
“Grk! G-Gamby please end this teasing.” He looked down at his coworker, his face fully blushed, pupils still blown, sweat on his brow and his groans turned into whimpers. Neal didn’t listen, he mouthed Lee’s sensitive nipple and slightly nibbled on the delicate skin. Russell arched his back as he felt shockwaves run up and along his sides, his hands flexed around the necktie. The older man cursed under his breath as Gamby’s tongue returned to his neck. He moaned out letting his body relax in the care of the man beneath him.
“Relax Lee.” He kissed him again on the lips, tender and soft, so much love went into the kiss. Hazel brown eyes stared down at him. He trusted him. Gamby’s hands made their way to Neal’s belt buckle finally. He could practically see the outline of Lee’s erection through his jeans. He undid the final prongs and let the belt rest on Lee’s spread open thighs. Thick fingers found the invisible zipper of the man’s pants and unzipped downward drinking in the sight in front of Gamby. Russell started to breathe heavily. Gamby pulled down Russell’s patterned boxers. Finally, he was able to see what Gamby imagined Lee's cock looked like. He untucked his erection fully freeing him from the imprisonment of his pants.
(( Gamby in the closet jerked himself hard to the anticipation of his imagination, he hoped that maybe Lee would like to be tied up just like in his vision. He moaned quietly trying to keep his voice down and shoved his tie in his mouth trying to stunt any sounds. His dick was angry red from the nonstop pumps and oversensitivity. He muffled his moans out.))
“Fuck.” Gamby said under his breath, he pictured Russell to be long but not girthy, just slim much like his build. The tip of his cock was glistening with a bead of precum from the midnight moonlight.
“Last chance to back out, Gamby.” Lee said giving him a smug cheeky smile, trying to break the unbearable silence between the two. He hallowed his cheeks, still trying to keep dominance. Neal smirked at Lee, even tied up with his cock out he still tried to be pushy. The younger man spit into his palm and brought it up to Russell’s face, waiting for him to do the same. Lee obliged and spit into the man’s palm making it extra lubricated.
“Now I own you.” Gamby said as he wrapped his hand around Russell’s neglected weeping cock. The restrained man groaned out at the pure wet sensation, the wetness, the tight grip Neal held as he jerked him off. It was all too perfect. He moaned out and leaned his head forward onto Gamby’s shoulder. Lee kissed Gamby's neck as he moaned out against his sweaty skin. He looked down to see Gamby’s massive hands stroking him off, the pace and the tightness were perfect for Lee. He thrust up into Neal’s fist and tried to fuck his palm but was released. He groaned out in disappointment.
((Fuck, Gamby thought as he grew closer to his orgasm as he jerked himself to this scenario. ))
“Turn around” commanded Neal.
He didn’t have to be told twice, the restrained man stood up and turned around sitting back down on Gamby’s thighs. His back was fully flushed with Gamby’s broad chest. His ass could feel how hard Gamby was under him. He leaned his head back onto his shoulder and kissed Neal’s neck to say he was ready.
“Good boy.” He rewarded returning his hand to Lee’s throbbing cock. It twitched from the warm touch of Gamby’s hand and leaked more precum. Lee moaned out feeling his orgasm creeping up, he wanted to cum. He cursed out with each stroke he was rewarded. Gamby spit into his palm again and rolled his thumb over the bead of precum. Lee’s hips thrust again involuntarily at the returning wetness.
((Shit. H e felt his orgasm coming quickly.))
Lee looked down and saw the smooth movements that Neal did to him. He arched his back again this time feeling his orgasm on the cusp of breaking.
(( Dammit he wasn’t going to last.))
“Are you going to cum all over yourself?” The younger man teased by biting the shell of Lee’s ear. Russell squirmed on Gamby’s lap, he was so close.
“Y-yes Gamby.” He moaned feeling shivers ripple throughout his skin, his body twitched with delight and glistened with sweat from the moonlight. His breathing turned into loud gasps for air as he felt close to the edge.
“Gamby? That’s Mr. Gamby to you.” He rolled his thumb over the overstimulated gland of Lee’s cock. It grew over-sensitive.
“Yes! Mr. Gamby!” He screeched. He fought the restraints but couldn’t break free from them.
“Good, you may cum.” Thick hands made quick work of jerking him off quickly, he squeezed closer to the base and kept a fast smooth pace. He rolled his balls in his other hand and proceeded to suck a hickey along Lee’s collarbone. The man groaned out in ecstasy as he felt his orgasm wash over his whole body. His muscles twitched and his cock shot cum all over his pale chest. He gasped for air after the overpowering sensation finally died off. He collapsed against Gamby’s body and exhaled.
( ( ( l ) ) )
Jesus Christ, Gamby thought as he awoke from his daydream with his leaking cock in hand. He removed the tie from his mouth and did the best of his ability to clean up around him in the janitor's closet. He shakily stumbled out of the room and checked to make sure no one was around to witness this. He needed to tell Lee how he felt and that this Seychelles bullshit needs to end.