#clay jensen smut

The Chase

For the past three days, Bryce has been texting Clay a lot. Like A LOT! Over 20 texts a day. Clay didn’t respond to a single one of them. He turned his notifications off and just tried as hard as he could to ignore it. The past three days were really rough for both of them. Neither could pay attention at school. Neither hung out with friends. Neither of them really did anything. They both just really thought about everything.

Then they both received a text around noon while at school.

UNKNOWN: Go straight to Bryce’s house after school. Drive together.

At first, Clay was going to text Bryce to meet up at school to talk about it, but he couldn’t find the nerve to do it. So after school, he went outside and straight to Bryce’s car to wait for him.

“Hey!” Bryce can’t stop smiling as he walks up to his car to see Clay.

“Hey.” Clay sighs, walking into the car and trying hard not to show how excited he actually is to see Bryce.

“So…” Bryce says as they drive away from the school.

“Yeah…” The car ride is more awkward than either of them thought it would be. “How’d you do on that science test?”

“Pretty good. You?”

“Better than I thought.”

“Good.” This type of conversation continues the entire drive to Bryce’s house.

“My parents are still gone so we have the house to ourselves,” Bryce says as they walk up to the front door.

“Good.” Clay is finding it hard to keep to one-word sentences.

“Why do you think they want us alone together?”

“Another video?” Clay finally chimes in.

“Yeah… that would suck…” Bryce would love that.

“Yeah…” Though he would never admit it… Clay would kind of love it as well.

“What do you want to do while we wait?”

“Can I get a drink?”

“Sure.” Bryce walks off to the kitchen.

UNKNOWN: Go to Bryce’s bedroom

Clay sees the text and decides to head up without Bryce. He walks into his room and takes a seat on the bed.

“Here you are.” Bryce walks in with a soda and water bottle. “Why’d you come up here?”

“Oh… um…” Clay realizes the text was only to him.

UNKNOWN: Get Bryce to leave the room for a few minutes

Clay looks down at his phone.

“Is it them?” Bryce asks.

“No. My mom.” Clay thinks for a second while he pretends to text back. “I’m actually a bit hungry… any snacks?” Bryce smiles.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” Bryce leaves.

UNKNOWN: There’s a notebook in his closet underneath a small box. Grab it and put it in your bag. Don’t read it!

Clay does exactly what the text says to do. He finds a small leather notebook and puts it in his bag before sitting back down. He looks around a sees a picture of a young Bryce sitting on a swing. He stares at it. He thinks about how happy and innocent Bryce looks. He was the cutest little kid. But he was alone. He looks around more and all of his photos are of him alone, besides one or two of him with his friends. But none with his parents.

“Hey. Pretzels, chips, or gummies?” Bryce walks in with a ton of snacks in his arms.

“All of the above.” Clay can feel himself lightning up and letting things go a bit but reminds himself to keep a distance.

Bryce drops the snacks on his bed and takes a seat at his desk across from Clay. they just sit there for a minute, waiting for the other person to say something.

Both of their phones ding.

UNKNOWN: Bryce, take out the phone in your backpack

“What phone?” Bryce says as he grabs his backpack and starts looking through the pockets.

“Is that your phone?” Clay asks as Bryce takes out an old iPhone from his bag.

“No.” Just as Bryce is about to hand it to Clay it turns on and vibrates, Bryce dropping it to the floor. “Shit.” Clay laughs and Bryce joins in a little.

“You good?”

“Haha. It just startled me.” They both go down to reach the phone, their hands touching.

The phone suddenly reads three big and bold words… TRUTH OR DARE

“What do we do?” Clay starts to panic. “Bryce?” He looks to Bryce, who is starring at the video on repeat. “Bryce!” Bryce doesn’t respond or move an inch. “Shit!” Clay runs out of the shed and runs around before running back in. “No one’s out there.” He plops down on one of the couches.

Clay sits there, thinking and waiting for Bryce to snap out of it. This goes on for a while.

“We’re missing a lot of class. We’re going to get detention.” Clay says, hoping to snap Bryce out of it.

A couple more minutes pass.

“So…” Clay is now completely calm and ready to go, but Bryce is still frozen.

A couple more minutes pass.

“Shit!” Bryce shouts and drops his phone.

Both of their phones ding. A text message.

UNKNOWN: Send me a pic of u 2 kissing. Or the video goes to the whole school.

“What the fuck?” Bryce shouts.

“This creep is… well, creepy.”

“We can’t do what this creep wants… right?” Bryce turns to Clay.

“No… we can’t.”

“Yeah. We’re both able to come out and deal with this.”

“Yeah. Yeah. We’re adults. We’re mature.”

“But…”

“Yeah?” Clay smiles and turns to Bryce.

“But maybe we just send that pic. Maybe it buys us a little more time to think this over?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Totally. And what’s the harm in a pic of us kissing in the grand scheme of things? He has worse.”

“That’s true. Very true.”

“So, shall we?” Clay opens his camera and they lean in together.

“Tongue or no tongue?” They both laugh.

They lean forward and kiss, Clay taking the picture.

“I’ll send it.” Clay presses send and Bryce’s phone dings.

“Now what? We wait?”

“No. We go back to class. We continue like normal. But we be a bit more discreet. Only behind closed doors. Not at school. Only when we are 100% positive we are alone.” Clay begins panting.

“Okay.” Bryce puts his hands on Clay’s face. “It’s going to be okay.” He kisses him. “I’ll pick you up after school behind the baseball field.”

“Sounds amazing.” Clay sighs and grabs his backpack. “This is going to be a long day isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Clay leaves the shed.

AFTER SCHOOL

“Hey,” Clay says as he enters Bryce’s car in the shaded park area behind the baseball field.

“Hey.” They go to kiss each other but then stop. “Oops.” They both smile and sit back in their seats.

“Any texts?”

“No.”

“Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?”

“Because eventually, it will. Eventually, this person will share that video or we will be forced to come out to everyone.”

“Let’s go to my place. My parents are both gone for the week on business. We can work on the project there, and be completely alone.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

“Why?”

“I was thinking today, after everything, that maybe it would be best to stay away from each other a bit. Give each other some time to think about what our next step is.”

“But shouldn’t we talk about it together. This isn’t something I want to do alone.”

“But it’s something I need to do alone. I need this. And I know it may be hard for you. But please, if you care about me at all… let me leave this car without saying another word.” Bryce sits there, about to say something, but stops himself. “I’ll text you.” Clay leaves the car, leaving Bryce silently sitting in his car.

It’s the next day.

Bryce is feeling good about life. He had a real family-style dinner last night with the guy he likes. He laughed, he smiles, and he genuinely had a great time. And then he had to go home. His parents weren’t home and didn’t text or even care that he wasn’t home until almost midnight on a school night. But part of him didn’t care anymore. He knew that when he went to school the next day that he would get to see Clay again. And that after school they would go back to his place and he would have dinner with his family once again. That made him happy.

Clay, while happy, is a bit scared as well. He’s never been with a guy before, especially not someone so popular and charming. It also didn’t help that he is scared to hell that they will be caught. The memory of his mom opening his door and almost catching them kissing makes Clay’s heart race. He knows that it’s ridiculous to be scared of. He knows his parents would be completely accepting of him. But something in him is terrified about the possibility of his parents or anyone else learning about him.

“Hey.” Clay is snapped out of his daze when he hears Bryce.

“Oh. Hey.” Bryce sits down at the computer next to him.

“What you doing in the library during lunch?”

“Nothing.” Clay is nervous and stares straight at his computer, trying hard to look like he’s not talking to Bryce.

“There’s a barn behind the school that no one knows about. Wanna join me there?”

“I can’t. I’ve got homework to work on.” Clay doesn’t look away from the computer.

“What’s up? Did I do something wrong?” Bryce puts his hand on Clay’s leg.

“Stop.” Clay whispers as he pushes Bryce’s hand away.

“Oh…” Bryce feels hurt and stands up.

“Wait.” Clay immediately feels bad about that and stands up. “Where’s this shed?”

Clay arrives at the shed a couple of minutes after Bryce.

“Wow! What is this place?” Clay is surprised at the couches, tables, and TV in this hidden shed.

“I found it last year. I was going to bring my friends here, but I thought it would be better for the two of us.”

“I’m cool with that.” Clay goes to sit next to Bryce.

“Good.” They lean forward and begin kissing.

Clay runs his hands into Bryce’s hair. Bryce slides a hand onto Clay’s leg. He squeezes the leg. They continue kissing, their tongues slipping into each other. As this continues Clay can feel himself loosen up. His troubles quickly go away. He moves his hands down Bryce’s muscular body. He moves down further until his one hand starts sliding down the back of Bryce’s jeans. He slips his fingers onto Bryce’s crack.

“Oh…” Bryce moans as Clay slowly slides two of his fingers into his hole. “Wow.” Clay starts moving down and kissing Bryce’s neck.

Clay slips another finger in and starts going deeper. Bryce bites his lower lip and looks up to the ceiling. Clay starts sucking on Bryce’s neck like it’s the tastiest lollipop.

“Oh god!” Bryce loses it as Clay shoves another finger in and pushes as deep as he possibly can. “Oh my fuckin’ god!” Bryce is in major pain but is loving every second of it.

“Shh.” Clay whispers to him as he begins his to move his fingers in and of Bryce.

“Fuck!” Bryce begins to shout, but then Clay shoves his hand on top of his mouth, silencing him.

Clay begins to get more aggressive, shoving his fingers in with force and rotating his fingers around.

This continues for a while, almost 20 minutes, until both Clay and Bryce and tired and sweating hard. Clay slides his finger out of Bryce and collapses against the couch.

“Damn!” Bryce shouts as Clay removes his hand off his mouth.

“Yeah…” Clay is a little freaked as he looks at his fingers covered in a little bit of blood and tons of crap.

“Oh…” Bryce begins to laugh.

“Just grab something to clean it off with!” Bryce continues laughing as he stands up.

“Ooooh.” Bryce is a bit sore as he gets up. “Here.” He grabs a towel from his gym bag and throws it to Clay.

“Thanks.” He chuckles.

“So… do you wanna tell me what happened to you in the library earlier?” Bryce sits on the couch across from Clay.

“Wow… no segway into that?”

“No.”

“Ok… Ok… Well…” Clay goes silent.

“It’s because of your mom walking in, isn’t it?”

“Whoa! How’d you know?” Clay leans forward.

“Because that freaked me out. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Past tense?”

“Yeah. I was freaking out until I saw you in the library. Just then I realized I shouldn’t be afraid. That I shouldn’t worry about it until it happens.”

“So… just have fun until this all falls apart?”

“No, until we’re ready. We stay hidden. We stay together. We continue without fearing what may happen. We focus on doing what makes us happy until we figure out our next step”

“Okay.” Clay stands up, Bryce right behind him. “I think I can manage that.”

Right then both Clay and Bryce’s phone’s ding. They both grab their phones and look at them. In that instant, both of their hearts stop. Their bodies freeze as they both watch a video of them kissing, and Clay’s fingers up Bryce’s ass. The video seems to have been taken from one of the shed’s dirty windows. The number it comes from looks to be fake.

“So… what’s our next step?” Clay looks to Bryce.

It’s been a week since Bryce and Clay last spoke. Bryce constantly looked at his phone, impatiently waiting for a text. But there never was one.

As Monday morning hits, Bryce has decided it’s time to cut the loss and move on. He’ll get back to normal and forget everything Clay Jensen. He walks into school with a confident demeanor and multiple friends surrounding him, laughing, and smiling like everything is perfect. That is until his eyes catch Clay standing at his locker, with cast and crutches.

“Hey. Gotta handle some project stuff. See ya in class.” He says to his friends.

“Boo! Nerd!” Monty shouts as they continue walking and Bryce stops at Clay.

“Hey.” Bryce feels his confidence shatter, nervous to say anything.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t text.”

“Oh! No. It’s fine. I didn’t even realize.”

“Oh ok. I was just going to say that my parents took my phone from me ‘cause they wanted me to focus on ‘healing and not on the internet’, as they said. But I guess you don’t care.” Clay closes his locker and starts turning the other direction.

“Hey.” Clay turns back. “I’m sorry.” It physically hurts Bryce to say that. “I was being stupid.” That hurt even more. “I just thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I still haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh… okay… okay.”

“Maybe… just maybe you can drive me home after school today. We do still need to work on our project.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Bryce is getting excited, but quickly calms down and tries to act cool. “I guess that’s fine.”

“You’re weird,” Clay says before turning the other direction. “I’ll meet you out front after school. Don’t make me wait.” Clay walks away with adrenaline rushing through his veins, he feels so confident and cool.

Bryce quickly snaps out of his daze and heads to class.

AFTER SCHOOL

The second Clay steps out of the school doors he sees Bryce in his car waiting. He tries hard not to smile too much, doesn’t want to let Bryce know how happy he is to see him. He gets in the car without either of them saying a word. They drive off. They continue in silence for a while.

“Wanna stop and get some food? Something to drink?” Bryce breaks the silence.

“No. We should just finish the project.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.” Bryce has never felt this awkward and uncomfortable, and has no idea why.

They arrive at Clay’s house. Bryce grabs his and Clay’s backpack.

“You don’t need to carry my bag.” Clay remarks as he gets out of the car.

“I know.” They walk into the house.

“Is that you Clay?” Clay’s mom yells from the other room.

“Yeah!” She walks in.

“Oh… hi!”

“Hey.” Bryce is weirdly nervous. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jensen. I’m Bryce”

“Nice to meet you as well Bryce.”

“We have a project we need to work on.” Clay jumps in. “And it’s going to take a while… so we should get started.” Clay heads to the stairs.

“Oh. Yeah. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

“Thank you,” Bryce says as he follows Clay up the stairs.

“That was weird,” Clay comments as they both enter his room and close the door. “What’s wrong with you?” Clay laughs.

“Honestly… I have no idea.” They both laugh together. “I swear. Ever since I saw you this morning I’ve felt so weird.”

“Some people call that being nervous.”

“I don’t get nervous about anything.” Bryce takes a seat on Clay’s bed.

“Really?” Clay sits down next to Bryce on the bed, very close.

“I’m… I’m…” Bryce stammers.

“You’re what?” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

“That’s not funny.” Bryce licks his lips.

“It is.” Clay laughs and stands up, moving over to his desk chair.

“Let’s get to work.” Bryce chimes in, opening his backpack.

For the next two hours Bryce and Clay work on their project. They work on it in sync, with only a few times stopping to make intense eye contact.

“You’re smarter than you let on, you know,” Clay says randomly.

“Um… thanks…”

“I mean it in a good way. You always just act like a privileged jock who doesn’t need to be smart. But you are.”

“I feel like I was just complimented and insulted at the same time.”

“You are smart.” They both laugh.

“You’re not as awkward and weird as you let on either.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“Yeah. You’re actually pretty confident once you open up. And you’re kinda cool.”

“That’s high praise coming from the Bryce Walker.”

“ The Bryce Walker?”

“You know what I mean. You’re the it kid at school. You basically run it.”

“I guess… but it’s not exactly what people think it is.”

“How do you mean?” Clay drops his pencil, getting intrigued.

“Everyone’s always looking at me. They always expect me to be one way. They expect me to do certain things and say certain things. They expect me to be the exact same every day. And some days… some days I want to be different. I want to be someone other than the Bryce Walker.”

“Wow. That’s deep.” They both laugh a little. “But seriously. You can be whoever you want. You shouldn’t care what everyone at school thinks.”

“It’s not just the kids at school. It’s my parents.”

“Screw them.”

“Jensen!” Bryce is shocked by Clay.

“I just mean that…” Clay stops, thinking of what to say. “Think about it this way… When you turn 18 you are officially an adult and can do whatever you want. You’re on your own for the rest of your life. They’re only in charge of you for 18 years of your entire life. And you’ve got a long life to live. Why care about what they think about you? Do you think they care what you think about them?”

“Wow. Very wise Clay Jensen.”

“I try.” They laugh and then right then Bryce moves over and kisses Clay.

They continue kissing for a minute, their lips connecting like puzzle pieces, meant to be connected. Everything in this moment is perfect. Both of them are happy. Both of them are comfortable. Both of them want this to last forever. Then Clay’s bedroom door opens and the two separate as quickly as they possibly can.

“How’s the project going?” Clay’s mom appears.

“Great!” Clay smiles a ridiculously large smile.

“Great.” His mom looks a little confused. “Did you want to stay for dinner Bryce? I’m making lasagna.”

“That would be great. Thank you.”

“Great. Good luck you guys.” She closes the door, leaving.

“Did she see anything?” Clay whispers after hearing his mom walk down the stairs.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh my god!” Clay slams his head down to the desk.

“What happened to not caring what your parents think of you?” Clay looks up at Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“Don’t make me slap you.” Clay sits up.

“Please do,” Bryce smirks and they both begin to laugh.

“When did you lose your virginity?”

“First blowjob when I was 8. First time actual sex was 12.” Bryce is trying not to smirk while he says that.

“Wow… with who?”

“Blowjob was from Monty. Sex was with Amber Henderson.”

“Amber Henderson? That girl who was sent to boarding school a couple years ago?”

“That’s the one.” They both laugh.

“What do you masturbate to?”

“Either gay porn or pictures of certain people.”

“Like who?”

“Honestly, Tony Padilla. His hair is amazing!” It is silent for a second before they both begin laughing. “And more recently I’ve been looking at pictures of… you…”

“Oh…”

“You’re blushing a little.” Clay is holding back a smile.

“Well, next question. Have you ever been in love?”

“No.”

“Have you ever really liked someone before?”

“Yes.”

“Not including me?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“He. And his name was Michael.”

“Tell me about him.”

“We were very close friends throughout elementary and middle school. It was always Justin, Michael and I. We were always hanging out together. We did everything together. But Michael and I were closer in ways Justin and I weren’t. We talked, a lot. And we talked about some very deep things. We told each other secrets we had never shared with anyone. We never had any secrets… that is besides my big crush on him. I thought the world of him. I knew I trusted him more than anyone else. I knew I could spend the rest of my life talking to him.” Bryce gets silent.

“Then what happened? Where is he now?”

“I believe he lives in Virginia now.”

“Virginia?”

“When we got to middle school I was ready to finally lose my virginity. I couldn’t wait anymore. But I didn’t want it to happen with Monty. I wanted it to be meaningful. So one night, Michael was staying over at my house.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” Bryce runs his hands through his hair. “We were sitting in my bed watching a movie when I leaned over and kissed him. I thought he would respond differently than he did. He pushed me back, jumped out of the bed and immediately left. I tried texting and calling him, but he had already blocked my number. By monday when I arrived at school, Justin told me that Michael and his family had moved to Texas.”

“What? How’d that happen?”

“His dad had apparently gotten a job offer weeks before, but Michael had begged his parents to not move, so they pushed it back. And I guess… I guess that night Michael went home and said he was ready to move. ‘Cause they did. When I went to his house after school that day it was cleaned out.”

“Wow…” Clay doesn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing he could think of.

“It’s fine. I moved on. I’m better for it.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like it doesn’t matter? Like things don’t hurt you?”

“I don’t…”

“Remember, you told me you would tell me the complete truth.”

“Fine. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I really liked Michael and I thought he did to. When he left like that I told myself I would never feel that way again. So I had sex with Amber Henderson. It was meaningless and actually quite boring. Is that what you wanted to hear? Did you really want to hear about my dysfunctional life?”

“Yes. Yes I did.” Clay reaches over and grabs Bryce’s hand. “How about we continue this another time?”

“It’s fine. If you don’t want to talk to me again just tell me straight up.” Bryce stands up, moving his hand away.

“No. I mean that maybe we should meet up once I’m out of the hospital, and talk some more. Maybe someplace more private.”

“Oh…” Bryce feels embarrassed.

“Yeah Bryce Walker, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” They both laugh. “Now head out, visiting hour ends soon.”

“Fine.” Bryce grabs a napkin off the table and pulls a pen from his pocket, then writes his number down. “But text me if you get bored.”

“Maybe.”