Chapter 6

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brAD

I finally manage to pry myself away from Luke’s body.

That overwhelming desire, which felt like it was splitting my soul in two, has let up, and for the first time since I approached him, I can think clearly.

I take deep breaths as I recover from the frenzied workout we just shared.

I wish I’d been strong enough to resist him. But as I intuited his desires, felt his every sexual wish, I found myself totally submissive to them. In that moment, Luke was my master, and I his humble servant, dedicated to his pleasure. As I tasted his skin, felt his hard girth, all I could think was, Do what you want to me. I’m all yours, Luke Waters.

“This isn’t good,” I say now that I can appreciate just how out of my mind he made me.

“That wasn’t good for you?” Luke asks, sounding skeptical as his brows tug closer together.

I shoot him a dirty look. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”

He only jerked me off and I blew him, but it was more exciting, more fulfilling, than any fuck I’ve ever had. I’m still reeling, my body surging with relief from caving to the urges he’s stirred since that first pickup game.

I fasten my fly, and Luke does the same, but I notice he’s not trying to wipe me off him. He’s still stained with my cum, and I love that just as much as I love the taste that lingers on my tongue.

Fuck this guy for what he’s doing to me.

I’m about to restart my interrogation when he spits out, “Why are you doing this to me?”

The hell?

“What kind of gaslighting bullshit is this? You’re the one fucking with us .”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Liar!” His denial evokes an impassioned response that isn’t just feral lust and desire. I start toward him with the same intensity as when I had the blade to his throat.

Not that I would have used it. I wanted to intimidate him into revealing his wicked plan. Being that close to his body, feeling the heat he gives off, taking in his scent, I don’t know that I even have it in me to harm anything that brings my body so much pleasure.

“What did you do to Cody, asshole?” I press.

“What did he do to me?” He moves ever closer, his hands clenched at his sides.

I’m worried all that desire is about to hit me again, but I’m relieved to discover our jerk-off and BJ session quieted those impulses, at least temporarily.

“He was in my fucking head, wasn’t he?” Luke says. “I wasn’t imagining that.”

“Like you don’t already know,” I snarl. Don’t even know where the hell that came from. Like with most things that involve Luke Waters, seems safe to blame him for the primal responses he activates in me.

“Why bring me out here if you’re gonna continue being evasive?”

“Why did you come to St. Lawrence, Luke?”

He looks stunned. “St. Lawrence has one of the best English departments in the country, and I’m an English major.”

“Bullshit.”

His face scrunches up. “They’re ranked third in the US, between Harvard and Yale.”

“I meant that’s a bullshit reason. There’s another one.”

His gaze wanders, and he bites his bottom lip. “My dad went here, okay?”

“I already know that. We did a background check before you came here. And I don’t give a fuck what you tell most people about why you came here. Why did you really come here? What are you trying to do to us?”

His head jerks back, his eyes widening. “You guys are the ones fucking with me. Seth that day on the field. Cody bringing up all that horrible shit from my childhood. And then you…you…look what you just made me do.”

He might as well have slapped me. “ Made you do? ”

“I told you: I’m straight.”

“You think you’re the first guy who’s ever told me that?” Although I must admit, when he said it, that made messing around even hotter.

“I’ve known I’m straight as well as I’ve known anything about myself, but suddenly I come here, and I…” He glances at the house, lowering his voice when he turns back to me. “You’re doing something with my head like your friends did. Like when Seth made me back down from fighting you. Is that your game? You find straight guys and make them hard for you? I hope you know what that makes you: a fucking sexual predator.”

It’s a sobering accusation, and his scowl appears sincere. In case there is any truth to what he’s saying, I quickly defend myself. “I don’t have the ability to make anyone attracted to me. My power makes people’s desire for me stronger, but it must already be present. So yeah, I’ve helped a few bi and gay guys figure their shit out, but I’m not coercing people to fuck them against their will, so don’t put this on me.”

He’s still eyeing me suspiciously, like he doesn’t buy it. If this is an act, he’s damn convincing.

What am I saying? It has to be a fucking act!

“You just said your power. So you admit you guys are fucking around with… God, this is so fucking dumb, I don’t even want to say it.”

I chuckle because some days I find it hard to admit to myself.

“Magic.” He says the word through his teeth, softly, like he’s embarrassed. Reminds me of how Seth, Cody, and I felt after we stumbled across this stuff.

“Like you don’t already know that.”

“I didn’t know it until you guys started bullying me. And you guys weren’t exactly subtle.”

“That was the point. And now that you know our secret, it’s time to cop to yours. Where did you learn how to use your powers?”

“I don’t have powers, Brad.”

His continued denial makes my rage flare up again. “Shut your lying mouth. You know how long it’s taken us to get to where we are? We found out about this shit last year, and we’ve been training ever since. Enough to know not only that you have powers, but that you must’ve been training for even longer.” It’s the reason I became so suspicious of him after what he did to Cody. The reason I was convinced what he was doing must’ve been intentional.

“Are you messing with me?” he asks.

“What you did to Cody. You got another explanation for that? Because I’d love to hear it.” Real eager to hear how he tries to weasel his way around that.

“I just resisted what he was doing to me.”

“Yeah, and he’s been having the biggest fucking panic attacks since that day. He still can’t get out of bed.”

“I didn’t do that, but you expect me to feel bad for him after what he brought up in me?”

I ball my hands into fists. I want to beat the shit out of him until he confesses, but I can feel those familiar sensations rising. Making my dick shift in my pants.

“Stop,” I tell him.

“I told you—”

“I’m not talking about Cody.” I take his hand and press it against my crotch, running it along the zipper so he can feel my girth. “You’re doing this to me.”

He grips my jeans and strokes, not like he’s assessing it, but like he’s playing with it again.

Pissed as I am with him right now, I fear this power he has over me. That all he has to do is ratchet it up enough and, like with that jerk-off session, he’ll be free to make me do whatever the hell he wants.

He releases me, grabs my hand, and puts it on his crotch. “And what’s this? Am I doing this to me too?” It’s like he’s got a stone in there.

“When I use my power on guys, it affects me too,” I say. “I assume it works the same for you.”

“Brad, I don’t know how you got accepted to St. Lawrence if you can’t get it around your thick skull that whatever’s happening right now is clearly from whatever shit you and your friends are messing around with.”

I take a few controlled breaths. I hate that he could have a point. It’s not like we’re experts in this. Although, what if this is just the part of me who wants to fuck around with him getting me to let my guard down?

Whatever it is, I can hear him out and reserve my judgment. What other choice do I have?

“Take me to the other guys,” he says.

“Seth will fucking lose his mind right now. He’s so on edge about Cody. We both are. Cody’s very sensitive.”

“Didn’t seem all that sensitive when he was coming for me, weaponizing one of the hardest days of my life,” Luke spits out.

I growl. “Since you’re new around here, a little advice: don’t fuck with Cody, or you’re gonna get the wrath of the Sinners.”

“The Sinners? Is that what you guys call yourselves?”

I nod. “Yeah. Cody’s a good guy, and he was only doing what we had to do to scare you off.”

“So that’s your game plan? Getting rid of me? Fucking knew it.”

He looks relieved to have some answers, and I wish I could enjoy the same catharsis.

“Why?” he presses.

“Because you being at St. Lawrence means some fucked-up shit is gonna happen.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“If you really are encountering this shit for the first time, then I’d think you’d throw out the window what you know about what’s possible and start from scratch.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll start from scratch if you’ll start from scratch too and stop assuming you know what I’m thinking or doing here.”

He reaches his hand out for a shake, and I eye it. “We both know me touching you more isn’t gonna lead to anything good.”

My gaze shifts to his lips.

And already I feel the impulse to lurch forward and take them.

He gulps, his Adam’s apple shifting in a way that has another rush of energy sweeping through me.

Despite how distracting Straight Boy can be, I force myself to focus on the reason why I’m out here.

“Tomorrow,” I say. “Meet me at the old church in the woods at eight. I’m not sure Cody will have the strength, but Seth and I will be there. A truce until then. And since shaking’s a crap idea for you and me, let’s just say you having my cum on you and me having yours in me will satisfy that requirement. Instead of with blood…a cum oath. Deal?”

He considers this before nodding. “Deal.”

As soon as he says the word, I feel the impulse to move in for a lick…or a kiss… God, he has kissable lips.

Instead, I ball my hands into fists, and without another word, head back to the house.

There’s a sting to walking away from him, but if I’d stuck around much longer, my body would’ve demanded another release.

And if we start something again, I’m not sure I’ll be satisfied with jerking off or a quick blowjob.

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