Chapter 23 #2
Julian doesn’t argue with that, and I grin as I lead him towards an empty stairwell and rush down the stairs with him close behind.
Surprisingly docile, Julian lets me take him all the way to the bottom floor, which is mostly reserved for cleaning supplies, broken chairs, and whatnot, but it’s also home to my private getaway.
At the end of the hall, I push the old door open and gesture for him to head in first. He frowns but saunters into the forgotten classroom that I’d spruced up when I first found it. It’s small, with a single back window, and just enough room for the chairs and tables lined up inside.
“Found it during my first week in this place,” I tell Julian as he sets his bag down on one of the tables. “I cleaned it up, and now this is where I come for naps.”
“Of course it is,” Julian replies with a look over his shoulder that makes the hairs on my arms stand tall. His eyes are heavy, flirtatious without even meaning to be.
“Anyway, it’s your study spot,” I offer, clearing my throat. “Much better than the library, right?”
Julian hums, too stubborn for anything else, but he unpacks his bag wordlessly and settles in. I smile as I sink into the chair behind what would’ve been the teacher’s desk.
“Got a book I can read?” I ask before he gets too deep in his work and forgets everything else, me included. He looks up at me with a raised brow, and I scowl at him behind my shades. “Yes or no, Jewels?”
Freeing a book from his bottomless pit of a bag, he holds out the thick novel he’d had his nose in since the start of the week.
He barely acknowledges my thanks before he delves straight into work, doing whatever it was that made coming to school so important to him, and I do my part by keeping quiet.
I skim through the synopsis, surprised at the trolls-and-elves adventure. I always pegged Julian as a biographies-before-bed type, but apparently my mate has a whimsical side to him.
I begin from the first page while he works. It’s peaceful in a way that not many things are. No pack duties, no parents, no bullshit. In this secret escape, time flies by with just Jewels and me, and before I know it, I’m turning the page onto chapter two.
It’s then I notice it—that familiar weight. I glance up, meeting Julian’s gaze before he quickly directs it back at his book.
“Everything okay, Jewels?”
“All good,” he says, eyes locked on the worksheet in front of him. “I was just making sure you’re actually reading.”
“Asshole,” I shoot back, and he smirks to himself as his pen scribbles along.
I should go back to my book, but I can’t quite tear my eyes off him.
This happens a lot—me staring like I’ve lost my mind, caught until I memorise every detail of him.
The way his long fingers drag his pen across the page, and the way he frowns beneath the strands that fall over the left side of his face.
The way he taps his pen against his lips when he’s stuck, then bites that same lip when the answer comes and he hastily writes it down.
I watch how he mindlessly plays with his hair from time to time, the way he mumbles “stupid biology” whenever he fails to figure out a question, and the way he smiles quietly to himself when he does.
I watch until I’m lost in him—in everything about him that makes him so fucking adorable—and only force my eyes away when I feel my blood rushing south. Shit.
I’d brought Julian here with good intentions, to let him study as much as his little nerd-heart desired. I couldn’t sport a boner just ‘cause everything he did turned me on these days.
I’d long since concluded that Julian was cute as hell when he felt safe enough to relax, and that he was sexy as sin when he was nervous.
But it was getting harder these days to keep functioning like usual when he walked around as a living, breathing, manifestation of temptation, without the slightest clue in the world.
Down boy. Down, I tell my dick when it tries to do the opposite. Focus on the trolls.
I try my best, I really do, but when I glance up at Julian and find him looking my way too, my dick jumps in my jeans. He looks away first, playing the perfect student, but I see the way he frowns down at his paper.
Concern muddles my arousal. I shut the book and slide it onto the table. “You okay, Jewels?”
He glances at me, allowing me a glimpse of his anxious eyes and warming face before he ducks again. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little off,” he whispers.
I’m already on my feet. His eyes bulge in their sockets as I close the space between us. “I’m fine, Aiden. Seriously.”
I ignore him, pressing my hand to his forehead. It’s warm. Too warm? I’m not a medic or a healer, I honestly don’t know how warm is too warm.
“Can you not?” Julian grumbles, swatting my hand away, trying to shift closer to the desk. “I’m working.”
He plasters himself to the thing like it’s a vital organ, and I frown, confused, until I sniff and—arousal. Not mine. His. Oh. I quietly pack my concern away into a neat box and shove it into a corner at the back of my mind. Then I grip his chair and pull it back.
“Aiden!” Julian yelps, folding himself in half to hide the hard-on straining against his trousers, but I saw it.
“Ignore that,” he hisses, face red as can be. Too damn cute. “I don’t know why I’m … just ignore it. It’ll go away.”
“I fucking hope not.” I bury my nose in the crook of his neck. “You smell so fucking good, Jewels.”
His pulse flutters against my lips as I kiss his skin, right over his pulse point. He groans, trying to inch himself away.
“I’m sorry,” he grumbles, but I have no idea why he’s apologising or trying to stop this. “I-I don’t know why I reacted like that—”
I catch his wrist and press his hand against my cock before he can finish. His breath hitches and my cock bucks against his fingers.
“That’s why,” I whisper, working my way up his neck, kissing and licking at the skin. “I got hard just watching you.”
“Aiden.” His fingers curl around me and squeeze, making me curse. “We’re in school. We can’t.”
“No one will find us here,” I promise, pulling him up from his chair. His hand never leaves my cock as I pull him between my legs. “Let me have you.”
His breathing quickens as I drag my lips across his skin, tracing a path from his jaw to his nose, his cheek to his ear, until finally, my mouth finds his.
Our kiss turns desperate in a heartbeat—mouths parting and bodies coming together.
He shoves my shades up into my hair before pulling me back into another kiss.
I moan when he sucks on my tongue, and he whimpers when I dig my fingers into his ass, nearly lifting him off his feet.
“Jewels,” I gasp as he palms my cock, his touch rough enough to make me come, but I want more than grinding and jerking each other off.
I tug at his belt, fumbling with his buckle with rushed fingers so I can get his cock out, but Julian draws his hips back.
“Door,” he breathes, gaze slightly dazed as he looks from my lips to my eyes. “Lock. We have to lock it.”
He moves before I can stop him, too busy rushing towards the door to notice that I’m right behind him. The lock barely slides into place before I’m pressing up behind him, slamming him against the door, and making him moan as I thrust my hips against his ass.
Julian’s canines drop, a wrecked snarl slipping from his lips, but he doesn’t shove me off. He lets me rut against him, rocking his hips back until lust blurs my vision and my whole body feels like it’s been thrown in a fire.
“Aiden,” he groans, reaching blindly for me. I catch his hand, thread my fingers through his and use them to turn him around so I can bring our lips back together.
My body vibrates as pleasure propels itself through me, and I can’t register anything beyond how fucking good this feels and how desperately I want more. Usually, this is when my brain tells me to slow down, but neither of us seems capable of that.
We’re too rough, too damn desperate and out of control.
Julian’s teeth sink into my lip, drawing blood, and I almost come in my fucking pants when he licks the droplet away before he strokes over my cock again. He growls, and I open my mouth willingly, letting him claim it as his.
He tries to tug my pants down, but I’m not about to let this end the way it always does, with rough strokes and rushed touches.
I slide my hands down to his ass again, this time lifting him up, making him squeak as he scrambles to hold on to me.
I swallow the sound with another kiss and walk us to the desk I’d been sitting at.
I shove my bag and his book to the floor as I lay him down before climbing on top of him.
Julian’s fingers clutch my shirt, pulling me closer, while my hand slides under his thigh. I squeeze, drawing a shiver from him as I hook his leg over my hip. Leaving it there, I slide my hands further up, over his hips, along his sides.
“Aiden,” he moans when I circle his nipples that I can feel hardening through his shirt. I smile at his short, breathless sounds before I sit up for a proper look.
Julian’s spread out on the table, and he looks fucking perfect.
His clothes are a mess, his blonde hair is strewn everywhere, and his pink lips are all wet.
He doesn’t move, too busy taking me in the same way.
But I interrupt his perusal, shoving his shirt up to his neck to bare the rest of him to me.
His stomach quivers under my hands as I rake them down his sides, making him arch up from the table.
He doesn’t try to hide. A growl rumbles at the back of my throat as I slide my thumbs over his nipples.
They’re small, but so fucking perky and sexy when they’re hard like this.
I circle and flick until he moans, then stills, covering his mouth and staring up at me with wide eyes.
I hold his gaze, waiting, but he doesn’t tell me to stop.
I press into them and pinch, and his cock jerks in his pants as he shivers.