Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
ROMAN
Jesse whimpers softly in my mouth, squirming impatiently on my lap while he straddles me in the driver seat.
I grip his hips tightly, torn between helping him grind even more on me and making him stop before we both come inside this car that is parked just a couple of blocks away from school, in broad daylight.
Fuck, this was just supposed to be a quick kiss before classes. But it’s never a quick anything with him these days.
Simple brushes of lips turn into long, soul-searing make-out sessions.
Knowing looks from across our hallway are all it takes for his back to hit the wall and for us to thrust against each other until we’re swallowing each other’s sounds and coming in our sweats, not even bothering to free our dicks.
It’s insane how much I want him, how much I crave him, how much I want to be around him all the fucking time.
How much he wants it, too.
“God, Ro,” he moans between one lick of my tongue into his mouth and the next. “I don’t know how to stop. It’s all your fault for not fucking me.”
I groan, my hand sliding back to squeeze his mouth-watering ass.
We haven’t fucked since that first night and following morning, waiting for the soreness to be completely gone. Something which made Jesse very unhappy, and something I’m deeply regretting right at this moment.
“Are you horny, baby?” I mumble against his lips, using my hold on his ass to pull him tighter on me, feeling how hard he is.
“So fucking horny. I want you inside me again so bad.”
“Fuck, angel.” I suck lightly on his pale throat, and Jesse shivers.
“Just give me something. Anything. Come on, touch me, Roman. I feel like I’m going to burst.”
All my resolve crumbles at his rough demand.
Fuck it. I can never say no to him.
I glance quickly outside. No one around and thankfully we’re partly obscured from view by a cusp of trees.
“Get in your seat and lean with your back against the door.”
My words seem to register with difficulty, his eyes glazed with want, but when they do, he immediately scrambles off my lap and does exactly what I tell him.
My hands reach for his zipper and in seconds his cock is free, his jeans halfway down his thighs.
Jesse’s pupils are so blown I can barely see the blue around them, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Keep an eye out for anyone,” I say, before I’m dipping down and swallowing his cock.
Jesse bucks up, shameless sounds spilling from him, and I wish I could take my time with him.
Next time. Now, he needs to come nice and quick.
I work his length brutally, pulling off to suck on his red tip, sliding down until my throat massages the sensitive head, letting my saliva drip all over him easing my way.
Until I reduce him to a damn mess, nothing but sloppy noises and small ah – ah – ahs filling the car.
He’s so close I can taste it, and I need to see it, to see him come apart because of yet another thing that I did to him for the first time. Me, no one else.
My gaze flicks up, and there he is—so beautiful, so ruined, so mine. His eyes eat up everything I do, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he realizes what I’m about to do as I gather some of my spit with my fingers.
I never look away from him as I plunge two fingers deep into him, and when I tighten my lips around him while I stroke his needy spot, Jesse fucking screams.
His cum floods my throat and I swallow it all, licking him until he shudders when it gets too much.
I release him slowly, kissing his tip while I straighten up.
He makes no move to pull his jeans up and tuck himself in, still breathing hard, staring at me in pure fascination, like he doesn’t understand what just happened to him.
I bite back a grin while I help him with his briefs and jeans.
He’s still staring at me when he sits up and I drive the car closer to school.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I chuckle and he groans.
“Did I just thank you?”
“You sure did.”
“Oh God, you fucked up my brain chemistry.”
“Just glad I could be of help.”
“Smugness is not attractive. Absolutely not attractive at all.”
I’m still chuckling when I slide the car into a free parking spot.
“If you say so,” I say, turning to look at him.
His eyes are shining when he leans forward to kiss me, licking his taste off my lips.
“Maybe you’ll show me later how to do that to you.”
“Fuck, get out of the car, Blue, before I maul you in front of everyone.”
He grabs his bag from the backseat, grinning while he gets out and disappears from my view.
It takes several calming breaths before I can follow after him.
***
The day drags on forever, and by the time my classes end for the day, I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.
I wait for Jesse by my locker, knowing he will be out soon, and I spot him immediately when he exits his class. He’s chatting with a girl, both of them hunched over their notebooks and he hasn’t noticed me yet, so that gives me plenty of time to shamelessly stare at him.
The light purple sweater he has on today has fucking daisies on it, and his golden hair is now up in a ponytail.
He’s so cute I could eat him.
And it’s exactly because I’m so busy focusing on him that I don’t realize what the conversation a few feet behind me is about until I hear a familiar name, and everything in me tenses.
“Jesus fucking Christ, can you believe the guy?”
“Who? Williams?”
“Yeah, what the fuck is up with him? Just look at him. It’s like he’s doing everything he can to look like a girl. Disgusting.”
My body goes rigid, something thick and cold coiling in my gut, curling around my limbs and tightening to the point of pain.
Throwing a look over my shoulder, I track the two guys speaking, standing just a couple of lockers away and leering at Jesse.
“I don’t know, man. He doesn’t look that disgusting to me. I mean, no homo, but I could pretend he’s a girl for a quick fuck. It’s not like he’ll look much different from behind. A hole is a hole.”
“Yeah, I bet he’ll look pretty on his knees, too, with all that hair and those fat lips,” the asshole snickers. “Maybe I’ll corner him and find out. See how much of a fight he can put up.”
I promised myself I would keep my head down this year.
It’s not like I care about school anyway. My only goal was to graduate and be done with it. Ignore every asshole in this building, no matter how hard it is, and stay clear of all trouble. Because it’s simply not worth it.
It’s not worth getting angry at anyone who thinks it’d be fun to pick a fight with the loner who has no friends, the quiet guy who always wears black and never bothers with anyone, who barely understands shit from classes and is just too fucking weird, always doodling something, never paying attention to anything else.
I promised myself I wouldn’t react anymore to anything said behind my back or even to my face.
And I was going to do it if it was about me.
But it’s not.
My eyes find Jesse again as he grins at his classmate dressed in his pretty daisies, his ponytail dancing with every movement he makes.
It’s not about me, but about him, about my Blue.
So, my pulse barely spikes when I turn around and drive my fist to the guy’s face, my heartbeat calm and steady, because this simply has to be done.
There is noise around me but nothing registers, nothing but the satisfying sound of my fists landing where they’re supposed to. I hear nothing, feel nothing as my mind goes quiet, not even registering whatever hit they manage to land on me. There is nothing. No pain. Just single-minded purpose.
A voice tries to penetrate the thick fog, a voice I would know anywhere, and I raise my head, finding blue eyes full of concern, swimming with fear and confusion.
But there’s no confusion. Not about this.
No one messes with Jesse.
No one talks about him like that.
No one fucks with him. Ever.
Everything else be damned.
The shouts get louder, the commotion growing, but all I do is grip Jesse’s nape and squeeze, trying to reassure him without words, to tell him that it’s okay, before a teacher barks something at me and I have to release him.
My face and body throb in several places, but I barely pay any attention to it as I’m ushered to the principal’s office.
It doesn’t matter.
No one talks about Blue like that.