Chapter 18
Declan, Present
Landon closes his locker and turns back to me just as fucking Grant walks up.
“Jesus Christ. Are we still doing this?” I mutter under my breath.
Grant and Landon’s weird-as-fuck relationship morphed not too long ago, and now Grant has been walking Landon to every class. Every. Single. One.
Threatening anyone who gets within breathing distance of Landon. He punched some kid who tried to mess with Landon.
If it wasn’t Grant who was doing all this protective shit, I might find it cute.
Landon smiles and places a hand on my shoulder. Grant watches the motion the entire time with suspicious eyes.
It’s annoying, so I don’t hold back. “Would you relax? He’s all yours, you fucking neanderthal.”
Grant faces me and goes to say something before Landon steps in front of him.
Grant’s a little taller than Landon, so he can still see me, but his eyes immediately shift focus, melting in a way that I didn’t know was possible for such a huge asshole.
They have some weird conversation with their eyes, before he slips his hand around Landon’s neck and pulls him into his side. “Sorry, Declan,” he grunts in my direction.
I narrow my eyes at them and take a step back. “This shit is weird.”
“Grant!”
Javi walks up, giving Grant and Landon each one of those half-handshake, half-bro-hug things.
Then he looks at me. The easy going look he had on his face vanishing and being replaced by his devious half-smile. “Munequito.”
An actual growl sneaks out from between my clenched teeth.
I go to stand by Landon to put some space between us.
“Did-did you just growl?” Landon asks with a disbelieving smile on his face.
Javi answers for me. “Probably. He’s untamed like that.”
Another one slips out.
He points at me. “See?”
Landon bumps me with his elbow. “Dec. He’s being nice.”
I cross my arms. “Demons are nice too. And yet, they’re usually trying to lure you into hell.”
“I don’t think he’s a demon.”
“Ehhh…” I say with doubt in my voice.
Javi takes a deep breath and claps his hands. “Well, this was super fun. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the locker room this period.”
If anyone needs you? What the fuck does that mean? No one is going to need you. I definitely don’t. What a dumb thing to say.
Grant side-eyes him. “There’s no gym class right now. It’s the teacher’s off period.”
Javi shrugs and turns away, flicking his eyes quickly at me as he does.
A moment later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see a text from an unknown number.
It’s him.
I should’ve blocked him again the moment I found out that he had unblocked it. But I didn’t. I just keep telling myself that since he’s not an official contact, it means I’m still winning this fucking game or whatever the hell is going on.
Unknown Number
Come here.
I’m not going there.
Soooooo… I might’ve entertained Javi a few extra times since he fucking trespassed in my room.
It’s always middle of the night break-ins. He barges in, makes me come my brains out, and leaves. I tell myself it’s fine because I’m sleepy and I just get to enjoy myself. It’s not like I’m doing anything for him. So who cares if I’m throwing away all my morals if it’s just for me?
But if we were to hook up at school, I don’t think I could make any excuses for myself anymore.
At that point I’d have to admit that there was something going on between us. Which there can’t be. I’d have no self-respect for myself if there was.
And I think I have at least a little.
Some days it’s hard to tell.
I break out of my thoughts to find Grant staring blankly at me. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
I bristle at his knowing stare. Has Javi told him anything? “No. Fuck off!”
Landon’s confused face peeks into mine and Grant’s stare off. “Where would he have to go?”
Grant looks at him. “No where. Come on, let’s go. We need to get you to class.”
They stare too lovingly at each other. I don’t know if they realize it yet, but they’re totally in love with each other. I kind of want to barf looking at it.
“See ya later, Dec,” Landon throws over his shoulder as they walk in the direction of his class.
I stand there a few moments longer. Frozen. Unable to walk in the direction I want to. The one that leads to my next class.
The bell to start class rings out.
Well… I mean… I’m already late.
I take off running down the hall, quickly making it to the locker room door to see it already propped open.
I wrench it back and practically fall, stumbling through the small hallway before it opens up to the locker room. Any way that I can get there faster.
There he is. Leaning up against some lockers, a stupid smirk on his face. “You took too long,” he rasps.
“Fuck you,” I growl as I launch myself at him.
Right from the get go, it’s a fucking frenzy. I open my mouth wide so he can devour every part of me he wants.
He takes advantage, sliding his tongue against mine as he grabs onto my waist and spins us, slamming me against the lockers.
“Ow, shit,” I complain in between kisses. “Don’t be so rough.”
“Stop lying to yourself, munequito. You know you like me to do whatever I want to you. Treat you like my doll. Play with you how I want.”
“Ugh, shut up. I don’t—” I forget how to speak as he starts kissing down my neck, effectively cutting myself off. And it doesn’t even matter what I was going to say. It’s all bullshit. Every dumb thing he says to me sends a thrill shooting down my spine.
Why am I down so bad for this guy? The one who I should’ve never talked to again.
I’m such a fucking mess.
He licks and bites all around the sensitive skin of my neck. I know he’s leaving marks, but I can’t seem to find the will to stop him. I might even like it.
“I can’t stop thinking about your ass, munequito, and how perfect it looks stuffed full of my fingers.”
I whimper and practically collapse into a heap on this dirty locker-room floor.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He sucks on the spot right below my ear as he trails his hand down my back, slipping it into my pants and running it down my crack.
“Feels so good already, doesn’t it, mi amor?”
His finger stills for half a second before he continues his caress.
I don’t know much Spanish. I only took a semester’s worth before I gave up, but I learned enough to know what that means.
My love.
But maybe it’s not a big deal. Maybe it doesn’t have the same meaning it would in English. Maybe he just essentially called me his bro.
Because he can’t actually mean anything sweet to me.
He starts unbuckling my pants, but I grab his hands. “Wait.”
He looks at me with confusion on his face. I explain, “I want to do something for you.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
It all feels too intimate and vulnerable, so I fuck it up by saying something rude. “Shut up,” I mumble with a scowl on my face.
He ignores me. “What do you want to do, munequito?”
I stay silent. I can’t say it. Or I don’t want to.
He presses against me. “You wanna suck my cock?”
I’m too uncomfortable, so I roll my eyes.
His hand darts out, grabbing onto my jaw and squeezing until it hurts. “Enough with the fucking attitude. You wanna to suck my cock? It’s fucking yours. Suck it all you want.”
There he goes with the yours and mine bullshit again.
It’s so dumb. It’s not true.
But despite that, I can feel the stars in my eyes as I look at him. The euphoric feeling running through me. Because I do believe him. Even though it’s stupid and is going to backfire spectacularly. I’m smart like that.
He steps back from me and sits on one of the wooden benches separating the clusters of lockers. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly undoes his belt. The button. The zipper.
Reaching inside his boxer briefs, he pulls out his cock.
A little bit of fear sparks in my chest as he showcases his size, slowly stroking downward and pulling back the foreskin to reveal the dark, wet head.
My lack of experience is lighting up my nerves. I’ve sucked exactly one other cock. It was a bit ago. Some other kid at the same foster home as me. He was not as big as Javier at all.
“Right here?” I ask, looking around.
He draws my eyes back to him as he continues casually stroking himself, giving me a half-lidded smile. “Don’t worry. There’s no gym class this period.”
“I know,” I answer haughtily.
“Take that last step and kneel for me, munequito.”
I look down in surprise to notice that he’s right. I’ve somehow drifted to be one small step away from him. I’m not even sure how it happened. His dick was a flame and I, a measly moth.
I sink to my knees slowly. The moment they hit the polished concrete floor, he lets go of his dick, reaching out and running a hand through my hair. I lean into it like a damn kitten.
“So pretty like this,” he murmurs.
It sounds too reverent. It makes me feel weird.
So I firmly grasp the base of his cock to make it go away.
It does. He throws his head back and lets a loud hiss out into the air. And the moment’s gone.
Unfortunately, I find that it’s replaced with something just as disturbing.
I like that I’m making him feel good. Like I really like it. I might love this feeling. I’m giddy and high off of it.
I experimentally run my fist up his length, twisting around at the head, watching my blunt hot-pink nails contrast against his engorged skin.
This reaction is even better. He moans. His thighs trembling around the deep, masculine sound.
My own cock is now rock hard in my uniform pants, making an obscene tent that I rub my palm against so it will stop hurting.
“Give me your mouth, munequito.”
It’s a plea disguised as a rough command. He looks at me with barely opened eyes. His breath coming out of him in quick pants. He needs it so bad. Barely able to keep it together.
I lower my head and breathe onto the tip.
He whines and quickly grabs for his dick, squeezing the base to stop himself from coming. “Uh, shit,” he moans as it leaks another drop of pre-cum, joining the river already flowing down his angry, flushed cock. “Please. I need your mouth.”