Chapter Nineteen #2
I take a reluctant seat at the edge, but he’s already nestled in there, sitting cross-legged and opening the packet with obvious glee. He hands me a pastry, then holds his out.
Knowing what he wants, I roll my eyes, pursing away the grin as I tap mine against his and mumble, “ Galchae .”
His face lights up. “Is that cheers in Korean?”
I nod, chomping a bite that lights up my tastebuds.
“ Galchae ,” he tries saying it, and I smirk.
“Not bad.”
“Did I tell you I was in Korea?” he mumbles in between bites.
“I believe that’s one of the few things you left out,” I tease, recalling all the stuff we talked about the other night in his cell.
“Oh, trust me, warrior boy, there are many things I haven’t voiced to you yet.
” He smirks, and I roll my eyes again. “But as I was saying , we had a layover in Seoul on our way here to New York. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to leave the airport…
A true shame because I’ve always wanted to visit there. ”
“It’s a dope place,” I hum, fighting off the disparaging thought that I’ll probably never see it again.
“You’re so American.” He chuckles.
“I’ve lived here my whole life.” I shrug. “We left Seoul when I was a baby, and I’ve only been there a couple of times that I remember.” He nods while we eat, and I observe him. “You sound sort of American yourself.”
“Do I?” he gleams, pleased by that comment.
I remember him telling me the other night that he’s been in the States since he was a kid too. Not as young as me, but he lived in New York for a while before winding up in Atlanta.
“I like your accent… It reminds me of my grandfather,” I tell him for some reason. “He was from England.”
“Really?” His head cocks.
“I think… Cambridge? But he lived in London for most of his life. Well, he split his time between there and New York.”
“Have you been?” he asks curiously. “To London?”
I nod. “Twice. He took my sister and me when we were kids, and then I went back after I graduated high school. I liked it… Mostly because it made me feel… close to him.”
My gaze falls to my lap.
“I take it he’s no longer with us?” His voice is solemn. It sets a strange feeling in my chest while I nod. “I’m sorry…”
Shrugging it off, I sigh, “It was a while ago.”
“Sure, the pain may dwindle, but the ache is always there.”
I peer at him. “I take it you’ve… lost someone important to you?”
He swallows visibly, breaking our eye contact to pick at a loose thread on my blanket. “Haven’t we all?”
There are so many things I want to say, questions I want to ask him—about why he’s here, and what he’s been through. Maybe as a caveat to sharing a truth or two in return…
But a loud bang interrupts it all, the door slamming open at the end of the row. The stomping footsteps of a guard approaching have me sealing my lips shut.
And now we’ll have to spend the next however many minutes in absolute silence when all I want is to scream secrets at the top of my lungs.
Trevel is watching me the whole time we’re cuffed and brought out of our cell.
I can feel him staring at me, the weight of it bearing down on my skin.
I don’t look at him again until we’re seated across from one another at the cafeteria table.
And seeing all of the obvious questions on his face gives me the tiniest bit of solace.
Maybe he’s frustrated too. Maybe he wants… more. Just like I do.
The meal goes on for hours—about thirty minutes in real time. But the quiet amplifies each ticking second, building the angst higher and higher. On our way to the showers, vexation is coiling around me with every step.
Trevel and I go to my usual shower area, but it’s not the same without Luthor and Ren, yet another fact that’s riddling me with tension.
This spot is home to so many memories, good and bad. They’re interwoven here; the pleasure and the pain are the same damn thing…
The fighting, the fucking. The tears, the orgasms. The manipulation, the affection. The lies … and the truth .
It all came together in sweet, excruciating bliss.
Staring at the wall while I lather, I can almost feel them… The memories .
In my mind, I see it in flashes.
His legs around my waist, our mouths together, my cock moving in him. Licking the salty water from his throat and his chest while his hands ran all over me. Treasuring it… The pleasure of us.
And every time I would catch the blue in his eyes, my heart would leap forward into him, reaching out for him to be mine .
My pretty, spoiled rich boy…
I would kiss him and whimper because I wanted it back .
And he would cry, “Lex…”
My heart is splitting down the middle all over again, just like every time I heard a name that wasn’t mine.
“Fuck,” I gasp, without thinking, because it hurts too damn bad to keep it in.
To stay silent is killing me right now.
A warm hand appears on my back, and I peek left. Trevel is staring at me, hard , his brows knitted in clear concern. I bite my lip, because it’s trembling, and I don’t want him to see. But he does. I guess he noticed it…
He notices everything.
Reaching out, he plucks my lip from between my teeth, his thumb brushing it gently. Our eyes are locked, an unwavering gaze that’s almost too intense.
But I can’t break it. I can’t look away. Hell, I’m not sure I even want to.
Trevel’s fingers slip along my jaw, our bodies so close now, we’re all but zipped. He lets out a breath, wide chest pulsing up and down as I swallow and lean into it—his touch and his proximity. His eyes and the fact that he sees me. He’s seeing me…
He mouths something, and I’m not positive, but I think it’s my name.
Byron.
My name, not anyone else’s.
He blinks slowly, slipping his fingers under my chin. And I have no clue how, but I can hear him. I hear what he’s not saying.
I could give you what you need… If you’d only stop fighting.
My heart is racing too fast, flesh so hot I feel like steam is coming off of me. This is too much… I don’t know what this is, but it’s crazy.
How is he doing this? Why does it feel like he’s breathing me back to life right now?
“Two minutes!” The spell is broken with that barked warning.
“Shit.” I close my eyes tight and exhale the pressure.
A growl comes from Trevel. Aiming my foggy gaze up at him, I watch as he brushes his wet hair back, visibly flustered himself. My lips want to twitch in amusement, but I push it away, biting the inside of my cheek.
It’s insane how badly I want to speak right now. It feels like torture not saying words to him, which is also insane because I never want to talk to people. I don’t tell them things…
Where has this gnawing need to open up come from??
My head is spinning as we get dried off and redressed, doing the silent shuffle back to our cage. But as soon as we’re tucked securely inside, the awkwardness has swallowed up the lust, and we’re kind of just fluttering around one another.
Now that we can speak, we have no words.
I’d really like to write in my journal, but I don’t want to take it out in front of him. Instead, I crawl into my bed, and he goes up to his bunk. Neither of us saying a damn thing, just existing in the same shared space.
Lying on my back, I’m staring up at the bottom of his mattress while he shuffles around up there. Eventually, my eyelids begin to close. But they creep back open when I hear a grunt.
Then a breath. Then a hum .
My lips part, to ask him what the hell he’s doing. But I don’t. I stay quiet and wait, my pulse pumping quicker and quicker while my mind races in parallel. The buzz in my loins is still there from the showers—it never really went away. I’m still wound up, and in need, and I think he knows that.
I think he can still hear me…
Push it through the hole.
It only takes a minute or so before I feel him turn over. And then, sure enough, his long, pink dick is sneaking through the hole in the mattress.
Slowly poking through, hard and thick, and shiny at the tip.
I bite my lip, nerves twisting my stomach into a knot.
This is what you wanted… You can deny it all day, but you know you love it. That’s your secret. You need this.
Trevel rears back, tugging it away to stroke with his hand, aiming just the tip through the hole.
My fingers are digging into my mattress, my own cock swelling and filling rapidly.
I can’t tear my hungry gaze away from it as his shapely fingers knead up and down, tugging the skin away from his blushed, swollen crown.
Saliva is pooling in my mouth now while I watch him playing with this piece of himself that’s just as pretty as the rest of him. It really matches, perfectly proportionate with his frame, and his pale complexion. It’s somehow elegant, if that’s even something a dick can be.
Aesthetically pleasing, that’s for sure.
I think it’s a bit longer than mine, though mine is thicker. Honestly, Trevel’s dick is almost too big. I have no ruler, but it has to be almost ten inches.
Imagine trying to deep-throat that…
Chills rush over my entire body at the thought.
“Stop teasing me,” he croons from above my head, pushing it all the way through once more. “Come and get your meal, baby.”
Fuck… A trembling breath leaves me.
Well? Go get it. You’re… hungry. Aren’t you?
Inching up, I watch it, lusting so hard, I’m shaking. “Is that for… me?” I whisper.
“Only you, gorgeous,” he purrs. “I’m aching for that mouth…”
Fuck yea.
Slithering onto my knees, I get closer. “How bad?”
“ So bad I’m dripping, baby,” he rasps.
“I can see that…” I bite my lip again, watching a pearl of precum bead at the tip.
I’m fucking quaking. Thank fuck, he can’t see me right now. It’s taking away a lot of the nerves that keep this secret stowed away inside me.
That’s why I did it in the first place… Made a hole in the bed. Because I wanted to do this without having to get on my knees in front of someone, like the cock-thirsty bitch I clearly am.
“Try a taste,” he goads, with his erection aimed right at me through the hole.