Jordy
THE NEXT MORNING, I waited for my mom and dad to leave for work before sneaking back up the stairs and creaking open Kieran’s bedroom door. It was way too early for him, so he was still basically dead to the world.
Carefully lifting the edge of his blanket, I slipped in next to him, cuddling into his side. He didn’t wake up, but he shifted slightly, like he was instinctively making room for me. The rise and fall of his chest, along with the warmth of his body, lulled me back to sleep.
When I woke up an undetermined amount of time later, feeling rested and eager and lovesick, I stared down into Kieran’s handsome face for what was probably long enough to be convicted for stalking in a court of law.
Brushing the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, I traced his cheekbones with my fingers.
And then I would inevitably get that text from my dad when he got back from work, asking where I was and why I wasn’t home.
I wondered if telling him I was with Kieran would be enough to satisfy him, although I was pretty sure he wouldn’t know I would mean I was with Kieran, in the biblical sense.
Something to worry about later. I was sure they would eventually understand why we couldn’t exactly be forthcoming about everything.
Deciding I’d let Kieran sleep long enough, I pressed a line of kisses along his cheeks, following the path I’d traced with my fingers, before landing on his mouth. He blinked a few times, gently sighing as he was pulled into consciousness.
“Mm,” he murmured out an approving noise against my lips as his hand lifted up off the mattress to cup the back of my neck. “Morning, Angel.”
“Good morning,” I answered, running my palms over his shoulders and chest, giving him a little massage. When I slipped my fingers down just a bit lower, teasing him with firm little circles, he raised an eyebrow as he watched me.
“You could just keep moving down,” he suggested, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
“Hm…” Pretending to consider it, I tugged his blanket aside to reveal his morning wood, a lovely, thick tent in the front of his boxers. “You mean this?” I asked, dragging my palm down his abs and over his clothed cock, the quiver of his muscles under my touch driving me wild.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, his hips twitching up off the bed to follow my retreating hand.
“You want to fuck?” I asked softly, injecting all the seductiveness I possessed into the statement.
“Yeah,” he repeated, obviously in a blissful state of relaxation and arousal. His hooded eyes were intensely locked on my face, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips as he stared.
“I do too,” I admitted, arching my back as I stretched, letting out a soft and breathy little moan that I knew would have him even more desperate to get in between my legs. “I want you so bad, Kieran. Later, when you’re ready to mark me.”
I watched him process my statement, traveling through several stages of grief before he groaned lightly. I was pretty sure I’d never turned down an advance from him before. He was always the one rejecting me, usually because our parents were home and he didn’t want to risk getting caught.
“We could do it now too,” he offered, somewhat hopefully, then looked wry when I shook my head at him.
“You’re the one who wanted to wait and make it special,” I reminded him teasingly.
“I meant the mating part,” he complained, but without much heat. “We can still fuck.”
Blinking my eyelashes at him, I gave the sizable outline of his cock one more stroke of my fingertip. “Maybe I want you to build up a really fat load to give me later and then plug it up with your knot while you’re biting me.”
He gave me a shocked, incredulous look like I’d just told him that aliens had descended to take over our planet.
“Jesus Christ, Jordy, why don’t you just kill me?” He whined, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face into his pillow.
Smirking at his reaction, I smacked my hand down onto his firm butt before giving him a good-natured pat. “Doesn’t that sound nice and special?”
“Fucking brat.”
We spent the next few hours casually hanging out, flipping through TV channels and chatting about nothing, like it wasn’t the most important day of my life. When my phone buzzed with a text, the message gave me a quick sense of relief.
“Hey, can you take me to the center to pick up my jacket?” I asked. “They’re closed today, but Sandy put it in her office so I could pick it up.”
“If they’re closed, how are you going to get in?” He wondered.
“I have a key card thing for the side entrance,” I explained. “She gave Dani and I one for when we wanted to come in really early to help finish some last minute stuff awhile back.”
“Yeah, we can swing by. It’s on the way, anyway.”
It was actually perfect that the center was closed, because frankly, I didn’t think I wanted to see anyone from there ever again, especially Andrew.
As kind as everyone had been, the charity auction felt oddly final for me, like it was my last bit of volunteer work for them, and now it was time for me to move on.
I appreciated all the support I’d gotten from them before, and I’d enjoyed my time, but things felt different for me now.
I packed up a quick overnight bag, though nothing as exhaustive as the one I’d packed for the weekend at the beach.
Just a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and my meds.
After a brief moment of hesitation, I carefully laid Orangey and Tuxy inside.
If Kieran wasn’t going to judge me about my quirks, then I wasn’t going to judge myself.
“So are you, uh… Ready to go?” Kieran asked, appearing in my doorway as I zipped up my bag. Glancing back at him, I could see his anxiety practically undulating around him like a dark cloud.
“Ready,” I answered with as much pep as I could muster.
I had the distinct feeling I was going to need to keep him in good, light spirits until the literal moment he was done biting me.
Then he’d be fine. But until then, it was clear he was going to be a nervous wreck.
I could see his bag slung over his shoulder, so I didn’t need to ask if he’d packed. “Let’s go.”
When we piled into the truck, I plugged the aux cord into my phone and pulled up a playlist I’d created with music that he actually liked, mostly stuff I’d gotten from the posters on his walls, and the multitude of band t-shirts he wore. He gave me an odd glance when the music started playing.
“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t mind if you play your stuff.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “We should compromise sometimes.”
“Alright,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised and agreeable to my statement.
When we got to the center, the lot was completely empty so we parked right up front.
I hopped out of the passenger seat, letting Kieran follow me around the building to the side entrance, where I swiped my key card over the badge reader device so the door would unlock.
It beeped and flashed green, so I pushed through the door, leading us into a big lobby area.
The moment the door closed behind us, Kieran’s phone started to ring. When he dug it out of his pocket, I saw his boss’s name on the screen.
“I have to take this,” he informed me.
“I’m just going to run to the back and grab my jacket out of Sandy’s office,” I told him, and he gave me a quick nod as he answered.
As I made my way down the eerily empty hall, I could hear the beginning of his conversation echoing behind me.
I wasn’t sure why, but being alone in public buildings always gave me the creeps.
It was like being in a school after hours with no one else around.
Just unpleasant and unsettling, especially in a place that was usually so hectic and bustling as the youth center.
I suddenly realized I’d never come here alone before, never wandered around when it was silent and empty.
Each step of my sneaker on the tiled floor was as loud as a gunshot as I passed by the cafeteria, conference room, and gymnasium.
Sandy’s office was a large, neat space in a corner, lined with glass partition walls.
I’d been in there a few times, to fill out paperwork or deliver something to her from someone else.
The lights were off, but I could see my bright blue jacket folded neatly and sat on her big mahogany desk.
Grasping the metal handle and carefully pushing her door in, I tiptoed inside and picked it up.
The sound of the door clicking closed startled me, and I whirled around to see Andrew, from where he’d presumably emerged from the shadowy corner of the office I hadn’t been able to see into. He flicked up the light switch, flooding the space with bright light.
Standing in front of the only way out, he regarded me with an aloof, oddly distant expression, something that I’d never seen from him before. The eye that Kieran had punched already had a dark purple bruise formed around it.
Fear skittered up my spine like a spider, and my stomach felt like a block of ice settled into my guts.
“Andrew,” I started cautiously. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you, Jordy,” he answered me with a bright tone, like how you talk to a kid. “See, when you texted my mom about your jacket after you left, she was pretty busy. So she asked me to go put it in her office to be sure no one would take it until you came and picked it up.”
When I didn’t say anything, he continued on.
“It was just a matter of waiting for her to leave her phone lying around somewhere, so I could text you from it and convince you to come in today. You’re very easy to influence,” he added, in a very neutral, observatory kind of way, like I was an animal whose behaviors he’d been studying.