6. Chapter 6 #2
His movements are jittery, almost panicked as he goes to look for his shoes like he didn’t just slip them off under the coffee table.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I don’t like it.
The way he’s acting makes my skin fucking crawl, because this isn’t the Lance I know.
He’s always cheery and ready to take on whatever life throws at him with a smile on his face.
This whole interaction makes the world feel like it’s fallen off its axis, and everything is just…
wrong. I have to figure out what the fuck is going on with him.
“Where the fuck did I put my sh— what the fuck?“ He blurts out as I pin him against the wall. “What are you doing?”
He stares down at the arm I have pressed against his chest, so I reach my hand up and grab him by the jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Tell me why you came here, Lance.”
“I don’t fucking know! That’s why I’m trying to leave!” He says as he pushes against my chest, but I don’t budge.
“Think harder, Lance.” I demand. “Was someone bothering you?”
He rolls his eyes and scoffs at me. “Yeah right. More like the opposite of that.”
“So… what? You were alone?”
“What the fuck do you think, Roman? It’s not like you let me be anything other than alone.”
Remorse floods my system, because I never meant to make him feel like he was being ostracized.
I just didn’t want him to be with anyone else.
I can’t stand to see him with other people.
It drives me insane. Not that it really matters, because the more time I spend watching him try to get with other people, the more it eats me alive.
I do feel bad that he’s feeling isolated, but I don’t believe for one second that Lance couldn’t get the attention he wanted if he actually tried.
“Aweee. Are you saying you came to hang out with me because you were lonely?”
“Fuck off,” he growls as he pushes against my chest again. I lean further into him, giving him no space to resist me. He’s quite a bit smaller than I am, so it’s not like he could get away from me either way, but I want to be close to him.
I chuckle as I lift up his face again. “Do you need someone to make you feel better, Lance? Is that why you’re here?”
As my body leans into his, I feel his cock twitch behind his pants, and it immediately brings a smile to my face.
I can’t help but pull back and glance down between our bodies in amusement.
Lance curses as he plops his head back against the wall.
It doesn’t matter what Lance thinks, his body wants me and knowing that feels so damn satisfying.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You need someone to give you some attention?”
“What do you think?” He asks with sarcasm as he grinds his hips against mine.
Where I came from, we weren’t allowed any form of entertainment in our free time except for escorts.
So, I’m sure you can imagine how much time we all spent taking advantage of them, whether for company, or to get our rocks off.
Needless to say, bedroom activities are something I spent a lot of time practicing, and I take a lot of pride in them.
The fact that I’m finally about to get the chance to show off to Lance is kind of exhilarating.
He doesn’t fucking want me, and now he’s going to see what he’s been missing out on.
“Knees,” I demand with a sardonic smirk on my face as I fist his shirt and force him to the ground. He follows my order breathlessly as I prop my arm against the wall.
“Roman…” He whines greedily as he stares up at me.
“Shh, shh, shh.“ I whisper as I unbutton my pants and pull my dick out. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, Lance.”
“Oh god,” he presses down on the bulge in his pants as his tongue runs across his lips.
That fucking tongue ring kills me. He stares up at me, opening his mouth as I inch closer to him, preparing for me.
His crystal eyes lock onto mine, his pupils blown out with lust. We haven’t even done anything yet, and already, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
This is actually fucking happening. I can’t help but stare down at him in awe as I brush my thumb along his jaw.
“That’s it. You know exactly what to do. Don’t you, pretty boy?”
His eyes cut away from mine, but he tries to nod in reply as my dick slides between his lips.
I don’t know if it’s because of all the tension between the two of us or something else entirely, but the way that Lance’s tongue wraps around the tip of my dick as I thrust back and forth is making my fucking head spin.
I expected Lance to push back, to be just as difficult while he’s fucking as he is literally every other moment of his life, but it’s almost as if the idea of intimacy turned him into this pliant little creature at my feet.
He melts when I’m this close to him, and I fucking love that. God, why is he so damn perfect?
I grab him by his hair and tilt his head back until it rests against the wall, his hands instinctively moving to my hips.
“Relax. I’m gonna do the work for you.” I assure him as I guide my dick back toward his mouth.
He licks his lips again before sticking his tongue out for me. See? Perfection. I can absolutely see why so many people like him now. That thought just pisses me off though, and I don’t really understand why, because this doesn’t mean anything.
Lance means nothing to me. He can’t. He just can’t.
After making sure that he can take me all the way to the back of his throat, I thrust harder. Using every inch of his mouth to take out my frustration on. All of this is his fucking fault anyway. The loneliness. The emptiness. The irritation. This fucking unrelenting obsession. It’s all his fault.
His hips lift from the floor, chasing friction. When they’re met with nothing but air, he whimpers around my dick.
“That’s it, pretty boy.” I taunt. “How’s it feel to have the one person you can’t fucking stand giving you everything you need, huh?”
His hips buck again, and I decide to show him some mercy. “Pull it out, Lance.”
His brows pinch together, and he tries to shake his head, but he can’t move very well with my dick down his throat.