35. Finding Books?
35
Finding Books?
Rockwell
I t’s the end of April, and the tournament is so close I can practically taste it. The end of our senior year is creeping up on us fast, and with that comes finals. With that being said, Clay and I are in the library studying our little hearts out. Correction: Clay has been studying his heart out; I’ve just been staring at him, admiring each vein on the top of his hand that’s holding his pencil, the long thick lashes fanned over his cheeks as he reads, and wondering how I’ve gotten so lucky to be able to call him mine.
We’ve been living in our happy bubble, newly dating, winning games, and keeping up with schoolwork. Clay hasn’t brought up whatever happened outside of his apartment with his father nor have I asked him to. He will talk to me about it if and whenever he’s ready. I’m not going to lie, finding him unconscious on the floor scared the ever-living shit out of me. But once he came to, the light that showed in his eyes as he realized I was the one that was holding him—and what happened after—the way the two of us connected on an entirely different level was… it healed something inside of me that I didn’t even know needed healing. Yet, there’s still an ache inside of me. An ache so deep in my soul for him to have the love he deserves. I know I can give that to him, and so can my family.
“Where the hell is Jax at?” I ask, forcing myself to stay in the moment.
“I have no clue. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”
I grab my phone off the table and send out a text in our ridiculous group chat.
Rocky
Where the hell are you, Jax?
Clay grabs his phone off the table, too, not wanting to miss the opportunity to give his best friend shit.
Garot?o
Even computer geniuses like you need to study, Jackson. Chop chop.
Clay’s text is nothing but jokes, but when I look over at him, he’s staring into the distance, concern etched across his face. “I really hope he’s okay. He’s been acting off the last couple of months. I chalked it up to him getting hurt his senior year, but I think it’s more than that.” Clay doesn’t need anything else to worry about on top of how his dad treats him, but that doesn’t mean I want him to ignore the clear signs that something has been going on with Jax.
It’s been the same old, same old as far as Charles Aldrich is concerned. When we win games, he leaves Clay the hell alone. But if we lose… or don’t absolutely demolish our opposing team, I have to have a pick-up order ready at Delectable Desserts. Sometimes, I don’t know if it’s the baking or Nancy’s sweet smile and Kevin’s groans of annoyance that put Clay in a better mood.
Keeping him away from his phone is my highest priority after losses, though. It shouldn’t be like this. A child shouldn’t want to avoid their father for the fear of crippling anxiety taking over from a simple text message. A child shouldn’t never speak or hear from their mother. As much as I’d love for my partner to have a relationship with their parents, I’ll never push Clay to put himself in that position. Not to mention, I’ll have a hard time ever laying eyes on Charles or Evelyn Aldrich again without saying something I shouldn’t. I have no kind words for people who treat their child the way they’ve treated him.
Jax
Pulling into the parking lot. And fuck right off, Clay. You wish you were as smart as me. *middle finger emoji
Jax comes strolling in a couple of minutes later, looking a little better than he has the last couple of times I’ve seen him. I haven’t known him well the past four years, always keeping to myself and avoiding people like him and Clay at all costs. But since I’ve been with Clay I’ve gotten to know his best friend a little bit better. Jax is usually chill and the life of the party, just like Clay, but where Clay is very much a “what you see is what you get” kind of guy, I know under that joking exterior, Jax is fighting some serious demons. I can see it in his eyes. What demons? I have no clue, and regardless of how close they are, I know Clay doesn’t either .
He sits down beside Clay, setting his backpack onto the table with a huff. “Never thought I would see you using the group chat, Rockwell .”
“I use it all the time now, Jackson , don’t start your shit with me.” I pin him with a glare before remembering why I had to get in the group chat in the first place. “And don’t change the subject. Why the hell were you so late?”
A smirk lines his lips. “Unlike you two… I don’t need to study. I had to install some new programs on my computer, and I got caught up watching…”
Clay tilts his head, and a knowing look crosses his face. “Watching what, Jax?”
“No one. It’s none of your business.”
Jax is a computer science major and probably one of the smartest fuckers I know. So, acting oblivious doesn’t exactly suit him.
I goad him, making sure to keep my tone hushed.“Oh, so it’s a person?” I look at Clay, and he’s practically staring a hole through Jax’s head. It’s then I realize there’s more going on that I don’t know about. And based on the tick in Clay’s clenched jaw, I’d assume he doesn’t approve of whatever is happening.
Clay breaks his stare with a frustrated sigh. “I’m going to find the book that I need for my marketing class.”
?? 1 Clay gets up and heads toward the back of the library. As I watch him go, his perfect ass filling out his dark blue joggers, an idea comes to my mind. But first, I peek across the table at Jax and ask, “Jax. Seriously, are you okay? Are you in some kind of trouble? I can help.”
His face softens, and he responds with an exhausted sigh, “I’m fine, Rocky. I promise. I just have some shit going on. But nothing I can’t keep an eye on.” Taking him at his word I nod and stand from my chair. I don’t know what, or I guess who, he’s talking about, but it’s not my place to prod.
“I’m going to help Clay find the book he needs,” I say with a wink.
Jackson rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fine. Just make sure I don’t have to hear it.” I tilt my head back in a laugh and walk toward the shelves Clay disappeared between.
I see my Garot?o and creep up behind him while he’s busy staring at the books on the shelf. Pressing my front to his back, I rub my quickly thickening cock against his plump ass. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “We could get caught… ” I place both of my hands on his chest, rubbing and finding his peaked nipples, pinching them between my fingers. “There could be cameras. Could you be quiet while your cock is in my mouth?” If I’ve picked up on anything it’s that my Clay is a little bit of an exhibitionist. The way he reacted when I played that recording for him all those months ago, how fast he came when we were surrounded by people on that plane, he gets off on the thrill. And when he’s turned on, so the hell am I.
Clay nods eagerly, and I smile.
I start walking us to the opposite end of the aisle to hide us a little bit. I would never actually let us get caught, but I know just the thought that we might is enough for him. Satisfied with our position, I push his back into the shelves, hearing the huff of air that leaves his lungs right before I latch my mouth onto his. The kiss is rushed and heated, and soft groans are already coming from deep within him. I run my hands down his sculpted stomach, appreciating when they flex under my palms, just from my touch alone.
I pull away just enough to get my words out, mumbling into his pouty lips, “ Garot?o, you’re not doing a very good job at keeping quiet. It’s almost like you want us to get caught.” We both know I’m right when I feel him smile against my lips.
My big, filthy man.
My hands find his hips, and now I’m the one groaning as I feel the dip of his deep V-cut through his shirt .
“On your knees, Baby.” I fold like a goddamn lawn chair, not able to hit my knees fast enough.
My hands slide into the waistband of his shorts and pull them just low enough to pull his dick and balls out. “Are you leaking for me? Or is it from the thought of getting caught, that anyone in this library could hear or see you.”
“C. All of the above. Now show me what that mouth can do. I think I’ve forg—” He shuts right the fuck up as I stick my tongue out, holding eye contact with him, and run my tongue around the crown of his perfect cock. I don’t want to go slow this time though. I want to see how fast I can get him to come, and with the way he’s pulsing between my lips, it’s going to be very quick.
Still holding eye contact and smiling around his cock, I begin to bob up and down on his length like it’s my one and only job. I didn’t think I would like sucking dick as much as I do. And who knows, maybe I just like sucking Clay’s dick. But it does bring me a sick sense of joy that I’m able to be in control. I control when he gets to come. Me.
Clay begins fucking my face while I control the suction I have around his length. I gag as he hits the back of my throat, but that only seems to spur him on. The hushed grunts and the gagging alone are proof enough of what we’re doing, and I’m fully expecting someone to come around the corner any minute.
My dick practically has its own heartbeat. It’s painfully hard and leaking all over my shorts. I just hope it’s not enough to be absolutely everywhere once this is over.
“I’m about to come, Baby.” He grabs the sides of my head, gripping my curls above my ears, holding me right where he wants me. I swallow around his head, and that’s what tips him over the edge.
His mouth drops open as the last little bit of his seed lands on my tongue. I pop off his cock, holding his cum in my mouth, keeping my mouth open so he can see his release resting on my tongue.
His eyes look feral as he says, “Swallow me, Baby. Swallow me like a good whore.”
Yep, my dick’s going to explode.
Hand in hand and completely bookless, Clay and I walk back to the table where Jax is smugly looking at us. “Didn’t find the book you needed, I see?”
“Nah, got a little distracted,” Clay says proudly.
Jax rolls his eyes. “You guys fucking suck.”
Clay fucking snorts a laugh. “Yeah, he sure did.”
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