Chapter 9
Abel
"Abel, can you help me tie this?" Ethos asked as I walked back into our room, shutting the door behind me. I laughed and walked up to him. He sighed and handed me the ends of the tie.
"I still can't believe that you can't tie a tie. Especially after all of the formals and chapter meetings we've had to go to over the past two years," I said, flipping the ends over each other before tightening it up to his neck.
Dead week was just around the corner, and since this weekend was the last time that clubs and organizations could hold events and meetings before the hectic schedule of finals dawned and winter break began, tonight was the night of the Greek Winter Formal. In a way, the formal was the last big official hurrah before we all crawled into our dorm rooms to study and cry for the next two weeks.
"I know, I know. I just can't get the hang of it!" Ethos exclaimed, walking back over to the mirror to check himself out and make sure the tie looked relatively symmetrical. He huffed and turned back to me. "Do I look okay?"
"You look fine, Ethos," I said, standing next to him so that I could fix my own tie.
"I just… I'm nervous, y'know?" he said, scrunching up his face. I finished and turned to face him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure Praxis will think you look fine, too," I said with a smile. He just blushed and turned to grab his jacket off the back of his desk chair.
"Are you nervous?" he asked. I shrugged and ran a hand through my hair, attempting to tame the blond mess.
"Not really," I said. Ethos frowned and gave me a look. I sighed. "Okay, maybe a little."
"I don't even know why I am, though," Ethos said with a groan as he flopped into the chair and spun around. "Praxis is really nice and hasn't been anything short of sweet since we started hanging out. He's really gentle and really caring, y'know?"
I snorted, but covered it up with a laugh. The only time I had ever interacted with Praxis was when he walked in on Cain and I. My face flushed at the thought. Truth be told, it was pretty plain to see that Ethos' and my relationships were very different. Cain could be sweet, sometimes, but in his own way; a way that by most standards probably couldn't be considered sweet at all. But it didn't matter to me what others thought. Not for the most part, anyways...
"I understand what you mean," I replied to Ethos as I sat down in my own chair and propped my feet up on the desk. I grabbed a rubber band ball from beside my pencil holder and tossed it at the wall, catching it as it bounced back.
"Is Cain anything like that? Caring and stuff, I mean," he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and continued to play catch with myself.
"He's…" I trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I don't know. He's definitely gotten nicer since the first time I met him."
"That's good," he said. "I remember the first time you mentioned him to me! You were so appalled at the way he talked to the dean!" He and I both laughed at the memory, and then we were both quiet for a while, me tossing the ball against the wall, Ethos spinning in his chair. Stopping to look at me directly, he finally spoke up again. "Have you had sex?"
I almost choked on my own saliva.
"Ethos!" I exclaimed, dropping the bouncy ball, and nearly falling out of my chair. I stared at him open mouthed with wide eyes.
"What?!" he said, smiling at me.
"I can't believe you just asked me that! If you haven't noticed… sex is a very personal thing."
"Well," he said, holding up his hands in defense. "You're my best friend, and I feel like we don't talk much about things anymore. I rarely ever even see you because you spend so much time with him!" I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "We should definitely have dinner before break and catch up on things."
"Definitely," he agreed with a nod. "So…"
"So…?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"Have you?" he pressed. I closed my mouth and turned away from him, a blush rising to my cheeks. I was about to respond, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It's open!" I shouted. The doorknob clicked and the door swung open revealing an extremely frustrated Cain. "What-"
"I can't fucking tie this stupid thing," he snapped, tossing a strip of cloth to me. I looked at it and chuckled before standing up and facing him.
"Trying to be extra classy are we?" I asked, popping his collar and wrapping the bowtie around the back of his neck so that I could tie it off.
"I don't own an actual tie, so I figured why the fuck not," he said. I giggled quietly as I folded the bowtie. I bit my lip out of frustration and undid what I had done.
"What?" he asked, looking down at me. "Did you forget how to do this?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "It was crooked."
"You're such a perfectionist," He said with a snort.
"I just want you to look your best!" I said.
"I always look my best," he retorted, placing his hands on my hips. I twisted the finished bowtie to straighten it one last time before snaking my arms around his neck.
"Yeah, but you look better like this."
"You can't improve upon perfection, Princess," he said, smirking down at me.
"You are so cocky," I said, grinning and standing on my tiptoes to press our lips together, silencing him before he could make a sassy response. I pulled back shortly after when I heard a knock at the door.
"Knock, knock!" Praxis announced as he walked in. Ethos jumped to his feet and flung his arms around the taller man's neck, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.
"What took you so long, Praxis?" spoke Cain as he hooked his arm around my waist. "You left before me, didn't you?" At the mention, Praxis laughed and scratched the back of his head.
"Well, that's because I had to pick up something…" he muttered, suddenly pulling out a little clear plastic container out of the pocket of his blazer.
As Praxis held it out for Ethos to see, I could easily make out that it was a small red rose, cut just short enough to that it could fit in its box. I could hear Ethos gasp a little at the sight of it.
"For me?" he asked disbelievingly. Praxis smiled and nodded, opening up the box to take out the small flower.
"It's kind of old-fashioned, but I wanted to get you it to wear on your lapel," he explained. "Here, let me pin it on for you."
Excitedly, Ethos slid on his black blazer, and Praxis had to lean forward quite a bit so his head was nearly level with Ethos' chest. After attaching the boutonniere, though, he stood back up to his original height, and gazed at Ethos longingly. Ethos was blushing furiously. The way Praxis looked at him almost made me blush as well. It made me wonder if Cain ever looked at me like that. Maybe when I wasn't looking?
My thoughts were suddenly pushed from my mind, though, when I felt Cain's calloused hand take hold of mine.
"So are we ready to go?" he asked me. I nodded and checked myself one last time in the mirror before heading out with Cain, Praxis, and Ethos.
The entirety of Greekland was in a tizzy. Countless students were filing themselves down the streets, making their way over to the Union, where the dance would be held. Along with offices, the school store, a cafeteria, and many other services, the Union also had a large ballroom for occasions such as this one.
Upon seeing just how many people were going to be there, a thought suddenly popped into my head, and I felt my stomach flip. I tightened my grip on Cain's hand.
"Something wrong, Princess?" he asked, looking over to me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him here, but Praxis and Ethos were already quite a ways ahead of us, and I figured Cain would want to know.
"I'm just… nervous of what might happen when people see us together," I confessed. To my surprise, Cain responded with a snort.
"Who even cares about other people? They all can mind their own damn business," he replied bluntly. I sighed, wishing that it was only so simple as that.
"Yeah, but you must have people who aren't that fond of you, right?" Cain raised an eyebrow at me.
"Are you insinuating something?" he asked, sounding a bit insulted. I smiled and shook my head.
"No, I just mean that if those people knew certain things about you, they might try to use them against you, right?"
By this time, we had made it to the outside of the Union, and Cain stopped me just before we were about to make our way up the steps into the large building. Still holding my hand, he led me beneath a small tree, out of the way of the people who were making their way inside.
"Princess," he said, pulling me so that our bodies were flush against one another, "if you are worried about some douchebags who might call us faggots or some shit, don't be. Because if any asshole says anything like that while I am in earshot, I will not hesitate to slug him right in his ugly fucking face."
Once Cain was done speaking, I had to stifle a laugh. Scoffing, he demanded to know what was so funny. I waved it off with one hand.
"It's nothing, really!" I replied, my giggles beginning to subside. "You just can't help but use such filthy language, can you?" At this remark, Cain's expression turned mischievous. He leaned his face in towards mine, and whispered into my ear.
"Oh, Princess. I'm going to show you just how dirty my mouth can get."
Immediately, I could feel my cheeks heat up. One could only imagine what Cain was planning. A shiver ran up my spine.
"J-just… we should go inside already," I sputtered, pulling Cain back into the crowd by his hand. He merely laughed in response.
After finally making it through the throng of people who were outside the ballroom, Cain and I found ourselves surrounded by even more when we entered the actual dance. At the center of the large hall, a swarm of students were all dancing close to one another, either with a partner, or in groups. The music was booming loudly, so much so that I could feel every beat in my ribcage. I certainly hoped it wouldn't be this kind of music the entire night, because I couldn't really imagine that Cain would ever dance to this sort of thing.
Luckily, though, there were plenty of non-dancers meandering around the edges of the ballroom as well, and I quickly spotted Ethos and Praxis amongst them, over by the refreshments table.
Pointing them out to Cain, he and I both made our way over to our roommates. I struck up conversation with Praxis as Cain poured us drinks. Shortly after he handed me mine, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Logos standing behind us, a wide smile plastered on his face.
"Alright, boys, I came to get drunk and steal your dates! They confiscated my vodka at the door, so come dance with me!" he said excitedly and grabbed my hand.
Before Cain could protest otherwise, I handed my drink back to him and followed Logos onto the dance floor. It wasn't long before we were joined by our friends. After a couple of upbeat songs, they started playing a slower one.
"Hate to dance and ditch, Abel, but your boyfriend looks ready to kill," Logos said with a smile before disappearing into the crowd to find another dance partner.
Not seconds later, Cain had stepped in front of me and pulled my body flush against his. Without a word, he placed one hand on my waist and took one of mine with the other. As he moved our bodies in time with the music, I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
It was wonderful, being so close to Cain. Sure, I had been this close before, but the fact that all I had to do was lean on him and sway back and forth to the music was relieving. So many things seemed just so simple when it came to being around him. As we danced, I ended up listening more to the beat of his heart than to the actual music. My thoughts dissipated quickly, though, when I felt Cain lean his face down towards mine.
"Abel," he whispered, lips brushing against my ear.
"Hmm?"
"Come with me," he said, tugging my hand and leading me off the dance floor.
I was a bit disheartened to leave our peaceful bubble, but at the same time I also was curious about where he was planning to go. Most of the rest of the building was probably closed by now, considering that it was almost eleven at night. Despite this, though, I followed without struggle.
He led me down a long hallway that housed conference rooms and various faculty offices. As we walked down the hall, I watched with an amused look as he attempted to open several doors, all of which turned out to be locked. Finally, however, he found one that was unlocked and opened it. After checking to see if anyone was in the room, he pulled me inside and shut the door behind us before clicking the lock.
The office was small, only enough room for the desk, the two chairs that sat in front of it, and enough room to walk between them. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and on the wall opposite the door, there was a large window that looked out over the courtyard of the Union. The blinds were closed just enough that we could see out, but you couldn't see in unless you walked right up to the window. As I looked around, Cain moved to stand in front of me. He inched closer and I stepped backward, stopping when my back hit the door.
"Y'know, Princess," he said, placing his forearm above my head and staring down at me, "I don't think you understand how hot you are."
"I…" I trailed off, a blush rising to my cheeks.
"You drive me fucking crazy," he said with a smirk.
"What are you trying to say?" I asked, biting my lower lip and gazing up at him. I watched as the look in his eyes went from playful to burning with lust.
"Abel..." He chuckled before continuing in a smooth voice, "...I'm going to fuck you 'til you scream."
My eyes widened at the comment. Without another word, he clenched his fingers around my tie and pulled me forward into a bruising kiss. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, but it wasn't long before the agitation disappeared, and was instead replaced with newfound passion as he continued to kiss me roughly.
Probably noticing my sudden participation in our kisses, Cain let out a satisfied groan and grabbed onto the backs of my legs, lifting them up so that they rested around his waist. He did all this without separating our mouths.
Using the new angle to create friction between our growing erections, Cain slid his rough hands down to cradle my ass, holding me in place while he moved his kisses down past my jaw.
"Cain… what's gotten into you all of a sudden?" I muttered, grabbing at the soft hair at the base of his neck.
"Ugh… you in a tux," he confessed quietly, his hot breath on my neck. I blushed, unsure of how just wearing a tux could get him like this.
"You're weird…" I muttered in reply. At this, Cain shot his head back up to look me directly in the eyes.
"You think that me wanting to wreck you and your nice tux is weird? I care to disagree," he said in a low voice. "You're so beautiful, it just makes me want to rip all your clothes off, leave as many bruises and hickies as possible, and hear your screams as I take you on that desk over there."
My jaw dropped. Did I really just hear him correctly? Was this what he was actually thinking? My mind was a blank. I had no idea how to respond to what he just said…
Or maybe I did?
Without saying another word, I pulled him in and kissed him even more roughly, bruising my lips in the process. I didn't care, though. I simply wanted him to do all the things that he had just listed. I wanted him to take me. After all, we were in a dark, locked office, in a part of the building that was completely deserted, the booming sounds of the dance were bound to cover up any noise that we made, and we haven't had the chance to have sex since we got back from Thanksgiving break. It had definitely crossed my mind that Cain might be sexually frustrated, considering the kind of guy he was, but I had never in my wildest imagination thought that he would be like this. It was absolutely fantastic.
Trailing his mouth back down the other side of my neck to lick and suck near my adam's apple, I heard Cain growl.
"Fucking tie…" he cursed, trying to pull the collar of my dress shirt down more so he could get better access. After a few tries, though, he simply decided to take the easier route. Loosening my tie, he undid the first three buttons of my shirt and happily went right back to sucking and leaving marks on my collarbone.
After a few moments of this, Cain retracted from me, stepping backwards so that he leaned on one of the bookshelves. He still had the end of my tie in hand, however, and forcibly pulled me towards him with it, causing me to trip a little. But, through fast acting, Cain placed himself so that as I was pulled, my lips ended up planted right on his again.
"It's hot in here…" he muttered after we broke away. Sliding his hands up my torso and underneath my blazer, he expertly slid it off of me and tossed it to rest on one of the chairs on the other side of the room.
"I think I know how to fix that…" I muttered in reply before pressing our lips together again. As I slid my tongue into Cain's mouth, I glided my hands up to his bowtie and undid it, letting the ends of the fabric hang on either side of his neck. I helped him shed his own jacket before undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"Come on, Abel…" Cain groaned, probably because I was going much more slowly than he had. "I want to fuck you so bad…" he whispered into my ear. I blushed furiously, but managed to form a response.
"Just… one second," I murmured to him. "...I want to try something."
Cain raised an eyebrow in confusion, but didn't protest when I gave him one last peck on the lips before trailing my hands down to unbutton his dress pants.
Pressing my head against his chest out of slight embarrassment, I pulled down the zipper. With one shaky hand, I slid underneath the fabric of his underwear and pulled out his half-standing erection. My breathing was uneven, but I tried my best to concentrate as I gripped the shaft tightly and started to pump it slowly.
Hearing Cain's breath hitch a little when I started pleasuring him gave me more motivation. It only took a few more moments of me sliding my hand up and down on him before he was fully hard, a bit of precum beginning to seep out of the tip. Cain groaned, gripping the fabric of the front of my shirt.
"Abel, let's just fucking-"
"Hold on, I'm trying to concentrate!" I interrupted before he could finish his sentence. I knew all too well that he wanted to go further, and I did too, but first, I wanted to give him sole pleasure. Taking in a deep breath, I got down onto my knees so that I was level with Cain's hips.
Finally realizing what I was planning, Cain sucked in his breath and stared down at me.
"Abel, are you sure you want to-"
Before he could finish the sentence, though, I wrapped my mouth around the tip, sheathing as much of the shaft in my mouth as I could take. Immediately, I could hear Cain moan at the sudden heat. I mentally patted myself on the back, thankful that I was able to give him nearly as much pleasure as he gave me.
Finally taking the plunge, I licked and sucked and kissed his length with vigor. It was a good thing he had done this to me other times before, so I sort of already knew what to do. In addition, every moan he made helped me to figure out what he liked and didn't like, and soon enough, he was tangling his fingers in my hair and begging.
"Abel, please, I'm gonna cum…" he pleaded down to me. "I need you so bad…"
Kissing his erection one last time, I finally pulled back and stood up again to look Cain straight in the eyes.
"Then take me," I commanded him.
Grinning, Cain stepped forward, and in one swift motion he had me laying on my back on the desk, knocking several pencils and a few papers to the floor in the process.
"About fucking time," Cain replied as he undid the buttons and zipper of my pants at an ungodly fast speed.
Before I even had time to respond, my pants and underwear were pulled down my legs to hang off of one ankle. I gasped at the sudden cold on my nether regions.
"Ah- fuck!" I cursed. Smirking, Cain placed himself directly between my spread legs, and lifted me up by my tie to plant a kiss on my swollen lips.
"I'm so fucking excited, you have no idea," he whispered to me as he used one hand to slide into his pocket, obviously searching for something.
I was about to ask what he was looking for, but my question was answered when he pulled out a tiny, travel-sized bottle of lube. I gazed up at him, eyebrows raised.
"Predicting the future again, are you?" I commented, earning a chuckle from him.
"All part of my master plan, yes," he replied confidently, flipping the cap of the bottle open.
"Is that what you do in your free time now? Plan out creative ways and places to fuck me?" I asked with a lowered voice.
"Would you be shocked if I said I did and already have a rather long list?"
"No," I replied. "I think it's fantastic."
With a smile, Cain pressed his lips to mine, and without breaking the contact, he coated his fingers with the lube and proceeded to stretch me out, pumping my erection at the same time.
"Ngh…" I groaned, still not completely used to the feeling of someone else's fingers inside of me. Cain knew exactly what he was doing, though, and easily stretched my entrance enough to fit in a second finger.
"Ahh!" I moaned suddenly, as he managed to hit the really good spot with just his fingers.
"Yeah…" he whispered into my ear. "I love it when you moan like that… your voice is so sexy." I tried to even out my breathing, without much luck.
"Cain, please… get inside me," I pleaded. Giving a soft chuckle, he nodded, and pulled out his fingers.
After quickly coating his cock with the slippery substance, he positioned himself at my entrance, and pulled at my tie while he slowly slid inside. I was gasping for air, gripping the edges of the desk tightly as I tried to relax myself enough for him to completely enter me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" I swore, which I assumed was probably amusing for Cain to hear. It had taken me awhile to realize just how much he was changing me, how much of an influence he had on my behavior. He got me to start swearing more, he was always goofing off with me, and not to mention the sex! That was sort of a big thing too.
To be honest, though, all of these desires were already present in me. Cain was just the one person who had managed to release all of it. Somehow, he could see past the exterior that I worked so hard to put up, and ripped out all the parts of me that I had tried to suppress. It all worked out so perfectly, though, considering that he literally embodied all the things that my father despised. In other words, he set me free.
"Abel, you feel so good…" Cain muttered to me, pulling my thoughts back to reality. Not that I minded, though, since this reality was amazing.
"Please, Cain, move," I pleaded. Smirking down at me, he obliged, and pulled his hips back just so that only the tip of his length was in. Within another split second, though, he plunged himself back in, causing me to let out a broken cry.
"Shit!" I moaned, gasping.
Cain lifted my legs up so they rested on his shoulders, and gazed down at me, breathing uneven and ragged. Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, I pouted.
"Why are you going so slow?" I whined. "Before, you were so impatient…" This earned a chuckle from Cain.
"I didn't realize, sorry. I just like watching your face."
Blushing, I frowned and pulled him close so our noses touched.
"If you like that, then go faster. You'll see what my face looks like then." At this, he raised his eyebrows, obviously dumbstruck. However, the motivation seemed to be enough for him, and, grabbing my hips for better leverage, Cain quickened his pace.
Moments passed, and he finally got to the speed I liked best: the kind that started rocking the desk. Groaning and panting, Cain lifted up the bottom of my shirt and began kissing my abdomen, his hot breaths versus the cold air on my exposed skin causing goosebumps to form.
"Ahh, Cain… ahh, fuck-" I breathed, entangling my fingers in his black hair and tugging gently. It felt amazing, like I was floating, or even high. In fact, the feeling of sex was incredibly similar to being high, except I was high on adrenaline and hormones, rather than drugs.
And, as Cain continued thrusting, those hormones shot through me when he suddenly hit my prostate again. I can't fully remember what happened then, except I think I screamed.
Cain, obviously aware that he had just found the right spot, proceeded to hit it again and again. Meanwhile, I was completely gone, melted away. I had closed my eyes and simply rode the pleasure, fully knowing that I was going to come soon, hard.
"Abel…" Cain managed to say through his heavy breathing, "...open… your eyes."
Despite being so close to cumming, I was able to do what he asked, and I opened my eyelids to look up at Cain, our gazes locking.
He was beginning to sweat, and I could vaguely make out a deep shade of red showing on his caramel-colored cheeks. God, he looked so sexy. And to top it off, he was inside me. Just the thought that I managed to get him this way, that I was able to put him into this state of need and lust, was unbelievable. Who would have thought that this guy, who at first had come off as incredibly intimidating and cold-hearted, would end up sweeping me away like this. I didn't know if we were dating, exactly, because Cain didn't seem like the type to date, but I relished this moment. I could've stayed there with him forever.
And, eventually, the thought of it all managed to push me over the edge.
I climaxed, grabbing Cain's hands. As I rode out the orgasm, I heard him moan loudly, and I could slightly feel a warmth growing inside of me as he came along with me.
Finally, after what almost felt like an eternity, though it never lasted long enough, I came back to earth, and found Cain had lost all his strength, and was now laying on top of me. He was panting, but after a few more moments he and I eventually began to breathe somewhat normally.
I brought up a hand and slowly ran it through his hair. He shifted and smiled up at me, face radiant in his afterglow.
"What'd you think of that, Princess?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"I think we should definitely do that again, sometime," I replied with an exhausted smile. He chuckled in response and pushed himself up.
As we both pulled on our discarded clothes, I couldn't help but watch him. He was moving much slower than he had been earlier. As I watched, I ended up noticing some of the small things he did, such as running his fingers through his disheveled hair, which he did quite frequently. He was extremely attractive, even though I would never tell him that. His ego was big enough already.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not polite to stare?" he asked, jerking me back to reality.
"Not staring," I said. "More like gazing." He snorted, and held out a hand to me, meaning that it was time to go.
"Wait, does my hair look okay?" I asked worriedly. "Does it look like sex hair?" Cain chuckled and shook his head.
"No, Princess. You look perfect as always, now let's go." Sighing, I took his hand, and we both exited the room, being sure to make it look like we had never been there.
Just as we were about to head back to the dance, though, we were suddenly stopped when someone down the hall addressed us.
"Well, well, well," a voice said. "What do we have here?"
