Chapter 11

Abel

At the same time that I was worried for Cain, I was also relieved that he had managed to calm down after what had happened that night after the Winter Formal. It turns out that the actual gift that had been sent along with the letter was a really nice Dior leather jacket. It amazed me that his parents went to such lengths and cost to buy it for him, but he assumed it was probably because they were 'raking in even more money' than my own parents.

Dead week and Finals week eventually passed, but not without all the stress that came along with trying to do well on our final exams. Cain and I studied together even more frequently than usual, and I tried almost every study method in the book to make sure the tutoring sessions wouldn't be for naught. We even managed to keep our hands off each other so that we could spend more time studying, which was a miracle.

And, after it was all said and done, I should have been relieved to have three full weeks of no school, but in all honesty, the happiness was bittersweet.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was dark outside. Groaning quietly, I snuggled further back into the warmth of Cain's chest and pulled the blanket back up over my shoulders. I sighed with content as he tightened his arm around me and placed an innocent kiss on my temple. I giggled quietly as he bent down and nuzzled the crook of my neck.

"When does your flight leave?" I asked quietly. I felt him sigh against my skin before placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Ten thirty AM," he said. I turned and looked at the clock that was sitting on my desk across the room: two forty-six in the morning. The two of us had been cooped up in my room in Beta Omega since Ethos had left early for break on Wednesday. Neither of us had had any exams on Thursday or Friday, so we opted to stay in out of the cold and relax before leaving for break. Mostly we ended up playing video games, poker, and watching movies. Oh, and having sex every so often. It was wonderful, and I wished we had more time to be like that forever.

I turned around so that I was facing Cain, straddling his hips with mine. I laced my fingers behind his neck and smiled down at him.

"So what do you want to do for the next six hours? I don't feel like sleeping anymore," I teased, running my fingers through his black hair.

"Are you an option?" he asked, running his hands slowly up my sides. I shivered and arched my back.

"That depends on if you play your cards right or not," I said, brushing my lips against his. He let out a low growl and leaned up to press our mouths together in a hungry kiss. I moaned slightly as his hands quickly slid down, grabbed my hips, and pulled them forward, rubbing my half-hard cock against his. After breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against his and tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm not very good at card games, Princess," he said with a smirk, slowly trailing his fingers up my back once more. "You might have to walk me through this one."

"That's a lie. You kick my ass at poker," I snarled, rocking my hips against his. He snickered and quickly stilled my attempts at finding friction.

"Getting anxious, are we?" he asked. I nodded slightly, earning a chuckle from him.

"You're such a tease," I said, biting my lower lip. Without a word, he brought one of his hands up and cupped my cheek. He moved his thumb over and slowly pulled my lip free from the grasp of my teeth before kissing me softly.

"Slow down, Princess," he whispered. "I want to savor this, since I'm not going to have you for nearly a month."

"Ugh, don't remind me," I sighed. He smiled and pecked my lips.

"Don't think about it right now. We've still got six hours, remember?" he said. I nodded slightly and he pulled me down into a gentle kiss. Our lips moved together slowly as we held on to each other for dear life.

A month and a half ago, I would have never willingly spoken to Cain, let alone allowed him to touch me. Now, however, I couldn't get enough of him. All I could think about was the taste of his lips as he kissed me, his rough, slightly calloused fingertips skimming over my ever sensitive skin, the heat of his body as he held me close and the warm tint of his eyes when he looked at me. Cain had ignited a fire inside me and I was not keen on extinguishing it. There was something about the way he whispered my name that always left me wanting more.

Before, I had assumed that I already had everything I would ever need. Good grades, free tuition, a great roommate, et cetera. But suddenly Cain appeared in front of me, offering me something I had never realized I yearned for.

I was pulled from my thoughts when he twisted and laid me down on the soft blankets. Pinning my arms beside my head, he gave me his signature Heartbreaker smile and leaned down, kissing me again. Before I had time to react, his warm lips had moved down my jawline and neck and he was placing soft kisses across my chest. He let go of my wrists and slowly dragged his hands down my arms and rested them on my ribs. I groaned and arched my back slightly when he moved his thumbs out and rubbed my nipples. He chuckled slightly as he trailed his lips farther down, fingers following at a tantalizingly slow pace.

"Shit, Cain..." I said breathlessly as he licked the tip of my erection. I threw my head back against the pillow and tangled my fingers in his hair. Another moan fell through my lips as he ever so slowly took the entire thing in his mouth. He stilled for a moment before coming back up and swirling his tongue around the tip as he ran his hand up and down the base. After a few short seconds of this, he retracted and glanced up at me.

"Abel," he said. I groaned at the absence of his mouth and looked down at him. He gestured to me and I sighed.

Leaning over to the small chest of drawers next to the bed, I opened the middle drawer, retrieved the bottle from inside and handed it to him. In another moment, his mouth was back to sucking me, and I barely heard the cap of the bottle snap open.

"Mmm..." I moaned as he teased me with his fingers and continued working his magic with his talented tongue. When he finally inserted his first finger, I tensed up slightly. The feeling was still slightly foreign, as it always would be, but by the time he added a second, it wasn't enough; I needed more.

"Cain... Please..." In an instant both his fingers and his mouth were gone. My eyes fluttered open to see him hovering over me.

"Sit up," he whispered before pecking my lips and sitting back on his knees. Without questioning him, I obliged, giving him enough room to sit behind me. He tugged on my shoulder, gesturing for me to turn around. I did so and he pulled me close, hands holding my hips.

"You ready?" he asked, lips brushing my cheek. I nodded slightly, arms folded around the back of his neck with one hand tangled in his dark locks. My breath hitched as he slowly eased me down onto his erection. I willed myself to relax, his words from the last few times still picking at the back of my mind. I let out the breath I had been holding when he finally stilled, letting me adjust.

"I'm never going to get used to you," I muttered.

"That makes two of us, Princess," he said, chuckling slightly. He placed a soft kiss to my shoulder and continued, "You're getting much better at this, though." I pulled back and gave him a small smile.

"I had a great teacher," I said before pulling his lips back against mine.

I deepened the kiss, brushing our tongues together as he slowly lifted me up before lowering me back down, all too slowly for my liking. He wasn't kidding about savoring this. I pressed our lips together again in an attempt to experience everything he had to offer. He soon allowed me to take over as he moved one hand to the small of my back and the other to wrap around my erection and move in time with our movements. Our pace soon quickened and passionate kisses turned into soft moans surrounded by hot breath filling the air between us. My own whimpers and moans increased in volume as he began thrusting upward, meeting me halfway, and hitting that sweet spot again and again.

I would gladly spend all break here if I could, but alas, he was going back to Russia and I got the pleasure of staying at home and spending every day with my father. I quickly pushed the thought from my head and instead focused on the simple, more exciting pleasures that I was receiving now: the ones I would most definitely be looking back on later.

"Cain...I..." I whispered between moans as the feeling in the pit of my stomach grew.

"I know, Princess," he responded, placing a kiss just below my ear. "I'm almost there, too."

A few thrusts later, I threw my head back and dug my fingers into his shoulder as I found my release. As I rode it out, I faintly heard Cain whisper my name as he orgasmed as well. After coming down from our highs, he laid down and draped an arm around my shoulders as I curled into his side. Resting my head on his chest, I pulled the blankets up over us, suddenly realizing that the air around us was chilly.

"Cain?" asked after a few minutes of silence. He looked down at me.

"Yeah?"

"What am I going to do over break without you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," I said, frowning up at him. He let out a loud laugh in response and put his other arm behind his head as he closed his eyes.

"Masturbate?" he suggested. I huffed.

"It's not the same anymore..." I trailed off, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertips. I listened as another laugh rumbled through his chest.

"We'll figure something out," he said, bending down to kiss the top of my head. I sighed and, as much as I fought it, closed my eyes. I listened to him ever slowing heartbeat as I dritted off again, the man next to me filling my dreams.

As we made our way through the crowded airport, I couldn't help but cling to Cain's hand. Large crowds made me slightly anxious and I couldn't help but feel like I was going to lose him if I let go. After several minutes of slow-paced walking, we finally reached the gate that he needed. With a sigh, he stopped and turned to me. Setting his suitcase upright, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. I clung to him and silently wished that he would change his mind and not go home. He pressed his lips to the top of my head.

"I'm coming back, you know," he said. I shrugged and pulled back to look up at him.

"I know. I just..." I trailed off, sighing. I couldn't put the feeling into words and it was frustrating.

"I have to go," he said. I nodded and dropped my arms back down to my sides.

"Cain," I said as he started to walk away. He stopped and turned back to face me. Before I could convince myself otherwise, I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled his face down to mine, crashing our lips together in a rough kiss. Before he could react, I pulled back and let go of his jacket. He gave me that trademark smirk accompanied by a wink before turning and walking down the hallway. As I watched him walk away, I couldn't help but notice how hard I was falling.

And I wasn't sure if he would be there to catch me when I hit the bottom.

Without Cain, winter break passed by unbearably slowly. I spent the majority of my free time reading, sleeping, watching movies by myself, and, of course, missing Cain. I missed his voice, his laugh, his snarky comments, and, of course, his touch. In fact, I found my body was way too honest about missing him. All too often, I would find myself aroused just from thinking about him, and frankly it was getting frustrating. But I suppose that's why they call it 'sexual frustration'.

Somehow, Christmas eventually came around, and the relatives I disliked all came over for dinner and gift-opening. Thankfully, Aunt Penelope was down in Florida for work, so I didn't have to worry about her.

That, however, was the only hint of fortune I came across, because as I sat in the living room, reading one of my many books, my little cousins wouldn't stop running around screaming, and my aunts and uncles all sat around the dining room table, laughing drunkenly. Why were they even here anymore? All the presents had already been opened, and there was no way that there was any more cherry pie left, so what was the hold up?

"Hey, Abel!" shouted my uncle Jason- on my father's side- from the dining room. "Found any possible girlfriends over at college? College girls are the best!"

"No, Jason, I haven't," I half-hollered in reply. He laughed, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"It's not that hard to do, Abel! Come on, college girls will do just about anything." I scoffed, knowing all too well to what he was referring to. There was a reason he was still single at 47.

"That's alright, Jason," my father interjected. "I'd rather Abel focus on his studies, anyways. There will always be women, but college is only for a short time. After all, if he wants to keep getting straight A's, he doesn't have any time for goofing off." I couldn't help but grin to myself at the comment, thankful that from this angle my face was hidden.

Not even a few moments later, though, my phone suddenly started vibrating in my pocket. Fishing it out and looking at the caller ID, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"Hello?" I answered after swiping the screen to receive the call. There was a lot of background noise on the other end, but I could recognize an extremely familiar voice responding to me.

"Hello, Princess," Cain answered happily. "What are you doing right now?"

"Uh, sitting in front of the couch watching a movie while my cousins run around obnoxiously and the adults are getting drunk in the dining room. Why?" I asked, fiddling with the cover of my book, which now lay on the side table next to the sofa I was laying on.

"Because I miss you and your cute butt," he slurred. I let out a loud laugh and rested my head on the arm of the couch.

"Are you drunk?" I asked quietly.

"Maybe a little bit, but it's Christmas and I'm alone," he replied.

"I know how you feel," I said sadly. "Where are you at, anyway?"

"Bathroom of a bar."

"It sounds like you're having fun," I mumbled. "I'm stuck here."

"Mmm. Abel, do you know what I would do if I were there?" he asked.

"I haven't got a clue," I chuckled.

"I'd fuck you. Nice and slow until you started begging for it," he said bluntly. My eyes widened and I looked around again.

"I don't know. Let me go upstairs and see if I can find it," I said loudly, standing up and making my way upstairs. I closed and locked my bedroom door before letting out a breath of relief.

"What?" Cain asked, obviously confused at the random sentence. I put a hand on my forehead and flopped down on my bed.

"Sorry, I had to get away from my family," I said with a chuckle. "What were you saying about fucking me?" I could practically hear him smirk.

"How much do you miss me, Princess?" he asked.

"Let's just say I'm probably going to let you do whatever you want to me when we get back to school," I laughed quietly, moving my phone to the other ear.

"Mm. Anything?"

"Anything," I clarified.

"So you're going to let me slam you against the wall, rip off your shirt, and run my fingers all across your sensitive skin, making you shiver. Then I'll grab your ass and kiss you. Hard."

"Cain, are you really going to do this?" I asked in disbelief, a blush rising to my cheeks.

"You bet your sweet ass I am," he said in a husky voice. I couldn't believe he was actually getting me hard while he was five thousand miles away. Not that he technically hadn't already, but this time he was probably fully aware of it.

"So what would you do next? I asked, egging him on.

"After I've successfully gotten you hard?" he asked.

"Obviously," I responded.

"Well, I have been wanting to tie you up, that's what's been on my mind mostly." I felt my face heat up at the thought.

"W-why would I want to be tied up?" Cain chuckled on the other end.

"You wouldn't, but I would do it anyways, that way I could do anything and you couldn't stop me," he replied, his voice low. "I'd pull your hair and whisper into your ear as I grabbed your perfect ass, and I'd smack it so hard that I'd leave red marks. And every time I did it, you'd moan, getting me even harder."

"Cain, are you…?" I asked, half-covering my face in embarrassment.

"Yes. Whatever you are thinking, it's probably happening," he replied bluntly.

"But Cain, I'm actually getting hard…" He chuckled.

"I've been hard since before I called you, Princess."

I gasped quietly, and, knowing I had to get rid of the bulge in my pants somehow, speed-walked into my bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I sat on the floor, my hands shaking as I nervously undid the zipper of my jeans.

"Cain, I'm so turned on right now, I can't stand it…" I could almost hear him smirking.

"Damn, I wish I could be there to help you out." Pulling my erection out and pumping it slowly with one hand, I desperately wished that he was with me, too.

"Tell me more…" I whispered, my voice wavering slightly, "...about what you'd do if you were here."

"Well, I think I'd like to fuck you from behind… since we haven't done that yet," he spoke to me, his breathing slightly uneven. "I'd have your hands tied behind your back, and I'd grip them tight while I...hah... fucked you. And I'd have you blindfolded, so you'd... be unable to anticipate what I'd do next. I could... all of a sudden... start fucking you sideways, and you wouldn't even know it was-ah- coming…"

Judging by his breathing, and that one little slip of a moan, I knew for certain that he had to be touching himself, too. Oh my god… I thought to myself, Are we seriously doing this? Omigod omigod omigod…

Despite my internal screaming, though, I continued to get myself off without regrets. Cain had managed to plant all this desire in me, and now that he was all the way on the other side of the world, that desire was now starting to overflow out of me.

"Hah...ah...Cain," I muttered through my moans. "I want you to...ah... fuck me like that sometime." I heard him give a low chuckle between his soft panting.

"If you keep… moaning like that, there's no way I'd pass it up," he said under his breath, his breathing becoming faster and more desperate. "Ah fuck, I bet your ass will be so tight next time I fuck you… ah, fuck! Hah, ah…"

I pumped myself even harder and faster, knowing that Cain was bound to be coming. It was such a strange thought, to think that Cain could get off just thinking about me. I felt on top of the world. And as I finally came, and my vision went completely white, I even felt like I could fly.

"Ah…! Cain… oh god. Fuck, ah…" I moaned loudly, my phone dropping down onto the bathroom floor as I rode out my orgasm. Cum spurted out from the tip of my cock, getting all over my light-blue polo. I didn't even care, though. The shirt was hideous anyways.

Finally, after finally calming down enough, my hands managed to start working again, and I picked the phone off the white floor tiles. Everything on the phone seemed undamaged, since it didn't even fall that far, and as I took a peek at the screen, I was thankful to find that I was still on the line with Cain.

"Cain?" I spoke, putting the phone back up to my ear.

"Had a little trouble, Princess?" said the voice on the other end. I smiled, thankful that he hadn't hung up on me.

"Yeah… I uh, dropped the phone," I admitted, earning a chuckle from him.

"Sounds like something you'd do," he replied. After a moment of us not talking, I spoke up.

"Did… did we seriously just have phone sex?" I blurted out. Cain laughed loudly. I could hear him slapping his knee with amusement.

"Yet another thing I've had you do for the first time, huh?" he said happily.

"Well, you do have a habit of doing that." I replied, standing up and zipping my jeans.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom, peeking around to make sure that no one had snuck in while I was… preoccupied. I couldn't believe I had just had phone sex with Cain while the majority of my relatives, including my parents, were downstairs celebrating Christmas. Oh, if they only knew…

Rummaging through my dresser to find a new shirt, I kept the phone held up to my ear with one hand.

"...So why aren't you with your parents tonight? If you don't mind my asking," I questioned Cain, being sure to not upset him, considering that it was a delicate topic.

"I just…" Cain began, "...don't think I'm ready to see them again yet. I've been thinking about it a lot, believe me." He replied, his voice still a bit slow and slurred from drinking. He obviously wasn't too drunk though, which was good, since I wanted to at least converse with him a little. Quickly switching my shirts, I put the phone back up to my ear.

"It's great that you're thinking about it," I said encouragingly, tossing my dirty shirt into the clothes basket. "I really think the fact that they sent you that jacket and that letter is a sign that they are trying to mend their relationship with you." Cain sighed on the other end.

"I know…." he said simply.

"If you don't want to talk about it anymore, that's cool too," I replied, noticing his lack of response.

"Yeah, I just need to consider it some more," Cain explained. "Anyways, I'm meeting someone, so I have to go."

Huh? Meeting someone? I wondered to myself. I mean, I shouldn't just assume that Cain doesn't have friends back in Russia, but it seemed like this entire time he was trying to run away from his homeland. So who could he possibly meeting?

I didn't voice my worries, though. Not knowing what else to say, I simply replied, "Oh, okay."

"I'll keep in touch," Cain said, his voice sounding happier.

"Alright, talk to you later," I said. Returning the goodbye, Cain finally hung up on the other end, leaving me just standing there, listening to the dial tone.

What if he was meeting a guy? Maybe someone he had previous relations with? What if he was meeting some pretty girl? The possibilities were endless, and my worries grew exponentially as the seconds passed.

Realizing how stupid I was being, though, I shook my head. If he already knew the person, the chance that he was going to sleep with them was minimal, right? I knew for a fact he'd never slept with any of our friends back on campus. Plus… he had me. He didn't need anyone else, right? Then again, we weren't exactly dating either. Never over the past two months had we agreed that our relationship was exclusive. Which, to be completely honest, was starting to bother me.

Over the next few days, I made a point to keep myself from texting Cain too much. He was probably busy with other things, and I definitely did not want to seem clingy. To my surprise, though, he always responded to my messages, and he even gave me an idea as to some of the things he did, most of which included him getting high. Not that I cared, though. It was break, and as long as he didn't do anything worse than weed, I was perfectly fine.

In addition to not over-texting Cain, I also refrained from asking who exactly he met with on Christmas Eve. I knew that he liked his privacy, and I trusted that when he felt like telling me about him or her, he would.

The endless thoughts of him didn't do anything to ease my boredom, though, and it often seemed like time was slowing down just to spite me. I continued to sleep more than usual, watch tons of movies down in the home theater, and I was almost finished reading The Lord of the Rings trilogy for the second time.

Finally, though, New Year's Eve arrived, and even the small bit of excitement was enough to keep me from my boredom.

My parents invited some of the neighbors over for lunch, which was pretty uneventful, but at least the food was good. Other than that, though, the guests we had over were all middle-aged men and their wives, so it was fairly boring, and I ended up just eating up in my room while playing video games.

That night, though, after all the guests had gone, it was just me down in the living room, waiting for the ball to drop on TV. My parents had already gone to bed, since the never were ones to stay up late, but I wanted to ring in the new year, even if there wasn't really anyone else to share it with.

I was curled up under a blanket on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching the last performer take the stage in Time's Square. When they were finished, all eyes turned to the giant glass ball and started the countdown. As the clock struck midnight, loud cheers came through the speakers of the television and the camera panned over several couples sharing their New Year's Kiss.

My heart twisted as I watched all of the happy couples on the screen. I sighed quietly and dropped my gaze down to the popcorn in my lap. All I wanted right now was to have Cain's arms around and to feel his soft, warm lips press against my own.

I was jolted from my thoughts, though, when Elena came into the room, wiping her hands on her jeans. Looking over to the TV, she gasped.

"They already dropped the ball?!" she exclaimed disappointedly. "I rang in the new year peeing… again." I nearly choked on the handful of popcorn I was just about to swallow.

"Isn't that the third time you've done that?" I asked as she sat down on the couch next to me.

"Fourth time in a row," she responded with a laugh. I stifled my giggles and resumed watching the TV. After a few moments, she spoke up again, "Why the long face, Sweetie?"

"What? Oh, nothing. I just… miss people," I said quietly. She nodded and gave me a small smile and look around, making sure that my parents weren't within earshot.

"Miss people, or miss him?" she asked. I groaned and hid my face with the fabric of the blanket, earning another laugh from her. "It'll all be okay, Abel. You've only got one more week and you'll be back at school."

"I know, I just-" I trailed off when I felt my phone vibrate against my leg. I quickly grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. "It's him…"

"Well, answer it! I'll give you some privacy. And Abel?" I looked up at her and held my phone up to my ear. "I approve," she said before swiftly leaving the room.

"Hey," I said into the receiver of the phone.

"How are you, Princess?" he asked groggily.

"I'm okay. A little lonely, but I'll get over it."

"Don't worry," Cain said. "Even though it doesn't seem like it, next semester will start before you know it. And I'll come back and see you." I blushed at the thought. Just imagining seeing him again after what will feel like so long got my heart racing.

"What time is it over there for you?" I asked him, changing the subject. He chuckled softly.

"Eight in the morning, actually. Ugh, I was up so late last night… and I haven't woken up this early since before the semester ended," he explained. I blinked in surprise.

"Really? Why are you up so early?" At first, I heard nothing on the other end, but after a short moment, Cain spoke again.

"Well, to wish you a happy new year, of course." My heart flipped in my chest.

"Are… are you sick or something?"

"No, stupid!" he exclaimed. "Believe it or not, I actually wanted to just say that to you, since all I've had time to do these past two weeks is just text." I smiled to myself, glad that Cain wasn't around to see just how ecstatic I was.

"...Thank you," was all I could say. After a moment, I decided to keep talking, since Cain had specifically called me to talk. "Umm… how did you spend New Year's Eve?"

"Oh, that was another thing I wanted to tell you…" Cain muttered almost inaudibly. "...I, well… I decided to stop by my parents' house." I gasped.

"Really?!" I exclaimed, sitting up straight. He actually did it. "How did it go?"

"It was nerve-wracking at first… I mean, I had almost forgotten what they looked like, to be perfectly honest," he explained. "But, when my mom opened the door and saw me, I could see how… happy she was. She hugged me and didn't let go for who knows how long." I laughed softly, but let him continue. "My dad was happy too… and I actually ended up staying until after midnight. We ate dinner, drank a bit, talked… I'm really glad I finally got the balls to go and see them."

"That's fantastic, Cain," I said genuinely. I heard him chuckle on the other end.

"But enough of the sappy stuff," he spoke suddenly. "You should send me some nudes or something."

"For the twenty-seventh time, Cain, NO!"