Chapter 11
The man's hands palmed the boy's length as he nibbled at his ear. The boy bit his lip as he stifled his cries, the pleasure intensifying with each stroke. The teen gripped the sheets beneath him with sweaty palms, his hips thrusting along with the pumps of the older man. The boy hissed as he tasted the salty blood in his mouth, but his lover silenced him with a wet ki-
"Monsieur Williams, pouvez-vous répéter ce que j'ai dit?" said Monsieur Bonnefoy with crossed arms as he sauntered over to Matthew's desk.
Matthew glanced up from his journal, and looked into the magnificent blue eyes of Monsieur Bonnefoy. Matthew stammered and blushed as he squeaked out a meek 'non monsieur'. Monsieur Bonnefoy's eyes narrowed (in a very sexy way, Matthew thought) as he spoke quietly to Matthew in English.
"I'll need to see you after class." Matthew's eyes widened behind his glasses, worried. Mr. Bonnefoy left Matthew's desk with a wink and Matthew let out a small sigh.
Despite what his teacher said, he looked down and continued his story. He really hoped that no one else had seen it. That would have been embarrassing.
"Vous savez que ce n'est pas juste, oui?" he said as he breathed roughly into the boy's soft neck. Matthew moaned, his trembles vibrating his vocal cords into a delicious hum.
The blond lover was too much for him, his cock filling him almost all the way. He thrust deeper, his hands rubbing across Matthew's chest as he panted lightly.
They'd met after school-every day-since last Monday night. After the dance, the pair had escaped to the elder's room to continue their sexual relations. Matthew didn't know how, but every night had been better than the last. Sure, the desk was uncomfortable at times-but they only had so much willpower...
"Je ne garde-c'est si bon!" Matthew's ass slapped harder against the man's groin, echoing across the room. The man's scruff rubbed onto the younger's cheek-leaving a raw red mark.
His panting progressed to moaning as the older man began to pump at a slow pace, taunting him. Matthew had dreamed of such feelings and sensations ever since he had seen what a hockey player could look like with their jersey off...
The older man whispered sweet nothings into his ear as Matthew road him. The boy gripped the older man's shoulders as he felt the pressure swirl inside his abdomen. He bit his sore lip once more, trying to last longer than the previous times before.
"Francis!" shouted Matthew as he came.
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Heracles Karpusi had always suffered from narcolepsy, but it had never been this bad. All of his classes (with the exception of Classic History and Home Economics) were extremely boring. But even if something wasn't boring, he could fall asleep.
For example, earlier today Heracles had abruptly fallen asleep during his mother's Home Economics class. He had fallen precipitously asleep during a 'lover's spat' between an albino punk and some girl with brown hair.
But, Heracles had found something that would keep him awake no matter what-and that was Kiku Honda. Or Honda Kiku? It didn't matter-he was extremely cute. And kind. And an all around genuine person he could see himself with. But Kiku was also really reserved, shy, and probably would never date a boy like Heracles. Heracles didn't even know if Kiku was openly gay, in the closet, or none of the above.
Heracles was lying under one of the many trees that were located in the courtyard of the academy. He had just woken up from another one of his sleep spells when a small kitten scampered across his stomach. The tiny gray feline purred softly and peeped out a little mew.
The cat's large green eyes starred into Hercales', making him feel small, despite his size. He reached out and pet the small cat, it replied by purring in a petite manner.
"Neko-chan~! Neko-chan~!" shouted an equally small voice. Heracles' eyes shot out and saw a lithe figure jogging towards him.
"Speak of the devil..." whispered Hercales. It was one of the annoying sayings that that annoying American sophomore had been spewing at every moment.
But the angel running towards him made his annoyance wash away. How could he be annoyed when Honda Kiku was there before him?
Kiku had stopped at Heracles, as he gripped his knees and panted lightly. A lone bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and onto the plaid pants of the Greek boy. Heracles shivered and sat up, holding the kitten in the crook of his arms. He suddenly felt the cold despite the warm heat of the sun that shone brightly upon the two of boys.
"Is this, uh, your kitten?" Heracles stared into Kiku's eyes, just how the kitten had done moments before. He quickly looked away as a bright pink blush flushed his face. He tugged at his school jacket, and squeaked out a reply.
"Yes. Well, no. I found him a few weeks ago and fed him, and now he always comes to my room to eat food and...Oh, I-I..." Kiku blushed harder when he noticed that Heracles was still staring at him.
"Here, I guess he's yours then..." said the Grecian boy as he passed the small kitten to Kiku's hands. Heracles deliberately brushed his fingers against Japanese boy's. Kiku finally looked up into his eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Kiku didn't know what to do but Heracles' head was rushing with thoughts as he openly stared back at the Asian boy.
Heracles had never noticed the small sprawl of freckles that dotted Kiku's nose. They were so small, and the pair was almost close enough to kiss if they wanted too...
"A-hem, well, um...Arigato-I mean thank you. For, um, Neko-chan." Kiku retracted the kitten from Heracles hands, petting the gray feline nervously.
"Would you go out with me?" Kiku paused and looked at Heracles. The kitten squirmed and freed himself from Kiku's hands.
Kiku jumped and began to run after the small kitten. Heracles grasped his arm and stared once more into his eyes.
"What...is your answer?" Kiku flushed once more and glance back at the feline. He pulled out of the Greek boy's grip and ran after the small kitten.
Before Kiku had gotten too far though, he yelled back to Heracles.
"I'll-I'll let you know my answer!" was all he said. Heracles smiled happily and soon felt extremely drowsy. Why must the REM sleep come so fast?
But he knew his dreams would be gratifyingly about Honda Kiku. Heracles fell asleep with a drowsy smile on his face.
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"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?" shouted Elizaveta in the busy hallway. Seventh period had just let out and the hallway was filled with people of different shapes, sizes and ethnicities.
Gilbert was following her, nervously lacing his thumbs in his Jansport backpack straps. Elizaveta would not-did not-believe that he was 'a Boy'. The Boy; the one friend she could rely on, no matter what happened.
"I'm-I'm NOT following you-well I am, but that's beside the point-"
"THEN WHY DON'T YOU STOP?" she hissed viciously. Her green eyes were light up with vehemence as she stormed further down the hallway.
"Because everything I've said has been the fucking truth! Why are you judging a book by its cover? I thought you were better than that..." The hallway was empty now, the pair were the only ones left walking to their destinations.
"You thought WHAT? Don't you dare say that to me, you...you...poser." she spit out the word like it was dirt in her mouth.
"You are a grade A jerk. Ever since I came here, you have picked on me-NO, bullied me, until I said for you to go away. Why should I think you are the boy from my letters?" Warm tears were falling at her eyes, and all Gilbert wanted to do was to wipe them away and kiss their salty trails.
Gilbert gripped her wrist and twisted her around. She tried to rip her arm free, but he pushed her up against the last row of navy lockers, slamming his fist at the locker next to them. Her eyes grew wide in fear.
Gilbert searched those green eyes-they were so beautiful... She didn't believe him-not even one ounce of his truth had seeped into her head. He didn't know what to do...
Gilbert's red eyes shone in defeat, his fist slid down the locker and he rested his fore head above Elizaveta's. He breathed in her sent, a mix between summer flowers and mint. She began to struggle as she saw he had given up. She almost slammed her head back onto the locker in order to shock him into freeing her. But before she could...
"Warum hat er sie weg?" he whispered to Elizaveta.
She stopped her struggling and breathed in deeply, not answering Gilbert. Elizaveta had been the only person he had confided in, his feelings were pages in a book she had read and known by heart. But now it seemed like she wanted to burn the very novel she had learned ...He didn't know her feelings. He didn't know if she liked him a little bit. Right now, she most definitely hated his guts.
Gilbert breathed in deeply as he squeezed his eyes shut, and he left Elizaveta by the locker. She breathed out shakily, and smoothed her sweaty palms on her skirt. She stared at Gilbert as he passed the corner, his thumbs dejectedly placed in his backpack straps.
"Ich weiß nicht..." whispered Elizaveta when he was gone. She didn't want to believe him-she couldn't...But...
She turned around, her skirt spinning in the air as she left for her dorm, and her boots clacking along the linoleum floors.
Elizaveta didn't know that he had stopped at the corner. She didn't know that he had slid down the wall as his body gave up. She didn't know that he had heard her reply. And Elizaveta didn't know that he had begun to cry.
"Warum?" he whispered as his voice cracked.
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Hey guys-I know that this is kinda late-it is considering this should have been uploaded the day after Halloween. But you know what? I kinda don't give a fuck. :/
My story hasn't had something to inspire me to write, so it was hard for me to write this chapter...
But I like reviews, and I like when people favorite my story-it means a lot :)
It shows that I'm not a crappy writer like a think I am. xD
Well, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
Oh, and give a BIG round of applause for my editor-who shall not be named unless she wants too-for sticking with me, being a great friend, and for urging me to write more! :)
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