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Spencer was asleep on Ezra’s chest, looking so fucking gorgeous. They were cuddled up together as if everything was just fine and dandy. As if Spencer and I hadn’t made out and Spencer hadn’t wrecked my entire fucking world.
It only made me want to strangle Ezra with my bare hands and then smother him with a pillow for good measure.
And I hated how much people were commenting that they were so cute together. #goals and all that bullshit.
I almost broke my damn phone.
I leaned against Spencer’s locker, watching him come down the hallway, Shelby at his side. Shelby was an alright girl. Pretty cool and chill, from what I’d seen and heard. And she would be a good friend for Spencer, who was mostly shy and reserved until someone—like me—hit his buttons just right. And fuck, when those buttons were hit, he was goddamn breathtaking.
Spencer looked up from his phone when Shelby nudged him, and a scowl slipped onto his features when he saw me leaning against his locker door. “Go away, Logan,” he bit out.
“Not happening, pretty boy.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him after me, leaving Shelby gaping after us. I pushed him into the first supply closet I came across and immediately shut the door behind us, blocking his exit. It was dark, and I fumbled with my phone for a second until I got a small light in the room.
“What the hell do you want?” Spencer demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a defensive move—one I was all too familiar with. It made my stomach cramp the slightest bit.
“You have fun with Ezra last night?” I asked.
He gritted his teeth, those pretty, dark eyes flashing with fire. “Fuck you,” he hissed.
I leaned against him, barely biting back a groan at the feel of his hardening cock pressing against mine. He may be angry at me. Might even hate my fucking guts. But he was turned on by me.
I could work with that.
“Oh, I want to, baby boy.” His breath hitched in his throat, and he tried to back up, but he only pressed himself further into the wall. I crowded him in against it, plastering my body to his. His breath panted out of him, fanning across my chest. “I warned you I wasn’t going to let you walk away, didn’t I?”
“It’s just tutoring,” he muttered, but there wasn’t as much strength to his tone. He was weakening. “Just find another tutor.”
I tipped his chin up, smirking down at him. “Thing is, pretty boy, I get fixated on things. And I’m stuck on you. Tutoring or no tutoring, there’s still no getting rid of me. Even if that means I’ve got to share you with that fucking asshole.”
“You’re not touching me,” he growled.
“No?” I cupped him through his jeans, and my precious boy whimpered. The sound went straight to my groin, and I groaned throatily. His lips softly parted, his eyes going the slightest bit hazy. “You sure about that, Spencer? Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body clearly wants something entirely different.”
“I don’t want this—this confusion. This mess. All the fighting. The drama.” His voice sounded weak—drained. I didn’t fucking like it.
I softly kissed him, doing my best to soothe him in the only way I knew how—physical touch. “Then we won’t fight, Spencer. Okay? You have my word. I swear. I won’t start any shit, and if Ezra comes at me over you, I won’t do anything. I promise.” I kissed him again, and this time, he responded. I sighed into it, sinking into him, stroking him over his jeans. “Just don’t walk away from me, pretty boy. I’ll go fucking crazy.”
His breathing was a little faster now, his pupils blown as I continued gently stroking him. “You haven’t already?” he asked.
I snickered. “Not yet, babe.” I kissed him again, officially shutting him up. He moaned into my mouth, and I unsnapped his jeans before plunging my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his steely girth. A throaty groan spilled from his lips, and his head fell back against the wall as I began to stroke him. It was dry, but he didn’t seem to mind, his chest pressing against mine with every rapid breath he took.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Feels so good.”
I mouthed at his neck, nipping, licking, and kissing the skin of his throat as I worked him over, trying to be quick so my good boy wouldn’t be late for class. “I know, pretty boy.” My voice was growly and low, sounding like I’d been chewing and swallowing gravel. “You’re so warm. So slick.” I moaned when precum leaked from his slit. I used it as lube, stroking him faster. He whined. “That’s it, boy. Give me what I want.” I shoved his pants and briefs down more, sinking to my knees. He lowered his head, his lips parted, his eyes slitted. I wrapped my mouth around his cock, and that was all it took.
He spilled into my mouth with a shaky cry, his body trembling. I greedily swallowed everything he could give me before I gently popped him out of my mouth and rearranged his clothes while he tried to catch his breath and come back down to Earth.
Standing back up, I gripped the back of his neck and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He whimpered and kissed me back just as hungrily, his hands twisting into my hoodie. I forced myself to release him, even though it damn near pained me to do so.
“I’ll see you later,” I told him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was damn near impossible to stop touching and kissing him.
“Okay,” he mumbled. “You promise what happened yesterday won’t happen again?” he asked.
I grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. A dopy smile tilted his lips that had my heart skipping a beat in my chest. “I swear on my life, pretty boy.”
CHAPTER 10
Ezra
