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My brows crease as he storms down toward me and I notice a shitload of students calling after him. My stomach drops.
“Get into the car,” Milo demands as he reaches me, whispering low while filled with desperation.
“Wait. What? Why?”
“Just … please. They know I’m gay. It’s like a witch hunt up there. They’re all coming after me and if they catch me, I’ll be fucking dead in seconds.” he indicates down his body. “This shit doesn’t fly here.”
“That’s fucking bullshit,” I demand, standing my ground and refusing to move. “Don’t let them. Stand up for yourself.”
“You don’t get it,” he urges. “I’m as good as fucking dead. Being gay is not acceptable here.”
“I understand that. I don’t accept it, but I get it, trust me, I do. But I’m not going to stand here and have you running scared. It’s not fair. If you don’t want them to know, then we do something about it. You want back in the closet, then that’s where you’re going to go.”
“What?” he grunts. “You’re fucking insane. Once you’re out of the closet, you can’t go back in. It doesn’t work like that.”
I grin wide, strutting over to him. “You want a bet?”
His brows furrow in confusion and the closer I get to him, the hungrier my expression becomes. My hands fall to his chest and I force his back against the car while pressing my body against his. “What the hell are you doing?” he panics, flicking his eyes up toward the angry mob that’s making their way down here.
“I’m going to kiss you, Milo, and it’s going to be fucking hot. Your hand is going to squeeze my ass and you’re going to grind into me until you have those guys questioning themselves. I don’t care if you have to picture me as Jason Momoa, but you’re going to do it and you’re going to pretend that you love it. Got it?”
“You just got done having all these pricks calling you a whore. This isn’t going to help.”
“I don’t give a shit about that. This is more important.”
I don’t give him a chance before my lips press needily against his. I close my eyes and kiss him as though he’s my whole fucking world and I hold back a laugh at the way his body stiffens. I feel his stare on the side of my face and I don’t doubt he’s trying to hold back a gag, but I’m doing this and I’m giving it my all because I’d prefer Milo to be hidden in the closet, where he’s happy and safe, then being out and having to hide in terror.
He’ll reach the point where he can proudly come out of the closet one day and when he does, it’ll be for him and not because someone else has forced it on him. And when that day comes, I’m going to be his biggest cheerleader, until then, I’m going to be his beard girlfriend.
Milo’s body starts to relax and while there’s still a heavy hesitation, he quickly gets on board with the plan. His arm curls around my back and holds me tight before it trails down to my ass. He gives it a firm squeeze and I make sure to press my chest harder against his, showing just how desperately I crave his touch.
His other hand slides up the inside of my shirt, brushing along my skin until his fingers are cupped around the curve of my breast. We look like a couple of horny teenagers and judging by the silence of the crowd staring at us, I’d suggest they’re starting to second guess themselves.
My hand curls into the back of his hair and I fist my fingers into it, grabbing hold and upping the intensity. Milo has been putting on a show of being a straight guy ever since starting high school and today is his best performance yet. I should get him a trophy. Hell, if he was straight, I might even be into this.
He pulls back ever so slightly but keeps his hands moving on my body, making out as though we’re still unable to pull away from each other in our desperation. “Shove your filthy little whore tongue in my mouth again and I’m going to bite it the fuck off,” he murmurs against my lips.
I tighten my hold in his hair and in response, he squeezes my ass to the point of pain. “Watch it, Milo,” I whisper, my lips moving against his as I talk. “Just be lucky it’s only my tongue. I’m more than happy to throw you down and sit on your face to prove your straight.”
He gags. “Stop. You’re going to make me hurl.”
“What’s wrong? The idea of running your tongue over my clit and making me come on your face is not appealing to you?”
