Going to ruin him
What the fuck was I doing? I was going to ruin this boy's life. I was going to fucking hurt him. I knew he had feelings for me, and I was carelessly feeding them when I knew damn well this would lead nowhere.
But he was so good to me. He made me forget, even if just for a while. He drowned down the noise.
I was a selfish bastard. I knew what I was doing was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't stop. I knew the day he found out would be the day I'd lose him, so I had two options, either to end it right there and then or make sure he never ever discovered what I'd done.
"Fuck!" I cursed, punching the wall. I needed to calm the fuck down, I needed to work, paint, do anything other than think about this.
I sat at my desk and mindlessly responded to some emails. It was something that didn't require much intellectual investment while still distracting enough.
"Felix!" Blair called from downstairs. "I'm leaving!"
I checked the time. It was a quarter to five. I headed downstairs to say goodbye to him and immediately noticed the rolled up parchment in his hand.
"Let me see it before you go." I asked. He obliged and opened it up over the dining table. He had made great progress while I was upstairs.
I could see it in his eyes he craved my validation. It was impossible to not melt at the sight of them.
"It's really good." I said, rolling it back up. "Professor Agnes is gonna like it, I'm sure." He hugged me, his arms snaking around me. "As long as you like it."
How was I supposed to control my emotions when he said stuff like this?
"You got ten minutes?" I asked, a fire starting in the pit of my stomach. His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth twisted upwards.
"Depends. What do you want to do in ten minutes?"
While he said this, he placed his palms over my chest, dragging them down my torso.
Swiftly, I placed my hands on his upper thighs and pulled him upwards so he'd be sitting on the edge of the table. My actions surprised him given by the sound that escaped his lips. I spread his legs open, fitting between them, our hips slamming together.
"You tell me." I said, my hands unzipping his jeans. The fabric of our pants rubbed against each other, making me aware of my hardening member.
He gripped my arms so strongly he dug his nails into my skin. "I want you inside me, Felix." One of his hands moved to my hard on, teasing me.
My stomach flipped at his request. If only he knew how much I wanted to plunge myself into him and make him mine.
"That day will come," I said, forcefully taking his hands and gripping them behind his back. He thrashed in protest, but ultimately gave up. "And when it does, I'm gonna drive you fucking wild. Until then, I want to watch you beg for it, desperate for me to fill you up." He moaned as I slid my fingers down his briefs to his cock. Touching him never got old, I was always mesmerized when I felt him and saw his pretty mouth widen, his eyes closing.
With his arms pinned behind him, the only natural position for him was to fall back against the hard surface of the table. I allowed him the more comfortable posture. After all, we only had ten minutes and we shouldn't be fighting over logistics.
I pressed my fingers lightly against his most sensitive area, going torturously slow. He rocked his hips to increase the friction. I loved it when he did that, his actions so sexy and naughty. I didn't put up a fight and granted his wishes, gliding my fingers up and down, circling his cock once in a while. Whenever I touched that spot, he'd open his legs wider, his head falling backwards. He wanted me inside him so bad it actually pained me to deny him that pleasure, but we had to wait.
I continued to circle his cock, connecting my lips to his, drowning out his moans and whimpers. I didn't stop until he came all over my fingers, his sweet sighs enveloping me in a cloud of lust.
His lean body clutched to mine as his orgasm hit. Seeing him brace himself for that wave of pleasure in me, seeking my closeness, was enough to almost make me come.
He held onto me for a little while as the waves of his orgasm rushed through him, but when he finally relaxed and let go, I set him down carefully on the table.
I disconnected my body from Blair's and he immediately protested. I shook my head, looking at my watch. Seven minutes, not bad.
I walked towards the door where he had dropped his things, grabbed his bag, his coat, and his parchment. I then strolled back to the table where he was still lying down, still riding his high. I waved the objects in front of his face. "Don't be late."
He smiled, brought himself to his feet, and took the things, his chest still heaving. His face looked magnificent after coming, red and nourished and vibrant.
"You should fix your hair or you might give your new employer the wrong impression." I said, running my thumb under his bottom lip.
"And whose fault is that?" He asked, batting his eyes. He kissed me, pressing his lips hard against mine.
"Guilty as charged." I answered as we pulled away.
Blair then ran his own fingers on my lips.
"I like your pink lips." He smirked before getting up and walking towards the door. "I'll text you to tell you how the interview went."
And with that he was out the door, making my apartment deadly silent.
I approached my living room mirror. My lips still had some traces of him, his saliva. I didn't want to rub it off, though. I didn't want to rub him off. I licked my lips and I could still taste him.
I liked him much more than I was brave enough to admit.
The only way I'd be able to keep him was if he never found out. I would do everything to make sure he never did.