Page 21 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Shouldn’t you make sure another class is available before dropping one?” Colton asked, his stomach twisting in knots. “If I’m not registered as full-time, I’ll be in violation of my probation.”
“You don’t say?” Isaac waved the student handbook before chucking it behind his head and onto the floor. “I’m saving your ass, if you’ll let me.”
Only so he could fuck it; Colton scoffed at the snappy comeback he kept to himself.
“You had econ with Bates, who is an absolute hard ass who hates anyone daring to take his general ed requirement and not treating econ like the most valuable course in the universe.” Isaac made a jerking motion with his hand.
“He’s a sad old man who likes to stroke his ego daily and punish anyone not ready for a metaphoric facial where he expresses his genius. ”
“I only understood about half of that.” Colton scrunched his face. “Does he, like, sleep with students?”
“Gross and no.” Isaac shuddered dramatically. “Just know he’s a dick who likes to abuse his authority over people.”
“I couldn’t imagine having to deal with someone like that.” Colton glowered at Isaac until the goth broke out into a mischievous grin.
“Point is your professors are always informed of your probation status, and someone like Bates would probably make your life hell just to see you squirm.”
Colton was surprised. Isaac switched him to a nicer professor but at an earlier time of day.
Colton didn’t like the idea of getting up at 8 AM three days a week, but he did like that the new professor apparently graded heavily on participation, which meant just showing up and nodding.
That was something Colton could definitely do.
“Why are you working so hard to make my schedule better?”
“So, you don’t fail out.” Isaac shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Colton knew their arrangement and what he agreed to, but that was only so Isaac wouldn’t out his plagiarism, his cheating. Nothing about what they discussed involved Isaac going out of his way to ensure Colton passed his classes.
“Why do you care?”
“If you fail your probation, I don’t get to fuck you anymore,” Isaac said with a wicked grin. “I’m digging the cheap and easy lay. I’d have to hop back on those hell apps to get off if you stopped getting me off.”
Colton scoffed and let Isaac work. It was a lie.
An obvious lie that even Colton caught. Even if he failed his courses, the disciplinary committee only checked his grades at the end of each semester.
Isaac’s arrangement went until the end of the semester, so the timeline of his concern didn’t add up.
“Thank you,” Colton said.
“Whatever. Just try not to fail these easy courses.”
It seemed Isaac had info on all the professors worth taking or avoiding and did his best to set the jock up with the best of the best for a light spring semester.
“All righty.” Isaac clapped his hands and went to retrieve a notebook and highlighters. “Time for some arts and crafts.”
“Seriously?”
“No.” Isaac chuckled. “But I do enjoy a color-coded schedule.”
Soon, Isaac was writing out times and days when Colton and him could hang out.
He’d taken into account Colton’s classes, practices, and studying time—which Colton wouldn’t use.
Still, watching Isaac work so meticulously to set up a schedule, to rearrange his classes so he’d actually be successful, to carve out “SOLO” time every single day so Colton’s every waking minute wasn’t spent on school, baseball, or serving Isaac.
There’d still be time for peace. Extra time since he’d take those chunks of studying sessions for games or something fun.
An impulse rattled inside of Colton, one that’d struck him many times before, but he’d always managed to quell it.
He always managed to push down the desire with logic and fear, to wait for the right time in the right situation with the right guy.
That’d never happen. The only guy in his foreseeable future was Isaac, the only person, and while he might hate Colton, he’d already shown him more compassion than Colton felt worthy of.
He took an interest in Colton’s wellbeing.
It was enough to make him hunger.
Without thinking, without hesitation, without warning, Colton leaned over and kissed Isaac on the lips. Much to his surprise, Isaac didn’t pull back. There was shock in his eyes, and his shoulders tensed from what Colton could see, but his mouth accepted Colton’s tongue.
Such a bizarre feeling. He’d kissed lots of girls but never a guy.
Colton expected the sensations to strike differently, and to some extent, they did.
Isaac brought out more enthusiasm from Colton.
He found himself lost in the goth boy’s mouth.
The piercings added something, too. The lip ring was little more than a decoration, but the tongue piercing—oh, that added a spark every time Isaac lapped at Colton.
He’d run the metallic bar along Colton’s tongue, leading the kiss. It was intoxicating, hypnotizing.
Their lips smacked and Colton let himself fall into the kiss, leaning closer to Isaac and savoring the taste of his mouth as he ran his tongue over Isaac’s.
“What are you doing?” Isaac pressed his forehead against Colton’s, forcing their lips apart.
Colton panted, hungry for Isaac’s mouth. “Just saying thank you, I guess.”
“That isn’t how people say thank you.”
“You’re obviously not being thanked by the right people.” Colton turned his head ever so to go in for another kiss.
Isaac pulled away and moved from his chair to go stand in the center of the tiny dorm room.
“You don’t make the rules here, make the moves, make anything happen that I don’t want.” The edge in Isaac’s voice roused the same tension that’d settled inside Colton over break.
He liked Isaac’s aggression, his anger. While he hated the way Isaac’s rage twisted into hatred for Colton, he did find it somehow alluring how Isaac could pour that malice into Colton and create a spark of…
Colton didn’t know what exactly. But he liked the feeling.
There was something fiery and primitive about it, and while it frightened him, he wanted to dive deeper into the experience.
After all, he didn’t have much say in things, so he allowed himself to be taken in by the currents of Isaac’s authority.
“I know you’re in charge. And I’ll abide by whatever you want.
You can see that, right?” Colton rose from his seat and approached Isaac, cautious in his steps even though Isaac was a force of power.
“But I can’t get our night out of my head.
It’s not what I expected, what I ever thought I wanted, but there’s something about this. About us.”
“There is no us.”
“Yes, there is.” Colton ran his hands through his hair, searching for the right words, but only left with a feeling. “It’s wrong in this right kind of way, and it’s reminded me of what we had but also what we never had.”
Isaac’s anger faded for a moment, replaced by curiosity, perhaps the same insecure musings that’d haunted Colton over winter break. Surely, he’d felt the spark between them again after so much time apart, so much hate, so much wrongdoing.
“I want to explore these lost feelings, the missed opportunity between us.”
“There was no missed opportunity,” Isaac snapped. “There was only you destroying what we had, what we could’ve had. Now, we have nothing.”
“We have this.” Colton grazed his knuckles along Isaac’s forearms, gentle yet eager. “Let’s explore what we never had the chance to before.”
“Fine. But don’t get any ideas.” Isaac kissed Colton again, this time leading their mouths. “You’re just a mouth, a hole, a body for me to use and explore.”
“Of course.” Colton pressed up against Isaac, letting his sculpted muscles push them back toward the bed.
“Don’t confuse this with something it isn’t.” Isaac wrapped a hand around the back of Colton’s neck and held him in place. “You mean nothing to me.”
“You keep saying that. Yet you’ve gone out of your way to help me be more successful. You’ve also—”
“If you fail, I lose my fuck toy,” Isaac growled, tilting Colton’s head and running his teeth along the jock’s neck. “Your success is merely for my benefit. Nothing more.”
“Of course.” Colton shuddered at the way Isaac’s tongue licked from his collarbone up to his jawline.
In an instant, Isaac threw Colton down onto the bed and fell atop him, their bodies lost in a grind guided by their kisses.
Both boys had wanted to kiss for years now.
Colton had seen Isaac’s desperate yearning to press lips since the first blowjob, and now, they were locked in a passionate make-out session.
Colton did let this confuse him, buying into the illusion and deluding himself with the notion that this somehow brought them closer.
It brought them closer than any apology ever would, more than any sex.
Colton lost himself in Isaac’s rough hands that caressed his body, pushing him back onto the bed so the angry goth could have his way with Colton’s mouth.
Every part of him tensed in anticipation of Isaac ripping off his clothes, to slap him mid-kiss, to flip him over and ram his cock into Colton’s hole.
Isaac didn’t do any of that, though. He just kissed Colton while grinding against him. When Colton grinded back, the two panted between kisses.