Page 29 of Bend Him, Break Him
He started leaving study notes in Colton’s textbooks.
He added hyperlinks to Colton’s papers, forcing him to look into the attached articles and find useful information that inevitably made his essays better.
He even tricked Colton into attending a math tutoring session by convincing the jock they were going to fuck in the library.
Thank God Colton hadn’t unfastened his pants before walking into the study room Isaac had reserved.
That would’ve been awkward dropping his slacks in front of a room of folks.
Isaac had also started leaving Colton healthy snacks, prepping meal days for him to assist with his diet.
It helped since he had to balance fitness for baseball and something digestive for bottoming on a regular basis.
There was an awkwardness Colton clung to when discussing his bathroom needs, but Isaac was very nonchalant about the whole thing, simply there for Colton and his ass whenever it was ready for Isaac to take.
Everything since they got together had been the dream experience Colton had always wanted with college.
Even the awkwardness, the bizarreness, the uncomfortable manner that brought them together held this dreamy nature in Colton’s mind.
He had everything he wanted: success on the field, success in classes, success in the bedroom.
It was an unexpected success since he never considered subbing before this arrangement.
And now, he couldn’t imagine anything else.
He couldn’t imagine not having Isaac dictate his days, plan out his schedule, help sort out his conflicts.
The only issue came with the fact that he’d found the perfect guy to date who didn’t want to date him, to acknowledge they were anything other than physical.
Even these gestures were just a way for Isaac to exert control, which Colton liked.
Wanted. Needed. Craved. More than that, he wanted to show off Isaac, to share what they had, and maybe scare a few people with his intimidating goth boyfriend.
Every minute of every day was planned out with something adventurous, even in a tiny way.
Colton would have lunch with the GSA members, then slip off to the student parking lot, where he’d trail behind Isaac, following him to his beat-up, old station wagon.
The pair pretended not to be in company until Colton could discreetly get in the back seat.
The fear of getting caught always aroused and frightened Colton, but Isaac would find the perfect parking spot to pound out Colton’s ass between classes or ream his throat raw.
Oral after his Composition II course became standard practice.
By the end of the first month, Colton had become a pro at swallowing Isaac’s massive dick.
Sure, he still gagged and choked, but not nearly as much, and always in just the right way to get Isaac off in under ten minutes. Under five on good days.
Though, Colton did notice Isaac came quicker when they were in public—whereas when he’d head over to Isaac’s dorm room, the grumpy goth would drag out his fucks.
Whether using Colton’s mouth or ass for the night, he’d always edge himself close and keep going, savoring the satisfaction of pumping into Colton until the jock’s body quivered.
Colton became raw with his emotions, with the pleasure and pain that came with pleasing Isaac because that often brought the dom to climax.
Isaac always found new ways to spend time with Colton, which he loved.
When the goth boy started showing up to the campus gym, Colton nearly burst into laughter.
The first day he came, he was in hot pink jogging shorts exposing his pale tattooed thighs, knee-high anime socks, and an oversized hoodie with some death metal band image.
“You’re gonna need something different unless you want everyone staring at you,” Colton said discreetly during a well-timed water break where he and Isaac could linger close to each other. “Staring at us.”
Colton wanted to drop the act and workout with Isaac, but the rest of the GSA wasn’t at the gym, and Isaac still preferred the group dynamic as a public buffer for their interactions. Not that he ever interacted with Colton when the others were around, merely stayed silent and kept close.
Here at the gym, though, a lot of athletes were in attendance, some from Colton’s baseball team or, at the very least, friends with them.
“No one’s staring at me.” Isaac glanced around, leading Colton’s gaze where he noted how people actively avoided looking too long at Isaac.
They might steal a look and snicker at Isaac’s silly outfits which he continued wearing every time he worked out nearby, but no one wanted to be caught gawking at the pasty goth guy wearing weird clothes. It seemed Isaac had the perfect camouflage.
Though Isaac and Colton had very different workout routines, Colton did ensure he always timed his cardio alongside Isaac’s.
And while Isaac never looked his way, never acknowledged his close proximity, he always picked a machine where either side was empty so Colton could always slip in and run beside him, bike next to him, or walk up a mountain of steps miserably with him.
“You’re in a lot better shape than you look,” Colton wheezed after finishing his cardio.
Despite being a smoker, Isaac didn’t take nearly as many heavy breaths.
And while his frame was slender and his muscles weren’t nearly as big as Colton’s, Isaac had a firm, solid build.
His biceps were well-defined, and his leg muscles put Colton to shame.
His abs even poked out a bit, less definition than Colton’s but there all the same.
“Everyone looks at me and sees a sassy twink.” Isaac grinned. “But I’m more of a sadistic twunk.”
Colton snorted at that, then resumed the rest of his workout.
And like most things the pair did in public, when all was said and done, they’d make their way to the locker room and find the last shower stall.
Sometimes, they’d linger for a few minutes until it cleared out a bit, but often, someone would be blasting music while they cleaned up.
If not, Isaac would turn on heavy metal and rage fuck Colton while they washed up.
Beneath the music, Colton only ever heard his own muffled groans, Isaac’s aggressive grunts, the slap of wet skin, and the squeak of their shower shoes.
Getting fucked against a tile wall always seemed so much hotter in Colton’s mind, and for Isaac, it must’ve been something exciting.
He always ravished Colton a bit more assertively in the showers, slamming into Colton with no reservations and running his soapy hands up and down Colton’s tired muscles.
But Colton found it exhausting to stand hunched over, spreading his cheeks as he was railed against the wall, all while stifling his voice until Isaac got off.
Colton only climaxed about half the time in the showers, but he didn’t push to finish either, usually telling Isaac he had so they could hurry up and actually clean off.
Isaac was a stickler about bringing Colton off, either with a brutal fuck or a gentle hand tug.
Sometimes when Isaac would lube up his hand and stroke Colton to completion, he’d close his eyes and envision all the times Isaac had blown him.
He missed Isaac’s mouth, missed the devotion he spent sucking Colton off, but he’d learned to take pleasure in this new dynamic, finding the role of serving Isaac mostly intoxicating.
Even if his dick still throbbed with an ache for dominance, still craved to ram its way into a tight hole and fuck and fuck until Colton had been fully pleased.
That wouldn’t happen between him and Isaac, though, so Colton put it out of his thoughts, rarely entertaining the fantasy.
“Still coming to game night?” Isaac had asked as he changed beside Colton in the empty locker room. It was the only reason he spoke. If even one person was in there—someone either knew or not—Isaac would be on the opposite side getting dressed.
“Yeah,” Colton answered, knowing this was not one of the GSA game nights that he kind of enjoyed. They played ridiculous board games while making terrible cocktails, but it always turned into a silly event that Colton enjoyed much more than the noisy frat parties he’d grown tired of attending.
When Colton got to his apartment, he rushed to get ready.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tim intercepted Colton before he reached his room. “Where ya heading, dude?”
“Out.” Colton shrugged and half-smiled.
“Care if I tag along?”
“Uh, um, I’m sort of a guest of a guest.” Colton’s smile twisted into a frown. “I can text ‘em about it. Not sure the situation.”
“I fucking knew it.” Tim slapped Colton’s back and laughed. “Who are you banging?”
“What?” Colton croaked.
Devon rustled in the kitchen, clearly curious by Tim’s comment and probably ready to report back to Leon with any findings.
Fuck, how Colton hated that friendship. If it were just Tim, then maybe he could share the information.
No. No, he really couldn’t. Isaac and Colton agreed on discretion.
That meant he couldn’t even tell Tim. Even if he believed his friend, his roommate, his teammate could and would keep the secret.
“It’s not like that.”
“Oh, then it’s definitely like that.” Tim grinded against the air. “Just tell me it’s DL because of commitment issues and not their relationship status.”
Colton quirked a brow.
“Don’t fuck a bitch with a boyfriend. Or with a girlfriend.” Tim winked. “It never ends well, and then suddenly, you’re the asshole for breaking up a couple. Like, I can’t help it if I lay down better pipe.”
Tim didn’t ask if Colton was bedding a guy or a girl or anyone else, but he didn’t make any assumption either way. And Colton knew that Tim truly didn’t care.
“Maybe your pipe doesn’t matter,” Devon said sharply. “Maybe you just don’t fuck someone in a relationship.”