Page 33 of Bend Him, Break Him

Isaac only teased Colton about his studies for another day or so before they resumed their regular routine. The swift and brutal thrusts made Colton cum unlike anything else. In fact, the few days off and Colton’s patience had paid off brilliantly.

When Isaac slammed into him, it didn’t take much for Colton to throb, having refrained from jerking since it no longer offered the same level of release but instead a pale imitation.

Isaac, as always, took his time when fucking Colton in the privacy of the dorm room suite.

Some twisted song by a creepy band called Nine Inch Nails played on a loop, encouraging the primal pace of Isaac’s hips as he rammed Colton.

The chorus of the song Closer fueled Isaac’s need to fuck Colton like an animal, use him and breed him, and pound him deep into the mattress.

Even without touching his cock, Colton came, squirming beneath Isaac with a hungry need for more.

And Isaac delivered until he finally buckled himself, depositing his seed deep inside Colton and gingerly stroking the jock’s damp hair as he gave him sweet kisses along his neck before reaching his lips.

Once they’d finished, Isaac collapsed on top of Colton, letting the full weight of his body pin him.

For such a small guy, Isaac kept Colton confined.

Colton focused on the warmth of Isaac’s skin, the firm touch of his arms and legs wrapped around Colton’s arm, and not the pool of cum splattered on the blanket beneath him.

The pair lay motionless on the bed for close to an hour with Isaac’s soft dick still inside of Colton.

It was something Isaac referred to as cock warming, and he’d done it off and on with Colton as a way to help his ass adjust to the regular intrusion of such a big dick.

“I’m thirsty,” Colton finally said.

“Should’ve swallowed my load when you had the chance.”

“Isaac,” Colton whined, which provoked an immediate response.

The domineering goth grumbled, gently shifting himself off Colton.

There was a small pop as his slick dick slipped out of Colton, and then he kissed the jock on the back of the neck before rolling off the bed.

He quickly retrieved a bottle of water from his mini fridge and some flavor packets in case Colton craved the flavor.

That made Colton smile as he rolled onto his side and took the water.

He didn’t need or want the packets, but he liked the small gesture.

He liked all of Isaac’s thoughtful gestures, even if he never elaborated on their purpose or acknowledged them as anything more than a simple whim he had.

Isaac refused to take a thank you, refused anything kind most days.

Explaining himself was never Isaac’s strong suit, but Colton yearned for conversation almost as much as he craved Isaac’s body.

A body covered in tattoos, which were fully exposed as Isaac stood naked by the bed.

He waited for Colton to finish gulping down the water before tumbling back onto the mattress.

“What’s the deal with the tattoos?” Colton asked, curious and hopeful this might be the sort of thing to encourage Isaac to explain something about himself.

“I get bored and don’t suffer from indecisive decisions.”

“There’s more to it than that.”

“It’s also proof I don’t have self-control and should never be trusted with money.”

Colton nudged Isaac, glowering.

“I also like the pretty colors.” Isaac batted his long lashes, proving to be as reluctant as ever.

Colton changed tactics, aiming for a pleading expression, which only managed to force Isaac to turn his gaze elsewhere. A small opening which Colton would exploit.

“Come on.” Colton tapped the black rose flower on Isaac’s forearm. “What’s this one? It’s more than just rainbows.”

He traced his fingers along the stem of the rose, then grazed each scattered petal that was colored in with a different queer flag from gay men to lesbians, to trans people, to bi folks, and so many other identities that Colton had never heard of until regularly attending GSA meetings.

“The rose is me,” Isaac said, ignoring the petals and running his hand along the barbed wire tattoo on his wrist.

It did a lot to cover the scars, unlike his other wrist, which showed the full attempt he’d made after his attack in the custodian’s closet.

The pain he struggled with all by himself, the pain he rarely acknowledged, not once since the night he first erupted at Colton about his suffering.

Colton swallowed hard, filled with guilt and remorse and a million apologies he didn’t think he was worthy of uttering.

“The barbed wire was a reminder that holding onto people who don’t want you is painful.” Isaac frowned. “Too painful.”

Colton read the text—‘Learn to Thrive Without the Roots’—which was etched within the barbwire tattoo. Isaac never spoke of his family, never spoke of their hometown, pretending the entirety of it never existed as far as he was concerned.

“So, you just wanted a reminder it’s safer to cut yourself off?”

“A reminder it’s not a death sentence to cut yourself loose from someone or something.

” Isaac’s blue eyes glossed over for a moment, then he grinned.

It was wicked and forced, but Colton smiled back all the same.

“The queer shit came later. Jazz found me in our Freshman Seminar class and dragged me to GSA with her, basically holding me hostage until Stockholm kicked in.”

Colton snorted.

“Now, I’m a willing participant in the gay agenda. Damn lesbians.”

That brought a genuine smile out of Isaac. How it comforted Colton to know he found such a wonderful community after escaping their hometown. Colton was grateful for that, grateful that Isaac invited him into this world, allowing him to grow with the GSA members.

“Okay, and the phoenix.” Colton tapped Isaac’s chest, mainly looking for a reason to feel the muscles.

They weren’t massive pecs like Colton’s, but Isaac had a nice build, not that he saw it that way. Whenever Colton would caress Isaac’s body, he’d clam up, then usually toss Colton into a new position and rail him harder. Now, though, he just accepted Colton’s gentle touch.

“Pretty obvious. I’m a flamer, so…” Isaac pursed his lips teasingly while Colton rolled his eyes. “Okay, but seriously, it’s just a reminder of rebirth and coming back stronger.”

“Kind of like the butterfly.” Colton nodded to Isaac’s hand.

He didn’t need an explanation of the phrase D E A D S O U L across his knuckles or the smiley face on one thumb and frowny face on the other. But the butterfly seemed so bright and cheery compared to so many other tattoos.

“Not rebirth.” Isaac traced his finger over the butterfly’s wings. “Second chances. It’s important everyone gets one.”

“Thank you,” Colton said, unable to hold it back.

“For what?”

“For my second chance.”

“This.” Isaac pointed back and forth between them. “This isn’t a second chance.”

“It kind of is,” Colton scoffed because Isaac was always so damn reluctant to see this arrangement as anything more than sex, no matter how much of himself Colton continued to offer to Isaac.

He’d gladly give him more if he had it. If only Isaac would tell him what he wanted, Colton would do it. He’d make it happen, offer Isaac the world.

“You had your second chance.”

Isaac didn’t need to elaborate any further.

Colton’s second chance had come when they first started hooking up, when Isaac looked past the years of bullying and saw the frightened guy in the closet desperate to explain his needs.

Colton realized now that he’d ruined his second chance and that Isaac was too closed off to offer a third.

“I know I’m a dramatic bitch,” Isaac said, lifting the mood. “But they aren’t all pretentious pieces with deep meanings.”

Isaac gestured to his legs, covered in random cute or silly tattoos. Then he slapped his belly and poked the shark-toothed smile stretched from one end of his stomach to the other.

“I think my favorite rando tattoo you have is the tramp stamp.” Colton giggled.

Isaac plopped forward, lying on his stomach so Colton could see the word TRAMP was boldly written on Isaac’s lower back. The literal tramp stamp always made him smirk.

“You said it was a bet.”

“Yes, and I’m not telling you anymore other than the fact that Mina is vile.”

“I’ll just ask her.”

“Oh, she’ll never say.” Isaac gave a menacing expression, wicked with a glint of humor. “I’ve got way too much dirt on her.”

“Well, I like them all.” Colton kissed the tattoos on Isaac’s back, the stitched-up wounds that represented missing wings. “They’re super artistic.”

“Yeah, the art aspect does make me happy.”

“You like to draw, don’t you?” Colton asked, continuing to kiss Isaac’s shoulders. “Any of these yours? Like your drawings?”

“That’s a big ass no on both fronts,” Isaac said with a strained laugh, his blue eyes lost for a moment, possibly on Colton’s question.

It hit Colton how Isaac had liked to draw a lot when they were younger.

Almost all day in every class when they were in middle school, but then by the time they were freshman, he practiced less and less.

By the time Isaac was a junior, he’d thrown away all his sketchbooks.

Colton realized that was because of him, because of the other guys who made Isaac miserable any time he pursued anything of interest.

Colton struggled to find the right thing to say with Isaac most of the time, the right thing to do. He always felt like he ruined their arrangement by talking.

“Keep doing that,” Isaac said with a soft growl.

Colton continued kissing Isaac’s back, his shoulders, the nape of his neck.

Then he brought his hands into it, massaging the stress out of Isaac’s stiff muscles.

The small growls turned into soft moans as Colton untwisted years of tangled knots.

He worked silently for an hour, caressing Isaac’s body, kissing him, touching him, savoring every second spent.