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CHAPTER 11

WE CAN’T BE DOING THIS

THEODORE

B ehind Jax’s house is a tree line of huge live oaks, longleaf pines, and, of course, palm trees. It’s a gorgeous during the day, but running through them at night is something everyone should experience once in their life.

? * And today, my experience is chasing Jax. Who, just so happens to be dressed in a blow-up costume, with slides on his fucking feet. The entire situation is actually beyond ridiculous if you stop and think about it and is a serious injury waiting to happen. But for once, I turn my brain off and let myself take what I want. For once.

Jax is fucking fast too, and him being in this costume should be a turn off, but just the sight of him running has my cock waking up behind my black cargo pants.

Only one thought is bouncing around in my head as we weave in and out of these trees, and that’s catching Jax, forcing him to the ground, and feeding my cock down his throat.

He’s jumping over overgrown tree trunks and down limbs at a lightning speed, but I’ve got the right shoes on for this, and I’m not dressed as a giant pink star. Which means, I’m gaining on him by the second. He fucks up when he looks over his shoulder to see how far I am from him, and I watch in slow motion as he falls over a large branch and goes tumbling to the ground.

He rolls over on his back and tries his best to scoot away from me. “You should be scared, pretty boy.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine—it’s deeper, grittier, and the need lacing it is heady.

His shaky voice pleads, “Please don’t do this.”

I immediately stop in my tracks. This might all be a part of the game we’re playing, but the last thing I want to do is hurt or take advantage of him. So I need to make sure. “Use the stop light method if you want this to slow down or stop. What’s slow down?”

With the most trusting eyes, he says, “Yellow.”

“Correct, and what’s stop?” It’s so different not hearing his usual joking manner.

“Red.”

“Good boy,” I praise him, and the whimper that leaves him has me smirking behind my mask.

“And what are you at in this moment?”

He practically moans his answer this time. “Green.”

I take that as my green light, literally.

My hands find my button and zipper, making quick work of both. My eyes leave my pants and look at Jax sprawled out on the forest floor, watching me carefully as I undo my pants. He’s biting his lip as I shuffle my pants and boxers down my hips to free my aching cock.

“Fuck. Yes,” he whispers as he gets to his knees.

I pull the costume from his head so nothing will be blocking my view of him taking my cock.

“You’re going to show me how good that mouth of yours is at sucking my cock.”

He starts nodding his head before the last words have even left my mouth.

Running his hands up my thighs, his needy eyes look up at me. “I’ve only dreamt of this view, Mr. Young.” And with that, he grabs my length and drags his tongue up the underside of my already pulsing cock. “And it’s better than anything I could have imagined.”

“Open. Tongue out,” I command.

And he listens so well—contrary to every interaction we’ve had so far. He opens his mouth wide, tongue out as far as possible, begging for me. Giving him what we both want, I give it to him.

“Give me more,” he begs.

“Keep making those pretty noises, and I’ll give you some more,” I encourage him. He sucks me into the back of his throat, and I see stars.

Grabbing the sides of his head, I gear up to start hammering into his perfect mouth. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”

He nods while his mouth is full, and I don’t need anything else to use him like I’ve been wanting to for weeks. It’s what I’ve dreamt about any time I dare let my mind wander.

I can see him looking around, most likely making sure we really are alone. Who knows if we are, but I feed into it nonetheless. “Does getting your mouth fucked out here in the woods have your cock leaking for me?” He shuffles from side to side on his knees, and I know the answer. “I bet that cock of yours is weeping at the thought of getting caught, isn’t it?” He gives me another whimper, and his eyes are lined with tears from straining to take all of me.

This shouldn’t be this hot.

I shouldn’t have my cock in a student's mouth.

And yet, here I am, watching with rapt attention as he slides his lips down my cock all the way to my pelvis, holding there, and gagging. He repeats it time and time again. Drool running down his chin, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

I rub my thumbs across his cheekbones, collecting the tears, and giving him the praise he’s so earned. “You cry so pretty for me.”

His hand finds my balls, and the first couple of rolls between his fingers has my head falling back on my shoulders. After a few more bobs of his head, I say through clenched teeth, “Fuck, Jax, you’re going to make me come.”

His eyes are begging for it, and he sucks me down and swallows around my head. That does me in. I’m free-falling off the ledge into pure bliss. With my hands still on his head, I hold him there. And to my pleasant surprise he swallows every last drop.

I pull from his mouth, and he wipes the evidence from his chin. He grabs my outstretched hand letting me pull him up to stand. Once he’s upright, he doesn’t waste a second. He lifts my mask up and crashes his mouth into mine, and I let myself sink into his fierce kiss. I groan into his mouth as I taste my release on his tongue. Then, I hear a branch crack in the distance, and I rip my lips from his. My brain finally catches up to my dick, and I realize the situation I have put us in.

Despite the all consuming urge to fuck him against one of these trees, I simply smile weakly and pull my mask back down. “Come on. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you ran off to.”

Hurt crosses over his face, and I know I’ve fucked up. “I-I don’t want my friends… I want you, Theo.”

Fuck this was a bad idea.

What the hell was I thinking?

What good could have come of this?

Was I going to take him back to my place, let him play house, and send him across the street when Bridget was due home?

Jackson Baker is a fucking student at the school that employes me.

I’m engaged to be married.

He has his whole life ahead of him, and I’m going to fuck it up for the both of us.

I know all of this. And yet, here I am.

So, despite everything I want, I do what I have always done, and do what is right. Ignoring his plea, I say regretfully, “Come on. Let’s go.”

The two of us walk through the woods in silence on our way back to his house. The sounds of the upbeat party music are a stark contrast to how both of us are feeling. And once we reach his back yard I stop on the property line. He takes a couple steps before he realizes I’m no longer next to him. And when he turns around to look at me, I can tell he knows what I’m about to say before the words even leave my mouth. But I have to say it anyway. We both need to hear it.

So, I say the words that I’ve uttered way too often, “We can’t do this Jax.”

* ? Nowhere To Go - Bad Omens