It was strangely hilarious, the entire situation.
Someone grabbed my hand and I looked over to see Benny. He had just returned to school that day, but I’d gone to visit him over the break and found out that Carson had started a campaign to try to get him back. It was all over school that Carson, the ultimate pretty boy and ladies man, was gay and in love with Benito Bonanno. Most people thought it was delicious gossip and rather sweet if a little awful that Carson had almost gotten Benny killed.
There were some who thought Carson was suddenly diseased.
Tom Anton, one of his best friends, was obviously one of them.
Benny stared up at me with sad eyes so I squeezed his hand in reassurance.
King let go of Tom to turn to the two male teachers and explain himself. It was a mistake. Tom swung out so quickly that no one had time to shout out a warning. He caught King right under the left side of his jaw and sent him staggering back.
My palm spasmed in Benny’s as I fought the urge to storm forward and wring the little prick’s neck.
“You would defend the cocksucker. Probably feel guilty about being the one to sell him the drugs in the fucking first place. Everyone knows you and your thug ass dad are pushing bad shit,” Tom leered.
Harry was behind King, taking his arms firmly behind his back before he could attack, while Warren took Tom in much the same pose.
“That’s enough, Tom,” Warren bit out.
“You ruin peoples’ lives with that shit,” Tom shouted. “You think you’re some hero but everyone around here knows you and your fuckin’ family are scum.”
“That’s enough!” I shouted, stepping away from Benny and into the fray.
I stormed up to Tom and sneered, “Only cowards result to name calling and violence without provocation. You want to put the spotlight so badly on everyone else, maybe we should take a closer look at what you’re hiding, Tom?”
The boy went white as a sheet.
I nodded curtly. “That’s what I thought. Now, be quiet and follow Mr. Warren and Mr. Reynard to the office.”
“Bring King,” Warren said to Harry over his shoulder as he began to escort Tom to the office.
Harry hesitated. “He didn’t do really anything wrong, Warren. He was defending the boy.”
“He was incendiary. He needs to be punished as well.”
“No,” Benny stepped forward, in line with me. His full bottom lip quivered but he jerked his chin up and said, “King was one of the people who found me. He saved me. Now, he saved Carson from a disgusting bully. Just because you don’t like that he’s a biker or whatever, doesn’t mean you can punish him when he’s just being a decent human.”
Inside, I clapped uproariously.
Outwardly, I bit my lip and watched.
The students began murmuring their agreement until someone started chanting, King, King, King. Soon, the hall vibrated with the call and when they wouldn’t stop, not even when Warren ordered them to, he scoffed and went off with Tom dragging behind him.
The group broke into a little cheer, and I caught King’s eyes in time to see him stare in awe at his supporters, as if surprised that anyone would be on his side.
It made my heart ache to see it, but I resolved then and there to always be the one beside him, even and especially when it went against popular opinion.
The truth was, he was young, too wild and reckless, filled to the brim with sex and vigor. His eyes promised to burn me alive, incinerate my inhibitions, turn my morals into ash and my soul into tinder. He held the torch, the threat against everything I had ever stood for, and he had the balls to dare me to come closer. Yet somehow, I found myself obeying, willingly laying myself on the pyre at his feet with open arms. Because if I was going to burn, I was going to make sure we did it together.
“Fuck, you know how to a make a man feel like a fuckin’ god,” King growled as I took him into the back of my throat.
His hands flexed in my hair as he pulled me back and forth over his cock slowly, firmly, so that each thrust was a journey I’d buy tickets to ride over and over again.
He pulled out of my mouth and I immediately held it open for him, my lips wet and swollen from paying homage to him.
“You suck my dick so good, babe,” he praised me, rubbing a thumb over my plump lower lip.
I pulled it into my mouth and sucked hard until he grunted and pulled away to replace it with a firm thrust of his cock.
God, I couldn’t get enough of the way he tasted, salty and clean, the feel of his silky skin over steely flesh, ribboned with thick veins that begged for the trace of my tongue. I groaned around him, wrapped my hands around his hips so I could grab his firm ass and shoved myself further down his length.