Your Love is Killing Me ~ BxB

Part 14

"William, wait!" I look back and find Mikey jogging closer. His facial expression seems to change a little bit brighter. He must have overcome his earlier shock. But that doesn't mean he gets the fullest understanding about my seeing him as nothing more than a mere 'friend', if you know what I mean. "We still have some time before the break is over."

"And?" I inquire.

"You don't want to spend more time with me?" He asks with a mixture of sulky and nervous tone in his voice.

I send him a calming smile before I cup his cheek. "Oh, believe me I'd love to, Mi. But-"

But I need to put some distance until I'm sure that you eventually know what you are to me. And that is the moment when I see a familiar silvery-blonde-haired person walks into the corridor. Ivan. He walks with a tall blonde guy beside him. They look pretty occupied with their animated chat since Ivan doesn't seem to notice my presence. But I don't care. This can be another chance for me to slap Mikey with reality before he is far too lost in his dreaming.

"But what, William?" Mikey asks.

"But I already have something else to do in mind." Hey, I think I'm starting to like this kind of answer. Louis-kind of answer. It's pretty handy, no doubt.

"What is it?" Mikey asks again.

I walk pass him and towards Ivan, knowing his eyes will follow me. And in a few moments, I surprise Ivan with suddenly grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the corridor.

"Oh, God. What the hell?!" Ivan protests about him being dragged this whole length of the corridor. But I just ignore him. "William, let me go."

I don't let him go until we reach an empty room near the football club locker room. From what I take in, I can tell that this room is used to store gymnastic apparels and is kind of not being entered so often. So, I close the door behind me and face Ivan in his annoyed mood.

"Tell me what was that for?" He demands explanation.

"Well, just a little show for your friend so that he has to think twice before expecting any deeper relationship with me." I explain nonchalantly.

"You mean Mikey?"

"Who else?"

"Oh my God, was it really necessary? Couldn't you just pick up another way? Or at least another moment?" He looks a bit frustrated. I thought someone like him would be a lot more easy-going.

"Hey, why are you upset? What's wrong with you?" I reach his pretty hair and stroke it gently. It is so soft, just like what I thought it would be.

It seems my gesture succeed making him a little bit calmer. "The one I walk with was my crush. It's a rare opportunity for me to have a chat with him. And you just had to ruin it by k********g me."

What?! Holly crap, what kind of bullshit is this? I burst out laughing. "Your what?!"

"Why the hell are you laughing?" He looks annoyed once again.

"I thought someone like you would never do boyfriends." My laughter has decreased in to chuckle. "I thought you never believe in such crap, let alone expecting a boyfriend."

"Well, maybe sometimes I can be less a slut than you are." He answers with his hands folded on his chest.

I snort at his remark. "You are the one who is in that line of work here. So, don't talk non-sense to me. You don't even know if he is gay."

"Whatever." He looks away, still folding his hands.

"Oh, come on. Stop making that face. You look less edible with that." I hold both of his shoulders to shift his attention back at me. "And since we don't have too many times, why don't you just tell me the price now?"

"What price?" He asks.

"How much does a quick bl*w job cost?"

"Well..." He looks me in the eye defiantly. "Since you have made me upset, I'll charge you 50 bucks for that."

I grin at his sulky expression. "I'll give you a hundred bucks if you are willing to put aside your personal issue and start being professional."

His eyes widen. I'm not sure whether it is because of the offered amount or my generosity, but I'm sure he won't take the wrong decision. Not so long after, his eyes are beginning to shot deeper into mine, and hotter. And I can see a bright smile slowly curving on his thin lips. Those skillful-looked lips which got me pretty curious about how good they felt when they are wrapping around my certain part. This slightest image sends an instant urge right to my particular area. I've got an instant hardness. "Well, you should probably kidnap me more often then." He smiles suggestively.

"I like you this way better. Keep this smile of yours." I touch his lips with my thumb. Pressing them gently just to rough-measure how soft the inner tissues are.

"So, what now? You want to waste more time adoring my smile or just hurry kiss me and let me complete my task?" He smirks.

"I don't need your kisses. But I have no problem if you wish to kiss me down there. Now, do what you have to do."

Without wasting more time, he gets down on his knees immediately. Skillfully unzip my pants and pull down my black pants just enough to free my half hard member. He starts stroking the length with one hand, while the other hand is busy massaging my balls.

"F*ck." I try to make my voice sounds composed because, hell, it's tough. He truly is a slut, a w***e, you name it. But I prefer naming him a pro. He is so f*cking good.

"As you wish." He kisses my member from the base to the tip and starts licking before taking it into his wet warm mouth. He manages to suck on it even though his mouth is open so wide to accommodate the large tautness. He nods his head a few times to adjust his throat with its soon-to-be intruder.

Shit, I can't hold it any longer. I want to f*ck his throat right now. I need to. I grab a fistful of his fairy hair harshly, not minding the damage I could cause by doing that and start slamming my hip on to his face. Making sure I hit the back of his throat in every move. And doesn't slow down even when he starts to whimper. I know I'm so close. Well, lucky him, if this is not supposed to be finished before the third period starts, I will have him choked even longer.

"F*ck!" My voice sounds hoarse as I come in his mouth. Still riding my c****x, I move my decreasing tautness in and out a little slower. Letting it spills off all of its content while I'm stroking his hair softly. "Swallow."

I pull out and watch him breathlessly gulping down my seed. He manages to lick a little droplet that remains on the tip of my shaft before finally getting back on his feet and fixing up my pants. "We better exchange our numbers just in case you get addicted to my service."

"Yeah, you're right." I hand him my cell phone so that he can do all the swapping while I'm pulling out a hundred dollars from my wallet.

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