Page 59 of His Untoward Hate

“Students of Lindaville University, you may be wondering why there’s a sudden gathering today, but I only have an important matter to discuss,” he announced, skipping any formal greetings as he immediately shifted into a serious tone.

“One of our senior high school students has been absent from class for a week. I will not disclose the student’s name for confidentiality purposes,” he said heavily. “The parents came to my office to report the incident, claiming that their son became involved with drugs here in our school. The police are currently investigating, and there have also been reports that another senior high school student may have been involved in this matter.”

He paused to take a deep breath, trying to contain his frustration as murmurs immediately spread throughout the crowd.

“I truly believed the drug issue had already been eliminated before, but it seems I was wrong all along. What exactly do you think you’re doing? Instead of focusing on your studies, you’re ruining your own future,” he said keenly. “Let me remind you—this is not a place for illegal business or violence, for heaven’s sake. This is a school! Do your parents even know the kind of things you’ve been involved in? You’ve damaged the reputation of this institution, a reputation my family has protected since my great-great-grandfather’s time. I can’t believe this is happening.”

His anger was beginning to surface, and it was clear he was struggling to keep his temper under control.

If he cared about reputation, then he should have maintained the security protocols he had established two years ago, Jasper thought.

“Starting today, stricter security measures will be implemented. We will enforce tighter rules and regulations and begin conducting intervention programs throughout the school. Every morning, your bags will be inspected. Your lockers will be checked regularly, as well as the dormitories. I will call all your parents as well,” he announced firmly, forcing himself to stay composed even though his expression revealed his frustration.

“This will be the last time I address the issue of drugs because I will make sure that whoever is behind all of this will be caught. Mark my words. Now, go to your classes!” he declared, his voice echoing through the area and leaving Jasper feeling uneasy.

Only one thought suddenly crossed his mind.

His brother.

24

A familiar, petite, and fragile body was wrapped within Sky’s much larger frame—small and vulnerable. His scent was intoxicating, lulling Sky into a strange new addiction. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, even in sleep. For the first time, it felt as though he had found his haven, his home.

The warmth of the body wedged against him felt like the very place where Sky rightfully belonged. A huge part of him wanted to claim it as his own. The mere thought of someone else holding him like this was enough to drive Sky insane. It was one of those rare moments when Sky felt an overwhelming urge to protect what he considered his possession.

But sadly, he was not his.

He would never be his.

Sky slowly cracked his eyes open as memories from the previous night came rushing back to him. Every moment from yesterday was still vivid in his mind. Realization hit him like a truck. Slightly startled, Sky carefully loosened his arms, which had been wrapped tightly around Jude’s chest—it seemed so tight, as if he were a precious candy he was not willing to give away to a toddler when he was five years old. He gently lifted himself up and slowly pulled away the other arm that had served as Jude’s pillow.

A sudden wave of nervousness crept through Sky as he shifted slightly, but thankfully, Jude remained in a deep slumber. He had been so drunk that Sky was certain he was still lost somewhere in a world of dreams and unicorns.

Sky lowered his face until it was only inches away from his neck, breathing in his scent. There was something about it that stirred him deeply, though he was already too late to ignore the effect it had on him. Heat pooled through his body as he glanced downward, quickly pulling himself back when he realized his hardened shaft had been magnetically pressing against Jude’s butt, especially since Jude was in a slightly bent position.

Sky silently cursed under his breath when he felt the dampness of precum seeping through his black Calvin. Shutting his eyes tightly, he forced himself to take a long, deep breath, trying desperately to regain control of himself. Sky was only wearing his boxer shorts, his chest bare. He could never sleep comfortably with too many clothes on—shirts, pants, or anything restrictive always bothered him. Jude, on the other hand, was still dressed in his thin slacks and Sky’s shirt.

As Sky looked back at him, he found himself mesmerized by the smooth curve of Jude’s neck, fully exposed right before his eyes. The urge to press his lips against it was overwhelming, yet somehow, he managed to hold himself back despite the struggle. Biting the inside of his cheek, Sky forced himself to get out of bed. He let out a heavy sigh, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

Sky headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face before gargling to clear his mouth. He placed both hands against the sink, slightly bending forward as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath.

He was still hard.

Sky inserted his right hand into his underwear and started stroking his cock. He needed a fucking release. He rarely masturbated because he regularly had sex with other girls, but today, he could not hold himself. Jude really turned him on so badly that Sky had never felt that way with anyone before.

Closing his eyes and lifting his head, Sky imagined Jude riding on top of him with that cute little perfect ass, spanking him as he moaned hard. His tight butt hole got enlarged trying to fit his large erection. The image of Jude never left his mind.

Sky unintentionally released a soft moan when he finally reached the climax. Gasping for air, Sky looked at the spilled cum on the dirty white tiles. He released so much. Sky groaned and gritted his teeth when his dick still did not yield. Strong and wanting more. He drew in a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

Now was not the time to come loose.

Sky stepped out of the shower feeling disgusted and frustrated, repeatedly reminding himself that he was not queer. Sliding into his sweatpants, Sky took a seat on the chair beside the bed and quietly stared at him. What happened last night felt like both the best and worst thing he had ever experienced. Nevertheless, Sky knew that Jude was carrying a heavier burden than anyone else.

Despite everything that happened the night before—the beating Jude suffered from those assholes, the revelation that he was adopted, and the truck that nearly hit him—Sky knew all of it would change their relationship into something different from before. One thing was certain: he would never raise a hand to him or hurt him again. He could not stand the thought of seeing any more bruises or wounds on his body. He could not bear seeing him broken any longer.

It was enough.