Page 95 of His Untoward Hate

He never cried in front of people. But with Jude, he often got emotional and vulnerable.

Sky was astonished internally when, out of the impossible, Jude suddenly smashed his mouth against his lips. It was the last thing he had expected from someone like Jude Finn.

Jude the fucking Finn.

Sky could not move, completely stunned. But despite the shock, one thing remained certain: his feelings had never changed.

Jude was deeply hurt. He was sick. He was not thinking clearly. Sky knew that. There was no way Jude would be doing any of this if he were in the right state of mind.

Earlier, gathering the courage to confess his feelings had taken everything Sky had. It was not easy. If Jude only knew how reluctant Sky had been to expose the truth he had hardly hidden for so long—now, watching Jude like this, Sky almost regretted it. If he were given the chance to make the choice again, he was not sure he would confess at all.

Sky felt a pang of regret when Jude’s face remained completely expressionless, especially when he kissed him without any real feeling behind it. At least that was what Sky felt. Jude simply pressed their lips together and explored Sky’s mouth with awkward curiosity and experimentation. He did not even know how to kiss properly. He was like a puppy nuzzling at the mouth of someone from its pack—innocent, and entirely unaware of what he was doing.

There was no sincerity in the kiss. Sky could feel it. That was why he refused to part his lips for him, despite Jude’s desperate, persistent attempts to deepen it. Jude kept trying, driven by frustration and inexperience, only to become annoyed when Sky would not open his mouth.

Sky should have been happy. After all, Jude was kissing him willingly. It was the very thing Sky had wanted for years. Instead of satisfaction, all he felt was disappointment. He was not happy. If anything, he felt frustrated and used, even.

“I wouldn’t let you kiss me when you are not sincere about it,” Sky admitted truthfully.

The ache in his chest was sharp and heavy. He should have already known this was how it would feel.

It pained Sky more when Jude snickered.

“What do you know about sincerity, Sky Granger?” Jude asked in full sarcasm.

It caught Sky off guard. He gritted his teeth, trying to temper himself, reminding himself that Jude was just too hurt. He was only miserable. He needed to calm himself down and not get mad in retaliation. Sky had known him for so long already. He knew his personality.

Sky stared directly into those gray eyes. He could obviously see how forlorn they were.

“I only wanted you to kiss me back, and you have said a lot of unnecessary things, you jerk!” Jude cried and punched Sky’s chest multiple times.

“Don’t try me, Jude,” Sky warned firmly.

He was trying to cool down and calm his dick as much as possible with his request.

“Try what? What are you going to do, huh?” Jude raised his voice as well as his eyebrows. “I’m already used to your threats, you coward. You asshole!”

Jude glared at Sky, but he did not even know how to get angry.

Sky could not stop himself from reaching for Jude’s arm and pulling him closer. Jude let out a soft gasp. Sky felt the warmth of his uneven breaths brushing against his face.

“I like seeing you this way,” Sky murmured as he drew him nearer. “Not afraid of me anymore.”

Their closeness stirred something deep within him. A familiar feeling in his chest, the one he had never been able to understand before—now beat with undeniable vividness.

“If only you knew how much I am hardly controlling myself not to kiss you and just deflower you right here, right now, Jude…” Sky confessed before he could stop himself, pulling Jude closer as if they were not already closing the gap between them.

Sky’s gaze drifted to Jude’s lips—hydrated, pink, soft, and tender, making it difficult to look away. It was tempting Sky. Jude was breathtaking up close. Every detail seemed perfect—the dusting of freckles across his skin, the shape of his nose, his thick brows approximately meeting in the middle, his eyes behind his thick lenses, the innocence shimmering outward. Sky found himself studying every feature, inculcating them into memory.

There was something about him that left Sky completely ruined. The closer he stood, the harder it became to ignore the overwhelming gravity drawing him in. Jude had unintentionally made something in between Sky’s pants very angry, especially when Jude was this close to him, and a force somewhere in his body pressed his growing possession down there. He was on the verge of giving in. One small gesture from Jude, and all of his restraint might shatter.

“Then stop controlling yourself, Sky. Do it,” Jude challenged while penetrating profoundly into Sky’s gaze.

“I beg you to do it.” Sky stared into his mouth.

Every word spilled felt like slow motion, echoing into his brain and sending a shock of dilation into his dick.

“I beg you to kiss and fuck me.”