Page 10 of Love Hate

He stepped even closer, his body pressed hard against mine. Hints of his woodsy aftershave registered in the miniscule breaths I was able to choke into my lungs, the heat from his chest warming mine, and my body reacted against my will, my cock swelling against his thigh.

Between the hand tightening even more over my windpipe, and the downward flow of blood to my groin, there wasn’t a possibility of embarrassment showing on my face as his eyes widened.

“Is that…” His leg pressed harder against me, crushing my erection between us and causing starbursts to dance in my vision.

I reached up and shoved him backward, my head swimming as oxygen rushed back to my brain. With every ounce of willpower I possessed, I managed to keep my chest from heaving, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how close I’d been to passing out.

It was bad enough he knew that it had turned me on.

Jesus fuck!

Sorry.

But…Jesus fuck!

“I’m not writing your fucking paper for you,” I said again, desperate to get back to the argument instead of focusing on what had just happened. “This isn’t high school, Trevor. You can’t seriously think you can pull this shit here and get away with it.”

“I think that I’m still the star quarterback, and you’re still too weak to actually stand up for yourself,” he admitted.

Well, he was wrong about that. I might not be willing to throw a punch, but I wasn’t going to just do his work so he could skate by. And if he kept acting like this I would absolutely go back to the monsignor and tell him to find a new tutor for Trevor.

“We’re really not going to talk about—”

“We’re not talking about anything,” I said firmly. “Text me your assignment notes and your email address.”

I pushed past him and walked out, my hand shaking as I combed it through my hair. That could not have gone any fucking worse. How was it possible that after all this time my body would still react that way to him? Between therapy and…you know…priesthood…I’d really thought I could control myself.

But no. One little hand to my throat, choking off my air supply, and there goes my dick. Betraying me.

Fuck! I didn’t even like him. At all. So why did he still have this kind of effect on me?

Maybe I needed to call my shrink. Or go to confession. Or drop out of school altogether and find a monastery on a mountain somewhere and avoid all people at all costs for the rest of my life.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Chapter Six

~Trevor~

What the fuck was wrong with that freak?

There was no way to deny the fact that he’d gotten a hard-on when I’d been choking him. I could feel it pressed long, firm and thick against my leg.

Which tracked, really. Considering Delia had been only too happy to tell me how much bigger Andy was than me after she’d cheated on me with him. How much better he was in bed. How perfect he was.

Fuck both of them.

I’d desperately wanted to tease him about it, but for some reason I couldn’t. I’d just texted him my email address and the assignment details like he’d asked me to. Hopefully he’d been so embarrassed about what had happened that he’d just do my paper like I’d told him to.

Why would he have gotten an erection though? Was he…was he attracted to me? I mean, that didn’t make much sense. He was constantly surrounded by women in high school. And in a town that small, if he liked guys at all, there was no way that would have remained a secret.

God, why did I even care? I didn’t give a shit about Andy Simpson and what turned him on.

Except…I kind of did.

I mean, in a purely curious and academic way. I might not understand Faulkner, but I understood hard-ons.

I dropped onto my bed and pulled up Google.