Mean's POV

Before I could stop him, Plan climbed onto the bed, straddling me.

For the life of me, I could not move, even if I wanted to. I found myself paralyzed from taking any action. As if in slow motion, I watched him helplessly as he lowered his head and started sucking on my neck.

"Stop!" I cried, pushing him away, "this is sexual harassment! This is ra...aaa...aapppe!!!"

I hated how my voice turned into a high pitch at the end of my sentence, making me sound like a whining teenage girl.

Then just as quickly, it was over.

He flung me away from him and stood up from the bed and said, while pointing his index finger threateningly at me, "I have promised P'New not to react to any of your provocative comments, but if you make me reach my limit, what I have just done is what I will be doing to you every single time that you provoke me into doing it."

It was my turn to be rendered speechless.

I couldn't believe how I found myself reacting to the warmth and moistness of Plan's mouth against my skin. Dammit, I'm straighter than a measuring stick. There wasn't a single ounce of gayness in me.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not a homophobe. I have many friends and acquaintances who are gay and I enjoy their company, but as for my straightness, there would never be any if's or but's about it.

I lightly placed my hand on the part of my neck where Plan had sucked on it.

I was still lying on Plan's bed. I looked up at him, not even able to let his words sink into my brain, because the thought that I had enjoyed the feel of his mouth on my skin shocked me to my deepest core.

When I recovered from the shocking thought, I leaped out of Plan's bed and rushed to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me.

I placed my hands on the bathroom sink counter top, placing my weight on them as I leaned forward to look at my image in the mirror, still unwilling to believe what I felt about what Plan had just done to me.

He had threatened to do it again each time that I provoked him to his limit.

Should I provoke him to his limit each time I get the desire to feel his mouth on my neck?

Noooooh, Mean, nooooohhh!!! What in bloody hell is going through your brain?!?!?!

Plan's POV

I stood still looking down on my bed from where Mean had just jumped before locking himself in the bathroom.

I was still in shock at what I had just done to him. At the same time I was satisfied that he seemed to have been traumatized enough not to provoke me again.

I certainly hoped that he would not report to P'New what I had done to him.

I kept asking myself, what in the name of all that was holy, made me do such a thing to him.

Maybe I had just wanted to show my dominance, that I was not going to sit back and let him do or say whatever he wanted to me.

I touched my lips. I could still feel the silkiness of the skin on his neck.

I did not enjoy it, no, I did not enjoy it at all.