Chapter Five (Anthony)

Seth popped a movie into the DVD player and we sat on the sofa, sharing a couple glasses of Sprite and a bowl of popcorn. We didn't say too much about our in depth dinner conversation, which I was rather thankful for as I really didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about anything too private.

I was still a little uneasy and itching for some alcohol. In fact, it was enough to make me really antsy. I was used to having a good six pack right about now and ready to pass out in bed, but without it, I felt like I had just skipped all my daily meals.

"Are you all right?" Seth asked at last, turning his head to look at me as the movie played a violent murder scene. I stiffened, then looked at him as I forced a smile. I wasn't about to tell the kid I was feeling withdrawal. Was that what this was anyway? Withdrawal symptoms? I'd have to look it up online.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "Just feeling a little, uhm... Do you have any alochol?" Well, there goes my self-control.

"I guess," Seth agreed calmly, looking away with an expression that told me he was obviously disappointed in my request, "You sure you don't want anymore pop?"

"Seth, I'm an old guy." I deadpanned, making him sigh and nod before heaving himself up from his seat. He took our glasses and went to the kitchen as I sat, shifting uncomfortably in my seat on the sofa. I listened to him open the fridge and rummage around before a door knob turned, making me look up as Taylor came in. He was wearing a pair of checkered black and white skinnies under a low cut neon yellow t-shirt under a fluffy white jacket.

He was smirking before he spotted me and his smirk grew wider as he shut the door quietly, peeking into the kitchen as Seth moved around. He looked back at me, making me frown. He was acting sort of mischevious and after our conversation this afternoon, the last thing I wanted was to be around Taylor. He was the type of kid I'd seen plenty of and wasn't ready to deal with.

"How's it goin', Anthony? Having another date with my brother? Is he being nice to you? He hasn't tried to jump you, he has?" He asked, taking his jacket off and draping it on the sofa near me, making me frown. Seth came into the living room with a sour expression, holding a couple glasses of beer, making my heart skip a beat. I took the glass with a thank you.

"Quit pestering him, Tay. What're you even doing here? I thought you had a party at Rico's." Seth said, his voice tight with annoyance. Taylor pouted, leaning over the back of the sofa near me, but I ignored him as I downed the glass, trying to resist the urge to lick the drops near the edge.

"Key word there, bro, is had. Got busted. So, are you gonna answer my question?" Taylor asked me directly, smiling coyly. I blinked, staring at him before scowling a little.

"Which one?" I asked, making Taylor smirk while Seth cleared his throat.

"Taylor, go away." Seth requested politely, making Taylor roll his eyes, putting his hands up before he went into the kitchen. I looked back at Seth as he shook his head and started to apologize, but Taylor came back in with a good sized bottle of Budlight that made my mouth water.

What turned me off, though, was that Taylor plopped into the seat between Seth and I, bumping us with his hips so we had no choice, but to make room for him. Seth remained silent as if he were quietly contemplating his brother's immediate demise and I just rolled my eyes as Taylor took a sip from the bottle, leaning forward.

"So, what're we watching?" He asked, studying the slaughter images on the screen. I frowned, resting my elbow on the arm rest of the sofa, propping my head up with my hand.

"A slasher flick. Don't you have homework to do?" I asked dully. Taylor smirked, leaning back on the sofa before looking at Seth.

"That's what you get for dating older men. They nag about your school life." He told him. Seth's face screwed up in irritation as he leaned on Taylor, ducking his head to mutter something in his ear. Taylor blushed furiously and shot to his feet, setting the bottle of beer right in front of me on the coffee table before he left. I knew he did it on purpose. There was plenty of other places to set that thing and now it was right in my way.

My mouth watered for it and I licked my lips, glancing at my empty glass before looking at Seth, who was shaking his head.

"Sorry about that... Uhm, he gets drunk on the weekends." He muttered, scooting back over. I nodded slowly, still staring at the bottle.

"Yeah, well, kids will be kids." I murmured. Seth glanced at me out the corner of his eye, then looked away.

"You shouldn't quit cold turkey if you're trying. It'll hurt."

"I know." But I lacked self-control. Promising myself one sip will turn into a gulp which would turn into a whole cup, then a bottle, then several... Ugh, just thinking about it was driving me nuts. I needed a distraction and this movie wasn't helping. I turned to Seth, who was still trying to get comfortable from Taylor's interruption.

"I need a distraction." I admitted at last. He should have no problem jumping me after what he did while I was drunk. He should have no problem doing it now, even though I was sober, right? Seth stared at me for the longest time, then got up. At first, I thought that was his idea of rejection until I realized he was turning off the lights and checking the hallway to make sure Taylor wouldn't bother us.

He came back over and sat beside me on the sofa, turning on the movie, but fully ignoring it. He turned to face me and I waited for him to say something, but instead, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I held my breath for a second, before letting him kiss me. The way his lips worked against mine, tonguing them open. He was slowly pushing me back on the sofa so I was lying down, my head on the armrest.

He leaned over top of me, his eyes closed as he stole my breath away with his talented tongue. Part of me was surprisingly irritated at how good at this he was. He probably had plenty of practice-- And why wouldn't he? He was young and attractive and smart to boot.

He was quite a catch and the fact that he was interested in me was appalling, but at the same time, I didn't like the thought of anyone else being around him. Even Taylor got on my nerves, but I knew how close siblings were, so I wasn't about to tell Seth to kick his brother out; though, it was tempting.

I felt Seth's warm hand sliding up my shirt, snapping me back to reality. I felt my breath hitch and I watched Seth intently. He looked new to having a guy partner, though. Kissing was easy no matter what, but he seemed a little clumsy when it came to playing with my nipple. I hadn't noticed last time because I was so drunk, but I figured it out with the way he kept rubbing his thumb back and forth.

I reached up, putting my hand over his, my thin shirt the only thing seperating skin from skin. Seth looked at me and I kept my eyes locked with his, fighting the urge to blink as I squeezed his fingers over my nipple. He pinched and I moaned, biting down on my lower lip. Seth flicked his tongue over his lips and pinched me again, harder this time and gave it a harsh tug that gave me goose bumps as I moaned again.

Seth pinched and pulled on my nipple, bringing his mouth to mine again as we kissed hungrily. My blood felt like it was reaching a boiling point, causing my cock to harden. I felt Seth's hips brush against mine, both of us moaning at the friction. I reached down and pulled his hips closer to mine, grinding my bulge against his. He hissed past clenched teeth, breaking our kiss to give me the hottest look I'd ever seen.

I almost came right then and there, but managed to contain myself as I slipped my hands up from his hips, pushing his shirt up and taking it off over his head. Seth tossed it aside, then pulled my shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

I didn't even notice the beer that sat on the coffee table, glistening from the television that was still playing the scary movie.

I put my arms around Seth's neck, pulling him down so our mouths met again. I ground myself up against him, breathing heavily. Seth ran his hands down to my hips, then to the front of my pants as he hurriedly undid them, pushing them down. He leaned back, letting me kick them off.

This was moving faster and part of me wanted this to stop. I shouldn't be doing this, and with a student no less.

But what the hell? Why did I care? I was still on leave and it was winter vacation. Neither of us were in school right now and it's not like anyone would find out. Sure, Taylor would know, but he wasn't the type to report it to the dean.

And all of my worries went out the window as Seth undid his jeans, letting his erection brush outside the confines of his pants, rubbing against mine. I moaned, tilting my head back against the armrest of the sofa, gritting my teeth as I slipped a hand down Seth's back to pull him closer to me. He reached between us, taking both of us into his palm, stroking up and down sensually.

Pleasure rippled through me and I felt like I was lost to reality. Everything around me faded. No more alcohol, no more bars, no more sad music or bubble bathes, no more wishing for someone to make me happy. Because Seth was right there, working on both of us and I felt myself so painfully close to my peak.

Another second and I let loose, panting as my cock emptied itself onto Seth's hand. Seth came a second later, growling low in his throat as he leaned down to capture my lips. We panted, riding out the fiery ecstasy of our orgasm, our lips locked the entire time in a savage kiss that left my lips feeling swollen.

We finally broke apart and I fell back on the sofa. Seth was still breathing heavily, his eyes watching me.

"I like being the distraction." He said at last, making me laugh breathily. I rolled over onto the edge of the sofa, reaching out to grab my shirt when I felt Seth put his arms around me. I froze for a full minute as Seth kissed my shoulder, his hands stroking my chest gently.

"Don't get dressed yet." He murmured in my ear before kissing me there. I bit my lip for a second, then slowly fell back onto the sofa, looking up at Seth as he studied my body with interest.

"Do you really like it when I play with your nipples?" He asked, making my face feel hot. I was thankful for the dark and the dim lighting of the television so he wouldn't notice. I raised an eyebrow at him, then propped myself up on my elbows to get closer to his face. Our noses brushed, my breath hitching at his intense stare.

"Yeah, so what?" I murmured against his lips. We weren't quite kissing. I just brushed my lips over his teasingly, pleased to see him getting hard again. I watched a vein throb in his throat as he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue brushing my lips.

"Just making sure," Seth breathed, running of his hands down my bicep before placing it on my chest, "I'll keep it in mind whenever I'm distracting you." He pinched my nipple, making me bite my lip and fight the urge to moan, which didn't really help. He rolled the tender bead between his thumb and forefinger before peering into my face again. I kept my teeth planted in my lower lip as Seth continued to watch me squirm. My nipple was sore by the time he stopped, but I didn't care, because I was hard again.

He traced his finger down my chest and stomach to my groin where he twirled his finger around the tip of me, making me groan. My arms gave out and I fell back against the sofa again, watching Seth press his finger against the slit, rolling the fluids there before bringing it to his mouth where he licked his finger and went back to keep poking me there before trailing it to my sac.

I ground my teeth together, but it was useless. I slumped, giving up as I moaned, closing my eyes in bliss as he cupped my balls, massaging them gently. My groin ached and throbbed for attention, my toes curling as I drew my knees up on either side of Seth's hips. He continued to watch me intently as I gave myself over to the intense pleasure.

Like I said, I lacked serious self-control and I was finding it impossible to say no to him.

I savored the feel of his hands touching me, his eyes staring like he didn't care about anything else in the world.

Damn, that was hot. And so was the fact that he was rock hard.

I reached up, pushing on his chest. I pushed him back and he obeyed, sitting back, watching me curiously now. I licked my lips to moisten them before I leaned forward, spreading Seth's legs. He frowned for a moment, then gasped as I took the tip of him into my mouth. I sucked him there gently, tonguing the tip of him before taking him further into my mouth.

I peered up past my hair to see Seth breathing hard, his eyes screwed shut, expression twisted into something hellishly dirty. I smirked around him, then closed my eyes and went back to sucking on him. I kissed the tip of him before moving my attention to his balls. I licked at the sensitive skin, making Seth's toes curl. He sank his hand into my hair and I let him tug on it, his teeth gritted. I sucked on his balls for a moment longer, then turned my attention back to his cock. I barely got it into my mouth before he came.

I winced, withdrawing as I kept my mouth shut, swishing my tongue around his essence in my mouth. I swallowed, clearing my throat and coughing as I sat up. Seth, panting, looked up at me, lifting a brow as he leaned back on his elbows on the arm rest.

"Sorry, but all of that was your fault."

"Yeah," I drawled, "Sorry. I should've warned you I was very talented."

"I rather find out for myself." Seth responded, making me chuckle as I leaned back on my knees for a moment, only to have Seth reach out. He coaxed me into his arms until I was sitting in his lap, hovering just over his hard shaft. He pulled my mouth down to meet his, his hands on my hips. We kissed for a moment longer and judging by the way he was rubbing himself between my legs, he was getting impatient.

"Please tell me you have a condom or something." I muttered, pulling away. Seth scrunched up his nose.

"I'm clean."

"I don't think that's the problem, but whatever." I sighed, then glanced around in hopes of finding some kind of lubrication. My eyes landed on the beer bottle, but I quickly averted my eyes, clearing my throat before sticking my fingers in my mouth. Seth watched, entraced as I sucked on my fingers, wetting them heavily so they dripped with saliva. I held my breath, reaching behind me, inserting a finger.

I held my breath, grimacing at how tight it felt. I had never let myself be taken by another man. I was usually the one doing the taking, but it was good to switch it up every so often, so I needed to stretch out a bit.

I added another finger, then another, moaning past clenched teeth as I shoved my fingers inside myself, spreading them to stretch the muscles out. I peeked an eye open at Seth, who looked like he was suffering, lying there with his throbbing hard-on. I actually chuckled at that and finally took my fingers away from myself. With his hands on my hips, I positioned myself and slowly lowered myself down on top of him.

Seth ground his teeth together, growling again in a way that turned me on big time. I sighed heavily as Seth pierced me right to the core. Stars danced across my vision and I ignored the stinging pain of it all, focusing on the way Seth pulled back before plunging back in, hitting that same spot again.

I gasped and grabbed the armrest of the sofa on either side of Seth's head as I moved up and down, feeling him strike that spot over and over again. I had never thought something like this would be so... erotic, so sexy. My pace quickened and Seth dipped his head, taking one of nipples into his mouth, his hands gripping my ass as I moved. His tongue danced around my sore nipple, teeth scraping it tenderly.

I gritted my teeth in an attempt to keep from coming, but it did nothing and I released with a sharp cry that came from deep in my throat. Seth moaned, holding me tighter as he plunged himself harder inside of me, fueling my orgasm to last longer. I actually felt tears stinging my eyes at how powerful the pleasure was. I panted hard and gave up trying to hide my voice as I moaned and groaned for more until Seth came.

I came a second time at that, feeling his heat fill me. I writhed in his arms, tilting my head back to moan loudly. I didn't care that Taylor was probably in the hallway spying on us or that Seth's neighbors could hear. I was feeling too good.

And for once, there was no alcohol involved.

I was usually drunk when I had sex... Because I was usually drunk a good portion of my life, but I wanted to be completely sober for something this good.

Something about the way Seth felt inside me felt so right. It gave me goosebumps and made my heart pound so hard, I felt like it was going to burst out my chest. I finally slumped down on top of Seth, breathing hard as he kept his arms wrapped around me, his head resting against mine.

"I feel like we were just part of a porno." Seth admitted breathlessly. I snorted, but said nothing. I just wanted to lay there forever, listening to Seth's heart pounding in my ear like a lullaby.

I couldn't remember a time that I truly felt this good. So purely amazing. I felt like I was traveling on cloud nine. I felt so warm and so comfortable. I didn't want to move at all. I could sleep here...

So I did.

I hadn't exactly meant to, but that intense pleasure just sucked out all of my energy and I drifted off to sleep, enjoying the feel of Seth underneath of me, his hand running up and down my back slowly, soothing me to sleep.

I woke up, expecting to see that I'd been tossed out or at least kicked onto the floor, but instead, I was still lying on the sofa with a heavy quilt over top of me. The sunlight peeked in through the blinds in the living room area, making me grimace before I paused to stare at the bright white rays that slid across my face.

For once, there was no piercing headache and nauseating hangover.

I was sober.

Completely and utterly sober.

I smiled at that, dropping my head back down on what felt like a nice soft pillow. I was about to close my eyes and return to sleep when I heard someone moving around in the kitchen. I lifted my head again and leaned over, peering through the dining room and into the kitchen to see Seth moving around, making what smelled like a really good breakfast. He wore a pair of loose pajama pants that hung on his narrow hips, piling a little at his feet and being a bit too long. A shocker given how tall he was.

I saw movement out the corner of my eye and saw Taylor standing at the end of the hallway, staring right at me. Heat filled my cheeks, but I wasn't going to let a kid tease me, especially with that smug look on his face, so I narrowed my eyes.

"What?" I asked. Taylor held his hands up in defense, closing his eyes and making an "oh please" face before he smirked at me, putting a hand on his hip.

"Did I say something?" He asked innocently. I scowled and dropped my head back down on the pillow. Taylor walked over and I nearly expected him to cause me some issue, but he just patted the clothing on the table. I recognized it as the clothes I'd worn last night, only they were fresh and clean now, folded up neatly.

"Washed your clothes while you slept. You can shower if you want. We've already cleaned up." Taylor told me, then went to join Seth in the kitchen. I was still suspicious of the little shit, mostly because of what he said to me back at the university about stealing me from Seth, which again, sounded like some ridiculous soap opera line. It was nearly laughable if the kid didn't look so serious when he had said it.

I finally forced myself to get up, using the blanket to cover myself before I went to the bathroom with my clothes. I showered, cleaning every nook and cranny before I changed into my clothes, dropping the blanket in a laundry hamper. I came out to see that breakfast was set on the table and my stomach belted out a growl that would've embarrassed me, were I not too hungry to care.

I sat down with Taylor and Seth in silence, shoving forkfuls of egg into my mouth, biting off toast in big bites. I felt Taylor watching me, which was mildly annoying, but Seth distracted him by conversation, probably sensing my discomfort.

"Taylor, you need to stop giving out our phone number to random strangers that you meet at parties."

"Why?"

"Some weirdo called here around six in the morning. Six, Taylor. No one's alive at six in the morning."

"Weirdo...? What'd he sound like?"

"Kind of like he was punched in the throat." Seth admitted, making me look at him curiously before we looked at Taylor, who smirked.

"Probably because he was. That was Eric. He's one of those nerdy Christian kids who still doesn't know what a condom looks like. He's in my psychology class and the guys in there like beating the crap out of him." He responded, making Seth roll his eyes and rub his temples. I looked at Taylor pointedly.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm a teacher at that school and it just so happens that Eric is also in one of my history classes." I replied, instantly recognizing Taylor's description of the lanky kid. He was a small thing with freckles and innocent blue eyes and blonde hair that just made him the stereotypical goody-goody. He always wore clothes that were a size too big and carried enough notebooks with him to actually make him stoop. The kid would be cute if he actually fixed himself up.

What bothered me was that people were bullying him. I definitely wasn't the type of teacher to pass those things by just so it wouldn't ruin my day.

And Taylor saw that instantly.

"What're you gonna do? Tell the teacher?" He asked flatly. I frowned.

"It's students like you that make me wish the switch was still the in thing in schools." I answered honestly, pretty much making it obvious that Taylor annoyed me. Taylor grinned at that, but Seth cleared his throat, giving Taylor a glare.

"I have an idea, go out and get us some coffee. We're all out." Seth said, taking money out and handing it to Taylor, who shot to his feet at that, snatching the money.

"I'm stopping by Starbucks instead." Taylor told Seth smugly. Seth scowled, watching Taylor leave the apartment before he looked at me.

"I'm sorry about that." He apologized, but I shook my head, biting into a piece of toast and taking a big gulp of orange juice. Part of me expected the flavor of vodka to linger in it when I remembered I wasn't at home. Orange juice actually tasted pretty good without alcohol. Fresh and sweet.

"It's fine," I said between bites, "He's a kid."

"He's been a kid for too long."

"They say men mature slower."

"Taylor's not a man... He's some kind of he-she." Seth drawled, making me laugh. He smiled at that, looking pleased. I drank some more orange juice to hide my smile. I liked the way his eyes danced when he watched me.

It actually made me feel special.

The phone rang, but Seth ignored it as he continued eating. I gave him a curious look until the message machine picked up.

"Heyyy." It was a girl's voice. Seth's eyes flashed and I was surprised at how quick he got up and snatched up the phone. He went into the kitchen to finish his conversation, making me frown.

What the hell was that?

That was definitely a girl's voice and there were way too many Ys at the end of her "hey" for it to be simple and friendly. I felt something in me spark and I winced.

Damn it... Damn it, what am I even doing? First of all, I had no right to be jealous. Seth and I had just gone out a couple times, so of course it wasn't like we were dating or anything. We were teacher and student. It was a strict rule with dangerous consequences should it be broken.

Seth had every right to have a girlfriend, and why was that surprising?

He was charming and attractive, well built and so smart. Everything about him oozed testosterone to the max. Of course girls would be throwing themselves at him. Even if they didn't last long, they were still his relationships.

I didn't have any right to be jealous...

But I still couldn't stop the gnawing anger and hurt at the back of my mind.

"Sorry about that," Seth sighed, coming back and placing the phone on the hook, "She's from one of my classes and didn't get the assignment for it." Then why did you move like a wet cat from a bath tub? I kept that thought to myself and just nodded, returning to eating. We ate in silence now.

And the entire time, my chest was hurting.

Stop it, Anthony. Quit being a child. You're used to the dating ring. A couple dates, maybe some sex here and there, then onto the new one. There was absolutely nothing new about it...

Goddamn it, I need a beer.