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-> Desyre

Kyle

                When Danny walked out of the classroom and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, I knew my suspicion must’ve been correct. He still loved me. I had hoped he had gotten over me but well, I guess we don’t always get what we wish for.

                My thoughts returned to what I had been thinking earlier, why was it Nate the one who came after me? I mean, why him and not Danny? I yelled at Danny yet the one that came back to yell at me was Nate. And I knew that he didn’t like me, to say the least, so I don’t think it was out of concern for my well-being. He did seem awfully attached to Danny, so maybe he had a thing for him? But Danny wasn’t over me yet, he still loved me. And that’s when it hit me, Nate was jealous of me! That was the reason why he didn’t seem to like me! God, poor thing, I now understood why he seemed so tense around me. I thought it was just something about my aura, or that he just didn’t like me, now I got it was because he was jealous of me. Well don’t I have a great life, my boyfriend and star of my nightmares won’t acknowledge me in school, my best friend is in love with me, and the guy who has a crush on my best friend hates me. God, why me?

                Classes finally ended and as I was on my way out I saw Paul talking with some of his friends by his locker. He saw me, looked like he was going to say something or do something, but I wouldn’t know because I just kept walking by, ignoring him. He said we couldn’t talk in school right? Well, I was doing exactly what he wanted me to do. I walked past the school parking lot and onto the sidewalk going right home. God, it sucked not to have Danny around so he could take me to school and bring me home. Maybe I should apologize to him again, that way I’d have my transportation back. After all the guy was never able to stay angry at me for all that long. If I apologized I would be able to speed the process up a little. Yeah, I’d give him a call later and tell him I apologized for treating him badly, he’d tell me it was ok and he forgave me, and I’d have my rides back.

                I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped like three feet in the air when I suddenly heard a horn somewhere around me. I turned around to see what was going on, and saw Paul’s car slow down next to me on the street. I looked at the car almost with disgust before I kept right on walking. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to push him into doing anything in school, but I wasn’t going to forgive him so easily either.

“Hey Kyle, hop on I’ll give you a ride to your house!” I heard him say cheerfully.

                I just kept right on walking. He was going to have to suck up to me if he wanted me to get in that car.

“Why are you ignoring me? You’re still mad at me?” He asked the cheerfulness in his voice decreasing.

                You don’t say! I wanted to answer with a sarcastic remark but I just kept right on walking.

“Come on, Kyle! You know why I can’t be with you in school. What if my dad finds out and kicks me out like he did Nate?” Paul said sounding a little like he was whining.

                That was not what I wanted to hear so he got nothing but my back as I walked away.

“Well what do you want me to do Kyle? You want me to get on my knees and apologize to you? You want me to take you out as a way of saying I’m sorry, you want me to buy you something?” Paul said changing tactics, trying to buy my forgiveness instead.

                Rien. Try again.

“Kyle, please listen to me. Look I’m sorry I did what I did, I really am sorry that we can’t hang out in school, but it’s just the way it’s gotta be. You don’t want me to get kicked out of my house right?” Paul said trying logic now.

                Nada. One more try.

“Kyle, please.” He begged getting desperate.

                That was a little closer.

                He shut off the car and got out, running to catch up to me. He grabbed my arms and stopped me. I looked at him with a disinterested face and he looked straight into my eyes and tried to read my expression. Then he did something I never thought he’d do in public: he pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the lips. He bit my lower lip making me gasp, taking that opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. I just about melted against him. I was so addicted to his kisses, to the feeling of his tongue playing and rubbing against mine. I swear I could come just from having him kiss me. He finally pulled away leaving me panting and feeling like putty as he looked into my eyes again, and I saw in them that he really was sorry. He then hugged me tightly against him.

“I’m sorry this is the way things gotta be babe, you know I would spend all day and night with you if I could. But let me make it up to you. I swear I’ll spend all afternoons with you, I’ll go to your place after practice and we’ll spend all the afternoon together, how about that baby?” Paul asked sounding just this side of desperate.

“Hmmm…” I mused pretending to think about it just to make him wait for it.

“Come on, baby, please, all day I felt like shit after our argument on the cafeteria.” Paul begged, his eyes looking really sad and contrite.

“Alright, but you WILL spend every freaking afternoon in my house. Maybe it is better this way, God knows most of the things I want to do with you can’t be done in public or we’ll both get arrested.” I said whispering the last part in his ear.

                I felt pleased when I saw him tremble and then look at me with a blush.

“O-ok. S-so will you get in the car now?” He asked smiling past his embarrassment.

                I nodded and got into the car with him. He turned on the engine and took off heading to my house. I was satisfied with the outcome of this argument, I got him to come to my house every afternoon and that way we could have some alone time up in my bed room. I smirked, surprising myself. Since when was I so eager to have sex? I wasn’t this way with Danny. I was actually always kind of reluctant when we did it. But with Paul I was like a freaking dog in heat. We arrived to my house and I was desperate to get up to my room. I said hi to my mom and told her we were going to do a project for biology. I also told her it was super important and that I’d prefer it if she didn’t interrupt us. She agreed and I almost dragged Paul up to my room. God, I wanted to be alone with him right now, I was so horny I almost thought I had eaten something with aphrodisiac in it again.

“Kyle, what the-?” Paul started saying as I closed the door and locked it, before pressing him against the nearest wall.

                I kissed him hard, fiercely, not even having to wait for him to open his mouth because I had caught him in the middle of a sentence. I pressed myself harder against his body when I felt him get hard against my hip. I readjusted our positions and started to rub my erection against his, without ever breaking the kiss. I finally pulled back, only to attach myself to his throat and bite him hard there, and then sucking, making him moan loudly. I had him so worked up, and only I could do that.

“Kyle, babe… Oh God…” He panted. “Stop, baby, please… I can’t… It’s too much…”

                I felt pleased at myself for getting him so close this fast, and I was almost tempted of not stopping and making him come in his pants. Nevertheless, I pulled away and smirked, watching as his knees gave out and he slid down the door, breathing heavily and looking all hot and bothered. I pulled him up only to practically throw him on my bed, getting on top of him. I sat up a little and admired him for a little more. I leaned down again and took his lips in the same aggressive passionate kiss as before, pushing my tongue into his mouth and rubbing it against his. I started running my hands all over his body, before finally slipping them under his shirt. His skin was so hot against mine and he was sweating after only a little grinding and rubbing. I slid my hands further up to his nipples before pinching them hard and making him cry out. I pulled away from his mouth and pushed up his shirt to attach myself to his nipples. I bit them and sucked them hard, making him arch and moan and writhe under me. My hands started to go lower until I reached the hem of his jeans and then further down to rub him through the fabric of his jeans. I opened his jeans and wrapped my hand around him, jerking him fast as I continued torturing his nipples. He was breathing heavily again when I finally pulled back to look at the pretty hickeys I has left on his nipples and I could tell he was real close again.

“Kyle, Kyle, Kyle…” He moaned. “Fuck… ”

                I pulled my hand away from him letting his climax recede again. Then I took my time to admire my work and hot damn, I almost came just from watching him. He was breathing heavily, all flushed and tussled up, looking completely and totally debauched. His shirt was pushed up, leaving his chest exposed, his pants undone, his erection pushing out into the air, standing tall and proud, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his ripped navel. I swiped up the pre cum with my finger and put it in my mouth, making sure that Paul was watching me. I cleaned my finger, giving him a show, moaning as I tasted him. Paul looked needy, desperate, he needed me, and he needed me right now.

“I swear I could just take you right here, right now.” I said pulling down his jeans and lowering myself between his legs, licking the rest of his pre-cum from his chest before licking his tip clean as well. Paul whined and I smirked, making him wait a little before I took little Paul into my mouth.

“What are you-?” He started saying before gasping and biting his lip to hold in a loud moan.

                I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks, making him moan and writhe under me. I knew what he liked by now, I knew he liked it when I rubbed his head with my tongue, when I played with his foreskin, and when I rubbed against the underside of his shaft. I knew he loved it when I took him deep down into my throat and clenched my muscles around him. I knew he loved it when I played with his sac while I was sucking him. I knew all that, and I was doing all that. He was bucking his hips, trying to get deeper into my throat, his hands on my head, caressing and pulling my hair. I knew when I felt him tense that his climax was coming and I took that as a cue to move my hand further down to rub my thumb gently against his perineum before rubbing harder, pressing my finger against it. I felt him tense at first but then he cried out and pulled my hair a little, which I thought was a sign that it felt good. I went on rubbing that patch of skin behind his balls for a little longer before continuing further down to gently rub his back entrance, teasing my the tip of my finger in before pulling it back again. I felt him tense once again before relaxing again. I continued to suck him hard until I knew for a fact he was about to come. I took advantage of that and pushed my finger into him in one single quick thrust, quickly searching for his sweet spot and then rubbing my finger against it.

“KYLE!” Paul cried out as he came, writhing on the bed and bucking his hips into my mouth.

                I expected that, but what I didn’t expect was him pulling really hard on my hair, even yanking out a few strands. I continued licking him until I knew for a fact I’d suck him dry and he was clean. I pulled out the finger and pulled away from his cock, glaring at him as I sat up. Don’t get me wrong, I loved sucking him, and I loved the taste of him, but I certainly didn’t love him pulling so hard on my hair. I watched as he began calming down, coming down from his sexual high. He opened his eyes and they looked glazed for a little while before they came into focus as he seemed to remember something. He sat bolt upright, pulling up his pants, which I had pulled down almost to his ankles, and glaring at me.

“I don’t think I ever agreed to be the bottom in this relationship!” He whispered angrily.

                Oh now you’re going to mind your voice volume, huh?

“And what you thought it was going to be me because you’re bigger and stronger than me right?” I asked glaring right back at him.

                He seemed to realize that he had indeed thought I was going to be the bottom in this relationship and I saw him blush before looking down at the hem of his shirt where he was pulling on the loose threads.

“You did! You insensitive jerk! For your information in the bedroom that doesn’t matter! It’s got to do with the way you act, and I’m sorry to tell you that you would be the bottom in this relationship! You’re so submissive it’s not even a joke. You always let me decide when and what we’re going to do and you always let me do whatever I want to you, and you obviously enjoy it. Plus I’ve got more experience and know what I’m doing. You wouldn’t know what the hell to do if you were top, and you’d only end up hurting me like Liam and his minions did.” I told him in a harsh tone.

                He seemed to lose all the fight in him as he saw that I had a point. I knew I was right, it was almost the same argument Daniel used against me and I knew from personal experience just how well it worked.

“But… but you could teach me. I could learn.” Paul said sounding hopeful.

“So you’re still expecting me to be the bottom after what happened with Liam and his cohorts? You’re just an incredible selfish asshole aren’t you? Didn’t you even stop to think that I might just be scared to hell after that? How would you feel if you were the one that got raped? Would you agree to be the bottom?” I asked pulling out my manipulating skills.

                I really didn’t want to be the bottom, maybe it was just because the incident was just too recent, maybe it was the freaking nightmares that tormented my every night, but I got this feeling that it was something that ran deeper than that, something that had to do with trust. Could it be that I didn’t trust him enough to give him my virginity? Stupid. That couldn’t be, I trusted Paul with all my heart and knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. It was just that the incident had only happened a month ago, and to make it worse I had been having those stupid nightmares, and the flashbacks whenever he touched my ass. I just needed time. That was it. Yet the feeling was still there, nagging me.

“Fine, ok, I’ll be the bottom, but just… just not today ok?  I’m… I’m not ready yet.” I heard Paul said in a kind of defeated tone, pulling me out of my thoughts.

                I lowered my defensive stance and got close to him, pulling him against me. Even though I really didn’t want to bottom and I had gotten him to agree to bottom, I felt really bad about it, because I knew that bottoming was a scary thing. I hugged him tightly to me before I pulled his chin up and kissed him gently and calmly trying to soothe away his worries and make him relax. When I finally felt him let go and melt against me I pulled away and looked into his beautiful blue-green eyes.

“It’s ok Paul, we don’t have to do it today, I know you must be scared, and that this must be hard, but like I said, it’s alright. I’m not going to force you if you’re not ready, I can wait.” I said smiling and kissing the top of his head.

                Paul smiled up at me before resting his head against my chest and sighing contentedly. I couldn’t help but smile when I felt him relax and then heard a little snore. Poor thing, he must be really tired, today was a stressful day. We argued three times, first this morning, then after school and now another one. Even I had to admit I was kind of tired. I felt my eyes get heavy and they started to drift shut. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my mom calling us to dinner. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to wake up and get my brain working again, knowing that if we didn’t go down soon my mom would come upstairs and that would be bad. Then I looked down at Paul. He was still sleeping against my chest. I smirked and leaned down to press my lips against him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and rubbed it against his, kissing him deeply and hungrily until I felt him kiss me back.

“What a nice way to wake up from a nice sleep.” He said in a raspy, sleepy tone, filled with gravel, as he opened his eyes lazily and smiled up at me.

                He pulled me down to kiss me again but it was more gently this time. I pulled away and chuckled.

“Ok, Cinderella, that’s enough. My mom’s waiting for us to go down to dinner,” I said getting up and pulling him with me.

                He yawned sleepily and stretched before following me out of my room and down the hall. Before we continued down the stairs though, I stopped and pulled him to me giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling back to smile at him. He smiled at me too and we continued down the stairs and to the kitchen then. I couldn’t help smiling to myself and thinking about how easy and how naturally my relationship with Paul was. I was obviously mistaken about not trusting him, I thought to myself. And I kept repeating that to myself in my head throughout the rest of the evening until Paul was long gone and I was starting to drift off into my sleep. But still I could feel that nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I did trust him, didn’t I?