Student from Hell

My traitorous body.

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW

“Answer with words, Mr. Bourne.” Answer what with words? Did he ask me something? I think so, but my brain needed a few seconds before it processed the whole situation, and that’s because of him and his delicious expensive cologne, that smoky scent that makes me want to breathe him all in, mixed with the sexy, teasing smirk on his face, and other things that are making it a tiny bit hard for me to focus.

“No!” I said loud and determined, but I barely maintain my poker face as I feel Martin nudging me with his elbow as in ‘do it do it do it’, and I give him a deadly look.

I can’t dance with Satan, I would surely lose myself and let him take me to the depths of Hell.

“I’m on a date!” I said while looking at Martin with a fake smile on my face, hoping that he’ll play along, but instead, he smiles back at me, then answers loudly, making sure that at least half of the club heard him.

“We decided that we’re better off as friends.” I roll my eyes and mentally facepalm myself, and make a personal note to punch Martin in his big mouth.

“Martin...” I subtly threaten him, but he looks at me with an innocent smile and puppy eyes, to which I respond with a deadpan look, telling him that I’m not buying his cheap attempt at getting out of trouble.

“I think that I’ll go dance,” Martin said innocently, and if looks could kill he would be dead and buried already.

Martin gets up and leaves without waiting for me to say anything else, and even if I would have said something, I’m more than positive that he would have just brushed me off.

My anger towards Martin is quickly replaced by heat when Satan sits next to me, making sure that our thighs touch.

I go further away because I don’t trust myself around him, but he follows. Of course, he does, but I’m stronger than him. Mentally, because physically he seems quite strong. If not stronger, then at least as strong as I am. And he’s still growing.

Oh, God, I’m a child abuser!

“We can do this until the end of the couch, then start all over again. I have time.” He teased me with his deep voice, and I glare at him.

Stubborn little f**k! Well, not little... but you get the point.

“What do you want?” I asked with a serious expression on my face, even raising my eyebrows to look more annoyed and crossing my arms over my chest as if that would help keep him away.

“You! All of you!” The determination in his too-deep and too-husky voice to be owned by a damn teenager does things to my body, and I clench my jaw hard because I refuse to smile like a damn teenager that HE is, then take a big gulp of whiskey in the hopes that it will burn all those stuff that terrorizes my poor stomach each time he’s in close proximity.

Aaaand, the wave of heat that hit my body like a lightning it’s definitely a fever.

Please let it be a fever!

“Well, you can’t have me, and I’d suggest that you get used to the idea. And, I only came here because Martin insisted. Otherwise, I would’ve been home!” I try to look into his eyes, to show him that I’m serious, but I feel like I’m slowly but surely losing myself in the two green emeralds.

His eyes are simply too magnificent.

“Agree to disagree, Mr. Bourne. I can, and I will have you. It’s just a matter of time.” I roll my eyes to avoid looking at his eyes or his plump lips... inviting plump lips.

I haven’t rolled my eyes so often in my entire life. They will get stuck in the back of my head in this rhythm, and it’s all the devil’s fault.

“You’re wasting your time. You’re a kid, and you’re my student!” I exclaimed in a voice that says that I’m getting tired of saying the same damn thing over and over again, and he looks at me with a sexy, crooked smile.

“It looks to me that you repeated that sentence quite a lot...” He teased again, wearing a sexy and devilish smirk like the arrogant sexy f**k that he is, and all I can think about is how much pleasure I would have if I would strangle him.

And maybe... just maybe kiss him meanwhile.

Or not, Cassius!!! How about that??? How about you leave the kissing and f*****g to someone his age???

“Well, I do have to remind you every time we see each other.” I shot back after I drank another big gulp of whiskey, hoping that I’ll be able to mask my actual desires better and focus my attention on the burning feeling that the whiskey provided once it slid down my throat.

And thank God that I already said my part, because after he took the glass from my hand and drank a sip then licked his lips oh so f*****g sensually, I might have lost the track of my thoughts.

“Mr. Bourne... how many times do I have to tell you that you’re a terrible liar?” With that and with hooded eyes filled with want, lust, and need, he leans closer and whispers in my ear in a deep, husky, alluring voice, -that sends shivers down my spine-, while he rests his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my d**k, stirring it back to life.

His hot breath that hits my skin turns it into goosebumps, his soft lips that touch my earlobe feels like fire, and his scent that fills my nostrils, the dangerously manly scent, the unique smell of leather and smoke that I only smelled on him, makes me bite my lip hard to suppress a moan and stop myself from begging him to do anything he wants with me.

“I know that you repeat that to yourself each time you look at me and wonder how it would be to f**k me. How my d**k would feel inside of you. Am I rough? Am I gentle? Am I dominant? Submissive? Or maybe both? Your gorgeous hazel eyes tell me all I need to know, Cassius.” I swallow the lump that formed in my throat and bite my lip harder, until I taste blood, hoping that the metallic taste will calm my twitching d**k and wild imagination, but to my surprise, the taste of blood is... euphoric.

I think I broke as well.

And I’m 27 and he’s 17-18 for f***s sake! How can he read me so well? Nobody could until him!

I hate him!

And now, how can I keep my voice steady? Please, God! Please help me!

After the little prayer, I clear my dry throat, use my best ‘kid, you’re delusional’, voice, and even scoff to make it more real.

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Well... I don’t know how well that worked, but I did try.

He leans his head on mine gently, burning the skin where our temples and cheeks touch, then inhales my scent hard and loudly, groaning lowly, sending the deep vibrations through the shell of my ear, and I almost groan as well and come on the spot.

You should push him away, Cassius! Now!

“I’m not doing anything but stating facts, and you know it, Cassius.” He sucks my earlobe in his hot mouth and bites it gently, then licks it with his soft tongue, coating my ear shell with his warm saliva, and making me shiver how I’ve never shivered before.

I bite my lip harder to suppress the moan, but the pain mixed with all he’s doing to me turns me on more than I ever want to admit.

God damn it, Cassius, pull yourself together, man! He’s just a kid!

After repeating that a couple of times, I found it in me to pull back, and I shiver again at the dark look that’s clouding his mischievous eyes.

“Such a traitorous body you have, Mr. Bourne...” He lifts his hand and brushes my lips with his thumb, releasing my lip from my teeth’ torturous grip.

FUCK OFF! That’s too embarrassing and... too damn hot for a kid to do!

After a few breaths, I manage to recollect myself and gather my lost voice and thoughts.

Why the Hell did I lose myself? Why doesn’t my body listen to me?

“Actually, I’m doing my best not to punch you. And... why do I even talk to you? Go... go and dance with girls and boys your age!” I tried, but... well, my voice wasn’t exactly as strong as I wanted, and his smirk confirmed that.

He refills the glass of whiskey with me following his every move, enchanted by the flexing of his biceps, the tattoos that paint his strong forearms, and God, damn, it would be a miracle if his shirt won’t be ripped apart by them.

His long and tattooed fingers which would look so f*****g beautiful wrapped around my d**k, are now wrapping themselves around the lucky whiskey glass as he drinks another gulp, and I watch as mesmerized as his Adam's apple bobs up and down, and again, he licks those damn pink lips that would look beyond astou-- No, Cassius. You don’t want that!

But God f*****g damn, how the actual f**k is it normal, or fair, to be so damn hot and sexy and gorgeous at 17-18?

Everyone is ugly at this age. Right? I mean, how the f**k will he look like at 25? This is inhuman! It should be f*****g illegal! Just as illegal as me acting on my desires, or him drinking alcohol!

“And you shouldn’t drink. You’re 18. If you’re 18!” I emphasized the word ‘if’, somehow hopeful that he will tell me at least his age, and praying that it’s 18.

His smirk turns into a genuine smile as he tilts his head, examining my face for a while as if he just witnessed something that he didn’t witness in a long time and forgot what it looks like.

The heated gaze and the genuine smile are literally breathtaking, and somehow, they manage to make me... blush? Oh, God, I hope that the light prevents him from seeing me.

I think it’s time to look at Martin and ask for help.

Who am I kidding? Martin hopes that I’ll let him f**k me right here on the couch.

“You’re worried about me?” He asked in a smooth voice, and for a few seconds, I freeze.

What do I say?

“Well, you’re my student. And you’re 17 or 18, so, you shouldn’t drink.” I’m really proud of the fact that I managed to dodge this bullet, but he smiles bigger, and I don’t know why, but something about his smile tells me that there are not a lot of people that worry about him.

“You worry about me.” He stated in an amazed and slightly tremulous voice, looking at me like I’m the first person that worries about him, and I don’t know why, but this bothers me.

But I can’t show that, I can’t admit it out loud.

“Go and have fun. Because even if, which I don’t, but even if I would want you, I could never. Ok?” I tried again to make him understand me and leave me alone, but of course that he looks at me in disbelief, and the genuine smile turns into his signature sexy smirk.

“First of all, you want me. Second of all, what are you so afraid of?” He stated the first sentence as an undeniable fact, then looks at me with an eyebrow raised, -that’s so hot!-, expectantly, waiting for me to answer his question, but also amused as if he’s curious as to what I’m gonna say next. What lies...

“Look, maybe for you, this is all fun, but for me, it isn’t. I’m sorry if I led you on in the bathroom, I’m the grown-up, I should’ve known better than to kiss you, so I apologize for that, but you have to stop. There are a lot of girls and boys that want your attention, I’m sure of it. Don’t waste your time with me.” I more or less plead for him to let it be, and for the first time, he looks at me like he’s taking into consideration what I just said, and I should be happy about it, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach... am I so deranged? He’s f*****g 18!

I’m tired of repeating this sentence, but if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll forget, and what happened in the bathroom will... no, I won’t think so far.

I’m a grown man, capable of restraining myself. I did it for 27 years, and a 17-18-year-old kid won’t change that.

A.N.

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