Nine

"Jules?"

The voice on the other end spoke before I could even reply, making me exhale slowly. How in the telepathy did he...

"What are you doing right now?" I asked casually, toying with the hem of my shirt.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied after a rustle. "Just laying in bed. You?"

"Me too."

"I... thought you'd never call. I was just thinking how I would go about trapping you in the locker room again."

And I was busy thinking of all the things we could do in the locker room together, but I digress.

"You asked Toby about me."

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I couldn't help myself. It's just, you disappeared ever since that day... I had to ask."

"Then I have to ask... What do you really want from me, Avery?"

"I... I don't know," there was a pause. "Look, I can't say I don't want to experiment, because I do. But, I also wanna hang out, get to know you."

"So... Friends with benefits then?"

"That... sounds better than an experiment," he said sheepishly, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. Whatever we do, it'll only be if you want it."

I sighed.

"Have you ever even been attracted to guys before?"

"Never."

"So I'm the first?"

"Yes."

I bit my lip, "How long have you been questioning your sexuality?"

"I'd say... about three months."

Noob.

"What if you have a gay panic and turn homophobic on me?"

"I won't, but if I do, you can out me to the entire university."

It slightly took me off-guard, the way he answered so quickly without a single hint of hesitation. The guy knows what he wants, I'll give him that.

"Have you ever thought about fucking another dude?"

He went quiet, clearly taken aback by my rather direct question. But he didn't stumble when he answered. "No and if I did, it disgusted me."

I toyed with the hem of my shirt some more. "Have you thought about fucking me?"

There was a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. Somehow his voice dropped like ten octaves when he answered, and it was fucking hot.

"Yes."

"And... How did that make you feel?"

"I... liked it."

I bit my lip, my fingers tracing the hem of my pants. "Are you thinking about it now?"

An exhale. "Yes."

"Tell me what you imagining."

No, don't ask me how I managed to be this bold. The power of horny knows no bounds.

"Tell me what you imagining."

Avery answered in a soft breath, "I'm imagining you naked on top of me."

"Good... What else?"

He inhaled sharply again. There was a rustle, like clothes being tugged. "You look so fucking pretty," he hissed. "And you're moaning my name, begging me to touch you."

I ran my hand up my shirt, across my stomach and up to my chest. My skin was sensitive and tingling, yearning for contact.

You know what I liked about sex? It made me feel powerful. Even if I was bottom, I could still be the one in control. And it wasn't just control over one's body, it was control over their mind, their feelings, their thoughts. I wanted to show him just how powerful I could be, that I wasn't about to be pushed around just because I felt wanted by some hot jock.

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?"

"What?" He whispered through bated breath, and I could hear the low squelches in the background. It turned me on even more, my length straining against my pants as I pictured him.

"I'm fingering myself, thinking about you."

"Fuck," he hissed. I smirked. Obviously I wasn't actually fingering myself, but it sure did turn all the straight boys on when they pictured it. If I was going to be fingered, someone else had to do it for me. Doing that solo was no fun, at least to me.

"I'm imagining you inside me. I want it rough. Can you do that for me?"

"Mmh... yes. I'm so hard for you, Jules." He whispered. Holy shit that is hot as hell.

"I'll let you come into my mouth, how about that?"

"Yes... Please," he groaned, breathing heavier and heavier before undoubtedly reaching his high with a quiet moan. I felt my bulge strain even harder against my pants, biting my lip. Tempting as it is, I am not touching myself on my first night here.

I patiently waited for him to come down from his high, listening to some more breathing and rustling before he finally spoke again.

"Damn... I haven't come that hard in a long time. Anyone ever tell you your voice is sexy as hell?"

I smiled proudly to myself. It wasn't my first rodeo. Phone sex was the first sex I'd ever had, so I had that art down to a T.

"Yes, I've been told," I chuckled.

"Meet me tomorrow," he suggested abruptly, making me freeze for a second. I wanted to say yes, but stopped myself, remembering Vincent's invite earlier that night.

"Sorry, I already have plans."

"What time?"

"Like, the whole day."

"So ditch your plans and meet me."

"How horny are you?" I asked mockingly.

"It's not even about that. I just want to see you. I promise I'll keep my hands to myself."

I bit the inside of my cheek, pondering over it. Attention feels nice. But so does playing hard to get.

"I don't know..."

"Please? Just for a little bit."

"But I have... assignments and shit."

"Me too. I know this really good café around Blockwood. We could go get coffee and work on our assignments together."

"I don't like coffee."

"They also make really good milkshakes and donuts."

I laughed, "You don't give up, do you?'

"No, especially when you sound like you have no interest in whatever it is you have planned tomorrow."

Damn, was it that obvious? Don't get me wrong, I have no qualms about spending time with Vincent. The brat however, no thanks. I'll be forced to spend plenty of my time with her while I'm on the clock anyway. Why would I voluntarily want to see her on my weekend too?

"Alright, alright. If it'll get you to shut up."

"Great! I'll meet you at 3pm tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, whatever."

And that was that. And no, I didn't jerk off after our little phone call. I had to maintain some level of decency for as long as I could.

I couldn't say I wasn't excited to see him, even though I knew this was not going anywhere good. As much as my survival instinct was urging me to ignore him, to not let this go any further than it already has, my hormones proved much stronger, allowing me to make unwise decisions that would no doubt take me down a rabbit hole I would regret.

But hey, we all gotta get that dick somehow!



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Knock Knock Knock

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Knock Knock

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-

"Anya! I told you not to disturb him! How many times do I have to..."

The noises outside my door gradually faded away into the distance. I groaned, turning over in my soft... Very soft bed with a good ol' eleven between my brows.

How dare that little runt interrupt my beauty sleep at the ungodly hour of... I checked my phone, flinching at the bright light that shone straight into my retina... 10am! What is this madness!

I tossed and turned for a few more minutes before eventually giving up and dragging myself to the bathroom to wash up. As I passed by my room's door, I could hear the faint sound of the TV and Vincent lecturing his daughter in the living room, chuckling to myself. Take that, you annoying little runt.

When I was all cleaned up, I walked out into the hall only to hear running footsteps and a one-foot monster dashing straight into me.

"Julia!"

"Ahh!" I screeched reflexively, preparing for an attack but she only hugged my legs. Oh geez. What is it with the hugging?!

And then she just... Ran off down the hall. I stared after her incredulously, shaking my head to myself.

"I'm sorry for all the noise, Julias. She literally ran to your room the moment she woke up," Vincent said, laughing softly from his recliner in the living room.

"It's alright. I guess I'll have to get used to it."

"Don't worry. She's just excited to have someone new around the house. It'll only last a few days before she gets bored." He put down his tablet, giving me his full attention. "Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah, perfectly actually," I yawned, flopping down on the couch. "You?"

"Relatively, I suppose. I'm a bit of an insomniac."

"Really? I just close my eyes and... disappear."

He chuckled, "Yeah, those were the days... There's breakfast for you on the counter. Let me go heat it-"

"That's okay," I grabbed his wrist before he could stand up, clearing my throat and quickly retracting my hand. "I've got it."

He briefly glanced down at his hand, "I'm sure you do, but let me spoil you while I can."

Lightly tapping my shoulder, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. I flopped back on the couch, watching him lazily as he got to work. He sure wears a lot of black, I thought to myself, eyeing his long-sleeved black tee and sweats.

"I wasn't really sure what you liked so I went with an all-American breakfast today, to the delight of my daughter. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, the works."

"You didn't have to trouble yourself. I'm not very picky." Lies. I'm picky as hell.

He briefly paused what he was doing to look at me, "Would you stop with that?"

I blinked. "What?'

"You're not troubling anybody, alright? If it was trouble, I wouldn't do it."

I blushed, "Right... Sorry."

He rolled his eyes, "You don't have to apologize."

I pursed my lips before I could utter another apology, sinking further into the couch.

"We're gonna head out in an hour or so, if you still want to join us."

"A-Actually, I just remembered I have assignments I need to finish today. I'm gonna meet up with a friend to work on them."

"Oh, is that so?" He said as he walked over to me, placing my plate down on the coffee table. Holy shit that's a lot.

"Yeah... Sorry I totally forgot about that when you asked me yesterday."

"It's alright," he said dismissively, but I couldn't help but feel he sounded somehow disappointed. "Maybe next time."

"Yeah, of course. Thanks for the breakfast."

He smiled, patting my shoulder again before calling out for Anya and walking off to look for her. My eyes followed his retreating form, head tilting appreciatively.

Damn, that's a good butt.