Eleven

I sat in the passenger's seat, lightly tapping my fingers against my thighs. There was a thick, almost but not quite awkward silence in the air that had me racking my brain for something to say. I gave up on that pretty soon and decided to turn up whatever was playing on the radio to fill the silence instead.

Of course the fact that it was some ratchet Cardi B song pertaining to her alleged wet ass pussy was... Less than ideal, but it was better than listening to my own heart thump against my chest as I recalled a certain bathroom encounter from an hour ago.

"Um, would you like to put something on?" Avery spoke, glancing at me as he stopped at a red light.

"That depends, could I interest you in some k-pop perhaps?" I tested, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Oh hell no. I've heard enough BTS at home thanks to my little sister."

I rolled my eyes, but my heart broke a little on the inside at the sheer stereotyping and over-generalisation of my music taste that just happened. People didn't understand just how deep and diverse the k-pop world was, and every time I tried to explain it, I kind of just sounded like an idiot so I didn't bother anymore. I accepted the fact that nobody liked my music. I didn't like anybody's music.

"I mean... If that's what you're into, I don't mind giving it a chance," he said sheepishly, glancing towards me.

Yeah, no. Too late.

"That's okay. Why don't you put something on? What do you like?"

"Well... I like techno, EDM, rap, the occasional pop song..."

"Let's hear it then."

"Alright."

Soon enough I was listening to his quality playlist that was full of house and techno music, the type which you couldn't tell where one started and the other began because they all kind of sounded the same.

"What do you think?"

"Its uh... Charming. I think I could get into it," if I was kidnapped by lizard people, tied to a chair and forced to listen to it for days on end until I was brainwashed into thinking that kind of music had any ounce of substance in it, sure.

I listened to that mind numbing noise for long enough to feel thankful when Vincent's building finally came into view.

"Right there," I pointed. "That ride took longer than I thought it would."

"Really," he chuckled as he pulled into the driveway, "Felt a little short to me."

I pursed my lips, trying not shake my head at his obvious attempt at flirting. "Yeah right. You know how many public transits it took me to get to that café? I mean there's plenty of decent cafés around here, why'd you pick that one off in the North pole?"

"I'm sorry. I should have picked you up," he turned to me, looking genuinely apologetic, "It's just... I don't know, I really like it there. It's peaceful, and most importantly you'll never see any douchebags from uni."

Right, a good place to not be seen with me then.

I shrugged, "Well, makes sense I guess."

"I uh, genuinely had a good time today."

I cleared my throat awkwardly, "Yeah, me too."

His lips curved up in an arrogant half-smirk as he eyed me. "That's good. Hopefully we can do this more often."

Do what exactly?

"Yeah, yeah, lots of assignments, I'm sure we will," I said, looking anywhere at his face than his eyes.

"I wasn't talking about the assignments," he muttered. My breath caught in my throat and for once, I struggled to return a snide remark so I opted to look away from him entirely.

"Right, I'm uh, I'm gonna go now. Thanks for the ride home. I'll see you around,"

"See you," He smiled as I stepped out of his car, shutting the door behind me.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye, Jules."

As I began to walk away, he called out to me.

"Can I pick you up tomorrow?"

I turned around, quirking a brow at him. "Uh... No thanks. I've got a bike."

"You sure? I don't mind, you're not too far from school."

"That's okay. Besides, I have a few rolls to work off anyway," I said, gesturing to my stomach. His eyes briefly darted down my body before he put on a charming smile.

"You look perfect to me."

"Of course I look perfect," I chuckled arrogantly, ignoring the butterflies in the stomach at his genuine-sounding compliment, "having rolls has nothing to do with that."

"You're right about that," He laughed, "Let me know if you ever change your mind."

"Okay. You can leave now."

I watched him pull out of the driveway, shaking my head to myself. Huh, what? No, there's nothing charming about him. Get it together.

Re-adjusting my expression to my default frown, I made my way inside. After ringing the bell, there was the familiar sound of light thumping footsteps and the door flying open. However, what I didn't expect was the little demon's excited smile morphing into a scowl on seeing me, before she stomped away from the door.

"Well hello to you too," I mumbled. As expected, Vincent was sat at his recliner with his laptop and reading glasses on, typing away at his keyboard.

"Welcome home, Jules. You do know you can use your keys, right?"

I pursed my lips, "Right, I uh... Thought it would be disrespectful to just barge in."

He looked up at me through his glasses, eyes dark yet inviting and warm. "You can't barge in on your own home, Julias. I don't want to repeat myself."

"O-Okay. Um... Where did Anya go? She seemed a little..."

"Peeved? Yes, she's a little upset that you just left without saying goodbye to her this afternoon. And disappointed you didn't join us today. But don't worry, she'll get over it."

"Oh..." Well technically today's an off day but I don't think that makes a good impression. "No, that's my fault. I think I should go apologize to her."

"You don't have to, really. She forgets things quite fast."

"That's okay, I want to," I smiled at him, only for him to pause and smile back wider. I could tell that gesture, while unnecessary, meant a lot to him. Good thinking on my part!

"Alright then, she's probably hiding out in her room."

I nodded, making my down the hall to the door next to mine, that was left slightly ajar. I knocked twice.

"Anya, can I come in?"

"Go away, Julie."

I rolled my eyes and walked in anyway, finding her crouched down on the floor with her back to me.

"Sorry for leaving without saying bye. I had to go study, you know, to have a future."

"I don't care!"

"You don't care about my future? Ouch that really hurts," I said sarcastically as I made my way over to her, "what are you doing anyway?"

I found her scribbling with her crayons into a sketchbook, on a picture with three people. From what I could make out, it was two adult males and a little girl in the middle, all drawn in nightmare-inducing five-year-old artist stick figure style.

"Is that me, you and your dad?"

"No, just me and daddy. I'm cutting you out!"

She said as she continued to scribble over the male figure on the right.

"Wow. I'm devastated." I deadpanned, scowling at the ugly drawing. Annoyingly, even the little girl in the picture had on that bright, poorly-drawn pastel pink beret. "Why do you keep wearing that pink hat, anyway? It's so ugly." I said, reaching for it only for her to screech and grab onto it for dear life.

"Don't touch my hat!" She said with the widest most serious look her little face could muster. I pulled my arm back, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever, kid. Are you hungry? I'm thinking of making us a little snack."

Her eyes instantly lit up as she slowly let go of her head. "Are you gonna make us something yummy like the last time?"

"Hm, I'll think about it... But first you have to tell daddy Vincent that I'm the best in the world."

She nodded quickly and dashed for the living room to tell her dad the very same, loud enough for me to hear. I blinked in disbelief.

Huh, that actually worked. I might be genius!

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"And all I could behold at that fateful moment in time, was the outline of his monstrous-looking dick through his pants. Dress pants! Have you ever seen a dick through dress pants? We all know the hierarchy of dick show through pants starts with grey sweatpants in first place, then other-colored sweatpants in second, those ugly gym shorts in third, then jeans, and at the very bottom of the list is dress pants! Our accounting lecturer is packing some serious real estate down there! And we're supposed to just, what, think about accounting? The only thing I'm accounting for is that penis in my-"

"Sam. I get it. You wanna bone your lecturer. Can you stop talking about dicks now?" I groaned, pulling my gray hoodie even tighter down against my head.

"You wanna stop talking about dicks?"

"Yes, yes I do. Do you think all gay men think about is dick 24/7? No, we have a life, and priorities."

She frowned in confusion, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows forming an eleven in between them. "Yes, and that priority is dick."

I cringed, "Just... Just stop saying the word dick."

"Dick."

I groaned and let my head fall to the desk, trying miserably to block out the images of Avery's pink tongue deliciously swirling around me, looking up at me seductively as he sucked and licked on my flushed skin. He was sloppy- terrible, even. And yet my moans and heavy breaths had inadvertently filled the cramped bathroom. The sight of him alone was a turn on, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed onto my hips with his strong arms when I subconsciously thrusted into his mouth, craving more of his wet heat.

"Fuck... Touch me," he all but growled, standing up and bringing my hand to his hard length. I licked my lips as I stared down at him, wanting a taste of him so bad. But he was touching me so good I couldn't even think about anything else but jerking him off to the same rhythm.

His lips connected with mine again as he leaned in closer, grabbing me and rubbing our members against each other.

"Ahh... Jules, I'm gonna cum..."

"Yeah, me too," I gulped, shutting my eyes as the sounds of our hushed breaths grew louder and faster, more frantic...

"Uhh... Jules? Did I break you?"

My eyes snapped open, realising I was still in class and Sam was still a bane in my existence.

"Just... stop talking," I muttered.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed... or the wrong bed entirely..." She mumbled to herself as I bumped my head against the table repeatedly.

All night, all I could think about was Avery and his flushed lips and his hooded eyes and his cock. He broke me. All I could think about was sitting on that juicy, thick hunk of-

"Morning Jules, Sam."

I froze when a familiar voice sounded next to me.

"Oh heyyy... Ace? Andrew? A la carte?"

"Avery." There was a chuckle, a rustle and a wisp of wind as he took a seat next to me.

"Right, Avery. Football dude."

"Basketball."

"Don't mind me. Sometimes I get the balls all mixed up, you know how it goes."

I could practically hear the frown in his voice, "Right... What's up with Jules?"

"The usual... Something crawled up his ass and died. Hey, did you ever notice that accounting lecturer whose name I can't remember and his massive-"

"Heyy, Avery. What brings you here?" I lifted my head, putting on my best I wasn't just thinking about your dick tone that sounded about as convincing as a children's movie villain.

I briefly noted his rather colourful ensemble- a floral half-sleeved button up and khakis. His beach blonde hair was tousled as per the usual, like he didn't have the time or a care in the world to bother with it, but it looked so attractive regardless. It was honestly as annoying as it was breathtaking.

"Oh well... Economics is boring and I don't really have friends in this class. I hope you don't mind me sitting here."

"Yeah sure, knock yourself out," I shrugged, keeping my head low so he could see as little of my face as possible.

As the lecture droned on, I was hyper-aware of every movement Avery made next to me, from running his hand through his hair to readjusting his position on the seat, I sensed all of it. I also sensed that he was about two centimetres closer to me than when he had first sat down on the chair, but whether or not that was intentional was up for debate since he didn't seem to be paying any attention to me... Like, at all. Which was weird because he was just, you know, sucking me off last night.

I wondered briefly whether he'd had enough of playing on the other side of the court, and didn't end up liking it as much as he thought he would. After all, he didn't even text me after the whole thing. Did he really not like it? Did I taste weird? I knew I should have eaten more pineapples! Or maybe he realized he's just not attracted to-

Tap.

I stiffened, all thoughts dissipating at once when I felt a warmth on my left thigh. I looked down discreetly and saw a hand on my thigh, not my hand, that's for sure. I pursed my lips, looking up at Avery who didn't even glance at me. He applied some pressure with his thumb, a soft hint of a smile appearing on his lips. I looked away, my face no doubt a pretty gay shade of pink.

He kept it there, ever so slightly inching closer to my inner thigh. And that was it- I was no longer registering any part of the lecture, the rows of students disappearing into a distant background, my skin sensitive and prickling at every quarter of a motion he made with his fingers. His long, thick fingers, and the prominent veins that ran up his hand, drawing beautiful patterns of blue contrasted against his sun-kissed skin... All I could think about was those hands running all over my body, tearing my clothes off one by one and-

Well, now I have a boner.