Tongue Fight

Casper's POV

My weekend was shit.

I spent all of yesterday cooped up indoors, diving into various series to escape the disaster of the previous day. It worked—until I saw him this morning.

On my left, Rex and Mick were seated together. Rex had his arms crossed, staring straight ahead, occasionally nodding at whatever Mick was discussing.

"I thought you mentioned we were heading to the company?"

"That's what Chelsea told me. Looks like her connections are a sham," Darla remarked, casting a scrutinizing glare at Chelsea, who was animatedly chatting with her friends.

We were in class, waiting for the guest speaker from Richardson Limited. To our surprise, we learned the CEO himself wanted to address us. According to the seniors, it was surprising for the CEO to attend these seminars.

The room buzzed with quiet conversations as we anticipated his arrival. When the CEO walked in, accompanied by another man, it was clear he was a tall figure, likely in his 40s. Dressed in a sharp three-piece brown suit, his hair was neatly swept to the side.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Raymond Richardson, the owner of Richardson Limited. Thank you for welcoming me today. I know it's unusual for me to be here instead of the other way around, but since my son is a student here, I thought I'd make an appearance this time."

This revelation sparked a wave of murmurs throughout the room. It was a shock, considering there had been no whispers about his son being in our class. Even Chelsea looked taken aback, which said a lot.

He let out a soft chuckle before carrying on, "I'm not shocked that none of you knew. My son isn't one to boast, so I like to step in and help him out occasionally. Rex?" He called out, scanning the classroom for him. Everyone turned their attention to Rex, who remained silent, shooting daggers at his father.

"Shall we get started?" the CEO announced, launching into his speech. The background chatter faded, but I knew it would erupt again once he finished.

And it did! As soon as the CEO wrapped up his talk and exited with his assistant in tow, Rex stood up and followed him. The classroom buzzed with whispers once more.

"Looks like Rex has given them something to gossip about again," Darla remarked.

I nodded absentmindedly, mulling over the recent events. Was it just me, or was there an unspoken tension between Rex and his father?

"Come with me to hand in my worksheet; I didn't manage to do that last week," Darla said.

"Sure," I replied. We left the classroom and made our way to the professor's office. Upon arrival, we found it empty, so we waited outside. Across from us, Rex's dad was engaged in conversation with the dean, while Rex stood nearby, facing away from us. It seemed he was just waiting for his father.

Once his father finished speaking, he approached Rex, his chin held high and a smug grin on his face. "I thought we had an agreement," Rex remarked, his expression hidden but his voice unmistakably stern.

"Did we?" his father retorted, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, we did. I would study business administration if you promised to stay out of my affairs."

"So I did."

"Showing up in my class and saying all that certainly doesn't feel like you're leaving me alone."

"You left me no option. Ever since you moved in with your mother, you've been ignoring my calls."

"That's because I don't want to speak with you."

His father glanced over Rex's shoulder, locking eyes with us briefly. Darla and I quickly averted our gaze, pretending we weren't eavesdropping.

"We'll revisit this conversation," he said before striding past us.

Rex let out a deep sigh, turning back as he caught sight of us. He looked at me, as if he had something to express, but then hesitated and continued on without saying a word.

"His dad seems like a real jerk," Darla remarked once Rex was out of earshot.

"No kidding, he looks like a stick got stuck up his ass." From what Ben had shared back in high school, Rex's mom and his dad were siblings. Ben wasn't quite sure why, but he mentioned that Rex's dad was the reason Rex didn't attend our school.

A few minutes later, the professor arrived, and we submitted our work. Afterward, Darla dashed off to take care of something, while I headed back to the apartment. I decided to visit Samson first before going to my room.

He opened the door after I knocked twice, looking much better than the last time I had seen him. I stepped inside, saying, "No need to ask how you're doing; you look healthier than I do, and I wasn't even sick."

"Guess the treatment worked," he replied, a soft smile dancing on his lips.

"That's exactly why I'm here. I had no idea you and Mick had become so close," I remarked, folding my arms.

"So, you didn't come just to check on your buddy?"

"Well, that's part of it too."

We both settled onto the couch comfortably. "I wouldn't call it close, but we are friends now."

"What changed? The last time I saw you two, I thought you were ready to take each other out after I left."

He chuckled before responding, "He's annoying, but in a cute way—annoyingly cute, really." He gazed off into the distance, a smile lingering on his face.

Suddenly, I jumped up, my eyes widening in surprise as I exclaimed, "You're blushing!"

Samson rolled his eyes, "Quit being dramatic and sit down."

I chuckled and took my seat again. "So, what, you... like him?"

He turned to face me. "He's got a boyfriend."

"Seriously?"

"Yep, and he's a total jerk."

"You've met him?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "It's a long story."

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I spent nearly the entire day hanging out with Samson. As thunder rumbled in the distance, signaling rain, I decided it was time to head back to my room. Just as I stepped into the bathroom, the rain began to pour. After eating, I settled onto my bed, bracing for the storm, when I heard a knock at the door.

I swung the door open to find Rex standing there, completely soaked. "Sorry to interrupt, but I really need your help."

My eyes scanned him from head to toe—his bag hanging off his right arm and his phone clutched in his hand. He was drenched. "What happened?"

"I, um, left my key at Mick's place and now I can't get in. Is it alright if I stay here while I call him to bring it?"

Without a moment's hesitation, I nodded and stepped aside, inviting him in. He murmured a 'thank you' as he entered.

"I'm really wet, so I'll just hang out here while I make the call," he said, indicating the corner of the doorway.

"Do you need a change of clothes? You might catch a cold otherwise," I offered.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks."

I nodded and headed to my wardrobe. Since Rex was more muscular than I was, I chose a hoodie and some pants to lend him.

He dropped his bag and phone on the floor and started to remove his shirt. I felt my throat tighten as I took in his broad chest and shoulders. Water dripped from his chest down to his stomach, and I quickly averted my gaze, swallowing hard. Don't get hard, I pleaded with myself internally.

After slipping on the hoodie, I caught a glimpse of him pulling down his pants from the corner of my eye. "I-I'll just put your bag on the couch," I stammered, making a hasty exit before he could respond.

Once he finished changing, he approached me. "Could I have my phone so I can call him?"

"Yeah, my bad." I handed him the phone, and he immediately called Mick. As he chatted away, I drifted off, my heart racing at the fact that he was in my room for the first time. He was only going to be here until Mick arrived—no big deal, right?

"Mick said he can't drive in this heavy rain, so he'll come once it eases up."

"Oh," I mumbled, glancing down.

"But if you're not comfortable with me here, I can just—"

"No, it's fine. You can wait here for Mick." He nodded, a smile breaking across his face.

"Uh, you can sit and wait for him." He settled onto the couch, looking up at me. This was super awkward. "Do you want something to drink?"

He shook his head. "I'm good."

I sat beside him on the couch, maintaining a respectful distance. The silence lingered as we both scanned the room, taking it all in.

"At the party…" he began, drawing my attention back to him. "Were you mad at me for messing up your chances to kiss those girls?"

Is that really what he thinks I'm mad about him for?

"No, that's not why I was mad. It's because—" I paused. Was I really going to admit that I was just jealous of his feelings for Matt? No way. "Forget it," I said instead.

Another silence fell between us until I finally broke it. "Besides, I doubt I was actually going to kiss her." Honestly, I probably would've stopped just before our lips met.

"Why not?"

I rubbed my arms, feeling a bit uneasy. "I wouldn't enjoy it."

He hummed thoughtfully before inquiring, "Did you like our kiss back then?"

"Excuse me?"

"That kiss we shared at the party in high school, remember?"

How could I possibly forget? That kiss was an unforgettable rush, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My gaze drifted to his lips as I replied, "Yeah, I enjoyed it."

He locked his eyes onto mine, a piercing intensity in his stare, and after a moment, he asked, "Have you ever kissed with tongue?"

"...What?"

"Have you ever had a French kiss?"

My heart raced wildly, pounding so hard it felt like it might leap from my chest. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I turned my gaze away, unable to hold his stare.

"N-No, I haven't."

He leaned close,"Would you like to give it a try?"

My cheeks flushed with heat as I gazed at his lips, my own instinctively moistening. "Y-yeah."

He moved in closer, and the warmth between us increasing the moment our skin touched. His warm tongue brushed against my lower lip, sending shivers through my body before he withdrew. He leaned in again, his hands finding the back of my head. Using his tongue, he gently parted my lips and went inside, exploring my mouth.

Our tongues tangled together until he sucked on mine, causing a soft moan to escape me. A fire ignited within as I clutched his hoodie, drawing myself nearer to him. His tongue teased my lower lip before he nibbled it lightly, making me gasp. He pulled back, his gaze shifting from my lips to my eyes.

This time, I leaned in for another kiss, keeping our lips locked as I settled onto his lap. I was now straddling him. Our kiss deepened as I ground against him. He moaned, his hands gripping my waist, urging me on.

"Casper..." he groaned, looking up at me, our lips just inches apart.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted us. I froze, glancing down before hastily scrambling off his lap. "I'm coming!" I called out as I stood up.

"That's probably Mick," I added, adjusting my pants and clearing my throat.

"Uh, yeah." He grabbed his bag and phone. "Thanks for letting me hang out here."

I nodded, still feeling warm from our kiss. He walked toward the door but paused to look back. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

"Yeah," I managed to reply.

"Okay." He grinned before stepping outside.

Rex and I just kissed.