He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 59: Casual Guy Talk

[A/N] Professor Neptune apologises for getting to class an hour and forty minutes late. I hope my students are still obedient and ready to learn.

I struggled but he was stronger than me and with the position my arms were in I could barely move without almost tripping over myself. He was warm behind me and I could barely move without being reminded of how jacked this guy was, it felt like he was showing off every muscle the way I could feel them flex.

My heart beat a little faster and I was nervous that Atlas would somehow know. "Look, I happened to get ill at the same time as drunk, it's not like that will happen again." I continued, indignant.

Jacob ignored me as he opened the door. From the side angle I noticed the sharp straight nose and the long eyelashes. He turned to me. "I'm in charge of you." He stated. "Under my watch you won't have an opportunity to do this again."

The tone in his voice was so unbending, authoritarian, it should have made me itchy, made me want to bite at him or something. It was almost a humiliation to me that my natural instinctive response was instead to feel like blushing, to feel some sense of giddiness inside... and of course that was why I ultimately ended up pissed off.

"Don't... Don't think you can tell me what to do." I said, I saw the look in his eyes harden and my pulse quickened, I wanted them to know I wasn't some pathetic puppy that would just lay down as they walked over me but I also didn't want him to get mad. I still couldn't properly imagine just what he'd do. "I mean... tell me what you want! Let's barter okay? Alright?"

He folded his arms, narrowing his eyes as he looked down at me. "What do you say Atlas? Do we barter?" He hummed.

Atlas grunted, like he didn't care, but I felt him pull me backwards and I yelped as he sat down, taking me down with him resulting in my falling into his lap as he kept his hold on my wrists, pulling them down over the side of his thighs.

My heart raced nervously in my chest and I tried to pull away unsuccessfully. "Atlas..." I hissed.

"You got a drinking problem."

"I don't!" I insisted.

"You miss school all the time, why shouldn't I think you're doing this and just passing out instead of attending?"

I struggled again, trying this time to stamp on his feet. "I'm just hanging out with friends. Today was different! It was my birthday it fucking sucks I can do what I want to make myself feel better okay?!" My face was red by the end of the sentence and I turned my head, trying to hide my face in Atlas's shoulder.

Jacob took a couple steps closer, so close I could smell him on me again. That minty smell was the sort of thing that was sufficiently subtle for you not to be able to smell it until he came near enough.

He leaned down, a raised hand hovering at waist level, he looked over my head at Atlas and something was conveyed between the two of them.

I couldn't help it, my heart was beating so fast. There was something inherently heated about the situation, not just feeling restricted which was unfortunately arousing no matter what, but the fact that I was now stuck between the two of them and the more time I spent that way the more I realised how good it felt, how disgustingly nice  it felt to have them surrounding me like this.

"Alright. We barter." He decided, pulling back his hand.

I paused a moment, wondering if he intended on reaching out or something, but then moved on, looking up at him as I spoke. "Compromise?"