Never let go [mxm] ON HOLD

Chapter 7

Ross groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting them as the morning light lit his room. The chirping sound of birds assaulted his ears and he wished for those damn birds to magically disappear.

A scowl started to form on his face as he felt heat radiate against his back and warming him, he also felt something restraining him and dropped his gaze to his lower abdomen. His eyebrows knitted in confusion at the muscular arm that wrapped tightly around him, he shivered as hot breath tickled his neck.carefully he untangled the arm and turned , his eyes widened as he came face to face with the handsome sleeping features of Corbin. The corners of his mouth twitched as a smile started to form on his lips, last night's memories still fresh on his mind.

Proudly he could say it was one of the best encounters he has ever had , Corbin and him were a blessed match in bed and so they went at it most of the night, round after round until they were both sated. Ross never felt so compatible with someone as he did with Corbin , the intense pleasure they exchanged caused him such ecstasy that he was left in a daze. One thing was clear though - that was definitely not the last time. Ross wasn't looking for a definition to their relationship, he agreed with himself that whatever that was it was only sexual and nothing more. No attachment. It was logical considering how afraid of getting hurt he was, commitment only led to false promises and broken heart. At least with Axel it did.

For now there was nothing wrong with the way things turned. Ross knew that the minute something would look off to him , he would cut all ties and flee. His heart wasn't ready yet for any possible romantic relationship. Maybe he shouldn't have engaged in any relationship with the man at the first place , keeping it professional was the safe way. But he couldn't deny the alluring teacher as much as he would love. It didn't matter anymore, Ross made his mind up and was responsible enough to hold onto his decision. He would not let feelings other than desire and lust control him, the only thing to have him skip a beat would be pleasure and his body would be the only thing to lose control.

Ross rolled off of bed and smirked as he saw the clothes that were thrown all over the floor, he spotted his phone and picked it up to check the hour, he frowned as he saw it was quite early, he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He made his way to the bathroom, his lower back throbbed in pain, he turned the shower on and let the warm stream relax his tensed muscles. Carefully he rubbed soap all over his body, a deep groan escaping his lips as he got to his ass. Corbin sure did a number on him . Quickly he brushed his teeth and played with his messy hair .

After he showered he exited with a towel wrapped around his waist and searched for clothes in his closet. A long day awaited him, three meetings and he also has to drop in the office. In the evening maybe he would go and meet with his friends - the gay ones. Ross was sure that Asher would interrogate him until he'd get all the juicy details. He cringed as he imagined Asher's smug face.

"Morning " Ross turned startled as heard the husky voice, Corbin lazily grinned at him from the bed while scratching his five o'clock shadow . The man looked quite comfortable laying on the bed, he propped himself on his elbows before getting to a sitting position. His body bare except for the crotch area that was covered. Ross' eyes lingered and he couldn't help but think that the teacher was teasing him with the way he looked. Corbin smirked at him knowingly as his hand adjusted the blanket so that it would reveal more from the hidden treasure - it was an obvious invitation.

"As much as I enjoy the view that you're offering, I don't have time for any further activity and neither do you." Ross deadpanned as he let the towel drop so he could pull underwears on.

"I enjoy the view as well , come a little closer so I'll have a better look." Corbin purred. Ross huffed and dressed quickly, ignoring the intense eyes that followed his actions.