He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 70: Mr Matchmaker

[Jacob's POV]

Perhaps it was out of character for me but I was a little dazed, sitting in the flowerbed, my mind replaying what just happened five times over. The way it had felt when Akara pulled me down on top of him. The look on his face after I kissed him, the state of his lips. I wanted to bruise them, as bad as it sounded. I wanted to see some sort of mark on them that Akara wouldn't be able to hide that would sit there the rest of the day.

I knew I was attracted to Akara, both Atlas and I knew that, after all why else pursue him, it wasn't going to be for love was it? But I couldn't have been exactly sure how far my attraction went.

Far. It went too far.

Every time I looked at those flowers I would think Akara squirming against me and I was already itching with a need to hunt him down, tie him back against something sturdy and finish what I started. 

I slowly got up, there were two girls coming from the PE building, probably heading back to class from high jump practice, they stared, glanced at each other and gave me an odd look, still smiling.

I left before anyone could ask any questions, highly aware of the appalling state I was in.

Akara would have to search for clothes in the lost and found bin, unless he was stupid enough to dare to come into class half soaked and muddy.

I was prepared in the case of these things now. I could not tolerate wearing someone else's badly maintained clothes and kept a spare uniform in my locker, down to a tie in case I was attending a meeting with the teaching staff or being asked to make a school speech, to socks and boxer briefs.

These clothes I kept in my prefect locker which was thankfully in the prefect room which was a rather isolated place even when it wasn't lunch break.

I grabbed soap from my PE kit and washed my hair in the sink, unwilling to waste time showering, before changing my clothes entirely, almost forgetting to search through my dirty clothes for the prefect pin, which I polished and reattached to my shirt.

I headed off to the swim hall were half the class was congregating to work on organising the athletics competition and practice. The sun was still blazing outside, the scent of those flowers in the air, or perhaps it was coming from me...

I still felt Akara's lips on mine.

And I wanted to kiss him again and again, more roughly and more savagely. I wanted to hear him cry out against my lips again, wanted to see that dazed look on him as he struggled to return to his senses. I inhaled sharply. I wanted to kiss him while he was tied up and kneeling. I wanted to see him look up at me with teary eyes...

I blinked when Atlas's face flickered into my mind suddenly, and thought it must be because I was thinking of the competition.

He didn't worry me at all. It was one of the reasons why I was convinced there was no fear of romantic attachment, even if I had grown an uncomfortable soft spot for Akara.

It was hard not to when underneath all the biting and swearing, the skipping class and dressing like a homeless person, he was unbearably sweet at times, with the softest look in his eyes. Hair slightly wavy, an orange red colour to his soft lips, naturally slightly dark skin.

My father really did pull the short straw with the two of us, I thought as I smiled grimly to myself. 

When my brother had left, his lifelong possessions scattered in the driveway. Watching him from the first floor window as he collected some of the ones floating along the fountain edge, I'd been I'd been unhappy with him for disappearing, for leaving me behind in some ways, and too wary to look in his direction in case my father got angry at me for it as well.