Maybe I Like You [bxb]

Chapter 17: Get On Your Knees, And Suck Me Please

"Dylan, pleas-"

I furiously walk past the last person, I wanted to see today. Just so I wouldn't punch him, I seek refuge amidst Alex and Ian, and listen to their rambling over Natalie Portman and Gal Gadot. From the corner of my eyes, I see Julian drooping and drifting away. He had been trying to corner me all day. 

Agreed, my dad reacted in the best way possible. Agreed, I now feel free to boldly do whatever I want, and like my father said, whoever I want, but that didn't stop me from wanting to put my fist through Julian's head.

I skipped lunch with Max, to go smoke behind the school building. He also looked vexed over something, so there was no conversation, just deep drags to relax our nerves.

We still didn't talk, when Coach summoned both of us to sort out the game planner, after practice. Max feeling too tired, left without a shower. I manage to half-heartedly clean and dry myself, my mind pre-occupied with lots of things. While pulling on my boxers, I think how my mom used to hurl homophobic insults at my dad all the time.

My eye catches a movement outside. Looking closely, I see Julian waiting outside impatiently. "For fuck's sake," I mutter under my breath. I quietly close my locker, and hastily jump into my jeans. I planned to quickly exit through the second exit, that would take me to school's back gate, but I stupidly knock over an Axe spray can. The empty can, vibrated through the empty locker room, magnifying it's sound.

I freeze, and silently hope, Julian wouldn't come inside to check. But who am I kidding. He rushed in concerned. His eyes briefly flicks to my naked torso.

"You're not allowed here," I briskly reproach him. 

"I want to talk to you. Please," he pleads. I nod and say, "Wait outside." For a second he looks hopeful, but the next moment he frowns in suspicion. "Why did you agree so easily? Are you planning on climbing outside the ventilator?"

"Yes! Cause that option seems like heaven, next to tolerating you," I spat scornfully, turning away from him. "No Dylan, you are not escaping," he protests. "I won't quit, until I talk to you."

"And what the fuck, do you aim to achieve by talking?" I demand, turning back. "You did more than enough Julian. So for the last time, fuck off!"

His eyes fill with sadness and remorse. He looks embarrassed of himself. "It was not intentional."

"Oh. Was it not?" I say softly. "It was a mistake? Good heavens, I misunderstood you!" I do a mock exclamation. "Julian, we are fine now. It's all water under the bridge. Get on your knees, and suck me please." My fake smile doesn't last long, transforming into a scowl. I am so livid, that I find it hard to breathe. Biting my knuckles, I look away.

"Dylan, please I'm so sorry," Julian cries. "I was too blind in anger. Please, at least look at me."

"You had no right Julian," I snap. "I understand, I was a nasty fucker. And I have been difficult, ever since we met. But you had no damn-" I step into his face violently. "Ugh, fuck!" I turn away, frustrated, because I can't bring myself to hurt him, no matter how much I want to.

"Dylan, I know," he immediately comes in front of me. "I know. No one knows, better than me, how difficult coming out to your parents can be. And how it is a personal thing. I had absolutely no liberty whatsoever. Baby please, I am sorry," he cups my cheek, turning my face to his. For a split second, I melt.

"No. No, no, no!" I get out of his hold. "Julian, I haven't even figured out what I am. And you spilled me to my dad?" my voice rings with disbelief. "Do you understand, the gravity of what you did. It was my dad. My fucking father!"

"I do. I really do," he groans. "You were calling me a slut, and I just saw red. It was the worst form of revenge ever. Tell me, how can I make this right."

"There's one thing you can do," I say slowly.

"Anything."

"Leave me alone."

"Except that," he replies, without missing a beat. I look at him annoyed.

"Look, my dad was supportive. I couldn't have asked for a better reaction. And though what you did was wrong, it did relieve me a lot of anxiety and foreboding. But, that does not mean I forgive you, or that I don't feel the urge to bash your head in the lockers." Julian flinches. "I feel fucking violated. So, if you have a little bit of repentance, leave me alone."

"Anything except that," he firmly replies, his eyes brimming with tears. I look up at the ceiling, exasperated.

"You leave me alone, or I'll make you stay away."

"How?" he asks stubbornly, but his voice quivers.

"By pummeling you," I sneer viciously, stepping closer to him. "By battering my fist through your head, till you beg me to stop." My cold voice raises goosebumps on his arm. I was certain he will back out, and my threat will work.

But he surprises me, when he says, "Okay. You can beat me." A tear slips down.

"What?" I step back, loosing my composure.

"You can beat me, Dylan. Whatever you want. Just don't tell me to stay away," his voice comes out steady, despite his flowing tears. "Because I can't. I am crazy about you, and I have never felt anything like this before. I cannot just leave you."

A feral sound escapes my throat, as I slam him on the wall, pressing my wet body to his front. He gulps, and his face reddens. "What on earth, are you saying," my voice is rough. He tries to speak, but just blushes more deeply, standing rigid like a rock, arms glued to his side, as he avoids eye contact.

"Julian?" 

"D-Dylan I..." he stammers. I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes. "Why are you like this?" 

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

I cup his crotch, and he gasps in surprise. "Yes, you fucker," I rumble, my lips brushing his. "You are the worst person," I growl, and squeeze him. Julian moans, and slides down half an inch. "Don't," my voice comes out in a sharp order. He whimpers, and scuffles his feet. 

Impatient, I pin him against the wall using my body. His heart hammers so loud, that I can hear every beat distinctly. His face is red, tear streaked and scared. "Look at me, monkey." 

His eyes glisten with fresh water drops, when he hears my soft tone. "I hate you," I whisper, and smash my mouth over his. I feel his tears on my cheek, and pull back. He quickly wipes his nose using his sleeve, sniffing, and looking down again.

My thumb wipes under his eye, and he meekly lifts his gaze. "You never let anyone beat you, okay?" I teach him, calmly. "No matter how crazy you are, or how angry I am, you won't let me or anyone treat you badly." His warm cheek, blooms against my palm. "Julian, do you understand?"

He nods, sniffing and blinking away more tears. I kiss him again, more easy and relaxed this time. I give him space, to loosen up, and he gradually wraps his arms around my neck. He clutches and pulls my hair affectionately.

"I'm still boiling mad at you," I murmur against his cheek, delighting in his sweet scent over the stink of socks, and Axe. "But I can't shout at you, when you cry," I kiss his left eye. He hugs my waist tightly. "Neither can I hurt you, when you say things that makes me feel things," I kiss his other eye.

"I won't cry," he promises, nestling his face in my neck. "Then you can shout, and tease me as much as you want." I stroke his back, letting him hug me. I feel wetness on my shoulder, and make soothing sounds patting his neck. It's a long time, before he regains himself and stops sobbing. 

"Can I tempt you, into eating waffles with me?" he pulls back, but keeps his arms around my waist. I look at him, skeptical. "It'll be Belgian Waffle," he coyly adds. I curse myself, for letting him know my weaknesses. 

I grunt and get out of his hold, to put on a shirt. Then picking up my bag, I walk out, leaving him to follow me.

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