He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 77: Cheat Codes and Spoilers

"You wanna remember why you went all soft in my arms that day?" He asked. "You want to pretend nothing happened start avoiding me?"

"Shut up!" I panicked, already fighting off my vices with his hand gripping my wrist. I couldn't look at it, that would make it worse. "I didn't- I don't-"

He gripped my shirt and pulled me back, lifting my arm.

"I'm not even avoiding you-" I spoke fast. "People- People are gonna-"

I was cut off when he pressed his hand on my chest, his other on my forearm and I was tense a moment in anticipation before he slammed me back against the wall and my senses all buzzed at once, the sound alone was enough to alert a teacher, or anyone still in school, but that was my last thought as my back and forearm ached so deliciously it made my head dizzy, his leg was between mine. I shivered, trying to swallow back the oncoming desire swelling up. I held my tongue, feeling trapped against the wall, a heady feeling. I shivered.

I swallowed, my attention shifting to the tingle in my wrist that threatened to buckle me. He leaned in slowly and I went still. Remembering his lips on me, shutting my eyes fast frozen as his lips met mine once more. My mind blanked. His lips were warm and soft against mine and I closed my eyes, he slipped an arm around me and sank back a little bit. His lips tasted of something sweet, I noted in the almost drowsy ensuing kiss.

I swallowed and tried to push his arm back but his other arm joined the mix and wrapped around me, tight enough that I felt like I could melt against him. His tongue slipped between my lips and maybe it shape of his lips, the feeling he impressed on me or the bloodless, but I moved my lips against him helplessly.

He pushed me back and my back hit the wall, it didn't hurt but the sound and feeling send a sizzle of desire running through me and my eyes shut even tighter, my breathing becoming more erratic. My fingers just about pinched the fabric of his shirt. I wanted to wrap an arm around his side but couldn't bring myself to.

It felt like a war between us, his tongue against mine and his body pressed up, his leg slipped between my legs and I had to try to pull away, to make sure I wouldn't press up against him fully, no such luck. I was on overdrive, he was dangerously addictive and he knew it. The moment I tried to pull away the more domineering the kiss became and suddenly I was unable to move, his lips and tongue taking charging, bullying mine and trapping me in a beam of desire that threatened to topple me, to make my legs weak.

I groaned against him, knitted brows and flushed face, my heart beating out of control. The same spicy scent, subtle and only coming from his skin up close. It made me shudder as his hand pressed me back against the wall, crowding me against it.

And just then someone called out from the doorway exiting the school block and I quite literally in jolted away, as Atlas did too, one sharp intake of breath and a jump later and we had created about a metre of space between us. My heart felt like it was going to explode from shock. I panted awkwardly as I backed away on shaky legs.

His eyes were still ablaze as he watched me hurry away.

What was I doing?  Good question brain. Maybe we could Google that when we got back home, preferably before his friends realised I knocked one of them in the head with a football.

And alone with the cleaner my ass.

"Hey Atlas! Our runaway buddy is still at school." One of his friends laughed as they stepped inside, seeing him through the automatic glass doors.

"Feeling studious all a sudden?" Another snickered, patting him on the back.

I felt like I could see them staring at me as I pushed past them and raced out of there, feeling like his lips were tattooed on mine somehow, still pressed against me, his taste on my tongue, as if everyone could see. I made my way through the courtyard with a racing heart, already primed for skating home at full speed. I grabbed my board from my locker and made my way out of the school. Finding it pretty deserted after all, apparently only the bullies did overtime.