Obsession ( boyxboy )

Chapter Fifteen

Pinning Chris hard against the wall, Anthony bit his ear and rubbed his chest. Chris moaned, taking Anthony's hand and placing it on his crotch.

There was a knock on the door, and they quickly separated.

"Thought you said, she'd keep away." Chris pulled up his pants and sat at the edge of Anthony's bed.

Anthony looked at him. "Don't just sit there, hide."

Chris ran into the connecting bathroom, standing next to the door to listen.

Without bothering to put his clothes back on, Anthony opened the door.

"Yes, Carmen?"

Her eyes dropped to his erection and her mouth hanged opened. Anthony laughed, leaning against the door.

Covering her eyes with her hand, she proceeded to tell him that his mother wanted to see him.

"Thank you, Carmen, tell her I'll be downstairs in a few minutes," Anthony said, smiling.

She stuttered something in Spanish and left.

After closing the door, Anthony looked around at Chris who was peeking through the bathroom door.

"Come out."

"She's such a pain."

Without responding, Anthony went to his closet.

Sitting down, Chris followed him with his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Anthony pulled out a blue Oxford shirt and black slacks and tossed them on his bed. "Put that on."

"Why?."

"My mom's here, and if she sees you, she'll want to meet you. I want you to look presentable," he said, scowling.

"Why? Is she going to cross examine me like they do in court?" He pushed the shirt back. "Nevermind, I'll leave through the back door."

"Don't be dumb, and put them on."

It was a command not a plea and Chris was quick to obey. Not only did Chris feel more attached to Anthony now that Rosemary was out of the picture, he also felt that it was his duty to replace her on a physical sense.

Like Anthony, Janine O'leary had sharp blue eyes with a grayish rim around her pupil. She wore her shiny black hair short, falling around her neck. Arching her thin eyes brows, she inspected Chris's face as he walked into her office behind Anthony.

Anthony sat on the leather button tufted chair in front if his mother's desk, and Chris remained standing, too timid to sit.

Sipping tea from a blue china cup, with her legs crossed and her skirt riding provocatively short, she stared at them.

Anthony leaned back, crossing his arms behind his neck, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Carmen told me you weren't doing so well in Pre-Calculus," she said with a sophisticated drawl to her voice. "Apparently, you drove away that woman we found for you, what was her name?" She paused, tapping her forehead with the tip of her red almond-shaped finger nail." Ashley, Amy, I don't remember. I thought she was terrible and I told your father you would hate her, but Alfred took the pain to find her for you so she was worthy of your attention."

Never taking his gaze off the ceiling, Anthony shrugged, a bored expression on his face. "She was too uptight and hideous. Did dad recruit her at a dog shelter?"

A smile spread across Janine's mouth. Turning to Chris, her smile disintegrated. "Why is he still standing?"

Turning his intent gaze on her, Anthony frowned. "He's shy. This is Chris, my tutor."