A/N- Guys, I'm really sorry for the very slow updates but I just haven't been motivated to write recently as I've been ill and I've had revision for my exams in a week to do on top of that. I'm really sorry and in two weeks or so I hope to be updating more regularly for those of you that are actually following the storyline and who are actually enjoying it. Thanks :D
A longish chapter to make up for the non updating :)
Also- this is something relating to the story and if you don't read it you may be confused so I recommend you do...
Asher will now begin saying things in Portuguese as that's the language in Brazil which is where he was born and where he is from, because of this he will begin calling Catelaya - Minha Gata which means *My Cat* pretty much so theres a clarification if anyone is unsure. I will try to put author notes with translations if I use other Portuguese.
WARNING: Very detailed foreplay later on, you have been warned
WARNING: Very detailed handjob later on
We were still in the old dust ridden theatre watching everyones performances when the last performance ended and Mrs Baker took her place up on the old wooden stage clasping her hands together tightly, a bright smile gracing her heavily made up face. Asher and I were sat at the back of the theatre as it didn't go very far back. After our performance, we returned to our seats in a comfortable silence with Asher's hand resting on the top of my thigh in a reasonable position with the occasional smile being exchanged. "So students, I will call your grades out one by one in a minute and if you wish to know privately please come and tell me now" She said as a few students hurriedly walked over to her with their heads down low. "Cat...I think we need to talk" Asher muttered slightly while stroking the top of my leg tenderly with the tips of his bruised fingers. I hummed in satisfaction and nodded at him. "I-I'm sorry for what happened it's just my family is a tough subj-" He began but I hushed him gently and stared into his wide brown eyes softly while placing my hand gently on his soft pale cheek as he closed his eyes in pleasure at my touch. "Ash, don't apologise to me, I was out of line I shouldn't of asked and I forgive you and I hope you forgive me for prying and saying the things I did" I whispered sincerely while tracing the bruise on his cheekbone gently. It still looked painful and swollen but he hummed in response and nodded to my question. His gorgeous eyes fluttered open to meet mine and I found the both of us slowly leaning forward at a steady pace. I was getting ready to feel his soft pink lips on mine when we were interrupted. "Okay everyone, grade time!" Announced Mrs Baker with a wide grin on her red painted lips while the last of the students who went up were returning to their seats. We both groaned simultaneously and chuckled at our teachers brilliant timing... she was basically a cockblock!
"Okay so I'll begin with Cathy and Rob, you both get a B. Merida and Jonathan you get a C...very disappointing. Olivia and Andy, a B+ and Asher and Catelaya an A+, very promising performance. Good Job!" She continued to read off more names but me and Asher exchanged glances with wide eyes and huge grins at the results of our nerve wracking performance. "We did it..." He said with a gorgeous smile gracing his joyful face. I stared in awe at his beautiful features until I heard loud forced coughing. I snapped out of my daze instantly to find Asher in front of me with one perfectly shaped dark eyebrow raised and his plump pink lips tilted into a heart stopping smirk. "Staring isn't nice minha gata" He said.
"Ah but I was just enjoying the scenery and what does minga gati mean?" I say with my eyebrows raised in confusion whilst pretty much destroying the pronunciation of whatever he had just said.
"Ah, minha gata, my cat in Portuguese which is my first language instead of English" He says with a grin as the foreign words roll of his tongue sexily in a gorgeous accent that I hadn't been able to place until now. I practically drooled at my gorgeous Brazilian hunk sitting in front of me speaking Portuguese. I don't know what it is, but I have a thing with accents and languages...I was in heaven. He chuckles while leaning forward and gently closing my open mouth with his fingers causing me to blush a crimson red and turn my face away from him and into my lap where there was a very interesting piece of thread escaping my navy blue jumper. I felt warm calloused fingertips brush the side of my face as his hand gently took a hold of my chin to turn my face back to his, giving me no choice but to look deep into those warm chocolate eyes rimmed by thick black eyelashes. I bit my lip unconsciously as I squirmed slightly under his heated lustful gaze. I could see a slight tent forming in Asher's tight black skinny jeans and I instantly knew where this was going... He shifted uncomfortably while trying to make his jeans looser round the crotch area in a desperate yet futile attempt to conceal his... 'excitement' but unfortunately for him I had already seen it and there was no way I was being the shy one this time. My eyes adopted a wicked glint and I forcibly placed a hand on the waistband of his jeans and began to tug them down slowly so they were resting just underneath his butt. I slipped my hand feather lightly inside of his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs while he clutched my wrist with sheer force so my hand halted its movements. I touched the base of his shaft whilst he let go of my wrist instantly and groaned softly in pleasure. I smirked as his head rested in the crook of my neck to try to stifle his noises of pleasure. My hand stilled as Mrs Baker called in Asher to answer a question. "So Mr De Lavonne can you tell me what the point of this project was?" She asked with a small smile on her lips. Asher's eyes went wide as I took his rod in a death grip. He squirmed under my grip and and shot me a dark glare which only caused me to pump faster and harder. After of about five minutes of Asher stuttering and stammering profusely I felt him release a lot in big gushes...in his skinny jeans...in English. He shifted uncomfortably with a deep frown painted on his lips. "Mr De Lavonne are you in need of...a medic...or the toilet?" She asked him with an all knowing smirk. He just nodded and stood up quickly whilst waddling out of the classroom whilst everyone stared after him in confusion. I sat in my seat and laughed silently to myself while everyone resumed listening to Mrs Baker. After class, I stepped out of the room only to be grabbed roughly by the upper arm and pulled into a nearby janitors closet which I didn't even know was there...I was yanked forward to meet Asher's blazing eyes as he said two words which made me practically unravel. "Your turn" I gasped slightly as he locked the door behind both of us which plunged us into darkness. He switched on a small dim light hanging above us. He pulled me towards him abruptly by slipping his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and tugging hard causing our noses to push against each other. Asher's hands found their way into my jeans and slipped in a single finger. We had been going at that for per ten minutes before he pulled his fingers out completely, unlocked the door and walked out without a single look back, leaving me mad and extremely sexually frustrated.
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Temporary Kisses
Roman d'amour-I'm very aware that this is not the best written piece of work...I wrote it when I was like 13 so I'd like to think I've improved an awful lot since then
