He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 149: Back in Uniform

[Akara's POV]

My first night back in my bed was glorious. A mattress, pillows, a duvet, the heating on, having filled up on a plate of fried rice with shrimp, one of the best things my cousin could cook, a hot shower and a shave, I'd fallen asleep within seconds of laying back on the bed, my phone ending up slowly buried beneath the covers.

And in reality my dreams didn't make me panic in the moment, it was waking up that saw my heart rate increase and my face flush, ears burning.

I slid out of bed as quietly as I could, walking awkwardly toward the toilet, the memory still on my lips, still available to taste, hear, feel, see.

I knew where I'd gotten portions of it, knew what I'd snatched the positions from, but it held none of the horrifying qualities the video I'd watched had, had. The subject switched to a strange flicker between Atlas and Jacob, as though my dream state was unable to remember who I was begrudgingly lowering myself down on, a heavy, dense wave of heat nearly suffocating me, forgetting to breath, the sensation below somehow not quite there, yet a strange fictional pleasure wrapping around me, my hand on my cock being forcefully guided by theirs.

Dizzy, confused, and blissful, I'd been half detached from the strange intense scene. Nothing realistic, no pain or fear or sickness, and half the sensations present, but my brain still received it as real information and my cock was hard as anything when I woke up.

The realisation of what I'd just dreamed, the position especially, from the video that had made me feel sick watching it, made me nauseous, and honestly, a little worried.  Concerned because a part of me really didn't even want to like the unlikeable, the unthinkable.

That said I reluctantly jacked off in the shower, initially convincing myself I wouldn't have to bother. It always took me longer in the shower though, and I could practically hear the moment Gift woke up, and eventually knocked on the bathroom door, expecting me to get out quicker.

I finally finished and groaned, my face hot, and felt weirdly dissatisfied as I left the bathroom in a hurry.

Gift grabbed my clothes and put them outside the bathroom on the chair and I shoved them in a drawer of mine where I put all my dirty clothes I couldn't be bothered to do anything with.

I thought he'd be pretty pleased, given I had woken up early and was getting dressed for school already, despite being tired and roughed up in places, my feet looked like patchwork with parts looking redder than others, but he was concerned as he was leaving the shower, his school trousers on, drying his hair with one hand, the other on his phone.

I put my stuff together and headed downstairs, wondering if Gift would expect me to help with making breakfast given I'd gotten up this early, when I got a text.

[ M o m ]  Hello Akara we are coming home now should be back by tomorrow honey. your father says hi to you

And then a moment later...

[ M o m ]  You did well in the hike so proud of you

I smiled at my phone briefly, snorting as I shoved it back in my back pocket, edging toward the sink, pouring myself a glass of water, considering doing some of the washing up both of us had been too tired to do after eating. It would be weird if she came back and found out it was only Gift doing most of the chores, even if he sort of grabbed them without discussion.

Then I thought about it and my smile faded, hearing the footsteps heading down the stairs.

I moved away from the kitchen as Gift stepped inside, nodded my way and opened the fridge to get out some food. He also made his own lunch and brought it with.