He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 155: Taste of Consequence

[A/N]  I could be late, or I could be four days early, you can't possibly know....

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"I didn't do anything..." I mumbled.

"Turn!" He barked and I jumped and turned, my shoulders tight against me.

I gingerly began undoing the buttons. "It's just a mark..."

He waited for me to finish undoing the buttons and then helped pulling the shirt off of me, not quite roughly but speedily, grabbing it instead of handing it to me.

Somehow even facing the wall I could feel his blazing eyes on me, see his nostrils flaring, and quite glance saw evidence of as much.

"What... What the fuck..." Atlas exhaled.

I turned around, embarrassed, my face tinged with red.

Atlas looked appalled, and that made me feel even more embarrassed.

"Who the fuck did that?" He swung me around. "Who hurt you?" He was nearly shouting and I jolted wincing.

"No..." I mumbled, my face and ears beginning to burn. "It's not... No one..."

Jacob gave him a very brief explanation of what had happened and I waited without my shirt on between the two of them, nearly pressed up against the wall, my face slowly turning into a tomato.

Atlas swung around to look at me, his eyes wide. "You tried it out?"

I didn't move or say anything, I was dying from embarrassment.

"Let me see again!" He pulled my shoulder but I wouldn't move.

"Give me my shirt back." I snapped at Jacob, flushed down to my toes.

Jacob's nostrils flared. "You don't talk to me with that tone while wearing those marks on your body."

Heat ripped through me at the very most inopportune time, I glanced at him with a look that must have revealed exactly how much it struck me. It was mortifying, I couldn't stand it.

I glared at him slowly, trying to find the perfect words to cuss him out with.

"Stop." He cut me off, piercing eyes glaring back at me in advance. "Before you make things worse for yourself."

I swallowed hard. "I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one that left that stupid box of crap I just wanted to see what it does."

"I wanna see the marks again." Atlas growled, putting a hand on my shoulder but not moving me,

Jacob stared down at me, with something slightly cold in his eyes, it made me nervous, but no one could deny it was an attractive coldness, the kind that people might admire from afar.

"Turn for Atlas." He ordered.

And I didn't know why, but I almost heard the words 'turn for your master' in my head, as though that was what he had said. I cringed inwardly from embarrassment, but already on edge and feeling someone cornered, shirtless and in trouble, I decided to just do as they said.

I turned, briefly, and then turned back, glancing up at Atlas.

His nostrils flared, eyes burning as he looked down at me.

"Did you bring it?"

"What?" I snapped. "Of course not, what are you on?"

"Well... Well then lets get it, I want to see it."