Wicked Games Academy

CHAPTER 14

The next day after we became "lovers" I was uneasy that night. It was right before the weekend, too, so after dinner I asked Clive to shower first then try some "minimal" physical activity.

Normal words disappeared and I tried to imitate my father with his particular terms, which was what Richie picked up. Now I remember, I once talked normally with Daniel, but when I was in school I put on a facade. I wanted to be a knight in front of them. 

In front of Clive I was that child again. I had nothing worthy so I pretended I did. 

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded.

That night when entered to Clive's surprise, I gave him a surprise hug with a sheet.

Laughing, he hugged me through it and closed the door behind us. In the dark he reached for me and I laughed, ticklish, until we were on my bed.

"Do you want to do it?" Clive whispered.

"I don't know what to do. Well, with a boy at least," I said. I didn't know how to have sex, even with a girl.

"Then I'll touch you—"

"Wait!" I was surprised at my own exclamation. "First, kiss me."

Clive kissed me and I pressed my lips tightly before opening it to relish his ticklish bites and then his mouth went down. He licked my neck and I jumped a bit.

His tongue was like being of its own, making me squirm and hold back the boner that was growing.

"You're so adorable, Nathan," he whispered to my skin.

Clive bit my earlobes softly and I held his hand.

Raising his hands to my face I felt how rough it was against my cheek, then I licked his fingers eagerly. I sucked on them, my tongue encircling it again and again.

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That was my first experience, although I had a bad feeling when we were called out the following night. We had another job to do, and this time we had to kill a head rebel. He lived in a good house and when he caught sight of us, he ran behind his house into a marsh surrounded by reeds.

It took Clive nearly jo time and soon the rebel crouched before Clive, his chest wet with blood, and still he held Clive's legs.

This rebel was hard to kill, he seemed like a veteran fighter and had deflected most attacks until Clive gave it his all. I caught the man from the back and stabbed him fatally twice. He had not expected Clive and I to attack from both sides.

Even now, his lines face was hard and lined with regret.

"Just die already, or we'll have to stab you again," Clive whispered to him.

"You're beautiful," the man croaked, making my fists tighten.

"Damn fool! What are you saying!" I shouted.

Clive was quiet.

"You remind me of Achilles, or was it Paris? A beautiful youth with flying golden hair. I have never seen such a lovely sight in my years in battlefields," he went on, annoying me.

"Are you still not dying?" Clive said, so soft and concerning you would've thought he was an Angel of death.

"Kiss me, and I will wait to bleed out or let you stab me—"

"Nonsense!" I pulled out my rapier, ready to give a death blow until Clive held out a hand.

"Just a kiss, right?" Clive asked.