How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 11: The First

The fundraiser supplies needed to go in a storage shed behind the Silver Dome, which was a stand alone dome-shaped building that acted as both the main theater for graduations and other ceremonies. It was also where we went to see movies for my Motion Picture Review Club. They were seeing Avengers End Game because someone suggested we watch at least one major blockbuster hit a semester. I already saw it so I didnt mind showing up late after the fundraiser.

I unlocked the storage double-doors with a sign that said "MPRC Staff ONLY!!!" on it. I chuckled at the sign as I always did. It was quite a sizable unit, large enough to have its own electricity and windows. I took one step into the dark shed and placed the boxes down. As I turned to leave, the door shut behind me.

I froze for a moment, startled by the loud clanging of the doors. My last glimpse of light was an arm pulling the door closed... from the inside.

"Who's there?" I stammered, backing up. I tripped on the boxes and almost fell if not for a hand catching my arm and pulling me into a hard chest. I almost melted into a puddle right there.

Emiel again. He must have followed me. Excitement prickled up my arms and legs. I trembled as the scent of him filled me. Intoxicating.

His hands were on me again, this time on my neck, then cupping my jaw, tilting my head back. My entire body was on fire. The room was too hot. The air was too thick. I couldn't breathe. Excitement exploded from my chest and sent me spiraling into a fevering arousal.

His lips tasted like pure sugar. One drop and I almost orgasmed right then and there. My trembling grew worse. Now my entire body shook quite noticeably. I never wanted anything more in my life than to drink him whole. And that's exactly how Emiel kissed me. He poured into me and drank from me. Our tongues swam in synchronized strokes. He pulled me into his thrashing currents until my brain dizzied with want.

The sound of my buckle snapped me out of it.

In one swift motion, I shoved him away from me. I couldn't see him in the dark but I could hear his body hit the shed wall with a sharp thud. And I heard him chuckle softly.

The feeling of his fingers trailing my chest sent anger roaring through me. I shoved him again but he caught my arms. I jerked my whole body back, taking him with me when I went keeling out of the shed. We landed on the grass outside with Emiel on top of me. He straddled me and planted his hands on either side of my head.

Pure delight etched a smile into his face. I almost spit on him.

"I'm not Shiva," I snapped.

"No you're not," Emiel said, still smiling. "You're much more interesting."

"Why do you keep trying this with me?"

"Why do you keep denying me?" He leaned down again but I held a hand out against his chest, blocking him from coming closer. To my utter shock, I could feel his heart pounding.

"So you're nervous," I said. Emiel's smile left. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my own chest. "I'm nervous too. I'm always nervous around you."

"Why's that?"

"For one, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life. You look like starlight."

Emiel tried to lean down towards me but I pushed at him again. The hands on either side of my head turned into fists. He groaned, "You're killing me. You can tell me all that, but you'll barely let me kiss you."

"It's because I am a person, Emiel." I didn't tell him that I found it weird too. I was there just spilling my guts but shied away from devouring him. All I wanted was to touch him, but I just couldn't. Then I realized. "I need to know you, Emiel. Horny or not, I can't do it if I don't like you. And I don't think I actually like you. Maybe if I hadn't seen you and Shiva like that, but... I did and I don't want that. I mean, I do want that but not like that."

"You're talking in circles."

"Just let me fucking figure it out," I snapped. "I want to do this with someone that's going to actually like me too."

He froze. His eyes studied my face. His blue eyeliner was smudged. I wondered when that happened. Slowly, he got up off me and stood over me, peering down. I remained on the ground as still as a corpse.

"Boring," he said before walking away.