How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 84: Offense

I thought a lot about what Professor Groves said. If I were caught in some strange punishment, what did I do what was so wrong? Was it some karma from a past life? With my present situation, it wouldn't be a far fetch to believe in reincarnation. My parents never really went to church. In our small town, there were very few options for reputable churches, and none of them were gay friendly. I sent a text to my dad.

Me: Am I baptized?

Dad: Yep. Your grandparents wanted you baptized before your first birthday. Mom says hi.

The mention of my paternal grandparents, who I called Grandmommy and Granddaddy, got me a bit sad. They passed when I was still in elementary school, with Granddaddy going first from a heart attack and Grandmommy following suit a year later. I didn't think of them often, but when I did, I missed them with every ounce of my being.

I thought about Emiel's network of friends. He had no family near him and didn't much seem willing to talk about them. I got an idea. I called the number I had for Jason but it was disconnected. From one of my first lives, I remembered Malai was still in contact with him.

Me: Can you send me Jason's contact info?

Malai: Hello to you too. Why?

Me: Please, Mal?

Malai: WHY?!

Me: Planning a surprise for Em. Need to know his favorite cake.

Malai: Emiel Emiel Emiel...

Me: I'll make it up to you. Promise. Ice cream on Sunday?

Malai: No.

Me: What do you want then?

Malai: I miss you asshole. I dont need you to make up anything to me. I need to see you but clearly you arent interested. Whatever.

She shared Jason's contact information. I groaned and tried texting her a few more times in apology, but Malai stopped responding. I was terrible at juggling everyone while still trying to successfully survive. I sent a "just in case" text to Jason.

Me: Hey its Solomon. Planning to surprise Em with his favorite dessert. Can I call?

If Emiel went through my phone, he'd see this first and then the call.

I called Jason. It went right to voicemail twice, but he answered on the third call.

"Are you a psycho too?" Jason snapped. "Stop calling me."

"I know what happened now," I blurted out to keep him from hanging up. It worked.

"Talk."

"I know Em started the fire and used it to get me to room with him. He put you in danger and he's batshit crazy."

"What do you want?" His voice was barely a whisper now.

"I am in a bit of a bind here," I said, trying to ease into it. I sat down on my bed, keeping my voice low. "I just found out all of this, but I am a bit trapped... with Emiel. I thought I knew him, you know?"

I heard Jason sigh. Then there was a long pause, as though he had been waiting for someone to finally listen to him about Emiel Hugo.

"I know exactly what you mean," he said. "He's got this school wrapped around his finger. The Dean included."

"Is he that rich?"

"He's loaded, Sol. Like, private jet loaded."

"That doesn't make any sense to me. He's just a college student."

"It's his uncle's money."

I perked up. He mentioned his uncle before, the one who took him bear hunting. This was why I should have talked to Jason sooner. He lived with Emiel for quite a while. He knew things that I never got the chance to learn.

Jason continued, "They left him everything, even control of their business. He's supposed to take over the whole thing when he graduates. His aunt and uncle worshipped him. They wouldn't leave him alone. Smothered him, and I think they did weird shit too."

I remembered what Emiel said to me a few lives ago, my 10th life.

"What's your happiness childhood memory, Em?"

"The nights my aunt and uncle left me alone. I liked... reading and learning things."

"What sort of weird shit?" I asked Jason, snapping out of my memory.

"Not like sexual shit necessarily. But once, when he was cooking of his elaborate expensive meals, I made fun of him growing up rich. He got upset and said something about how his aunt made him eat his own baby teeth and was starving him or something."

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

"That's why the fucker is insane. His aunt was like trying to keep him a baby forever and his uncle was even worse."

"What did his uncle do?"

"I don't know. Em never wanted to talk about it. I tried to be his friend, you know? Even when shit got weird with the Outings Club. Some of them would come over and have orgies right in the living room AND leave residue behind. When you came around, he got different... distant. He was fixated on you, asked me a million questions about you all the time—how you were at the library, one table closer to him."

My heart raced. That was my first life, when I was obsessed with getting close to Emiel. Those feelings were so raw and new for me then. He noticed me there too. He saw me even then.

I thanked Jason and we disconnected. Since it was nearing dinner time, and I didn't have to do homework since I already knew all the answers, I made my way over to Emiel's place.

He answered the door almost as soon as I walked up to it, and flashed his dazzling smile at me. His hair was wet, likely from a fresh shower. No makeup or jewelry. Just Emiel in a T-shirt and black boxer briefs with the scent of lavender body wash looming from his skin.

I snatched his face towards me and kissed his deep mouth and soft lips with hunger. I moaned into him as my fingers sank into his hair, feeling the softness of his scalp. We fell onto the apartment floor, door still open and our feet in the hallway.

We fumbled to our sides, with Emiel behind me, and he yanked my pants down to my thighs as I pulled him free from his underwear. I reached back and grabbed his ass, feeling the firmness of it and also the softness. His ass was a handful and then some. When the head of his cock pushed inside me, I pulled him by his ass, sinking him in faster and harder.

Emiel cried out, "Jesus Solomon, ah!" He gripped my own swollen cock and stroked me, unevenly as I was pumping my ass back into him with rough loud slaps. Emiel couldn't focus on me with his own pleasure skyrocketing.

The door was wide open. Anyone could have walked by and seen us. The very thought of it made my eyes roll back. He grabbed my cock like a safety handle, holding on to me for dear life. I wrapped my hand around his on my erection and guided him there too. We were stroking and fucking in a frenzy, panting and sweating.

"Together," Emiel said in my hair. I felt kisses being planted along the back of my neck and shoulder.

"Now, now, now," I moaned. My breath hitched. My heart stopped.

The orgasm tore through me, tightening my chest until I nearly cried. Emiel's moans came out as screams, right in my ear, as he pushed himself as deep as he could in my ass. With every wave of pleasure and ejaculation, our bodies shook in unison.

We managed to crawl further into the apartment and kicked the door closed.

"What was that about?" Emiel laughed. He pulled himself out of me and rolled onto his back.

I moved to my back too, staring up at the white ceiling. "I don't know, Em. I don't know."