Isaya finished with a dance practice including Percy,Cameron and Maria.
I nodded and headed to the bathroom, mumbling something about how everyone had done well. The stink of sweat and old clothes wafted over me the moment I entered the bathroom, and I leant against a wall. I took a few deep breaths, my head swimming, and managed to find a moment of calm.
Silly, really, that I assumed I'd be left alone. Those long, lazy footfalls could have belonged only to Hoseok, and I cringed when he rounded the corner. He locked his gaze on me like he had no intention of letting me slip away.
"I never knew you could dance like that." Percy's voice was light, teasing. He leant on the opposite wall, staring me down languidly.
"Do you have to torment me?" I breathed. My face lit on fire at the sound of my own voice. I'm screwed.
"Torment you? Isaya, you and I both know you're only tormenting yourself. Why are you even trying to stay away from me?"
He was a good four metres from me, and the room was filled with a painful stench, but I swore I could smell him anyway. I could practically feel that lazy smirk dragging across my skin; up my neck. I tried to suppress the urge to writhe against the cold, blue tiles.
"You always seemed like the type to know what you want..." Percy pushed off the wall and began a slow, vulturous walk towards me. "I wouldn't think you'd let anything get in your way..." The thud of his hands against the tiles beside my head made my eyes snap shut.
"Percy," I sighed, my palms pretending to shove at his chest. I felt small when he was so close. For someone I'd always seen as so feminine – so gay – he managed to emasculate me without the slightest effort. He just seemed so strong and tall and I'd never been so turned on. My body lit up from my face to my toes, akin to the sensation of leaning over an open flame.
A frustrated sound passed my lips when he pushed his knee between my thighs. My baggy sweats were too thin to protect me. I rolled my hips into the pressure like I wasn't even in control.
Percy's voice washed over my ear: "god, you're so hot for me already." My breaths came sharp – I didn't have the sense to be embarrassed by how needy I seemed. "What if your brother saw you like this?"
Somehow, I felt like he wanted me to come to my senses. I tried, really, but he'd taken my body somewhere that was difficult to come back from. A low moan passed my lips, amusing Percy so much that he covered my mouth and grinned. "You really need to snap out of it, Isaya," he whispered.
"You're a fucking asshole, Percy," I rasped, shoving him away from me. I couldn't step away from the wall quite yet – its support was the only thing keeping me on my feet.
"Invite me back to yours," Percy said with a grin and leant as close as I was likely to let him, "and I'll live up to that name."
He sauntered out, leaving me to slide to the floor and drop my head between my knees.
~
Of course, I pushed Cameron on Maria for the night to get the house to myself. Of course, I invited Percy over. Of course, he knew exactly what that meant and didn't waste a second throwing me down on the nearest surface.
The moment my butt hit the kitchen bench, his lidded eyes slid down my front and, his hand somehow made it into my boxers.
"Yah!" I hissed. I assumed, once I refused, he would chuckle and then stop. He didn't. "Percy stop; it's weird," I complained. I barely justified letting him touching me when I was hard, let alone when I was completely and utterly not. His hand was gently stroking over the loose flesh, and I gripped his arms, my embarrassment and frustration manifesting in white marks on his skin.
"It's not weird," he replied with a finger teasing my unprepared tip. "I like him when he's little and soft."
I shuddered, snaking my arms around his shoulders. A grimace spread across my face. His slight grin was subtle but laden with mischievous cheek.
"Did you just anthropomorphise my penis?" I accused, even as my body began to respond to his stroking. I'd never felt blood rush to my groin so fast in my life.
"Mmm," he hummed, leaning his head towards me and tilting his chin up. I turned my head away and refused his offer for a kiss, so he nuzzled my cheek instead. His optimism was incredibly frustrating sometimes.
There were a few moments where I just sat with my arms around his neck, letting him stroke me however he liked. His scent was everywhere, and turning away did nothing to clear my head of its invasiveness. He smelt faintly of shampoo and masculine soaps, but mostly just himself; the rich, almost leathery new clothes smell I always noticed around him. If I thought about it too hard, it might seem strange that he always smelt the same and that I always noticed. It was easier not to think about it.
I was already rather hard when I turned my head towards him, and his skin looked so soft that it was difficult not to bury my face in it. The thought crossed my mind to ignore the urges to taste his skin, but there would have been little sense in that. I pressed a short kiss to his neck, and he shivered which, in itself, was delightful. I couldn't help but kiss him again, moving my lips further under his jaw sucking lightly on the pale, thin flesh.
Usually, he would have made an annoying comment by now if I'd done something so bold; his silence was a relief. He tilted his head slightly. His soft appreciative sounds made my brows knit together. A part of me adored the feeling of giving him pleasure – my stomach clenched and my muscles tightened. A big part of me still managed to make it seem like the worst mistake of my life.
It felt like the longest we'd ever gone without speaking when he finally parted his lips and took a breath. I prepared myself for a disgusting comment accompanying a shit-eating smile.
"We're definitely not going to be interrupted?"
Percy's concern was momentarily surprising. I would have assumed he'd gladly showcase himself screwing me where someone could walk in on us.
I breathed a laugh against his skin. "Why, you shy?"
Percy seemed perfectly confident, stroking with just the right amount of pressure, clearly trying to elicit a response.
"About being seen screwing you in the kitchen? Not really. About being seen screwing you in the kitchen by your parents? A little bit."
I felt colour drain from my face. After a moment thinking it over, I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed his chest. He followed me towards my room. His fingers brushed my palm as he walked behind me, but I snatched my hand away. The electric shock that climbed up my arm and rattled my brain was enough to warn me how affected I was by his touch, even just the tips of his fingers. I was frightened of letting him affect me that much.
Percy's backpack was on the floor beside my bed before I knew he'd come in behind me. I closed the door and began towards him, stopping when he sat himself against the wall and dug in his shorts to make a start on his own length. There was that lump in my throat again, and the electric shocks shooting through my body. He knew what he was doing to me. He watched his hand for a moment and then slowly slid his gaze up to mine.
Hoseok sometimes got a look on his face that could freeze me entirely. His stupid expressions and cheeky grins always made me roll my eyes, frown, and want to punch him, but this look was nothing like that. His lips were slightly parted to reveal just a glimpse of his teeth. His brows were knitted just enough to show that he was highly concentrated and entirely serious. His eyes pinned mine, and he tipped his head back.
I took a few absent steps towards him, devouring the pale skin of his revealed neck with my eyes, swallowing hard at the sight of his Adams Apple bobbing. My knees bumped the bed. Every inch of my body screamed for him. Not even the niggling homophobe in the back of my mind was going to make me think twice.
~
Unlike the time before, Percy didn't let me slowly adjust; he didn't give me any time to wonder if it was what I really wanted. I'd been pinned to the bed, my mouth devoured, my clothes removed and my breath utterly stolen. His hands had an idea now of where to go to light my skin on fire. He found out the places that made me writhe and sigh and exploited his new-found knowledge until he had me unravelling in his hands, literally begging for him to hurry up and fuck me already.
I clung to him for dear life while he pushed his intruding length past my unwilling defences. I was impatient, pleading him to go harder, even if it ached and throbbed horribly. He shook his head and tried to kiss the frown-lines from my forehead. Actions like that always had me mumbling how much I hated him. Cute words and actions made my stomach flutter nervously, so I felt like I had to verbalise something aggressive to balance it out. It only made him kiss me more.
Percy finished with a crude shout, cursing anything that came to his mind and swearing blindly while he rutted ungracefully against me. I came soon after, throwing my head back into my pillows and groaning deeply. I only lasted so long because I'd refused to touch myself until I couldn't stand it. When Percy was finished cursing, he kissed a trail down my calf and then slowly pulled out.
Another groan – marginally less satisfied than the first – slipped from my lips at the feel of sticky, goopy liquid finding its way back out of me. Somehow Percy had already gotten a hold of tissues and was cleaning me up. I felt myself clench up at the feel of the tissues wiping at my sore, delicate entrance.
"Yah!" I cried, still trembling from my orgasm. I wanted to sit up or move away, but I felt as heavy as a house.
"I'm just saving your bed from being stained again," he assured me, not bothering to look up at me. I covered my eyes with my arm and let him do as he pleased. He sure knew a lot about this kind of thing.
He wiped at my stomach, and I glanced at him, wondering why he wasn't taunting me with his disgusting habits again.
"Isn't about time you told me to leave?" he said, his brow quirking lazily as he scored a goal with the tissues in my trash can.
I met his gaze and felt my insides swirl. I laid there – completely naked and spent – and look up at him – completely dressed and dignified – and didn't know how to feel. I wondered if I should feel used... but then again I'd begged for it. I'd never tried to get his clothes off him, nor had I refused to let him remove mine. I didn't feel angry; I didn't even feel bothered. I did feel confused, mostly as to why I really didn't want him to leave.
My fingers brushed over his on the bed, and we both looked down at the contact. There were a few silent moments while I tried to suppress the shudders that built up in my chest. What I was feeling for Percy in that moment was scary, but I did everything I could to ignore it. I wanted him there, because otherwise I'd be alone again, and that scared me more.
"Don't go," I whispered, pretending it didn't take every inch of my courage. His long, masculine fingers moved to wrap around mine, and that time, I allowed it. Softly, as though he had to be slow so not to frighten me, he laid down beside me.
His face was so close that I closed my eyes. I heard his breath and felt his thumb stroking gently over mine. It was just a little too much. Untangling my fingers from his, I rolled over and climbed under my blanket. I imagined he was smiling stupidly at me and even that annoyed me. Eventually his rhythmic breathing lulled me into a peaceful sleep.
