BLUE [BXB]

TWELVE

   Katrina tangled her hands in Ethan's hair, pushing her body down into his. He tried so desperately to enjoy it, willing his body to react the way it should've been.

   But there was really no denying it. Ethan was into it, but the whole ordeal just lacked. There weren't any tingles or shocks or thrills. The only thing he felt was her crotch against his and the uncomfortable throbbing of his dick.

   After kissing Vincent, Ethan had gotten a taste of heaven, and now, he was greedy for so much more. He wanted to drown in the feeling, have it consume him.

   Naturally, Ethan wouldn't admit that to anyone. Not even himself.

   Especially not himself.

   He blocked out all his thoughts, all the memories of Vincent's lips on his skin, and instead focused on the heat collecting in his core.

   Then his ringtone blared through the room.

   Desperate for any excuse to relieve himself, he pushed the too-eager girl away. Ignoring her whines of protest, he forced her off his lap and picked up the phone, not bothering to check caller ID.

   "Hello?" he replied, voice groggy and husky.

   "Hi, Ethan," Vincent's sweet voice rang in his ear, almost startling him. "I'm sorry; were you asleep?"

   Ethan couldn't bite back the smile. "Don't worry about it. I was just lying down."

   Katrina scoffed from beside him. "Ethan! Come on!"

   Vincent cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Is this bad timing?"

   On the contrary. "No, not at all."

   "Anyways, I just wanted to see if we could work on the project. But if you're occupied—"

   "Nonsense. I'll be over in ten," he promised, dismissing Katrina's glare.

   "Ethan," Vincent called out, almost hesitantly. "Is it okay if...Can I come over instead?"

   The boy furrowed his brows, confused as to why. Nevertheless, he agreed. Albeit a little reluctantly, for he knew getting Katrina to leave was going to be a pain in the ass.

   "Babe! Are you serious?" she whined, pouting like a child.

   "Sorry, Kat. It's for school. You're gonna have to leave," he said.

   "But babe," she leaned over, hovering over his ear. "Don't you wanna continue what we started?" she purred, in a way that was meant to be seductive.

   Ethan allowed himself to gaze at her cleavage for a second, but then, the image of two bright, blue eyes popped up in his head, and he found himself looking away.

   "Out, Katrina," he gestured to the door. "I'll call you later."

   Katrina frowned. "Asshole," she muttered, storming out of the room.

   Ethan shrugged, only feeling a tad bit upset that she'd left like that. As soon as he heard the front door shut, he bolted out of bed and began cleaning his room like crazy.

   It was strange, really. Katrina had been in his room mere minutes ago, and he hadn't felt the need to tidy up. He didn't dwell on it for long, though, because, soon enough, he could make out Vincent's soft greeting from downstairs.

   The other boy trod up the stairs after speaking with Stephanie, taking the steps each at a time as he attempted to stall the inevitable. Truth be told, he was nervous.