Coquettish Concupiscence

Monday

Zach's POV:

Man I hate Mondays and I mean I really hate them. Way more than I hate the rain, myself, and tiny ass finger food. I mean we get it they're cute, but come on, I can fit like twelve of them in my mouth at once.  Anyway where was I? Mondays right. I hated them and this Monday is no different. In fact it's made worse by the fact that the rain storm meant I did nothing, but sit in my room, brooding, and thinking about sodomizing the guy who is currently sitting next to me.

I steal a glance to the side and see him staring intently ahead doing his best to ignore me. My emotions run wild. Guilt over sleeping with his boyfriend, regret over teasing him so much he felt the need to give me a concussion, and confusion caused by the overwhelming desire to continue doing both things. 

Okay, I'm not sure if I want to do the first thing again, it was good, but maybe not good enough to merit hurting him again. I'd definitely do it again if it was with the boyfriend who's yet to allow me to touch him though. 

Don't patronize me. I don't by normal standards condone cheating, it's just Alec is... Well Alec is... Adorable. Sexy. Arousing. A walking aphrodisiac. He makes me feel like a five-year-old in a candy store, I can't resist the need to touch everything and put stuff in my mouth. It's completely worth getting hit by another chair for, even if said chair is made of meddle and hurts like a bitch to have slammed against my head. Screw it. I don't care anymore, brain cells be damned.

"Alec hon." I call in a tone I've used countless times to get, well anybody and everybody really. I've been using the same voice for a long time and it hasn't failed me yet. "Why are you ignoring me." I pout while sticking my lip out in a phony heartbroken manner. 

Alec flinches a bit at my words, but doesn't respond further, so I reach out my hand and go to stroke his shoulder. Suddenly Alec's hand is on my wrist, and not for the first time, twisting it sharply to the point of causing sharp pain. I feel like all I do around him is get myself hurt, thank The Lord this isn't one of my turn ons, or is it? I think, before determining that I am most likely not into this kind of foreplay. 

"Don't you dare touch me." He snarls menacingly at me and I feel my blood start to burn at the feel of his skin on my own, as if fire were shooting through me. This would be why I said most likely not into it.

"Well then, don't go holding my hand. It's bound to cause misunderstandings love." I say with a smirk.

For a minute Alec just stares at me, confusion written all over his face. Then his eyes drop to our hands before asking in a voice that is still on edge, but much less menacing then before. "And just how exactly, is one person breaking the wrist of another in anyway the same as hand holding?"

"Well the skin to skin contact is the same." I say, still sporting a confident smirk even though my wrist is pulsing under his hand while the memory of our first meeting, and how long the sprain he gave me then had taken to heal, is flitting through my brain.

"Its not at all the same." He states bluntly.

"Sure feels the same." I continue with a wink.

"It does not." The boy in front of me exclaims like a spoiled child would, while fighting with his friends over who a toy belongs to.

"What's with that response? How old are you? Five?" I ask with a raise of my brow at his absurd attitude. 

"If I'm five, then that makes you a pedophile." He says with a bit of snark and I can tell he thinks he just won the upperhand with his quick-witted comment. 

It doesn't faze me however and I let my voice drop a few octaves as I say. "Who says I'm not also five?"

"You can't be five. You're older than me." He says in surprise and I just giggle.

"Fine." I relent. "Then I'm six. It's not like I care that much, a year difference still puts us within dating range."

"Like I'd date you." Alec scoffs and rolls his eyes at me.

"Your hand seems to disagree. You just can't get enough of me can you?" I inquire while giving our hands a pointed look.

Alec fallows my gaze to find our interlocked hands and he pulls away like he's been scalded. "When did you...?" He growls angrily before his hands curl into fists.

Quick as a mouse, I raise my own up in surrender and call out. "Calm down. I didn't mean any harm. Besides if you hit me again you might lose your scholarship and they'll send you back to Spain."

Alec's face blanches and he turns too look me directly in the eyes. The burning heat behind them is almost enough to make me look away, almost.

"How do you know that?" He seethes at me and I stare at him with practiced innocence.

"Whatever do you mean?" I enunciate slowly as if I really have no  idea what he is talking about.

"Don't play dumb. How did you know about the scholarship, me being from Spain, and while we're at it how did you know our age difference?" He asks quietly and I smile coyly at him.

"Oh that. I asked around." I say still using that same lowered voice from before. "I must say I am a bit surprised. Your American accent is good, I never would have guessed. I also never would have expected you to be so smart. Top of your class, valedictorian, and you were able to test into all sophomore classes. Color me impressed." I say with genuine sincerity.

It was, scratch that, is very impressive, and hot I might add. So fucking hot. Oh Lord help me, he's got the looks, a round ass, beautiful eyes, toned body, and the brains to match. God he's perfect. If only he'd let me take him back to my place. I'd only need the one time. Or the multiple times, we all know it wouldn't stop with just one round. 

My mind is screaming at me to do something and I wet my lips a bit before seeing the disdain in Alec's face. 

"Get your dirty gaze off of me. You blackmailing pervert." He growls at me and I snap back into reality.

"I wasn't... I mean well... Did you know you're really sexy when you're angry?" I say in a deep voice. "I never noticed before, but your Spanish accent shows up slightly. It's mouthwatering." I growl and move closer to him. My breath hitching in my throat.

Alec turns to meet my eyes again and what I see there gives me a start, but it's gone before I'm really sure what I saw was even there, being replaced instead with a look of utter disgust. But it had been there, hadn't it? The look of wavering that told me he was at least slightly interested. Even if he himself wasn't aware of it.

"Your despicable and just plain nasty." He says coldly as he stands to leave. I take a quick glance at the clock and see the hands pointing at twelve and one, signalling the end of class.

"And your plain delectable." I tell him honestly, but he never turns around as he leaves the classroom and me behind, so I'm not sure if he hears me or not. Probably didn't, after all I'm still conscious and there are no sharp objects impaling me.

Lord Buddha, Allah, God, Spongebob, whoevers watching, please don't condemn me for this. After all, the things that boy does to me, what he makes me want to do to him, really is unfair.

End chapter whatever chapter this is. Next update sometime next week, I think.