ML - chapter 10

Blake opened his eyes, seeing a familiar shade of hair - red, like the sky had been set on fire. “Oh hey, it’s dream-boy again,” he laughed, his voice sounding weird. When he glanced up at the boy again, he had a face this time.

A really cute face.

“Oh shit, I knew you guys looked similar, you literally look the same,” he laughed again, awkwardly this time. He felt even more awkward as Riya’s best friend stepped towards him and brushed a kiss to his lips.

The awkwardness disappeared quickly, turning to electric flames. Instinctively, Blake reached out, grabbing Atticus by the waist, and pulling his smaller body flush with his own. He was quite a lot taller than Atticus, so he had to crane his neck down a little to continue the kiss.

Atticus giggled; it was a beautifully bright sound, and one which Blake knew he hadn’t had the pleasure of hearing in real life. Atticus leaned back in, licking Blake’s bottom lip, coaxing him to open his mouth.

Blake obliged, relishing in the sparks Atticus’s tongue sent through his own. Blake gently pushed Atticus backwards, and a handy wall materialised out of nowhere. Blake pushed him up against it, placing his leg in between Atticus’s, enjoying the view of Atticus’s increasingly tight jeans over his crotch.

Smiling, Blake kissed him again, eliciting small moans from the young man as he ran his tongue over his neck, leaving little marks where he sucked on the tender skin. Atticus gripped Blake’s hair more tightly, grinding his hips against Blake’s, creating friction where their two erections met beneath the fabric.

Blake groaned, unbuttoning Atticus’s shirt slowly as the red-head placed kisses along his jaw, leading up to his mouth until he inserted his tongue, once again taking control of the kiss.

Blake wasn’t used to that. He was used to being in control, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t love Atticus’s assertiveness.

Undoing another button, Blake sucked on an area just above Atticus’s left collarbone, on a freckle there. Atticus gasped, bucking his hips against Blake’s once again. Blake chuckled, undoing yet another button. Soon, he had Atticus’s shirt completely off; his trousers would be next.

Blake reached down, undoing the button and watching Atticus’s gleeful expression, relishing in the feel of Atticus’s erection through the fabric, poking against his hand. An erection that HE caused. Somehow, the thought of Atticus feeling this way for anyone other than him bothered Blake immensely.

Atticus laced his fingers through his hair once again, encouraging him to continue. Blake smiled, licking his lips as he peeled back the waistband of Atticus’s boxers and-

Blake sat straight up in bed, immensely ashamed of himself. He had a sex dream about a guy he’d literally just met, and now he was hard and he would have to go to school soon, and face Riya, knowing that he tried to fuck her best friend in his own dream.

Groaning, Blake thudded his head against the wall. Now he had to shower, and do something about the very much awake thing in his boxers.

“Just think about something else.” Blake rolled his eyes, trying to find his release to something, but the only thing which came to mind was his dream. Eventually giving in, Blake let his imagination continue.

Afterwards, he scrubbed himself thoroughly, feeling very guilty. He’d jerked off to his own fantasy of giving a short ginger kid a blow job. “Congrats me, you’re officially creepy!”

Blake thudded his head against the wall again, hoping it would help this time.

It still didn’t.

Feeling increasingly ashamed of himself, Blake trudged to school. Just in time to see a black car roll up, and out got a head of hair the same colour as a thousand burning suns.

“Fuck me,” he whispered under his breath, before his brain snarkily said uh no, pretty sure it’s you who wants to fuck him, not the other way around. Groaning again, Blake waved awkwardly when Riya got out of the car and spotted him.

Walking up to her, he saw her blow a kiss at the driver of the car before the vehicle drove off. “I can’t believe you’ve been sneakily flirting behind my back for like over a year,” Atticus said, nudging Riya’s shoulder.

“Yeah, ok, whatever. Like you even know how to flirt.” Atticus did a fake gasp, shoving her slightly before they both dissolved in to giggles.

Oh shit, the sound is the exact same as in my dream…

Riya calling his name snapped him back to reality, and Blake smiled like he’d been listening the whole time. His friend asked him some question, and he gave some answer he hoped was vaguely reasonable, and tried not to focus on the slightly revealing cut of Atticus’s shirt, which showed off his collarbones.

Above his left collarbone, there was a freckle.

Oh shit, he thought to himself for the nth time that morning.

The trio stepped away from the gate just as the bus Riya normally got pulled up. Blake didn’t miss the serious expressions Riya and Atticus instantly had. The two watched with eagle eyes as everyone got off, and there, the last person to leave the vehicle, finally appeared.

His nose looks normal again. For some reason, that was Blake’s first thought upon seeing Daniel again. And then he remembered that this guy broke Atticus’s leg. Atticus, who was the cutest person Blake had ever met.

Atticus, who was sweet and kind, and funny and charming and oh my goodness more sexy than he had any right to be.

And Daniel beat him up.

And judging by the conversation between said guy and Riya, this wasn’t the first time it’d happened either.

Anger boiled through his veins, igniting angry flames in his heart. This guy had hurt Atticus.

Whilst Blake thought of all the ways he’d like to make sure Daniel never so much as thought about Atticus again, Riya tugged on his arm. “Come on, we all have classes to get to.” He wasn’t aware that she could practically smell the anger radiating from him, and it had nothing to do with being a werewolf.