by Rowan Shaw
"Well, maybe you don't care about queer kids, but I do," Adrien snapped.
"Bullshit. Who is she?"
I raked my mind for any mention he'd made of his family. He rarely talked about them, and I never asked because I hated the pain in his eyes when I did. I tried to piece together the slim information I'd gathered until something clicked and my eyes bulged.
"She's your sister!"
"No, I don't know her."
The girl had long hair as black as his, her skin the same olive shade, and eyes so dark they looked like a storm when she got angry.
"Why are you lying to me, Adrien? Why did it look like she doesn't know who you are?"
He resumed walking, forcing me to keep up.
"Because she doesn't," he acknowledged. "I left home when she was barely six."
"But it's her, right? Your sister?"
A long sigh whistled out of his mouth, but he didn't respond.
"What's her name?"
"Why do you care?"
"How did you know she would be there?"
"I didn't. She's supposed to be at school."
I paused. "Wait! How often have you seen her since you left home?"
Adrien ran his hand through his hair, clenching his jaw. "I didn't see her for years. I noticed her one time that I was passing by my parents' building. She was with them. I decided to try and figure out her habits after that."
"So you could stalk her?" I gaped at him, horrified.
Unamused, he looked askance at me. "So I could spend time with her."
"But she doesn't know who you are?" I asked again.
"No."
"Why didn't you tell her?"
His eyes filled with aggravation when he stared me square in the face. "Because if I did and her parents got wind of it... If they found out I've figured out a way to see her against their will, they would do everything in their power to cut all ties between us."
"Why are you so scared she'll come out? What did they do to you?"
He shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."
I didn't insist. The agony pooling in his eyes was too strong.
"I'm sure she won't do anything drastic. Your advice was sound."
"She didn't take my advice."
Right! "What are you going to do about it, then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you're worried about her, I think you should tell her. She has a right to know who you are."
"She doesn't need all that drama in her life."
"Maybe, but if you don't tell her and she comes out, who knows how that might go?"
"Putain!" he snapped loudly enough that he startled an older lady walking her dog.
"Malotru," she said, glaring at us.
Adrien didn't even notice. He was too far gone, his mind filled with worries for his sibling.
The air was heavy, smelling of a brewing storm, which forced us to hurry through the streets. We walked past some stores and pastry shops, the clouds darkening in the sky with thunder rolling in the distance. We both sighed in satisfaction when we reached the building and stepped into the warmth. I was reluctant to leave Adrien alone, but I only had an hour left before class.
"I'll be fine," he assured me with a smile so fake, even I could see through his façade. Though I didn't quite know where his pain stemmed from, I could only imagine, and envisioning the truth chilled me to the bone.
Chapter 26
ADRIEN - THREE WEEKS LATER
There were times when I hated working with new clients. I'd already told Daniel that, but he was stubborn as shit. I knew the job wasn't about me, but it was a literal pain in my ass when the guy didn't know how to fuck. This poor loser wanted to book me until morning, but after two rounds of him nailing me, I told him the time he'd paid for was up. I showered and got the hell out of there as quickly as possible. No way was I letting him rail me all night long. Daniel had better not book me to service him again because I would call in sick for the first time in my career.
Disgruntled, I tiptoed my way into the apartment, sure that Raphaël was sleeping. It was one A.M. already; I was exhausted. I took off my shoes, my eyes catching on a light shining from under the living room door. Apparently, Raphaël had fallen asleep in front of the TV again. I shook my head, trying not to make a sound when a moan seeped through, faint but distinctively sexual.
I clicked my tongue. If Raphaël was doing Charlotte on the couch again, I wasn't staying out here waiting for them to finish. He had a bed, for Christ's sake. I wasn't sure why he couldn't be bothered to fuck in it.
I cleared my throat to let them know I was home, and the moaning stopped as if on cue. All I wanted was to fall in the sack, but I made the effort to wait a few minutes so they'd have time to get dressed. When everything turned silent, I stepped in, my presence startling Raphaël, who jumped back in his seat, clutching his blanket to cover himself.
He was alone.
I narrowed my eyes and looked at him sideways, then at the TV that was turned off.
"Is Charlotte in the bathroom?" I asked.
"She's not here," he replied a bit too fast.
I swept the room with a quick glance. I knew I'd heard a female moan when I came in. I'd fucked enough women to know what they sounded like.
"You were sleeping?" I asked, though I knew he wasn't.
"Yeah."
Liar!
"Sorry I woke you from your naughty dream, then," I teased, not hiding my amusement.
"What?"
"Someone was moaning, so either you were having a nice dream or you were watching porn."
He stared at me without responding. Yep, definitely watching porn.
"What were you watching?"
"I wasn't. I was sleeping."
"Were you dreaming of Charlotte, then?" If he thought I was letting this one go, he was kidding himself. It was too much fun to watch him squirm. "I'm just asking because I can see your hard-on poking up from under the cover."
Raphaël swallowed hard and gathered more of the blanket over his crotch. I let out a soft laugh. As if one more layer of fabric could hide his condition.
"You're not going to share?" I asked.
He made a face. "Share what?"
"Watching porn on your own is pretty selfish."
"I wasn't..."
I lunged for the remote before he could react and turned the TV back on. On the screen, a man was penetrating a woman's ass doggie-style while she feasted on another female lying in front of her.
"A threesome, huh?" I arched an eyebrow at him. "And you were going to keep that to yourself. Tsk tsk."
Raphaël buried himself further into the couch the louder the women moaned.
I let out a laugh. "There's no need to be so shy, Raphaël. It's just porn. It's nothing I haven’t already seen. Actually, that in particular is nothing I haven’t already done."
"I'm not being shy."
"Do you mind if I join, then? Did you pay for this on demand?"
Raphaël nodded, though he wouldn't look at me. He was so mortified, it was borderline cute.
"You can say no if you don't want me to join." I couldn't believe he was being so prudish about this. I'd just caught him red-handed watching a threesome and jacking off to it on our couch. He wasn't as coy as he liked me to believe.
"No...it's...it's okay..."
"You're sure?" I didn't want to push if he truly was uncomfortable.
He gave a tiny smile. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"Do you mind if we rewind?" I asked and sat by his side.
When he shrugged, I pressed the button to start the movie right as the pizza guy on the screen was ringing the doorbell of two married women. I peeked at Raphaël from the corners of my eyes. His gaze was glued to the screen as if avoiding me.
When one of the women grabbed the pizza box from the guy's hands and pinned him against the wall, I started to caress myself over my jeans. I was getting hard already. Raphaël took his time to slip his hand back under the
blanket and stroke himself. The entire time, he wouldn't look at me. This was by far the most awkward jerking off session I'd ever had, to the point where I almost wanted to call it quits, except I never declined some good porn.
When my cock was so engorged it began to hurt, I unbuttoned my pants and slid my fingers under the rim. Raphaël's eyes flew to my crotch and stayed there, wide and watching while I touched myself under my briefs. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed him ogling me, but him watching really turned me on.
My jeans were tight and squeezing, forcing me to lift my ass and pull them down along with my underwear, exposing my fully hard dick. In my peripheral vision, I saw the Adam's apple jump in Raphaël's throat as he stared, his eyes right on my cock.
"Will you let me watch you too?" I asked. "Or are you going to hide under your blanket until you come?"
He didn't react right away. He sat there, still gaping while I grabbed myself with slow motions that shot shivers all the way down my lower back. When Raphaël finally pushed the blanket down, exposing himself, my breathing hitched. He was fucking gorgeous. His cock was as long as mine, but thicker, cut, and so damn hard I wanted to suck the living breath out of him.
I licked my lower lip. I hadn't expected him to be fully naked under the blanket. I could barely stop ogling him. Raphaël's dark brown skin was already pearling with sweat. I knew he'd told me he used to play soccer, but I didn't expect him to be so chiseled. My cock twitched at the sight, and before I knew what I was doing, I shifted closer, my shoulder touching his.
"You said you've had a threesome, right?" I asked, my voice hoarse from my rising pleasure.
"Yes. Twice. One with two cis men, one with a cis man and a trans man."
"You liked it?"
"Who wouldn't?" He kept tugging at his shaft, staring at the screen while talking to me. I couldn't stop gawking at him, my dick throbbing in my hand.
"Have you let a woman peg you, too?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you against it?"
"No. I dunno. It just never happened." His hips jerked forward. "Oh fuck! I'm going to come soon."
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I couldn't help but envision him in all kinds of positions, my cock buried deep in his ass when he let out moans so loud, they shot all the way to my dick as he released all over his chest, shaking from the force of his orgasm. His release brought mine along as I thrust in my hand, imagining it was his. I ejaculated all over my stomach, my bare ass sweating from the leather of the couch. I could barely breathe from coming so damn hard.
Raphaël's eyes flicked to me quickly. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, though he had reverted to his uneasy self, squirming in his discomfort.
"You said you and Charlotte are in an open relationship, right?" I asked.
He nodded without looking at me. I ran my eyes over him. He was still aroused, softening a bit.
"Would you let me blow you?" I asked.
His head whiplashed toward me, his eyes dilated. "Isn't that against the rules?"
Fuck the rules! I wanted him too much to care about the damn rules.
I sustained his gaze until he looked away, swallowing down a gulp as he gave a tiny nod.
"I know you're not supposed to screw around, but I'm clean," he stated. "I know that for sure."
"Is that a yes, then?"
The rhythm of his breathing increased, his chest rising and falling more quickly.
"Are you nervous, Raphaël?" I teased.
"It's just...if this fucks things up, I have nowhere else to live."
That made me pause for a second. I hadn't thought of that. "We're just playing around. If you don't take it seriously, there's no reason why it should matter."
He nodded all too quickly. "Okay."
"Yeah?" I couldn't help but beam.
"Yes." He was staring at the TV screen on which the man was now fucking the second woman up her pussy, her moans of ecstasy making my dick twitch. Raphaël relaxed on the couch and closed his eyes while I settled between his legs, completely naked.
I ran my fingers over the tender skin of his flat stomach, sliding the tips through his cum, going all the way down. Raphaël was semi-flaccid, but he would harden quickly. I ran my palm over his crown first, so soft against my skin.
"Ah fuck!" he exclaimed, bucking in my hand, making me smile before I took him fully in my mouth.
He tasted salty, and he smelled like sex and decadence, arousing me before I could even soften completely. I smiled around his dick, then bobbed my head to please him.
"Ah, yeah, just like that."
I took him all in, running my tongue over the slit of his tip and grabbing his balls, caressing them gently. In no time, he was fully hard in my mouth, a lot bigger than I'd realized from watching him jerk off. Running my index finger over his abs, I wet the tip with his cum before bringing it against his hole, sliding it inside slowly, inch by inch, until I was lodged in comfortably. His muscles squeezed around my finger tightly enough to hurt, but I knew his orgasm would be so much stronger this way.
"Fuck, this feels so good," he echoed my thoughts as I worked on his dick and increased the rhythm.
When I felt the muscles of his hole tighten around my finger, I sped the motions of my head, making his dick jerk in my mouth. I gave his slit one last lick, bobbing my head so fast he was almost choking me as I made him come so hard, a loud cry poured out of his mouth in his release. His cum hit my tongue, its salty taste making me harden to a painful point as he gave a couple more thrusts, then stilled.
His chest was covered in sweat when he opened his eyes lazily and looked at me with a blissful grin on his face.
"This was the best fucking blow job I've ever had."
I swallowed his cum and let out a laugh. "Yeah?"
It'd better be.
"Yeah." He wouldn't stop ogling me, his eyes dropping to my dick. "I'd offer to return the favor, but I'm worried I won't compare."
"It's not a contest, Raphaël."
"So you want to?"
He was testing all my weaknesses. Of course I wanted to, but I couldn't let myself go there. Pleasing him was one thing, but getting pleased by him was a whole different story.
"I'm going to go shower," I replied. I needed a cold one for damn sure.
"D'you want company?" he offered.
It took all my willpower to say no. I knew if he joined me, I would slip, and we'd end up fucking for good.
His shoulders sagged in disappointment when I told him there’d be another time. Thankfully, he didn't insist. There was only so much rejecting I could do. I stood and put my pants back on, my raging boner pressing tightly against the zipper. I was definitely shooting another load in the shower. I didn't know what had come over me going down on him like that, but it felt like a bad idea already.
Chapter 27
RAPHAËL
I still felt uncomfortable when I met Charlotte at the library the next day. I didn't know how to process the events from last night or how to tell her about it. Leaning over my book spread on the table, I decided to be forward and not lie.
"Something happened with Adrien." The words popped out, more freeing than I would have thought.
Charlotte studied me for a few seconds without a word, her expression unreadable. "What do you mean? Is he okay?"
"He caught me watching porn."
She let out a snort.
"It's not funny."
"It actually really is funny." Her snort turned into a laugh, almost like a giggle.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. I was trying to be serious here.
"Is that it?" Her dark brown eyes roamed my face.
"No." I paused, unsure how to proceed. "He offered to join."
"To join?"
"I was jerking off on the couch," I whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. All the other students were either bent over their books, perusing the floor-to-ceiling shelves, or scribbling on pieces of paper. "And he offered to
join."
"Oooh." To my dismay, her gaze twinkled with interest. "What did you say?"
"I said yes." I felt like shit telling her this. I knew she'd met that other man whom she liked a lot, but I didn't think they'd even fucked yet, so now I felt like the bad guy in this story.
"You did?" Her eyes widened. She seemed a bit too elated at the thought, if you asked me.
"You don't mind?"
"Raphaël..." She took my hand and squeezed. "I'm the one who asked if I could meet with Julien. I know you weren't too comfortable with that, but you said yes anyway. I still think it's fine if we see other people."
"I'm not seeing Adrien," I corrected her.
"No, you just jack off together." She let out another chortle.
I looked at her without a clue how to own up to what we'd done.
Her brow creased into a frown the longer I stared at her. "You did more than jerking off, didn't you?"
I gave a reluctant nod.
"Okay. I want the whole story." She sat up, hanging on to my every word.
"It's not that fascinating. He offered to give me head."
She never stopped staring. "And...?"
When I toyed with the pages of the book, unwilling to reply, she inched even closer and asked, "You accepted, right? Please tell me you accepted."
"Why are so glad about this? It's weird, Charlotte. You and I are fucking. Me getting head from other people shouldn't make you so happy."
"Why not? I don't see a problem with it. Besides, when I was over at your place last time and he was there, I felt something between you two."
"Pfff, right! He's just my roommate."
"Did he blow you?" she insisted, her gaze never wavering.
"Yes."
"So he's definitely more than a roommate. Was it good?"
"That's quite the understatement." Adrien had made me come so hard, I thought I'd gone blind for a few seconds.
Charlotte tapped my leg before caressing my knee. "So I guess this means I'm allowed to see Julien for good now, right?"
I breathed deeply. I couldn't say no to that without sounding like some selfish, possessive prick. "I never said you couldn't." I'd be lying if I said her wanting him didn't make me feel insecure. I'd always thought I was good in bed, so I would have assumed she might not need someone else. "You want him that badly?"
