Assassin's Angst: The Santorno Series

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  Ryan’s phone dinged. The coach had texted to let him know the rooms were full and Strong would be bunking with him. “Looks like you’re stuck with the homophobic bigot.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m just so used to being on the defensive.”

  “It’s cool. I get it.” Ryan sat down on the couch and put his feet up. “So what do you want to do?”

  Toby had a list in his head, but he didn’t figure Ryan would be up for a make-out session, followed by some fondling. “Food.”

  Ryan looked at the time. “Chow hall?”

  “Fast food.” Toby suggested.

  “Leave campus?”

  “Did you see a fast food joint on campus?”

  “Oh, we are going to get along,” Ryan laughed.

  They snuck out through Ryan’s window and made it to the parking lot undetected. Ryan grabbed Toby, and they hid behind a car as a security guard walked by. He motioned for Toby to follow him and they snuck by him out the gate. Ryan had parked his car down the block for this reason; he didn’t want it in the school parking lot. They made it to the fast food restaurant and Ryan watched Toby eat two giant burgers, with fries and a large cola.

  “Damn. I thought I had an appetite.”

  “I have a very high metabolism,” Toby mumbled with his mouth full.

  Ryan watched him eat. He had beautiful eyes. They had to be his best feature besides his rock-hard body. His dark brown hair was short. He couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, though.

  “What?”

  “Your eyes. The color.”

  “Ah. Yeah, my mom says they are my best feature — she calls them sky blue with a hint of gold. Your eyes are beautiful too.” Toby blushed. “Sorry.”

  “Nope, it’s cool. Thanks.”

  By the time they got back to the school it was almost ten. Ryan pulled Toby up through the window and they fell on the floor with Toby on top of Ryan. They froze there, looking at each other, and then Toby finally snapped out of it. He got up and pulled Ryan up.

  “So, I can take the couch,” Ryan offered.

  “Nah. It’s your room. I’ll take the couch.” Toby pulled his shirt off and stretched. “I’m not going to have a spring in my ass, am I?”

  Ryan had stopped listening. Toby’s shirt was off and he had a beautiful view of his chest; it was well-defined, with a soft line of hair going from his belly button and disappearing into his jeans.

  “Ryan?”

  “Huh?”

  “Blanket?”

  “Oh, yeah, you need a pillow?”

  “Nope, I’m good.”

  Ryan left to find a blanket and Toby got out of his jeans, throwing them on the back of the couch. Ryan had a nice room and there were pictures everywhere, mostly of him with a group of guys — all of them sexy as hell.

  “Here you go.” Ryan had to look away. Toby was in boxers and his dick had decided now was the time to pop up and say hi.

  “Who are these guys?” Toby pointed to the pictures.

  “Cousins. Why? You like one of them?”

  “Shit, any one of them would do.” Toby’s eyes roamed the pictures and that’s when he saw Andrei and Vince. “Markov and Panchenko?”

  “Uncles.” Ryan was ready for the screaming and running.

  “Huh…cool. So, these guys.” Toby pointed to the picture.

  “Well, you’re shit out of luck with Landon and Josh.” Ryan pointed at them. “Straight. My best friend Evan is straight too, so nope.” Ryan pulled the picture down. “I’m pretty sure Jensen is gay, but not sure about Hunter. I know for a fact Colin is because he’s in love with Nikolai.”

  “Markov?”

  “Yep. And Conner… Well, Conner is in love with the lovely Juliet.”

  “So these are the girls. If I wasn’t gay I’d have a hard time choosing.” Toby’s eyes fell on another picture. “Oh, wow.”

  “Damon, Tanner, Nico, and Stefan. Nico gets that reaction a lot.”

  “He’s just so… holy shit. That dark hair and the blue eyes.”

  “Yep. Makes the girls cry and the boys sigh.” Ryan shook his head. “I better not let you see the picture of my uncles.”

  “You look exactly like your dad.” Toby glanced from the picture he held and Ryan. “Same gray eyes, same build.”

  “I wish. He’s taller than me, and built.”

  “You’re built.” Toby eyed him. “Okay, well, I’m going to bed now.”

  Ryan stared up at the ceiling. He had been lying here for over an hour thinking about Toby — his eyes, his hands. Ryan rolled over and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long night. He heard soft moaning and got up. It sounded like Toby was either sick or dreaming. He walked out and flipped on the light.

  “Toby? Oh my God!”

  “Oh my God!” Toby tried to cover himself up and fell off the couch landing right on his dick. “Oh, fuck!”

  Ryan fought the urge to laugh. It was one thing when he jacked off, but to walk in on someone else doing it… priceless.

  “I knew this would happen.” Toby started getting dressed.

  “What would happen?” Ryan bit back a laugh.

  “I can’t be your roommate.” Toby grabbed his stuff, dressed quickly, and headed for the door.

  “Wait, what? Why?” Ryan ran after him.

  “I think you know why!”

  Toby opened the door and Ryan’s hand came down on it, shutting it. He leaned into Toby’s ear. “Were you thinking about me?”

  The shiver that ran down his spine from the timbre of Ryan’s voice in his ear told him he was in trouble. Ryan’s hands were traveling up his thighs.

  “Were you?” Ryan whispered in his ear.

  “Yes.” Toby huffed as Ryan’s hands circled around to his stomach.

  Ryan’s crotch was right on his ass, pushing him into the door. Ryan was kissing his shoulder and his hands slid lower. “What are you doing?”

  “What you were thinking about?” Ryan murmured. “What I was thinking about for over an hour?”

  Ryan backed off, and when Toby turned around, he motioned with his fingers. “Bring it.”

  Toby tackled him and they hit the couch. He grabbed a fistful of Ryan’s hair and looked down into his eyes. There was excitement in them and a shitload of lust. He crushed their lips together and heard Ryan’s loud moan.

  “Oh, fuck!” Ryan gripped his ass.

  “No shit!”

  They rolled off the couch, half stood, and kissed their way into the bedroom. Ryan threw Toby down on the bed and crawled up his body, licking his stomach and biting his hipbone.

  “Damn, Ryan!” Toby grabbed the sheets and closed his eyes.

  Ryan alternately kissed and licked Toby until he reached his mouth and slid his tongue in. Tongues introduced themselves and Toby rolled them over. Once he was on top, he got a beautiful view of Ryan. He caressed his face.

  Ryan’s hands were on his ass, squeezing it, and he deepened the kiss, searching his mouth. He spread his legs and Toby fell perfectly between them. They rocked into each other as the kissing became more intense.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” Toby licked his bottom lip and bit it.

  “Really?”

  “That’s the one thing I held back when looking at all those pictures, Ryan. You’re the only one I wanted.”

  Ryan pulled him down and kissed him hard. Toby’s hips rotated against him and then slid across his erection, and he nearly howled. He wanted more. He thrust his hips against Toby’s and they rocked together. Their breathing became more ragged as they moved together, their orgasms creeping closer.

  “Oh, shit! Toby, I’m coming!” Ryan closed his eyes as warmth spread through him.

  Toby came with a loud moan against Ryan’s neck. His whole body shuddered, and then Ryan let loose with a loud cry. Toby covered his mouth and kissed him harder. Ryan’s small moans and whimpers disappeared into their kiss. He pulled away slowly, looking into Ryan’s face. He was breathing hard and he looked absolutely incredible.
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br />   “That was your first time with a guy, wasn’t it?”

  “What?”

  “Your first time kissing a guy, and, well, everything else.”

  “You could tell? Oh God, I sucked, right?” Ryan turned his head away.

  “Look at me,” Toby said. Ryan opened his eyes and Toby caressed his face. “It was your reaction to everything, that’s all. You can kiss. Jesus, you can kiss!”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh God, yeah. As kisses go, yours will be in my mind for a long time.” Toby kissed him softly.

  Ryan pulled him down and kissed him more deeply. He moved his hips under Toby and smiled when Toby grabbed his ass, gripping it tight. There was a low growl in his mouth and Ryan broke the kiss, smiling.

  “Wow, do I turn you on that much?”

  “Are you kidding?” Toby ran his hand up Ryan’s chest. “Everything about you is a turn-on.”

  “You flatter me.”

  “I speak the truth. I wanted you the second I saw you.”

  “I thought you were gorgeous. Being gay was a plus,” Ryan added.

  “I would have never guessed you were. I hoped, then I just hoped if you were that you found me attractive.”

  “I was in here for an hour thinking about you.” Ryan rolled them over and pushed Toby’s leg out. He rubbed against him and kissed him. “I thought about kissing you.” Ryan kissed him softly, letting his tongue roam Toby’s mouth. “My hands on your body.” Ryan gripped his ass and pressed into him harder.

  Toby closed his eyes as Ryan kissed his neck. He brought his hips up to meet Ryan’s and they moved together, kissing. Ryan pinned Toby’s hands above his head, threading their fingers together as he rubbed his hips harder against Toby. Heavy breathing and small moans were the only sounds in the room.

  “Ryan!”

  Ryan kissed him harder and they sped up their movements. Ryan was about to come for the second time in the span of an hour.

  “Shit, Ryan!” Toby arched as he came, and Ryan joined him, groaning into his mouth.

  “Okay, now I have to change. One was okay, but two…” Ryan pulled at his boxers.

  “If I had known this was going to happen I would have just jacked off in front of you.”

  “Man, that was a sight to see. Too short, though.”

  “You owe me now.” Toby arched a brow.

  “I thought I just gave you something.” Ryan waggled his eyebrows.

  “Twice.” Toby smiled.

  “Have you, you know…”

  “No. Don’t know if I’m ready for that part yet.”

  “I know I’m not. Hell, I just started kissing!”

  Toby pulled him against his chest, and looked into Ryan’s eyes. “You were very forward.”

  “When I want something, I take it. And I want you.”

  “Well, you have me.”

  “Good.” Ryan got up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

  Toby watched him get out of bed and smiled. “God, I love this school.”

  Hunter woke up cradled in Jesse’s arms. They had made out for most of the night after Jesse returned to the room. The minute he’d walked back through the door Hunter had been all over him. Anything else they had planned went right out the window. He loved being with Jesse. They could talk about anything and everything. Hunter rolled into him, grabbing his ass, and squeezing it. That woke Jesse up.

  “Good morning.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “What time is it?” Jesse looked around.

  “Six. I have class at eight. You?”

  “Seven.” Jesses sighed. “I picked the wrong school.”

  “You keep saying that.”

  “The guy I have a huge crush on is here and I’m over there.”

  “Yeah? What’s he look like?” Hunter teased.

  Jesse laughed and pushed Hunter down on the bed. He pinned his hands and took his mouth. Hunter wrapped his legs around him, pulling his hips in.

  “As much as I would love to continue this…”

  “I know.”

  “How about we go out tomorrow night? We can spend the whole weekend together,” Jesse said.

  “Yeah? I want that.”

  “Well, what you want, you shall have. You are stunning, Hunter.”

  “So are you.” Hunter caressed his face.

  “I hate the fact that we’re separated by two lousy miles.” Jesse ran his hand into Hunter’s hair.

  Hunter pulled him down and wrapped his arms around him. They kissed for a few minutes until Jesse pulled back.

  “I know, you have to go.” Hunter pouted.

  “I promise to come see you later. How’s that?”

  “What if I come see you? I get out of school before you do.”

  “Jesus.” Jesse shook his head. “This is so wrong.”

  “I know, I know. Wrong school. You have practice?”

  “Yep, you could come watch me.” Jesse waggled his eyebrows.

  “Oh, you bet your ass I will.”

  The day went by so slowly Hunter swore the clocks were dead. He had a hard time concentrating in class and all he wanted to do was see Jesse. Just thinking about him made Hunter’s heart race and his temperature rise. By the time the last class ended, Hunter was ready to crawl out of his skin. He ran to his car, drove straight to Fairfield’s football field, and sat in the bleachers. He picked Jesse out right away. There was no way you could mistake him for anyone else.

  It was no wonder he was their star player. He had an ease about him and he kept his cool under pressure. Damn, he had an arm, too; the ball sailed forty yards and before the receiver caught it perfectly.

  “What the fuck are you doing here? Trying to memorize our plays?”

  Hunter glanced up to find a player eyeing him warily. “No, just watching.”

  “Coach!”

  The whole team turned around and most of them moved closer to where Hunter was sitting.

  “We don’t take kindly to people watching us. You recording us or something? Hey, you’re that Trevino kid.”

  “Guys.” Jesse ran up. “Back off.”

  “He’s watching us practice!”

  “Oh, my God, calm the fuck down.” Devon rolled his eyes. “Jesus, newbies.”

  “I asked him to come. He’s my boyfriend. Now back the fuck off.”

  They all looked at Hunter and then back at Jesse. “Well, allrighty then.”

  Jesse waited for them to leave and then turned to Hunter. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know what else to say. ‘He’s the guy I made out with’ doesn’t sound as good.”

  “They’re right. This probably wasn’t a good idea.”

  “I trust you.”

  “I know… but still. How about you come to my room after practice?”

  “Oh, I’ll be there.”

  Hunter watched him run back on the field, and before he could leave, he was approached by the coach.

  “Don’t fuck with his head. I need him.”

  “I won’t. I really like him.”

  “He’s been hurt a lot by his choices and I don’t want to see it happen again.”

  “You’re a good guy, Coach Higgins.”

  “Don’t tell anyone. Any chance I can get you to transfer?”

  “If it meant spending more time with Jesse… in a heartbeat.”

  “Can’t promise that.”

  “Ah, well.” Hunter walked away listening to the Coach’s soft laughter.

  Conner was almost out of the locker room when he was called back to the coach’s office. He knew his dads had played; they had pictures of them in uniform. Although they had been at rival schools, his dads had never played against each other, as one had had quit before they had the chance.

  “I need you to teach the self-defense class today.”

  “Is this a joke?” Conner asked. “Why me?”

  “Is that a joke?”

  “Yeah, yeah. Okay. Auditorium?”

  “Yep. Thanks, Conner. I appreciate it. Just don�
��t teach them how to kill someone.”

  “Ha ha.”

  Everyone knew about his family. He didn’t keep it a secret. And with a name like Greystone, word got out about who you were and what your family ties were. No one ever fucked with him, which was sad, in a way. He never got to use the skills he had learned. He walked into the auditorium and every female head turned, save for one.

  Conner was used to it. He knew he was good-looking. He wasn’t being stuck up. It was fact, and when you heard it enough times, it stuck. The one who didn’t look was about five-foot-four, tops. Her blonde hair was up on her head, held with a pencil, and she was fixated on a book. The rest of them were mostly debate team girls and some of the soccer players.

  “Welcome, ladies. I’ll be your instructor today.”

  “Seriously?”

  Conner looked around. It was the blonde, and now that he saw her face, he knew who she was. The one girl he had liked from the beginning of the school year who had never even looked at him once. It had made him curious about her — Melanie Hoffman, straight-A student, captain of the debate team, and president of the student council.

  “Problem?”

  Damn, why did he have to smile? He was so hot she was sweating. “Could we have someone who’s going to take this seriously?”

  “Melanie!”

  “Okay, come on! He’s a football player. Like he cares if we get attacked — we’re not cheerleaders.” Melanie pinned him with a look.

  “Melanie, right?” Conner asked. “Front and center.”

  “You stepped in it now,” one of the girls whispered.

  “Shut up, Carrie,” Melanie snapped at her.

  Melanie walked over and stood in front of Conner with her arms folded across her chest. God, but he was so damn tall.

  “Okay, I’m here.”

  Conner put his hand out and said, “Pencil.”

  “What?”

  “Take the pencil out of your hair, please.”

  Melanie took it out and shook her hair loose. Conner watched it cascade over her shoulders and tried to stay fixated on the task at hand.

  “Okay, turn around. I’m going to grab you from behind.” Conner moved behind her.

  “Figures.” Melanie rolled her eyes.

  “Do you want to learn or not?” Conner leaned over her.