Caught in the Act

by Lydia Thorn

  My ass is still sore and raw as it grazes against the sheets and just when I was out of the bed a hand grips me fast and quickly let me go. It’s Ivan, still asleep.

  My clothes are folded on the comfy looking chair near the bed. I hate to think of a maid in here picking up after me while I’m in bed sleeping the day away. There’s nothing I can do about that now. I just put on my clothes and leave.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  LOUIS

  Ivan hasn’t contacted me since that Friday when we had sex for the first time. Even now, I’m completely unsure of what to make of it. I’ve sent him two texts so far about this damn collar he put around my neck. It was only when I made it home that day did I realize the small lock holding the thing in place, which I’m sure he has the key to. I wonder if this is a part of the punishment part because I have a hard time viewing the sex as one. Hell, I was even hard when he paddled me, and I don’t even want to think about whether I liked it or not. Aside from Ivan, Kiki would be able to get it open, I’ve seen her pick more than her fair share of locks to be certain but I’m too embarrassed to bring it up to her. I’ve just been hiding it from her and everyone else.

  Today is the start of the senior class festivities before the final exams, which will last for several days. Both teachers and students get a break as the focus will be on talent shows, food festivals, a farmer’s market one of the students is setting up, and the senior party a group of guys are passing out fliers for in the hall.

  Toby is still ignoring me and it’s getting to a point where I’m running out of ways to try to mend our friendship, it’s now reached a point where we pass each other in the halls like we’ve never known each other.

  I stop in my tracks when I spot Rei coming through the doors dressed in the male uniform, though his top buttons are undone revealing a tat on his chest peeking through. He even has one of those piercings that stretches the lobe, the red flesh wrapping around the black band. “Rei.” I look him over; the same bright blue eyes are now no longer bright and carefree. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

  “Forget about me. Are you okay? I heard Ivan cut you up in the bathroom.” He says grabbing my hands and inspecting them, the old Rei coming through. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when—”

  “That’s not how it happened, and I’m fine. They discharged me the same day.”

  “That’s good.” He lets me go. “What happened then?”

  “It’s not important, trust me. What’s going on with you? You haven’t been to school in a while.”

  “I know, I’m sorry.”

  “You know you can tell me anything.”

  “Yeah. Look, I gotta go.” It’s like the shadows returned to snuff the light.

  “Rei…”

  He waves at me but doesn’t stop.

  “There you are.” Mr. Bowie calls out to me, stopping me from going after Rei.

  “Uh, yeah.” Okay, this doesn’t feel awkward at all…wrong, it does. I suddenly feel exposed, like I was the other man being confronted by the husband I had wronged. I fiddle with the collar of my shirt, hoping it successfully hides the more sinful one. Mr. Bowie stares at my wrist longer than I felt comfortable until I remember the red ring still imprinted on my flesh and quickly drop it.

  “We’re making preparations for the senior festivities.” The blond almost stumbles the sentence. “I was wondering if you would like to volunteer your baking skills for the cookie sale at the farmer’s market.”

  I chuckle in my head. Any chance to use a commercial kitchen is high on my list of priorities. “Can I decide what type of cookies I want to make?”

  Mr. Bowie laughs, most likely pleased by the eagerness I can’t hide. “You’re the chef. We’ll give you two assistants to help out. We need a hundred and fifty cookies.”

  “Okay, I’ll do it.”

  “Good, report to the kitchen to work out the schedule and ingredients with Melissa, the head of the kitchen for the senior festivities.”

  I haven’t been in many commercial kitchens, everything I’ve learned about baking I learned it in tiny kitchens with old appliances, but my dad, despite his biker ways could bake the hell outta a roll. My favorite was when he made donuts, especially the crullers. He knew just the right amount of vanilla to put in them to give them that creamy taste but he also likes adding either an almond extract or sometimes birthday cake flavor which he topped with sprinkles. For my tenth birthday, he baked a strawberry shortcake drizzled in caramelized white chocolate. I think that was when I knew I wanted to be a baker.

  As for these senior events? I thought I would spend most of these either alone or just at home, but there was no way I was passing up the chance at baking with professional equipment and for a crowd of people who may love or hate my creations.

  The wavy-haired blonde, the so-called Queen to Ivan, or I guess now Xander’s Queen, frets about the kitchen while another of the popular guys' huff in frustration. Melissa is trying to get him to help her lift the boxes of supplies that will come in soon and sort them by assigned group. He would rather she kisses his ass. Something he tells her before leaving. My oh my, how the popular group falls when all obligations of phony friendship fly out the window.

  “Oh, it’s you, the one Ivan told us not to touch.” She looks at me like a bug she just squashed and I’m already annoyed. “What do you want?”

  “Mr. Bowie sent me here to go over the list of ingredients I’ll need.”

  “For what?” She takes out her clipboard and pen, ready to write whatever I say.

  “I’m supposed to be making one hundred and fifty cookies.”

  “Damn, got your work cut out for you.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I can squeeze you in for prep time on Thursday morning. Friday is the day of the foodie festival and farmer’s market so the kitchen will be packed, but lucky for you there is only one other group in need of the bakery section, so I can get you in for an early baking time before the second group comes in and there will be some overlap before the festival and market.”

  “I’ll take it.” Feeling in my element already.

  “So, know what you’re making, it better be chocolate chip cause that’s my favorite.”

  “I have an idea for a classic milk chocolate fudge.”

  “Oh shit, things getting fancy around here.” She snorts and scribbles on the page. “You don’t have to give me the ingredient list right now but please have it by tomorrow.”

  “No problem,” I reply, the ideas already coming to me. “I’m also making a Fiori di Sicilia cookie, White chocolate macadamia, Rocky road, and Brown sugar Boba Tea cookies. Around thirty each.”

  “You know it feels great to talk to someone who knows what the hell they are making.” She huffs blowing up some blonde strands, the look of relief on her face is unmissable and I don’t know how to respond to that. “You know you’re damn cute, you could have had a much better year if you weren’t so antisocial.”

  “I’m not antisocial. You’re just…”

  “A bitch?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You thought it.”

  “I was going to say closed off.”

  “That’s how it is.” She says playing around with the pen. “If you don’t get in with the popular people you get left behind.”

  “In school or in life?”

  “School is life, while you’re here at least.” Her eyes downcast for a moment before glancing past me. “Ivan?”

  Whiplash like a motherfucker is coming my way. There he is, leaning against the doors that lead to the back of the school where the delivery trucks bring the food. His blond hair combed back and dressed in a dark gray casual shirt and dress pants. I wonder where he had just come from. Melissa wastes no time going over to him.

  “Why haven’t you come to school? I really don’t like Xander.” She pouts, her demeanor changing from confident kitchen manager to pouty brat. Ivan smiles at her in a way he seems to only reserve for Mr. Bowie, a
nd I can’t tell if it’s genuine or not.

  Maybe he didn’t come here to see me at all. Why would he? Mr. Bowie asking me to bake was a spur-of-the-moment thing. He has to be here to see her.

  “Then stop hanging out with him,” Ivan replies to her as if she’s a child.

  “You know how it is.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Why are you so mean?”

  Unable to stomach this anymore I move past them to leave. I’d rather be at home writing the recipes I need than to stand here and watch this. I don’t make it far out of the alley when my back is pressed against the cool brick wall. It’s Ivan, and Melissa is nowhere in sight.

  “Why are you here?” I ask, my blood boiling, better to go with anger, it’s the safer emotion.

  “You haven’t answered your phone.”

  “You called?” I check my phone; it’s off and I don’t remember turning it off. When I turn it back on I’m hit with several messages from my mother, and sure enough, one from Ivan. “Shit, my phone is off.” I stuff it back into my pocket. “I’m surprised you want to see me again.”

  “Why does that surprise you?”

  “You called me a bitch and accused me of being selfish and wanted to hurt me for hurting Mr. Bowie.” I scoff, replaying the gist of his words to me.

  “I said those things because they’re true. But did you hear me say I didn’t want to see you again?”

  “Asshole…” I scoff under my breath and I know he hears it and I don’t care. “No, you didn’t. And I apologize for not being as perfect as your precious Mr. Bowie.”

  “You think I care about perfection?” He hooks his finger in the loop and yanks my head back and quickly removes a couple of buttons exposing my neck which he seems to focus on the most. Damn vampire. He runs his tongue along the vein, then kisses me along my jawline. “Every last imperfect part of you is mine.”

  My voice trembles, my cock waking up to play, my breath quickens. “Where’s my money?” I say, refusing to give in to defeat after what happened before.

  “Paid this morning.” He answers without a care in the world. He pulls me close, the heat of his strong body almost unbearable. I lick my lips in anticipation. I almost want Melissa to see us, to rub it in her face that none of her pouty bullshit works. But then his words sink in. Did he just say…?

  “Really?”

  Ivan nods.

  “There isn’t much we can do right now. We’re at school.” I now know without question why he’s here, for me to serve him.

  Ivan looks around. “No one’s here.”

  “Melissa?”

  “I don’t see her here.” He crashes his mouth on mine, his tongue like a beast who has my mouth conquered. My knees go all jelly-like and he pulls me away and presses on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in this dirty alley near the large trash bins. “Suck me off.” He doesn’t ask, he demands as he unzips his pants slip his thick hard cut cock through the slit. His scent is driving me wild. I’ve never sucked cock before so if he’s counting on some level of skill he will regret it but I dive in taking as much as I can fit which leaves me pulling away and gagging before I’m halfway down!

  “I suck at this.” I laugh at the pun for that.

  “You’re so childish.” His laughter came rich and raspy and I love it.

  I lick at the shaft before popping the head in my mouth again taking it slow. Hearing his slow languid sighs is turning me on to no end, his hands run through my hair and massage my cheeks as he fucks my mouth. I grip his hard-muscled ass, allowing him to use my mouth as his hole. I need to learn how to suck cock.

  “Woah.” That is not mine, nor Ivan’s voice. He pushes me off, and I see Rei standing behind us, a lit cigarette in his hands. Ivan puts himself back in his pants, and I stand up wiping my mouth.

  “Rei?”

  “I guess there’s a surprise every day.” He giggles in shock. Or at the awkward situation.

  “I don’t give a shit who you tell,” Ivan says straighten his pants.

  “Let us talk, okay.”

  “I have to leave, anyway.” Ivan looks from Rei to me. “Come to the diner right after school.”

  “I won’t tell anyone,” Rei says the moment Ivan is away from us.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, noticing how paler than usual he looks in natural light. “You don’t look so good.”

  “Xander wants me to perform at the talent show.” He sucks in his cigarette, a long slow drag.

  “Just say no. Honestly, I’m thinking it’s a waste of time coming to school when the only important thing right now is the finals.” I say, the sweet taste of Ivan still on my lips. “Most of these last few weeks are programs, sports events, and parties anyway. I’m sure you already have the credits needed to graduate.”

  “Yeah…I suppose though performing is what I want to do with my life. A part of me wants to do it as a last fuck you bitches to everyone in this school.” He tosses the bud to the ground and crushes it underfoot. “To let them know they didn’t beat me, you know?”

  “If it’s something you want, then I’ll be right there to support you.”

  “Thanks.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  LOUIS

  I did as Ivan said and waited at the diner once classes were over. The handsome owner watched me for a moment, even after telling him I didn’t want anything. I wonder if he thought I was meeting up with Mr. Bowie. Thankfully, he had disappeared to the back when Ivan came in.

  “You should have heard my mom on the phone,” I say to fill in the silence of the lengthy car ride. “I haven’t heard her be so happy in ages. She wants to find her mysterious benefactor.”

  Ivan looks at me then back to the road and that one look was enough to get my cock jerking. We stop at his massively intimidating home and go straight to his bedroom. I think I heard a baby noise, but I put it behind me.

  My eyes dart to the walk-in closet, then to the window. “Rei won’t tell anyone, trust me,” I assure him, but I’m just running off at the mouth. “He has a hard time telling a lie, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be eager to spill the beans.”

  Ivan laughs almost contemptuously. “My brother is married to a man.” He says taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. “You’ve seen him before when we were in the hospital, that guy with the white-streak in his hair.” He gestured to his hair.

  “How could I forget?” I reply, remembering that man who was with Ivan’s obvious brother. Long face, green eyes, hair black as the color black except for that one white streak. “The guy’s gorgeous.”

  “I’m not afraid of other people knowing I’m gay.” He takes off his pants and tosses it aside with his shoes and shirt. Now he’s standing in front of me in nothing but black boxer briefs. His body chiseled from stone. “But I did betray Damien’s trust and losing that is what I fear.” He removes my shirt without an ounce of flirty finesse, I got ahead and remove my shoes. “He’s been nothing but a good friend to my brother and to me. He promised to look after me when I started attending the same school he was teaching at, and I respected him enough to follow him to the Bronx when he was chased out of the last school.” I wanted to ask why he was chased out, but I leave it alone. “And that’s how I repaid his trust in me.” He begins taking off my pants, and I step out of them. Standing there in nothing but my boxers.

  “Yeah, it’s natural. I mean not what you did but, naturally, you wouldn’t want to lose someone’s trust, especially if you’re in love with them.” I kick my clothes aside and now I want all talk of Mr. Bowie to cease, but my mouth wouldn’t stop. “Seriously, what were you thinking that day?”

  “That’s just it, I wasn’t. I just wanted to see and understand how I felt about him. It’s no excuse, but I didn’t want to tell him and make things awkward between us. At the time it seemed like a good idea.”

  “It was not.”

  “I don’t need you to tell me that.” Ivan’s blond brow rises, his expression matching his words.
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  “So, what are we doing today?” I ask to change the subject. “I’m not sure I’m up for being spanked.” Seriously, my ass is still feeling that.

  “That’s a one-off thing if you want it to be. I had to pay you back somehow.” He closes the gap between us, and my breathing is already unsteady.

  “Do you want to put a collar on Mr. Bowie?” Shut up, you dumbass brain!

  “I respect him too much for that.”

  “Oh…”

  “And I don’t want to talk about him anymore. This is supposed to be my time with you.” He lifts my chin and I can’t help but close my eyes. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

  I am left utterly and completely speechless. I expected orders and maybe a repeat demand from the alley earlier. Not a compliment.

  “I can’t help but want to kiss your long neck.” He reaches out and strokes my face before gripping the back of my neck and bring me in for a long kiss. I want to feel aroused but…I don’t… I just feel…I don’t know, sad. I feel him deepen the kiss and I can already feel myself getting carried away by his waves, but they aren’t the soothing kind that eventually carries you back to shore, but the wild and devastating type that drags you further out to sea and pull you under.

  Don’t fall in love with him.

  You already have, you fool.

  This sucks, these are memories I wanted to take with me to Paris, I want to be a completely different person and you can only do that by taking chances. But what happens when you take far too many chances?

  I’m scared.

  He guides me to the bed and I fall into those soft sheets and he lands on top of me, his weight bearing down on me and I love every moment of it. I wrap my arms around his broad back, our erections pressing against each other through our clothes. I feel his fingers tugging at my boxers, and I help him get them off. I then reach over and slide my hands inside his briefs to his naked ass loving the fine hairs, I squeeze as hard as I can and he breaks the kiss to take them off, his cock bouncing up. I wait for my command, but none comes. He’s back on me, our naked cocks grazing, precum leaking on my stomach, which mixes with his as he grinds against me.