Page 35 of Oleander
“To the headmaster’s office, Mr. Fairfield.Now.I will not tolerate disrespect, especially from someone of such low caliber.”
I gasp at the cruel words, and his eyes dart to me. I shrink in on myself, not liking his attention focused on me. Coach Slate clears his throat quickly, likely realizing that he’s bullying a student in front of the prince of Auroria. “What I mean is, reckless endangerment of one’s self is something I take extremely seriously, Mr. Fairfield.”
Skyler scoffs loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, rolling his eyes and turning his back on our professor. “Ridiculous,” he tells me. “But I guess I’ll catch you later.” His single, mischievous dimple pops out as a smile curls his lips. He winks at me before heading for the locker rooms.
Once Skyler is out of earshot, Coach Slate speaks up. “Alright, class! Let that be a lesson to you that I will not tolerate disrespect.” He glares at each and every one of us, making me wonder why he’s even a teacher to begin with if he’s this miserable. I feel myself shriveling under the weight of his gaze.
Goddess, I hate this class when Skyler isn’t standing next to me.
“Quick cooldown stretch, then off to the locker rooms. You all stink!” he shouts.
I listen to his instructions and quickly stretch, unwilling to ruffle any more of his feathers. I amble down the hallway like a zombie afterward. I’m exhausted and emotionally drained after that class. Thankfully, there’s a mandatory three-hour break before our next course to recharge after Combat.
Leo comes skipping over before I can escape to the locker room and avoid a conversation. His shirt is off, and a towel hangs low around his trim waist. His golden skin is glistening with sweat and streaks of sparkles. He’s beautiful, for sure, buthe’s nothing compared to Skyler, and I wish he’d leave me alone right now.
“Hey, Ander! We didn’t get a chance to chat back there. Slate was working our asses hard. And not in a good way,” Leo giggles. “He’s kind of a dick, yeah?”
“Mhm,” I agree, not really up for small talk even though he's as pleasant as I remember. I’m worried about Skyler and his visit to the headmaster.
“Is Skyler your roommate?” Leo’s piercing blue-gray eyes stare at me unblinking.
“Yes.” My hackles rise at that question, and I offer him no further information.
“Sweet. Well, I’m off to the sauna to rejuvenate before my next class. My neck is killing me.” He rubs at it, continuing to talk. “So, I just wanted to say that I’m super glad you're here, and I know you’ll be successful. You’ve always been great at everything you put your mind to.”
Before I have time to process his kind words, he turns, escaping the gym and heading to the wellness center.
That was. . .nice?
But do I trust it?
“Ander!” Skyler shouts when he sees me exit the gym. He jumps from his perch on the back of a bench that lines the stone pathway between buildings and strolls over to me. “Let's go home. My ass is tired.”
I smile genuinely, relief washing over me to have my new security blanket to walk with until I remember he’s supposed to see Headmaster Goulding. “Sky, you’re supposed to be at the headmaster’s office. You could get into major trouble for this.”
“Nah. I will later. It’ll be fine. We’re besties. Me and the headmaster. He won’t care.Promise.”
Fae can’t lie, but maybe it doesn’t work for half-Fae?
My brows crease, but I decide not to worry about it. Skyler is an adult and can make his own decisions. We walk side by side, both of us silent as we process our thoughts.
When we finally get home, my legs don’t want to work any longer, so I drop my things and collapse facedown onto the couch.
“IhateCombat Class. I’m not sure I’ll survive a whole semester of answering to Coach Slate’s demands. I’m a prince,nota soldier.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath, releasing it ever-so-slowly. I’m still upset about everything Coach Slate said, and I’m stuck in my head, my thoughts torturing me with memories of my past and present.
I hear Skyler pad over, kneeling on the soft rug in front of the sofa. He begins to knead my sore shoulders, running his thumbs down the curve of my back. I groan into the pillow, my cock beginning to thicken. I’ve never felt such pleasure at the hands of another Fae, having been limited to an adolescence filled with lots of jerking off.
There’s just something so different, so intoxicating about having another male touch me.
I need more.
“Feel good?” he murmurs, and I can only nod as Skyler continues to use his thumbs on my pressure points, releasing some of the built-up tension in my muscles. He continues down my lower back, avoiding my ass, before focusing on my hamstrings. I grunt at the pleasure-pain of it all. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. His firm hands are absolutely melting me into a pile of boneless goo.
“Right there?” he asks.
“Mhm,” I moan, nodding into the scratchy throw pillow. I can’t even use words right now, so I grunt when he hits a particularly good spot. I couldn’t stop the sexual-sounding noises if I tried. And I most definitely do not try.
Why would I?
