Page 55 of Your Only Fan
As I’m about to get up, he notices something under his desk and leans over to grab it, and I notice something myself.
His t-shirt pulls up in this position, and the silhouette of a small bird on his lower back peeks at me.
That looks familiar…
Wait a minute, thatisfamiliar.
Before I overthink this, I lift his shirt up and witness a whole flock of them sprawled all over his back.
That’s… that’s not possible.
He’s X?
“Ezra,” Rivera says, horror in his eyes. “I can explain.”
My mind is a clusterfuck. I can’t even begin to comprehend what the hell is going on.
“Explain what? That you used me? That youliedto me? You’ve been subscribed to my channel for three years, and you didn’t think to mention itonce? I came to class every day thinking you didn’t know I existed, and you’ve been jerking off to my underwear all this time?”
I jump to my feet and back away from him as he comes up, too.
“Ezra.... It’s not like that,” he says.
I feel a sharp pang on my back, and I glance at the whiteboard behind me.
“Then how is it? You’ve been watching me all this time, you’ve been buying my shit, and then you decide to sleep with me? Explain to me what it’s like.”
Isaac’s shoulders drop and he sighs. He takes his glasses off and looks at me. The beautiful brown irises reflecting the sun from outside and his kind face do all kinds of things to my stomach.
Damn it. Even knowing all this, I still crave for him. I still love him. Maybe now more than ever.
“You told me you had a crush on me,” Isaac says. “Well, so did I. I joined your page long before you walked into my class and… I just couldn’t stop after. I know in hindsight it was creepy of me. But… I wanted you so much, and I thought that was the only way I could have you. By being a member of your page and having a piece of you at home. I never… I never planned on inviting you over.”
Naked bodies, hard limbs, loud groans. The images of our anonymous times together infiltrate my brain, and I can’t see anyone but X.
“So what? You just wanted a bigger piece of me? Is that it?”
I take a step toward him and we’re toe to toe. I can feel his breath on me. I can feel the heat emanating off his body.
“It’s not like that. Maybe…”
Before I can think, I grab him by the back of the neck and smash our mouths together. My tongue lashes at the roof of his mouth, my hand squeezes his neck harder until my own teeth sting from the pain.
“Is that what you want? Huh? Is that a big enough piece of me?” I ask him when I pull up for air. “How about this?”
I bring him into my body again and shove us back against his desk until he’s splayed over the surface and I can feel his cock rubbing against mine.
Our mouths collide again, but it’s not gentle. It’s not even nice. It’s just a mess of teeth, tongues, and puffed lips, but I can’t stop myself.
“Is that good enough? Do you want it rougher? Do you want to draw blood? Huh? How big a piece is good enough for you?” I ask him and thrust my hips against his, hurting my own balls. Isaac winces, too. His hands rest on my chest, and he tries to push me off him.
“Ezra, please. It’s not like that. Let me explain—”
“Why even tell me you’d take the hood off? Why didn’t you? Or was this whole thing a charade just so you can hurt me?”
“Ezra, I didn’t—”
I push myself off him and back away. I don’t want to hear any more. This is all messed up. And despite all of it, I’mstillhard for him. I still ache for him. My hands want nothing more than to reach out and touch him. My lips seek out his even though they hurt like hell.
