Page 35 of Bend Him, Break Him
Only so he could fuck it; Colton scoffed at the snappy comeback he kept to himself.
“You had econ with Bates, who is an absolute hard ass who hates anyone daring to take his general ed requirement and not treating econ like the most valuable course in the universe.” Isaac made a jerking motion with his hand. “He’s a sad old man who likes to stroke his ego daily and punish anyone not ready for a metaphoric facial where he expresses his genius.”
“I only understood about half of that.” Colton scrunched his face. “Does he, like, sleep with students?”
“Gross and no.” Isaac shuddered dramatically. “Just know he’s a dick who likes to abuse his authority over people.”
“I couldn’t imagine having to deal with someone like that.” Colton glowered at Isaac until the goth broke out into a mischievous grin.
“Point is your professors are always informed of your probation status, and someone like Bates would probably make your life hell just to see you squirm.”
Colton was surprised. Isaac switched him to a nicer professor but at an earlier time of day. Colton didn’t like the idea of getting up at 8 AM three days a week, but he did like that the new professor apparently graded heavily on participation, which meant just showing up and nodding. That was something Colton could definitely do.
“Why are you working so hard to make my schedule better?”
“So, you don’t fail out.” Isaac shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Colton knew their arrangement and what he agreed to, but that was only so Isaac wouldn’t out his plagiarism, his cheating. Nothing about what they discussed involved Isaac going out of his way to ensure Colton passed his classes.
“Why do you care?”
“If you fail your probation, I don’t get to fuck you anymore,” Isaac said with a wicked grin. “I’m digging the cheap and easy lay. I’d have to hop back on those hell apps to get off if you stopped getting me off.”
Colton scoffed and let Isaac work. It was a lie. An obvious lie that even Colton caught. Even if he failed his courses, the disciplinary committee only checked his grades at the end of each semester. Isaac’s arrangement went until the end of the semester, so the timeline of his concern didn’t add up.
“Thank you,” Colton said.
“Whatever. Just try not to fail these easy courses.”
It seemed Isaac had info on all the professors worth taking or avoiding and did his best to set the jock up with the best of the best for a light spring semester.
“All righty.” Isaac clapped his hands and went to retrieve a notebook and highlighters. “Time for some arts and crafts.”
“Seriously?”
“No.” Isaac chuckled. “But I do enjoy a color-coded schedule.”
Soon, Isaac was writing out times and days when Colton and him could hang out. He’d taken into account Colton’s classes, practices, and studying time—which Colton wouldn’t use. Still, watching Isaac work so meticulously to set up a schedule, to rearrange his classes so he’d actually be successful, to carve out “SOLO” time every single day so Colton’s every waking minute wasn’t spent on school, baseball, or serving Isaac. There’d still be time for peace. Extra time since he’d take those chunks of studying sessions for games or something fun.
An impulse rattled inside of Colton, one that’d struck him many times before, but he’d always managed to quell it. He always managed to push down the desire with logic and fear, to wait for the right time in the right situation with the right guy. That’d never happen. The only guy in his foreseeable future was Isaac, the only person, and while he might hate Colton, he’d already shown him more compassion than Colton felt worthy of. He took an interest in Colton’s wellbeing.
It was enough to make him hunger.
Without thinking, without hesitation, without warning, Colton leaned over and kissed Isaac on the lips. Much to his surprise, Isaac didn’t pull back. There was shock in his eyes, andhis shoulders tensed from what Colton could see, but his mouth accepted Colton’s tongue.
Such a bizarre feeling. He’d kissed lots of girls but never a guy. Colton expected the sensations to strike differently, and to some extent, they did. Isaac brought out more enthusiasm from Colton. He found himself lost in the goth boy’s mouth. The piercings added something, too. The lip ring was little more than a decoration, but the tongue piercing—oh, that added a spark every time Isaac lapped at Colton. He’d run the metallic bar along Colton’s tongue, leading the kiss. It was intoxicating, hypnotizing.
Their lips smacked and Colton let himself fall into the kiss, leaning closer to Isaac and savoring the taste of his mouth as he ran his tongue over Isaac’s.
“What are you doing?” Isaac pressed his forehead against Colton’s, forcing their lips apart.
Colton panted, hungry for Isaac’s mouth. “Just saying thank you, I guess.”
“That isn’t how people say thank you.”
“You’re obviously not being thanked by the right people.” Colton turned his head ever so to go in for another kiss.
Isaac pulled away and moved from his chair to go stand in the center of the tiny dorm room.
