Page 14 of Bend Him, Break Him
“It’s late, I unloaded a lot of info on you,” Isaac said with a feigned exasperated exhale. “So, before I unload anything else on you, in you, whatever, maybe we should take a day to reflect.”
Isaac dug into his satchel and retrieved a pen and paper to scribble his number.
“Take a few, in fact.” Isaac handed the paper to Colton, dropping it to the floor as the jock went to retrieve it.
Was it petty? Yes. Juvenile? Totally. Enjoyable? Absolutely.
“If you’re serious about this proposition, you can text me when you’re sober,” Isaac commented, noting the potent smell of gasoline on Colton’s breath. It must’ve been cheap booze, for sure.
“I had two shots,” Colton replied as if that mattered. Though, from what Isaac noted, it didn’t affect his speech or behavior. However, he suspected it played a role in Colton’s decision-making skills, even mildly.
“Whatever. I’d prefer you have a clear head if you’re gonna give me head.”
Isaac had a major lack of interest in drunk guys, finding they came in two particularly annoying varieties. Either he dealt with homophobic jerks who’d lost their filter and felt the need to comment every offensive thought that crossed their minds, or he ended up with hyper-masculine DL cock hungry duds. He’d had more than his fair share of eager-to-please frat boys his freshman year. They were all the same in demanding discretionand requiring liquid courage when texting Isaac at two in the morning so they could get pounded out.
“Wrap up your finals—try not to cheat on the rest of them—and meet me at my place Friday evening.”
“Ugh, I’m supposed to drive home after classes.”
Isaac merely glowered. A tiny part of him forgot most people used their break to visit home.
“I can just head back Saturday morning.” Colton shrugged.
“Be seeing you around, Colt.” Isaac walked away, a swagger in his step and a rush that left him buzzing more than any high he’d experienced.
This had really happened. Colton fuckwad Lennox had dropped to his knees and begged for Isaac’s mercy. He’d offered himself up, fulfilling the ultimate fantasy Isaac never dared to dream about. A reversal of their roles. An opportunity to give Colton a literal taste of his own medicine.
The rest of the week flew by in a haze of mundane tasks and monotonous days where Isaac’s mind could only focus on one thing: the proposition. He couldn’t believe he’d postponed his plan. And for what? A blowjob? A power move. Was it a power move if Colton offered it up? Isaac sucked plenty of dick, taking sheer satisfaction in bringing a guy off, maintaining control in a way he never did when servicing Colton. No, with Colton, he had held all the power. So what Colton offered was genuine surrender, and the thought made Isaac hard.
The thought was wrong, too. A bit twisted, which only made him more nervous, more excited, more curious about what would play out between them. He couldn’t think of anything else other than Colton on his knees, sucking him off.
“Earth to motherfucking Izzy.” Jazz snapped her fingers until Isaac blinked away the sordid images of Colton choking on his cock.
He let the bustling cacophony from the student center replace the fantastical gagging slurps he envisioned eliciting from Colton.
“What?” Isaac hissed.
“Boy, do not get an attitude with me when I just bought your rude behind a milkshake.” Jazz slid over the melting chocolate shake and gave him her grumpiest side-eye.
He huffed. “Thank you.”
“I am far too good to you.” Jazz did an imaginary hair flip, running her nails along the fade of her buzzcut.
“Where’s my milkshake?” Mina asked, joining the table.
“Somewhere out there in the yard.” Jazz playfully pointed out to the windows of the dining hall. “I don’t know. Bringing them boys and shit.”
“And the girls.” Mina wiggled her hips.
The GSA Club Representatives arranged their schedules so everyone could meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays for leadership lunches, which sounded fancy but was just an excuse to hang out and joke around.
With Isaac’s mind lost on the proposition and Friday a day away, he could hardly focus on anything mentioned at the table.
“Where is your mind?” Jazz asked, nudging an absentminded Isaac with her foot.
“Huh?”
“She said…” Mina jumped in, singing a song from the Pixies and belting it loudly in Jazz’s ear just to get under her skin.
