All American Boys
Chapter 17: Samson and Delilah
The shrill ringing of the bell put an end to our tryst, reminding me that I still had lessons to go to. Isaac's pink shirt had been unbuttoned all the way down to his stomach. I pulled my lips away from his chest, which I had been showering in kisses and sat up straight.
The young man's cheeks were all red, and his green eyes were teary as he looked at me. His golden brown hair was all messed up from my fingers running through them, and his chest rose up and down with every excited breath. He put his hand on my forearm, before his palms made its way into mine, our fingers interlocking.
"Look," I told him, wiping my lips with the back of my wrist. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I really should be getting to class."
"Aww," he said pouting his lips. "Why can't you stay a little longer?"
"Because I have a class to get to," I said, buttoning up my polo. "And I have some tutoring to do after class at the centre."
"Just five more minutes," he begged s he held my hand. "Please."
He nuzzled his nose against my neck and chest.
"Sorry but I really have to go," I apologised, climbing back into the passenger seat.
It took every inch of willpower to not lunge at him, pin him down and plant another shower of kisses and hickeys on his neck. His shivering moans sent chills down my spine. Instead, I just adjusted my collar and swiped away my messy fringe to the side.
"You know," Isaac said. "I never really expected you to be so. . . aggressive."
A wave of guilt crept into my heart. Maybe I was too rough. Maybe I should've exercised more self control.
"Sorry," I muttered, it was now my turn to be apologising I guess. "I uh- I don't know what came over me."
"For a moment you scared me," he chuckled as he rubbed a hand over the spot of his neck littered with reddish-purple bruises. "But I kinda scared myself too."
"What do you mean?" I asked, picking up my bag.
"I. . . I realised I actually liked it," he muttered, a rosy blush on his cheeks. "I've never really done anything like that, I mean – I was always with girls and none of them were ever that rough with me, but I'm not gonna lie to you. That was the most turned on I've been in my entire life."
Watching him bare his naked desires with batted eyelids and an averted gaze made me melt. He was so cute. We were both experiencing things for the first time, together. In a sense, I couldn't help but feel even more convinced that what we had between us was nothing short of special.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I teased him with a smirk. "There's more from where that came from."
"What next?" the young man said, raising his eyebrow. "You want me to call you daddy?"
"Daddy Alex does have a nice ring to it," I said, tilting my head as I giggled. "But you know, I never thought you'd be so submissive."
"I guess we both don't know ourselves," he replied with a smile.
It was nice that we were discovering ourselves, and I couldn't be more happy that the person that got to experience these feelings was none other than Isaac. Seeing him now, wiping the sweat off his face and neck with a handkerchief, flinching ever so slightly when he made it over the flowering bruises made me realise how many layers they were to him. He was always full of surprises. And I wondered what other discoveries were there yet for me to find.
"Hey uh-" he added, scratching the back of his head with his right hand. "Can we. . . Not tell anyone about this? It's really embarrassing."
"Why would I share this precious part of my precious boy?" I said, tilting my head as I shot him a sweet smile. "I want to keep it all to myself."
The young man chuckle awkwardly as I opened the door. He seemed to have regained his confidence, or perhaps it was just a mask he put on everyday when he entered school grounds. To fit into his role of the popular captain of the football team – well, more of the disgraced ex-captain of the football team, I guess his usual, gentle vulnerable self wouldn't work. People wouldn't take him seriously. And I suppose even with him being kicked out of the football team he still had a reputation to live up to. Sure, sometimes he'd sit alone by the bleachers but at the other times I saw him talking with some of the guys from the football team. Heck, he even managed to kiss that girl at the party. Well, to the school and the rest of them, he was just the obnoxious and popular jock that had a rich dad.
It was a vast difference from the Isaac that he bared himself to me. I felt happy that he trusted me enough to show how vulnerable he was.
And likewise, I did the same thing. I bared it all – how conflicted I was about Cyril, how I was making use of him. I was afraid that Isaac would see me as someone evil, some manipulative liar who would do whatever it takes. Maybe it was just the last words of my moral conviction in its death throes, since Isaac never even seemed bothered about it. I guess the sweet young man accepting me for who I am, or even refusing to care about it.
I suppose it was that which nailed the coffin of my moral conviction shut and buried it deep into the ground.
We left the car and walked towards the school. The lot was full of cars, but devoid of people. They were all in first period on time I guess, because they weren't busy making out in cars unlike a certain couple of boys.
"What's your first period?" I asked as we made it to the entrance. "Mine is geography."
"Math," the young man replied, rolling his eyes. "Ugh."
"Well hang in there," I said, patting his back.
The hallway was deserted as we walked to our lockers. Picking up my books I turned to him before we parted ways. I wasn't so worried, since the teachers generally liked me and I had never been late for class. At most I'll just be let off with a warning. I wasn't so sure about Isaac though.
"Mr Jones doesn't really care if I come in late," Isaac said when I approached, as if he read my mind.
"Well you shouldn't make coming late a habit," I replied, shooting him a smile.
"I'm sorry, I would've loved to attend class on time," he shot back, a smirk on his lips. "But someone was pinning me against the seat and giving me all these nasty bruises."
I laughed, but I couldn't help but feel concerned.
"What about those hickeys?" I asked, pointing to my neck. "They're pretty obvious."
The young man only chuckled as he undid another button, further widening the collar and revealing even more. Before I could say anything, he had already walked away, raising his hand in goodbye.
Well, now everyone's going to notice.
And sure they did. At lunch, as I sat at the central lunch table with Emily and Shoshana, I overheard the football players from the other table talking about it.
"Did you see those hickeys on Isaac?" I heard one of them say. "Looks pretty intense man."
"Wonder who gave them to him," another one replied. "You bet it was one of those two?"
I didn't even have to turn around to know who they were referring to. They were obviously talking about Emily and Shoshana.
"Nah I don't think so," the first player replied.
I had lost interest in eavesdropping conversations regarding Isaac's hickeys, as I sat there and ate my lunch, although admittedly I found it rather amusing that no one ever suspected me. But I guess, who would?
It was then when I noticed Cyril and Aaron headed up to us, the both of them taking their usual seats. Emily immediately shared a knowing look with Shoshana before getting up and sitting herself down next to Aaron.
"Hey guys," Cyril said, addressing the two girls. "How's it going?"
"It's been good," Emily said, sneakily shooting a glance at me.
Her eyes screamed I know what you did. Ah, of course she knew. I guess when she heard about Isaac's hickeys she put two and two together. After all, she saw me walk right into Isaac's car.
Cyril kept talking to Shoshana while Emily kept Aaron busy. I was left alone to eat my lunch, but I didn't really mind. It was quite obvious that Cyril was trying to awkwardly avoid talking to me. There was some tension in the air between us, but for the most part I just pretended to be concerned, shooting at glances at him from time to time, making sure that he noticed.
Shoshana realised of course, and made an excuse to leave. She shared a look with Emily for a brief moment, before she too said that she needed to get something from her car and dragged Aaron along with her.
I was left alone with Cyril in the middle of the crowded cafeteria.
"Hey," I muttered, breaking the awkward silence.
"Sup," he replied, a curt grin appearing on his lips for a brief second before disappearing again.
"Thanks for asking me out to the party," I said, trying to start a conversation. "I'm really glad you brought me along."
"I'm glad you tolerated it," he chuckled awkwardly as he turned to face me. "I'm sorry I dragged you along."
I only smiled and nodded my head.
"Honestly I prefer going on dates with you, just the two of us," I replied. "It's much nicer that way."
"You do?" he said, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Actually I prefer that too, but I was scared that you're gonna be bored."
"I mean, if you want to bore me," I teased him, tilting my head to the side and flashing him a sweet smile. "Try taking me to a party."
The young man only smiled sheepishly, before taking another mouthful of greens. He was having chicken breast or something. It looked nice at least – but I doubt he made it himself. The only time rich kids entered the kitchen was to grab themselves a bottle of refrigerated Fiji water or something.
"Oh this?" the young man said when he saw me looking at his lunch. "I made it myself."
Oh, of course. Of course he had to be a good cook. He wasn't making meals because he needed to. He was making nice meals because he can.
"I prep my own meals," he said, his eyes beaming like a child showing off a drawing. "Well, Mondays are for meal prep then I just make whole batches for the whole week."
"Oh, nice," I said, giving him a congratulatory smile. "What is there that you can't do?"
The young man only chuckled.
"You flatter me," he replied with a wide smile. "I just – you know, do whatever."
Of course he took that as a compliment. He was accustomed to them.
"You want some?" he offered, sliding his lunchbox down the table. "Go on."
"It's fine," I tried to decline politely. "I already have my own lunch."
"Oh please," he said, leaning forward. "I just wanted to see what you thought of my cooking."
I cut off a piece of lean chicken breast and picked it up with my fork, bringing it up to my mouth. Surprisingly, it was really good. It wasn't just any plain chicken breast, instead it had been cooked in a mixture of spices.
"It's really good," I told him, actually meaning what I said for once.
The young man only grinned as I passed the lunchbox back to him.
It was then when Isaac walked into the cafeteria. He walked past our table and settled for the table with the football team. I heard them talking loudly as Isaac joined them, and I could hear Isaac among them. I guess he must've recovered from the fact that he had been kicked from the football team and was returning to his old habits and clique.
And just like earlier, his hickeys were the topic of conversation again. One of the boys asked him who it was from, but the young man only laughed.
"Well wouldn't you like to know," I heard him say.
Some other boys laughed. While Cyril seemed to pretend like he didn't hear anything as he ate his food. When he was done, we left together. But not before I turned and stole a look at Isaac behind me as I walked away. He was so different from the Isaac just a few years ago pinned underneath me.
"I just needed you to know something," Cyril said to me once we reached a quieter area. "That I'm really sorry about the other day. You know, the party."
We were down the corridor near the sports office and the football team's storage room, but there were still quite a few people moving about.
"You don't have to apologise for that," I told him. "We were into each other, and what happened, happened."
"Yeah but I felt like I forced you," he admitted, sighing. "I shouldn't have been so selfish."
"You stopped when I asked you to stop," I reminded him. "That's already good enough."
"I was just hoping you didn't feel like I was doing something against your will," he said.
"You didn't," I reassured him, patting his shoulder. "You know, Cyril, you're probably one of the kindest and most considerate people I've ever met."
"R-really?" the young man said, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he turned to look me in the eye.
"I really mean it," I told him as I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. "You're one of the most genuine and wonderful people I've ever met."
After taking a look around, making sure that there wasn't anyone to see us, the young man leaned forward and landed a quick peck on my lips. It was fast and couldn't have lasted more than two seconds. It was a gentle, romantic kiss, nothing like the rough tongue session I had with Isaac. Funny to think that they were the same pair of lips and the very same tongue.
"I'm glad you're not angry at me," he said as we walked towards our lockers to get our books, in anticipation of the bell ringing. "I was really worried about it."
"Seriously, forget about it," I replied with a smile. "You're too sweet. It's me, not you. I'm just like. . . You know, I want my first time to be special. Sorry about that."
"Oh, no, no," the young man replied. "I can totally understand. I respect that."
I only smiled at him as we both went over to our respective lockers.
As I took out my book, I heard footsteps coming from my left. It was none other than Isaac. His hair was fixed, but his collar still exposed those purplish-blue bruises on his neck. I looked over my shoulder at Cyril, who had his back turned.
"Are you free tomorrow?" Isaac asked me. "I was thinking if you could. . . ahem, tutor me."
There was a twinkle in his green eyes. A spark of mischief even. I immediately caught his drift.
"Sure," I replied, closing my locker door. "We could finish what we started."
Isaac shot a glance across the hallway to Cyril, who was still facing the other way, before looking at me again.
"Of course," he said biting his lower lip. "Can't wait for you to teach me all sorts of things."
I rolled my eyes, but he just patted me on the shoulder before leaving for class, walking down the hallway. Cyril walked back up to me, looking pretty confused.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
"He just wanted to fix a time for our next tutoring session," I replied. "And we settled on tomorrow."
Well, I wasn't lying.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's going to be fun," Cyril said rather sarcastically. "But I'm sure you'll be able to handle him."
"I'm sure I can handle him," I replied as we walked to class together.
I was absolutely sure I could.
As I sat in class beside Cyril, half-listening to the explanations of the text we had in front of us, I couldn't help thinking of what went down that morning. Isaac's moans filling the car, the smell of sweat and cologne mixing together, the way his tongue pulled back when I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I wanted to do it again, to shower him with kisses and hold him in my arms.
Tomorrow couldn't come any sooner.