I look at him. “You don’t know how good you have it, do you?” He looks genuinely confused, though, so I give him a proper answer. “It’s impossible to learn anything in class. Kids fuck around and get so loud that there’s no point listening to the teacher, because you can’t even hear what they’re saying. And new teachers always come to school, thinking they can reform us, and always end up giving up. Sure, they teach us the content, ‘cause that’s their job, but here at Grammar, teachers hold your hand through everything. Just…everythingis different.” It would take forever to explain all the small differences. The classrooms, the resources, the teaching styles. “Sure, some people at my old school did well and went to good unis. But most didn’t. So.”
“Oh,” Jasper says after a moment.
“Yeah.” I feel almost out of breath after saying all of that. I think I’ve had it bottled up in me for a while, how everything is so nice and shiny at Easton Grammar, and how most students don’t seem to notice it or appreciate it.
“Kieran,” Jasper begins, and he’s got a look on his face I’ve only once before, when we were folding clothes in his wardrobe.
No. I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is. “I should go,” I say, pushing myself out of the bed and getting dressed in record time. I’ve been here for too long anyway.
21
Jasper: Trust
“Fuck,” I hiss, gripping my blanket in my fists.
Kieran looks up from where he’s kneeling, his wet lips stretched around my cock.
“Fuck,” I repeat. Looking at him like this reminds me it’sKierankneeling between my knees, sucking my dick like his life depends on it. That it’s Kieran making those lewd noises, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
I reach down and slide my fingers through his hair. I love his hair. It’s so thick and soft and perfect for grabbing onto.
Kieran makes an encouraging sound, letting me know I’m not hurting him, then continues to take me deep. God, the way his mouth feels…
My hips thrust forward of their own accord. “Sorry,” I say, pulling back.
Kieran tightens his grip on my wrists and slides his mouth off me. “It’s okay,” he says, breathy. “You can fuck my mouth if you want.”
Arousal swells inside me, making my dick twitch. “Are you sure?”
“I can take it,” he says, then raises a brow. “Why, you think I can’t?”
“I know you can,” I say, reaching down to brush a finger over his spit-slicked lips. “You’re very talented with your mouth.”
“I want you to,” Kieran says. “Do you want to?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
Kieran grins like a devil, and spread my legs out further. “I’ll tap you on the knee if I need you to stop. Alright.” He brings his face close and opens his mouth. As soon as his tongue touches my dick again, I gasp.
Then my phone rings.
Kieran pulls off. “Turn that off,” he orders.
“I know,” I say, leaning over to grab my phone from the bedside table. It’s probably some scam call interrupting an extremely important moment —
I stare at the screen. “It’s my dad,” I say.
“Call him back later.”
“You don’t understand,” I say. “My dad hasn’t called in ages. And…” I check the time — it’s 4:30, so that means in Singapore… “he’d be at work right now. He almost never calls me when he’s at work.”
Kieran stares at me, but I don’t have time to deal with him. Instead, I answer the call before it’s too late.
“Hello?”
“Jasper, how are you?” Dad’s voice is neutral, but there has to be some important reason he’s calling. It makes me nervous.
“Good,” I reply. “How are you?”
