James barely stopped himself from growling.I'm not a fucking asset. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."
Drake hummed. For most people, it would be a sign that they were appeased by what had been said. On James' father, it was a sign of more trouble to come. "And Evan? How is he doing?"
"He's fine. I'll send him your regards." James' shoulders hunched up a little near his ears, and he couldn't help the defensiveness that growled in his chest, the same as it always did every time his dad asked about Evan. He didn't like the sound of Evan'snamein his father's mouth, let alone discussing him.
"Anything else of note that you want to tell me?" Drake's voice sharpened a little, and James' throat dried at the sudden shift in tone. "Any girls you've been dating, or professors that I need to speak to? Anything at all?"
James tamped down on the sudden anxiety that rose in his stomach.Why is he asking about girls? You've never mentioned a woman to him before, he has no reason to suspect...
"Nope, nothing else," James finally managed after a few seconds.
"Hmm." Drake gave nothing away with the soft hum, and James' anxiety spiked again as he waited. His mind flashed through every interaction that he'd had with anyone over the last few weeks, anyone who he might have talked to. He wasn't close to anyone other than Evan, so he wasn't concerned about his father knowing anythingtoopersonal, but that didn't mean that a random passerby hadn't seen something that they weren't supposed to, that someone hadn't implied something that they didn't understand...
"Well, that's fine, then. Keep your grades up, and we won't have a problem." Drake hung up before James could say anything else, could ask him what he meant by his line of questioning, and James let out a slow breath as he dropped his phone to the floor.
That was...too fucking close.
A gentle knock on his bedroom door made James' head snap up again, and he forced himself to relax when he barked out, "Come in."
Evan pushed his way in, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the door frame. His entire body was tense, and his eyes were mildly troubled as he looked at James.
James squirmed a little, running his hand through his hair. "You heard."
Evan nodded. "Your dad is an asshole."
James sighed, and Evan took the cue to come into the room. He sat on the edge of James' bed, their knees bumping together gently as James leaned his head back. "You didn't even hear half the conversation."
Evan chuckled. "I could hear it in your voice. What was he asking about? Other than your grades."
James didn't respond for a moment, the words sticking in his throat. He swallowed, and when he met Evan's gaze again, his stomach flipped a little. "I...I might have made a mistake, Ev." He blew out a breath. "Okay, that's a lie. I definitely made a mistake."
Evan didn't respond, instead sinking to his knees in front of James and gently nudging him until his legs were spread wide around Evan's shoulders. Evan made quick work of James' pants, making a soft sound that had James lifting his hips so that Evan could drag his pants down and off his legs. His cock was already half hard, and when Evan looked up at him from underneath half-lidded eyes, it rapidly swelled to full hardness.
"What did you do, James?" Evan's voice was a low murmur before he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around James' cock, and James couldn't stop himself from groaning softly at the hot, wet suction.
"I..." James swallowed, his hand dropping to the top of Evan's head and winding through the soft, dark strands. "The other night. I was walking by the library, and I saw Camelia..."
Evan made a soft sound, and James' grip in his hair tightened as Evan's tongue stroked along the bottom of his shaft. His head sank further and further down until his nose touched James' pelvis, and James let out a ragged gasp before he continued. "I know...I was going to keep walking, to leave her alone. I know I should have. But I...I saw her earlier that day, and she was talking to some guy.Flirting. It pissed me off."
Even as he was repeating the events, the possessive anger flared low in his stomach again. That deep, instinctual call ofmine.
The one that made absolutely no sense.
Evan pulled off James' cock enough to suck in a breath, his lips brushing against the head of James' cock as he murmured, "What did you do, James?"
James moaned again and Evan's hand snuck up, cupping his balls gently as he took James back into his mouth. "I pinned her against the wall," James whispered. "I told her...I told her that nobody could give her what she needed except for us."
Evan gently squeezed James' balls, his tongue dipping into the slit of his cock, and James whimpered. His hips jerked, and he tugged on Evan's hair gently as if that would get the man to stop teasing. "I...I know that I shouldn't have. God, we've talked about it enough! She just...I was so fucking mad, and I wanted her to know...fuck, I don't, I need, Ev..."
Evan popped off James' cock again, releasing his balls only to wrap his hand around the base of James' shaft. "No wonder she was so flustered," he murmured, his expression thoughtful as he looked up at James. His hand stroked languidly, and James bit his lower hip even as his grip on Evan's hair released a little.
"You...you saw her...?"
Evan nodded. "I was in the stacks on the top floor, and she needed help reaching for a book on the top shelf. She seemed...out of sorts." His eyes glimmered with amusement. "Now I know why. You got under her skin."
James swallowed, his hips jerking again against Evan's touch as his thumb swiped gently over the sensitive head of James' cock. "I...I don't..."
"You wanted her, didn't you?" Evan's eyes darkened, and a sadistic smile played at the corner of his mouth as he continued to stroke James. "You wanted to pull her pants down and fuck her right there against that wall. You wanted to know what it would feel like to release some of that fucking tension and anger that you carry around like a shield. You wantedher."
