He turns away from me and goes to sit on the edge of the tub. Once he’s sat and looking my way again, I follow up.
“I hope you understand that I’m running from you. The longer I’m here the less likely my reputation of being a good guy is gonna stay standing.” Benjamin looks a little confused—so I clarify. “I’ll fuck you, Button. Hard. And your boyfriend won’t be happy and you’ll hate me in the morning. So I gotta get out of here. I know you understand—you’ve always been my good boy, isn’t that right?”
Benjamin gives me a big nod—his eyes wide and heated, lips parted, hand placed over his dick as if he can hide his erection from me. Trembling like a teenage virgin, I get my ass out of there.
After Amber promises to go in and get Benjamin to take him home, I walk to the main square of campus so I’m close by, but won’t see him or be seen.
God, Benjamin. He’s killing me slowly—so slowly. Sucking my soul out of my eyes little by little with every glance, every smile, every word. Is my heart not enough? He needs all of me.
He was so cute in that bathroom.
Eyes wide and terrified—the most delicious prey.
I wanted to rip his pants off and shove my tongue in his ass. Devour him from the inside out. I wanted to be on my knees—gripping his thighs as he shoved his ass back on my face like I know he would. Those pitiful little whines and whimpers. The begging and the crying. Nothing in my world has ever brought as much life to my body as Benjamin has.
And I think it’ll driveme insane.
I’m trying not to get hard in public when I see a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. Drew—walking down the sidewalk.
He spots me, and just when I think he’ll test me at the worst time, he ducks his head and heads to his dorm. Hm, weird.
???
The next day—once our classes are all out—I meet up with Felix, Benjamin, Kayla, Darian, and unfortunately, Drew. We make our way across campus—the sun setting behind the brick clock tower that does in fact work. The chime is pretty medieval. We’re headed in the direction of a popular coffee shop the freshmen haven’t been to yet.
Everyone’s chatting and laughing away—Darian, Felix, Kayla, and I walking in a line as the other two follow. We stop briefly at the fine arts center so Kayla can run in and grab something off of a bulletin board for Amber.
I’m sitting on a low brick wall with everyone aside from Benjamin, who is standing in front of Felix, listening to his rant about a show he’s watching.
“And then he turns into a demon, right? Which is what they fight so it’s a big deal. Now they should kill him—you following? Okay, good. So—”
“Hey, pretty. Do you have a phone number? Or a dorm room?” Benjamin spins around and is face-to-face with a guy I don’t recognize. He’s good-looking: blonde hair, green eyes, and a pleasant face. He looks wasted.
“No, sorry.” Benjamin crushes the guy’s dreams and turns back around.
“Aw that’s too bad. I would do some very interesting things to you, baby.” Drew hops up then—putting a hand between that guy and Benjamin’s back.
“Fuck off, man. Leave my boyfriend alone. You ain’t doing shit to him.” The drunk hot guy laughs.
“No? I could right now.” His dirty hand wraps around Benjamin’s ass and squeezes once. Benjamin spins around, and helooks fuckingterrified. My blood is boiling—I feel ready to rip off my own skin and strangle this douche with it. To pull out a gun and commit a crime. To shove a steel pole up his ass. Okay, Drew—today we ride together. Your move first, buddy.
I hear Drew yelling at the guy to leave, his arm still in front of the guy’s chest, telling him to leave and threatening campus police.
What the fuck?
Unfortunately, Drew is still a useless fuck. The pervert is still staring down at Benjamin like he’s the last piece of pizza in the frat house. I can see Benjamin’s hands shaking. This guy clearly isn’t leaving of his own volition—he looks hungry and ready to lunge.
Your boyfriend is a victim of abuse, dumbass, what the fuck are you doing?
Okay—my turn.
I stand and Benjamin’s eyes fly to me and never leave. The guy is so focused on his target and pissing off Drew that he doesn’t even register me walking up. I kiss a knuckle on my middle finger—pull back and swing. I hit him in the head but avoid the temple. I don’t actually want to go to prison. The drunk crumbles to the ground in a heap of bones.
And for all of his trauma and his PTSD, Benjamin didn’t so much as flinch when my fist raised, nor when it connected with skin.
My knuckle splits—I guess the kissing superstition doesn’t work. Benjamin is still staring at me. All the while, my eyes are locked onto Drew.
“What thefuck, asshole?” Drew yells, now standing directly in front of me. “Why did you do that? I was taking care of it!” I hear my back crack as I roll my shoulders, and Benjamin takes a tiny step back. Smart boy.
