Forging Maximilien Chapter 6
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Capitulu VI. U Principiu
When I woke up on Monday morning, it was to the awful sound of my phone alarm blasting through my ears. I was groggy and tired; it had been the earliest I woke up in weeks. I painstakingly got up from my bed and yawned, loudly stretching and scratching my lower back.
I got out of my bedroom and passed by my older brother's empty room; he had left for Corte the previous day. I found my sleepy parents having breakfast in the kitchen and sat around the table, grabbing a bowl in which I poured a generous amount of milk and cereals.
I knew this would be a long day for me, and that it would be the first of a long week too. Going back to school wasn't exactly thrilling me, but it's not exactly as if I could do much about it.
After getting a quick shower and taking more time than I should have to pick an outfit, I walked to the bus stop and nodded a timid hi to the few faces I recognised.
The bus finally pulled over and I mechanically climbed the few steps to the corridor, passing the bus driver with a barely audible "G'moning". I scanned the bus until my gaze met Yanis', broadly grinning and taking his bag off the seat next to him as an invitation for me to sit.
"What's up?" He joyfully inquired when I scooted next to him, letting my heavy bag drop on the floor between my legs. I shrugged with a faint smile as the bus lurched back into motion.
"Damn, I can't wait to know who's going to be in our class!" Yanis exclaimed with enthusiasm. I raised an eyebrow with surprise, not caring that much to be honest.
"Really?"
"Yeah! And to know who are going to be our teachers too!" He added. "I hope our schedule isn't going to be too fucked up too. Bastien told me that last year he had two hours of physical education on Tuesday evening, right before rugby training! It would suck so bad!"
"Hmm." I nodded, not having the energy to get more involved into the conversation.
"What about your options, what did you pick this year?" He asked.
"Latin, Ancient Greek and Specialized English." I answered with a pensive frown. "You?"
"Corsican and Specialized English."
"Corsican? Again?" I scoffed. "To whom are you going to speak Corsican, Saveria?"
"And to whom are you going to speak Ancient Greek?" Yanis shot back sternly. I rolled my eyes, not knowing how to answer without sounding condescending, which I was. "Anyway, Mister Snubbish, it's a cultural thing. I want to be able to speak my ancestor's language, that's it."
"Yeah, well whatever, it's extra point for the Baccalaureate anyway." I answered with a nonchalant shrug.
When we arrived at the high school, I was immediately plunged back into the scholar mood. We walked the familiar paved path sided with palm trees that led to the main entrance, a large glass corridor that separated the entrance from the large courtyard and linked the left and right wings.
The school was made of four units spread around a large, paved courtyard with trees and benches. Yanis and I gathered there, along with the other students, waiting for the school director to arrive and make his welcome speech.
It was only us senior students, there were about two hundreds of us and we would be divided in classes of thirty students, which means that there would be six senior classes: two in Literature, two in Economy, and two in Sciences.
Yanis and I were Literature students, and although we knew there were two different classes, we had no reason to believe that we would be separated, since we had been in the same class in second year when the specialisation happened. Now you can imagine my face when I realised that they had switched me from my previous year's class into the other one.
That's right, not only I wouldn't be with Yanis, but I wouldn't be with any of my classmates from last year. Zeus, fuck my life!
I was seething, staring at the board with our names as if it would somehow change the reality of it.
Yanis nudged me with a faint compassionate smile, probably guessing7 what was going through my head already. I looked at him and sighed heavily. This year was definitely not starting with the most favourable auspices.
I reluctantly parted with Yanis and dragged my feet to my new classroom where I was expected. A tall blond woman was standing by the board, silently observing students as they took place behind desks. I knew Mrs. Lastrajoli from reputation, and she was a pretty divisive figure. Some said she was crazy and a bully, other said she was a genius and a great teacher, and as for me, I suppose I would soon be able to find out for myself.
I sighed and scanned the room, walking to an empty desk at the back of the class. I was gauged by the other students with curiosity, defiance and, for most, indifference while I passed them before sitting on my chair and dropping my bag next to me.
"Good morning!" Mrs Lastrajoli eventually exclaimed.
"Good morning." The class answered back in unison.
"Now that all comfortably settled, I'm going to ask you to get up from your chairs." She declared, smiling mischievously. I rolled my eyes and stood up as the room was filled with the ruckus of everyone standing up at once.
"We are going to spend four hours together each week, and I can tell you that whether you like it or not, you are all going to be much more educated about classical literature than you used to be. There will be no nuisance to this class, no chatting with your neighbours and no disturbing the class." Mrs Lastrajoli explained, her voice calm but firm. "And for that purpose, I decided to sort you by alphabetical order." She added with a smirk before taking a sheet from her desk.
She started placing people one by one, separating students from their friends to pair them with their alphabetical neighbours.
"Colonna D'Istria Antonu." She called, looking up from her sheet to find him. I straightened up on my chair, gulping and realising that I had not noticed his presence before.
He raised his hand, his biceps flexing in the process and stretching his T-shirt to the limit, his eyes void of emotion as he nonchalantly sat on the second row next to an empty chair.
"De Habsbourg Maximilien." Mrs. Lastrajoli called as my stomach suddenly knotted. I timidly raised my hand, getting a nod from her as I grabbed my bag and nervously walked to the second row before sitting next to Antonu.
I looked straight in front of me, avoiding eye contact with him, but I could tell from the corner of my vision that he raised an eyebrow and shook his head lightly.
I was still mad at him for the incident between Yanis and Gianlucca. I don't know what I expected, it was obvious he was going to take his scum of a friend's side, but I still felt vexed when he towered me and pushed me away, preventing me from punching Gianlucca in the face.
We were not friends anyway, and I still despised him and everything he stood for.
"Giovannoni Gianlucca." The teacher called monotonously.
"Do I really need to sit next to `that'?" Gianlucca protested, pointing at the goth girl that he was apparently paired with.
"You know, Gianlucca, this is a literature class, and you will have plenty more opportunities to prove how ignorant and boorish you are. Now sit down and keep your mouth shut until told otherwise." Mrs Lastrajoli answered with a cold, faked smile.
A satisfactory smile started spreading on my face as a few chuckles were heard through the classroom, and I immediately started liking her. She finished placing everyone and sat behind her desk.
"Well, now that this is settle, let's go over our yearly program before we can discuss methodology."
"It seems I'm stuck with you for the year, Pinzutu." Antonu whispered close to my ear. I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a sharp glare.
"Oh, you're the one who's stuck?" I shot back, dripping with disdain. "At least you might gain something, like learning to read, maybe."
"Silence!" Mrs. Lastrajoli snapped at me with a stern face. I gulped and stared in front of me, my cheeks taking a nice shade of red in the meantime.
"And what did Antonu answer?" Yanis asked me as we were walking on the path to the beach later that day.
"Nothing, if you had seen the face on Mrs. Lastrajoli..." I answered with a low chuckle. "Besides, Antonu didn't even have to respond. The teacher got a sheet around where we were supposed to fill what our grade at last year's oral exam was for literature, and guess what? Antonu scored 18.5/20." I bitterly said.
"For real?" Yanis exclaimed, surprised.
"Even I didn't score that high." I pointed out annoyedly. "The fucker couldn't just be a good looking, rich as fuck athlete, he had to be a fucking genius on top of that."
"Someone's jealous." Yanis snickered.
"Jealous?" I repeated defensively. "I'm stuck with Antonu and his dumb friend Gianlucca. I'm not jealous, I'm desperate!"
"Just ignore them and you'll be fine." Yanis smiled.
Finally, after pushing a few more branches out of the way, we arrived on top of the small pink granite cliff. Below, the white sand lone beach was waiting for us, completely empty. I glanced at my best friend and smiled, having the place for ourselves was going to be really nice. We painstakingly got down the path to the beach, climbing off the cliff.
I spread our large beach towel on the burning sand while Yanis fumbled through his backpack for his speakers. The heat was intense, with almost no breeze to ease it. Tiny waves crashed on the shore in a soft, steady rhythm, blending with the relentless drone of the cicadas. In less than a second, I got rid of my T-shirt and ran to the water to cool my body down. I turned around and was about to call for Yanis to join me when I saw him by the towel, turning his back on me and getting changed into his swim trunk.
I froze, my head emerging from the water, and gulped as my eyes were riveted on him. He first lowered his boxer briefs, bending forward and exposing his naked butt to me. Even though I was far, I clearly saw the dark hairs in the crack of his butt, making my cock instantly twitch inside of my shorts. He then stepped out of his underwear, raising his right foot and inadvertently spreading his legs. I saw his heavy ball sac hanging between his muscled thighs and thought I was going to faint. My heart was beating fast as the object of my desire was finally exposed to me. I was burning with the need to kneel in front of him, to weight these balls in the palm of my hand and to stare at his massive cock.
As soon as it began, it ended. Yanis slipped his swimming truck and, in a swift move, confined his bubble butt and heavy package behind the light blue polyester fabric. I turned around, not wanting to get caught gawking at his godly body, and swam for a few metres, trying to get my hardon to go down.
"Fuck, the water is so fine today!" Yanis exclaimed as he swam by my side.
"It's almost too hot." I pointed out, letting my head fall back into the water, my face being the only part emerging. Suddenly, Yanis dodged underwater and swam under me, resurfacing on my other side. He looked at me, smirking mischievously before spraying my face with water he had put in his mouth.
"Ew, gross!" I giggled, throwing water at his face with my hand.
"What? You're not into water sports?"
"That's not what water sports is!" I laughed.
"You're not denying it though! You perv!" He teased before playfully jumping on me, trying to sink me. I yelped and giggled before swimming away as he chased after me.
"Help! He's trying to rape me!" I shouted to no one, swimming towards a tiny beach separated from ours by large red granite rocks. I finally reached the sand and crawled there, out of breath, before collapsing on my back, laughing as Yanis followed me, emerging from the water and lying next to me.
"Fuck, you're a good swimmer." He pointed out, panting.
"Thank Zeus, I'm a sailor after all!" I chuckled, playfully slapping his arm.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, the sun hitting hard on our naked skin, our eyes closed. Waves were licking the soles of our feet, our hands digging in the white sand while we remained in peaceful silence.
"Do you still miss that guy?" Yanis eventually inquired, breaking the silence.
"Ange?" I answered, turning to look at him. He nodded and I sighed before answering. "Yeah, I think I crushed pretty hard on him." I confessed.
"Are you still texting?"
"Sexting, rather." I answered with a sly grin. Yanis punched my arm and laughed.
"I told you, you're a fucking perv!" He teased.
"Maybe." I answered mischievously. "What about you and Saveria? You didn't mention her since the... incident with this asshole of Gianlucca."
Yanis gazed pensively in front of him for several long seconds.
"It's complicated." He answered without looking at me. "I think we would both prefer to avoid the drama, and it looked like we agreed to stop things there but..." He paused, biting his lower lip thoughtfully.
"But?" I encouraged.
"We just can't stop texting. It feels like we can't say a proper goodbye and keep adding to the conversation, even if we know it's going nowhere." He continued. "It's fucked up." He whispered defeatedly.
"It's unfair." I answered softly, putting my hand on his shoulder tenderly. "You deserve people surrounding you to realise how lucky they are to have you!"
"Thank you." He answered with a faint smile. Yanis jumped on his feet and threw some water at me with a swift movement of his foot. I yelped with surprise and straightened up on my elbow to shoot him an offended glare.
"Come on, slug, let's go swim some more!" He laughed before jumping in the water. I rolled my eyes and followed him, quickly catching up to him before plunging and pulling on his feet to make him sink. We horsed in the water for a while, enjoying the beach to ourselves without bothering anyone with our yelling and laughing.
When I collapsed onto the towel afterward, I was utterly wiped out. Salty droplets dripped from my hair onto my forehead as I panted, my head turned left on the towel, gazing at Yanis lying beside me. His chest was rising with each breath he took, his hairs matted to his glistening tanned muscles. I gulped, trying to close my heart to the growing desire inside of me.
"Max?" Yanis called, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Hm?"
"Can you do my back?" He asked, grabbing the tube of solar cream. My heart skipped a beat, and I shyly nodded, straightening up nervously before rubbing my hands together to rub some sand off.
Yanis turned around and laid on his stomach. I straddled him, sitting on his muscled, wet butt cheeks and trying not to get an instant boner. I grabbed the solar cream and lowered my gaze on his back. I poured some on the palm of my hand and started with his lower back, my thumb running in the small of his back and my fingertips caressing his sides.
Dutifully, I spread the solar cream on his skin, feeling butterflies in my stomach and growing nervousness, as if I were doing something forbidden. In silence, I poured more cream on his back and started massaging his middle and upper back, bending forward on top of him and inadvertently pressing my now rock-hard cock against him, praying he wouldn't feel it.
Under my fingers, his muscles melted, and my breath got more erratic. He moaned softly and I gulped again. My temple was pounding on the side of my face, my heartbeat jumping to the roof. Did he want me to go further, was he enjoying it? There was no way he was not feeling my hard pressed against him, and why was he asking me to do his back? I mean, he could just have wanted protection from the sun, of course, but it felt so weird.
My hands kneaded his shoulders, massaging them and letting the cream sink in. In the meantime, my body was leaning closer to his, my mouth only a few centimetres from his burning nape. Maybe I could drop a kiss on it, just a little kiss, it wouldn't be weird, right? Maybe he would want more? or maybe he would push me away and never speak to me again.
"Thanks, Max." Yanis mumbled with a weak voice. I stopped breathing, what did he mean by that? He slightly shifted under me and I snapped out of my thoughts.
"No problem." I answered with a hoarse voice, stepping off his back and lying on my stomach next to him to hide my raging boner. I was so ashamed that I couldn't even look at him, facing the other direction with watery eyes, my pounding heart deafening me from inside.
"I think I'm going to doze off now, your massage felt so good!" He added with a muffled voice, his face buried in the towel.
"Sure!" I answered, inwardly cursing myself. Zeus, why did I have to be such a freak? Couldn't I simply be content having a fantastic best friend without wanting to ruin it as if I were a cock-addict?
I kept ruminating my thoughts as Yanis fell asleep next to me but, about an hour later, it was he that woke me up as I had eventually dozed off as well.
He insisted we returned to the water for one last swim before leaving and, when it was finally time for us to leave, the sun was already drawing near the mountain crest of the Alta Rocca on the horizon.
On Friday afternoon, we had another two hours of French Literature. I was already running on fumes, my mind overflowed with everything from my first week back at school, and a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach at the thought of sitting next to Antonu again.
I arrived after him, slipping into my seat and wordlessly pulling my things from my bag, the tension between us thick and stifling. He didn't acknowledge my presence, not even with one of his trademark snarky remarks, and I found myself doing the same, holding back out of some mix of frustration and caution. The silence between us grew heavier by the second, gnawing at me, until I almost wished he'd fling an insult my way, anything to cut through the oppressive quiet.
When the fateful bell rang the end of the class, Antonu quickly threw his stuff in his bag and disappeared without a word, leaving me feeling weirdly hurt and disappointed.
"Do you know what time Clément arrives?" I asked my parents at dinner, between two mouthfuls of al dente carbonara spaghettoni.
"He texted me this morning, he's staying in Corte for the weekend." Mom announced casually as my smile dropped.
"Really?" I answered, unable to hide my disappointment.
"I'm sure he missed his friends and just wants to spend some time with them." Mom added with a shrug.
"What about you, son?" Dad asked, turning to me. "Any plans for the weekend?"
"Not much. I'll be at the sailing club tomorrow; it's going to be quiet now that the campers are gone." I answered unenthusiastically. "Yanis wants to go to Bonifacio for a drink after that. He might sleep here tomorrow, by the way."
"As long as you're both reasonable and don't wake us up if you come back late."
"We won't." I promised before taking another mouthful of pasta.
"Enjoy your evening, boys, and be safe." Yanis' mother told us behind the wheel with a knowing smirk as she pulled out by the port of Bonifacio, on Saturday evening.
"Thanks mom!" Yanis answered, leaning to kiss her on the cheek before opening the passenger door.
"Thank you, Mrs. El Adjaoui!" I joyfully chirped before jumping out of the car.
I looked up at the citadel's towering walls, perched on a white cliff that plunged sharply into the sea.
Looking south, the Italian island of Sardinia shadowy form, and between our two islands, guarded by the cannons spread all along the coast, was the Bonifacio Strait. The nasty winds running over the narrow maritime passage whispered the untold stories of the many wreckages it caused.
Yanis and I slipped through the lively crowd at the port, where locals and tourists filled terrasses, their voices blending into a lively hum. At the base of the grand stone stairs, we began our climb to the citadel, leaving the port's chatter behind us as we reached the medieval gate and entered the city.
We sat at a restaurant's terrasse and ordered pizza and drinks, chatting and laughing. We were both in a great mood, and for a second it felt like summer never really went away.
Later, with Italian gelato in hand, we found a quiet spot by an iron cannon aimed at the strait. The wind tugged at our hair as we sat by the cliff's edge, chatting about everything and nothing. It had been too long since we'd done this, just the two of us, without his rugby teammates or my brother's friends.
To be fair, I could have called it a day and bring Yanis back home to watch some stupid movies with a bag of Maltesers, but he insisted we go back to the port and find a bar for a few drinks, maybe even socialise and talk to a few people. `Take it as a training for when we go to university' he said, and since I had such a nice evening, I accepted.
"Why not the B52?" Yanis suggested once back on the port.
"You must be kidding!" I answered with an unamused face. "This bar is full of show-offs."
"Come on, it will be fun!"
"I can almost hear the superficial bitches from high school laugh from here!" I retorted with a stern face. Yanis looked at me pleadingly and I rolled my eyes before sighing. "Fine!"
He gave me a little satisfactory wink and squeezed my nape friendlily before heading to the bar.
It was pretty crowded, and the music was loud. To be honest, it was nothing like the places I liked to hang out, but it wouldn't kill me and Yanis certainly enjoyed being here. We ordered at the bar and grabbed our drinks to find a table.
Once sat I told Yanis I needed to pee and weaved through the crowd until I found the bathroom. On my way there, I looked at a table by my side and rolled my eyes with discontent.
"You could have told me that you wanted to meet your rugby friends, instead of tricking me here hoping I would be dumb enough to think it's a coincidence." I lectured Yanis as soon as I came back from the toilets.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I... they are here?" Yanis inquired with genuine confusion. My face softened as I realised, he wasn't faking it. "Who is there?"
"Doesn't matter, really." I said with a reassuring smile. "I'm glad it's just you and I tonight!" I added as Yanis' face darkened.
"Who's around the table?"
"I didn't really see, it was..."
"Max!" Yanis insisted with a serious tone.
"Uh..." I started, hesitant as Yanis was about to jump out of his chair. "Everyone, as far as I could tell." I said, grabbing his forearm to prevent him from standing up.
Yanis looked at me and his face crumbled. From anger, he quickly shifted to disappointment and sadness. Seeing him like that suddenly made me feel really mad at his teammates, this bunch of racist scums.
"I see." He muttered defeatedly.
"This bunch of idiots have no rights to treat you like that!" I exclaimed angrily. "You should complain to your coach and..."
"Max!" Yanis interrupted me. "I'm not going to beg for them to invite me to party!"
"But we both know why they won't, and it's really not..."
"Stop it!" Yanis loudly cut me off. "Why would you want me to lower myself to even acknowledge their insults. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't even dignify them with an angry glance, so why do you think I should complain and make a fuss now?" He frustratingly said.
He was right, of course, and I didn't know what to answer. It just all felt so unfair, and I had a very hard time to simply accept that he was going to be treated like shit and that there was nothing I could do about it.
"Let's just go home." Yanis eventually muttered. I gulped and just nodded, taking one last sip of my Liptonic before getting up and following Yanis outside of the bar.
As Yanis didn't know where the guys were, he walked right into their direction, and before I could even warn him, it was too late. I was behind him, but I knew he saw them, and I could tell on their faces that they saw him too.
Some, like Julien or Bastien, seemed quite ashamed and quickly looked away. Some, like Antonu or Ugo, just didn't care and kept talking as if nothing happened. Gianlucca, however, had a nasty sneer on his spoiled kid's face that I just wanted to punch to oblivion.
I threw him a death stare and silently followed Yanis, knowing he didn't want to engage them, but Gianlucca had other ideas.
"Look who's on a date today!" Gianlucca said on a mocking tone. "We would have offered you to sit with us, but tonight is friend's only." He added, towards Yanis.
"We would rather stand for the rest of our lives than to sit with next to an inbreed piece of shit like you." I calmly responded with a faked icy smile. Yanis turned around and shot me an annoyed glance, which I didn't understand since I was merely answering Gianlucca's provocation.
"Is it because you have such a big mouth that you have to hang out with a Musgingatu, Pinzutu?"
"Is it because you have such a small dick that your girlfriend dumped you this summer, honey?" I asked back with a shit eating smirk.
Gianlucca's face switched and furiously jumped from his chair, ready to fight me. Before he could get closer, Antonu grabbed him and held him back. I was about to jump on him, my fist clenched tight, when Yanis roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bar.
He suddenly let go of my arm and I almost lost balance and fell on my ass out in the packed street.
"What the fuck are you doing? Uh?" Yanis yelled at me.
"W... What?" I stuttered, confused as to why he would be mad at me.
"I told you I didn't want to talk to them, I told you I didn't want to look like a rejected puppy!" Yanis shouted.
"But Gianlucca insulted you! He said that..."
"You think I'm deaf? Or mute maybe? You think I can't stand up for myself if I want to? Why do you have to treat me like I'm a useless kid that cannot do shit?"
"It's not what I'm doing, I was just..."
"YES, YOU ARE!" Yanis snapped, the crowd around us staring with disbelief and curiosity. "You're a discriminated Arab kid that cannot make friends? Don't worry, Maximilien the white knight is here to save you, you poor defenceless thing!"
"I... I..." I muttered, stunned, my cheeks flushed with shame.
"I'm supposed to be your friend, Max!" Yanis added with anger. "If you just want to prove your moral superiority, go and feed some starving kids in Africa and leave me the fuck alone!" He concluded before turning around and disappearing in the crowd.
People surrounding me were just standing there, looking at me while their kids ate their ice creams, as if I were a zoo animal. I gulped and shamefully walked away, completely disoriented for a while, processing what Yanis just yelled at me. I never saw him so mad at me, and my stomach was knotted with anxiety at the idea that he was fed up with me for good.
I walked and walked for what felt liked hours until I sat in an abandoned watch tower by the port and stayed there for a while. I felt like crying, but didn't, as usual. Eventually, I texted Yanis, asking him where he was and saying that I was sorry. I got no answer, and after a while I lost hope.
I walked along the main road, my hands shoved deep into my pockets as the cool night air wrapped around me. My legs ached, and every step felt heavier than the last. The argument with Yanis kept replaying in my head, his words sharp and cutting, each one a truth I didn't want to face. I hated admitting it, even to myself, but I'd been wrong, and we both knew it.
Calling my parents crossed my mind more than once, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Explaining what had happened outside the bar, how I'd let my temper get the better of me and pushed Yanis too far, was out of the question. The last thing I needed was another lecture.
I'd already walked farther than I thought possible, my feet dragging as I stuck close to the edge of the road, hoping a car would stop. But every pair of headlights that approached passed me by without slowing, leaving me to stew in my misery. I was starting to think I might have to walk all the way back to Porto-Vecchio when the rumble of an engine broke through the quiet.
I turned to look, expecting another car, but instead, a dirt bike came roaring up the road. I didn't bother raising my thumb, what biker would stop for a hitchhiker?
The bike slowed, its engine growling as it pulled over just ahead of me. I stared, confused, until the rider pushed up the visor on his helmet. My stomach dropped.
Antonu.
For a moment, I just stood there, frozen, as he swung a leg off the bike and removed his helmet completely. His smirk hit me like a punch to the gut; sharp, cocky, and way too familiar.
"Take mine," he said, tossing the helmet toward me like it was no big deal. "Come on, get behind me."
I hesitated, gripping the helmet in my hands as a thousand reasons to say no rushed through my head. Of course it had to be Antonu, of all people.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to keep walking and let the cold and exhaustion swallow me whole. But my pride had already taken enough hits for one night. I was cold, tired, and, if I was being honest, part of me wanted to follow him.
I slipped the helmet on, its faint, leathery smell filling my nose, and took a step toward the bike.
I just climbed on, stiff and awkward as my legs straddled the seat behind him. His body was warm, and I couldn't avoid pressing against him as I tried to find a comfortable position. When the bike jerked slightly as he adjusted, my hand shot out, landing on his stomach for balance.
I gripped the fabric of his jacket tighter as he started the engine. The bike roared to life, vibrating beneath us as he revved it unnecessarily.
"Hold on tight," he said over his shoulder, his tone almost mocking.
The bike surged forward, and I reflexively tightened my grip, my chest pressed against his back. The wind whipped past us, cold and biting, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating from him and the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath my hand.
I stared out at the dark road stretching ahead, my mind a swirling mess of regret, exhaustion, and something else I didn't want to name. As much as I wanted to hate him for being here, for being the one to stop, part of me was grateful.
And another part of me, one I hated to admit existed, was waiting to see where he would take me.
I didn't tell him where I lived, and he didn't ask. He wasn't taking me home yet, that part was clear to me. I knew I should have been afraid, or at least a little more careful about letting a semi-stranger, a guy I hated and that hated me back, to take me wherever he wanted without even asking, but I knew Antonu didn't pick me up to hurt me. Actually, I had a pretty good idea why he did.
Antonu took a turn left towards the mountains and we drove away from the main road leading to Porto-Vecchio. In the dark, with nothing else than his headlight, I pressed my body closer to his and sighed deeply, confident that he wouldn't hear it.
We stopped in front a little wooden house, sitting at the very end of a narrow dirt road. Antonu dismounted the moto and passed a hand in his hair to readjust them. I took off the helmet and handed it back to him.
"Where are we?" I whispered.
"It's my father's hunting lodge." He answered casually.
Timidly, I followed him inside. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I just awkwardly stood there, in the middle of the room. It was an old-fashioned living room. On top of the fireplace, a hunting trophy looked straight back at me, spooking me up.
I felt Antonu approaching me from behind and I shivered.
"It's cold." I said, sounding like a justification.
He didn't answer. He placed his freezing hands on my stomach, and I softly yelped. His warm lips kissed my nape, and I felt his whole muscled body envelop mine from behind. I melted in his embrace, and he became more aggressive with his kissing, burring his face in the small of my neck, making me moan with pleasure.
His hands slipped under my T-shirt and browsed my naked skin, pressing me further against him. I wasn't doing anything, just letting him own me, and I already felt overwhelmed.
He grabbed my arm and swiftly spun me around. His lips met mine and his tongue probed my mouth. I let my hands wander on his chest, on his back, feelings his powerful muscles under my fingertips. He bent forward and placed his forearms under my butt before effortlessly lifting me up from the floor. In his arms, he carried me to another room and threw me in the air, a high-pitched yelp escaping me before I came crashing down on a mattress on my back.
Antonu removed his shoes and climbed on the bed before removing mine as well. I looked at him with a mix of awe and fear, feeling like a defenceless sheep looking at a big bad wolf. He placed himself on top of me, towering my body with his, lowering his face on me and kissing my neck and jawline with ferocity.
He gripped my wrists and pinned them to the mattress, preventing from moving. I stayed there, immobile, moaning, completely at his mercy.
He first peeled my t-shirt off my back, neglectingly throwing it aside, his deep gaze never leaving mine. Then, he unbuttoned my jeans and manoeuvred me out of them, leaving me in my tented underwear. He straightened up on the bed and slowly got undressed as well until he too was solely in his boxer briefs.
His stare was intense, his predatorial hunger transpiring in all his moves, glances and breaths. He kneeled on the mattress, in front of me, took my calves in his hands and placed my legs on his shoulders, bending me in half.
I started breathing heavily, knowing what was coming, a mix of dread and excitation washing through me. His rough hands hooked my briefs' waistband and slowly peeled them off my ass. He shifted slightly closer and suddenly I felt the precum coated tip of his cock poking my pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I gulped when I realised how eager I sounded.
In that moment, I felt reality slip through my fingers. He wasn't a spoiled rich entitled asshole anymore and I wasn't a proud big mouthed Pinzutu. Our bodies collided together, and it was just us, naked both physically and spiritually. In that moment, I realised I couldn't explain this bound even if I wanted. Antonu plunged his eyes in mine, and I felt his cock slowly penetrate me. I opened my mouth, drawing short breaths as he kept pushing forward.
Finally, his stomach was pressed against mine, and his massive cock buried deep inside of me. Our lips collided and his tongue plunged in my mouth voraciously before starting pulling out only to slam it back balls deep again. I would have yelped with surprise, but the sound was muffled by our kiss, as I believed was his intent.
He then broke the kiss and gripped my hair, pulling my head back and kissing my neck around my Adam apple, his cock pounding harder and faster with every thrust. In this moment, I felt like I was totally under his control, my body being a mere extension of his, my dick twitching at this thought.
His balls loudly slapped on my ass, my head was spinning, and I was shivering from his warm breath on the wet skin he relentlessly kissed. After an even more powerful thrust, clenched my hands on his back, scratching his powerful muscles, a hoarse grunt escaping him as my face was twisted in pleasure and pain.
"Please..." I muttered, out of breath. Antonu raised his head, plunging his eyes on mine, fucking me with deep powerful moves.
"Please, what?" He asked with a low masculine voice, his forehead glistening with sweat.
"Don't... don't stop!" I pleaded in a whisper. He grinned at me with animalistic satisfaction and straightened up on the bed, letting one of my legs fall beside his hip while he kept the other on his shoulder. He placed a hand on my throat and started fucking me faster than I though was possible. His powerful hand was squeezing my throat, not hard enough to prevent me from breathing, but hard enough to let me know he could, should he wish to.
My pussy was burning with the friction from his powerful fuck, and my cock was rock hard. His chest was glistening, the feeble orange light reflecting on the pearls of sweat matting his sparse hairs to his skin. Suddenly, he placed his other hand on my waist for support and closed his eyes. Seconds later, he loudly grunted and plunged balls deep into me, his heavy balls twitching against my ass, sending ropes after ropes of cum inside of me.
It was too much for me, I grabbed my own cock and jerked it for mere seconds before drenching my abs and pecs in my own cum, Antonu's hard cock still twitching inside of me.
This orgasm was so powerful that it drained the living energy out of me. Slowly, Antonu pulled out before stepping out of the bed and walking out of the room. I didn't have the force to move, so I just laid there, not sure what to do with myself, feeling tiredness take over me with each passing second.
Antonu eventually returned, still in his naked glory, his Greek God's body looking mightier than ever. He threw a towel at me and I lazily wiped the cum away from my chest before giving it back to him. He threw it on the floor and laid next to me on the bed.
He pulled a blanket over us and settled on his back, chugging half a bottle of water before sighing deeply and turning the light off. I suddenly realised I would sleep here, with him, and I really didn't expect it. Now that he came, wasn't he supposed to be back to his odious self? I didn't understand what to do with myself, but I figured that if he was as tired as I was, he was in no condition to drive me back home anyway.
Hesitantly, I turned on my side, facing him, and scooted closer until my face was resting on his pec and my hand draped over his chest. In other circumstances, I had no doubt that I would have started overthinking, letting this unusual situation get into my head, but I was way to tired for that. Antonu's body heat, regular heartbeat and familiar scent was lulling me to sleep, and so, cuddled against him, I fell asleep.
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