I was in the cafeteria, in the heart of the social cloud when he looked at me. It had been three days since the last time I spoke to Harry, and that was how it went for the past three months. He would go out of his way to avoid me for days on end and then show up randomly, in my dorm, outside my class. At a party, here in the cafeteria. Under the bleachers at a football game- I never knew when to expect him. And when he showed up, he expected me, demanded my attention. He didn't say anything, just like now. He looked at me when he came in and everything stopped for a moment before he kept walking. And then I can't focus. All I can think about is him touching me, his eyes, his smell, his cum... I grabbed my bag and walked out.
"In here," I hadn't seen him get up to follow me out but there he was, grabbing my arm and pulling me into some office. His rough hands wrapped around my bare skin in a crowded hallway probably would have caused a scene accept the only people on this hallway was a janitor down the hall. The door hadn't even clicked shut before he shoved me against it and started sucking on my neck.
"I missed you," I managed to moan out, His hands were fumbling with my belt and his tongue... it replaced the scrape of his teeth. He stopped for a moment and looked at me. I could see it behind his eyes... he missed me too. But he didn't say it back. He didn't say anything. He shoved his mouth on mine and kissed me hard and pryed my lips open with his tongue. He stopped and pulled back. His hands found my face and he held me for a second. I opened my eyes and I saw it again. His soul, it shone so brightly through his eyes, and then he kissed me softly, gentle, kind. My breathe caught in my throat and I almost couldn't handle his kiss.
"I did that...that thing you asked," he said, voice deep and nervous. He smiled a little bit and then pulled his pants down.
"This is going to feel really good, I promise," I told him, wrapping my hands around his waist and sliding his underwear down. His dick was rock hard and it popped out, and I could tell that he'd worked out today but hadn't showered. I longed to fall on my knees and burry my face in his crotch, feel his pubes scratching my cheek and suck on his balls, but I spun him around and walked him over to the desk. he bent over and looked back at me, nervous still, so I kissed his neck. I loved the salty taste of his skin, the way his back muscles tensed and relaxed everytime I touched him. I kissed my way down to his perfect, thick ass and spread his cheeks open. My eyes honed in on his little winking ass hole, dark and tight. He'd shaved, and he moaned and pulled away a bit as soon as my lips touched him. His cheeks tightened on my face and his ass hole shriveled away from me so I reached around and started stroking his already leaking cock. He relaxed immediately. I licked his ass again and this time he gasped and I heard something crash onto the ground off of the desk.
"Fucking stroke my cock while you eat me," his moan was so demanding- he never begged for anything. I started really going to town on his hairless ass. I sucked on his hole then shoved my tongue in, felt it grip me like a vacuum. I played with the head of his dick and his heavy balls, pulling them down and making him moan. I could hear him slamming his hands on the desk and wondered if he'd cum since the last time we were together.
"You like that?" he moaned real loud as I pulled back and slid my finger inside him, quick as lightning. If I'd thought he was tight on my tongue, it was nothing compared to how tight he got on my finger. I almost couldn't move it at all. He really wouldn't relax, so I bent down and licked his ass hole, nice and slow. His ass was so sweaty- he really hadn't showered after his workout- and I fucking loved it. I licked and kissed all around his asshole, my dick getting hard off the sound of his moans. He was turning me on more than he'd done before. "You're ass is perfect."
"Shut up and eat it," he growled, reaching his hand back and shoving my face into his ass. I could pretend I didn't like when he was rough with me, but fuck I'd be lying. It was the thing I liked the most about him. My finger popped out of his ass and my tongue slid right in, right before he could close his hole completely. I knew we didn't have a lot of time, My grip tightened around his dick and I began sucking on his ass- I could hear the sloppy, wet sounds I made. He started humping the desk and my hand hit the edge of it every time he thrust. His stink was so intoxicating, his ass bounced as he fucked my hand. He let out a howl and his hole started flexing like crazy on my tongue and I couldn't help it; I came with him. I pumped every drop of my load into my underwear, and he covered my hand and the edge of the desk with his. I was out of breathe and a little dizzy, and I stumbled back a little and fell on the floor. He turned around and grinned wider than a kid at a theme park.
"That was fucking stellar," he said, walking over to me, dick swinging between his legs and leaving bits of cum on his thighs.
"You have to go," I said, because that's usually how it went. He'd give me some compliment after we'd finished and then grab his stuff and jet. I tried to sound blase about the whole thing, but he wasn't buying it.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, putting on his shirt.
"Nothing. Just a statement," I said, smiling. He looked at me hard then.
"You know, I'm not that stupid. At least not when it comes to you," he was pulling on his socks now. "You speak your mind, but not your heart. You're very...guarded. So what's on your mind?"
"We could do more than have sex, Because all we do is have sex," I told him, annoyed and impressed that he knew me that well. "And you could let me fuck you. You're really fuckable." He blushed, and I could tell he was about to laugh but then he got serious.
"Julian, you know how it is between us. I have a girlfriend. This is all I can manage," he said it like he was telling his puppy why they couldn't go for a walk that day. "Maybe you should get a girlfriend-"
"This is all the hiding I'm going to do," I told him, anger sharpening my words as I stood up. "I'm not about to pretend to be with some girl so you don't feel guilty."
"So what, are you just going to let people whisper about you? Let them say those things about you? Maybe if you did, I could be with you in public. Well not with you with you, but we could go out with our girlfriends-"
"Do I look like the kind of guy who cares what people whisper about me? I am-"
"The Supreme I know. But don't act like you're better than me because you don't have a girlfriend. Because you're not out there telling people about you either," oh yeah he was pissed, but so was I. "It's not wrong to want to be normal. Hell I'm already a witch, why can't I want to be straight? Why can't I get to pretend?" I was speechless. How could he ever say something like that?
"So you must hate me then! I'm the holy grail of everything you hate about yourself! Why don't you just go then!" He stalked towards me and I, for a second thought he would leave, half dressed, but then he grabbed me and pulled me against him. He kissed me hard, and after a minute I caved. He was strong and full of passion, full of fire. He pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes, Julian," he spoke quietly, his mouth still so close to mine. I didn't want to feel what he was making me feel; I could see our future in his eyes, and I didn't need magic to do that. It would never amount to more than this. But my heart had intertwined with his, and if he was still in...so was I.
"I know," I laughed a bit and so did he.
"You know that I don't love her, right?" I felt a twinge of jealousy; I could imagine that he'd never had to say those things to her.
"Does that mean you love me?" I asked, knowing that he might not answer. Knowing, but asking anyway.
"Julian..."
"That's what I thought," I pulled away from him and he grabbed me and pulled me back. If he had been anyone else, anyone, he would be dead where he stood. But he was him; and he had a hold on me that I didn't understand.
"No. You don't get to leave me, Julian. Remember what I said? We belong to each other. You don't walk away from me. Don't you go asking for more from me than I can give and then get mad. I am trying with you. I've never given anyone what I give you."
"And what is that? A blowjob?"
"When I said we belong to each other, I meant that. I gave you me. You knew who that was when you took it and you can't give it back. I won't let you." Maybe if I had read his mind then, if I had been a little more verse in the ways of men, I would have known what he was trying to say. I would have known that he did love me. And maybe things would have ended differently. But I have to say, the way things did end was so much more fun.
five months later, he told me he was getting engaged. Or, rather, he showed me a ring. I thought for a second it was for me and my heart skipped a beat and I filled with hope and love; after that fight he'd been a lot better about us. I saw him almost everyday, and it wasn't just for sex. We did things together. Had fun with magic, went on secret dates, even hung out in public a few times. But that day, when he showed me that ring- something in me snapped. Everyone around me had noticed how I'd changed, because that's what happened when you were in love. I was calmer and happier, and kind. Even Lolita joked about the mystery lover I had, when I did get to see her. Every spare moment I had was spent either with him or keeping myself available for him. I'd thought about us starting our own life, me walking away from all this stuff that I was involved in. All the lies, all the witches, the Coven, the racism- I thought about it everyday, but especially when he would say my name. So the ring- it made me think it was for us. I wouldn't have been able to fit it- it was his grand mothers- but I knew I would cherish it. And then he told me he was marrying her, that it was time; they'd been together for so long; he said she "knew enough about him to not want to know more, and stayed anyway." he looked at me and I knew what he was going to ask without him saying it. He wanted me to stay in his life, even though he was marrying someone else. I remember what I said.
"I thought that maybe we could be happy together. I thought that maybe you loved me as much as I love you. Hell, if you loved me half as much as I loved you, we would be okay. But you're choosing her. You can't chose her and then ask me to stand by and watch, it's not fair. You belong to her now, not me. So this is goodbye, Harry." I got up and walked towards the door. I was calmer than I'd expected, but he exploded.
"God dammit Julian what do you want from me! This is US! This is how it works! You can't just leave me Julian I need you! I am you!" I hesitated, hand on the door knob, more than tempted to go back. But the Julian Fox, the Supreme, he didn't do second best.
"You're not marrying me, Harry. So yes, I can leave you. I hope you she makes you happy." I left then, and I heard him throw something at the door and it broke. He started screaming. Before I made it to the end of his hall, I stopped again. Blinding anger burst inside me like someone had dropped a nuke on the Hoover Dam. I was Julian Fox the Supreme. No one got away with breaking my heart. No one. With the flick of my wrist and a swirl of smoke I was back in his room. He'd trashed it, every bit of it. His hands were bloody and he was crying, but stopped instantly when he saw me.
"Julian- I- you came back to me. I knew you'd-"
"Shut up you idiot," I snarled at him. His mouth stopped moving- he stopped moving. I could feel him fighting my grip, but he was no match for me. I walked over to him and grabbed his neck in my hand. I didn't squeeze, I didn't have to. He screamed as I burned my hand print into his skin. He tried to fight but I wasn't letting go.
"You said you'd never use magic..." he managed to choke out.
"I said I'd never kill you, and I won't. Unlike you, I'm not a coward. I've got something far better in mind," I squeezed a little and he choked up blood. I grabbed his tongue with my fingers. "I should cut out your tongue, but I want you to speak. With this tongue, you will speak- but never the truth. The truth of your heart shall never leave your tongue. May you always keep your cowardly ways, may you always be incapable of being true to yourself. You will live out the rest of your days unable to ever be who you really are." I let his throat go and my burned hand print slithered up his neck and wrapped around his tongue, sealing my curse.
"What did you do to me?" he asked, panicked to the point of hysteria.
"Nothing you haven't already done to yourself. Congratulations Harry, you've just been cursed by a Supreme. For as long as I live, that curse will follow you. For as long as I live, you will be a coward."
...Yeah, I remembered Harry more than well. And he remembered me too. That curse was some of my finest impromptu work. Though, when I killed his Supreme, I hadn't known it was his Supreme at the time. Finding that out was an added bonus. I liked keeping puppet Harry around.
"So what is your vote, Harry? What is on your mind? What is your heart telling you to say?" I asked, casual as ever. I could see it in his eyes, the torment. He had never been able to come out, never been able to pursue another man. Never been able to get the curse I placed on him removed either; not that he could. Not that I would let that happen. He tried to say something, but stopped. He tried again, and I could see the burns building up on his tongue. And then he finally spoke, and I could see how much he hated the words coming out of his mouth.
"We should reveal our magic," that old bag of dust had managed to fuck two sons out of his wife, and they stood by him. They were surprised at his vote. I guess they hadn't discussed it with him. They were every bit as pretty as he had been, and I'd fucked both of them. But they eventually followed suit, and voted with him.
"And what about the rest of you?" they sprung to life when I spoke. And, for once, after hours of debating, the vote was unanimous.
"I don't believe this, Julian," Rockelle was standing next to him and whispered in his ear, urgently.
"Then it's settled. When I attend the Witch Summit, I will be voting for the revealing of witches. This meeting is over." It didn't take long for the rest of them to leave. People tended to do what I said and do so with a sense of urgency.
"So what are you going to do?" Rockelle asked, trying not to let the Council over hear. They, of course, had been watching me like I was an ex-con in a store, and heard exactly what she said.
"What are you going to do?" it was clear that Glenda was accusing me of being someone dishonest, to which she was partially correct.
"I'm going to do exactly what I said I would. This is the way things run in this Coven. The people have spoken, and I will follow suit. In a few days, we will be going to Paris," I told them all.
"We?" Rockelle looked around the room, because typically, I didn't bring an entourage to these things.
"Glenda and Rockelle, the two of you will be coming with me," Glenda still looked like she didn't trust me, probably thought I would try and kill her on the way there. "I trust the remaining Council members can handle the Coven while I'm gone."
"Of course, Julian," that was Frank, who, admittedly, wasn't very attractive. He was older than Glenda but younger than me. It was funny though, because his father- well I'd done everything I could to get him in bed with me, and he still refused. "We will care for the Coven."
"Then lets go, Rockelle."
His room wasn't all that different from the college dorms I stayed in. But the way he kissed me was definitely different than the way Julian did it. Dylan's kisses were urgent and messy, and he kept biting my lip, which I didn't really mind except that the door knob was also digging into my spine. His hands slid up my shirt and they were cold and rough. I flinched and i thought he would notice but he didn't; and I was kind of glad he didn't. Glad he didn't stop. Stopping meant I had to think and question what Julian would do if he found out and I didn't want that.
"Am I doing this right?" Dylan panted.
"What?"
"I've never...and you have... so is it right?" He stopped kissing me and touching me. He looked at me, genuinely wanting an answer.
"I guess. It feels good. Just do what feels natural," and now it was really hard to not think about Julian, who had always known what he wanted. Who knew what I wanted, even when I didn't want him to. I never had to coach Julian through sex.
"Well this isn't really..." he stopped speaking and his cheeks grew red. It was cute, the way he put his foot in his mouth so much. Refreshing. "I'm sorry, Noland. I didn't mean to... you know...we can go back to making out if you want. Or we can stop. I understand if you want to stop."
I kissed him, and I could tell he wasn't really sure still. So I kissed him again. And again. And I wrapped my hands around his neck and he began to kiss me back. "I don't want to stop. What I want is to get in that bed over there and have sex with you."
"I've never done that either. I don't think I'll be as good as what you're used to," Dylan told me, though he hadn't stopped taking off his clothes or moving closer to his bed.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," I don't know why I said it; it was what you were supposed to say I think. My dick was too hard to just stop, but for the first time in the history of men my head won out over my dick.
"I mean I do, but then I feel like I can't," he let out a sigh and plopped onto his bed, his pants around his ankles. "But you're hard. And I'm hard."
"Yeah, there's that," I tried to laugh it off but I was still hoping he would change his mind.
"Can I see it? I've never... you know," I took off my clothes as fast as I could, and stood there in front of him. On display. And I quickly begin to feel very self conscious. I was in pretty good shape but I'd never had someone just stare at me naked, especially not the way he did. He started rubbing himself through his underwear and I tried not to notice, but it was really hard not too. "You can take yours out if you want. I promise I won't bite it off," he laughed, and after a moment he stood up and slid his underwear off with his jeans. He stood infront of me, nothing but a t shirt being pushed up by his very hard dick. It had one really big vein running up the side and his mushroom was huge. I wanted to drop to my knees and swallow him, but there was no way I could. At least not without a lot of practice. "We can just lie next to each other if you want."
"Cool," he moved as awkwardly as he spoke, stumbling back down on his bed and then sliding over to make room for me. His sheets were pretty basic, gray with little holes here and there. I could tell that he wasn't used to this, and honestly neither was I. I was only kind of used to Julian, and here I was with a guy I'd just met. And then a wicked thought slithered into my mind. What would Julian do if he found out?
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