[All Korean Translations Will Be Done or Corrected by @Nuuro_Kun!]

Chapter 12

It was a Wednesday. Eli and I were sitting on the hood of his '69 Camaro, talking. Well, mostly I talked, while he ate some gimbap that Umma made last night. I decided to bring him some.

"Holy shit," he murmured, "your mom's cooking is delicious."

"I know right! If you want I can bring ya more."

"Really?," he asked, looking up at me. A little piece of rice was stuck to his chin and I wiped it off, chuckling.

"Yeah. Yani has been begging me to bring food to school, too, so I can feed the both of you," I said.

"You don't have to do that. At least, not for me," he remarked.

I smiled at him. "It's okay. Maybe I can ask my mom to teach me a few recipes now, since I need to learn how to make more than just kimchi. Don't worry about it, alright?"

Eli wiped his mouth with a napkin that I provided and asked, "So, you're fully Korean, right?"

I nodded. "I was born here in America, but my background is fully Asian. My mom is still learning more English. My father speaks it fluently now."

"Are you bilingual?"

I nodded.

"Holy shit," Eli awed quietly. His amazement is so cute. He went on to say, "I've never heard you speak Korean before."

"Nun de gi shex chy ha da," I said.

He stared at me. "....what?"

Chuckling, I told him, "I said 'you are handsome and sexy'."

He smirked and replied, "How would I say 'thank you' back?"

"Gomawou," I answered.

He furrowed his brow and tried repeating me, "Goomaa...pffftbbbhh."

I laughed aloud and shook my head. "Eat your food, you dork."

"You're a dork," he murmured back playfully.

The both of us sat in silence for a few moments. I took this time to look around at our surroundings. Behind us, there was the school fence, and beyond that a field that wasn't being used for anything. Sometimes softball practices for kids will be held there just because the field was always available. Other than those people, Eli and I usually have nothing to worry about. No one has come around the corner, except for Yani. Still, I couldn't help but think.

"Do you think we'll be able to be open about our relationship someday?," I asked Eli.

He stopped eating to look up at me. "Where's this coming from?"

"Oh," I mumbled, "well, it just came to mind. If we stay together long enough, I know we have to. Secret relationships usually turn sour, and I wouldn't want that for you. Unless...you wanna stay a secret?"

To my surprise, when I looked back, he was scowling. He hasn't scowled with me for a while now. He set aside the tupperware box of food and said, "Of course I don't wanna stay a secret. It sucks having all of this stress just because some stupid douchebag wants to ruin your life."

"Well, I understand we're a secret for my sake, but what about you--?"

"I don't give shit about what people think of me," he interrupted, "I'm not gonna make an effort to look a certain way for people, alright? They can think what they want."

I stared at Eli, noticing the way his jaw was set, and his eyes bore into me. Gulping, I cast my eyes down for only a moment. He grabbed onto my hand and squeezed it tight. "You have to believe me when I tell you these things, Calvin. I don't like hurting people. I can't hurt you." I didn't respond.

He added, "You still don't trust me, do you?"

"N-No, I do," I said, "I just... I mean, this is hard. It is stressful...and..."

Bringing my gaze up to him, he was closer now. His eyes were almost too steely for me to continue looking at. I turned away and murmured, "D-Don't look at me like that..."

I heard him sigh, before he leaned in and kissed my cheek with meek intent. Almost naturally, I leaned into him, closing my eyes. Eli caressed a thumb across my cheek and said, "Someday, we won't have to think about this Wesley drama. For right now, though, stick with me and I'll protect you. I promise."

I nodded, then leaned into his chest. He wrapped an arm around me, resting his head on top of mine. This almost seemed surreal having him hold me like this and care about me so much. This seems almost too good to be true, yet I don't want to doubt Eli for a second. My heart beats too much for him for me to even try.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I checked who had texted. Appa had arrived to pick me up.

"I have to go," I said, sliding off from the Camaro and grabbing my backpack. Following me down, Eli asked, "Do you want the tupperware back?" He hadn't finished the food.

"Give it to me tomorrow when we meet again," I said.

He stared at me for a moment, before leaning over and kissing my lips. When he pulled away, I whispered to him, "I'll believe you. I'll trust you."

Smiling, he replied, "Gomaoww."

I shook my head and said, "It's gomawou."

"Same thing."

"No, it's not, you missed a syllable!," I laughed.

Eli leaned his head against mine as we laughed together, and I felt genuinely happy. His laugh was so sweet to hear. His smile is amazing. He's perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"I'll see you later," I called to him as I started walking away. He waved goodbye to me just before I turned the corner to head to the front.

When I opened the side door near the gym and entered the school, I ran into someone. Looking up at them, I apologized, only to catch my own words when I realized I bumped into one of Wesley's friends. He immediately glared down at me but shoved past me to use the side exit. Glancing back, I got to see him turn left, away from where Eli was. A sigh escaped my mouth and I moved on.

•••

The next day, I brought some more food for Yani and Eli in two new tupperware boxes. Yani was happy when I gave her the food at lunch, and thanked me wholeheartedly.

"Does this mean you're gonna bring more food?," she had asked.

"Maybe," I drawled. She rolled her eyes and had eaten with a satisfied look on her face.

In graphic design, Oscar told me how Riley gave him one-on-one judo lessons in his backyard. The side of his arm was slightly bruised due to him falling over once. He could barely hold the computer mouse without being uncomfortable. I asked if Riley could teach me, and he asked if I had a death wish. I said 'fuck yeah' and he face-palmed.

In PE, Eli couldn't find a moment to do anything with me, but just catching him staring at me from time to time was enough. When the final bell rang, I went to the front just to see if Yani was still around. Fortunately, she was.

"Sup, gringo?," she asked me.

"Nothing much. I'm gonna be seeing my boo soon," I answered her and she chuckled.

"Well, tell your 'boo' I said hello. And, I'll tell you good bye now. Carlos is here..."

"I can't wait until you're ungrounded," I murmured.

"Aye, I know...," she groaned. She gave me a quick hug before turning to leave. As she walked, she called back, "See ya, Calvin!"

"See ya," I said, waving at her.

After watching her leave, I turned around to go meet with Eli. I was a little eager to see what he'd think of the food I have now. (It's fried mandu and I don't know if he'll like it...) When I turned the corner, I instantly froze in my place.

Eli leaned against his car, scowling at Wesley, who stood in front of him talking. What is he doing here? Why? Did the friend I bumped into yesterday tell him about me being in this area? As soon as Eli even glanced at me, Wesley turned and grinned. (Oh fuck).

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour," he chimed with a devilish undertone. "What are you doing coming to a place like this, Creep?"

It took me a moment to find my voice. "I-I just... I was trying to find..."

"Come a little closer, Calvin," Wesley said, "Can't hear ya." I stood my ground, earning a quick sneer from him.

"Eli and I were just talking about you. Isn't that right, Gateman?"

Eli only nodded and didn't say anything.

Wesley started pacing around as he spoke, "Imagine how awkward this meeting must be, standing with the person who invaded your privacy."

Eli shifted in his spot and grumbled quietly, "It's pretty disgusting..." I could see the actual disgust on his face due to him saying that.

"What's worse is that Calvin isn't scared of you. Doesn't even give a shit. Isn't that right, Creep?"

I nodded slowly and glanced at the dark haired, scowling delinquent. He didn't look at me.

Wesley chuckled. "Well, isn't that a first? You're not scared of either one of us. I can give you props for that. But, being fearless can't help you." He turned to Eli and said, "I know you've probably been dying to get a chance at kicking Calvin's ass. Maybe this is it. He's here now, and he isn't afraid of you, so he has no reason to run away."

There was a pause of silence before Eli questioned, "What are you saying?"

Wesley turned back to look at me straight in the eyes as he stated, "Punch Calvin."

Eli's eyes went wide and so did mine. The blonde haired douchebag chuckled to himself, then remarked to me, "You're not scared, right? It's just a punch."

"Wesley," Eli started, "I'm not really feeling up to it right now."

"You're backing out? You haven't even tried," Wesley growled, "Calvin's nothing but a twig. You're not getting soft, are you, Gateman? Or...is there something else?"

The look on Eli's face told me that he was starting to fume on the inside. Worry started building up at the thought of Wesley finding out about us. What if he has proof of that, too?

With a huff, Eli pushed off of his Camaro and said, "I don't know what the fuck that last bit is implying, but I know that I'm tired."

"C'mon, just give him a good whack across the face," Wesley replied so nonchalantly, it almost made me gag.

Eli looked over at me and I noticed his jaw clench. Then, to my surprise, he started walking towards me. I took a step back but he grabbed at my shirt collar before I could move any further. Staring up at his face, I saw the Eli Gateman that everyone knew; scowling, brooding, almost always angry or annoyed, scary. But from the times we've spent together, I know he doesn't want to do this. The look his eyes gave me told me everything.

Eli started raising up his hand and I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. When the worst never came, I opened my eyes to see Eli's hand in the air, unmoving. Behind him, Wesley hissed, "Are you gonna hit him or what?"

With a sigh, Eli shoved me away a little and grumbled, "He isn't worth my energy."

I stared at him, more in shock that he didn't punch me for the sake of fooling Wesley. Doesn't he know that'll make that douchebag's suspicions worse?

Even more surprising, Wesley laughed. He shook his head as if the scene was some Brady Bunch comedic skit. He took a few steps forward, past Eli, and said, "Alright, then. Let me do the honors."

Before I could prepare myself, Wesley came rushing at me, his right hand ready to sock me out. I flinched and lifted up my hands to try and protect myself, but a punch never came. Instead, I saw Eli intervene Wesley, shoving him back and against the Camaro (the thud was so loud that I could feel that it hurt). The blonde haired boy looked at him in surprise, then annoyance. Before he could snap at Eli, the dark haired delinquent growled viciously, "Don't lay a single fucking finger on him!"

At first, I thought he finally had enough and was about to confess his care for me, but he went on...

"I don't care about your popularity, or your resources, or your cheap money! You're not gonna do anything to him without having to deal with me. I'll do whatever I damn well please with him. He's my fucking property now, Collins! No one else's but mine! If you want to fight me over it like some stupid-ass bitch, go ahead. I fucking dare you...!"

Wesley just stood there leaning against the car. Eli sharply turned towards me, his eyes blazing with ferocity now. It actually terrified me. Grabbing me by the collar again, he growled at me, "You're not scared of me, right??"

When I didn't speak right away, he shook me and yelled, "Right?!" I nodded as calmly as possible. (My knuckles hurt from gripping onto the hem of my jacket too tight.) Eli huffed in my face and let me go.

Without any warning, he sent a hard punch straight into my jaw, making my vision go white for a split second. The force of his hit was enough to send me falling over onto my knees. I was dizzy for a few moments, and suddenly felt heavier than I was. The left side of my face throbbed terribly, and when I pulled my hand away, blood stained my fingers. The left half of my bottom lip felt numb.

Tears brimmed my eyes and nearly clouded Eli's figure when I looked up at him. He towered over me, staring down at me with a bone-chilling, death glare. In an aggressive and domineering tone of voice, he commanded me, "You should be scared of me. You will! Don't even try to think otherwise. This is all your fault. You did this! Now you're never running away from me. The only thing I want you to feel when you look at me is fear, do you understand?!"

I nodded frantically and he narrowed his eyes, satisfied. He turned back towards Wesley and ordered him, "Get the fuck off of my car, twat."

The blonde haired boy smirked casually and walked away from the Camaro. Looking over at me, he chuckled and said, "You messed him up pretty bad."

"Don't tell me what I already know," Eli growled, earning a nice, amused chuckle out of Wesley.

"Alright. You've convinced me. He's all yours," the blonde douchebag stated.

On shaky legs, I stood up and attempted to walk away. Eli's sharp voice snapped at me, "Did I tell you to get up?!"

Trembling, I stopped and turned around. Wesley sighed and said, "Oh, let 'em go, Gateman. You've scared the poor boy enough." He looked at me and chirped, "Get on out of here, Creep."

For the first time ever, I was relieved with a sentence that Wesley said. Holding my mouth, I walked away in silence, never looking at Eli. My heart was racing as I hurried back to the side exit to get inside the school. My first destination was the boys' restroom to wash up.

As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I sighed with despair. Blood dripped from my mouth and stained my teeth. My jaw already looked red and swollen. My knees felt bruised as well from the fall. My eyes were red from holding back tears. To be honest, the only thing that kept me from sobbing was the thought of Eli faking all of that. He was only acting for the sake of fooling Wesley. Unless...

No! I said I would believe him, that I would trust in him. If I were in his situation, I would have done the same. There's no way he meant all of that. He's done so much for me already that it'd be hard to believe he didn't care about me. I'll trust in him.

Standing at one of the sinks, I washed off all of the blood from my mouth and hands. Using a paper towel to press against my lip, I composed myself and left the restroom.

I stayed up in the library for the time being, since I didn't want to risk going back to Eli. When Appa texted me saying he was here, I felt relieved to go home. I exited through the front of the school to get to the car. When I hopped into the passenger seat, Appa asked me, "What happened to your mouth?"

"Oh, uh, I tripped...and hit my face on the edge of a desk in my last class...," I lied on the spot.

"Are you alright? Did you chip a tooth?"

"I'm fine, Appa," I assured him.

"When we get home, put ice on it," he suggested as he shifted the car out of park and drove away.

•••

I sat in my room, working on some homework, holding an ice pack to my face. Umma was worried sick about me, and it took her a while to quit overreacting. I wonder how Yani will react to this. I'm gonna have a gnarly bruise tomorrow, and there's no way I can cover that up. Plus, Yani saw me after school, when I didn't have a bruise. She also knows that I rarely have any run-ins with Wesley after school on campus. To her, the only immediate suspect would be Eli. There's no way I can lie to her. I just hope she doesn't go hunting him down to kick his ass.

The quiet, persistent buzzing of my phone on my desk stole me away from my homework and I looked at the ID.

Eli.

I picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Are you okay? Where are you?," Eli instantly asked me.

"I'm back home," I answered, my voice sounding tired, "I'm feeling alright. Could be better."

"Calvin, I'm so sorry for what I did. I really didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't let Wesley think any differently about us. I needed him off of your back. That's all I was trying to do. But, I might have gone overboard."

A tear escaped down my cheek, but out of relief. He was only faking it.

"Calvin?," his voice called out, "Calvin?"

"I understand," I said, my voice cracking a little. Carefully, I wiped at my cheek where my bruise was.

"Shit, you're crying," he hissed, "Calvin, please don't. I'm sorry. I'm a fucking asshole. Don't cry..."

"Eli, it's okay," I replied in a lighter tone, "I'm not mad. It's just...I'm happy. For a second, I was scared that you weren't acting, but then I told myself you were. You made a convincing performance."

"Yeah, but I still hurt you," he muttered, "I hated the way you looked at me earlier. I don't ever want to see it..." He pulled the phone away from his mouth but I could still hear him growl loudly, "Fuck, I'm stupid! God dammit!"

"Eli, stop," I said calmly, "I'm telling you, I'm fine. Don't be hard on yourself."

He sighed in my ear and was quiet for a few seconds. Then, in a soft murmur, he claimed, "I want to see you. I need to. Right now. I'd be an idiot if I left you alone after that."

"I'm not sure if that's possible right now--."

"I'll come to you."

"Eli...," I started, "I don't know if... If... Okay. Meet me at the park again. We can see each other there."

"Thank you." I could hear the relief in his tone.

"See you then," I said, before letting him hang up the phone. Staring at the wall, I wondered how I would convince Appa to lend me his car.

Then, I figured it out

•••

"Can Yani really not come over for tutoring?," Appa groaned as he held the keys to his car in his hand.

I shook my head. "She's grounded, Appa. She can barely go anywhere."

He stared at me. "She can tutor herself, can't she?"

"Appa..."

"Fine," he grumbled and tossed me his keys. I caught them in my hands and flashed him a big smile.

"Do not damage it," he warned me, "if you do, Yani won't be the only one on house arrest."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it," I promised him.

He sighed and smiled back. "You have an hour to spend with her. Be careful, Calvin. Come back home safe."

I nodded and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks, Appa." He patted my head and hugged me back.

"Bye bye, Umma!," I hollered as I walked out the front door. Hurriedly, I rushed to Appa's car and hopped inside. Heart racing, I turned on the engine, reversed out of the driveway, then drove off down the rode towards the park.

It only took about six minutes to get there. There weren't many people and I parked without trouble. I turned off the engine and checked my phone to see if Eli texted. He had.

Eli: Sitting on a bench under a tree, near the north side. There's an empty playground next to me.

Checking my directions, I exited my dad's car and locked it. The eagerness was almost too much to contain as I ran to find Eli. I passed by children playing soccer, people jogging, and couples walking with their kids. When I finally saw Eli in the distance, waiting on a bench like he said he would, my joy piqued. "Eli!," I called out, and he turned his head straightaway. He stood up as I walked towards him and the look on his face slowly shifted to an expression of guilt.

Once I stood right in front of him, he lifted a hand to my face and murmured, "Christ...I'm so sorry, Calvin..."

Gently, he brushed a thumb against my bruise and I winced. He pulled his hand away and sighed. Before I had left my house, I checked out how my bruise was doing. It was already dark and purple. I felt terrible knowing Eli felt so much worse when looking at what he did.

He hugged me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. In a tone of voice that dripped with guilt, he whispered against my hair, "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole and I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay," I murmured as I stroked my fingers through his hair. "You didn't mean it and that's what's important."

"I still shouldn't have hurt you."

"You were only helping me. Helping us," I assured him. Pulling away from his chest, I cupped his face into my hands and added, "Stop apologizing and calling yourself terrible things. Please."

He frowned and closed his eyes instead of responding.

"Why are you so caught on this? I told you everything is fine," I said.

"But--."

Tiptoeing, I kissed his lips to shut him up. Sadly, it hurt my mouth to do that and I had to pull away sooner than I wanted to. Brushing my fingers against his cheek, I stated, "You're not a bad person, Eli. If I'm going to believe and trust in you, you have to do the same. Believe me when I tell you you're a good person. This has no reflection on who you are, or will be. You're not gonna be abusive, if that's what you're worried about. If you ever hurt me on purpose, I will dump your ass so hard that you will be physically broken."

That last sentence made him chuckle and my heart skipped a beat seeing him smile. Running my fingers through his hair, I mumbled, "I'm okay. I always am when I'm with you."

He chuckled and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm glad," he whispered before gently kissing my lips. This time, it felt much more nicer and sweeter. I gave into his warm embrace; to the way he rubbed my back, the way he hugged my sides, the way he moved his lips with a feather-like touch. It felt so amazing that the only thing I was afraid of with him was letting go.

When Eli stopped kissing me, he said, "Let me make it up to you."

"How?," I murmured.

The eager, handsome smile made me curious and he started leading me away from the bench. "How much time do you have left with me?"

"Uh, probably another forty minutes," I answered.

"Perfect."

Eli took me to a different parking area where his Camaro was and had me hop into the passenger's seat. As soon as he was in the car and turning the engine, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Something I know you're gonna love," was all he had answered and started backing up.

During the car drive, I kept trying to get Eli to confess his little plan. He wouldn't budge and only told me to wait. After a while, he finally stopped the car at a lonely field, next to a grove of trees (it's probably the field he likes to visit).

"What are you doing?," I asked him once again, my excitement increasing.

Eli grabbed my hand and kissed it tenderly before saying, "Making it up to you." Then, he leaned forward and kissed at my neck. I realized what he meant waaay too late and a blush spread over my face. Oh, I can't pass something like this up.

Letting myself relax, I allowed Eli to kiss and bite at my neck. He got a few mewls out of me and kept going for more. With careful fingers, he pulled my face close so that he could kiss me again. This time, instead of nibbling at my lips, he licked them sensually. I moaned as he starting using his tongue while he ravished my lips. He's so good at it...

If his Frenching wasn't enough to excite me, he eventually slipped a hand up my shirt. I groaned and grabbed at the back of his neck to keep him on my lips. Even though it would hurt my bruise, I ignored the pain to enjoy the taste of his lips. Soon enough, the hand that had snaked up my shirt traveled down to my pants. Slowly, almost in a teasing manner, he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. By the time he revealed my boxer-briefs, I was already hard and wanting. He palmed my bulge and I whined against his mouth. The warmth from his hand had my member throbbing for him. His soft lips traced over my skin, and his teeth marked it, making it known that I was his. I wanted to be his.

To my joy, Eli pulled my boxer-briefs down a little, exposing my stiff length, and started stroking me. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hand, something foreign. I thought back to the night of Sorhinsky's party, to the thrill I felt whenever Eli touched me. It all came seeping back into me and made me even more excited.

Leaning my head back to savor the sensation of Eli's stroking, he took this moment to kiss and suck at my neck and collarbone. I held onto the loose seatbelt next to me with one hand, while my other clutched onto his shirt. Butterfly kisses traveled back up my neck, to my jaw, across my cheek, then to my ear.

"Do you want me to keep going?," Eli whispered huskily in my ear before biting onto it.

"Y-Yes, don't stop," I murmured, feeling my blush reach my ears. "M-More. Please. More..."

Eli chuckled against my skin and stroked my cock faster. With my eyes closed, I moaned a little more, panted faster. Precum was already coating my shaft and Eli's hand, making his movements even more satisfying. I couldn't handle just sitting and letting Eli feel me up. I need him to feel good, too.

"Y-You, too," I murmured against his jaw, "Let m-me touch you, too.."

Eli grinned and said, "Move your seat down."

I did as he said and reached to the side to pull the lever. I went down a little two fast and the both of us chuckled. Next, Eli moved over onto my side and positioned himself between my legs. For a few seconds, I was embarrassed by our position, but realized it's a little too late for embarrassment.

Eli began kissing at my neck as I worked to unbutton and unzip his pants. Thankfully, he was already hard and ready for me to touch. As soon as I saw his cock again, I sighed and licked my lips. Eli noticed this and remarked, "No oral this time."

"Aweee," I whined and he chuckled wryly.

With one hand, I began stroking his member while he did the same for me. Eli trapped me against the seat, but I loved having him on top of me. I want to have him like this more often. His heat is so nice. His body feels nice on mine, too. Oh, what I wouldn't give to take his clothes off so I can marvel at every inch of him.

As we stroked each other, Eli lifted up my shirt to expose my chest. Still pumping my cock, he leaned down and started sucking on one of my nipples. I whined a bit when he nibbled, but I enjoyed it anyway. Leaning my head back, I moaned aloud as he touched me in all of the right places. His sweet kisses traveled across my chest, his warm hand worked at my cock, and his fingers tenderly caressed my cheek. I loved every second, every movement, every groan and sigh.

Heat began building up in my abdomen and, deep down, I didn't want this to end at all. All of it felt so right and so perfect. Eli could see the desperate look on my face and smirked. (I loved that smirk too, ugh!~)

My desperation to continue got worse, when Eli started grinding against me. His hips moved so smoothly that every thrust had me trembling with delight. "M-More," I murmured behind my hand, trying to cover my wild blush. He gave me more; ground against me harder, stoked my cock faster, made his kisses and bites deeper. It was all so much but it was everything I wanted. My body was shaking and my mind was clouded with pleasure. My hips thrusted up, my toes curled up in my shoes, my chest heaved up and down faster and faster as I panted more and more. "Eli," I called out his name, and continued to moan it. "E-Eli..!"

"God, you're fucking cute," he growled before ravishing my neck. I moaned and grabbed onto his hair. Still stroking him, I tried to maintain myself so I could keep going longer, but everything played against me.

"Ahh, I...I'm gonna cum," I whimpered, my voice nearly quavering because of how much I trembled. Eli kissed at my cheek as he kept touching me, waiting for me to release all over his hand.

A sudden jolt of hot pleasure rushed throughout my entire body as I finally came. My legs shook and my back arched up from the passenger seat. My moans were so loud, I'm sure they carried out of the car. What made the sensation even better was that Eli kept going until I rode out my entire climax. It took my body a while to stop twitching, but when I did, nothing but satisfaction rested in my muscles. Panting, I looked up at Eli and managed a smile. He smiled back and kissed my jaw lovingly.

"Did you...finish, too?," I asked him, letting my free hand play with his hair.

"No," he answered.

Pulling him to me closer, I said, "Let me help you."

"Calvin..."

"Just let me do the work now," I murmured against his neck before kissing his skin the same way he did to me.

Eli kept his head down next to mine, letting me kiss and suck at his skin. I ran my tongue over his jaw, his ear, and bit on it while my hand worked at his thick cock. His groans were deep, husky, and raw. Lovely to my ears. Using my legs, I pushed him into me more. It wasn't much, but I loved when he squirmed, too.

Eventually, Eli's breathing became heavier and heavier. His shoulders shook, and he bucked his hips a bit. I stroked faster and faster, wanting him to release and feel the same pleasure I felt. My lips danced across his skin, even though my bruise would hurt. Suddenly, the feeling of hot, thick fluid spread across my hands and landed on my stomach. I moaned softly at the feeling and the way Eli shuddered above me as he rode out his climax. His sexy groan sounded beautiful to me and I sighed contentedly.

Gently, Eli pressed his forehead against mine and the both of us enjoyed a few moments of silence. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a little more than just lust. I recognized that look and it sent my heart soaring like never before.

With a cheeky grin, I commented, "I feel much, much better."

Eli chuckled deeply and kissed my temple. "Good," he replied.

A few moments passed before I cleared my throat and asked, "You don't have any napkins in here, do you?"

Minutes later, the both of us were cleaned up and refreshed from the warmth that accumulated in the car. When I checked the time, I only had a few more minutes left until my parents expected me home. To keep me from upsetting them, Eli hurried to rush me back to my dad's car, which was still at the park. Before I left, Eli stopped me so that he could return the tupperware box he took yesterday. He even cleaned it.

"Have a good night," he told me, his eyes warm and endearing.

"You, too. Get home safe." I could still feel the blush on my face.

"I will," he responded with a light chuckle. We shared a quick kiss, then I exited the Camaro to get to Appa's car. Thankfully, nothing was wrong with it and I unlocked the driver's side door to hop inside. I turned the engine on, backed up out of the parking space, and drove out of the parking lot, waving goodbye to Eli as I left.

I was only a few minutes late to return home, but my parents weren't strict about that. Instead they let me return Appa's keys without trouble. I went to my room and showered before I did anything else. Once I was done, the first thing I did was check my phone for any messages. There was one.

Eli: I just realized how much it sucks not being around you.

Blushing, I chuckled and texted back: You miss me~?!? (⁰▿⁰)

A minute later.

Eli: Cutie. Of course I do.

I swooned a little and responded: I miss you too.. (๑'ㅂ'๑)

Eli: What's with the emoticons??

Me: I love 'em. I have more!
╰(〒皿〒)╯( σ՞ਊ ՞)σᕙ('▽')ᕗ
✿◕ ‿ ◕✿(◉◞౪◟◉)

Eli: Dork

Me: (◉◞౪◟◉)

Eli: Oh god

Me: (◉◞౪◟◉)

Eli: What even is that?

Me: (◉◞౪◟◉)

Eli: Dammit, Calvin

Me: Sorry (⁰▿⁰)

After that, we texted a little more. Actually we texted almost throughout the rest of the night, and I felt happy just doing so. But I did still miss him. He really did make being without him feel like Hell. I'm not sure whether to feel proud or annoyed by that. Neither one really makes a difference. Besides...

I made him feel the exact same way.

Yes~!