[Warning: Hot as hell.]

Chapter 6

It was quiet in the car. Eli focused on driving and I focused on trying not to dive out of the vehicle. I desperately wanted to turn on the radio, but that would involve asking him if I could touch his radio, and I'd need to talk to him for that, and right now I don't want to risk saying a single word.

"What's your address?," he asked me suddenly.

Without looking at him, I repeated my address to him. He didn't say anything after that. Judging by the way he took familiar turns, he knew his way to the general area of my house. I was sort of relieved to see landmarks I could recognize.

But he took one turn that wasn't towards my house and my mind jumped to the worst conclusions. I stared down at my feet, thinking about how I would be able to escape from him if he were to try to hurt me. Appa always tells me to go for the groin if anything happens. It's a shitty move but it works all of the time. Yeah, I'll kick Eli where the sun doesn't shine and run as fast as I can to the nearest safe place. Maybe I can even steal his car and drive home. I'm capable of that, right? Though, if I'm asking myself that then that means I'm not.

"I'm gonna go buy something. You want anything? A drink?," Eli suddenly asked me.

It was at this point that I noticed he has parked at the front of a convenient store. My nerves calmed down some.

"Um...I guess a soda? Just any kind," I answered him reluctantly.

Eli shut the car off and left me alone to head inside the store. He's gone now... Maybe I should just leave. I could do it. I could start running and never stop until I'm back home, safe and sound.

But instead of running away, I stayed behind to contemplate why Eli hasn't jumped at me yet. Why is he driving me home (if that's still a true intention for him)? Why is he buying me a drink? What's he trying to get at? Is he trying to get my guard down so his attack will be even stronger and more successful? Or, what if Wesley put him up to this since their goals would probably be the same?

A few minutes later, Eli came back out of the store, holding a small plastic bag. When he got back to the car, he sat down and handed me my soda. "Thanks," I murmured quietly. While the bag was open, I got a peek at a pack of cigarettes. I didn't know he smoked. How'd he even get them so quick?

He tossed the bag in the back seat and turned on the car's engine. He started backing out and headed for the road again. I was too nervous to open my can of soda, so I just clutched it in my hands for the time being.

Eli drove around for a while, still taking turns that I couldn't fully recognize. I wondered where he was going. I wondered why I was still even in his car.

After several more minutes of driving, Eli stopped the car at a local, public park. It was dark all around us, and the streetlight we parked under barely lit up anything.

If I wasn't freaking out earlier, I certainly was now.

This is where I die. Eli was only being nice to make my death even sweeter. He's gonna fuck me up, and dump my lanky body somewhere in this park. But he doesn't have an alibi so he'd get caught afterwards. Wait, why am I thinking of murder? He could just beat me close to death and let me suffer that way for a few weeks. I'd rather not have that either...!

"Let's talk," Eli said to me.

Oh, fuck.

"I, uh...I'm...," I murmured.

Unexpectedly, he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. This left me alone in the car for a few moments, confused, until Eli knocked on my window. He motioned me to come out and I did. Reluctantly, I stepped out of the car and stood next to him, still holding my soda.

"Are you going to drink?," he asked me, pointing to my soda.

I nodded and awkwardly opened the can to take a swig. It wasn't as cold as it was before, but still good.

We stood outside for a while. Eli leaned against his car while I stood tense next to him. I started chewing on the edge of the can to preoccupy my mind with something.

Over the silence of the surrounding park, Eli asked me, "What did you think of Sorhinsky's party?"

Immediately, I stammered, "I swear, I never had any bad intentions to do that and...huh?"

"The party. How was it for you?"

"Uh, i-it was okay... It could've been better," I answered.

There was a pause of silence between us and I shifted in my spot nervously. I should really, just, I don't know, run away now?

"Are you feeling okay?," Eli asked me.

Caught off guard by his question, I murmured, "I'm fine..."

"Wesley got you pretty bad. Everything was really awkward after he blasted the recording. Though, I'll admit, I was impressed by how collected you were before that."

"You were watching the game?"

He nodded. "After you ran away like a weirdo, I went back inside to just chill out.."

I stared at him. "You weren't even going to try to catch me after I ran?"

"Not really.."

"Wow, okay," I muttered.

"Anyway," he continued, "Wesley had texted me, telling me to come to the dining room to see shit go down. That's where I saw you. I liked the daddy kink impression you did of Wesley. I've never seen him so embarrassed and pissed off. Dumbass deserved it."

"You don't like Wesley?," I inquired.

"Of course not," Eli grumbled, "He's a fuckin' asshole. I'm not any better but at least I'm not a cocky piece of shit like him."

"But, you and him texted...

"Just because we texted, doesn't make us friends," he stated, "He may think we're buddies, but I want nothing to do with him."

"I see..."

Eli sighed and put his hands in his jacket pockets. He slumped a little lower, and asked, "Why'd you take those pictures?"

I was mid-way into drinking my soda and I nearly choked. When I was okay to talk, I stuttered, "I, um, I-I.."

"Be honest with me," he ordered, "I hate when people lie."

"Sh-Shouldn't the reason be obvious?," I mumbled.

"The reason being you're the Creep?," he suggested, "I know it's not just that. You're not stupid enough to risk taking a picture of me, either. What really compelled you?"

I scratched the side of my face and glanced down at the ground. If I tell him the truth, he'll probably sock me in the face. Still, I have no other excuses.

"I...I took the pictures because," I started, "I think...you're...attractive. I like you... It was stupid of me to have done that, in general... The truth is, I wouldn't have done it for any other guy... Only you... And, I'm really, really sorry for that." I took a moment to breathe and hung my head. "I invaded your privacy, and I'm pretty sure I committed a crime. Despite the kind of person you are, nothing changes the fact that you didn't deserve to have multiple pictures taken of you like that. For that, I'm so sorry, and I'll understand wholeheartedly if you hurt me. Maybe I need a good beating to shape up. I just...I'm sorry, Eli.."

Things were quiet for a while, and it was unbearable. I felt like receding into a ball, but there was also a weight lifted off of my shoulders. Still, I was nervous standing so close to him.

Finally, he spoke up and replied, "That's all I needed to hear."

I looked up at him in surprise. His face wasn't formed into a scowl. Instead, it was calm and unfazed. I've never seen him like this. It makes me like him even more.

"Y-You're not going to beat me up?," I asked hesitantly.

He scoffed and responded, "No. I'm not a barbarian. I don't like fighting or hurting people. Especially, weirdoes like you who don't stand a fair chance."

"Oh, thanks," I muttered sarcastically, "At least you're considerate.." He stifled a chuckle and a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout my chest.

"How are you not mad?," I asked him.

He shrugged. "Because I know you didn't mean any harm. Because I know that what's done is done. Because I know I don't give a shit about what people think of me."

"Still..."

"Do you want me to be mad?"

"Fuck no," I blurted.

"Then, quit trying to make me out as being pissed off," he claimed.

"You should...care more...about yourself," I mumbled awkwardly.

His voice dropped a little lower as he said, "Who are you to tell me that?"

I shut my mouth and turned my face away from him.

I heard him sigh, then add, "Thanks, anyway." My chest and cheeks grew warmer. I could feel my ears get hot, too.

"I'm over the nude photos," he said, "To be honest, they're not that scandalous. Besides, I think not knowing your picture is getting taken while naked is better than actually knowing and not being able to do a thing about it."

I gave him a puzzled look and quietly replied, "I guess..."

More silence. It didn't feel as tense or awkward this time, but I still would've preferred something else.

Eli gently pushed off from the car as he asked me, "Did you drink at the party?"

I looked at him. "No, I'm sober. Why do you ask?"

He suddenly stepped up close to me and casually took my half-empty can of soda out of my hands. He placed it on the roof of his car, then pressed me up against the side of it. My heart started pounding, and I panicked. I knew the conversation was too good to be fucking true!

Eli grabbed onto my face, forcing me to look up at him. With a hard-set look in his dark eyes, he ran a thumb over my bottom lip...

And kissed me.

His lips were soft and warm, and I was super confused. My face was the color of a god damned tomato, I'm sure. My hands clutched onto the hem of my jacket and I closed my eyes, letting Eli kiss me. Surprisingly, he was very gentle with me. His hands held onto me with care and his lips practically massaged mine. My head was spinning, practically drunk from all of the excitement I was feeling from such a simple, sweet kiss.

Eli pulled away and whispered into my ear, "I don't want the taste of alcohol on your lips." My body shuddered.

The dark haired, stalwart delinquent pressed me up against his car more, leaning my head back as he kissed me harder. My hands eventually placed themselves on his sides, clutching onto his jacket, pulling him closer. His warmth overpowered the chilly, late night air around us. My heart thumped fast and faster in my chest and I hoped Eli couldn't hear it. How many times have I thought about kissing him and holding him? How many times have I told myself not to long for him but I did anyway? How many times have I thought about what it would take to make a moment like this happen? So many times. Yet even after all of these times, when I interrupted our kiss, I stammered, "Wh-What are you doing?"

Eli stopped and stared down at me with an ardent look in his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Almost instantly, I shook my head and whimpered, "N-No...!"

There goes trying to stay cool.

He smirked and kissed me some more. I draped my arms over his shoulders and ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair. Eli moved his lips down to my neck and started kissing my skin, sucking on it, biting on it. My body grew hotter and I kept pulling Eli against me, despite that he was already so close.

The more we kissed, the more intense it got. Soon enough, he was biting at my lips and my grip on his hair got tighter. I enjoyed every second of the way he pushed against me, the way he moved his lips, the way he held me, and the way he growled with satisfaction. For a while, I thought that this was all just a wonderful dream, but whenever Eli bit at my skin, the sweet pain would remind me that this was very real. With all of this, I couldn't help but get 'excited'.

I tried really hard to not let Eli notice, like by pushing him away from me a little, but he found out anyway. He resisted me and pressed himself into my body, reaching down to massage my hard-on through my pants. My blush reached maximum capacity and I whined from the embarrassment. "D-Don't...Eli...mmmm..!"

He didn't stop. I didn't want him to.

I started taking off my jacket and Eli obliged himself to sneaking a hand under my pull-over sweater. His warm hands caressed my chest, tracing his touch over my skin. My hard-on kept throbbing, wanting his touch, needing it.

To my joy, Eli decided to unbutton my pants and reach down, cupping me with a strong hand. Oh god, he's so, so close to touching me...

Eli started sucking on my ear, running his tongue over it. I moaned and bit my lip to suppress the louder ones. I felt like I was up in the clouds, my mind whirling with excitement, and longing, and desperation. I want to want him. I'm tired of refusing my attraction. I need this.

He made me hold my shirt up and the cool air brushed against my pale skin. The next thing I knew, Eli slipped his hand down my boxers and started rubbing my cock. My chest was heaving up and down from the thrill of having him touch me like this. When I tried kissing him, he pulled his head back a little. The clever look in his dark brown eyes told me what he wanted and it made me desire him so much more. I reached a little farther, begging him, "P-Please, let me kiss you. L-Let me..." The corner of his mouth lifted and he pressed his lips against mine. The taste of his lips was something I wanted to savor for as long as I could.

Eager to touch him too, I tugged at his pants and worked at his belt. Eli didn't stop me, and kept stroking my stiff member as my fingers fumbled at his button and zipper. Once his pants were unzipped, I gave him a quick kiss on the neck before crouching down. When I looked back up at him, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he was nonetheless turned on. I bit my lip and snagged my fingers on the waistline of his boxers. He was already hard as well and needed to be touched. I was a little nervous since I don't exactly know how Eli likes his blowjobs, but I swore to myself that I would make him never forget me.

With a deep breath, I pulled his boxers down just enough to release his cock. I gasped quietly once I saw it and my body grew hotter. God, it's such a beautifully, big cock. I'm not religious, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel blessed somehow. Holy shit...!

I licked my lips and looked back up at Eli for some sort of confirmation. He was biting his bottom lip in anticipation and the sight had me swooning. Gently, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to stroke him. Judging by the soft sigh he released, I was already off to a good start. As much as I wanted him to touch me, I wanted to give something back. I wanted him to feel just how badly I've craved him. And, I'll go as far as to make sure he craves me.

After a few moments of stroking him and lubing his cock with my spit, I stuck my tongue out and licked his tip. A second later, I wrapped my lips around his head and started sucking. He groaned quietly and I saw his toned stomach heave a little out of the corner of my vision. In slow motions, I stroked his shaft as I sucked at his tip, massaging the head with my tongue. The more I pleasured him, the more my cock throbbed and my body heated up. With my free, left hand, I reached down and began touching myself. Sometimes, I would look up at Eli as I sucked him. I'd even tease him with tiny flicks of my tongue and quick kisses. He liked when I did that.

I picked up my pace and also went a little lower down his length. He filled up every corner of my mouth and I moaned from the exhilaration. My noises sent vibrations through his skin, making him groan with pleasure. I wanted to hear more.

It was a bit strange for me to try and coordinate using my mouth, and stroking him, while simultaneously stroking myself. It's been a long time since I've done this, so I'm rusty. Still, I was able to push his cock even further into my mouth until there was barely any need for the hand that stroked him on the spots my lips couldn't reach.

As I took breathers, I would pull away and give him a yearning look. Eli ran a hand through my hair, sending tingles through my scalp. When I started sucking him, he grabbed onto my hair, fingers tangled in my black locks. Becoming more comfortable, I bobbed my head back and forth faster and faster. My mewls came more frequently and Eli's groans were getting breathier. His hand gently pushed me further and further down his cock. This made me want to feel his strength, to feel the way he pushes his hips.

Without a word, I urged him to start moving his hips by pushing him into me with my other hand. It didn't take him long to catch on and he started thrusting sensually. Because he moved on his own, I could relish in the feeling of his force. Stroking myself became easier to do now, too. The combination of his smooth thrusting and my own hand movements sent sparks flying in my head. Nothing else seemed to matter. The nude photos didn't matter: the drama didn't matter, Wesley didn't matter, even Yani and Oscar didn't matter right now. Right now, the only things that even felt alive were me and Eli. In a way, the pleasure also didn't matter. I was just so happy to have Eli all to myself in this moment, and the fact that he enjoyed it, too, was even better.

Saliva was dripping down my chin at this point. My cock was starting to hurt from all of the pressure inside it. I felt so loose and dirty, but I loved it. Glancing up at Eli, I could see another wonderful facial expression I haven't seen before. His mouth was open as he panted and groaned. Nothing but absolute pleasure radiated from his very being and I loved that. He picked up his speed a little more and I didn't mind. No matter how fast he goes, all I want is to taste him, and pleasure him, and have him all to myself.

I wasn't sure how long my cock could last. I've been edging but I was coming close to just letting go. Eli was panting more and more by the second and I had a feeling he was close. His body began to tremble a few moments later and his breathing started to hitch. Feeling him shudder, I couldn't help but do the same. His cock was so far into my mouth, it nearly hit the back of my throat. My body was practically on fire and the cool night air could do nothing to stop it.

Finally, Eli managed to speak through his heavy breathing, "Fuck...I'm gonna cum..." I kept going. For him. All for him. The air was electrified, our bodies radiated heat, pressure built up inside of us, and our minds were clouded with so much pleasure. The tension built up higher, and higher, and higher. I moaned louder, and louder, and louder against his big, thrusting cock. It was too much for us to handle, but all I wanted was more. More, more, more. So much more.

Suddenly, the sensation of fluid filled my mouth as Eli moaned his climax. My whole body shuddered and went numb as I came, too. Eli filled up my mouth so much that I was forced to pull away. The rest of his hot cum landed on my lips, and cheeks and chin. With my mouth free, I moaned louder than ever. I still rode out my climax and cum flowed in between my own fingers. Adrenaline slowly seeped out of my body, but I was still satisfied with everything.

Eli and I breathed heavily together. I swallowed whatever he left in my mouth and licked around my lips for more. He stifled a chuckle and made me look up at him. "Don't take this the wrong way," he started, "but, you're a sexual freak.."

I smirked and replied, "I know."

•••

I managed to clean up my face using my jacket. (I'll throw it in the washer once I get home. Actually, I'll throw all of my clothes in.) I drank the rest of the soda that I left unfinished and threw the empty can in a nearby park trash can.

When I checked my phone, it was a few minutes past midnight. Sitting in the passenger seat of Eli's car, I set it beside my leg. After a long night of humiliation and sexual desire, he finally drove me home. Surprisingly, he remembered my address and had taken me into my neighborhood without asking. I told him where my house was, and when we got there, the lights to the living room were still on. I sighed and stared down at my zebra print shoes (I wonder if Eli noticed them).

"Thanks for the ride home," I told him.

"No problem," he replied quietly.

There was a moment of silence and suddenly things felt awkward. Blushing, I cleared my throat and murmured, "H-Have a good night, and...uh, drive home safe--."

Eli suddenly grabbed onto the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. Once again, he kissed me tenderly and I was quicker to get into it. I held a hand against his face and caressed his ear. Our lips moved together in impressive sync and I could feel my cheeks redden more. When we stopped, Eli let me lean my forehead against his, and we enjoyed a better pause of silence together.

"Goodnight, Calvin," he whispered to me in his husky voice, and my heart skipped a beat hearing him call my name like that.

Feeling giddy, I smiled and murmured, "Y-You, too--I mean, uh, good night."

He chuckled wryly and let go of me. I opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I shut the door and waved good-bye to him as I walked towards my house (I almost tripped over my own feet like a dumbass). When I got to my door, I didn't have time to grab my spare keys from my jacket since my mom immediately opened the door.

"Dangsin-eun eotteon sigan-e iin ji ael-go iits au?," (Do you have any idea what time it is?) she asked me straightforward. "Aan-e wa..!" (Come inside.)

Her and Appa had been watching movies together, waiting for me to get back home. They asked me how the party went and what Yani and I did, but with more concern than interest. Regardless, I answered their questions, and tried to leave out the "sensitive" details.

Because of my failure to come home sooner, my computer privileges at home were taken away for a week. I didn't mind that. It was better than what Yani will go through, that poor girl. She kinda deserves it, though. Because of her drinking, now I won't have a ride home from school.
She also left me alone, which led to the whole Wesley incident. And, since she couldn't drive, Eli had to take me home (actually, that part I could thank her for).

I went to my room, changed into some sleeping clothes, then threw the ones I wore for the party straight into my laundry basket. Feeling exhausted from tonight, I laid down in bed with the intention to go to sleep as soon as possible. As I laid in the darkness of my room, the events of what is now yesterday finally hit me. Everyone pretty much knows now that I took nudes of Eli. I was humiliated at Christian Sorhinsky's party. People will start talking. But that wasn't what I kept thinking about the most.

I thought about Eli; about his dark eyes, soft hair, and tender lips. I thought about the way he held me; kissed me, bit me, pleasured me. I thought about his groans; his whispering in my ear, his wry chuckles and sexy growls. I thought about his taste, and his smell when I leaned into his neck. I thought about everything.

And now I crave him more than I ever did before.

•••

It was at 2am that I suddenly woke up from sleep.

I forgot my phone in Eli's car.

Shit.