Just a bit twisted

“I just don’t get it,” Christian said a week later, sitting face to face at his table in the school cafeteria. "Why is he being such a jerk to you? I mean, he's always been a jerk, but he's been a jerk lately with you."

Sean held back a sigh.Of course Christian was right.For a whole week, Rutledge barely treated him like a human being.It's not like he didn't expect it at all.

"Seriously, did you kill his cat? Or—or did you put a bloody dead chicken on his front door or something?" Christian shook his head. "There's got to be an explanation. It's ridiculous. Everyone's starting to gossip."

The coffee Sean picked up stopped at his mouth. "gossip?"

"Don't take it to heart." Christian wrinkled his face bitterly, looking a little uneasy. "It's just some stupid rumors."

"What rumor, Chris?"

Christian took a sip of his coffee. "Some people think it's suspicious that Rutledge didn't fail your mid-term grade."

Sean didn't dare to vent his anger. "What?"

"Someone said you caught him on something and threatened him with a passing grade. I told you that was a no-brainer."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair. "That's right. It's quite a no-brainer."

"Actually, it's kind of weird, don't you think? I thought he was hooked on you. But he didn't, plus he's bullying you so inhumanly now. The whole thing is quite inexplicable." Christian gave him a tentative look. "Are you sure you didn't hide anything from me?"

Sean felt a sudden sense of guilt.He gulped down his coffee, then looked at his mug. "have it."

"Come on, hurry up," said Christian, keeping his eyes fixed on him.

Sean began to trace the shape of the cup with one finger along the rim. "I...remember that suggestion you made to me? About Rutledge?"

Christian laughed dryly. "You mean flirting with him?"

"Rutledge didn't give me a passing grade out of sympathy, Chris."

Christian frowned; then his jaw seemed to drop. "How come. You really did as I told you?"

Sean made a sad face. "It doesn't count." He looked down at the sandwich on his plate, and pulled at the part of the cheese that wasn't caught in the bread. "I didn't just flirt with him."

A loud bang made him look up.Christian dropped the fork in his hand and stared at him with wide eyes. "You're kidding."

"I hope so."

Christian glanced around, then moved the chair closer to him. "So what did he ask you to do?"

"What do you think it's going to be? It's not handjob anyway."

"My mother. Did you give him a mouth?"

Sean nodded briefly.

Christian let out a laugh. "Wow, I never thought you'd actually flirt with him, let alone... so, how does it feel? I mean, are you sick?" He took a sip of his coffee.

Sean was tempted to say yes.In this way, there will be no extra problems.But he couldn't bring himself to lie.

"No," Sean said. "It's ok. Not even the first time."

Christian choked on his coffee and started coughing.

"The first time?" He said after his cough finally subsided. "You mean you did it more than once? Did he force you to do it for credits?"

Sean wondered in his mind: Would it sound better to sell yourself for credits than for money.He is really hard to say.

"Listen..." Sean wiped his eyes with his hands. "I really don't want to talk about it. Yes, it's been like this for a few weeks, but the point right now is that it's over. I'm breaking the deal."

"But did you, you know... did you ever fuck him?"

"Yes," Sean said, trying to sound casual. "I fucked him. Well, he fucked me."

Christian grinned, his brown eyebrows twitching playfully. "How is he? Is there anything to redeem?"

Sean smirked and shook his head. "Okay, do we have to talk about this?"

"Of course we gotta talk about it! You fucked Rutledge! Rutledge!"

"Hush," Sean hissed and glanced around. "I don't want to talk about it. There's nothing to talk about - sleeping with him isn't a bad thing, but for sure, I'd love to see it all work out."

He could feel Christian's gaze falling on him, with an unusual seriousness and conjecture.

Under his scrutiny, Sean was restless. "What's wrong?"

"Since it's all over, why is he still losing his temper with you?" Christian said while tapping his fingers on the table.

It's not that Sean doesn't know why, but that's not an answer he's willing to think about. "have no idea."

Christian gave him a skeptical look, but didn't press the question any further and looked down at his glass.He said nothing, and there was something dreamy and preoccupied on his face.

Sean looked at his friend.Thinking about it carefully, Christian was a little absent-minded throughout the day. "What happened?"

Christian looked up. "It's really nothing. It's just...do you know Mira?"

"Mira?"

"The girl in Rutledge's class? The one with super straight, curvy, black hair?"

Sean shrugged. "There were too many people in that class. I can't say I remember her. So what happened to her?"

"She invited me to have a 3P."

Sean raised his eyebrows. "So what's the problem? It's not like you haven't played threesomes before." In fact, there is really nothing that Christian hasn't played.Countless benefits came to his good friend, which is simply staggering.This guy has never had an affair.If Christian wasn't like this, he would be hated to death by other men.

"The problem was her boyfriend," Christian said.

"What's the matter with him? You know him?"

Christian hesitated. "Not really. But I see him every now and then. He always picks her up after school."

Sean sneered, and finally realized who his friend was talking about. "Just that straight man you've been crazy about for a long time?"

"Come on, I didn't fool him," Christian said with a crooked smile. "I don't even know his name."

Sean gave him a "who's kidding" look. "That's right, you really didn't fool him. You just stared at him and drooled every time you saw him."

"I don't have any."

"You have."

Christian laughed. "Okay. Forget it. It's just a mild idiot. But come on, who doesn't like him? Every time he comes, all the girls in the school stare at him and drool. Okay. That guy is so handsome that he is not human. "

"So what's wrong with that?" Sean said. "Shouldn't you be happy to have sex with him?"

Christian looked at him like an idiot. "He's straight. This time the threesome is not that kind of threesome. We just fucked his girlfriend; that's all. Maybe I'm wrong, but I always feel that the threesome is only Mira Human thoughts - she's always flirting with me, and I don't think he even knows I'm there. I don't think the guy is very keen on her asking me to do this with them. I don't know... ...I have a feeling he's kind of possessive."

"Slight moron, yes," Sean teased him. "Very light very light."

Christian's ears were red. "Oh, shut up. That's the problem anyway: I'm not sure if this threesome is a good idea. The guy probably hates me for touching his girlfriend."

"Then tell her not to participate."

"I already told her that I'm going to participate." Christian gave him a nervous look. "You can see his naked body, how can you refuse this opportunity."

Sean shook his head. "You're doomed, old man."

Christian grinned. "Anyway, I didn't sleep with the asshole professor. Well, tell me his dick is small! It's my best of the day!"

Sean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "His dick is big. And I'm not sleeping with him anymore. I'm done with him."

He raised his glass to his lips, out of Christian's sight.He thought back to the way Rutledge had looked at him in class earlier: so angry and so hot that he got an instant erection.He recalled half the time in class where he fantasized about plopping on his knees in front of Rutledge and sucking his cock, right there, in front of the class.He thought back to his other fantasies: how he'd wanted to climb up Rutledge's lap, seal his mouth with a kiss, and let Rutledge shove his penis inside of him—

"Are you okay?" Christian said. "You're blushing."

Sean forced a smile. "Yes. I'm fine."

Very good.