"Jesse! No! Stop!" Rayne screamed as I chased him down the hall.

               "Come here and let me love you!" I screamed back at him.

               Good grace, the boy is as fast as a cheetah. He better work those legs.

               "Leave me alone!"

                I told him I was going to get revenge, and this is me keeping my word.

               Chasing him down the hall wasn't my plan, I have to catch him and drag him into my room first. Looks like it's going to be a little hard. We're both very different in terms of strength. He has a slim figure, long legs which were made for running and he's tall. I have the muscular body - not the really buff kind, just enough to be bigger than him. And I lift things, so my legs become useless.

               "Curse white boys!" I groaned as my legs began to burn. Feel the burn, Jesse!

               I ended up collapsing on the floor. Oh baby. I need to go running sometime, what if it was a zombie that I was running away from? I need to be able to run and escape from the flesh eating monsters.

              "Do you give up?" He asked from the end of the hall.

              "Sure, what ever," I breathed heavily and relaxed. The floor isn't that bad, it's kind of comfortable.

              I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer, and when he was right next to me, I grabbed his leg and didn't let go. Ha! Caught him. I didn't really pretend that I was dying from exhaustion, I really was tired like heck.

               "Let go of me," He gritted through his teeth.

               I got up without releasing him. When I did, I pulled him right over my shoulders and walked away like nothing ever happened. I ignored his weak punches. Like I said earlier, he got lucky.

               We got a few weird looks but did I care? Hell no. I'll shove their eyes down their throats if they have a problem with Rayne and I. They know better than to mess with me. I give no one mercy. I mean poor Rayne, I almost punched him that first night we met.

               I'm such a jerk. But I won't ever be a jerk to him again. Others yes but him no.

               I kicked my door open and saw Phil on his bed just surfing the Internet. I nodded at him as I closed the door and locked it.

               "Sup," He said.

               "Nothing much, you?"

               "Stalking people on Facebook."

               "Sounds fun."

               "Bastards," Rayne cursed at us.

                I dropped him on my bed and pushed him back down when he tried to get up. I gave him the warning look. He better not move. I'll be forced to tie him up to my bed. I glared at him before I quickly dashed inside the closet and took out my secret box.

               The box is full of mysteries, it's my box with secret things inside of it - thus being named the secret box. I gently opened it and stared at the magical instruments inside and took out the handcuffs.

               "Phil, can you hold Rayne still?" I asked him.

               Phil jumped from his bed to mine and pinned poor Rayne down. I grabbed his wrist and locked a handcuff on it, then I locked the other end to my bed.

               "What the hell, Jesse! What are you doing? Unlock me!" He hissed.

               I took out the other pair of handcuffs from the box and did the same thing to his other wrist. Then I hid the secret box under my bed.

               "Thanks, Phil."

                "Sure," He jumped back to his own bed as I tossed a couple of covers on Rayne.

               "Jesse!" He cried loudly.

               I chuckled, it kind of sounded like an evil laugh instead, but it wasn't my intention! He's just so adorable when he's all mad. I just can't help it, my evil side comes out.

               I covered him under the many covers and then I crawled underneath. The warmth coming from both of our bodies made the air even hotter. That's a good feeling because all the dorm rooms feel like Alaska.

               He was glaring down on me, eyes showed nothing but anger and confusion. I kept crawling over him until my lips hovered over his stomach, then I pushed up his shirt and slowly kissed his belly button. This wasn't the best revenge but it's mostly for my own personal gain.

               I passed my tongue up his happy trail until his shirt wouldn't let me lick any further. His eyes were now just a blank stare, it only made me angry that I wasn't turning him on. I'm freaking licking his stomach, he better be turned on.

               "Why aren't you enjoying this?" I whispered at him.

               "Because you're doing it against my will? Or because you have me handcuffed?"

               He's only pretending not to like it, which will only make me go further than licking his stomach. I want him to explode with burning pleasure, not literally though. I just want to watch him squirm underneath me.

               I want him to beg me for more.

               I slid my hand underneath his shirt and gently passed it over his smooth chest. I grinned when my hand felt a hard bead. Someone is getting excited. Now I'm super curious, I want to feel it in my mouth. Would he mind? I don't want to push him - oh wait, I forgot that I have him handcuffed. 

              Eh, I'm sure I'll live after I release him. The path to his hard bead was a rough one, I should have stripped him off his shirt first. I really don't think when I do these things, but you aren't supposed to. You're supposed to let them happen naturally.

               Yes, handcuffing him is natural. We all do it once in our lives.

               Did I care that Phil was on the other side of the room? No. I've done worse while he was still in the room. We're best friends, we're comfortable with it already. Though, this is a guy this time, it's not a girl.  But it doesn't matter, human is still human.

               Or as I like to say, race car is still race car backwards.

               I captured his hard bead in my mouth and passed my tongue over it. He immediately tilted his head back and let out a soft moan that made my skin feel fuzzy. I flicked my tongue harder against his nipple and smiled when he whimpered in return. I'm enjoying the way he starts to squirm around, probably trying to unlock the handcuff.

               I'm tempted to kiss him, but I'm afraid that he's going to bite me or something. But I end up hovering over his face anyway, because I can't resist him. I just can't, and it's driving me nuts.

               I licked his lips a few times, waiting for him to strike, but he didn't. So I quickly pressed my lips against his and moaned when he shifted his hips into me, rubbing me in all the wrong places.

               My tongue swirled inside his mouth, slowly dancing with his as I reached up to unlock both of his handcuffs. I don't feel like doing this is right, I only meant to tease him for a minute and then release him but this is going somewhere and it's making me extremely impatient.

               His right hand broke free and quickly found itself rubbing my sides. At least he didn't attack me or punch me, which meant I was forgiven. Besides, were even now, even though he caused mepain and I caused him pleasure.

               Our lips battled with each other for dominance, but I ended up winning, like it was meant to be. I will always be the dominant one between us. It's just the way I am.

               I squeezed his free hand and gently pulled it to my chest - where my heart rested.

               Our kiss became more passionate, stronger and a tad bit sloppy. We couldn't control it, we just wanted to eat each other's mouths. I laughed at my own stupid thoughts and bit his lower lip.

               I brought up his hand again and nibbled on his index finger. Then I pushed it in deeper in my mouth until I was fully sucking on it like a lollipop. His taste was divine, so yummy. Is this how it will feel like to give a ... a ... I can't even think it. The job that requires you to blow.

               It's hard to imagine myself doing that to anyone since I've never done it, I've never experimented with guys before. Rayne will be my first time for everything - only when it comes to male on male action.

               I'm not gonna lie, his bulge was rubbing up on my leg and I was feeling uncomfortable with it. Did it help that I could barely see him in the covers? That felt wrong. I wanted to see him. I stopped sucking on his finger for a second so I could peek outside. Phil was gone.

               I grinned. I knew he would have left eventually, the awkwardness floating in the room was visible even to a blind man. I quickly pulled off the covers from our faces and kissed him hard again. This time I want to see his tongue rubbing against mine.

               Even though I can't actually see it.

               My lips traveled to his neck where I sucked his collar bone until another soft moan escaped his mouth. I eyed his shoulders, then I removed his shirt that was in the way and I brought my lips back to his heavenly skin.

               His hand crawled to my hips, it made my skin shudder, then slowly he slid them down to my crotch and began to rub me. I stopped kissing him for a second as I processed the feeling of his hand on my crotch. It felt...good...even if he wasn't actually making contact with my skin.

               My instincts were telling me to push him away, to remove his hand because it wasn't right. But fuck it, I'm fighting the instincts because I want it and I don't care.

               "Fuck," I moaned into him when I felt myself get extremely hard. At least now I know that I can really get excited from him. This isn't wrong, this isn't wrong, this isn't wrong.

               Touch him back, Jesse! Do something!

              Fuck.

               I don't want to touch his thing. I can't ... I'm not ready.

               "Tell me if you want me to stop," He whispered into my chest.

               Stop what? ... That's when his hand fully entered my shorts. Oh lord! My jaw dropped from the pleasure, I couldn't even get my eyes to focus right. The way his hands gripped my area, it was ... oh shit. I can't describe it. It's still skin but I knew that it felt so much more different than a girl.

               My mind was becoming cluttered with confused thoughts. Did I like this? Did I want this? The answer to both was yes but I was still in denial. I was physically ready, but emotionally I was still trying. I don't want to hurt Rayne.

               But dammit! It's good, more than good. 

               I breathed heavily as his hand jerked me harder, his grip becoming tighter with each stroke.

               The warm sensation building in my crotch was becoming intense. I still can't believe I haven't told him to stop. I like it! My brain keeps telling me it's wrong but my heart tells me it's right. I'm going with my freaking heart. The heart knows it all.

               He rotated his palm so that his hand was more comfortable, at least that's what I guessed why he did it. But holy crap! More pleasure! I chewed on my lip a little then peek up at him. He was looking at me, he was looking at me the entire time! That just makes me more embarrassed.

               Or shy for the first time ever.

               I noticed that he was blushing rigorously, it looked so cute on him.

              I jolted my hips against him as I felt it coming. I quickly kissed him, sucking on his lips and tasting the sweetness of his saliva. I stopped rocking when the feeling came and I moaned deeply into his mouth. I half arched my back as the feeling blasted through my body, making all the hairs on my body shoot up. I looked at him when it happened and for some reason, a new feeling arrived.

               Something powerful, something strange and dazzling.

               As if my thoughts weren't already messed up.

               I dropped my back and relaxed my muscles when I stopped shooting into his hand. God, it felt so freaking good. How much did I last? Two minutes? That's embarrassing, it was hard holding it! I couldn't! His hand was magical.

               "I'm sorry," I said in a deep, lazy voice. I felt drained, literally.

               He pulled his hand away, which had my own substance on it. It only made me heat up with embarrassment.

               "For what?" He asked, placing his head on my shoulder. He grabbed his shirt behind him and wiped his hand.

               "I didn't mean to make you do this, I was just caught up in the stupid moment."

               "It's fine, Jesse. I did it because I wanted to. It isn't usually what people have in mind when they speak of revenge though."

               I chuckled. "I know. But I wouldn't harm you in anyway."

               "I know," He brought up his cleaned hand and rested it on my heart.

               "I want to do it in return but I'm scared, I'm not ready to touch anyone's but my own - for now."

               He closed his eyes. "I wasn't going to let you touch me anyway."

               "Jerk," I muttered.

               "Asshole."

               "Idiot."

               "I'm gonna let everyone know you didn't even last three minutes."

               My jaw dropped. "You wouldn't..."

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