A Reason to Stay Pt. 01

Once we explode through the office door, I kick it shut with my foot as Aed scans the room for somewhere to hide. I want to feel a bud of pride over our seamless teamwork, but the sounds of rowdy students grow ever nearer. I'm craning my neck back to try and help when he beelines for one of the large storage closets, ducks in, and shuts the doors behind us.

Now that I'm finally able to let go of my human steed, I find that I do so a bit grudgingly. My bare feet touch the ground as gingerly as possible, but we're packed like sardines in this storage locker, sharing limited real estate with spare uniforms and training weapons and there's nowhere else to go. His chin accidentally grazes against my neck, the stubble tickling my skin. I shy away on reflex, denying out of sheer, dumb pride how deathly attractive I find him.

"What do we do now?" I whisper, doing my best not to step on a stray faceguard. The impulse to argue being thrown in here is strong, but I think better of it. Both of our reputations are on the line, and by extension Sebastion's as well. Being seen like this, even just in the context of scandal, would taint all three of us forever.

I'm more or less used to being the social scum beneath everyone's boots, but I scowl nonetheless at the thought.

Fortunately--or unfortunately--I don't get to dwell on this for long. I'm all too aware of the heat palpitating between us. The air feels limited, making it harder to breathe. Trying to find a more comfortable position, I start squirming as quietly as I can, only for Aed to hold me still by placing both of his hands on my hips. It works, mostly because his touch sends electricity straight up my spine.

He shakes his head. I feel him do it more than I can see, courtesy of him being half a head taller and crushed up against me. Dark, wayward curls obscure my vision. His breath stirs my hair as he murmurs, "I'd stop doing that if I were you."

I'm about to ask why when people burst through the doors to the training hall. Voices flood into the space, and it isn't long before the office door flies open, too. I clam up right away, though I'm still able to physically sense the answer to my own question.

Through the tight fabric of our sparring uniforms, I can feel his raging hard on pushing against me. It makes my cheeks burn red hot, but also gives me plenty reason to comply. We're fighting just to breathe quietly. It would be humiliating beyond measure, for both of us, if we were found like this. I suppress my panic and try not to gulp for air like a fish out of water.

"Hey, wasn't Aed scheduled before us?" we hear someone ask. A Mentor, presumably.

There's a moment of thoughtful silence. I'm sweating again.

"Maybe he canceled?" a second Mentor offers. "Think he only had that class reserved for one. Could be his student flaked."

At this, I glance up in surprise, only to be met with a view of more dark locks and jawline. He told me everyone else had been rescheduled...which means he had intended for us to be alone. Were it anyone other than Aed, I would be concerned rather than surprised. But he is ridiculously popular and notoriously in demand; the thought of him wanting to be alone with me makes my belly do a nervous flip flop. The fact that he also smells amazing, even after all that sparring, does not help one bit.

"Well, you know Aed," the first Mentor shrugs. "He does what he wants around here and no one can touch him. Perks of being the Council's favorite."

Oh, if they only knew how much touching was happening right this second.

The second Mentor snorts. "Yeah. Anyway, I told the newbies to start with their basic drills." There are footsteps, and for a moment my heart lurches, convinced they are headed our way. But they aren't, and instead they stop near the office door, followed by the definitive click of an electronic lock. "That should give us enough time to ourselves."

I barely hold back a strangled choke. "What the f--"

Aed immediately shushes me by pressing his shoulder against my mouth. I don't even have to see his face to know his expression is one of supreme annoyance.

It seems his caution is in vain, however, because the two Mentors outside have started moaning. It sounds like they're kissing each other passionately, completely oblivious to the turmoil they are causing in our hidey hole.

I turn my head to break free from Aed's suffocating, finely sculpted collarbone and discover that I can see through a slit in the locker door. It gives me a solid angle on whatever scandal is unfolding between the Mentors. Everything above their chests is cut off from my vision, but I can otherwise make out what they are doing with crystal clarity.

"Holy crap," I blurt again.

Aed is most likely physically restraining himself from throttling me. "Stop talking," he whisper-orders through clenched teeth, breath warm against my ear.

I glare up at his annoyingly high cheek bones. It's not like this whole thing isn't largely, almost exclusively his fault. "How do I stop talking," I seethe back, "when everything I know is a lie and two Mentors are out there right now stroking each other's dicks?" Which they are, because it's pretty much all I can see.

Aed swears under his breath. But, instead of murdering me right then and there, he does the unexpected. He grows harder. I can feel it, the rush of blood as his pulsating heat twinges against my thigh.

Good god, is this turning him on?

By then, the two outside are lost in pleasuring each other. They've wasted no time in getting down and dirty. One is sucking the other off, cheeks hollowing out each time they surface. Their head is too low for me to catch any facial features, but I can tell they're blond.

Unable to help myself, I decide to do something unwise. I purr, amazed, into Aed's ear, "You like this, don't you?"

It feels good to have one up on him, for once. Even if it only lasts a few seconds.

He makes a low, tortured noise and tries to cover my mouth with his hand, but he fumbles and splays his fingers partially over my neck. I shudder at how close he comes to choking me. I'd be lying if I said he was the only one turned on by this fucked up situation.

Aed inhales just a smidge sharper. Shit, he caught that.

Next thing I know, his warm, calloused hand is wrapping around my throat, squeezing with firm conviction. My breath hitches and I am powerless as heat blossoms between my thighs. He brings his lips down to graze my ear. I nearly go limp from the sensation alone, but I hold, stubbornly denying him the satisfaction.

"Seems like you do, too," he whispers back. His warm breath and low baritone make me shiver. I hate that he knows exactly what he's doing. Though, I am beginning to develop a sneaking suspicion as to how.

The first mentor outside is panting rapidly now, throwing his head back enough for me to see his face, to watch him mouth the words, "I--I, oh gods, yes, I'm gonna fucking come!"

As if he can sense I'm about to make more noise, Aed's hand shoots up to cover my mouth. Only this time, I'm so lost in how wildly hot it is to hear someone else come that I catch one of his fingers between my lips and suck. My hands are tugging at the ends of his uniform, pulling him harder against me so I can rub myself mindlessly against his iron hard cock.

This apparently unleashes something in Aed. He groans into my ear, low and feral, thrusting back, pressing me against the locker wall. On the other side, his colleague explodes. I barely register the slurping and sighing sounds; I'm too busy relishing the delicious noise Aed just made. It was primal, gritty, and utterly masculine all at once. I've never heard him sound so raw, so...indecent.

I want more.

Apparently Aed does, too, because he's kissing me again, only this time his fingers have left my mouth and gone straight to the hem of my sparring shorts. I don't even have time to gasp before he's inside of my panties, feeling how hopelessly wet I am.

"Fuck," he breathes. The grit in his voice makes me shiver. Then he slips a finger inside of me, insistent and firm as he penetrates my hot, dripping slit, and it's all I can do not to cry out.

Meanwhile, the two Mentors outside are doing plenty of crying out of their own, though it's muffled through knuckles in mouths and biting of lips. As loud as the drills are outside, it would only take one nosy student to land all four of us in hot water.

As they're fucking in earnest beyond the locker doors, Aed is pumping his finger in and out of me while he nuzzles my neck. Every now and then, he swirls it in exploration, mixing around my juices and pulling out to rub in sensual circles. It takes every ounce of control I possess not to moan. It feels like I'm breathing underwater. I'm holding onto him for dear life, wishing for all the world that his fingers were something else.

Inspired by this thought, I snake one of my hands lower, patting around before I quickly find what I'm looking for. And when I do, I bite my lip to keep from gasping. Fucking hell he is thick. His sheer girth turns me on so much that I greedily cup the solid shape of him and squeeze. Aed buries his finger deep in me and pauses. For a moment, we're both lost in the newness of feeling each other this intimately for the first time. His breathing staggers on top of mine, one hand splayed next to my face against the locker wall while the other is snugly inside of me. I'm in awe of how stiff he feels, straining against his own clothes. It must be driving him mad.

So, naturally, I decide to make it worse.

I start stroking him up and down. Slowly, excruciatingly. He thrusts now and then in an attempt to match my rhythm, smooshing his hand against my panties, but I don't let him. I change pace whenever he does, not unlike the way he's vexed me all these years. Sucking gently at his neck while I torment him, I smile a savage little smile. I'm enjoying this way too much.

Not to be outdone, he finds the perfect retaliation by adding a finger, stretching me wider. My head snaps up. Oh, god. I tighten around him in pleasure, panting erratically. Then he starts pumping with both fingers and I bite down on his shoulder to stifle my cry, which only makes him harder. He grunts, I moan, and the two of us become increasingly desperate for release. Still, whatever noise we're making is nothing compared to the intense clapping and slapping outside. A quick glance through the locker slit rewards me with the sight of hands digging into bare cheeks as hips thrust and flesh ripples. I suddenly go from hungry to ravenous.

I stop stroking long enough to push Aed's shorts down with both thumbs. His thick, throbbing cock springs free, hitting the bare skin of my stomach.

Aed's relief is almost audible. He buries his face in my hair as I wrap my fingers around him, continuing to tease him. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how I manage it. His fingers are too clever by half and I can feel the pressure building, but in moments I have him as breathless as I am. My fingers trace his shaft, swirling around the engorged head. I love how hot his skin feels against mine. I exert just enough force to make him jerk in frustration, struggling to gain more friction in my grasp.

As the passionate fucking picks up outside, so does our teasing. Aed gets his revenge by curling his fingers, which causes me to buck so hard I nearly slam my head back against the locker wall. Luckily, he catches me in time with his free hand, holding me by the nape so he can devour my mouth with his.

We're smashing ourselves against one another feverishly now, our tongues as entangled as our fingers, parts, and fluids. I have his arousal smeared all over my hand as I pump him with reckless abandon. Aed, meanwhile, is absolutely drenched in my juices as he finger fucks me into oblivion, lips crushing mine, skin sticking to skin.

All too soon, his resolve starts to waver. I feel him twitching, his breaths growing more shallow. I've been keeping my own orgasm at bay as well, but when he finally explodes in my hand, every ounce of control I have left evaporates.

I feel it run down my arm.

I feel it run down my leg.

He's shooting load after load, his cum hot and sticky and rope-thick. It completely sends me over the edge. My mind goes blank as ecstasy hits me like a tidal wave. I'm clamping down on his hand, hard, my nails digging into his back. We moan into one another, no longer caring if anyone can hear.

And of course, they don't. Because the pair outside is experiencing a climax of their own, crying out just as the drills reach their end. A distant part of me wonders just how many times they've done this for the timing to be so perfect.

Aed and I are leaning against each other, exhausted, sticky, a complete, mutual mess. My legs are shaking from the force of my pleasure. We hear the other couple kiss and coo at one another before rearranging themselves to look presentable. And just like that, they're gone, exiting the office together to shepherd their students onward, leaving us alone once more. Neither of us dares to move until the training hall is dead silent.

I'm in such a daze that it takes me several minutes to unfurl myself from him. My fingers, gooey and musky, fumble to unlock the door. I peek out, depleted but not entirely devoid of sense.

"I think the coast is clear," I blearly report.

To my surprise, Aed is pulling me back into the locker. He looks me dead in the eye, his dark hair mussed and uniform in disarray, and simply states, "You can't leave me like this."

By this, I assume he means covered in sweat and stickiness and cum, his cock only half limp and shorts pulled just past his perfectly toned cheeks. I have to say, it's a vast improvement to his usual, insufferable self, and I'd take this version of him any day of the week.

Seeing the deviant smile growing on my face, his frustration deepens. He's sliding his hands up my waist now, traveling dangerously close to the stretchy hem of my sparring top. I'd call it a sports bra, but the last time I tried that, all the other students and Mentors looked at me like I had three heads.

He dips his head closer, lids heavy and lowered as his lambent eyes beseech mine. "Please," he murmurs.

Something in me stirs immediately to his pleading. I never thought in a million years Aed would beg me for anything, not even to eat shit and get wrecked.

Well, maybe that second part, as it's taking on a whole new meaning today.

"Please, stay," he repeats as he takes my hand in his, guiding me back to his glorious girth. "Let's keep going."

God, I really do love how he feels. Just the right length, thick as a branch, head crested to a point of constant precum the moment I start stroking. He responds so sublimely to me. In seconds, he's fully erect again, and I want him to fill my aching pussy so bad I whimper. Truly, he never needed to ask so sweetly, though it doesn't hurt that he tries.

I'm not sure what possesses me, but I find myself leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss, just a light brush of our mouths.

"Okay," I acquiesce with a playful squeeze. He shudders in response, moving presumably to tear off my uniform.

I place a finger on his chest and push. It's nowhere near strong enough to actually stop him, but it's enough pressure to make him hesitate. I finish with, "But not here."

He looks so flummoxed that I almost laugh. Aed can be adorable when he's not busy playing the role of incorrigible dickhead. "Where, then?" he breathes.

I gaze at him, as serious as serious can be. I've let go of him, but he's still pressing into my stomach needily. "My place. Later, tonight. Same way you came up last time." Maybe the hopeless romantic in me isn't dead after all, because the thought of fucking Aed for the first time in a smelly little locker is downright offensive.

Now he looks truly peeved. Not just because of being made to wait, but moreso because the last time he tried to climb up to my window, he scared me so bad I nearly pissed myself. As a result, I had swung an entire lamp at his face. He ducked in time, thankfully, but not without losing his footing and falling fifteen feet into Madam Lorosa's precious moonflowers. He hasn't been able to live it down since, both for earning a mild reputation as a peeping tom and for having to spend an entire summer replanting rows and rows of shrubs.

"I was drunk, by the way," he reminds me, giving me a pointed look. "And I was trying to apologize. For all the good it did me."

My mind perks up at this admission. I didn't know Mentors were allowed to drink alcohol. All this time, I thought he was just trying to pull some cruel prank on me.

Aed, of course, is oblivious. After a moment, he nods reluctantly and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. I hope sadistically it's the same hand that was just inside my dripping wet pussy not five minutes ago.

"Fine. We'll do it your way. But you owe me."

It's my turn to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "And why the hell would that be the case?"

He's shoving his bits back into his shorts, which makes me rather sad. But my frown quickly turns upside down when he kisses me unexpectedly again, his mouth rough yet tender against mine, and despite how tired we both are I can feel the heat quickly rekindling.

"Because," Aed replies as he pulls away, stabbing a finger at my nose, "you drive me absolutely fucking crazy."

And then he abandons me there in the locker, sticky and confused and agitated. He could have said that so much more romantically, but instead left the distinct impression that I'm a cockroach who just won't die. Well, two can play at this game. I give him a decent head start before I follow suit to avoid any suspicion. I'm magnanimous and mindful that way, I tell myself. It's definitely not because I'm still reeling from floating on cloud nine, only to be dropped all the way back down into hell. That, and I'm covered in his cum.

"We'll see about who owes who," I mutter under my breath as I skulk off to the showers, determined to wash him off of me so I can concentrate on the rest of my duties.

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Unfortunately, I can't concentrate for shit. Sebastien is going on some tangent about Outsider culture and how wonderfully varied it can be. I refrain from interjecting that, actually, diversity back in my dimension seemed to do nothing but cause strife. It's a moot point, anyway. Sebs only likes talking about the positive things from my world.

Instead, my memories decide to return over and over again to the eon I spent with Aed, smooshed inside of that locker. I swear I can still smell him on me. It's probably from the traces of cum still trapped in my hair, though how they got there is anyone's guess.

"Hello, Earth to Jez?"

I blink, the holo-pen falling from my limp fingers and clattering onto the desk. It's unsettling how much better Sebastien has gotten at using Outsider colloquialisms. Maybe he's been taking lessons from Aed.

"Yes, I absolutely concur, Professor Lyon," I verbally vomit, slapping a hand down to stop the pen from bouncing around. It's a bad habit of mine, made worse by thoughts of Aed's anything and everything. "Variety is the spice of life. Should we all be blessed with multitudes of it. Amen."

Sebastien sighs and dismisses me, knowing he's lost me for the day.

Dinner is a hurried affair, and I spend most of it in my room. Partly because I need to get as much of Sebastien's ridiculous amount of paperwork out of the way as possible, but mostly because every cell of my being is on edge. I find myself jumping at random sounds outside of my window, convinced it could be Aed. The hyperawareness is making me feel like I'm going crazy. Which he probably anticipated, and is therefore taking his sweet, sweet time. Bastard.