Eli's Pov
Everything was a sweet blur. From the moment he dragged me across the banquet hall, around the winding halls and then finally into the bathroom.
I faintly heard the sound of the lock click in place, my heart picking up pace in my chest. He pinned me by the door, grabbing my face a little too harshly.
"Trevon…", I said, trailing off slightly because of the pain.
He looked at me with a cold stare
"What's the matter?. You're not calling me Tray anymore?. Is that a part of your act? To drive me crazy by pretending to be straight?"
I frowned, genuinely confused. He was not making any sense.
When I tried to speak, he pulled my head roughly to the side, biting his lower lip like he was at the very end of his patience.
Except, if anyone deserved to be frustrated, it should be me.
I stared up at him, silently pleading with my eyes to let me go but he looked down at me like a predator finally catching his prey.
There was no mercy in those eyes.
"It hurts", I said softly, closing my eyes against the tears that threatened to spill. And just like that, he immediately let go, as if he'd been burned by a hot object.
I took a deep breath, calming myself a little. And when I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me. This time, a more softer and tender look, something I had never seen before.
It made me want to gather up my courage and ask all the questions about us. What high school was like, why he wasn't a part of my life anymore if we were best friends like he claimed. Why he kept insisting that I was lying about my sexuality.
"What did you mean by us being best friends?", I asked softly.
He smiled down at me, making me question why I bothered to ask
"Oh we were more than best friends…we were best friends who loved to fuck"
The confusion came back with a staggering force.
"I'm not gay!, hell I'm not even bi. Either you know a different Eli or my whole life is a lie!", I said with a harsh voice. It was clear that I was frustrated with him.
He huffed arrogantly
"Just admit it already!, I could count the number me of times you moaned my name in the locker rooms!"
I looked up at him with disgust and disbelief. However in that moment, I couldn't help but remember NotRomeo and his vivid descriptions of his high school locker room escapades. It fascinated me and the fact that I was currently in a bathroom stall with a hot crazy man made me tempted to live that high school fantasy he'd painted. I looked around briefly, wondering this was even hygienic or appropriate that I was thinking of kissing a man in a bathroom.
Trevon looked at me, almost as if he could read my mind.
"I can show you, Eli"
And then before I could say another word, his lips found mine, softly kissing, almost as if he was scared I was t real or that if he kissed hard he'd discover that I was an illusion. His lips felt familiar, like being home home after a long trip overseas. I couldn't explain it.
I deepened the kiss, pulling more of him in, needing confirmation that Trevon wasn't just lying about our past.
He kissed me harder, tugging till I felt my lips crack. The pain missed with pleasure as he grabbed me by the waist, pinning me by the door. My legs wrapped around his waist of their own volition and I felt his press our manhoods together.
There was a jolt of excitement when I felt him hard against me.
How was this man making me feel all these new sensations?, I questioned my self . Probably because you don't remember the last time you had sex, you're close to becoming a Bodhisattva. Or at least a monk or abstaining shaman, my brain responded sarcastically in a savage tone.
His hands were everywhere, touching, kneading and marking as he desperately kissed me. And then I felt his hands on my butt, squeezing till I pulled away. We were both heaving as he stared at me, and I gulped before pushing him a way slightly.
"Eli, please…", he begged softly.
"I'm sorry Tray, this isn't enough to prove that there was anything between us"
He scoffed
"The way you responded to me, kissed me back, you're hard for me Eli.Thats not what straight men do with other straight men"
I took a deep breath
"Trevon, I allowed you to kiss me only because I was curious"
He rolled his eyes in annoyance and then forcefully yanked the collar of my shirt down to reveal my collarbone tattoo.
How did he know about the tattoo?,
"Do you know what this tattoo and the inscription mean?", he asked in a calm, menacing voice.
I looked up at him weirdly
"Rebirth. Just like when snakes shed their skin, you can always start life anew", I said confidently while watching him smile arrogantly.
"What about the inscription. RTL"
"Right To Love"
He nodded briefly, smile still in place.
"You're right", he said. It was my turn to smile.
"That's what I told you when I personally inked you. Do you know what else it means?", he asked in a sultry voice that reminded me of butter on a hot slice of bread.
"Romeo. Trevon. Lockheart". He left me speechless and doubtful. There was no way that was what RTL meant.
"And that the snake tattoo is a visual representation of how we are not straight and will never be. It's coiled around your collarbone like bracelet. It also means that you're my biggest temptation like the snake from the garden of Eden was to Eve"
I couldn't take it all in. My head was spinning.
And then before I had a chance to process everything, he bent down and kissed the snake tattoo, lingering on the letters inscribed on my skin. It was almost like he was worshipping it.
RTL.
And then he did the most unhinged thing I have ever seen.
He bent down and bit hard into the skin at the nape of my neck.
The sound that left my lips at the pain was jagged and broken
This is definitely going to leave a mark, I thought.
And then he stepped back and opened the door.
"Go back to your 'perfect' girlfriend and boring sexless life, Elisha. Just remember that I've already claimed you. The reminders you need is that RTL tattoo and my mark on your neck"