18 comments/ 125726 views/ 118 favorites A Bad Boy's Love Ch. 01 By: Xie_Lei Piercing, dark-colored eyes; eyes that can see straight into the soul and beyond. That was what struck me about him the most when I first caught sight of him at my college. Then, he'd been surrounded by love-struck girls (no doubt mooning over him) and a couple of rich boys. I'd always liked the feel of soft, curvy women turning to putty in my expert hands, so the thought of being gay, or even bisexual never crossed my mind. My initial feelings for him were of curiosity, as Keisuke was easily the most popular guy in college. At 5 feet 11", Keisuke was pretty tall for a Japanese-American, and he was also Mr. Nice Guy. I think his gaggle of fan girls called him Prince or something grotesque like that. You could say that he seemed just...well, too perfect, if that was at all possible. The straight-A student and President of the Arts Club. Raven black hair which looked silky to the touch. Combine that with a gentle personality, smart-looking glasses that framed his handsome face, and there you have it; Keisuke the Fake. Now, why do I call him that? Because that's what he is. You might think that that's just jealousy eating at me, but that really isn't the case. From observing him, Keisuke puts on this façade for the entire world to see. The reason eludes me, though. However, he can't fool me; not when I'm known by my tough street friends as a perceptive guy who easily captures others' weaknesses. Me. I'm the bad boy with the bad reputation and the bad grades. The type that mothers always warn their kids about. Okay, I do get good grades sometimes, when I work my ass off and when I feel like it, but nobody cares anyway, so why bother? I wouldn't call myself narcissistic, but I do think that I'm pretty good-looking. With 6 feet 2" worth of muscle and cobalt blue-colored eyes, plus a better-than-average dress sense, I attract quite a lot of attention, at bars and on the streets. It never fails to inflate my ego every time when men and women are drawn to me like moths to a flame. I'd never bothered with men who've tried to hit on me before (not saying that I'm homophobic) because all I'd been looking for was a mighty good time with the ladies. At least that's how it was until I met him. Honestly, he intrigued me because I could tell when he wanted to bail out of the crowd which, somehow, always hung around him and never dispersed. Or when he was struggling to keep an I-would-love-to-help expression when he was annoyed at Professor Martin who'd asked him to carry a mountain of books again to his office for the millionth time. Let's just say that he was an oxymoron and I knew it. Keisuke had an internal battle warring within him all the time and I just didn't know how everyone else could be so blind to it. So I watched him. Whenever I was free, that is. Anyway, on with our first encounter. So one day, he'd just finished playing basketball with some of his buddies and was changing in the locker room when his cell phone rang. He hadn't even noticed me smoking in a dark corner of the room, eyeing his half-naked torso. "Otou-san. Why did you call? Yes, I remember the party. Hai. Wakarimashita. I'll be there tonight by 8 sharp." Since he'd obviously thought that no one was around, Keisuke had this very irritated look on his face that it was amusing how he'd managed to keep his voice all bland the entire time he was on the phone. I had a little more entertainment than usual when I saw him send his cell phone flying against the wall and smashing it, leaving me to wonder who would be left to pick up its remains. I sent a mental message of condolences to the cleaner. "Kuso!! Who the hell does he think is, to order me about all the time?!" His handsome face twisted into a rare scowl. "Pfft. It's amusing, really. Your good-boy act. Don't you ever tire of it? If only your fans could see you like this." I smirked as Keisuke whipped his head around to glare at me. I crushed the rest of my cigarette against the cold, tiled floor. "How long have you been there?" His voice held an ominous ring to it, but he was ten years too early to intimidate me. He was puny in size as compared to moi. "Not too long. But long enough to hear you whining about thy papa." I scoffed at him. "Besides, you're the one who didn't notice me having a nice little puff of smokes over here. I doubt that I'm small enough to even be considered invisible." I leaned close to him and put a hand at the lockers beside his pretty little head, which earned me a full-blown glare from him. "Stop pretending as though you know me, when you know nothing. It's irritating." His scowl lightened into a smirk. "And what's with this stance of yours? Do you think that you're hitting on a girl?" I smiled coolly at him. "Sure. If you're the girl." I laughed at the seriously-annoyed expression on his face. "Just kidding. Fortunately for you, I don't go for the fake types. So, where'd your charming persona run off to? Oh. Wait. Did he even exist, or was it always just crabby old you?" A punch landed on my right cheek. Or almost did, if I hadn't skillfully fended it off with my right arm. "Go fuck yourself." He shoved past me and grabbed his duffel bag on the bench, already heading towards the door. "You should stay and defend yourself against the big bad wolf for pride's sake. Besides, I've already seen the you that you're trying to hide. Making your whole life an act can be pretty exhausting, you know." I smiled and leaned against the lockers. He stopped, and turned to cast me a haughty look. "You're a waste of my time. I won't bother with kuzu like you. (God knows what kuzu meant but I'll be damned if it meant anything good) Oh. Wait. I'm sure people have told you that before, haven't they?" He mimicked me with a sickeningly sweet smile. Now, I don't let much get to me, because on the streets, a short temper means an easy win. Unfortunately, what he said irked me, because part of it was true. I'd been born for trouble, and that was probably why I'd been left at an orphanage. Not too long after beating a kid to a pulp for calling me names, I was transferred to yet another orphanage. It became a never-ending cycle after that, until I was old enough to leave. Foster parents who took me in and tried to domesticate me regretted it, and they'd always end up saying something along the lines of "We're sorry, Jake, but we're simply not good enough parents for you." Even in my child's mind, I'd known that it was just another adult's way of saying "I don't want you." I folded my arms and gave him the stare, which had been known to petrify some of those who'd gone against me. "Huh. Well, doesn't seem to me as though your life is all peaches n' cream either, Kei." I smiled sweetly back at him. "Or you wouldn't have taken it out on your poor, innocent cell phone." Lucky for me Keisuke got riled up easily. Rich boys. No sense of preservation, you know. He shot me a glare that would have wilted anyone else on the spot. "Don't. EVER. Call me Kei." He punctuated each word through gritted teeth, gave me one last haughty sniff and left the room. I called out after him. "Thy wish is ever my command, Kei baby!" Watching Keisuke make a beeline for the door made me smirk. That was a fascinating encounter. I'd seen the ugly side of him that no one else had. But if I'd known that karma exists, I'm sure that I would've kept my mouth shut back then. And securely zipped with a padlock. I was rooming in the college dorms and had just successfully frightened off my latest roommate, Josh, several days ago. I didn't have anything in particular against that skinny bespectacled runt, but without a roommate, there was so much more space for my stuff. I glanced over with a satisfied sigh at the other bed; messy with several books, a few porn magazines and some of my leftover nachos. Remembering that I was out of ciggies, I left my room to buy a few at the grocery store nearby. When I returned, the first thing I saw was my bed, messy with all my stuff that I'd thrown on the other bed. Just as I was about to snort at the idea of poltergeists in the room, the door to the bathroom opened. I stared at him. He stared at me. I have no idea for how long we stared at each other in shock, but Keisuke was the one to break the silence. "You're my new roommate? God." He shot me a disgusted look, and picked up the jeans lying on his bed. That's when I noticed how gorgeous he actually was, despite all his fakeness. The water droplets sluicing down his wet skin was so sexy that I wanted to lick them away, one by one. The towel wrapped around his hips slipped a notch, making me catch my breath in anticipation of what lay underneath if revealed. My eyes trailed up his toned arms and muscular chest, then focused on his nipples, puckered into hard, little buds that I wanted to feast on all day long. His lips were slightly pink, and utterly kissable. I envisioned them wrapped around my growing cock. "Like what you see?" I snapped my eyes back to his. What the hell had just happened? Did I just...OGLE a man? Somehow, I managed to recover my composure. "I guess, but it's not as good as mine, obviously." This time, Keisuke looked unfazed. I hope that it was just my imagination that he looked somewhat...triumphant. "Really." He stepped closer to me until our bodies pressed together and our lips were millimeters apart. I could feel his breath mingling with mine, and the scent of his sweet-smelling shampoo combined with his body heat made my heart stop. Literally. I struggled for control over my mind even as my body started giving in to its desires. "Really really. That proof enough?" I could have just eaten those words. "Proof?" He grinned knowingly. "This is all the evidence I need." His hand squeezed my raging cock, which was still encased in my dark blue Levi's jeans for emphasis, and I unwittingly (and I'm sure, very unwillingly) groaned. "Liked that, I see." I scrabbled for the last vestiges of control before they ebbed away. "No. I don't." I managed to grit out. "I'm a guy. My body responds to being touched. Now get your dirty paws off me." I reached out to push him away, only to receive a harder squeeze on my cock, making it twitch and swell in response. My hands betrayed me. Instead of shoving him away, they gripped his shoulders as I disappeared beneath a wave of pleasure. Vaguely, I heard someone moaning in the background. Is that me? Nah. Can't be. I felt my belt being unbuckled and my zipper being pulled down. I was pushed to his bed, and I could feel my back pressing against the stone cold wall. "What a good, obedient boy you are. I would never have thought that of you," as he slid his tongue over my lower lip, testing its firmness, then nibbled teasingly at it. "Wa...wait. I think – " But before I managed to finish my sentence, his lips closed over mine; they were warm and more intoxicating than any girl's I'd ever kissed. I was drowning in a kiss like some virgin schoolboy, and at the back of my mind, I knew that I should be doing something to retaliate. But when his hot tongue slid against mine, I completely lost it. I returned his kiss passionately, pulling him flush against my body and thrust my boxers-clad cock against his hand, moving my hips in a familiar rhythm and gripping at his bare shoulders. He chuckled. "Ii kanji darou? I see that you crave it very much indeed." I suppressed a groan when Keisuke's warm hand slid into my boxers and pulled out my traitorous cock; the tip already moist and shining with precum. For some reason, his Japanese accent excited me. It sounded so sexy and foreign that Keisuke could have been talking about dung and I would still think it was sexy. Teasingly, he traced a vein there with a finger, pausing at the mushroom-shaped head before rubbing at it with his thumb in slow circles, eliciting a low growl from me. I claimed his lips as mine again when he started to stroke my cock, applying pressure in all the right places. "Fuck. That feels good," I murmured. He rewarded my comment with steady strokes of his hand, pumping my cock to a fast rhythm that I readily gave in to. He smirked down at me, all traces of his usually gentle demeanor gone. What replaced it was the expression of someone who knew that he was in total control, and loving it. "Now, enjoy the ride." He increased the speed of his hand, until the movements almost became a blur. I was close...so close. "Yeah, fuck! I'm...I'm cumming. Kei!!" Breathing hard, I fucked into his hand, making it my goal to cover it with my thick, creamy cum and then licking it off of his fingers. All of a sudden, it was gone. That delicious pressure on my aching cock was just...gone. For a few seconds, my mind didn't completely register what had happened. "Jake. Point proven. You want me." The victorious smirk was back on his face, making him look a little like a devilish angel. "Take care of that on your own, and try not to give in so eagerly next time, will you? You're less fun that way. Heh." With that, he changed into his jeans and shirt and left the room. And then it hit me. I was so hot and frustrated that I might have raped him right then and there if he hadn't fled like the shithead he was. That little prick. I gritted my teeth, took the news like the man I was and finished off in the bathroom, embracing the anger that filled me after. I was furious. At myself for capitulating so easily to his touch and at him for being such a total bastard and lording it over me. Then, a predatory glint entered my eyes. "Payback time, Kei." Japanese terms: Otou-san : Father Hai. Wakarimashita. : Yes. I understand. Kuso!! : Fuck!! Kuzu : Garbage or trash Ii kanji darou? : It feels good, doesn't it? A Bad Boy's Love Ch. 02 My first erotic fiction, actually. Thanks for all the comments on this story. It's a good ego-booster. Constructive criticism is fine by me, too. I once saw something a Literotica author posted; an author's only reward is feedback, so if you like the story, go ahead and give a holler. Enjoy. ;) ***** Kei was naked, his tight ass waving in front of my eyes. I spread those lovely cheeks apart, exposing his small, puckered hole. "Don't tease me, Jake. Hayaku!" He begged wantonly, his voice heavy-laden with lust. My hand reached below to stroke his erect cock, already wet with need while I leaned forward and murmured in his ear. "You like that, Kei baby? I'm going to take you right to nirvana and beyond." I lubed up my own swollen cock, as I prepared to plunge into him...and woke up drenched in my own sweat. No wonder that line was so corny. "Fuck!!" I ran a hand through my sweat-slicked hair, and tried to calm my racing heart, absent-mindedly adjusting my very erect cock in my shorts. I was starting to get weary of these dreams, no, nightmares, which never failed to pursue me relentlessly night after night ever since "the incident". (Refer to Ch. 01) I looked down at The Man and scowled. "I'd thought you'd have reacted to some hot chick instead. NOT some hot dude, who isn't hot at all, in my opinion." I love girls. I really do. Innocent-looking schoolgirl ones, Asian ones, biker chicks with D-cup boobs...I love them all. So far, I have never reacted to any man, for any reason. Sure, there were the couple of times in bathrooms where I've snuck peeks at a guy's dick before, just to compare sizes (Note: mine is usually bigger and better) but nothing sexual. In fact, I was pretty much sure I was a hetero since I'd never even thought of anything remotely gay like checking out some guy's ass. Huge problem now, though. I think I'm not so sure of myself anymore. Classes were boring. I wish I'd skipped them. One of my favorite hideouts to escape pesky lecturers is the library. No one but nerds go there, and no nerd in his right frame of mind would ever try to awaken me from my slumber. Unless he has a death wish, of course. Planning to skip the following class, I headed to the library. Coincidentally, Keisuke was there, reading quietly at a table with a pile of thick research-looking books. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Studious." I smiled graciously and pulled up a chair beside him. He glanced up in surprise, then resumed reading his book on Marsupial Life, but not before I'd managed to catch a tinge of fear behind those dark, stormy eyes. Aha. So he does know that I'll be having sweet revenge for what he did to my poor, battered ego the other night. "What brings you out here, so far from your usual domain, O Great One?" His neutral voice dripped sarcasm. I sighed dramatically. "Not much. I'd caught a whiff of some pretty boy, and my nose had insisted I follow the scent so..." I shrugged and spread out my arms. "Here I am. Your Prince Charming, about to save you from the boredom of your Marsupials." Kei snorted in disgust. "Right. If you're Prince Charming, then I'm Brad Pitt." I smirked. "Can't you take a joke, Kei? Sheez. Loosen up, dude. Don't get your panties in a knot." He glared at me and stood up, turning to leave. I grabbed his arm before he wandered off too far. "Alright, alright. No more panty jokes for you. Sit. Chat with me." Kei resumed his just-vacated chair and looked at me. "Chat? I wonder what sort of topics we have in common." For some reason, his intense gaze unnerved me. I could take his glares and scowls, but this? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "The common topics. Like, how many siblings do you have, what's your favorite color, favorite food, uhh...favorite subject..." I ticked off an absurd list of what I actually wanted to know about him. Besides other secret secrets, of course. Silence hung in the air for awhile. He assessed me at first to see if I was making fun of him, and then when he'd decided that I wasn't, he actually started answering them. "No siblings, I'm an only child. My dad is Japanese and my mom's American. Color. Hmm. Probably shades of blue. I hate sashimi. If you didn't know, it's a Japanese delicacy. It's raw seafood like slices of tuna, salmon and such. I like fish and chips with tartar sauce. I never get sick of it. I live for art. Painting's a stress-reliever. Your turn." That was quite interesting. It was a tad strange to feel no animosity at all between us for once, but I was in the mood to be even weirder. I raised an eyebrow. "So this is like a two-way street? Kay. I'm an orphan, so I don't have siblings or anyone whom I'd consider as one. Favorite sub? Math, because there is only one answer for everything. I like the color black, as it suits my jaded personality and Italian pasta. God. Thinking of spaghetti carbonara now is making me drool." I rolled my eyes up to the heavens mockingly. That was when I saw it. It started with a small smile, then a chuckle and it blossomed into a full-blown laugh, complete with a show of white teeth. It was at that moment when I knew that I'd fallen in love. His head thrown back, the corded muscles visible at his neck made him look so, so sexy, not to mention that deep, throaty laugh. I'd never seen him laugh that way before, with his little buddies. "Shhh! Quiet, please. This is the library, young man." The plump librarian lady hushed us up. We looked at each other and snickered. "Whoops. My bad. Looks like I'm bad influence, eh?" I grinned at Kei's amused expression. "Seems that way." His smile faded for a moment and he turned pensive. "So you're an orphan? Sorry to hear that. Must have been tough growing up." He shot me a sympathetic glance. Pity. That was one of the things I loathed most in the world, and I hate to be looked upon like some sad, pathetic case, especially by someone who knows nothing about me. I shrugged. "It's all in the past. Growing up on the streets isn't as bad as what other people make it out to be. What you have to do is make a name for yourself. For me, I was pretty good at street fights, so whenever some guy needed help, he'd sort of hire me. That's how I get paid." I'd lied. A little. It still affected me sometimes, knowing that I was an unwanted child. Looking at families chatting animatedly and laughing together makes my heart ache still. It's the feeling of being so completely alone, that there is no one who'd care even if you were killed, that turned me into the cynic that I am today. Kei looked at me for awhile. There are those who say that eyes are like windows to the soul. I hoped that the person who created that quote was a big, fat liar. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he said "I see." That was all he said after I'd laid bare my painful past to him. Just as I was about to put an end to the discussion, and probably his snotty little high-life, he looked away and asked, "You remember that day when we met in the locker room?" "Yeah. What about it?" I answered in a clipped tone, feeling not too generous right now. He looked down at the table. "I was on the phone with my dad. I hate him, which explains why I got so mad when you made fun of me then." I wasn't too sure of what to feel with this strange turn of events. Here he was, baring his secret to me and I was just sitting there dumbfounded, like a dork. I managed an apology, even though I only half-meant it. "Sorry. It's just that I could tell that you...well. You're not being yourself, to put it in polite terms. It's probably not obvious, except to me, so I suppose you don't have to worry." He looked so cute sitting there, fidgeting and shooting nervous looks at me to gauge my reaction. By now, I'd come to terms with my gay-ish thoughts of him. Kei swallowed. "This is my first time actually talking to someone about this. Honestly, I'd never thought it'd be you. You're right, though. Otou-san wa...I mean, my dad, has high expectations of me. I have to keep my grades up and report my progress in clubs as well to him. He shows me off like some piece of chattel to his friends at parties, and keeps telling me that I have to uphold the family name since I'll be taking over the family business in the future." I whistled. "Whoa. Sounds tough. No wonder you opted to live out here." Scoffing, he retorted, "Tough? It was a hell-hole, that's what it was. It's like, you don't have a say in anything and you're his personal slave." "Well. What a way to put it. Can I have you as my slave?" I batted my eyelashes at him flirtatiously. "In your dreams." He playfully smacked my head, not knowing he already was a sex slave in my dreams. Just then, the bell rang and we said our goodbyes. Things had changed for the better, and we'd made plans for dinner. I think it had slipped his mind that he still had a debt to pay, and I wanted it cleared by tonight. By six, our classes had ended and we headed out to Italiano Restauranté. It was a sight to behold for some of our acquaintances to see the sun and the moon chatting together like old buddies. I picked a secluded corner of the restaurant, and was pleased to note that the table cloths, as expected, draped all the way down to the floor. I chose to sit next to him on the booth. As Kei flipped through the menu, I slid my hand under the white table cloth and right on top of his crotch. He jumped in shock and looked at me with disbelief and betrayal. "Why don't you order, Kei? Let's not keep this nice waitress waiting, shall we? Spaghetti Alio Olio with Portobello and a glass of orange juice for me, please." I flashed her a smile and proceeded to unzip his fly, massaging his growing erection over his boxers. His face turned pale as he tried to focus on the menu, finally choking out a "Bolognaise for me and water." He didn't dare push my hand away, not whilst the waitress was here without making it too obvious as to what we were doing. When she left, Kei hissed at me in anger. "What the HELL are you doing, Jake? Take your fucking hand out right NOW before I–" He gasped when my hand delved inside, pulling out his cock from within his boxers. I smiled as I stroked his cock with slow, steady strokes, rubbing the sensitive tip with my thumb. "Try not to make too much noise, Kei baby. You don't want to be caught with your cock sticking out like that, do you?" I liked the look of fear in his eyes. He was so turned on in anticipation of what I was going to do to him, yet afraid of the consequences. I wonder if that made me a sadist. "Relax. I won't hurt you. It's just to call it even, you know. You know that you deserve this for how you treated me then, don't you?" Kei squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, a visible muscle ticking at his jaw. "Feeling aroused much? See how wet you are? Maybe you've an exhibitionist streak in you after all." I drawled, enjoying the expressions of want and desire on his face. Just when I launched into a full-blown hand job, making him sputter and gasp and even occasionally moan, the waitress arrived with our meals and drinks. He bit his lip hard when I didn't stop my hand movements, clenching his hands into fists at the table and struggling to steady his hips. The waitress took one look at his perspiring, pain-twisted expression and assumed it for something else. "Sir? Are you feeling alright? Do you feel ill anywhere?" She must have been the most dense homosapien alive. With her attention fully focused on Kei, he started to panic. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. I ju...just need to rest for awhile. That's all. Thanks." I smiled at her. "Thanks for worrying about my good friend here." I continued to stroke his cock, building a faster rhythm. Her name was Alice on her name tag. "You're welcome, sir. Please enjoy your meals." She smiled and left. Another wicked thought entered my mind. I glanced at Kei. The moment the waitress disappeared from our sight, his hips moved of its own accord, sliding his cock in and out of my closed hand as he stifled his groans with the back of his hand. "St...stop. Please, Jake. Yameru yo. Tanomu zo." "You know, I don't understand much of the Japanese that you're spouting. So I won't even pretend to. Since you've obeyed my wishes so far, I'll give you a nice reward." I took my hand off his straining erection, and I heard a small sound of protest. He looked disappointed and relieved. Eyes glazed over with lust, tousled dark hair and slightly parted lips; he was the epitome of an exotic-looking sex siren, and he was beyond what Pamela Anderson could ever be. Simply irresistible. I leaned over, gave him a peck on the lips, surveyed my surroundings quickly and disappeared beneath the silky table cloth. Before Kei could even digest the fact that I'd kissed him, I was already enjoying the view and taste of him. It was quite a juicy-looking cock, about seven inches long and slightly curved. It twitched in response when I traced a finger down its length teasingly. By now, I'd noticed that all of Kei's protests had died down to heavy breathing, as he felt me smear his precum all over the rounded tip of his cock, though I doubted that he'd thank me for this when he was back to his normal self. I bent my head over his cock and ran my tongue around the rim of his knob, eliciting a low groan from him. Encouraged, I dragged my tongue over the entire underside of his erection, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and worked my way down, feeling him shudder as my lips closed around the base of his shaft. Almost desperately, Kei thrust his cock repeatedly into my warm mouth, using short, quick movements of his hips. I started bobbing my head up and down his erection, coating it with my saliva. If anyone at all had been looking his way, they'd know what was going on underneath those white sheets because he was starting to make muffled noises and obvious shifts in his seat. Too bad that noises from the other tables drowned out his and people were too busy minding their own businesses than to mind ours. It was pretty tough not to gag sometimes when Keisuke's cock plunged right to the back of my throat, but sucking cock came very naturally to me from the experience of so many girls going down on me. I knew what felt good for me, at least, and used that to my advantage. I continued my assault on him, loving the sounds of whimpers and muffled moans which escaped him. There was no way I was going to make it out of the restaurant alive if I didn't take care of little ole' me down there as well. I stroked myself to the same rhythm of my lips on him, and then I felt him tense and mutter some Japanese words again which sounded something like "Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!!" I couldn't describe the feeling of exhilaration when Kei came in my mouth. I think I came at the same time, just by imagining how hot he looked at our table. I cleaned myself off with a paper napkin and sucked the remaining juices off of his cock. It wasn't an addictive taste, since it was slightly bitter. It's probably an acquired taste, and I was startled to find myself liking that and many other things about him. Lifting an edge of the table cloth, I made a quick check around me and resumed my place beside him. "So, Kei baby. Was that hot, or was that hot?" I smirked victoriously at him. He looked worn-out and sated, with heavy-lidded eyes. "I am so exhausted; mentally, emotionally, and physically. I'll hit you tomorrow, that's for certain." He looked down at his spaghetti. "And my food's cold." He shot me an accusing look. "We can switch if you like." I offered him spaghetti which was just as cold as his was. We finished our meal in silence. It was dark by the time we'd reached our room. As I prepared for sleep, I glanced over to his bed where he was already tucked in, his shirtless back facing me. No doubt he was still pissed at me. "Hey. Kei." "No, you're not forgiven even if you beg." Okay. I deserved that. "I think I'm falling for you." ***** Japanese terms: Hayaku! : Faster! or Hurry up! Otou-san wa... : My father is... Yameru yo. Tanomu zo. : Please stop. I'm begging you. Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!! : Enough...stop! I'm cumming! I can't...I'm cumming!! A Bad Boy's Love Ch. 03 The final chapter for this story. It's 2.27am right now, my energy levels are zilch and I've just completed it. My bad, and I'll try to release all the chapters at once for a story next time. Have fun. ***** "Jake." I turned to look at the person who'd called out my name. Keisuke was standing several paces behind me, an unreadable expression on his face. I stared at him icily. "Who did you say you were again?" Then, I just left him eating the dust as I stormed towards my next class. He looked positively crestfallen and hurt was evident in his eyes. Well. Not my problem anymore. After my little confession a few weeks ago, he'd ceased speaking to me. He'd just ignored me and pretended that I didn't exist. I couldn't even begin to describe what I felt back then. For the first time in my life, I'd fallen in love. And I'd fallen hard. I'd never imagined that there would come a day when I would say those words to anyone. I was the tough kid who grew up picking fights on the streets and picking pockets to survive. None of that helped in dealing with the pain of being abandoned by Kei. Ever since he'd started ignoring me, I'd indulged in a good dosage of alcohol and fights. Pain has never failed in making me forget things I don't want to remember, and alcohol is such a numbing bliss for trash like me. It was stupid. My mind wouldn't stop thinking about Kei unless I forced it to with drugs. I didn't even know why I'd professed my love even before we'd gotten to know each other on a deeper level. And how the hell could I fall for someone in less than a month? Pure idiocy, I know. Still, I hadn't expected that reaction from him. I'd half-expected a "Huh?" or a "Go fuck someone else" reaction instead, which made this annoying ache a real pain in the balls. I tossed my books to the bed, and looked at myself in the mirror. "Well. No wonder that bastard deigned to speak to me again. I look like shit." There were dark eye bags from lack of sleep, messy hair and mismatched clothes. The bruises on my face and my swollen blue-black left eye made it plain what I'd been up to recently, not to mention that throbbing ache in my head, symptoms of an impending migraine. Kei's guilty conscience must have eaten at him when he saw me like this. Sure, I'd been depressed for awhile, but I'll survive. This is the reality I should face, not some goddamned fairy tale where I whisk off some fair princess away on a white horse. I'd get over him, even if it kills me to do so. I was shaken out of my reverie by the feel of someone's eyes on me. Ignoring the regretful expression on Kei's face, I continued dabbing antiseptic at my bruises with a cotton swab. "Look, Jake. I'm sorry. It was just too sudden and I didn't know how to react to it, that's all." His eyes pleaded with me not to ditch him. Ironic, considering I was the one who was left behind. "Kei. Stop. PISSING. Me off. You're the one who fucking reacted that way, and you think you can just crawl your way back into my good graces? Well, guess what? I'm over it. I don't give a shit about you and your highborn life anymore." I scowled at the little twerp and left the bathroom, putting on my earphones. Ah. Last Resort by Papa Roach. Rich boys and their fucking games. They think they can twist anyone around their little fingers just because they're all that. My resolve faltered a little, though, when I snuck a peek at Kei. I'd expected him to look...unperturbed by it all, but he looked half as bad as I did, if not worse. His usually silky locks looked a bit lifeless, and he'd lost some weight. Dark circles and exhaustion marred his pretty face. Frustration was visible on his face as he ran a hand through his hair, struggling for words and an apology. I must admit that I was at least slightly moved by his current condition, but that didn't mean that I could forgive what he'd done so thoughtlessly. "Jake, I...I was scared. Fuck! Do you think this is easy for me? I know the fault was mine, but you just caught me by surprise, okay?" He looked away from me, glaring at the wall. I smirked. "Look, you want my forgiveness? I don't give it away that easily. You'll have to earn it. Think of a way to pacify me and just maybe I'll forgive you. But for now, I'm still pissed as hell and you'd best stay away from me." With that, I turned my back to him and closed my eyes, listening to more of Papa Roach's songs. Kei didn't say another word. We allowed our own thoughts to steer us to sleep. The following day, he waited at my locker. I gave him the stare but to no avail. I was getting tired of this. "Are you my personal stalker? At least give me some room to breathe. God." Before he could respond, someone swept him up and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. Right on the lips. "What the –? Chet? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Japan with –" Kei was shushed up by "Chet" who placed a finger on his lips. Red. That was the color I was seeing right now. I managed to regain composure by counting to ten and clenching my fists. I drawled coolly and started assessing the tall blonde from head to toe. "Aren't you going to introduce lover boy to me, Kei?" Chet slung an arm casually around Kei, doing his own slow perusal of me as well. Nerd. That was one way to describe him. He wore those thick-rimmed corporate glasses, and strangely, they seemed to match well with his checkered shirt and faded jeans with holes at the knees. To give him credit, he did look slightly better than your average nerd, and he was pretty tall; a six-footer. Still, no one that Kei would have bothered hanging out with. And since they seemed so intimate, I was starting to think that he was an ex. Great. "Jake, this is Chet, my best friend from childhood. Chet, meet my roommate, Jake." Kei seemed to have forgotten all about me by now and was enthusiastically shooting questions at his buddy, who was eyeing me thoughtfully. "Have fun with your rendezvous. Ciao." I was so close to losing my temper and beating the living daylights out of someone who only might be an ex. I wasn't about to humiliate myself in front of Kei again, seeing that he didn't give a shit about me. I stalked off in the opposite direction, heading towards the cafeteria for some chips. If I'd turned behind to look at Kei, I would have had confidence re-installed again. Although his hand was on Chet's arm, he was looking woefully at my retreating back, pain apparent in his gaze. What he didn't see was Chet watching him watch me. I was enjoying a little snack with my chips in hand under a shady tree when I heard someone approach me. "Hey." I ignored the human insect and continued to munch. Maybe if I focused hard enough, he'd go away. "You're Jake, right? Mind if I share the space with you?" Nice. Focusing is a waste of time. I stared him down. "Yes, I do mind because you'll be breathing my air." Chet sat opposite of me. "So. Are you naturally sarcastic, or are you just in a bad mood?" "Chet." I smiled at him. "It's obvious that I'm in a foul mood right now. That phrase you just so carelessly spouted would have landed you in the hospital some time ago." He chuckled, amused at my response. "Maybe. But not right now. Want to know why?" Glancing at him with a bored expression, I humored him. "Why?" "Because Kei likes you, and you like him. You wouldn't do anything harmful to his buddy, would you?" His words sent a shockwave pulsing through me. "And you would know that, how?" "I just do. He told me about you, and what he did. I've never, in my years of life, seen him this flustered and worried over anyone at all. So he did something bad. If you knew him the way I know him, you'd know that what I know of him would be what you wouldn't want to know if you knew, you know?" He grinned at me. Great. A smart aleck is such a killjoy. "So what is it about him that I wouldn't want to know? His sordid past?" Seeing as Chet didn't seem to harbor any feelings towards Kei, I started to feel much better. "He told you about his dad, didn't he? Kei was my neighbor, before we struck out on our own. That was how I got to know him. When I was a kid, I was so afraid of his dad; he was like a living statue. He never once praised Kei for anything. Not when he was 1st in school, not when he won the Talented Artist of the Year award, and not even when his own friends complimented him for having such a talented son. His mom's a workaholic, and couldn't give a damn about him at all. So, you can imagine." Chet shrugged. "He lost me when I had to study overseas for awhile. Now, he probably thinks that he's going to lose you. Give the kid a break, eh?" Although Kei wasn't the spoiled rich boy I'd made him out to be, I couldn't exactly forgive him yet for his betrayal. I sighed. Damn him and this bastard Chet. I was starting to soften and I knew it. "I'll think on it, Chet." He nodded and got up to leave. "Later, then." He paused in mid-stride and gave me a lopsided grin. "Well. You're not as bad as I'd thought you'd be. Take care of him for me. I wholly approve of this relationship and give the both of you my blessings." Somehow, I'd ended up back in my room, face-to-face with Kei. He looked miserable and was sitting on my bed. When he saw me, his dark gaze lightened and was replaced by determination. I sat next to him and didn't say a word, looking straight ahead into nothingness. "I'm sorry, and I'll prove it to you." He leaned forward and kissed me. I drowned in his kiss, tasting the sweet tang of some chocolate bar he'd eaten and his wet tongue. I forgot my past and what he'd done. I forgot all the hardships I went through to be the person I am today. My mind was filled with thoughts of him, and all I could taste was him. I returned his kiss with fervor, memorizing the lines of his cheekbones with my fingers and breathed in the musky scent of his cologne. We didn't exchange any more apologies. Vaguely, I heard the rustling sound of clothes being undone, as his jeans pooled at his feet. I watched him fumble nervously with my zipper and couldn't resist stealing a kiss. I stretched over him on the bed, both of us wondrously nude. His eyes took in every naked inch of my body, as he traced a hand down my chest and over my nipples. He chuckled when he felt my muscles flex under his exploring hand. "Utsukushii. Hontou no utsukushii otoko da yo, omae," he whispered as he traced the hard planes of my body. I struggled to hold myself in check. I was already so turned on, and the husky tone of his voice just enflamed me. Trailing kisses at his chest, I paused to nibble at the hardened buds, rolling them around with my tongue before sucking at each one, all the while rubbing my excited cock against his. I felt him shudder and groan my name as his hips undulated in response. "Jake. Stop fucking around and make me yours." I drew a deep breath and tried to remember how to be gentle. Reaching into a drawer, I pulled out a bottle of lube and placed it beside me on the bed. Before Kei could protest, I slid my mouth down his cock, then up again, stroking him with my tongue and being careful not to graze him with my teeth as I lubed up my fingers and cock. As my finger penetrated his virginal hole, his face was tight with concentration and sweat as he struggled to adapt to the feel of being invaded. "Relax, Kei baby. I won't hurt you." His tight hole twitched around my finger as I started to fuck him with it, matching the pace with my mouth on his cock. That was when he started going all Japanese on me. "Motto...kanjiru sasete!" Now, I had three fingers moving in and out of his tight ass, and Kei was thrusting enthusiastically into my hot mouth as he fucked back against my fingers. I could tell that he was ready. His hands gripped the bed sheets when my cockhead started to pry his ass lips apart, slowly sinking in. Kei's face was twisted in pain as he gritted his teeth. "Iitai." He struggled to accommodate my size, unused to the feeling of fullness inside him. "Alright, Kei?" I was waging a losing battle with myself, trying not to fuck him senseless although that was what my body was screaming to do. He groaned when I started moving, slowly pulling out before thrusting in again. It wasn't too long before I really started to fuck that tight ass, branding him as mine as my lips claimed his once again. Dimly, I was aware of the sound of his sweet ass slapping against my thighs as I plunged my hard cock repeatedly into him. Nails dug into my shoulder blades as he strained to meet my thrusts, pressing back against me. "Soko! Soko da yo!" He had turned into a Japanese-speaking sex fiend as he encouraged me, sucking and licking frantically at my neck. I obeyed his whims and brought the both of us closer to completion, my breath exhaling in harsh gasps. I closed my eyes and thrust harder into him, eliciting a loud moan from my lover as I felt that delicious pressure building. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Kei!" "Jake, ore mo! Ore mo iku zo na no!" Kei shuddered and stroked himself furiously as we came together, his cum streaking our stomachs and mine staining his well-used ass and thighs. I settled in next to him on my tiny bed, and my cock slipped out of previously virgin hole with an audible pop. I drew lazy circles with my finger at his nape, while I tried to find the right words to say. "That was...I've never felt anything like this. I've never felt this way about anyone before." I was vulnerable now. If he rejected me again, I'd probably sink into depression and do something drastic. Kei turned to face me with intense eyes. "Yeah." He chuckled. "Aishiteru yo." I knew the meaning of those words, by the way he said it, although I wasn't ready to say them again so soon. "Me too." He knew what I felt about him, and that was enough. I tugged the comforter over the both of us. "You're going to stick with me for a long time, right?" At my nod, he continued. "I'm not going to give a shit about my dad anymore. It's high time I placed priorities on the things I want, and he won't be able to make me change my mind about you. You're like a thorn deeply ingrained in me." Puffing out my chest with pride, I grinned. "I'll be your knight in shining armor when the time comes, Kei baby. Don't you worry." I paused for effect. "I was deeply, uhh, embedded in you just awhile ago, you know. And you do know that I don't speak Japanese, don't you?" His eyes glinted with amusement as it dawned on him; I couldn't understand any of those Japanese phrases he'd moaned at me when we'd been making love. "That's the whole point, dude." I closed my eyes, but stole a peek at the expression on his face when I said "Oh well. I'll let you win this time, since the seme should be gracious to the uke." He shot me a disgusted look. "Your ass is mine next time, and you can bet on that, Jake boy," he snarled. "Whatever you say, uke. Oyasumi." Kei snorted indelicately at me before settling in for some sleep as well. "Yeah. Oyasuminasai." ***** Japanese terms: Utsukushii. Hontou no utsukushii otoko da yo, omae. : Beautiful. You're really a beautiful man. Motto...kanjiru sasete! : More...Let me feel more! (or should be "Give me more feeling!" if translated directly, but it sounded wrong so...) Iitai. : It's painful. Soko! Soko da yo! : There! Right there! Jake, ore mo! Ore mo iku zo na no! : Jake, me too! I'm cumming as well! Aishiteru yo. : I love you. Seme : The dominant or top in a gay relationship Uke : The submissive or bottom in a gay relationship Oyasumi/ Oyasuminasai. : Good night.