Forging Maximilien Chapter 7
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Capitulu VII. A Tentazione
It was the sun, peeking through the wooden panels, that eventually woke me up the next morning.
I was a bit confused and didn't immediately remember where I was, only realising that I wasn't in my own bedroom. I stirred a little and my hand touched something warm and soft. I opened my eyes, and a jolt of adrenaline browsed me when I realised Antonu was lying next to me, stark naked, our bodies so close I could feel his warmth on mine.
It all came back to me at once: the bar, the fight with Gianlucca, then with Yanis, but most of all, him: Antonu.
He looked so peaceful, on his back, his soft breathing making his muscled chest rise with each inspiration he took, one hand behind his head, exposing his hairy armpit to me. I gulped, doubting my next move, and got a little closer to him, pressing my stomach on his side, my morning wood poking his large thigh.
I put a hand on his stomach and dropped a kiss on his pec, then in the small of his neck, my fingertips browsing his lower stomach until I felt his pubic hair under the palm of my hand and then, his semi-soft cock.
I straightened up a little and leaner over him, his face twisting a little as he slowly awakened. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly jerked him off, feeling it harden surprisingly quickly under my touch. Antonu grunted hoarsely, sighing heavily as he finally woke up. He turned on his side, facing me and pressed his body against mine before grabbing a fistful of my butt with his large hand.
My face was buried in the small of his neck, trapped against him as his powerful arms encircled me, his now hard cock poking my stomach almost painfully. He started kissing my hair and my upper forehead and manoeuvred me under him, placing himself on top of me, using both his hands to knead my butt cheeks, making me moan with pleasure and a hint of pain that turned me on.
Finally, he plunged his gaze in mine, and I recognised the same hunger I saw in him the previous night. I looked back at him submissively, blinking my eyes like a cat would, letting him know that he was free to do whatever he wanted with me.
Suddenly, on the wooden nightstand, my phone started vibrating and Antonu rolled his eyes with annoyance.
"Who's calling?" I asked him with a soft voice.
"The Musgingatu." Antonu disdainfully answered before grabbing my phone and hang out the call. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head with disbelief before roughly pushing him aside, grab my boxer briefs, my phone and storm out of the bedroom.
Nervously, I called Yanis back, not knowing what to expect and feeling a pit in my stomach at the idea that he was still mad at me after our previous night's argument. He had never yelled at me that way before, and I was genuinely scared this would be the end of us. I sat on the couch, waiting for him to pick up when, suddenly.
"Allo?" His deep low voice said on the other side of the phone.
"Hey..." I timidly answered, wanting to add something else but not knowing what.
"I tried to call you last night!" He said, sounding more pleading than accusing. "Are you okay?"
"I didn't notice, I guess I ran out of battery."
"I've been to your house, where are you?" He inquired, worry noticeable in his voice.
"I... I slept at a friend's." I lied with a soft voice. There was no way Yanis could buy this lie, knowing that except him, I had no friends I could randomly sleep at, but he didn't say anything. I heard him sigh on the phone, and an awkward silence settled between us.
"Max, listen, about last night, I..." He eventually muttered. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."
"It was my fault, you were right. I should have listened to you." I answered emotionally. "I'm sorry, Yanis, I swear I was just trying to protect you."
"I know, I shouldn't have reacted like that, I shouldn't have yelled, I'm really sorry."
"Maybe you needed to, for me to really understand." I confessed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Antonu, fully dressed, come into the living room, carrying my clothes in his hand. "Listen, I have to go, let's meet later today, okay?" I quickly told Yanis.
"Okay, see you later then."
I hung up as Antonu threw my clothes on the sofa next to me, not even really looking at me, before grabbing his motorbike helmet and keys. I got the hint and quickly got dressed, the tense silence between us unsettling me after what happened this morning, but I guess I just ruined it.
Once ready, I threw a tentative glance at him, hoping I could at least soften his mood and maybe even get a little goodbye kiss before hitting the road, but no such luck.
He opened the door, and I followed him outside in silence. I hoped behind him and adjusted my helmet, since there was a spare one for me at the house.
"Where am I dropping you?" He curtly asked.
"The little Casino supermarket's parking lot, please." I answered, gulping. He nodded and the dirt bike darted forward in a loud mechanical noise.
As a consolation, I pressed my body closer against his, wrapping my arms tighter against his stomach. Feeling his warmth on me, his powerful muscles under my fingertips, was enough to make me feel better, and I leaned my head on his back, looking at the landscape around us.
A few minutes later, Antonu stopped his dirt bike on the empty parking lot, and I hopped off. I handed him his helmet back and was about to say a simple goodbye when he left, not even taking a second to throw one last glance at me. I frowned, confused and a little hurt.
"Asshole." I muttered under my breath.
My parents were a little concerned when I arrived back home but quickly dropped the subject when they realised I had no desire to talk about last night. I met with Yanis later, and we had a Nutella crêpe at the Canne à Sucre, chatting about a lot of things. Surprisingly, Yanis didn't inquire further about what I did after we parted, and at whose place I slept at.
After finishing my homework, I went to bed early as I was still tired from last night, and quickly dozed off.
On Monday morning, I was walking in the high school courtyard to my classroom, when I noticed Antonu and his stupid girlfriend, sitting on a bench and tongue-kissing. I felt a deep sting in my chest and a knot in my throat. I quickly looked away after my gaze met Antonu's and sped up. I passed by them in a hurry, without even looking at it.
She was his girlfriend, and I was no one, but it still felt like he was betraying me, like he was cheating. I tried to rationalise, but to no avail. I spent the rest of the day in a terrible mood, unable to get the image of his hands on her hips, and his lips on her skin.
Fuck him, I thought, and fuck this little game that we were playing!
Later this week, as I was sitting with Yanis on the large stone stairs, we had the surprise visit of Julien, Marion and Bastien. The guys apologised to Yanis and me for what happened in Bonifacio and told us that they had not been warned that he wasn't invited until it was too late. Yanis accepted their apology and they spent the rest of lunchtime with us.
I had been throwing furtive glances at Antonu's way the whole week, without getting any kind of reaction or acknowledgment from him. I alternated between anger, disdain, despair and jealousy several times in a chaotic order, but when Friday arrived, and our moment to sit together in Literature class with it, I can't deny I was getting excited.
I arrived in class early and sat at my desk, chatting about a book I've read with Mrs. Lastrajoli. I think she took a liking at me when she realised I actually enjoyed Literature and was rather well read, and despite her eccentricity I think I started liking her too.
When Antonu pushed the classroom door, my heart skipped a beat and I could barely conceal my excitement. He neglectingly tossed his bag by the table and sat next to me. I turned and shot him a faint smile.
"Hey." I simply muttered. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me as if I had just said some incomprehensible word before looking away and scoffing with disdain. I was so taken aback by his behaviour that I kept looking at him with disbelief for a few seconds. What an absolute jerk! A few days ago, he had his dick in my ass and now he dared acting like I was some disposable tissue he was done wiping his cum with.
I would never allow him to touch me ever again, I though. I looked ahead of me, staring at the board with fury growing inside of me, and I vowed not to be fooled by this guy in the future.
If he wanted our relationship to be a power struggle, then fine, I've always loved strategy and conflict anyways.
The few weeks that followed were pretty uneventful. Yanis found a way to get back on good terms with most of his teammates and was again invited to their parties as usual. I ignored Antonu, not dignifying him with a single glance, even though I still felt a pit in my stomach when I caught him kissing or cuddling with his girlfriend.
It was early October when Yanis invited me to sleep at his place on Saturday night. The plan was simple; dinner with his family, video games and movies, and sleeping. A boys' night, fit for the lowering temperatures and the cosiness that goes with it.
It would have been the first time we do this since I came out to him, and I kind of expected us not to do it again, feeling like this maybe would weird him out. I guess I was wrong, but I still felt a little nervous about it, my feelings for him having grown stronger since I started exploring my sexuality.
I grabbed the Dixit board game, shoved it in my bag with my fresh clothes and headed to Yanis' place.
"Oh, hi Maximilien! Come in." Soraya, Yanis' older sister, exclaimed when she opened the door to me. "Yanis, Maximilien is here!" She then shouted towards inside.
Sitting at the dinner table with Yanis' family felt like being dropped into the middle of a play where the script kept shifting. The room was warm, lit by the soft glow of the overhead lamp, and the rich aroma of roasted chicken and potatoes lingered in the air.
"It's nice to see you two spending an evening like this!" Yanis' mother said, her voice kind but edged with something more. She gestured toward me with a warm smile. "Maximilien, you should come over more often. I swear, Yanis spends more time out than in."
I glanced at Yanis, who was already stiffening beside me. Soraya, seized the moment with a sharpness that seemed practiced.
"Yeah, with his lovely rugby friends," she said, setting her fork down with a deliberate clink. "The ones who've probably never had an original thought between them. Racist, misogynistic thugs, that's what they are. But hey, Yanis seems to fit right in."
Yanis' hand tightened around his glass, and I saw a faint flush creeping up his neck.
"Soraya!" Their mother exclaimed with a lecturing tone.
"What? Isn't that true?" She said. "You're so desperate to fit in with those idiots that you've forgotten who you are. It's pathetic, Yanis. You can pretend all you want, but let me remind you of something: you might want to forget that you're not Corsican, but they won't!"
"That's enough, Soraya. Just because you have Arab blood doesn't make you any less Corsicans. You know that." Yanis' mother intervened; her tone sharp but controlled. Soraya's laugh was bitter, her words cutting through the air.
"I'm not the one you need to convince. Talk to your son who's running around introducing himself as `Yann' now." My stomach twisted as the atmosphere turned ice cold. Yanis froze, his face now fully flushed, and I felt a pang of sympathy for him. His mother's eyes widened in disbelief, and his father, who had been silently observing until now, set his fork down with deliberate precision.
"Yanis?" His mother said, her voice trembling slightly. "Is this true?" Yanis' jaw tightened, and he shook his head as if trying to dismiss it.
"Soraya's just trying to start something. She's jealous because she wasn't popular in high school and now, I should be ashamed to be more popular than her!"
Soraya's scoff was audible, but before she could retort, their father finally spoke, his deep voice commanding instant silence.
"Yanis." He began, his gaze steady and heavy. "That is the name we gave you. The name of some many of your ancestors. Being ashamed of it will not change the blood that runs in your veins." Yanis looked like he wanted to protest, but his father raised a hand to silence him.
"If you spent as much time studying as Maximilien does." He continued, gesturing toward me. "And less time with those boys, maybe you wouldn't feel the need to lie about who you are to find some pride in yourself."
The room fell into a thick, stifling silence. I stared at my plate, unsure where to look or what to say. Yanis' face burned crimson, his lips pressed into a thin, angry line. I wanted to disappear, to take him with me and spare him this moment, but I stayed rooted to my chair.
Finally, Yanis pushed back from the table, the legs of his chair scraping against the floor. Without a word, he stormed out of the room. His mother started to call after him, but his father held her back with a firm shake of his head.
Soraya leaned back in her chair; arms crossed. I glanced at her, then at the parents, who now looked exhausted and uncertain. I cleared my throat softly.
"Thank you for dinner." I murmured, trying to defuse the tension in the smallest way I could. Yanis' mother smiled weakly, her hand trembling as she reached for her glass of water.
"You're always welcome here, Maximilien!" she said, though her voice sounded distant, like it had been stretched too thin. I nodded, unsure if I should stay or go, my mind preoccupied with the image of Yanis, somewhere alone in the house. I quickly finished my dinner, not wanting to be rude, and took my leave from the dinner table before running upstairs, looking for Yanis.
He was in his room, still looking quite angry, playing a fighting game by himself with a stern expression.
"Are you okay?" I tentatively asked, my voice soft.
"Soraya is such a bitch!" He cursed through his gritted teeth. "Of course she can't mind her fucking business!"
I walked in, closing the door behind me before sitting on the floor by the bed, facing the screen next to him. I turned to look at him and noticed his neck tensed every time he gave a punch in the game. His whole body was tense with anger and pent-up frustration. His T-shirt was lifted up a little, pinned between the wooden bed frame and his large back, revealing the narrow trail of hairs going from his navel to his crotch. I gulped and looked away.
"Anyway." Yanis eventually sighed before dropping the controller next to him. "Let's pick a game where we can play together." He added with a faint smile.
"When are you going to Corte to visit your brother again?" Yanis asked me as we started playing together.
"Next weekend!"
"You sound excited!" He chuckled. "Are you going to see that other guy again?" He asked after a long silence.
"Ange! Why can't you remember his name?" I laughed, shaking my head. "I mean, he's my brother's roommate, so... I guess?"
"Damn! That's fucked up!"
"What? What do you mean?" I inquired with a hint of defensiveness.
"I mean, if I had a little brother and you'd nailed him behind my back, I'd be really pissed!"
"I wouldn't expect Clément to be happy about it, but I'm not planning on telling him, and neither is Ange." I answered, shrugging.
"Yeah, I bet." Yanis agreed with a smirk. He dropped the controller and stretched loudly, exposing his hairy armpits to me and involuntarily filling my nostrils with his scent. I gulped and tried to remain stoic, my senses overwhelmed and my lust skyrocketing. "Let's watch a movie!"
"What kind?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Horror?" He suggested with a wide mischievous grin.
"Okay." I faint-heartedly agreed.
Yanis' room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the bluish glow of the TV screen. The soundtrack of the horror movie we were watching was filled with ominous strings and sudden bursts of screams, but it barely registered with me. My focus kept slipping, away from the plot, away from the grainy monsters on the screen, and toward him.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward slightly, completely engrossed. His brows knitted together in concentration; his lips slightly parted as if he were bracing for the next scare. Yanis had always been like this, completely in the moment, no matter what he was doing. I wished I could say the same for myself. My thoughts were everywhere but the movie.
The soft rise and fall of his chest caught my attention first. His t-shirt clung to him in places, loose in others, and when he shifted slightly, the fabric tightened just enough to outline his shoulders and back. My gaze traced the lines of his arms, the way they flexed subtly when he adjusted his position. He'd been working out more lately, a side effect of all that rugby practice, I supposed, and it showed.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look back at the screen, but the image didn't register. My heart was pounding, and I was sure it had nothing to do with the movie.
"Did you see that?" Yanis asked suddenly, his voice low but animated. He turned to me, his dark eyes catching the light from the TV. I blinked, scrambling to refocus.
"Uh, yeah!" I said quickly, nodding. "That was... intense."
I shifted on the floor, propping myself up on one elbow, hoping the movement would mask the heat creeping up my neck. My eyes wandered again, almost involuntarily. The angle of his jaw as he tilted his head, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.
I wanted to touch him. Just the thought made my breath hitch slightly, and I quickly covered it with a cough. Still, my gaze lingered. The way his fingers tapped absently against his knee, the curve of his spine as he leaned forward again. I imagined reaching out, letting my hand brush against his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin. It was a stupid, impossible thought, but it stuck in my mind like a splinter.
I tore my eyes away from him again, forcing myself to focus on the screen. But even as the movie dragged on, my thoughts stayed with him; his laughter, his warmth, the impossible closeness of it all. And the growing distance I was afraid I'd never be able to bridge.
"I'm pretty tired, do you mind if we head off to bed?" Yanis said after the movie ended.
"Not at all, I'm tired too." I lied.
Yanis nodded and got up, walking to his wardrobe and getting a mattress out of it. He tossed it on the floor next to his bed but made a weird face. He kneeled next to it and got closer, scrunching up his nose.
"Fuck, what's that smell!" He exclaimed. "Damn, I think the cat peed on it!"
"Oh..."
Yanis looked at me with a sorry face and seemed to think about something for a second.
"I'd ask for my mother to get another one, but I don't really want to talk to her tonight to be honest." He said. "I guess you're sleeping in my bed with me."
The words dropped in my head like a bomb. I looked at Yanis and tried to convey detachment from what he just said, shrugging and making a face of indifference. If he noticed that I was inwardly exploding, he didn't show.
In one swift move, he peeled his t-shirt off his back and lowered his pants, tossing them both aside the bed. In his boxer briefs, he walked to the other side of the room and turned off the main light, only leaving the dim string of led lights by the television.
I forced myself to tear my gaze away from his body and followed his lead, stripping down to my underwear. With a deep sigh, he sank back onto the mattress, leaving me on the right side of the bed beside him. I edged closer, careful to avoid our bodies touching, and turned onto my side, facing away from him.
I closed my eyes and hoped that despite the horror movie, and despite the burning fire Yanis triggered inside of me, I would be able to fall asleep.
When I woke up, I felt a bit disoriented. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was 2 a.m. Groggily, I turned over to find Yanis sprawled on his back, snoring as if he were alone in the bed. He must have kicked me in his sleep, as his knee was pressed against my back.
I rolled my eyes when annoyance and was about to close my eyes again, trying to fall back asleep when, suddenly, something awoke in my chest. My gaze set on his flat stomach, rising and falling with each breath he took, his treasure trail going from his navel to his brief's waistband. With a dry mouth, I gulped, seeing his fat bulge tent his underwear.
`He is asleep, you can look as much as you want', the evil voice in my head told me. I sighed with frustration, trying to tear my eyes from him, but I couldn't. I knew he was circumcised, he told me so, and now I could see it. The shape of his mushroom head was clearly underlined, and I my own cock was getting rock hard. He shifted on his side, sending a glacial wind of panic inside of me, but kept snoring loudly.
I could now see the form of his heavy package. His large balls nicely filling up his briefs under the thick shaft of his meat. I looked down at my own body and saw the precum stain at the tip of my rock-hard cock, tenting my underwear. I started adjusting it, but the mere contact of my hand over my dick made me crazy. Repressing a moan, I kept pressing the palm of my hand against my shaft, closing my eyes for a second.
I was in a trance, driven crazy by lust, and when I reopened my eyes, I shamelessly stared at Yani's package while discreetly rubbing my cock. I wished I could just lower his briefs and engulf that fat dick in my mouth. I wanted him to grab my hair and forcefully shove his whole meat in my throat. I wanted to look up and meet his gorgeous eyes looking back at me with lust and purpose, ready to use me for his selfish pleasure. I dreamed of feeling how heavy his ball sack truly was in the palm of my hand and find out for myself how masculine his scent truly was.
I was getting close, my balls tightening and my pussy twitching, when Yanis shifted again. I almost jumped with surprise and took my hand out of my underwear, my heart beating so fast I couldn't even hear myself thinking. He was still asleep, but I realised I was playing a dangerous game. I knew I couldn't just fall back asleep before cuming, so I discreetly got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, crossing the corridor to lock myself in the bathroom.
There, I let out a deep sigh, cursing myself for being so fucking horny all the time. I lowered my briefs and finally felt my fingers wrap around my hard cock. As I was about to resume jerking off, something caught my attention.
On top of the dirty laundry basket, Yanis' boxer brief. I knew it was his, because I had seen him wear it multiple time. I gulped, my mind racing hard. I knew I shouldn't do it, I knew it was disrespectful, but I didn't have the force to struggle. I grabbed his boxer and slowly pressed the pouch to my face. A rush of adrenalin browsed me as my nostrils were filled with the raw scent of Yanis' cock and balls. My dick twitched in my hand and a high-pitched moan escaped my mouth.
I was like drugged with the scent, high with lust and completely out of my mind. My heart was beating fast, my temple pounding against my head, my senses overwhelmed. The only thing I could really feel was him. It was as if he were here with me, pressing his crotch directly in my slutty face. I felt weak, quickly sitting on the toilet, when a torrent of my cum splattered my stomach. I almost passed out, the underwear still firmly pressed to my nose, as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
Zeus, what a fucking slut I am.
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