Succulent blushes caked his lips winding through his core then pillowing into a set of genitals. The vapors from her perfume floated in the shower as they wouldn't leave the other alone. It was Valentine's Day, and she needed a whole lot of love.
On his foot were a pair of panties stenciled with some floral pattern along the edges. A hand reached out leaving his nostrils to flare, awaiting their scent, but heard the subtle groan from the other end of the bed causing him to forget the venture. Instead the recipient, who also acted as the tormentor, returned to her side wrapping his arms around her toned stomach. He sought out the little deformities, like the mole beneath her left breast, or birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon that emphasized the tantalizing curve to her buttocks. This spectacle on display for his wandering eyes choked his throat with saliva.
Moving for the kill, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.
'I guess this would be too much so early.'
At first he had initialized their conduct at the school but soon after carried her to his home. There she flung herself at him full force, aggressively taking position for the entirety of the night before. Hours must have gone by until she fell in a heap beside him, breath ragged with light moans echoing off the poster clade walls. Ailments that did their work in hiding the anger enacted fissures on the surface.
His hand brushed away her forehead giving a clear spot for where he could touch down. A motion that resulted in another grunt as she kicked out the sheets covering her half of the bed. The shortness of her hair was certainly a great way to see her face more clearly, but he constantly felt the need to grab something longer at points.
About to rouse her from hibernation, he saw the flashing red battery icon of his phone, tossed onto the nightstand along with his keys and wallet. The juice must've been sucked dry especially without it being charged for three days straight. Sighing to himself, Jacob chastised himself for his constant game playing on the device.
He picked up his phone seeing that Sam's phone was also red, considering he ought to be off for school in the next bit, Jacob connected her phone into the socket. He would just have to borrow his Dad's for the day settling in the library during lunch so as not to leave his device unattended.
Jacob left the bed then jolted to a green hand-molded bowl filled with a mountain of pens, each a different hue for its ink. Carefully, the boy withdrew a pen from the container, it took twice before he recovered one belonging to the correct color. This bowl sat near his gaming setup which was made manifest with a computer as well as three subsequent monitors allowing for an immense catalog of uses. From there, the scribbling of a note took place, one which was taped to Sam's currently charging phone so she could see the message whenever she awakened.
"Left for school. Don't worry, dad gone, can leave whenever."
He stared at the short message feeling it was too little and bare for the girl he had slept with. Tapping the end of the pen to his cheek for a second an idea popped into his mind allowing him to come to a conclusion. "Had fun, let's meet later." Good enough. It would do for now, he was already two hours late and could predict the brewing argument in Kage's mind as soon as he arrived at the academy's gates.
Tiptoeing to the bathroom he briefly washed his face then brushed his teeth. He checked the sides of his jawline judging that no one would notice if he had shaved or not, then took a whiff of the B.O. coming from his pits. Flinging open a drawer he produced a can of spray sticking it into the affected points, hesitation occurred as he glanced at the spot underneath his trousers. Jacob took the bullet spraying his genitals with a chilly gasp.
Dressed for the day he rushed down the winding staircase feeding directly into the kitchen, shutting his bedroom's door, Jacob made for a quiet departure. Detouring for a snack, he withdrew some loaves of bread and scarfed them down alongside a glass of milk as well as a stick of butter. Thoroughly satiated, Jacob closed the fridge door to be surprised by his father sitting perpendicular to him at the kitchen table. A tablet served to obscure the scrutinizing gaze of his eyes beneath a windblown set of hair. The forever standing scowl sculpted into his face, unable to be removed since the time of the woman's death, eased the boy into forcing his own gaze at the floor. Although he had no ability to speak of, proven by thorough examinations, he may as well have one with the way he could sneak up on anyone.
Jacob snatched his bag from the sofa, flinging his uniform coat on simultaneously. At the door, in record time, he was close to leaving without a single reaction from the man grumbling under the snorts from his nose, until he spoke, "So, is it your mother or aunt this time?" The inconsequential question was followed up by a sip of tea, coffee elevated his blood pressure too much so provoked his obsession with tasting exquisite alternatives. Tea being one of them with its own tightly locked cabinet where an array of blends resided in a segregated colony of their own.
A clasped fist fell on the door banging its way to Jacob's insisting anger. His father knew how to get him to buckle as well as every way to turn him inside out. The man's insanity to perceive deeper in what his child was pondering grew immense to now the mere waft of the man's ocean spray cologne, which smelled only of dried seaweed, upset the boy's stomach.
"I gotta go. See ya tonight." Jacob was half out the door when his father dumped the contents of his glass on the table. Turning around he was just in time to see it shatter on the floor sending a mess of shards about the kitchen.
The father straightened his back, gaze yet to break from the tablet's surface. "What a mess. Can't say I'm so shocked to see you get violent with your own father, but go on your day I'll just have to ask that girl if she could help in your stead." Jacob slammed the door shut then rushed to his side about ready to throttle the graying man however was able to reign himself back from murder. His proclivity to search for the resolve in cowardness allowed the boy to stop short of his reaching claws.
"You sta-" His father grabbed him by the wrist, digging the ends of his nails into the pronounced veins. His hands were of a handyman, scraped and as rough as 60 grit sandpaper. They demanded a person's undivided attention unless they were tempting how wide of a surface their span could smack on. For a second, no longer and no shorter, was the hand left on Jacob's pulse analyzing the beat to his heart as it drastically picked up in pace.
Finally ascertaining the answer, his father let go but the scowl behind that device deepened. Jacob averted his expression from being read, understanding only further judgment would be passed.
"Fucking disgusting." Jacob ran from under his inescapable purview, no longer caring for the woman he left in his bedroom. By the time he was down the block he doubted he would even remember the purpose they shared. Again, his father discovered the shameful cowardly self-possessed in his son. Jacob wished to tera his own face away as the memory crawled up like the maggots from his mother's chest stretched corpse. Sam may very likely become another to add to the never-ending stockpile.