EJ
Connor had not said a word to me since I had let him go earlier and simply strolled out of the cabin to the dining hall.
I knew it seemed chaste and ignorant of me to simply let him go after it seemed for a good second he was willing to fold into my kiss, but with the image of him in his questionable underwear still very imprinted in my head I feared I would want a lot more than kissing very fast.
Connor in a thong was an experience. I knew his body was great. I had seen glimpses of it back at the locker rooms when we got changed or showered but everything was always censored. Now to step out and see him fully on display did things to my dick that should have been considered illegal.
He was masculine. Extremely so. I could see every ripped muscle on his back that made my own seem childish. His arse was incredibly juicy which made what I saw when we wore his uniform shorts make so much more sense. He had great thighs, the type I could imagine my body perfectly in between and when he turned around. The front of his thong that covered the little bit of modesty left in diamonds I nearly died.
I did not know what strength I had gotten to not throw myself down on my knees in front of him, rip the little strings holding everything together off and have my way with him with my mouth. Maybe those few times we had been dragged to church had paid off because something else was truly guiding me away from danger.
Connor was embarrassed and I, being who I was, always had to take a step further. However! My plan was not to kiss him but there was something that turned me on when he became violently angry the way he had. He had a fuse shorter than Pa when one of us stole his favorite dessert.
My smile continued to linger on my lips as I entered the dining hall. I knew Connor did not follow me. I did not hear his footsteps once. I guessed my kiss had shocked the gay into him.
A part of me knew if he missed breakfast it would all be my fault therefore I picked up two plates and mounted food. I was not sure if he would like everything but it was better to be safe than sorry. I knew he liked his coffee black which was the one thing I was confident about.
When he finally did arrive, his face blank despite the fact it was a bright red, I felt a tremor go through my body. How was I going to survive the next three weeks with him when one night had completely disarmed me?
The kitchen was already packing the buffet and I could see the look of dread in his eyes.
"Connor," I waved my hand and pointed to his plate of food. I could see partial relief in his eyes but as usual it was never met with kindness.
"Did you poison it?" He eyed the plate once he sat down.
"If I wanted to kill you I'd use your thong to strangle you," I guffawed and it was like seeing a Bull come alive.
"How many times must I explain!"
"Yes, yes, Lottie changed your underwear I get it I'm just being a dick," I grinned before munching on my toast.
He stared at me for a long time before he started eating. We both kept pretty silent even though the dining hall around us was still buzzing. "Did you get me food to make yourself look better in front of Ollie?"
"I couldn't give two shits about Ollie," I rolled my eyes, "I know how you get when you don't eat. Ted was bruised for a month because he got you a streak the size of your palm when you were starving."
"It was for a child," just talking about it seemed to make him fume, "no one would be happy with that shit."
A smile spread across my lips as I looked onto the pouting man. "Did I make your coffee right?"
"Honey." My heart ceased for a second thinking he had used a term of endearment to address me. "You used honey. I always use honey. Are you stalking me?"
"I once saw you use it when we were in Argentina," I shrugged, "I have much better things to do than stalk you."
"Like kissing me," his eyes were so intense across the table that my usual water over my back attitude stunted painfully. I hoped it would be another one of our arguments that just got swept under the rug but it seemed Connor had woken up and chosen more violence than usual.
"Kissing you is to pass time. I'd rather kiss a mushroom infected log," I folded my arms across my chest.
He hummed before he took a large gulp of his coffee, finishing it in one go. "Then never kiss me again. I can only suffer so many nightmares before I need to be admitted to a psych ward."
I let out a loud laugh gaining attention from people around us before I shook my head. "Now that you say that I'll kiss you a lot more. Maybe then I can get a nicer deputy captain who actually likes the fact I was born."
"A cold day in hell," he snapped, "don't think a little kiss will deter me. You kiss like a wet eel. In fact an otter."
"And how would you know what it's like to kiss an eel and an otter! What do you do in your spare time Connor? You could get arrested for making out with animals."
"I don't consider you to be a human to begin with therefore you're all the experience I need," he grinned, "Lottie kisses like a fucking eager dolphin on heat. It's fucking disgusting."
The laugh that escaped me was so unexpected that it seemed to amuse Connor as he chuckled with me. His eyes for once showing a hint of kindness.