HOW LONG DID IT TAKE to fall in love? How many years… No, how many months? How many days—how many minutes?
No, no, no, I wasn’t feeling anything.
What should I do?! I couldn’t feel something for him! How could I face everyone if I did?!
“I emailed you the slides,” Tem said over the phone. “Just do the report like I told you. You were away for a while, so there’s a lot of homework.”
“Fuck, there’s so much,” I complained.
“I’ll help you! Just share the slides with me.”
“Thanks, man,” I said, hanging up the phone and turning to look at the schoolwork on my laptop. It was a good thing Chay remembered to grab it for me, otherwise I’d be done for; I had a mountain of work piled up. I didn’t know how many years it’d take to get through all of this, but the professor had set deadlines for Monday and Tuesday. I was going to die!
“Hia, I’m going out with Tee and the rest,” Chay said. I nodded. It was the weekend, so I should have been working, but Mr. Korn was letting me take a break. It was probably out of sympathy—both for my battered body and the unimaginable amount of university work hanging over my head.
I opened the slides and slowly read through each unit. Honestly, my major was more focused on practical work, but I’d disappeared for so many days that I had to make up for it in other ways. What I hated the most was all the busywork—especially analyzing data.
Fuck! I’m so fucking stressed out!
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TEM: I shared all the info with you.
PORSCHE: Got it, I’m stressed just seeing it!
TEM: Just keep at it, you’ll be done in no time.
PORSCHE: Jom, you better come help me.
TEM: Do you want to just pass, or do you want a good score?
PORSCHE: I’m so fucking stressed! As long as it gets done, I’ll take whatever help I can get!
JOM: Sure! I’ll help you, my friend :) *video file attached*
TEM: Bastard, what did you send?! I’m at a food stall! The moaning is so loud, you fucker!
JOM: I’m helping Porsche relax. One round to clear his head :) then everything will go smoothly. lol
I frowned before pressing play on Jom’s video, but when it loaded the image on the phone screen made me smirk. Now that’s what I’m talking about! I pushed myself away from my laptop, glanced at the door to make sure it was locked, then sat down. I leaned back against the headboard and watched the video intently. Fuck homework!
Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t jerked off in ages. Maybe that’s why my thoughts had been so strange, all that crazy shit about Kinn. Now I could finally relax and get some sense back!
“Ah… Ah… Mmm!”
I smiled at the image of the porn star masturbating onscreen. I licked my lips and reached down into my sweatpants, taking myself in hand and slowly stroking.
I focused on the screen in front of me. The video kept playing as my hand tried to get my cock interested. My mind clearly comprehended the images in front of me, but I just wasn’t feeling excited by the sexy chick in the video at all. I bit my lower lip, moving my wrist in a rhythm that I’d always liked…
“Argh!” I snarled in frustration. My body wouldn’t fucking cooperate! No matter how hot the woman in front of me was, I wasn’t feeling anything. Maybe I was too stressed out about my report.
I closed my eyes to try once again. This time, I tugged my sweatpants down past my dick and increased the pace.
I furrowed my brow, looking at the actress with no results. Starting to feel suspicious, I closed out of Jom’s video. It could be I just didn’t like her moves. I’d fucking change the channel, then! I went to my usual website, clicking on a video I knew I would enjoy.
This time I’d watch something with both partners right in the middle of it. I’d get in the mood faster that way. I skipped to the middle, watching the actor snap his hips into the actress’s body. I felt my blood begin to pump, arousal building up inside me. I started to move my wrist again.
The woman moaned wantonly underneath the man. My eyes strayed from her to the guy: muscular, good-looking, sweat glistening on his skin. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. The man’s body and his passionate movements called to mind the image of a certain someone… That bastard Kinn!
I swallowed hard and shook my head to chase away the thought, but I couldn’t look away from those fit abs and his blissed-out face. I was absorbed in the scene onscreen, watching the guy fuck, and the image started to overlap with Kinn’s face in my mind. I began to pant, my heart beating erratically, and just like that—my dick woke up.
I slowly loosened my grip, not wanting to accept the state I was in. But fuck—if I didn’t get some release, I’d just be uncomfortable, right?
I took a deep breath and resigned myself to my fate, pumping my cock fast and letting my mind fill with images of Kinn. I couldn’t stop myself.
Fuck! What am I doing?! I bit my lip hard. The closer I got to coming, the more I thought of his face, and the more I remembered his scent and his touch. I gripped my phone tightly. The images on the screen were no longer important to me. My focus drifted away from the video, toward the images in my mind…
Just a bit more…
I felt a throb low in my gut and my ass. I didn’t know when I’d begun to feel such intense sensations.
I’m so close… Hnng…
Rrrrrrrr! My phone buzzed.
“Fuck!” I swore. My hand stopped abruptly as I came back to my senses, mentally cursing at myself. What the fuck are you doing, Porsche?!
I gulped again, not wanting to believe what I had just done, and angrily picked up my phone. My eyes widened in surprise as I recognized each digit of the number, a chill spreading through my body. I wanted to hit my head against the wall—it was like the universe knew Kinn would torment me with what I had just done.
I pressed the answer button, sweat starting to form on my skin despite the chill from the air conditioning.
“What took you so long?”
I almost stopped breathing as soon as I heard the voice on the other end. “What do you want?” I asked, barely managing to stop my voice from trembling.
“What are you doing?” Kinn asked. His question made me look down to my still-hard cock. Mortified, I covered it up with a blanket.
“My report,” I answered brusquely, my heart hammering nonstop.
“Hmm… Ah…”
I froze as Kinn groaned at the other end of the call. I bit my lip hard and tried to control my breathing.
“What the hell are you moaning for, Kinn?!” I snapped, remembering the pile of reports next to me to distract myself from him.
“I’m just adjusting my posture—why?” Kinn answered flatly.
“What do you want?” I asked, googling scary pictures to get myself out of the mood.
“Come see me tonight.”
“No! Your father said I could have today off,” I replied.
“I gave you my orders yesterday,” Kinn insisted stubbornly.
“I’m off duty today! I’m not even done with my schoolwork, you bastard!” I stared at some scenes from a horror movie until my strange feelings began to die down.
“Then bring your reports here,” Kinn said.
“What?! No! I’m not going! Bye!”
I hung up the phone and heaved a sigh. That was fucking awful—how could I have done that? I couldn’t ever do it again! If Kinn’s image popped up in my head like that again, I’d die!
I got up from the bed to wash my face, the cold water bringing me back to my senses.
There was a knock at the door. I pulled at my hair in frustration. What was it with today? I calmed down and went to open the door.
“There’s…someone here to see you,” Pol said, glancing backward. I looked behind him and smiled awkwardly at my visitor.