Tell Me You Don't Love Me : Part 4

CHAPTER FOUR:

“Do you enjoy this, Adam Herondale?” Tristian Smith murmured quietly in Adam's left ear as the young teenager arched up against his hand as Tristian stroked his length at a slow rate that was nearly cruel. They were lying on Tristian's queen-sized bed at nearly three in the morning, each drenched in sweat from their previous rounds of sexual activity. Now, a naked Tristian lay lightly on Adam's body as the older man gingerly kissed the boy's skin as he slowly pleasured him with an excellent handjob.

Adam's only response was the gasp heavily and thrust his hips forward, searching for friction against Tristian's hand. His action caused Tristian to grant him a half smile, although Adam hardly noticed as a thick coating of sexual desire masked his emerald green eyes.
“Say it,” Tristian muttered gently, slowing his pace and causing Adam to groan in despair.

“I'm enjoying this,” Adam whispered obediently, accepting the deep kiss that he was rewarded and shivering slightly at the increased friction between Tristian's hand and his swollen cock. He could clearly feel Tristian's growing manhood against his left leg and it was driving him crazy with pleasure. He wanted him inside him again, he wanted the man he desired to cum inside him without a condom, unlike what had happened when he had first lost his anal virginity to him.
“What do you want, Adam Herondale?” he questioned, studying Adam's pleasure filled expression.

Moaning deeply, Adam struggled to listen and respond to Tristian's words, as the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming. “Fuck me,” he growled deeply, for it was one of his most greatest desires to be filled with Tristian's manhood.
Tristian laughed halfheartedly, clearly amused by Adam's bold request.
“Do you miss the feeling of me inside of you?” he inquired curiously.
Gasping for air, Adam merely nodded.

Grasping his cock with a firmer grip, Tristian began to quickly pump at Adam's member,sending waves of pleasure of the boys body as the handjob proceeded. Precum leaked from the head of his cock and began to moisten Tristian's grip as it slipped onto the palm of his hand.
“Fuck me,” Adam begged pleadingly as he felt himself close.

Tristian only continued his hand motions, until, perhaps moments later when Adam was mere seconds away from going over the edge, he abruptly paused and released the younger boy, laughing. He stared into his curious emerald eyes and repeated that one word that had cursed Adam forever, “No.”

Adam woke with a start, and immediately recoiled from the light that appeared through the small window of his disheveled bedroom. Sighing, his gaze was directed down at his boxer shorts, where a morning hardon proudly awaited to be relieved, although, after the dream that he had just experienced, he wasn't positive that jacking off would do the trick this time, not when he had to compete with Tristian Smith touching his body instead of himself.
He sighed heavily.

It'd been three days since Tristian had taken his anal virginity, four since he had last blown him. It was becoming sexually frustrating for Adam to even think about the man he desired, as now he couldn't have them, due to Tristian's damn ass policy on second dates. He'd already fucked Adam once, and he had made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't do it again, despite the young boys most convincing pleas.

Frowning slightly, he combed a hair through his black hair in his sexual despair. His cock began to pulse hard as it grew, begging to be relieved. Although he was sexually aroused, Adam simply wasn't in the mood to pleasure himself, despite the immense heat in his pajama pants.
And so, with a frown still plastered upon his face, Adam pulled himself reluctantly off his twin bed and onto the unwelcoming floor, where he quickly redressed himself in a pair of loose jeans, in order to mask his bulging erection, and a dirty t-shirt that held the aroma of shampoo and soda. His black hair was shaggy and resembled the style that many would refer to as a bed head although with his sharp features, he could still pass as slightly representable.

Rubbing his swore eyes with his hands, Adam glanced up to notice that his phone was currently vibrating softly from the position upon his jacket that he had thrown it on when he had returned last night. When he reached over to retrieve it and read the text message he had received, he shuddered inwardly before running quickly out of the door.
It was from Oliver, and it read, “I just left Will's. Please come get me.”

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YESTERDAY:

Oliver shifted nervously outside the closed entrance of Will's small cabin that was located across town from his own home, in a region known for it's lack of population. His house, which was basically an oversized shack of a rectangular shaped, was constructed purely of the local redwoods and stained to present the natural maroon color of it's make. The black roof complimented such a feature, for it provided a solid finish as well a modern feature to the building. Beside the cabin, perhaps only several yards away, across the dirt driveway, was a field that was perhaps the size of a common parking lot. It was home to Will's three Arabian horses: a black gelding known as Charger and a buskin mare named Trinity as well as her young foal, the cherry coated Matthew.

Clothed in common blue jeans as well as a thin, black jacket, Oliver glanced warily around him. Although he was comfortable with Will in scenery of the farm, being at his house suddenly struck him with overwhelming doubt as he impatiently waited for the front door to open.
It did only moments later, revealing the half-naked William standing in a completely relaxed stance with merely a snow white towel covering his body from the waist down. Water drenched his hair and applied a light coating to the surface of his skin.
He was beautiful, nearly breathtaking, and stunned Oliver immediately. And William knew it, for the expression in his electric blue eyes told him that.

“Oliver,” William smiled pleasantly as he studied his student casually and leaned lightly against the door frame, indicating that he wasn't yet inviting the younger boy into his home. He seemed to be acting as though he didn't notice that Oliver was shifting nervously, forcing himself to remain still as his trainer stood before him in an exposed view.

“Hey, Will,”: Oliver replied in a voice that was hardly louder than that of a soft murmur.
“What are you doing here?”

Swallowing hard, Oliver glanced up hesitantly at him, his heart dropping. “I called a few hours ago. I had a fight with Adam and you said that I could come over if I needed to talk to somebody,” he muttered in a small voice, frowning slightly.
William paused briefly then laughed at himself. “My apologies, I haven't had much sleep the last couple of days, with a major jumping competition arriving and as a result, my memory has gone completely to hell.”
“I could just go,” Oliver suggested.

As he turned to leave, William reached out a grasped his shoulder, causing Oliver to flinch slightly and his heart to pound with sudden excitement, though he was released as soon as he turned back to face his trainer once more. “No,” Will said with a small smile, “you can stay. Just forget what I said over the past view minutes and get your ass in this house before I have to drag you inside.”

Although the fierceness of his voice wasn't serious, Oliver shuddered once more, suddenly fearful of the trainer that he had come to admire over the time that he had come to known him. Brushing past Will at a distance was close enough where he could feel the heat of the older boy's body even through the thick material of his clothing, Oliver entered the cabin and gazed curiously around.

It hardly looked any larger than it did outside. The bed, which was only slightly larger than that of a twin bed, was pulled up against the wall vertically to provide space for the small living room on the left side of the cabin. The exposed kitchen, which was located to the left, consisted of a square-shaped, simple table with two matching chairs, three stained cupboards, and the essentials. There was no walls separating any room, although the bathroom was customarily shielded in the protection of a closed oak door. Despite the fact that it was clean, Oliver was positive that his father wouldn't approve of such a home for his son's riding trainer, although he hardly knew at the time.

Oliver frowned to himself, shaming himself for being afraid. William had only ever expressed compassion for his student's work, he encouraged him, and when Oliver needed him, he was always there to listen or lend some much needed advice. William had never showed any qualities of anger nor annoyance, only understanding and acceptance to each thing that was presented to him, either directly or indirectly. Oliver had no reason to be fearful for his trainer, for William had shown repeatedly that he could be trusted.
“So are you alright?” Will asked compassionately as he took his place at one of the two chairs.

Oliver shrugged slightly, cautiously sitting at the end of Will's folded out bed on the opposite of the room, placing his elbows heavily on his knees and dropping his head in the palms of his hands with a sigh of exhaustion. “He just doesn't get it.”
“What exactly isn't he getting?” Will asked and Oliver was suddenly reminded of the fact that the fight with Adam was about him, William. He knew nothing about it, for Oliver had never explained what exactly the fight was about.

Oliver swallowed hard, trying to conjure a cover-story. “There's this girl that he likes, Maria. She's beautiful, intelligent, and a really great person,” he explained slowly, replacing the true character with a fictional one. “I really, really like her and I nearly always talk about her. Adam doesn't feel the same way. He thinks she's trying to use me or bend my will by making me fall for her. He doesn't understand how much I really want to be with her even though it's impossible and it's never going to happen, despite how many times I day dream. He says I should get over her and move on.”

William nodded slightly with a small smile. “How come I've never heard of her?”
“I was trying to keep it to myself,” Oliver lied warily. “I didn't want it to spread.”

Nodding once more, Will suddenly shook his head. “Clearly he hasn't took the time to understand why you like this girl so much, or perhaps he has his own feelings for her and wishes to keep her to himself. Whatever the reason, he clearly isn't being a supporting friend. If I was you, I'd get rid of him. I”m not saying that you should, being as you guys are nearly brothers.”

“Why won't he try?” Oliver muttered. “Why doesn't he want to understand why I like him so much?”
Silence masked the room for moments as Will granted Oliver a most curious look. “Him?”
Shit, shit, shit, Oliver thought to himself.

Laughing halfheartedly, Oliver shook his head. “I meant her, sorry.”
Oliver sighed as William nodded slowly, appearing to be convinced by his lies.
“Hey, how about we watch a movie and you can get your mind of Adam for at least a few hours?” William suggested warmly with a small smile. “I'll even cancel the lesson today and we'll just hang out so you can feel better and we don't bring all your good talent to hell.”
Oliver gave him a small smile. “I'd like that.”

William nodded and moved to retrieve the stack of movies that he currently owned and returned to place them on the bed before Oliver and sat beside him, with the movies between them. There were a total of perhaps ten, and they were nearly all old action films that could hardly entertain a young teenager with their horrible animations, but nonetheless the one that Oliver chose was one of them.

“This one,” he stated, handing it to William.
Will's eyebrows rose. “This has to be some kind of a joke.”
“Why?”
“You're a teenager and you chose this, this,” William explained with convincing terror.
“I'm not a teenager,” Oliver said defensively. “I'm nineteen, which means that I am at the age to be considered an adult.”
“I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman,” William mocked with a small smile.
“Oh, shut up,” Oliver growled.
“Fine,” Will said with an amused laugh, “but then you have to go put this in the player.”
“Deal,” Oliver agreed, reaching for the movie, but as he grabbed it, his hand grazed past Will's and their eyes connected instantly with a similar expression. It lasted a total of five seconds and by the time it was over, Oliver was already pushed against the bed with a gentleness and William was laying gently on top of him.

Still gazing into Oliver's eyes, William mentally asked for permission and Oliver nodded, understanding the silent words of his trainer. Slowly, William's face moved towards Oliver's, causing both of their hearts to pound as their lips connected with a firm, but gentle kiss that deepened as it continued to the point where they were exploring each others mouths with their tongues as though they had been born to do so.

Oliver couldn't believe it. He was kissing William. William! His life dream had finally come complete but when William began to grind gently against his body, wishing to further deepen the sexual contact, he suddenly panicked, not wanting it to happen. And he didn't want to admit the reason as to why he didn't want it, for he figured that it was simply impossible. It couldn't be possible.
“Stop,” Oliver muttered as William's had reached for the buckle of his jeans.

Hesitating, William gazed into his student's eyes. “What?”

“I said stop,”Oliver repeated, pushing him firmly off him before running frantically toward the door with William's voice calling behind him.

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When Adam's black truck pulled up to the gravel road that was perhaps ten miles from William's house, Oliver glanced up with mild fear from where he sat on the lowest branch of a large tree. Although his golden eyes searched for Adam's, his friend refused to make eye contact as he gently closed the driver side door behind him and leaned against the frame of the truck, staring at the ground as he did so.

Silence masked the area around them, as the two remained at a distance of perhaps three meters.
“What happened?” Adam questioned suddenly, still staring at the ground as he asked the question.

Oliver frowned to himself, and shivered slightly, before answering, “I don't know.”
Adam nodded. “Did you fuck him?”
Gasping in surprise, Oliver glared at his best friend for accusing him doing such a thing, although, when he thought about it, he could hardly blame him. He always talked about what it would be like to be with William in that way, it was reasonable for Adam to question about it. Furthermore, he nearly had done so.

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head and ignoring the surprised glance that Adam directed at him.
“Then why did you call me?” Adam muttered in return.
“I don't know,”Oliver whispered with a small sigh. “Maybe, because I want your forgiveness?”

Adam fell silent as he began shaking his head once more. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” Oliver responded gently.
“Then tell me why you aren't with him right now and you're with me.”
“I,” Oliver hesitated, for he knew all too well how enraged his friend would be when he learned the truth. “I kissed him. I know what you're thinking, but I still did it. And then—.”
“Then?”
“I ran away,” he concluded, shuddering as he glanced up to meet Adam's emerald eyes for the first time since he arrived.
Adam frowned. “Why?”

“I have my reasons,” Oliver murmured in a defensive tone, fearing that Adam would be able to read his mind as he had been able to with perfection only a week before. He didn't want his friend to learn the truth of his new, inner feelings, for he knew that it would merely complicated an already overly-complicated situation.
Raising his thin eyebrows, Adam accepted his friends answer and fell silent once more.
“What do you want me to do?” he murmured gently moments later.

Oliver sighed heavily as the conversation moved into a more serious depth. “I don't want anything from you. I don't expect anything from you. I still don't agree that you should have been that angry, but I don't want to fight about it anymore. I understand your perspective and I'm glad that you're a good enough friend to care that much even if it made me angry.”
Adam nodded slightly, giving no indication of his thoughts.

“And I want to apologize,” Oliver continued. “I'm sorry for doing that to you. I assure you that I wasn't in any harm, but I understand now.”
His friend nodded, turning away from him suddenly. Oliver was suddenly fearful that he was rejecting his apology, but when Adam opened the driver side door and turned to him with a small, forgiving smile, he knew he was wrong. “Are you coming or not?”

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“So how was it?” Adam questioned curiously as he casually nibbled on a french fire. After having dropped the subject of William nearly entirely upon their arrival at a small restaurant nearby, Adam suddenly couldn't contain his curiosity of the truth behind William's sexuality.
Across the small, wooden table looking highly uncomfortable, Oliver played nervously with the half empty bottle of ketchup as he considered his answer, all the while refusing to maintain eye contact with his best friend.
“Nice, I guess,” he responded in a hardly audible tone. “He was gentle and he didn't push.”

“You learned that in five minutes?” Adam questioned doubtfully.
Oliver shrugged indifferently. “There's a lot about Will that combats with the way he is sexually. He was gentle in the beginning, he asked if he could continue, he didn't try and force it. I have known his longer than five minutes, Adam. It's not only my sexual experience with him that matters.”
Adam shrugged, dropping the subject.
“What?” Oliver questioned.

“I just don't understand how someone could like him that much,” he responded gently, the memories of Tristian Smith still hanging vividly within his mind. “Sex is just sex, I don't understand why people try and make it into some kind of connection. Just because you, for instance, give your virginity to someone and it seems like they might like you because they made a few exceptions, you shouldn't expect more than that. Sex is just sex, no matter if you're a virgin or if you've fucked a million people, there's nothing special about it.”
Oliver's eyebrows rose at his friends logic. “Would you say it would be special if I slept with you?”

Adam's heart stopped momentarily, but he easily covered it. “No, because it would never happen.”
“Why do you say that?” Oliver inquired.
“I'm out of your league,” his friend claimed with a small smile.