Mark Me, Shawn Bailey [classic novels for teens .TXT] 📗

“I’m looking forward to hearing you perform at the recital. Your parents must be very proud of you.”

“His father is a judge,” Mr. Dubisson said. “And yes, they are very proud of him.”

Dimitri raised an eyebrow.

Eli looked away. If Mr. Dubisson didn’t stop singing his praises, he was going to choke him. Dimitri just seemed to take all the information in, smiling sweetly at him. Eli’s cock stretched in his briefs, more furiously than it had for Randall. He’d pay for the psychiatrist himself. Someone had to cure him of this new passion he’d acquired.

“Everyone take your seats,” Mr. Dubisson finally said. He turned to Dimitri. “You can sit in the booth upstairs behind the bandstand,” he told him. “You can get a perfect view of the students from there and the acoustics are great in that room.” He led Dimitri to the room and then returned to begin the practice.

Eli peered upstairs briefly and then raised his violin. It was a long, grueling two hours, and once it ended, he gathered his things and hightailed it out of the school and to his car. He didn’t expect to find Dimitri leaning against it. How did the man know which car belonged to him?

“What kind of parents give an eighteen-year-old a BMW?” Dimitri asked.

“Kiss off,” Eli said, opening the backseat and gently placing his violin case inside.

Dimitri didn’t appear offended by the rebuff. “I’d rather kiss you,” Dimitri said.

Eli nearly bumped his head on the top of the door when Dimitri said this to him. He looked around nervously, afraid their conversation might be overheard. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came by to say hello to Mr. Dubisson. I never dreamed I’d run into you here.”

“Liar,” Eli said, closing the back door.

Dimitri chuckled.

The chuckle did annoying things to the pit of Eli’s stomach.

“You have a nasty little temper and one mean right punch.” He moved his jaw around with his hand as he leaned against Eli’s car.

“I hope you didn’t come here for an apology?”

“Nope, I came to invite you on a date.”

Eli frowned at him. “Then you wasted your time. I don’t date men.”

“I’ll remind you of that tonight when I’m thrusting inside of you.” Eli felt his eyes widen and his dick move.

“Awe, come on. How are we going to get to know each other if we don’t spend some time together?”

“I don’t like you,” Eli lied. “You can save yourself the trouble.” Thrusting?

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I am not.”

“Oh, well. It’s probably my imagination. Hmm, since I can’t convince you, I wonder if I can get Randall to accompany me to the French Quarter Seafood Festival.”

Eli glared at him. “Don’t you dare go near him.” Dimitri chuckled. “Ah, did I touch a nerve? Do you like him too?

He is something special with all that black hair and big blue eyes.” There was no way he was going to let Dimitri get his hands on his friend. “Randall’s not like that.”

“How do you know?” Dimitri asked. “Have you ever tried to kiss him?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. You’re the only one…”

“You’ve ever kissed. I’m flattered.”

“Lean off my car.”

“Not until you agree to go out with me tonight. I promise not to try to hold your hand or kiss you while we’re in public.” Some of the other students appeared in the parking lot. Eli looked around nervously.

“We’re just talking,” Dimitri said. “There’s nothing to get nervous about. Please go with me. You’ll hear some great music and eat seafood.”

He knew the ball was in his court. “Will you remove the tattoos if I go with you?”

“Yes,” Dimitri said.

Eli raised an eyebrow. Dimitri had answered too quickly and he didn’t really trust him.

“You’re hesitating. Are you afraid your parents won’t let you go?”

“They’re out of town for the weekend,” Eli said. “And I don’t need their permission.”

“Good. Then I’ll pick you up around six.” Dimitri leaned off the car.

“But you don’t know where I live.”

Dimitri smiled sheepishly. “I found you here, didn’t I?” Eli frowned. Yes, he had. “Then I better give you my number.

Call me when you get to the gate so I can let you in.”

“You have a gate? I suppose you have guards too.” Eli didn’t confirm or deny the statement.

“Wow. Do your parents expect some big bad wolf to come and steal away their precious baby?” he teased.

“Yes,” Eli answered walking around to the driver’s side and opening the door. “Be on time. I hate to be kept waiting.” Dimitri bowed gallantly. “Wear something comfortable, like jeans,” he said once Eli was safely in the car and rolled down the window. “I hate slacks.”

Eli started the engine, glared at him, and drove off.

* * * *

Luck was with him, and he didn’t have to make an excuse for not getting into the pool. The coach had left a message on his phone that class had been cancelled. This gave Eli a couple of hours to relax and prepare for his date. He groaned at the thought. He couldn’t nice this up any way he looked at it. He and Dimitri weren’t friends. So what were they?

Eli couldn’t believe that he was wasting his time trying to put a label on their relationship, because they weren’t in one. He’d accompany Dimitri to the festival, hear some music, eat some food, and then have the tattoos removed. After that he planned never to see him again. He sighed. Why didn’t he believe himself? And why did his heart gallop whenever Dimitri came near?

Eli walked into his bedroom. It was still early, so he had enough time to pick out something suitable to wear. He smirked, looking over the assortment of dress slacks in his closet. He had entertained the idea of wearing his high school uniform just to irritate Dimitri. That would probably get him a lot of strange looks from the tourists. The two of them would surely stick out like a sore thumb by their