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

Eli continued to tremble as his dick hardened. “Please stop. I don’t want this.”

Dimitri freed him. He didn’t want to take him by force either. He felt bad for manhandling Eli this way, but the kid had his nose wide open. He backed away. “Some other time maybe?” His answer came in the form of a fist. The preppy boy punched him in the face and then kicked his legs from under him. “Don’t you ever touch me again. I hate you.” He ran from the apartment.

“Ouch,” Dimitri said, shaking away the pain in his jaw. The lick had packed quite a wallop. And the little bastard had kicked him on his ass. He’d laugh if he didn’t hurt so badly. Dimitri struggled to sit up. “Oh?” Damn, he had a boner. He groaned and rose to his feet.

What kind of nut got turned on by physical violence? He hobbled to the kitchen and fixed an ice compress. He placed it to his jaw for a couple of minutes and then lowered his pants and placed it against his dick. He grimaced as the cold got to his skin. Maybe he’d underestimated Eli. Someone had apparently taught him how to defend himself against predators. He raised his pants, tossed the compress away, and limped back downstairs. Both Greer and Jose looked up when he entered the shop.

“What happened to you man?” Jose asked. “You look like hell.”

“I’m fine,” Dimitri lied, limping over to his station.

Greer grinned at him. “Pretty boy too much for you to handle?” Dimitri scowled at him. “I’m wearing him down.” Greer scoffed. “He hightailed it out of here like the place was on fire. You’re slipping, bro.”

Dimitri felt his jaw again. It still hurt like crazy. “I think I just went about it the wrong way. He’s the type that needs to be romanced.”

Jose laughed. “Did he hit you?”

Dimitri nodded. “I guess he didn’t appreciate my hands on his dick.”

Jose growled like a tiger. “He’s an alpha male, hombre…a seme.

You should have crawled on your knees and begged him to take you.” Dimitri frowned. What? He’d never been submissive to any man before, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Never. There’s only room for one king in my den. You’ll see, I’ll have him on his knees soon enough. But first I have to find out his last name and where he lives.”

“You can start by asking his teacher,” Greer said. “The name on that SUV he and that other violinist left in earlier said Dubisson School of Music.”

Dubisson? That was the name of his music teacher and the school he’d attended. Could it be the same? He limped over to the telephone book and looked up the school. Yes, it was the same place. Tomorrow he’d pay a visit to his teacher and catch up on old times.

Chapter Three

Eli lay in his bed angry at what had happened and angry at himself for responding to a man’s touch. What was with his body lately? He’d gotten erections around girls plenty of times since puberty, but never one so forceful. The thought shamed him. He wasn’t gay. So why had Dimitri’s touch turned him on? Even right now his cock rose at the thought of the other man and begged for relief. He shuddered and tried to shake away the idea. He didn’t want to imagine Dimitri screwing him lustfully and kissing him silly. He groaned. Why couldn’t he forget what had happened or Dimitri? A week had gone by already and he hadn’t seen him since then.

He got out of the bed because he had swimming practice. He’d gotten out of it last week, but he didn’t think he could come up with an excuse since this was the last class he’d be attending for a while.

He also had another practice with Mr. Dubisson. Today they would begin practice for the upcoming annual recital, which meant all the students would be there. Also, this year he would be performing a solo since this was his last year as a student. After thirteen years of lessons, he’d finally be graduating. And in a week he would be moving out of his parents’ home and moving into his first bachelor’s apartment. Eli was looking toward the experience with both anticipation and dread. He’d never lived on his own before, but he supposed he’d be too busy with college classes and activities to even notice.

Eli went down to breakfast after dressing. His parents were away for the weekend and Emma had his breakfast prepared and waiting for him on the table. He uncovered the dish and found sausage, eggs, and grits. In a week he’d be on his own and would have to cook for himself. Luckily he wasn’t a complete idiot in the kitchen. Emma had given him lessons over the years, and he could fix simple meals but nothing extravagant.

Eli ate his breakfast while reading the morning paper. He flipped to the entertainment section. The Seafood Festival was featuring a lot of live bands. He’d always wanted to attend one of those types of festivals, but he never seemed to have the time or anyone to go with.

Maybe he’d check it out if he could convince Justin or Henry to go along with him.

Eli cleared away his dishes, grabbed his keys, and headed out to his car. A half hour later he parked his car in a parking spot outside of Dubisson’s Music School and went inside.

A lot of the students had arrived already. Eli waved to some of them and continued to the auditorium where practice would be held.

He spotted Randall. The young man was trying to set up his music stand, but having a hard time because his hair kept getting into his eyes.

“Here, let me help you,” Eli said, tucking the long black strands behind Randall’s ears. He has soft hair. “There, that should do it.”

“Thank you,” Randall said, smiling shyly. “I didn’t have a chance to put it in a tail before