Chapter 4: Lucius Valerius.

(Elian’s POV) 

The sky was gloomy. It was early enough that classes hadn't started, yet late enough that I knew Lucius couldn’t be at the campus gym. The only place he could possibly be would be the study room in Building One. 

If he was even there. The study room wasn’t a regular spot for Lucius. What were the odds he would be there this morning? 

If I was to go on my current luck, very slim. 

With a sigh, I tried to boost my mood as I entered the elevator. Maybe I would be lucky and Lucius would be there.

Or not. 

My eyes scanned around the room, disappointment cementing in my gut as my search came up empty. 

It seemed like today wasn’t my day—

I beamed the moment I spotted Lucius at the far corner of the room. 

He was here. 

Whirling away from the door, I stole a glance at myself at a nearby window. I looked normal. I got the milk out of my bag. 

Mentally begging myself not to embarrass myself in front of Lucius, I went to where he was. 

Ordinarily, I would never be this forward, but the ordeal of the previous night forced things into perspective for me. I could either stay at the sidelines pining after Lucius or I could put myself in front of him to be seen. 

And I wanted Lucius to see me. So much that I hushed my nerves and stood at his side. 

Lucius did not glance up from his book till I cleared my throat. Then, he looked up. 

I swallowed. Lucius was drop dead gorgeous. Sometimes I wondered how the hell he was real.

His hair was a deep shape of red, dark enough to be called auburn. It was impeccably styled, the soft looking locks falling just above his slate grey eyes. 

Lucius’s pointed, perfectly straight nose sloped down to his wide, expressive lips. I wondered how it would be to kiss him, to know firsthand how soft they felt. His jaw was just as perfect as the rest of his face, diamond cut and hard. 

My eyes trailed down to his body. Today, he had on a black button up shirt and dark wool trousers.

“Can I help you?” Lucius said, his voice cool. His accent was so cultured, almost haughty.

“H-hi.” I stuttered. “I d-don’t know if you remember me, b-but I’m Elian.”

Lucius tilted his head to the side, regarding me silently for a long moment. I fought the urge to squirm, failing miserably as intense grey eyes drilled into my body. 

“I remember you.” He said finally. “What do you want?”

“Nothing! I um, I just came to say hi.” I set the milk drink beside him on the table. “I-I got this for you. It’s really good. I hope you like it.”

Lucius spared a glance at the drink, not moving to touch it. “Thanks.”

The word was clipped. Lucius’s dismissal became more evident as he turned back to his open textbook.

The Elian before last night would have run away, his tail between his legs. This Elian sat next to Lucius even as everything screamed at me to leave while my dignity was still intact. 

A flesh-light would have more dignity than you. 

Shaking off the memory of my fantasy from the previous night, I set my bag on the table after taking out my notes. 

The atmosphere surrounding Lucius basically said fuck off in all caps. 

What was wrong? Was something bothering Lucius? Or someone, namely me? 

Maybe I should go. Lucius was clearly in a bad mood, considering how cold and curt he had been with me. 

I felt my shoulders slump. The last time I had seen Lucius on campus, he had actually smiled at me. Or had he? Had he been smiling at someone else and I had just been in the way? 

I felt my mood plummet. Maybe I had misunderstood the whole thing. If Lucius had smiled at me then, wouldn’t he be friendlier today?

That may be, but I was here now. If I didn’t use this rare opportunity, when next would I get to be this close to Lucius?

I smiled as I recalled we had a shared class in about ten minutes. We could walk to the auditorium together. 

Bracing myself I asked, my voice coming out shy. “Hey, I think we have a class together in five minutes?”

Lucius looked at me blankly. “We do?”

“Y-yes, health class? I saw your name on the course group, so um, do you want to go with me? To class?”

Lucius glanced down at the leather watch on his left wrist. “Okay.”

I cheered internally. “Okay. Uh, we should get going.”

Lucius stood to his feet, stretching to his full, impressive height. Goddamn, he was tall. I wanted to climb him like a spider monkey. I watched him slip on his long, black coat, trying not to drool. 

“Let’s go.” Lucius prompted. I started with a flush. 

“R-right. Sorry.” I put on my bag, following behind him. 

The ride down the elevator was quiet. I couldn’t squelch the excitement that grew the longer I stayed close to Lucius. My heart beat madly in my chest, and I was so flushed my face felt unbearably warm. 

We covered the long distance from Building One to Building Three. Outside, the skies were still unfavorable. Wind picked up, making my shoulder length hair fly. 

Butterflies kept fluttering in my stomach, and the tips of my fingers tingled with the urge to touch him. 

I contented myself with my imagination. Deliberately staying half a step behind Lucius, I imagined intertwining our hands together and walking side by side, like a couple. 

My imaginings made me giddy. Without intending to, I giggled. 

Lucius stopped walking, his attention snapping to me. The second Lucius’s eyes fell on me, I sobered.

Lucius’s gaze lingered on my unruly hair. Self-consciously, I patted it. “I-it’s really windy today.”

He took off something from his left wrist, handing it to me. I accepted it reflexively, confused when I saw a hair tie. 

Why did he carry a hair tie around? His hair was short. Was it… did he carry it around for the person he liked? 

A girl? 

Did he have a girlfriend? 

My bright spirits dimmed slightly. Of course he had a girlfriend. Someone as hot as Lucius would have people lining up for a chance to go out with him. 

We arrived at the auditorium late, and so we had to take a seat at the far left.

The lecture was on homosexuality in higher animals, focusing on its cultural significance in various parts of the world. 

I couldn’t believe my luck. Now was a prime chance to find out if Lucius was gay, or bi-curious. I hoped he wasn’t a homophobe, like my mother was. 

The memory of Jasper’s threat the previous night made my stomach clench. I pushed the thought away. 

Slanting a discreet look at Lucius, I tried to gauge his reaction each time the professor mentioned homosexuality, which was often. 

Thankfully, not once did he look disgusted. I felt myself relax. 

Though I had confirmed Lucius wasn’t a bigot, I couldn’t focus on the class. My eyes kept trailing over Lucius’s strong jaw, or the two veins that were starkly visible at his neck. 

When I looked away, my gaze landed on Lucius’s tapered fingers that scrawled words into his note book. I imagined those fingers scissoring me open, pressing against that sensitive spot inside me, finger-fucking me till I came for him—

I shifted in my seat. For Christ’s sake. I had to get a grip. 

I was grateful when my phone vibrated, stealing my attention. I wasn’t so grateful anymore when I saw who the message was from. 

Jasper: How about this position tonight, slut?

I looked up, flinching when I saw the pose projected on the screen ahead of the class. It was of two men having sex. The bottom was positioned in such a way that I wondered how he hadn’t dislocated something in the process. 

To the right, a short distance ahead, Jasper mouthed the word slut. I paled, looking away. 

Not replying to the message, I tried to keep my expression blank. 

A second later, my phone buzzed again. With shaky hands, I opened the message. It was a ten minute long video, and the thumbnail was my own face slack with pleasure. 

A frisson of fear went down my back. How did — Jasper had recorded us last night? 

Oh god. 

I was going to be sick. 

Jasper: That was just a short clip. We fucked for hours. I have the full thing on tape. 

Jasper: Ignore or refuse me again and the entire class will see how cum-stupid you look when you’re getting your ass pounded. 

I nodded weakly in Jasper’s direction, averting my gaze. 

I would go. There was no way I would let Jasper make good on his threat and upload my face for the class. Maybe he was bluffing, but I wasn’t going to risk it. 

I squirmed. I hated to admit it, but last night had been… intense. There was something about not having to do any and just let myself get fucked that turned me on like nothing else.

And it had been with someone I abhorred. How would it be with someone that I was in love with? 

Slanting a glance at Lucius, I wondered how it would feel like for him to fuck me. It would be so good. Lucius was way bigger than Jasper. He would have no trouble destroying my prostate with his cock. 

Plus, he was fit. His stamina would be unparalleled. He would fuck me for hours till my brain melted, till my hole was red and swollen from his thrusts. 

Shifting in my seat, I felt my cock stiffen. 

Fuck, could I be more shameless? I had already gotten fucked yesterday and now I was imagining doing it with Lucius. 

I should be ashamed. I wasn’t even sure if Lucius played for the same team I did. 

The thought was upsetting. It would hurt like hell if Lucius wasn’t gay, or at least queer. 

I fished out the other milk drink from my bag, taking a gulp. I grimaced as a bit of it trickled down my chin. Ugh, Lucius now probably thought I was clumsy. 

Lucius was still jotting down notes, his attention nowhere near me. I relaxed, glad he hadn’t seen that. 

I wondered briefly why Lucius was taking notes so dedicatedly. 

Was he gay? 

Maybe he was. I would find out one way or the other.