Kieran & Drew Read Online Free
Author: L. A. Gilbert
groin tighten when the muscular man topping anchored the breathless, flushed guy beneath him by the shoulder and started to ram into him. He gasped as he reached climax and reached blindly for the box of tissues he kept by his desk.
His breath slowly returned to normal, and he cleaned up, deleted his browser history, and shut down his laptop. He climbed into bed and replayed the video in his mind. He wished there was someone he knew like that, someone who was like him who he could fuck. He placed his forearm over his mouth to stifle an unhappy groan. He was getting hard again.
He didn’t want to feel this way. He just wanted an easy life, but his body was not confused and knew exactly what he wanted. He rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. With no sounds in the house other than what he could hear of his mom tinkering about downstairs, he tried to unwind enough to sleep. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted an easier life than this, and he wanted to sleep.
ChAptEr TwO.
K
IERAN wondered if it was normal for teachers to hate him as well as the students. To be fair, it was just the one teacher who always looked at him witheringly, and he knew he was probably being dramatic, but Mr. Trinder had never liked him, not ever. Perhaps it had something to do with Kieran thinking art was kind of dumb and never really making an effort to hide it.
If it weren’t for the fact that he got to sit next to Drew Anderson for the next hour, he’d probably skip the class altogether. However, he noticed Drew was late. The idea was both a relief and a disappointment.
“Hey, Kieran.”
Kieran looked up to see… what was his name? Oh, Toby Bennett. Toby was of the alternative persuasion and one of the few people who for some reason occasionally said hi to him.
“Hi, Toby, how’s things?” he asked quietly.
“Not bad, not bad at all.” Toby made his way over to his own desk, shooting Kieran a smile that seemed a touch smug, or perhaps knowing. Either way it was confusing, and Kieran shrugged it off.
While the last few students filed in, he opened his notepad and doodled. He rested his chin in his free hand. He was pretty sure they’d probably be deconstructing Picasso’s cubism again today. Like he even gave a fuck. He’d rather be doing this if he had to be doing something artistic. He drew a heart around the initials K.A. + D.A., smiling faintly, and doodled “always” in stupid bubble writing underneath.
His crush was stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help finding Drew Anderson gorgeous any more than he could help breathing. It was the forearms that’d done it for him. While Drew was not stocky as, say, the almighty douche Adam Jefferson, Drew had a kind of sinewy muscled frame to him. His arms were thick, peppered with faint hair, and flexed in a way that made Kieran’s mouth go dry. They brushed arms once, in fact, quite accidentally, and he’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom.
Drew was tall without being too tall, nice without being smug, and had an almost beach boy type of vibe without being too laid-back. He absolutely ticked all Kieran’s secret boxes, but had to be (Kieran hoped) completely oblivious to his crush. He wondered what Drew, if he were likewise inclined, would see when looking at him?
One of the things he supposed made people think he was weird was probably the way he dressed. One day he might wear flip-flops, beach shorts, and a T-shirt. And on any other he might be rocking baggy, low riding jeans and a Hawaiian shirt and beanie hat. He supposed a nice way to put it was that he could be a little offbeat. A horrible way to put it was that he looked fucking weird at times. He didn’t give it too much thought, really, and just wore whatever wasn’t too creased and didn’t smell bad.
Other than that, he was of average height and quite slim, had brown hair and blue eyes, and was super quiet. He shaded in the heart he was doodling and thought, nah ; he wouldn’t be into him either, in
His breath slowly returned to normal, and he cleaned up, deleted his browser history, and shut down his laptop. He climbed into bed and replayed the video in his mind. He wished there was someone he knew like that, someone who was like him who he could fuck. He placed his forearm over his mouth to stifle an unhappy groan. He was getting hard again.
He didn’t want to feel this way. He just wanted an easy life, but his body was not confused and knew exactly what he wanted. He rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. With no sounds in the house other than what he could hear of his mom tinkering about downstairs, he tried to unwind enough to sleep. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted an easier life than this, and he wanted to sleep.
ChAptEr TwO.
K
IERAN wondered if it was normal for teachers to hate him as well as the students. To be fair, it was just the one teacher who always looked at him witheringly, and he knew he was probably being dramatic, but Mr. Trinder had never liked him, not ever. Perhaps it had something to do with Kieran thinking art was kind of dumb and never really making an effort to hide it.
If it weren’t for the fact that he got to sit next to Drew Anderson for the next hour, he’d probably skip the class altogether. However, he noticed Drew was late. The idea was both a relief and a disappointment.
“Hey, Kieran.”
Kieran looked up to see… what was his name? Oh, Toby Bennett. Toby was of the alternative persuasion and one of the few people who for some reason occasionally said hi to him.
“Hi, Toby, how’s things?” he asked quietly.
“Not bad, not bad at all.” Toby made his way over to his own desk, shooting Kieran a smile that seemed a touch smug, or perhaps knowing. Either way it was confusing, and Kieran shrugged it off.
While the last few students filed in, he opened his notepad and doodled. He rested his chin in his free hand. He was pretty sure they’d probably be deconstructing Picasso’s cubism again today. Like he even gave a fuck. He’d rather be doing this if he had to be doing something artistic. He drew a heart around the initials K.A. + D.A., smiling faintly, and doodled “always” in stupid bubble writing underneath.
His crush was stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help finding Drew Anderson gorgeous any more than he could help breathing. It was the forearms that’d done it for him. While Drew was not stocky as, say, the almighty douche Adam Jefferson, Drew had a kind of sinewy muscled frame to him. His arms were thick, peppered with faint hair, and flexed in a way that made Kieran’s mouth go dry. They brushed arms once, in fact, quite accidentally, and he’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom.
Drew was tall without being too tall, nice without being smug, and had an almost beach boy type of vibe without being too laid-back. He absolutely ticked all Kieran’s secret boxes, but had to be (Kieran hoped) completely oblivious to his crush. He wondered what Drew, if he were likewise inclined, would see when looking at him?
One of the things he supposed made people think he was weird was probably the way he dressed. One day he might wear flip-flops, beach shorts, and a T-shirt. And on any other he might be rocking baggy, low riding jeans and a Hawaiian shirt and beanie hat. He supposed a nice way to put it was that he could be a little offbeat. A horrible way to put it was that he looked fucking weird at times. He didn’t give it too much thought, really, and just wore whatever wasn’t too creased and didn’t smell bad.
Other than that, he was of average height and quite slim, had brown hair and blue eyes, and was super quiet. He shaded in the heart he was doodling and thought, nah ; he wouldn’t be into him either, in
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