The Bone Collector by Onley James

Author:Onley James [James, Onley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

For all Park’s talk, he proved the biggest distraction of all. Even in a gymnasium the size of an airplane hanger, Park made Gift feel like nobody else existed outside their bubble. He spent much of the lesson with his arms around Gift, his hands folded over his. It was an exercise in concentration.

They were both damp and sweaty now, and the heat of Park’s chest against Gift’s back was just this side of too much. The feel of his half-hard cock pressed against Gift’s ass was hard to ignore. Park maneuvered Gift so the swords tucked flush against his arms, tips pointing toward his elbows.

“See? Like this, you can drive them backwards—” he used Gift’s arm to demonstrate, carefully sidestepping as he had Gift thrust his elbow back. “But you can also continue to use the hilt as a weapon, striking the face like this.”

Gift swallowed the lump in his throat, attempting to focus with Park’s warm breath on his ear and his much larger frame surrounding Gift’s. It was torture. Pure torture. “Yeah. I-I think I got it, hia. I…should be going soon. I have to shower before class.”

Gift moved to step away, but Park held firm. His hands slid to Gift’s hips, his nose nuzzling behind Gift’s ear before brushing a kiss over the hinge of his jaw, just above the spot he’d marked two nights ago. Gift couldn’t stop the embarrassing whimper that fell from his lips as Park pulled his hips back against him roughly.

Just when Gift was sure he was going to have to walk back to his room tenting his sweatpants, Park released him, swatting him on the ass hard enough to make him gasp.

When he turned to look back at Park, eyes wide, he just raked his gaze over Gift from head to toe before saying, “Okay, ouen. I’ll take those. You go shower, then get to class.”

Gift gave a nod, handing over the weapons, his thoughts elsewhere as he grabbed his things and headed for his room. Inside, Payton sat on the edge of his bed in only his pajama pants, leaning back on his palms.

When he saw Gift, he barked out a laugh. “Aspen must have really kicked your ass. You look like you just ran a marathon.”

Gift dumped his stuff unceremoniously on the floor, then flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Not Aspen. Park. Park told Aspen he’d train me himself and Aspen just…agreed to it. He didn’t even give me a head’s up. Traitor.”

“Park trained you?” Payton asked a million questions buried in that one sentence.

When Gift just continued to stare at the ceiling, Payton jumped up, straddling Gift’s thighs and hovering over him, bracketing his head with his hands. “You good? Did he do something to you?”

Gift sighed, raising a hand to trace the large black Xs tattooed on Payton’s ribs and chest, watching as the skin jumped beneath his finger. “No. That’s the problem. He spent the entire hour actively not doing anything to me.

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