45. Bohdi

Chapter forty-five

Bohdi

One week later

B rayden pummels the bag as if he holds a personal grudge against it. Each strike seems to channel the turmoil swirling in his mind, as if he can transfer the weight of his daily pain into the fabric. His bare hands are clenched, desperate to unload the burden they carried.

"It's been a rough day," Kal murmurs beside me. I shift my gaze to him, but he remains fixated on Brayden.

"What happened?" I question.

"Nothing," he whispers. "Absolutely nothing. Brayden's just having a tough time."

I nod, understanding. Those days ambush you when you least expect it. One moment, you're laughing; the next, tears or screams consume you. There's no specific trigger—it's as if pain strikes you out of nowhere.

"I don't need to remind you, but please watch over him."

"Always," Kal murmurs, striding toward Bray. The gym buzzes with activity today, and I blend in among the students, pounding the bag on the opposite wall, wanting to give Brayden some space. He needs this time with him and the bag. I should be at home grading papers, but an inexplicable need keeps me close to him. I can't bear to be apart. It's as if a piece of me is missing whenever he's not near.

Time slips away. I lose myself in the rhythmic thud of the bag. Thoughts whirl in my mind about us, about Brayden, about everything. How do I navigate this? How do we move forward? As his teacher, an invisible barrier prevents me from being there for him the way I want to be.

My bed feels emptier each morning, devoid of his presence. The absence of his face, his scent—it's been a cruel few weeks without him by my side.

"Boh." I snap out of my trance, realizing the gym is now empty. Kal stares at me. "I'm going." My eyes scan the area where Brayden was last, but he's nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" I question Kal.

"He's in the pool. Said he wants to swim some laps before heading back to the dorm. Told me to go."

I nod. "OK. I'll see him before I leave."

Kal nods, lips pressed tight. He's a good kid, he looks up to Bray, which automatically earns my respect. I don't think he fully grasps the situation between me and Brayden yet, but he seems to be adjusting.

I unwrap my sore hands, always pushing a bit too hard. When it's just me and my mind battling the bag, stopping becomes nearly impossible. I roll my neck, heading toward the changing rooms. Once inside, I pass through the doors to the swimming pool.

But he's not here.

I return to the changing rooms, calling out, "Brayden!" Silence.

I round the corner, spotting his belongings on the side. He's still around. Frowning, I double-check the gym—no sign of him. Back to the pool, still nothing.

My eyes catch the sauna. It's a recent addition, something Denny insisted helps the team's muscles. Brayden isn't typically one to use it all that much, but maybe he's inside.

I push open the sauna door, and the heat greets me like an urgent wake-up call. He's there, sitting on the lower bench, legs spread wide, arms draped over the top benches.

"I've been searching for you," I mutter, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.

"Here I am." He sighs. "Though you're a bit overdressed." His raised eyebrow follows as I peel off my top, leaving only gym shorts.

Sitting next to him, I allow the sauna to loosen my muscles; the heat sinking into my bones.

"Rough day?" I ask quietly.

"You could say that," he replies.

"Talk to me," I urge, recalling what I told him in the hospital.

He exhales heavily. "It's hard to explain. I feel like I'm about to burst, like there's a scream inside me—so loud, Boh. It shakes my insides, but no one else can hear it."

"That's grief, Bray," I say. "You can sense it and feel it, but it's uniquely yours."

"It's shit," he admits, running his hands over his face. "I've missed you," he adds, hair falling into his eyes as he rests his chin on his chest.

"I miss everything about you," I confess, laughing. "Not waking up to you—it's unbearable." I turn my head, meeting his gaze. Sweat trails down his body, and I can't help but follow every drop, every movement.

"Sir," he whispers.

"Brayden, don't," I grit out.

"Sir," he repeats. His voice signals to my dick as it takes note, and I should be put on a world record for how fast it hardens. His body rises in goosebumps as his fingers run along my arm.

"Please, sir," he begs, and he taunts. He knows what that word does to me. He knows how much I love him calling me sir.

"Brayden, we are at school."

"That didn't stop you in the shower."

"Brayden," I growl, my composure tethering on the edge. He's next to me one minute, tracing his fingers along my arm. The next he's in front of me.

On his knees.

"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you don't want this, and I will stop," he utters. And he knows. He fucking knows he has me because there's nothing I want more.

"You're not playing fair," I say, gulping as his hands pull on my shorts.

My hips lift as if his touch is the magic passcode, and my body listens to him and him only. Pulling out my dick, he kisses the tip before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking. My toes curl into the wet, tiled floor as I grip the bench on either side of me. Brayden's eyes stare up at me, his drool-slicked lips lap at my dick, and I can't take my eyes off him. His eyes don't leave mine as his pupils dilate so much that his eyes almost appear black. His beautiful blue eyes no longer look up at me; it's just darkness. I need his blue back.

"My baby looks so fucking good, slurping on my dick." His eyes lazily close as he groans around my dick, making my balls draw up. I pant, trying to hold back from coming. I want to come in his tight little ass as I watch my dick disappear into his bubble butt cheeks.

"How much does my baby want me to fuck him, mmm?"

I lean forward, causing Brayden to lean into me more to suck my dick down as I run my hands down his sweat-slicked back. Collecting as much sweat as possible before I run my hand down and move a digit around his hole. The moisture from his body and the air allows my finger to slip into his ass easily. He moans again around my dick as I add another finger, his ass swallowing my fingers as he tenses.

"Your ass is greedy for me, Bray. It wants to swallow my dick until I come deep inside."

Bray's lips pop off my dick. His head leans back under my arm, gazing up at me.

"Fuck me, please, Boh. Fuck me," he whimpers on his knees like the pretty good boy he is.

"If you want me to fuck you, you gotta come sit on it." I lean back, my arms mirroring the way Brayden's was, and I push my hips forward, my dick bouncing and slapping against my stomach.

"If you want it, fucking ride me," I taunt him.

Brayden instantly stands, his shorts drop, and his legs overlap against mine. He sits on my lap, rubbing his dick along mine as he leans in, grasping my face and attacking my lips with his own. Our tongues become a battle. He thinks he can be in charge because he's on top of me, but that's not how this goes. With his legs overlapping mine, I raise a small yelp, escaping his lips.

"What are you doing?" he pants into my mouth, between his lips on mine.

I turn us around and seat him on the bench. "I need you a little more wet, baby," I whisper into his lips, trailing kisses across his jaw. Lingering my lips over the shell of his ear, I remember the moans that left his mouth last time, and as if I were right, the same thing happens again.

"Sir." Puffs of air come out rapid.

My lips and tongue explore every droplet of sweat, tracing a path down his chest. As I get lower, his dick nudges my bottom lip, and I suck on the head.

"Shit," Brayden gasps as his fingers dig into my arms on either side of the bench. I suck on the head of his dick a few more times. His mouth opens, his eyes close as his head tips back. Gasps leave his mouth, but I let his dick slap against his stomach, trailing kisses down the rest of his dick, and then I kiss down his balls.

"Sir," Brayden pleads, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please."

"What are you begging for?" I ask, my breath catching.

"Everything," he exhales, his gaze intense. "Give me everything."

I use my hands to grip beneath his thighs as I push his back, his balls swollen and full hang there, begging to be sucked. I lean down, lapping at his balls, sucking, licking. Drool drips from my lips, some running down to his ass, as his legs twitch in my hands. Words leave Brayden's mouth, but none of them make sense.

His gasps are heavy, his knuckles turn white from their tight grip on the bench, and as I allow my lips to travel further down, I glance up at Brayden. His eyes are wide but drowsy, staring down at me.

"Please," he begs.

I lick his tight hole. Once, twice, and then Brayden's eyes instantly roll back. I lap at his hole as if it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, and right now, I think it is. Brayden ticks, pulses, and oozes pre-cum as I push my tongue inside him.

"Fuck, sir, fuck." Brayden's rushed words whoosh out of him as his body lurches forward.

"I'm going to come," he whines, and I quickly withdraw my tongue.

"Not yet." His devastated, stricken face looks at me. "I want to be inside you when you come, Brayden."

Pushing his legs back, I line myself up and slowly push in, the head of my dick making it feel as if I'm pushing through a barrier. Rapid pants reach my ears, but I can't look at him; I stare down at Brayden's tight hole, squeezing the life out of my throbbing dick. I watch as his hole sucks my dick in inch by inch. Brayden tenses, and I gasp, halting my movement. I glance up at Brayden; his brows pinches together as he stares down his body where we're connected.

"Have you ever seen something so fucking beautiful?" I rasp, my eyes moving back to his hole as I gather spit in my mouth and dribble it down on his puckered hole.

"Your tight little hole takes my dick so well. It's sucking me in like it can't get enough, baby," I drawl. "Do you think you can take me all, baby?"

"Yes, yes, please." Brayden pants. I pull my dick out, and Brayden's gaze snaps to me. Before he can say anything, with my hands underneath his thighs, I lift his legs up, gripping his forearms while I stand. I bring him with me. His legs draped over my arms, I hold him tight against me, his balls grazing my abs as I turn around and sit down. Brayden leans up, his knees pressed into the bench.

"Ride me," I rasp. Brayden doesn't waste a single second. He leans up, his hands wrapping around my dick as he lines it up with his wet hole. He lowers himself slowly, sharp breaths whooshing from his mouth. His eyes widen, locked onto mine. Fluttering as he sinks further down, I grip one hip tightly and squeeze from how fucking good this feels right now.

"I feel so fucking full," he rasps as he takes me whole. I bring my other hands up, gripping his other hip, holding him still. I think I may spill inside him if he moves right now.

After a moment, we both catch our breaths, and the tingles settle. His hands hold each of my shoulders, and he slowly rises and then slowly drops himself down. I sit back, letting go of his hips and let him find his rhythm while I stare up at him as he watches me, his mouth open, eyes drowning in lust.

I bring my hands around the back of Brayden, gripping his ass cheeks as I open them and rut up into him.

"Jesus," he gasps as I speed up, fucking his hole fast and hard from beneath.

"I'm going to come so far inside this hole, and you're going to carry my cum inside you for weeks. When you walk, when you sit, you will feel me trickle out of you, and it's then you will remember each time who you fucking belong to, baby. You're mine, the meaning in every sense."

Being inside Brayden turns me insane, primal . I want to stay buried in him forever. Brayden moans and scratches at my shoulders as I get faster, my balls drawing up as my body shivers. His eyes roll back as his body scatters in goosebumps.

"Paint me with your cum, Brayden. Fucking soak me!" I roar as my dick pulses with cum inside his body. Brayden's eyes flutter closed as he shudders out his release, each spurt of cum soaking my abs as moans filter out of him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Bohdi." Brayden's head lands on my chest as he struggles to steady his breaths. Moments later, He starts to move, but I grip his hips, keeping him close. "I'm not ready for you to move yet. Can we stay like this?"

"With you still inside me?" he questions, a slight taunt to his voice. I drag a finger up his spine, loving the way his body shudders against mine.

"Yes. I want to make sure my cum stays inside you as long as possible," I rasp. With each rise of our chests, our bodies slide together, the sweat pouring from us. Somehow, I almost forgot we were in a sauna. I barely notice I'm on earth half the time when I'm with Brayden.

"You're a fucking caveman, you know that?" he teases.

"Your caveman," I whisper, placing a kiss on the side of his neck, and Brayden tenses, squeezing my sensitive dick inside him. A groan slips free, and he chuckles into my chest. I can already feel my dick hardening again, and I think Brayden can, too, because he sits up instantly, eyes wide.

"Do you think you could take me again?" I smirk, watching his pupils dilate as he rises and sinks back down on me again.

I'll take that as a yes.