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Miles tried to hold back the moans from his mouth as he felt the familiar yet new pressure inside him, suddenly the continuous pounding into him slowed and finally a final strong thrust from his mate to fully grip him.
Finally Miles felt the familiar sensation of something warm inside him, which together with the action of his hand on his own member, also led to his own climax a moment later.
When their breathing finally settled after what seemed like an eternity, they parted their erogenous parts and Jackson lowered and released his leg and raised his hand to Miles's chest.
Then the brown-haired boy said with a still agitated voice -sorry if... I exaggerated- the black-haired boy laughed slightly and Jackson asks -What?- with a little pragmatism, Miles answers -nothing... I'm not kidding, I swear, it's just... actually you were... kind, thanks-
Jackson, still caressing him, commented -I suppose your previous experiences were not "kind"...-they were silent for a moment until Jackson, seeing his discomfort, stopped touching him and said-... I should go back to my be...-
But Miles says nervously -no, although I don't remember much about it either... there was a guy at my house, he was the manager of the farm, when my parents died we became "close"... he took me to bars and...-
Jackson interrupts him –I see where the conversation is going…- Miles nods and answers –one morning I woke up in my bed…naked, and my back hurt terribly, I preferred not to think about it too much, then we did it again a couple of times and a teacher in my boarding school ... - He didn't say anything anymore, but Jackson understood the context.
The black-haired boy comments -I noticed that... "you knew what to do" so...?- to which Jackson responds -yes- without adding more, but Miles, desperate to find any excuse, asks -How was it?-
The brown-haired boy replied –at one of my cousin's parties, she was one of his “friends”… I don't remember her name, she was Russian or something like that- Thousands guessing commented –first… but not last, right?-
Jackson shrugs and answers –There were more parties… many more- Miles asks - and did you give in to the pressure of your friends? - the brown-haired man answers - not exactly, it was more than anything to impress my cousin... he fond me and I fond him, but I know that more than anything he wanted me by his side because as the only son of the eldest son he had more shares in the company than him-
Miles asks confused -wouldn't it have been easier to kill you?- surprisingly at this Jackson laughed and commented -hahaha, that's why I like you, you have a wicked mind and no social inhibitions... I guess so... but it would have also meant taking charge all by himself-
The black-haired boy nods and answers -it was easier to hand over all the work to you and live comfortably off the dividends, it's more or less what my uncle did with my dad... look at it like this, he trusted you more than himself-
Jackson replies -he had reasons to do it... since I was born my dad made it very clear what he expected of me, I did what I could to please him... I guess that sums up my life, trying to please others and failing-
Miles argues -if it's any consolation, you just pleased me... and a lot- Jackson laughs at it again and comments -thank you?... but it's not because of what I did, I know he was very proud of my grades perfect, it was… because of what I was-
The black-haired boy asks -you mean…?- to which Jackson replies –I have no idea… but he was fond of architecture… he liked things to turn out just the way he designed them… clearly I wasn't what he had in when marrying a woman with a "character" like the one my mother had-
Miles shrugs and adds –I understand…I always felt that for my parents I was a “meets expectations, but…” and my sister Flora was more like “…we can do better”-
Jackson comments –I don't know who I am anymore… I'm always changing to adapt to others, I'm not even sure what kind of music I like, when I'm sad I listen to Jazz, when I'm angry Rock, if I need to think I put on classical…-
Then he sits on the bed and finishes – I spent a third of my life trying to please my father, another one pleasing my cousin, and the last one transforming myself into something that could drive "that man" crazy... and now he's gone-
Miles approaches Jackson and tries to kiss him, but the brown-haired boy pulls away and says -I better go back to my bed- the annoyed black-haired boy says -that's two damn meters away, just stay... please-
Jackson turned and saw something in his gaze, something he couldn't or didn't want to recognize, yet he sighed and explained.
-I'm sorry Miles but no... I know what you want from me, but I can't... if I let this get any further, I'll start changing again to please you... and I'm sick of living that way, look we had fun and we broke up for End of tension, let's leave it like that... I'm sorry- and I take his clothes from the floor to go back to his bed.
Miles just pulled the sheet over him and tried to get to sleep, visibly disappointed.
They both close their eyes and plunge into the oneiric realm.
They were both sitting on a sofa in some kind of basement, dressed as ghostbusters, the black-haired boy says -Like she’s still around but she never is... I dunno, sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy- to which The brown-haired boy answers –me too- the black-haired boy turns to see him with a melancholic expression and says –Hey well, if we’re both going crazy, then we’ll go crazy together, right?- to which the other boy, with slight tears in his eyes, answers –Yeah. Crazy together- and both stay looking at each other.
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A few hours later, Miles gets up from his bed and checks Jackson's, finding it empty. He got up somewhat disappointed and began to get dressed. Once he gets out of bed, he walks to the hall and sees that Estella was comforting a blonde girl who seemed new.
He saw that from the top of the stairs Jackson was looking at the scene, suddenly Jackson's eyes shifted to something and his expression changed completely to one of astonishment and… "fear", although it was something Miles couldn't see from the angle of him.
The blonde girl said -I didn't want to... seriously, I never thought that...- Estella says to her -I know, I know, Honor, calm down- while she massaged her shoulders, the girl says -thank you, Dr. Von Hellman- to which she only says -just call me Estella-
Then a voice behind them says, "I think you're exaggerating... at the end of the day no one died, and that wheelchair will give Kennedy's career a lot of inclusive points... besides, how would we know that Travis's vapid girlfriend had a gun?" ?-
Then the person I spoke to comes closer and Miles is totally surprised, if not horrified, by the person he saw behind them.
Once Estella and "Honor" left the scene, Miles approached the new boy, almost not noticing that Jackson was already next to him and a quick glance confirmed that he was just as scared by the new boy's appearance.
Apparently he also noticed them and turned to look at them, he approached slowly, looking at them with poorly concealed curiosity, and once he was in front of them he stared at Miles and said -Michael...-
They both take a step back, slightly scared, until the new one extends his hand and finishes -... Michael Dipnicky, nice to meet you- Miles shakes his hand and says -Miles Fairchild-
Then the last one also introduces himself –Jackson Platt- hiding his surprise a little better, Michael asks them -have we met before, do their faces sound familiar to me?- they both shake their heads in perfect synchronization.
Michael shrugs and casually says "multiverse echo probably..." and walks away after Honor and Dr. Estella Von Hellman.
They both see him walking away and think aloud –Dustin?…- which makes them turn to look at each other scared.
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Mrs. Grose opens the door and says -... she doesn't seem to be doing well at school, I think it's mostly because she misses her brother, but her uncle thinks it's better to seek "support" so she can settle down as much as possible. soon as posible-
Walking behind her, Ethan answers with a smile –I usually attend to slightly older students, but I'm sure I can help her- as he admires the luxurious apartment and approaches the little Flora who was drawing at the table.
Now our protagonists will have to face something unexpected that connects their stories, to
“the tutor in the turning”