04: Be Quiet

Nolan.

I take a step back, my heart pounding against my rib cage. The quiet hum of the library seems to amplify the awkwardness in the air. Leon's cold eyes bore into mine, and I can't shake off the uneasy feeling that I've just crossed some unspoken boundary.

"Stop it, we are in the library!" I blurt out, my hand instinctively shoving Leon away. His back collides with the sturdy shelves, producing a soft thud. For a moment, he appears taken aback, but his composure quickly returns. Leon, tall and imposing at 6'3, stands his ground as I find myself gazing up at him from my 5'8 vantage point.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you," I stammer, avoiding his intense blue eyes. My gaze drifts away, fixating on the rows of neatly organized books that suddenly seem more interesting than the situation at hand.

Leon, to my surprise, takes it in stride. "It's fine, I didn't mean to surprise you. You don't have to if you don't want to," he says, stepping back and putting his hands into his pockets. The tension in the air lingers as he starts to walk away.

"I am shocked, but..." I trail off, my voice loud enough to make Leon pause. He turns to look at me, his eyebrows raised, silently urging me to continue.

What am I doing? A voice in my head screams at me to back off. Leon is not just anyone; he's the head boy of House Viguier, a position of authority, and the heir to the prestigious Valois family. I shouldn't be doing this.

But then, a surge of rebellion courses through me. Screw it. You only live once.

"But," I press on, my eyes meeting his once again, "I'm willing to see where this goes."

The air seems to shift between us, the gravity of my words sinking in. Leon's expression transforms from surprise to a subtle mix of curiosity and satisfaction. It's as if he didn't expect me to take the plunge.

As Leon smirks, a sense of anticipation fills the space between us. He strides towards me, and the mere proximity makes me acutely aware of the significant height difference. It's bewildering how he's grown so tall since our early years. I reminisce about the time when, from Year 1 to Year 3, I stood taller than him. Now, he looms over me, a living testament to the unpredictable nature of growth.

His green eyes lock onto mine, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. In a bold move, he reaches for my hand. The contact sends a chill down my spine as his cold fingers envelop mine. I try to suppress a shiver, but the intensity of the moment lingers.

"Why are you doing this? Are you even gay?" I blurt out, surprised by the sudden rush of uncertainty. The question hangs in the air, echoing in the quiet corners of the library. I've been out to my mother and closest friends since the day I discovered my own truth back in my early years. The fact that I'm openly gay is a piece of my identity I've embraced with pride.

"I don't know, maybe... but I'm..." Leon starts, his blue eyes locking onto mine once more. His facial expressions soften as he studies my face, and I can't help but feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks. I must look like a tomato right now, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Leon's indecisiveness adds another layer to the complexity of the situation. It's as if he's navigating uncharted waters within himself, trying to make sense of feelings that might be foreign to him. The vulnerability in his gaze catches me off guard, prompting me to tread carefully.

Whatever this is, it's uncharted territory for both of us. And as his cold hand remains wrapped around mine, I can't help but wonder where this unexpected encounter in the library might lead us.

"If you're playing around, I swear in the Holy Orders, I will screw you over," I declare, my tone firm and resolute. I make it clear that I'm not to be taken lightly. The Holy Orders, the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world, add weight to my words. I want him to understand the consequences of toying with something as delicate as my emotions.

"I'm not, I promised," Leon responds, his voice carrying a hint of sincerity. In a surprising turn, he leans in and kisses my hands. It's a solemn gesture, a mark of promise in the quiet night we find ourselves entangled in.

 "Let's find a nice spot, shall we?" he proposes, and I find myself nodding in agreement.

Leon leads me deeper into the heart of the library, where the atmosphere becomes more intimate and secluded. The scent of aged paper and polished wood envelops us, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Finally, we arrive at a hidden alcove tucked away between towering bookshelves. The space is bathed in a gentle glow, courtesy of a lone lamp suspended from the ceiling.

Leon's sudden ardor catches me off guard as we settle into the secluded alcove in the library. It's as if he had been craving this moment all day, his hunger for my kiss evident in the way his lips eagerly meet mine. The intensity of his kiss is raw and unbridled, reminiscent of a wolf devouring its prey.

I respond in kind, our lips meeting in a dance of desire. Our tongues clash, creating an electric symphony of sensations that send shivers down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady blend of anticipation and longing that fuels the fire between us.

The kiss deepens, and I find myself lost in the sensation, my breath becoming increasingly short. I pull back momentarily, needing a moment to catch my breath. But the magnetic pull between us is undeniable, drawing me back into the fervent exchange.

His lips are a revelation, soft and inviting like a plush pillow. Each kiss is a testament to the hunger and yearning that has been building up, and I can't help but lose myself in the pleasure of the moment. The world outside the alcove fades away, leaving only the echo of our shared desires in the dimly lit space.

"I want to get down..." I said after I pulled from the kiss.

Leon on the other hand, keeps kissing me from my neck. He opens the buttons of my uniform and and keeps on kissing me on my chest.

I groan. He seems to love kissing my collarbone, suddenly he sucks at my skin.

"Ah... Stop, you're going to leave a mark." I told him, he pulled away and a string of saliva follows. Fuck, it's red as an apple.

Leon smiles at the mark he had given me. He brushes off the saliva with his arms.

"You sure you want to go down?" He asks me, gently.

"Yes." I sounded so sure.

"All right."

I knelt down, and loosen my tie. He unbuckles the belt from his pants, undo the button, and unzipped the zipper. A huge tent in his boxers welcomed the front of my face. I kiss his bulging manhood. Leon moans.

"Don't tease me." He said. I look up at him and move down his boxers. Damn, he is big. Really. Big. I gulp, rethinking my life decisions.

"Well, go on, then." Leon said, waiting impatiently.

I lick the head up to the base, so that it will glide smoothly. Leon seems to like it, he keeps whimpering so lowly. When his dick is slippery enough, I take him from my mouth. First, I focus on the head. I keep lick and sucking on it, like a baby breastfeeding, and then, I would slowly make my way to take him whole. I keep doing that and Leon keeps moaning at the pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so good, Starr..." his moans become very breathy.

I pick up my pace and decided to go faster. I bob my head up and down, making sure my tongue is touching all his sensitive parts. Fuck, this is so hot. I can't believe I'm hooking up with the hottest guy in Etheria.

Leon seems to have gone quiet. My eyes look up to him, to see what was he thinking, while keeping my fast pace in giving him a head. His eyes are shut close. Does he not like it? Suddenly, he grab my head without warning and shove it all the way down. 

"Ermmm..." Leon cummed, releasing it all in my mouth. Tears were were now falling from my eyes, from pleasure and from pain. Shit, that thing that he did, scared me. I pulled out, and we're both gasping for air. I wipe my mouth from all the residual fluids. Leon fixes his pants and buckle his belt again.

"Give me a warning, if you're going to come." I said while coughing.

"Sorry. Here, spit it in my handkerchief." he said, putting the cloth in front of the entrance of my mouth.

"I swallowed it." I said, and standing up, fixing my composture. His expressions show a shock face. He couldn't believe on what I just did.

"That's hot." Leon said, biting his lips. He looks at me, like he wants more. We were moving closer and closer, until...

"Hey, who goes there?!" echoed an old voice through the library.

"Damn, it's Mr. Fickle," I whispered urgently to Leon.

We hastily fled, darting through the library as the light from Mr. Fickle's lamp drew closer. Our footsteps resonated in the empty corridors as we sprinted away.

Our escape seemed endless until, unexpectedly, Mr. Fickle cornered us.

"Aha..." he exclaimed, standing right in front of us.

"Versteinern," I shouted, casting the petrifying spell.

Mr. Fickle froze in place. Leon and I approached cautiously, examining him.

"Apologies, Mr. Fickle, you could have performed more effectively," I quipped, and Leon chuckled in agreement.

Quickly, we made our way out of the library and walked along the school's main hallway. When we reached the phoenix statue, I knew it was time to bid farewell.

"I'll be heading first; after all, our houseroom is over there," I informed Leon.

"Sure, goodnight, Starr. Let's have fun again," he said with a smile that could melt anyone.

"Goodnight too, Leon," I waved, heading towards the houseroom. The darkness enveloped me as I entered; it seemed everyone was already fast asleep.

Reflecting on the surreal events, I couldn't believe it all happened. A smile played on my lips. Who would have thought that Nolan Starr would be involved with Leon Valois-Noir? The revelation would surely send shockwaves through everyone if they found out.

"Why are you so late?" a voice suddenly interrupted.

I let out a startled scream. Luke, having lit up the lights, stood before me.

"Damn it, Luke, you almost scared the life out of me!" I exclaimed, still recovering from the shock.

"My question deserves an answer," Luke insisted.

"I was studying late at night and ran into Mr. Fickle. I almost got into trouble," I responded, a white lie rolling off my tongue.

Luke seemed to buy it. I gestured to him that we should go to bed. Exhausted from the day's events, all I needed was a good nap to reset.

I stripped off my clothes, exchanging them for something fresh. The day's events had caused me to break into a sweat. Geez, I really needed some rest; today was beyond crazy. I headed to the boys' dormitory, navigating my way to my bed. Seating myself, I began sorting through my belongings. Luke, now settled in his own bed, cast a glance my way.

"Don't forget about tomorrow, all right?" he reminded me.

"Of course, let's find out about it, shall we?" I responded, earning a satisfied smile from Luke.

"Night, Nolan," Luke said, covering himself with a blanket.

"Night," I replied. Settling into my bed, I pulled the covers up to my body. Staring up at the ceiling, I waited for sleepiness to wash over me. Eventually, I closed my eyes, sinking into the embrace of a much-needed sleep.