I loved watching my reflection in that wardrobe mirror. Especially with Julian's dick in my mouth. I was sure that he would make me gag on it if it wouldn't make so much noise.

Julian's house was small and the walls were paper thin. His mother or sister would surely hear us if we didn't do our thing in complete silence. Perhaps, that was part of the thrill for him.

The next part of our "study date" ritual would be him sitting on his desk chair and me ever so quietly lowering myself on top of his nine glorious inches.

At first, I made him wear condoms until one random Thursday he handed me a sheet of STD test results with a sly grin. Now there was no evidence of our encounters for anyone to find.

Without a peep, I would grab the back of the chair and hold my position for as long as I could. Julian would slowly fuck me till he clenched his jaw, indicating that he had come.

Julian and I had an arrangement.

I got to fuck the hottest player on the school's Lacrosse team and in return, I wouldn't tell a living soul that he was queer. Oh, did I mention that Julian never touched me or kissed me?

Today, Julian had been very pensive. He was known to be moody, so I didn't ask.

"There is something that I want to tell you," he said after pulling up his pants.

"I'm all ears," I said, trying to stay calm. "Was he going to end our arrangement?"

"Not now," he said in his usual gruff manner. "Meet me tonight at this location."

He grabbed his phone and typed. Seconds later, I had a location sent to my Messenger. It was in the middle of nowhere. What the fuck was this about?

"I have training in half an hour. You should go," he said dismissively. Good thing that I was used to him being like this. Deep down, I believed it was a self-defence mechanism.

***

I had been going crazy all afternoon. Why had Julian asked me to meet him in the middle of nowhere? This was too much effort, just to end our deal.

Besides, why was I so worried that he would end it? It was just empty sex after all. No bells no whistles, just me and his dick. Half of the time, I didn't even come myself but I wouldn't dare complain.

I guess that I just liked Julian. A lot more than I should considering how he was treating me.

On top of everything, he was making me wait. I was starting to get bored and I still had Spanish homework to do.

"Hey," Julian said, dropping his bike on the floor.

"Hi," I said, internally mad at him.

"There is something that I wanted to show you," he said. "Follow me."

Apparently, I was still a slave to his will because I didn't ask or challenge. I was slowly starting to realize what a naive pushover I was.

Then he did something utterly unexpected, he grabbed my hand! We walked through the woods for a good twenty minutes before we reached a small clearing.

Woooow! Were those...?

"I love fireflies," he whispered. He held out his hand for them to come to him. None of them did, so he turned back to me.

"There is something I want to tell you," Julian said mysteriously for the second time today.

It seemed that the universe was also anxious to hear him say it because it suddenly started to rain.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now it's ruined!" he yelled up towards the sky.

"What's ruined?!" I asked, grabbing both his arms. "Will you just tell me what is up?"

He stared into my eyes and mumbled, "I want more, Evan."

"More?" I asked. Why were we still standing in the rain?

"I wanna hold your hand in school, I wanna call you my boyfriend, I wanna..."

He had said more than I needed to hear. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him like I had imagined myself doing a million times over.

Julian didn't resist and we both ignored the rain that came down heavier and heavier. Here, I thought that he had wanted to end our arrangement. Instead, we were kissing in the pouring rain amongst a sparkle of fireflies.

Who said romance was dead?