THE SPOILED HYBRID.🧛 (MXM) - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

“Baby, stop it, please,” Drake pleaded under his breath for what felt like the hundredth time. His voice was low, strained, and tinged with a mix of frustration and something else—something that made Alessia’s lips curl into a sly smile. Ever since they had settled into their seats in class, Alessia had been anything but settled. He was a whirlwind of mischief, his hands roaming where they shouldn’t, his touch light but deliberate, driving Drake to the edge of his patience.
Alessia sat close—too close—his thigh pressed against Drake’s under the desk. His fingers traced slow, teasing patterns on Drake’s thigh, the touch so subtle it could almost be mistaken for an accident. Almost. But the way Alessia’s green eyes flicked up to meet Drake’s, filled with innocent curiosity, gave him away. He was playing a game, and Drake was losing.
“Alessia,” Drake hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to focus on the lecture. The professor was droning on about something—Drake couldn’t even remember what—but all he could think about was the way Alessia’s fingers were now trailing up his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles through his shirt. The touch was feather-light, almost ghostly, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Drake’s body.
“Hmm?” Alessia hummed innocently, his lips twitching into a small, mischievous smile. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against Drake’s ear. “You okay, baby? You look a little… tense.”
Drake’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as he tried to maintain his composure. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” he muttered, his voice strained. But even as he said it, he couldn’t bring himself to push Alessia away. There was something about the way Alessia touched him—so confident, so playful—that made it impossible to resist.
Alessia’s fingers continued their exploration, sliding up to Drake’s collarbone before dipping just below the neckline of his shirt. Drake’s breath hitched, his body betraying him as a shiver ran down his spine. He shot Alessia a warning look, but the smaller boy just smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Alessia,” Drake said again, his voice firmer this time. “Stop. Please.”
Alessia pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a way that was both adorable and infuriating. “But you’re so warm,” he whispered, his voice soft and teasing. “And you smell so good. How am I supposed to resist?”
Drake groaned softly, his resolve crumbling under Alessia’s relentless charm. He glanced around the classroom, making sure no one was watching, before leaning in closer to Alessia. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.
Alessia’s smile widened, his fingers finally stilling on Drake’s chest. “Maybe,” he said, his tone playful. “But you love me anyway, don’t you?”
Drake sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice softening. “I do.”
Alessia’s expression softened, his teasing demeanor giving way to something more genuine. He leaned his head against Drake’s shoulder, his fingers now resting lightly on Drake’s arm. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I love you too.”
For a moment, the tension between them faded, replaced by a quiet, tender warmth. But as the professor’s voice droned on in the background, Drake couldn’t help but wonder how he was supposed to survive an entire class with Alessia by his side. The boy was a sneaky, irresistible creature, and Drake was utterly, completely under his spell.
The teasing didn’t stop, not even during lunch break. Alessia was relentless, his fingers brushing against Drake’s arm, his thigh pressing against Drake’s under the table, his lips curving into that infuriatingly innocent smile every time Drake shot him a warning look. Drake’s patience was wearing thin, his body taut with a mix of frustration and desire. By the time lunch was over, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s it,” Drake muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough. Without warning, he grabbed Alessia’s wrist and stood, pulling the smaller boy to his feet. Alessia let out a small, surprised gasp, but he didn’t resist as Drake practically dragged him out of the cafeteria and down the hallway.
“Drake, where are we—” Alessia started, but Drake cut him off with a sharp look.
“Bathroom. Now,” Drake said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Alessia’s eyes widened, but he didn’t protest, his heart racing as Drake pulled him into the empty bathroom and locked the door behind them.
The moment the door clicked shut, Drake spun Alessia around, pressing him against the wall with a force that made Alessia’s breath hitch. Before Alessia could say a word, Drake’s lips were on his, kissing him hungrily, desperately, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. Alessia melted into the kiss, his hands tangling in Drake’s hair as he kissed him back with equal fervor.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their chests heaving as they stared at each other. “What do you want, babe?” Drake asked, his voice rough and strained. “Because you’ve been driving me crazy all day.”
Alessia’s lips curved into a sly smile, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I want your blood,” he said, his voice soft but teasing.
Drake groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against Alessia’s. “Are we really doing this again?” he asked, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.
Alessia shrugged, his smile widening. “If you don’t give me what I want, I won’t stop teasing you,” he said, his voice dripping with playful defiance. He looked so proud of himself, so utterly pleased with the effect he was having on Drake, that it was both infuriating and endearing.
Drake let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip Alessia’s hips. “You’re gonna pay for this when we go home,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “I promise you, Alessia. And just so you know, I’m telling your sister you’re sleeping at my house tonight.”
Alessia’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing at the implication. But before he could respond, Drake kissed him again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring the taste of him. Alessia’s hands tightened in Drake’s hair, his body pressing closer as he lost himself in the kiss.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were flushed and breathless. Drake rested his forehead against Alessia’s, his voice soft but firm. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
Alessia grinned, his eyes shining with mischief. “But you love me anyway.”
Drake sighed, his lips curving into a small, reluctant smile. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I do.”
With one last kiss, Drake unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back, giving Alessia a moment to compose himself. As they walked out of the bathroom, side by side, Alessia couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. Tonight was going to be interesting.