The Guitar Tutor

I slowly regained consciousness. The pain in my ribs had subsided to a dull, painful ache but my nose was throbbing and felt like it was being repeatedly stabbed whenever I tried to breathe. I could feel that I was lying on someone’s sofa and I remembered back to when I lost consciousness. I remembered the flash of red hair and hazel eyes.
Surely it couldn’t be?
Mr Way walked into the room, carrying a glass of water.
“Frank, I'm so sorry about what happened. I’ve called your mother but she said she was in Hull and wasn’t coming back until eleven o’clock. Is anything broken? Do you need to go to hospital?” he asked, putting the water on the coffee table and sitting in a chair opposite me. I tried to make a sound but my nose started throbbing even more. It was broken.
“I didn’t know where else to take you so I just drove you to my flat. Can you speak.” I shook my head.
“oh god, let’s look at the damage.” He said. He took away the blood-soaked tissue that was scrunched up by my nose. Blood had congealed around my nostrils and it was now a purple mess.
“oh god Frank, I think your nose is broken. We should get you to hospital. Let’s look at the damage to your ribs first.” He slowly started to undo my school shirt button by button. He opened my shirt and had a look at my ribs.
“you poor thing, who would do this to you?” he whispered. His hands glided lightly along the deep purple and red splotches. His hazel eyes were filled with concern. I winced.
“I'm so sorry. You poor, poor thing.” His hands glided along my bare skin and reached my cheeks. His face slowly leaned in and, before I realised what was going on, he gently pressed his lips to mine, trying not to hurt me. I kissed him back and kept the kiss for as long as I could. I was pretty sure I was hallucinating from the blows to the back of the head, or maybe I had just died and gone to heaven.
Either way, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. His scent lingered on my lips. He smelt of sandalwood and lemon. I wanted to be stuck in that moment forever. I completely forgot about the pain.
He pulled away; his eyes were tinged with worry.
“I'm going to drive you to the hospital. Can you stand up?” I snapped out of my daze and tried to drag myself up, gritting my teeth. Pain shot through me, but I slowly managed to drag myself upright. He immediately reached out to help me upright and helped me walk to his car.

We got to his car and he helped me get into the front seat. For the whole journey, all I could think about was him.
He actually kissed me.
Me. the short, emo fag that nobody liked.
Oh my god.
My mind was so occupied with our kiss that I didn’t notice that my nose had started bleeding again. Hot crimson liquid poured out of my nose and trickled down my mouth. I groaned and tried to stop it with my hands.
“Unlock the glove compartment and there should be a pack of tissues in there somewhere.” He said, his eyes concentrating on the road. I pulled the pack of tissues out and held as many as I could to my nose to stop the flow.
We pulled into A&E and Mr Way rushed me to the entrance. I changed the tissue that I was holding against my nose as it was now completely soaked in congealed blood. The flow had slightly subsided but it was still pretty bad.
The unit was quite busy and Mr Way rushed up to the reception.
“I have a boy with a broken nose with me.” he said to the receptionist.
“ok, take a seat, you may have to wait a while. Is it still bleeding?” she asked. I nodded.
We waited for about twenty minutes until a nurse actually came to see me. Mr Way stood in the corner of the room, calling my mum to tell her that I was in A&E while the nurse painfully applied a cast to my nose. I sat there for what seemed like forever while the nurse tried to fix my nose. When she was done, she gave me some bandages and we got back in the car.
“Your mum said the trains are delayed and she won’t be back until the early hours of tomorrow. I'm afraid you’re going to have to sleep in my apartment tonight.” I tensed up. I was staying the night in Mr Way’s apartment. Holy fuck. I was pretty sure I had died and gone to heaven.

I sat on his sofa, painfully sipping at a glass of water. He handed me a pen and some paper.
“Who were those boys, Frank?” he asked; his brow was knotted.
“Frank, I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know so I can keep them away from you.” He seemed so concerned I almost started crying. I hesitated and wrote down the names of Brandon and his whores. I handed it to him.
“Why would they do something like this to you?” he said. My eyes filled with tears. I looked down. He took my hand.
“Frank, I’ve always felt a really unique feeling talking to you,” he laced his fingers through mine “Like I wanted to befriend you, know more about you.” I stared into his eyes. The colours were shifting around in the light. One moment they were a deep brown, the other they were a golden-green colour.
They were so beautiful.
Before I knew it, out lips met again, this time in a more passionate way. I could tell he was holding back so he didn’t hurt my already broken nose, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, ignoring the ache that was in my nose. He gently put his tongue in my mouth and I slowly massaged it with my own, my nose throbbing from breathing in through it. His hands found their way to my thighs and he started slowly stroking them. I murmured and he seemed to remember about my broken nose. He slowly started to unbutton my school shirt again and gently pushed me onto the sofa. He started unbuttoning his own shirt and started kissing down my neck and got to the bruises on my ribs. He carefully traced his lips down my stomach so he didn’t hurt me and got to the top of my trousers, the bulge digging into his arm.
Oh god I couldn’t believe what was happening. All I could feel was him. I completely forgot about the pain. I completely forgot about what had happened earlier today. I could only feel now.
I moaned as he brushed against my bulge. He slowly undid my trousers and pulled them down to my knees. He rubbed his hand up and down my erection and played with the elastic of my boxers. He slowly teased my boxers down my hips and my erection sprang forth. He licked his lips and I gasped as he took my tip into his mouth. He slowly took more of my cock inside his mouth, licking a drop of precum off my head. He slowly got to my base and started bobbing up and down. I moaned as he pulled out and traced a line up my cock with his tongue. He got up and started to take his own trousers off. He straddled me, taking his own boxers off and started stroking himself, moaning and teasing me. I groaned, my eyes fixated on his leaking dick.
He spat on his hand and started to prep himself, stretching himself out finger by finger. He groaned and lined himself up with me. He put my tip to his whole and sat on my dick, pushing myself inside of him. He groaned and a drop of precum leaked out of his dick. He got to my base, took time to adjust, and started to ride me.
I whimpered, his tightness making me see stars. He slammed down on my cock hard and must’ve found his sweet spot. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he screamed. His moans were resonating through my bruised body. I was so close. With a few more pumps, he screamed and threads of his hot, sticky white cum shot onto my stomach. The sight of him coming all over me was enough to drive me over the edge, my cum shot deep inside him. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming his name. He pulled himself off of me, licked his cum off of my chest and looked me deep in the eyes. He kissed me on the lips again. I could taste his cum on my lips.
“I love you so fucking much.” He whispered into my neck, lacing his fingers into my hand.

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praise the fuckin lord and hallelujah i finally got to the smut!