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“Oh, please! Remember I briefly met the guy and your Aunt Marta last time they visited the East Coast.”
“True! I completely forgot about that. We were having coffee in Brooklyn and they saw us through the window as they were walking to my place.”
“Indeed. They remained quiet for a long time, but it’s evident that they’re both proud of you, no matter your sexual orientation. I’ll admit that he was a bit… controlling with his wife, but she didn’t seem to mind. And regarding Alexander, he can be… intense at times. Jealous or not, make sure you don’t… shrink yourself to make him stand tall.” Michael swallows. His hand covers mine and squeezes.
“You matter.”
CHAPTER10
GRAVITY
Ash
Tempting. Torturous. Teasing. That’s how the rest of the summer unfolded with Silas. My days revolved around him. My nights were haunted by wet dreams. At least, I learned how to surf, and it quickly developed into a passion that helped to assuage my grief and overwhelming guilt. Of being alive when my parents weren’t. Of adapting to my changed life so easily. Of the pain that waned a bit each day. And Silas was there every step of the way, along with my cousin and his family.
No matter how frequently I felt the weight of Silas’s stare on me or the discreet but meaningful touches that he pretended didn’t happen, he never acted on it. I bawled my eyes out when they both left for college. Convinced that Silas forgot about me, I dove headfirst into my studies since I flunked my last year of high school due to what was referred to as “my traumatic year.” I had to prove that I could do better and was worthy of my new family.
“You came back?” I raise my voice to be heard over the loud music that doesn’t match the Christmas vibes. The past four months felt like an eternity. My statement sounds like a needy question, but I couldn’t care less, figuring I could conveniently blame it on my parents’ absence during the holidays. Tom’s massive party is a first. My cheeks flush, and I mentally thank my uncle for his weekend getaway, leaving me and Tom on our own.
“I still live in Santa Monica, you know,” Silas challenges. Before I realize it, he leads us to a relatively secluded corner where others are making out. Way to fly under the radar! The way that his eyes roam over my needy body feels like both a caress and a slap. My dick approves.
I take a deep breath.Silas is back. “Yesterday was my birthday,” is all that I can come up with.
His brow spikes up as he licks his lip… Not the reaction that I was expecting, but then, he closes the distance and grasps the back of my neck. My dick swells.
His pupils dilate. His gaze burns through me. His tone is enticing. “Follow me. If you keep quiet, I’ll help you unwrap your present.” My small hand engulfed in his strong one.Did he buy me a gift?My pulse races, and my skin is set ablaze.
We climb two flights of stairs to reach my room in what used to be the attic. Once the door is locked and the lights on, a depraved smile settles on his face.God, he’s perfect.“Hands over your head.”
Puzzled, I’m left speechless and willingly oblige, like a well-trained puppy—damn you, Pavlov, and your theory of classical conditioning!
“What are you doing?” I eventually ask.
His skilled fingers make quick work of my zipper, then slide to the waist of my pants and boxers to free me from my restraint while imposing others. My dick leaks.
Transfixed, my head rolls to the side when his hand encircles my dick and he wets his lips, takes me to the back of his throat, then releases me with a pop. “Making you hard, Captain Obvious. Now get on your knee and unwrap your gift...”He scratches the top of my head with his nails as our half-mast gazes meet; I’m hard as fuck, but know better than to touch myself. “… and enjoy the bone, dog.”
He smirks.
Entangled in my fluffy comforter, I growl at the sensation of being pitched back and forth. “Wake up!” An unfamiliar voice breaks my trance. “Come on, man.”
My vision blurs as I squint my eyes. My tongue is heavy from last night’s after-work party. I’m coated in sweat, and my mushy brain fails to connect the dots, except when it comes to Silas. My heart constricts, and my throat grows drier.
How much longer will my cousin’s former friend haunt my nights?
I screw my eyes shut and grumble, “Leave me alone.” I try to catch my breath. The beginning stages of a headache linger dangerously. I attempt to pry the hands from my shoulders, but the rocking movement continues. Suddenly, I’m nauseous and warn the intruder, “Stop, or I’ll puke.” My command does the trick.
Good!
Swallowing audibly, I rub my eyes with my left palm and slowly pry each one open to take a quick look around. The weight on my shoulders has vanished. My breathing is still ragged as my brain connects with reality.
“Sorry about the rude awakening.” Nino’s worried face greets me. I offer a sheepish smile in return; my stubborn friend, who’s currently perched on the edge of my bed, refused to let me sleep on the couch. I force myself to meet Nino’s pale eyes rather than stare at his bare chest. I had my fill of his exposed skin months ago, but this is different. He’s wearing nothing but loose pajama bottoms inside my home. “I didn’t mean to intrude… I… You scared me.” Nino gets to his bare feet and starts pacing the small room. “You were yelling, and I freaked out… until you…” He averts his gaze as his finger twirls around one of his dreadlocks and he stops dead in his tracks and glances my way. I school my features so he won’t notice how his presence unsettles me; I blame it on the dream that I was having right before he woke me up.
Silas finally caving. Silas finally gifting a birthday present. Silas finally taking possession of me. We established rules where I allowed him to exact control. I gladly became his playground; my first lesson proved that pain and pleasure aren’t as opposite as one might think. The mere memory of it gets me hard. How he made it last. How he anticipated my needs. How he taught me to acknowledge my hidden desires. Such a life-altering experience that shaped my future in the best of ways, no matter how things turned out between us.
I burrow under the covers so that he won’t notice my current state or, worse, misinterpret it. So, I roll on my side to rest my weight on my elbow and ask, intrigued, “Until I what?” My question only manages to intensify his embarrassment while my arousal stays hidden.
“I’ll go fix breakfast, K?” He flees the room. Before I can stop myself, I give my aching cock a couple of tugs. Only then can I concentrate on unappealing thoughts to alleviate my urge to jerk off. After stretching my tired body, I absentmindedly grab my phone and shoot Alex a text to suggest dinner with my guest.
