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"It was for Elliot," Travis defends, even though he knows it's unnecessary. "It was for you."
"I know," Carter promises. He touches their lips together in a sweet, comforting kiss. "I know. And I'm so thankful. I promise."
"Are you mad? About the security cameras?"
"Honestly? I was relieved. It wasn’t even something I had considered, and then when I realized how stupid that was, I easily let it go because you had it handled. You had made sure I was safe, even when I didn’t know it was necessary. It made me feel… cared for."
Travis sighs in relief. "Good. I thought maybe you'd think it was a little stalker-ish."
That makes his boy laugh. "Oh, absolutely stalker-ish. I just don't mind."
"Oh." Travis can't help but smile. "I guess I'll take that."
"And I'll answer anytime you call or text, okay? Unless I'm at work and it's too busy. But if it makes you feel better, you can come be creepy again when I work and watch me. I wouldn't mind…"
Travis puffs up, not caring how ridiculous it is. "I can do that. I can totally come keep you safe at work."
Carter rolls his pretty blue eyes at him. "That is so not what I just said, but okay, baby. If that's how you want to see it."
"I love you," Travis blurts.
The smile on Carter's face falters, the amusement from before fading from his eyes. He swallows hard and blinks like he's trying not to cry.
Travis considers taking it back, but he can't get himself to. Instead, he digs himself a deeper hole. "I know we haven't said that since you found out the truth, and I know maybe you're not ready for that, maybe you don't even feel the same anymore, but… I needed you to know. I love you, Carter Beckett."
"I-" Carter pauses, a tear falling down his cheek.
Just as Travis's heart is about to break though, his boy plasters himself to Travis like a damn spider monkey and whispers into his ear, "I love you too, Travis Kenton.”
Travis grins, his heart nearly bursting right out of his fucking chest. He closes his eyes and hugs the boy tight.
So. Much. Relief.
Chapter Fifteen
Carter is kneeling on a stage, naked and bound.
There are people everywhere, all laughing, grinning, talking. Some glance at him. Comment on him. Like he's nothing but a piece of decent decoration. They sip champagne. They're in fancy dresses and tuxedos. It's a party, and he's the entertainment.
No, he's the decoration.
The others are the entertainment.
Casey is spread out on a table, glass crunching beneath his body as he's raped and beaten from all angles.
Bryce is on a giant wooden X while men stab him with forks.
Nolan is being passed around from person to person, forced to take cock after cock as they all tell him he's a bad boy and worthless.
Matt is on a stool, everyone screaming at him to talk, his lips sewn shut, blood dripping from them.
Maison is lying dead on the ground, but men are still kicking him and stepping on him whenever they pass by.
"Look," someone says in Carter's ear. His hair is yanked until he's looking to the left.
Elliot.
Travis, Jake, Ace, and Ronan are taking turns raping Elliot. The boy screams for his mommy the whole time.
