Bash sensed something was off about Callahan but didn't comment, the man was full of mysteries. "Bye then, "he said, feeling a bit aggrieved that the scheming master doesn't want to help him.
"Bye cutie, "Callahan muttered. He got up and left.
It's still morning, the summer sun was yet to be tan worthy. Bash moaned as he walked to his window, gaping about what to do this Saturday. As for what Callahan told him to attempt, he felt that it is far fetched. For all he knows, he might not see Storm till dinner time.
From where he stood he could see a large swimming pool and that instantly gave him a bulb bright idea that he grabs. Smiling, Bash plodded to his wardrobe and scruffed through it in search of something. "Ahha! Urika!" he exclaimed.
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Apollo pushes Callahan and in one swift move, flipped him over. Now he was on top and grinning. "Baby what's the rush? Why don't you tell me about Paris." Callahan's hunger-filled eyes peered into Apollo's soul. "Don't play, "he said. Apollo giggles at the man's seriousness. "Uuuuh my prince is starving, "he said as he took off his shirt. Callahan's gaze traveled to Apollo's boobs which are bigger than what most men usually have. He is the gym type, tanned skin, with big muscles, and a wide fleshy chest. Callahan's hands found their way to the knockers and he squeezed them. "Mmmm, "Apollo moaned, arching his back forward. Apollo suddenly grabbed the hands that were on his firm chest. "Callay, did you know
Bash got out of the pool, depleted from swimming all day. He had been lying under the sun on one of the carved chairs that were in the shallow part of the pool. It turned out that swimming alone was not so relaxing and he misses Panda. He strutted to his robe and wore it, texting, he headed towards the exit. Meanwhile... Storm seeing Bash leave got up and promptly left his room. Getting there on time, he stood by at the topside of his stairs and leaned on the railings. In no time he saw Bash walking into the mansion. Looking up, Bash he saw Storm and halted. The man used his index finger to signal to come up to him, he turned his neck around to see who he was motioning at. Pursing his lips, Storm's left eyebrow dropped in vexati
Letting go of Bash's hand, Storm went to drop the wine glass beside its bottle. He looked at the boy who seem nervous because he is biting his lips. He trekked to him and eased his head. "Don't do that, let me do it for you, "he said after which he kissed Bash's lips and nipples on his lower lip. Bash's body warmed up, although he could smell the brandy, Sweet, alcoholic, woody, with an ethereal brown fruity nuance in his mouth, he didn't mind, Storm's cozy breath was driving him crazy. Storm roughly pulled Bash's waist closer to his member as he intensifies the kiss and only pulled away when he was breathless leaving Bash light-headed. Bash w
Bash's eyes streamed tears as he said in a loud whisper. "I am not a sex worker!" Storm sough. "I have asked you to leave politely but you declined, now you leave me no option." He said and bent down to pick up Bash's clothes that were on the rug. He wrapped it in a ball and shoved it in Bash's hands as he dragged him out of the duvet, he forcefully dragged him to the door. "What were you thinking? That after that sorry excuse of performance you would become my lover? You are beneath me and you will always remain beneath me."Storm muttered. Bash's mouth trembled as he was at a loss for words. He looked at the man he loves through his wet eyes, his words damage more than a knife to the gut. Before Storm shut his door he adds ." Stay away from my brother you whore."
John Deere didn't stop taunting Bash even with him behind bars, he sent messages to his calling him a whore and that he would always be his sex worker. He soon made a monster out of Bash because he couldn't forgive himself for actually enjoying the abuse. Even with extensive therapy, Bash didn't get better like the others in his shoes. Most of the boys that thought they were gay discovered that it was because their first time was with a man and decided to rediscover their sexuality but Bash who had always liked boys since he was nine did not blame John for his sexuality. He began to do drugs from the money his benefactor gave him much to her dismay. He attempted suicide at some point due to depression. He was discovered in the showers with his wrists slit. He promised Pan
Callahan was worried, he tapped his feet nervously and couldn't eat his food. Storm didn't also come for breakfast. The only one here is Cassandra and for some reason, she didn't say anything nor made any of her pretentious caring comments. Was he missing something? Callahan wondered, he knew Bash was hurt and he even went to his room but when he didn't get a reply, he assumed he was still mad at him and left but now he felt even worst after discovering that he left home so early. He wiped his mouth and left the dining, abandoning his barely touched breakfast. * After two days of Storm's absence from the dining he finally eats with the family but Bash was missing. He and the boy's parts haven't crossed since that day. For reasons known to Callahan, he was playing with his food. "Is anything wrong Callay?" Storm asked. "I just don't have an appetite, "Callahan said without peeking at his brother. He gazes at James as he inquired." Where is Bash?" "He is not home
Callahan grabbed Bash's hands and crawled closer. He is desperate, he needs to do this or forever carry the burden. "Do you know why I did it? I mean set you up with someone that doesn't want you?" Bash forcefully broke his hands-free from Callahan's grip. "I do know that I don't care!" He responded. Callahan again grabbed those pillowy hands. It is now or never. "I knew Storm would react like that, he is proud and arrogant. I did all that open your eyes so you see he didn't deserve you, he doesn't love, he doesn't want you but I ."He let go of one of Bash's hands to point at himself. " But I do, I love everything about you, your eyes, your nose, your mouth, the way you sway your hips when you are happy, the way you frown, the way you laugh. " He chuckled as he visualized Bash's laughter. " Your nose would crinkle when you crack up. Your warm voice, you
Author's note: it's my birthday, I thought I should at least give something to y'all. Hearing the door beep , Callahan entered Storm’s study. “You have something to tell me? “he heard his brother ask as he sat and crossed his legs. “It’s about Bash, “Callahan said. Storm massaged his forehead and sighed. “What is your obsession with that sewer rat? Do you want to rub it in my face that we had sex with the same person? Go ahead, mock me. “ Callahan stayed quiet with a look of disappointment, his brother was not always this insensitive. He started with a low voice but as he spoke it rose. “So you thought I had sex with Bash? Is that why you treated him like trash? Like he is not human huh? Storm? Is that why you threw him out of your room like a dog?” Storm took off his glasses then crossed his fingers. He knew that peasant boy had gotten into his brother’s head. “Can’t you see what he is doing to us Callahan? That little whore wants to ruin our relationship.