LOGINEmilia came to see him. She tried to console him. He tried to kiss her. She gave in. They made out then Austin pushed her away. Emilia had been good to him; he didn't want to use her this way.
It was the third week since their break up and he went to the same bar.
He ordered vodka and drank while waiting to be drunk. Oliver was by his side.
“Don't you have any patients to attend to”
“You are a patient”
“Hmm Oliver, so you wanna experiment on me.”
“No Austin I am worried for you. Your grades are slipping. Bridget is worried she wants to call your father.”
“I don't care the old man doesn't scare me”
“Then you must be drunk.”
Oliver interrupted their conversation and answered a call going outside. He told him not to get drunk before he returned.
Drinking his second glass of vodka he needed to get laid. He couldn't have sex with Emilia, maybe he could have sex with someone else.
He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and washed his hands. He needed to drink more Vodka he wasn't drunk yet. He went dancing looking for ladies that would agree to a one night stand and when a brunette caught his eye and soon they were dancing, making out swaying their bodies together. He was interrupted by a tall guy with Hazel eyes and he felt that dark urge to kill. The brunette made her escape and the guy was now looking at Austin his Hazel eyes dark. Austin kept dancing and The taller man watched him all over.
“So you aren't just a girl friend thief but also gay.”
“If I am gay how does it concern you?” he danced.
Austin's eyes scanned for the brunette girl. He needed to have sex. Pleasure could riddle his senses he wouldn't think of Angela.
“Where is your girlfriend?”
“I don't have one”
“You mean Angela dumped” you he laughed
“I didn't want to sleep with your ex- Austin”
“So who did you want to sleep with?”
Just then the DJ turned up the music and Austin swayed his hips harder
“Well I guess Angela must like you a lot if she pursued you for a whole year while we were together and now I hear she is trying to date you.”
“I am not interested in her”
“Well I don't care and I wanna cause her pain.”
“You could have sex with me.” Austin felt as the taller man was leaning dancing and bringing his arm to wrap around his waist.
He didn't push him away instead he whispered into the taller man's ears
“I am not gay”
“I didn't accuse you of being gay” They danced swaying with each other
“Then why would I want to sleep with you”
The taller man spoke the next set of words huskily in his ears “For revenge, for pleasure, to explore and definitely you would enjoy it.”
“Hmm I am not drunk and I won't agree” he walked away feeling dizzy. He felt turned on from the voice in his ears they did things his body didn't like.
He went outside the club to find his car.
A force slammed him to the driver's door and he was spurned around. His blue eyes met the hazel ones. The taller man slammed his mouth on him
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was revenge but he didn't think too much he enjoyed the feeling of the taller man's lips on his.
Him being taller and muscular. Austin saw that he didn't mind on the contrary he loved it.
Their lips had touched there was just no going back, the fire had been ignited there was no extinguisher that could put it off.
Their tongues met and they kissed, there was a fight for dominance and need. Austin felt he was losing. His knees had gone weak and their lips danced together. He let the taller man win leaned in closer to his body. His right palm held Austin's neck tighter he shoved his tongue to the roof of Austin's mouth and licked his teeth, biting his lips and causing the blue eyed man to moan and the taller man palmed Austin's cock through his trousers forgetting where they were. He wanted to pull off Austin's top. Austin's hands wandered round the chest he had seen so many times. He felt each muscle and as he felt his cock being rubbed against his clothes he discovered he was enjoying himself and he wanted to come.
“Fuck he cursed loudly.” the taller guy had had made quick work of zipping and unbuttoning his jeans and now his palms were rubbing directly at my dick
Austin didn't know if he was gay but he wanted to have sex. The thought of Angela dissipated and the only thought he felt was how much release he needed. His member was hard and aching and the man before him stroked him, feeling the mouth teasing his testicles and kissing him till he felt he couldn't breathe. The ache between his legs drew sensations to his skin.
He quickly thought he wouldn't mind if they did a quickie here by his car where anyone could see. It was dark outside yet he didn't care
"Shit, your dick is wet from pre cum" the taller man spoke huskily by Austin's ears he withdrew his hands zipped back his trousers and left Austin a haggard mess panting loudly.
“I hope to see you at school, Austin."
Austin felt so disappointed, horny and angry but he went home and finished himself with the thought of what had occurred by his car. He climaxed, bathed and slept well for the first time in three weeks. He forgot all about Oliver or the call he had gone to receive or if he had come back into the bar looking for him.
Taking Oliver's threat to account. He apologise to his mum. Went to school. Got notes from his fellow engineering students, not Benjamin. His best friend wasn't always serious with his books.
He checked his phone while in class there wasn't a response. The lecturer, an old man, was describing the principles and dynamics to certain mechanics and equipment. He would study it later. After class Benjamin went to the restroom to fuck and he was quickly reminded of the night before. He still felt hurt when he thought of Angela and he wondered why he wanted to know who the mystery person was. It was curiosity that made him place a call while he sat down waiting for Oliver and Emilia. The phone rang and his heartbeat rose as he felt nervous. He just wanted to know their identity, thank them and then he would move on.
He looked at his phone screen and the number was still calling after a few rings. There was an answer.
He put it to his ear and called out “Hello”
“ yes,” the voice that replied him was vaguely familiar he tried to remember
He was lost for words yet he went on can we meet
“Austin I never thought I would see the day you wanted to meet me”
His memory clicked it was the football captain. The one that almost brought him to ecstasy last night. “ Fuck you Brian why the hell will you do this ?”
“Meet me downstairs by the garage in 2 minutes” then Brian hung up.
He took angry strides to the garage. His blood boiling he finally knew the identity of the mysterious person. To his shock, it was the Brian , the captain of the football team, who had slept with my girlfriend. Was he playing with him?
He finally reached the garage and after scanning to make sure no one could see he angrily grabbed his collar and demanded to know why he had done this.
Brian didn't answer his question. Instead, he kissed Austin hard on the lips. He leaned into his ears and whispered in a low voice, he said, "It is you that I have always wanted. You asked me yesterday night who I wanted to sleep with. It has always been you.
Austin felt shivers run through his veins. He looked up to see Brian's eyes; they were dark and he felt a tingle roll down his spine.
“What the fuck Brian?”
Chapter 50The heavy silence inside Benjamin’s apartment was almost physical. When Oliver pushed the door open, the living space was swallowed in dark, shadowed gray, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.Benjamin sat on the edge of his narrow bed, his hands clutched tightly in his lap, staring blankly at his own floorboards. There was no sign of Williams no discarded jacket on the couch, no second mug on the counter, no trace of his presence.Oliver stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He took off his denim jacket, his own head still swimming with the dull, artificial buzz of the pills he’d taken earlier, but he forced himself to focus entirely on the frame slumped before him."Ben," Oliver said softly, taking a seat on the wooden chair by the desk.Benjamin didn't look up immediately. His shoulders were rigid, locked tight. "Oliver. What are you doing here?""Austin texted me,"
The low rumble of ambient chatter and the distant clink of glasses filled the space between Austin and Williams. Austin kept his eyes locked on the pool of condensation gathering at the base of his water glass, his heart still hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.Williams finished stacking the clean pint cups, wiped his hands on his black apron, and leaned both forearms against the cool mahogany counter. He studied Austin for a long, quiet moment, noticing the tense set of his shoulders and the rigid way he held his jaw."You're awfully quiet all of a sudden," Williams noted, his tone light but curious. "You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole campus on your shoulders.""Just tired," Austin lied smoothly, forcing his muscles to relax as he lifted his eyes to meet Williams' gaze. He made sure his expression was totally neutral, burying the sudden storm of panic that had just surged through him. "It’s been a long week."Williams smiled faintly, setting down his
The heavy metal door of the lab hadn’t even slammed fully shut before Benjamin was halfway down the hallway."I'll see you later, Austin," Benjamin had said, his voice flat, stripped of whatever energy he’d entered the building with three hours ago. "Don't worry about it."Austin had opened his mouth to say something anything to cut through the sudden, fragile wall Benjamin had thrown up between them but the words caught in his throat. Benjamin didn't wait for a response. His long, hasty strides echoed against the polished linoleum floor of the science wing, his shoulder bag slung hastily over one arm, until he turned the corner and vanished toward the exit.Standing alone in the doorway of the quiet lab, surrounded by the faint chemical hum of the ventilation hood and the lingering scent of rubbing alcohol, Austin let out a slow, heavy breath. The tension from the three-hour practice session still sat like a knot of lead between his shoulder blades.
The low, amber light of late afternoon filtered through the dusty blinds of the Callahan kitchen, casting long, barred shadows across the worn laminate table. The house was quiet for the first time all week—ten-year-old Ruth was in her bedroom upstairs, her soft, rhythmic laughter occasionally drifting down as she played with her drawing markers, blissfully unaware of the legal storm gathering over her head. Arthur Callahan sat at the table, a half-empty mug of black coffee cooling between his thick, calloused hands. His shoulders, usually as solid and unyielding as iron, sagged under a visible weight. The front door opened and shut with a familiar, heavy click. Brian stepped into the kitchen, his tall frame blocking the narrow doorway. Behind him came Matteo and James, their usual restless, loud energy toned down into a quiet, solemn cadence. Arthur looked up, his weary, dark eyes shifting from his son to the two young men standing beside him. "Boys," Arthur said, his voice raspy f
The manila folder sitting on the kitchen table looked unassuming, but the legal document inside felt like a live explosive.Arthur Callahan sat in the dim light of the overhead fixture, his heavy, calloused hands resting flat on either side of the papers. The lines around his eyes seemed deeper than they had two days ago, carved out by a bone-deep exhaustion that no amount of sleep could fix.Brian stood across the table, his knuckles white where his hands gripped the back of a wooden chair. "What does it say, Dad?"Arthur let out a slow, heavy breath. "Her lawyer filed an emergency motion. Temporary primary residence, pending a full custody hearing. They’re claiming my work hours make the house unstable for Ruth, and that her living environment is compromised."A sharp, violent surge of heat rushed through Brian's chest. A month ago, he would have slammed his fist into the wall or smashed the nearest chair into splinters. He would have let t
The message had been sitting on Brian’s phone for nearly two days before he finally typed out a reply.I’ll be near the student plaza around four. We can talk then.Sophie was waiting by the concrete steps of the humanities building when he walked up, her dark hair pulled back into a loose clip and a sheaf of printed flyers tucked under her arm. She smiled instantly when she saw him, her posture straightening as she stepped into his path."I was starting to think you were ignoring me, Callahan," she said, her voice light, carries through the breeze."Busy week," Brian replied, stopping a few feet away with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark jacket."I get it," Sophie said softly, her eyes lingering on his face for a beat longer than necessary, taking in the shadow of fatigue beneath his eyes. "Look, I wanted to catch you about the campus fall showcase. The sports committee needs a rep for the opening panel, and I







