RafaelI looked down at Fred’s cock—thick, flushed, twitching, and smirked before letting my gaze trail up to his frowning face.“What are you saying now?” he asked, cocking my head. “That you’re the top? Hell no. I’m not letting you stick your whatever inside me.”He scowled, but I didn’t care.“I came here to experiment with something, not flip the script,” he added, eyes narrowing. “So don’t make this harder than it already is.”Fred tried to sit up, all flustered and pissed, but I pinned him right back against the couch with a palm to his chest.“How about we check who the bottom really is then?” I whispered.His brows drew tight. “How are we supposed to do that?”I leaned closer until our lips brushed. “Let me tease you first… I just can't resist you.”And then I kissed him—slow, deep, tongue sweeping into his mouth like I owned it. He moaned, soft at first, but I felt his body giving in.I slid down his chest, trailing my mouth across his skin like it belonged to me. Warm. Smoot
FredI couldn’t stop thinking about him.After I left that room, I tried—God, I really did. I paced around mine like a lunatic. Took a cold shower. Even touched myself, hoping to shut it all off, to find relief, to feel normal again.But nothing worked.Nothing could kill the image of Rafael's smirk, the way his voice dipped when he teased, or the taste of that kiss still lingering on my tongue like sin.I was hard. Rock hard. And not because of Wendy. Not even remotely.Something was wrong with me.I told myself I just needed answers. That’s all. Closure. Maybe confrontation. I was pissed off about how Rafael and Wendy suddenly left the restaurant, about how I was left behind like a forgotten bag of trash.But that wasn’t the full truth, was it?No. The truth was—I wanted him. I wanted to see him, feel him, ask him what the fuck he did to me and maybe, just maybe, let him do it again.So I got dressed, still half hard and frustrated, and found myself at his door.And now… here I am.
RafaelI walked into my room with a stupid grin on my face.I couldn’t help it. Whatever just happened back there… God. I liked it. Too much, maybe. The way he looked at me, the way his lips moved, even when he was yelling. It was all stuck in my head like a damn loop.I dropped my clothes on the floor and headed straight for the shower. The water hit my skin hard, but it didn’t help. I was still burning. My body, my chest, my mind—everything felt like it was set on fire the second Fred touched me.And that kiss?Shit.I leaned my head against the wall, letting the water run down my back. I was obsessed. I knew it. He was in my veins now. I wanted to claim him. Own him. Every single part.When I finally got out, I towel-dried my hair, threw on a singlet and a pair of shorts, and fell back onto the bed. I laid there, staring at the ceiling like a crazy person, grinning like I’d just won something.Fred. Fred. Fred.His voice, his lips, that look in his eyes when he realized I didn’t sw
FredI was still on my knees. My throat burned, and my chest felt like it was getting tighter by the second. I looked up at him, my eyes stinging, full of tears I wasn’t proud of. My whole body was sweaty and shaky. I looked like hell. I felt worse. But more than anything, I was pissed. Really pissed.Rafael just stood there, calm like he wasn’t watching me fall apart. And then he said it.“What are you waiting for? Gulp it down your throat.”He pressed his dick against my bottom lip, and before I could think twice, he pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed around it. Gulped it down like he asked. My jaw ached. My chest still hurt. I pulled back and gasped, wiping my mouth.“Done!” I snapped. “Now give me—give me the antihistamines. Just give it to me!”He nodded like he was satisfied, then stood up from the sofa casually, like we hadn’t just crossed ten lines.I forced myself to stand, even though my knees were about to give out. My body was twitching, hot, sick. I held out my hand. “P
FredMy chest tightened. Each breath felt like dragging air through a straw, and panic started crawling up my spine. I clutched at my shirt and gasped out, “Come in then… Come…”My voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore—shaky, weak, desperate.That bastard didn’t even flinch. No remorse in his eyes. He walked in smiling like I’d just invited him to a dinner party. How the hell did he even know about my peanut allergy? Did Wendy tell him? That wouldn’t make sense… Why the hell would she?“Wow,” Rafael said casually, looking around like he was on a goddamn house tour. “You have a cool apartment.”I didn’t care. My legs felt like jelly, and sweat was already running down my face. I stumbled forward, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him close with what little strength I had left.“Give it to me,” I growled.He tilted his head like a damn puppy. “Give you what?”I lost it. “The fucking antihistamines!”He just laughed—fucking laughed—and slowly raised the bottle, wiggling it betwee
RafaelHave you ever fallen for someone so hard that it starts to feel like gravity?That was Fred.I was just a scrawny first-year in high school when I first saw him — tall, sharp-jawed, cocky in that quiet way. He wore his school uniform like it was made for a fashion magazine, always with one hand in his pocket, the other slung lazily over his backpack strap. His smile? Rare. But devastating.He was already a senior back then — six whole years ahead of me. Practically in a different universe. But that didn’t stop my heart from lunging out of my chest every time he walked past me in the halls.I didn’t exist to him, of course. I was just some background noise. A kid.But me? I remembered everything. The way he once laughed at a teacher’s joke under his breath. The first time I saw him helping a girl carry a broken project to the science lab. The exact shade of blue his collar looked when sunlight hit it during morning assembly.Yeah. It was bad.When high school ended, I figured I’