MasukAlthough he answered calmly, I knew he was mad somehow. If there was anything he and Julian had in common, it was the fact that they were both proud men. I had talked to Julian countless times to try and get along with Malcolm, when I saw how awkward things were between them, but he always waved it off. Promising to do so but never really doing it. So I stopped pushing, deciding that they’ll come around eventually, but they never didn’t.“Well Malcolm, it doesn’t matter now. We’re no longer together so you don’t have to worry about him anymore. But still…it doesn’t mean I agree with what you’re saying though. Julian isn’t into me. And he sure as hell won’t hurt me by sabotaging my relationship. Even if he doesn’t like my partner.”“Well…I only wanted to tell you the truth I never got the chance to say a year ago. So if you wanna believe me, that’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. But I’ll urge you to tell your friend that we met up. Tell him I said he lied about what happened a yea
“Of course he has a reason too. And that reason is me.Seriously, Noah. Are you just blind or are you really dumb?”My brows furrowed immediately, already offended by what he just asked. “Excuse me? Did you just call me dumb?”He gave a small laugh, like what I said amazed him. “I didn’t call you dumb, sweet. I just asked a question. Because I’m surprised you don’t know the reason why your best friend always hated me from the very moment he met me.”“He never hated you, Malcolm. I told you that countless times. He’s just really protective of me and he finds it hard adjusting to having someone else in my life, especially since it’s just been us for years.” I shot back, sitting up straighter, refusing to look away. “Okay, screw that! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.” He cut in immediately, slightly running a hand through his hair. “Can’t you see it? Can’t you see he’s clearly into you? Or are you just pretending you don’t know?”I froze at the question, the right wo
Malcolm answered on the first ring, almost like he was expecting my call. Maybe he was. I wouldn’t be surprised if he still had my number all this while. I picked a venue and set the time for 6 p.m. Driving down to the place, my head was filled with conflicting thoughts. Was this really necessary? What if whatever Malcolm had to say was all a lie? A carefully curated lie designed to hit at my friendship with Julian just because he was looking for an easy way back into my life? But on second thought, what if he was actually right? What if there was something that happened a year ago—the real version, not the version Julian told me? So regardless of whatever he wanted to say, if he said even the least uncomfortable thing to me, I was off. And I won’t hesitate to block him again.I arrived a few minutes earlier than the agreed time, mostly because I wanted to get myself comfortable with the fact that I was meeting up with my ex. And even though he was my past, I couldn’t deny the fact th
He froze, then turned around so quickly that if I had blinked, I would have missed it. “Did you just call me a monster, Noah?” His tone was low, deadly. And the look in his eyes? It felt eerie.“I didn’t call you a monster. I only asked if you ain’t a monster yourself. Those are not the same thing.” I answered, squaring my shoulders, refusing to let his gaze intimidate me.He laughed in disbelief and took a few steps toward me.“Are you listening to yourself right now? Because I don’t think you are. Otherwise, you would know that asking me such a question already means you see me as one. Now, Mr. Flinch, tell me… what are the things I’ve done to you that automatically made me a monster?”“Oh wow. It’s Mr. Flinch now?” I asked in surprise, eyes sparkling. “Come on, now you’re just being too much. I already said I never called you a monster. So why are you—”“No, Noah.” He interrupted quickly, hands turning into fists at his side. “You clearly called me a monster, so now I want to know
I had so much fun with Eli, even more than I did when we first met. He made me dinner, and to say I wasn’t surprised at how delicious the meal ended up being would be an understatement. It was like he was a chef at a five-star hotel. The detailing, the presentation, every damn thing down to even the desserts felt intentional. Afterwards, he made me pick a movie and that was what we watched. Whatever he wanted to do, he always asked me first to know if it was something I wanted or if it was something I was comfortable with. And honestly, it felt so good that my opinions were appreciated and valued. After that, we played some board games before retiring to bed. And all through the time we were together my phone kept buzzing with calls and messages from Julian, but I ignored them all. Deciding to handle it the next day when I got home felt. The next morning, after having breakfast with Eli, he dropped me off. And I was all smiles, like a kid who got his deepest wish granted as I walked
Instantly heat flooded my face in embarrassment, but I didn’t stop. If anything, the look in his eyes only made me harder and my cock throbbed violently. It was hungry, almost predatory, like he was enjoying the view. Before I could ask why he was in here, he shut the door, closed the distance between us in one quick stride, then wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking faster. “Holy shit!” I gasped, as my eyes fluttered shut. His other hand wrapped around me, pulling me closer until my head rested on his chest, but the pace didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, and certainly didn’t break. “Tell me, Noah. Tell me how badly you’ve always wanted me to do this. Tell me how badly you’ve imagined your best friend’s hand wrapped around your hard cock,” he whispered against my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin which sent a shiver racing up my spine. “I—I…please, Julian. Don’t—don’t stop. Just keep going fast—arghh!” I gasped, as the rest of the words died in my throat th







