"You either walk away now," Aiden said, his voice sharp and cutting, "or you stay and deal with the consequences." Tristan's chest tightened as he met Aiden's gaze, the challenge blazing in his dark eyes. Every instinct told him to run, to leave before things spiraled out of control, but his feet wouldn’t move. “What’s it gonna be, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low, almost taunting. “Because if you stay, there’s no turning back. You won’t just be here. You'll be mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought... mine!" ...... Even before they became stepbrothers, Aiden and Tristan had never been on good terms, not since high school. Tristan couldn’t have imagined that the arrogant guy he despised—the same one he hated with passion—would one day become his stepbrother, a fact he refused to acknowledge. But after a drunken night led to an accidental kiss, something shifted in Aiden. He began to see Tristan differently, from an angle far removed from brotherhood. It enraged him. He fought to keep hating him, to remind himself how wrong it was. Yet, the harder he tried, the more he missed him. The more he wanted him.
View MoreThe classroom was noisy with students chatting, their voices low but clear enough for Tristan to catch fragments of their conversation. Most of it revolved around him and Aiden. Faustino slid into the seat beside him, leaning closer. "Tristan... is it true? What everyone’s saying about you and Aiden?" he asked, his voice filled, with curiosity. Tristan didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on the open book in front of him, though he hadn’t processed a single word. He flipped a page mechanically, pretending to read while the whispers around him grew louder with every passing second, drowning out the words on the page. "I knew they hated each other before, but this sudden closeness? Could it be their parents are single and got married?" one student speculated, their laughter echoing around the classroom."Isn’t it weird? How can they be stepbrothers? Tristan and Aiden? That just doesn’t add up," another joined in.Tristan’s hands clenched the edges of his book, but he kept his face ca
The whispers began early that morning, spreading like wildfire before Aiden and Tristan even set foot on campus. Brittany’s farewell message had been recorded and shared with the entire school, and by now, nearly everyone had heard the news. Some students were shocked, others didn't care, and a few even thought their sudden closeness made sense. But most were left confused—were they really brothers or just stepbrothers? And if so, why did they hate each other so much? Sam entered the classroom with Jefferson and Colby, their conversation already heating up. "I knew it," Sam declared smugly, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction as if he'd uncovered some great secret. "I always thought they were brothers." "Honestly, it explains a lot," Colby agreed as they took their seats. "They’re so close sometimes. I even thought they were dating at one point, but this clears things up." "Does it, though?" Jefferson frowned, leaning forward on his desk. "What do you mean?" Colby ask
Troy stretched softly as he and Eric finished their dinner. "Are you satisfied, or should I make something else?" Eric asked.Troy responded with a small smile as he stood up. "I'm satisfied," he said, gathering the empty plates from the table. "I'll do the dishes," he added casually, avoiding Eric's gaze as he carried the plates to the small sink in the corner of the kitchen. Eric remained seated for a moment, his eyes following Troy as he rolled up his sleeves and began washing the plates. The gentle sound of running water and the soft clinking of dishes filled the quiet room. After a pause, Eric got up and walked over to Troy. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around Troy's waist from behind, resting his chin lightly on Troy's shoulder. Troy froze for a moment, his hands still under the water. "What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at Eric from the corner of his eye. "Hugging you," Eric said simply, his voice light but warm. "I can see that," Troy muttered, s
"Oh my God! What are you guys doing?" Brittany exclaimed as she marched fully into the room, shock written all over her face. Tristan scrambled to his feet, hastily stepping away from Aiden, whose lips still tingled from the moment they had just shared. Aiden sat up on Tristan’s bed, hurriedly adjusting his disheveled clothes, trying not to look as flustered as he felt. By the time Brittany reached them, her expression was a storm of frustration. "Mom..." Tristan started, his voice unsure, but before he could say another word, Brittany grabbed his arm and began swatting his back with surprising force. Aiden and Tristan exchanged wide-eyed glances, both struggling to process what was happening."I told you not to fight with Aiden anymore!" Brittany scolded, punctuating her words with another swat. "When are you going to listen? He’s your younger brother, for heaven’s sake!" Tristan blinked in stunned silence, while Aiden barely suppressed a grin. She didn’t suspect a thing. Se
Troy leapt out of bed, hurriedly grabbing his clothes and fumbling to put them on with shaky hands. Of all times, why did Aiden have to show up now, just when things were getting interesting? "You could’ve knocked," Eric muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and frustrated as he reluctantly began dressing too. Aiden stood with his back to them, facing the doorframe, arms crossed. A loud scoff escaped his lips. "Knocked? Seriously?" he scoffed again, louder this time. "I’ve always walked in here whenever I wanted, and it’s never been an issue before. This is my place too." He started to turn toward them but stopped, adding pointedly, "Besides, how is this my fault? You’re the one who didn’t bother locking the door." Eric opened his mouth to protest, but Troy intervened, his voice calm yet firm. "Both of you, that’s enough." He shot Eric a warning look before turning back to Aiden. "And you can turn around now." Aiden turned to face them, his eyes immediately narrow
The first rays of sunlight filtered through Tristan's curtains, bathing the room in soft light. Under the sheets, their bodies pressed together in a lazy embrace. Aiden's head rested on Tristan's chest, their breaths in sync. "Awake or not?" Tristan whispered into Aiden’s ear, his voice a mix of teasing and affection. Aiden groaned, shifting slightly. "I'm not, I'm weak to move,” he muttered, his eyes still closed. "Don’t you want to go to school?" Tristan asked softly. Aiden opened one eye, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. "Maybe this is why it’s hard to date someone so intelligent." Tristan chuckled softly, his hand brushing over Aiden’s back. His amusement, however, vanished the moment he heard his name called from downstairs. It was his mother’s voice. "Oh no..." Tristan panicked, making Aiden raise a brow, his eyes still half-closed. "What?" Before Tristan could answer, another voice joined in—Aiden recognized it immediately. His dad. Aiden’s
Troy walked aimlessly through the quiet night, his head bowed as he tried to shake off the sting of Eric’s dad’s words. No matter how much he told himself not to care, the pain kept hitting him, sharp and relentless. It was bad enough that Colby opposed his relationship with Eric—now it seemed Eric’s dad wouldn’t support them either. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the hurried footsteps behind him until a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around. Before he could react, he was pulled into a tight embrace. "I’m sorry," Eric whispered, his voice filled with guilt. Troy blinked, then let himself melt into the hug. He sniffled quietly, his face pressing against Eric’s chest. The familiar scent of Eric’s cologne surrounded him, comforting in its warmth. "I’m so sorry," Eric said again, his arms tightening around Troy. "I didn’t know my dad would act like that. You shouldn’t have had to go through that." Eric pulled back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he glanced do
Colby leaned back in his chair, staring at the table in stunned silence. The question that had been gnawing at him for days finally slipped out. "Troy, you and Eric..." He trailed off, glancing up hesitantly. "You’re dating, aren’t you?" The chatter around the table abruptly ceased. Everyone froze, their eyes fixed on Troy—everyone except Kai. Colby noticed this immediately and frowned. Kai didn’t even flinch or look surprised.Colby’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to him. "You knew, didn’t you?" he asked, his voice low and sharp. Kai shrugged, leaning back in his chair, clearly uninterested in getting involved. "Kai..." Colby pressed. "It’s not my business, okay?" Kai finally replied, his tone dismissive. Sam blinked a few times, as if struggling to process what he’d just heard. He turned to Troy, his voice uncertain. "Wait, are you really dating Eric?" Before Troy could respond, Colby jumped back in. "And is that why Kai blocked us in the locker room earlier? Were yo
Aiden felt the head of Tristan's cock pressing against him and he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "Relax and breathe, baby," Tristan whispered, his hands caressing Aiden's hips. "I'll go slow." Slowly, he began to push forward, the head of his cock breaching Aiden's tight hole. Aiden shut his eyes, his breath caught in his throat as he felt himself being stretched. It burned and he felt a sharp pang of pain.Tristan paused, holding still and kissing Aiden's back softly. "It's okay, you're doing great," he murmured, his lips brushing against Aiden's sweat-dampened skin. "Just breathe and relax for me." Slowly, he pushed forward, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within Aiden's body. Aiden's eyes stung with tears and he bit his lip, clutching the bedspread tightly as he adjusted to the sensation.Tristan held still, his forehead resting against Aiden's shoulder blade. "You okay?" he whispered. Aiden nodded, taking a few deep breaths as he got used t
“Do you feel it too?” Aiden’s voice was so low that Tristan barely heard him, but the words sent a shiver down his spine.As Aiden moved even closer, he blinked several times, taking another step back to put more space between them. A smirk hinted at the corners of Aiden’s silver eyes and caused the skin around his lips to crinkle. He advanced one step forward, then another, until he’d pressed Tristan against the wall with nowhere left for him to go. Tristan’s Adam-apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and tried not to meet Aiden's gaze.“Or is it just me?” Tristan’s breath caught as Aiden’s fingers brushed his, the contact lingering longer than it should have. They were standing too close—closer than brothers should—but neither of them made a move to create space. The heat between them was undeniable in a way that felt dangerous, like standing too close to a flame that could either warm you or burn you alive.Suddenly the power went out, but their faces were still visible thanks to the
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