ログインThis part of the story sits right at the intersection of the two things driving Lucas right now: the growing unease about the King house (and especially Mr. King), and the very real, very human jealousy that hits him the moment another man touches Raihan too familiarly. I wanted the morning to start soft and a little funny — that private, sore, smug energy between two boyfriends who almost got caught the night before — before the mood flips the second Liam walks through the door. Lucas doesn’t even know the guy’s name yet and he’s already bristling. That felt true to him. Next time we’ll stay with the jealousy a bit longer and see how Raihan handles the shift in Lucas… and whether Lucas can can keep his curiosity about the closed doors from getting him into trouble. Thanks for reading💌 I love you’ll..Bye❤️
LUCAS Morning came too bright.I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Sunlight was already cutting across the bed. Raihan was still asleep next to me, face half-buried in the pillow, one arm thrown over my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. My body reminded me very clearly of everything we’d done the night before. Certain parts of me felt used in the best and worst way.I tried to move.Bad idea.A low, involuntary sound left my mouth before I could stop it. Raihan’s eyes opened instantly. He looked at me, then at the way I was carefully not shifting my hips, and a slow, smug smile spread across his face.“Sore?” he whispered.“Shut up.”He grinned wider and propped himself up on one elbow. His hair was a disaster. There was a faint mark on his collarbone that I definitely put there. He looked entirely too pleased with himself.“You’re walking funny today,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “I can already tell.”“I’m not walking funny.”“You will be.”I grabbed the
LUCAS After dinner I went straight up to my room and shut the door.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, just staring at the floor. My phone stayed face-down on the nightstand. I didn’t open it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not even Raihan.The whole evening kept replaying in my head. The way Mr. King looked at me across the table. That calm little sentence about doors that stay closed. The fact that he said it in front of his wife like it was nothing.I stood up and walked to the window. The gardens were dark now. Only a few outdoor lights were on. Somewhere past the trees I could still make out the shape of that smaller building I’d noticed earlier. Closed. No lights. Just sitting there like it didn’t want to be seen.I thought about going back to that panel upstairs. The one he’d caught me near. My hands even twitched like they wanted to try again.But I didn’t move.Not tonight.He’d already seen me once. Doing it again the same day would be stupid. I needed to wait.
LUCAS I had almost gotten the panel to give when a voice cut through the quiet behind me.“Who are you looking for?”The words froze me mid-motion. My pulse slammed hard against my ribs.Caught. Already. Fucking hell.I should have sweet-talked Raihan into bringing me here himself. Should have played the curious boyfriend, the one who just wanted the full tour. Instead I was standing in front of a door that clearly wasn’t meant to be found, heart hammering loud enough I was half-convinced the man behind me could hear it.I turned slowly.Mr. King stood a few paces away, still in the clothes he’d worn to the office, tie loosened, eyes sharp and assessing. He didn’t look angry. He looked careful. Suspicious in the quiet way of someone who noticed things most people missed.“Are you lost?” he asked.“Yeah,” I said, the lie coming easier than it should have. “Something like that. I was looking for Raihan’s room.”His expression shifted—recognition first, then something closer to warmth,
LUCAS The last few weeks with Raihan, Drey, and the others had been pure chaos—the good kind. The kind that left your ribs sore from laughing and your phone full of photos you’d never post. Now summer had officially swallowed the calendar, and everyone was scattering for a full month to whatever version of home still claimed them.I didn’t have one.My aunt’s place was the only option on paper, and the thought of it made my skin crawl. Three women, strange faces, endless questions about my “plans,” and me—the only guy in the house—smiling through it like a hostage. Boring didn’t even cover it. It would be a special kind of slow death.“What are you thinking about?”Raihan’s voice yanked me back. He was watching me with that half-smile he always wore when he already knew the answer.“Nothing,” I said. Too fast.“Bullshit.” He leaned in. “My mom’s been asking about you. Said she’d love to have you around for the month. The whole crew’s coming. Big house, no rules, actual food that isn’
LUCAS I laughed under my breath, still shaky, and reached for the toilet paper. Raihan leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching. His cock was still half-hard. He didn’t move to help.I cleaned up as best I could—thighs, the floor, then his hand when he finally held it out. My jeans were a lost cause; the button gone, zipper jammed. I yanked them up and shoved my shirt back in.Raihan fixed his own clothes, then tipped my chin up with one finger.“You’re still leaking,” he murmured. His other hand slipped between my legs from behind, two fingers pressing against me. I jerked.“Raihan—”“I know. Class.” He licked his fingers clean, unlocked the stall, and nodded toward the door. “Come on.”We washed our hands in silence. My reflection looked wrecked—swollen lips, messy hair, a red mark already darkening on my neck. Raihan caught me staring and smirked.We made it back to the lecture hall as people were settling in. Noah, Ethan, Drey, Ana and Ava were already in their sea
LUCAS It’s finally Monday morning. We woke up late—sun already too bright through the curtains, both of us tangled in the sheets like we’d been glued there. Raihan groaned when he saw the time, then shoved me toward the bathroom with a sleepy “Move, we’re fucked.” We showered in record time, barely rinsing off, hands slipping over wet skin more out of necessity than anything else. I almost fell trying to dry my hair while. Raihan brushed his teeth with one hand and pulled on a shirt with the other. We grabbed our bags, bolted out the door, and made it to the car with two minutes to spare. The lecture hall was still half-empty when we got there. People were trickling in, chatting, scrolling on their phones but drey and the others haven’t arrived yet Raihan dropped into his usual seat and tipped his head back with a quiet sigh. I leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth quick, and muttered, “Gonna piss before it starts.” He hummed, eyes already half-closed. I didn’t think anythin







