LOGIN★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★I don’t know how my legs move, but I walk downstairs and slip outside, heading toward the stables without any real plan. The Friesian is there in his paddock, watching me with the same wary eyes he gives Levi. A thought flashes across my mind: this must have been Danny’s horse. The one that still refuses to let Levi close. Even the animal is holding onto something from that time.I sit on the fence for a while, just watching him. Then I keep walking until I reach the open field. I lie down in the grass, staring up at the vast sky.My mind won’t stop replaying the room. I had snooped further, opening drawers, lifting stacks of old papers. There were more photos, deliberately hidden at the back of one drawer. In some of them Danny is wearing a dress, soft makeup bringing out the sharp angles of his face, lipstick a bold pop of color. He looks genuinely happy, radiant, even, smiling at the camera like he’s finally allowed to take
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Levi’s touch is impossibly gentle as he kneels behind me on the bed, applying the cool ointment to my sore hole. Every stroke of his fingers makes me wince, but the sting is nothing compared to the gentleness with which he’s handling me now.“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers for the umpteenth time, voice thick with regret. “I got too rough. I never want to hurt you like that.”I shift slightly, breathing through the discomfort. “It’s okay. I asked for it. I wanted it rough, remember?”He doesn’t look convinced. He finishes spreading the ointment, then wipes his hands and climbs back onto the bed, pulling me carefully into his arms. His chest is warm against my back, one hand resting lightly on my hip.We stay like that for a long time, the room quiet except for our breathing. I try to let the comfort sink in, but my mind keeps spiraling and racing.Eventually exhaustion wins. Levi’s breathing evens out behind me, and I drift off
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Turns out the Friesian isn’t just skittish — he also hates Levi. I’ve been watching them all morning, and I can feel the bad energy between them as clearly as Levi’s growing frustration. The carrots he meant to feed the horse are still clutched in his hand, and the determined look he had earlier has faded into discomfort.The sun warms my skin as I stretch out on the grass, watching the horses move across the big turnout field. Levi stands near the tall black Friesian, speaking in a low, soothing voice. He reaches out slowly, trying to groom the horse’s neck or scratch behind his ears, but the big animal pins his ears back and steps away every time.“Come on, boy,” Levi murmurs, calm as ever. “It’s just me.”The Friesian snorts and tosses his head, refusing to let Levi get close. No grooming, no scratches, nothing. Levi tries again, patient as always, but the horse stays distrustful, muscles tense.Meanwhile Freya was an absolut
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★“Levi. We can’t.” I protest weakly. Even though I’m just as hard as he is. Just as turned on and desperate for release. He palms my cock through my boxers and a whimper escapes me. “Fuck.” Levi doesn’t stop , so I cling to his forearms, though not exactly tight enough to restrict his movements. He kisses me, licking into my mouth in a filthy way that makes my head heavy and my blood sing “Relax baby, let me make you come. You need this.”“But what about your parents.?” “My parents?”“Yeah. What if they hear us?”“In this big ass house? I don’t think so.” He cups my balls and I buck up into his hand chasing the sweet sensation. His lips return to mine, before trailing down to my jaw and neck leaving little bites and hot kisses that make me turn pliant, and give in to the sweet torture at his hands. “Good boy. That’s it. You wanna come?” He rasps, his fingers snaking beneath my shorts and wrapping tightly around my cock. It’s
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Levi stands and pulls me up with the hand he’s been holding on to.“Thanks for lunch.” I babble out.“You’re welcome darling.” His mum replies, her smile back in place. We walk out of the dining space, back through the open living area. We move through the house without hesitation, past the staircase, toward a set of glass doors at the back I didn’t notice before.He opens the door and we walk into warmer, freer atmosphere. It smells of grass, hay and warmed earth.Out here, in the country side, in Levi’s home, he’s not as controlled and serene as I know him to be. He’s the entire opposite: tense and uncertain and so young. It makes my chest ache a little. The ground extends out further and down into a rolling hill. Green and so open makes me think of Levi’s eyes. We walk down a path leading away from the patio, cutting through the grass towards a structure further out. Maybe the stables.For a while, the only sound is
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Caleb’s pov★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Levi has been gone for a little more than ten minutes now, but it’s not that bad because his mum has made it her mission to make me comfortable and it’s working. Now she’s telling me about her younger years.“…and my mother insisted it would be a disaster,Not because of him, of course—she adored him—but because she didn’t trust business and family mixing.”I blink, trying to catch up.His dad doesn’t help.He just sits there like he’s heard this story a hundred times—he probably has— and still lets her tell it properly.“It wasn’t even business yet,” she continues, waving a hand like that detail annoys her even now. “Our parents were still pretending it was just a partnership. As if that makes it less of an arrangement.”“You say arrangement like you were forced,” his dad says mildly.“I was forced,” she retorts, then smiles. “Just not unwilling.”I laugh before I can stop myself.She catches it immediately, turning to
TONYThe knocking on my bedroom door starts soft, then gets increasingly aggressive until it sounds like Vanya's about to break the thing down. I roll over and squint at my phone. Seven in the morning. Of course."What?" I call out, my voice still rough with sleep."Tony, get up. The heater's dead
CALEB The first thing I register is voices—urgent, overlapping whispers that seem to come from somewhere far away, like under water. Then there's a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently but insistently. "Caleb. Hey, Caleb, come on." I try to open my eyes, but the light feels like it's stab
CALEB The house smells wonderful. My mom's roast turkey, golden and perfect as always, mocks me from the kitchen. Even when everything else falls apart, she can still nail a holiday meal. Three forks gleam at each place setting because we're apparently dining with royalty today. "Glaze the carr
CALEB My phone buzzes seventeen times Friday morning. I don't look at it. The screen lights up again and again from where I've shoved it face-down on my nightstand, Tim's name probably flashing with each desperate attempt to reach me. Part of me wants to read the messages, wants to see what exc







