LOGINAfter my classes for the day, I didn't waste any time heading back to the dorm.
It was only 6pm and I was so excited. I cleaned up and waited for 9pm. By 8:40 pm I got a text from Jennie You better not be doing what I think you are doing. I typed back immediately Ha ha. Very funny. You should be happy I'm happy. She didn't text again but I knew what she was talking about. Telling her about Adrian was not an easy thing but she was the only friend I could talk to that is not cole. Oh poor Cole. A knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I walked to the door, inhaled then exhaled before opening the door. My breath seized. Adrian was at the door looking edible in a tank top. Hair looks wet and messy but hot. "Are you gonna let me in or..." I moved aside quickly and let him in. I locked the door and double checked that it was actually locked. " Soo..." My mouth hung open at the sight before me. Adrian took off his top and his body had me drooling. It wasn't the first time seeing him without a top but right at that moment I wanted to explore his body with my tongue. Before I could go further with my thoughts his mouth was in mine. He pushed me back and my back connected with the door. The pain shot through my body but I ignored it because the heat sipping from Adrian's body was more important. "Mmm..." He tasted like mint and something sweet. He pulled away. "Fuck." He muttered His mouth found the nape of my neck. He sucked and bit down on it like it was his favourite snack. My head felt hazy for a second as jolts of electricity spread through my body. He spun us around and carefully walked in the direction of... No no no, he wasn't actually thinking of... Oh my God. He opened Cole's door with his free hand while the other was around my back holding me in place, as he kept sucking. That was definitely going to be very obvious by morning. But like I said. I don't mind. In a few seconds my clothes were gone from my body and so was his pants. He pushed me into the bed, picked the lube from onto the bedside table. He poured generous amounts on his dick. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke his perfectly erect cock. I was hard too. I haven't gotten any release the whole day because I was anticipating this. "On your stomach." That's saying that action speaks louder than words. Yep. I believe now. I quickly turned. The bed deepened beside me. I was dying of anticipation. His palm connected to my ass. "Christ!" He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust in completely in one go. "Ahhh..." I felt full. "Your hole is so greedy." He leaned in and whispered to my ears. His breath on my skin, while he was inside me made my brain short circuited for a second. "I...I still think this is a bad idea." I said He pulled out slowly and slammed back in with one swift move. Making my brain go blank for a second. "No you don't. And we both know it." At least I tried to stop it. I tried to grab something, anything but the sheets was all I could hold onto. His movements continued as he pulled out and pushed back in, in a slow but steady rhythm now. " Ahhh...mmm..." I bit into the sheet to suppress the sounds I was making, but apparently it annoyed Adrian. "AHH. Fuck." He smacked me and across my ass. " I want to hear it." His pace increased. "Oh god. Yess..." He fucked into my hole faster and harder, like he hadn't been gentle few seconds ago. My hold on the sheets tightened. "Ohh yess. god please" He thrusts a few more times then he flipped me over without pulling out. He positioned both my legs over one of his shoulders and began to slam back into my hole. " Ah ah AHH..." "Your hole is such a slot for my dick." He growled not once stopping his hard thrust. " Yes. I want it." I didn't care if what I was saying made any sense. Adrian spread my legs open, leaned in and fucked me like it was the last time. I hope it is t. "Please. Please don't stop. Ahhh ." "I don't plan to." His mouth captured my swallowing every sound threatening to come out for a while before letting go. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, my nails digging into his back. But he didn't stop or reduce his pace. The moment he hit my sweet spot I swear I saw stars. "AHHH..." He began to fuck me harder hitting the same spot. "Shit. Fuck. Ahhh..." He lifted himself slightly and his hand found my aching leaking cock. He stroked me with his hand. My hold around him loosened. The only sound that filled the room was that of his skin slapping against me. He stopped stroking me and pounded into my hole. His movements changed. I began to stroke myself hard. I wouldn't last another minute. Jets of cum began to spill out all over my chest. My body vibrated like I was just electrocuted. "AHHHH..." Adrian fucked me through my orgasm and not long after he came. "Fuu..uck..." His body jerked a few times before he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for some minute, before he stood up, picked up his pants and took out his phone. "He'll be back in twenty" I hate how he speaks like a robot sometimes. But then he has a dick that compensated me for all his wrong doing. I was spent, but seeing him naked like this in front of me was making me hard again. I stood up, picked up my clothing and headed straight for my room. "He has two more group reading things this week." I was just a step outside Cole's door when I heard it. I paused. But continued walking without looking back. He knew I was desperate for him, but he didn't know to what extent. I tend to show him but not now. The next morning I came out of my room to find Cole and Adrian snuggled on the couch. Adrian kissed my best friend the moment he noticed my presence. His eyes were on me the whole time they were kissing while my best friend's eyes were closed. I was already dressed and ready for school. Being the captain, Adrian had council morning practice that day. So I had only lectures. I wanted to move. My legs didn't bulge. After what felt like forever, he winked at me before finally ending the kiss. "You're off to lecture this early?" Cole asked, looking amused. If only he knew. " Well, you're not the only student here you know." I said. "See you tomorrow. I have a reading session for my project presentation." Wow. So his beloved boyfriend was right. "Yeah see you tomorrow."I said to him then my eyes moved to Adrian. See you tonight. I said in my head. Poor Cole. I don't regret fucking his boyfriend though. It would be our dirty sinful secret.Ryan's pov The coil at the base of my spine wound tighter with every deep stroke, every rough stroke of his hand and every filthy praise he breathed against my skin. My fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. I could feel the edge rushing up—sharp and inevitable. Ahhh....yes fuck." I couldn't help the words coming from my mouth. Zino drove in deeper and held there, grinding against that perfect spot, hand still working my cock in short, relentless strokes. “Let go Father ,” he ordered, voice low, sending all kinds of signals through my body. “Right here on the floor of your church. Let me feel you come apart.” The command shattered whatever was left of my resistance. I came with a choked cry, spilling over his fist and my own stomach in thick pulses while my body clenched around him. The pleasure was blinding, almost painful in its intensity. "Mmm. Mmm..." Zino kept moving through the aftershocks, short and hard, chasing his own release end while my body sti
Ryan's povI prayed until my knees ached.Two full days. Morning Mass, evening prayer, the long silent hours in between on the prie-dieu in the rectory chapel. I forced every memory of his mouth, his voice, the way he had looked up at me from the floor, into the shape of a confession and then begged to be scrubbed clean of it."Forgive the weakness. Forgive the sound I made. Forgive the way I held his hair. Erase him from me."It almost worked.By the second afternoon the sharpest edges of the memory had dulled. I could walk through the church without feeling the ghost of his tongue and slept without waking hard and furious at myself. When I looked at the empty space near the stone wall across the street and found no dark-haired stranger leaning there with a cigarette, something in my chest loosened with relief.He was gone.Thank God.I told myself that over and over while I wiped down the pews, while I replaced the candles, while I locked the side door at dusk. Good that he had take
Ryan’s POVI must be seeing things.I stood frozen in my doorway.He was sitting on the edge of my bed, shirtless, the afternoon light cutting across the hard lines of his chest and shoulders. The leather jacket was tossed over the chair like he belonged here. Like he had every right to be inside the one place I kept locked against the world.My voice came out low and tight.“What the hell are you doing in my room?”He didn’t look surprised. He didn’t look guilty. He simply tilted his head, dark eyes steady on mine, and the corner of his mouth lifted in that same small, certain curve from the street.“I came to pray,Father” he said.The words were soft. Almost reverent. Completely false.I stepped fully inside and shut the door harder than I meant to. The click of the lock sounded too loud in the quiet room. My pulse was already climbing. Heat I had spent the last twelve hours praying against tried to rise again the second I registered the bare skin, the way he sat like he had all the
Ryan’s POV I stayed at the altar long after the stranger’s footsteps faded. The church was quiet again. My hands were steady when I extinguished the remaining candles, but the rest of me was not. That voice. Low and filthy in the most deliberate way. He had shamelessly knelt on the other side of the screen and described his sinful thoughts and desires to me. It was as if he was speaking to me directly, which of course I knew he was but I refused to believe. I exhaled slowly and locked the side door behind me. The rectory was dark except for the small lamp I left on in the kitchen. I poured a glass of water I did not want and stood at the sink, staring at nothing. My pulse was still too fast. Heat sat low in my gut, unwanted and sharp. I could still hear the way he had said "fuck him" like it was already decided. For one dangerous second I let myself imagine it—his hands shoving the cassock open, that younger mouth on my throat, the weight of him pinning me down while he took wha
Zino's povI had killed for less.The envelope arrived the way the serious ones always did: thin, no return address, one photograph, one line of instruction.*Father Ryan. St. Augustine’s, Drape town. Make it look like an accident if you can. If you can’t, make it clean.*I turned the photo in my fingers. Grainy. Taken through rain. A man in a black cassock on the steps of a small stone church. Even in the poor quality I could see the way the fabric hung on him—broad shoulders, long lines, a body that didn’t belong under a collar. On the back: *Thirty-five. Six-two. Dark hair. Green eyes. Former asset. High risk.*Former asset.The organization didn’t waste time on men who had walked away unless those men had become problems. They said he had been the best in his time. Clean. Precise. Ghost-level. Then one job went sideways and he vanished. No body. No trail. Just gone. Now he wore a cassock and answered to “Father.”I was the best in my time. Present tense. Younger than him by enough
Elias’s POV Breakfast was quiet and tense. Roman sat across from me at a long table in what passed for a dining room in the building. Eggs. Toast. Black coffee that burned going down. His men came and went, dropping papers, murmuring updates, never quite meeting my eyes. Word had clearly spread that I was under the boss’s protection—and that touching me would cost them something permanent. The knowledge should have made me feel safer. Instead it made my skin crawl with the reminder that I was already marked as his. Roman watched me eat like he was cataloguing every bite I took. When I pushed the plate away he stood, jerked his chin, and I followed. The day blurred into a string of meetings I only half understood—dock schedules, names I filed away for later, money moving in directions that would have made my old lieutenant sit up and take notice, including a few drug trafficking details. Through all of it Roman kept me close. He had a hand on the back of my neck when he introduced m
Two months ago when my mom called to say Rhys was coming home for Thanksgiving I'd said great, cool, can't wait in the most convincing voice I owned and then sat on my dorm room floor for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing.A year.Three hundred and sixty five days of distance and silence and
It was finally Thursday. And guess what? I was handling it very maturely by not thinking about it every single second of every waking hour. Scratch that. I was not handling it maturely at all. out of excitement I even had to call my sister to tell her about it, because she was the only one
I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the image of Adrian watching while I stroked myself until my cock was spent. The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about it too during swim practice. And the one after that. Cole had a thesis paper due in three weeks and had essentially relocat
Cole sent me a text around 9pm. At the library till midnight. Don't wait up. Adrian might stop by to grab my hoodie. I stared at the message for longer than necessary then tossed my phone face down on the bed. Adrian might stop by. Well that's fine. It's cool. Completely fine. I lasted abou







