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David;Flutters erupt in my chest when Salvatore kisses me back. He pulls me to himself as he grabs my waist and I step on my toes to reach him better.I feel my clothes soaking, but I don’t care. I bury my fingers into Salvatore’s hair as I deepen the kiss, and Salvatore soon takes over the kiss. I feel heat and joy collide inside, but that happiness is just for a brief minute as Sal suddenly pulls me away from him.“What are you doing? “He demands, and I blink at him in confusion.Wasn’t he just kissing me??? What does he mean what am I doing?“Sal, please… Don’t do this right now. “ I say as I try to move close to him, but he steps away.“No, you shouldn’t do this. You’re driven by a desperation I can’t understand. All of a sudden, out of the blue, you walk into the bathroom and start kissing me. Do you have any idea what that could cause? Where it could lead!? “He demands, and I swallow.“I do… “I reply as I begin to press my thumbs against each other while fumbling the hem of my
Salvatore;I turned him down.No… I didn't turn him down… I gave him time to think things through.I don't know. Maybe I'm just too cowardly to face him? He's becoming bold. Very hold. If I give him what he wants, he will be able to see through me. He'll be able to see how much I want him.…Hie much I need him. Then pushing him away would be more difficult and what if get addicted to him!?I sigh as I place a plaster over the wound on my side, and I clench and unclench my fists as I stare at my healing knuckles. I shut my eyes as I remember when David bandaged them.I remember his face… his words… his need… the way he kissed me. God, there are so many things I want to do to him. But if I do this, he will expect more. More that I can't give. I want him and he's making it difficult to hold on. I groan in frustration before turning my laptop up. I punch a few buttons, and live video feeds flood my skin. My room is completely dark. I can't see any movement. I don't think he's in there. Da
Salvatore’s:The night’s cool breeze swirls around me as I lean closer to David. Our close proximity gives me warmth without even touching him, and suddenly all I can think about is how it would feel to hold him. To touch him. To… Fuck him.“I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t… I shouldn’t have… “He begins as he looks away, and I smirk at the embarrassment on his face.It’s a masterpiece. He was so brave and demanding this morning, and now he looks like a kitten caught doing something wrong. God, he’s so adorable, I can’t stand it. I reach for his face, and he flinches and shuts his eyes. He’s so fragile. The bed dips under my weight as I reach for his face. I take his chin between my thumb and index, and make his flushed face turn to me. “Why are you apologising? “I question, and he solely opens his eyes. His warm breath fans my fingers as his violet eyes stare at me in utter confusion.“You asked me to fuck you this morning… “I begin, and he blinks back with wide eyes. His lips part slightl
David;His grip on my hair tightens as I push myself to take more of him into my mouth. My jaw is starting to hurt, and there’s saliva pooling in my mouth, but how can I stop when he’s making such beautiful sounds?I struggle to swallow more of his length and I feel him slide into my throat. I can only hold him that deep before a violent cough ripples through me. I pull away from him, cough and gasping as I fall to the floor, and when I look up at him, I find him smirking.“You’ve gotten better… “He says smugly, and I gulp. Struggling to stabilise my system.“You look adorable in that shirt. “He teases, and I feel my cheek come alive. Causing me to look away. He suddenly moves off the bed and when he hovers over me, I can’t help but gasp in shock. Our faces are just a breath apart. “We’re not done. You know that, right? “He says, and I blink back at him. My face getting hotter as I feel heat creep up my neck.Are we- Are we going to do it? I feel tingles run up my thighs and between
Salvatore;David moans as I push myself into him, and it’s difficult to control myself when he keeps sounding like that. He is so fucking tight, warm and moist, it’s driving me insane.I slowly increase the pace of my thrusts, and he throws his head back. His moan once again sends electric shivers coursing through me.“Ahh… “He whimpers, and I inhale as I slide deeper into him. “Fuck… “I breathe as I stare down at where our bodies connect. I watch as I slam into him, and he groans when I go deeper.“F-Faster… “He breathes, and I slow down in shock. I was going easy for his sake, and here he is, asking for more.“Are you… Are you sure? “I question, still battling to hold back and he turns to his side to look at me.“Mm-hm.. “He replies, biting his lower lips, and I lose it. I tighten my grip on his waist, and ram into him with all the force I’d been holding back. His moan rents the air, and that is my cue to keep going.I reach for his dick and begin to stroke him as I fuck him, and he
David;I slowly open my eyes, and my gaze falls on the massive ceiling-to-floor window in the room. I listen to the ocean in the distance clap, and a smile crawls onto my face. It’s morning…Memories of last night begin to flood my mind, and my smile turns to a blush. Causing me to shut my eyes. I had sex… I actually had sex… And it was amazing! It felt better than anything I ever imagined.I remember the way Salvatore held and touched me, and my heart begins to flutter in excitement. Everything was so… perfect. The way he looked at me, kissed me, claimed my body… The way he asked me to call his name. I feel my cheeks begin to burn and finally, I gather the courage to turn to look at him. I turn my face to the other side of the bed, and my smile drops when I find it empty. My brows crease in confusion, and I try to sit up, but I groan when pain knocks me back to the bed.It took me trying to move my body to realize that EVERYTHING HURTS! I was so in the moment last night, that I kept
David;I sit anxiously on the bed as I wait for Mrs Lana, and finally, there’s a knock on the door.“C-come in… “I call, and I watch the door open.“Are you okay dear? Why did you insist on me coming here? These stairs are torture to my bones and- “She begins, but freezes when she sees me. Her jaw drops, and I nervously adjust the collar of the shirt I’m in.“What happened? “She questions as she rushes up to me, and I look away with my face turning hot. How did I call her all the way up here without thinking of what to say if/ WHEN she asked this question?“Wait. Is it- Is it what I’m thinking? “She questions, and I quickly look up at her in alarm. I’m sure my face is as red as a stop sign by now.“N-no! It’s not what you’re thinking. That didn’t happen! “I lie, and she raises a brow as she folds her hands across her chest.“Really? What am I thinking? “She questions, and I look away.“I don’t… I don’t know. I’m just… I’m just guessing you think that Sal and I… “I begin before stealin
David;I walk out of the mansion, in a blue button-up shirt, black slacks, white ankle socks, and shiny black shoes… I also have a scarf draped around my neck. Yes. I remember Sal said it’s an office party, and I should dress casually, but I know the game he’s playing, and I won’t let him.Mrs. Lana had a fit of laughter when she saw me, but I didn’t care. This covers a lot of the damage that pompous Salvatore caused, and I’m fine with it. I’m not going to go anywhere looking like a billboard advertising Salvatore’s kisses. I get into the car parked in front of the house, and as I slide in beside him, he doesn’t even spare me a glance. I shut the door, and he taps the back of the driver's seat - signalling him to move.As I settle into the car, I can't take my eyes off him.He's in a plain black tee shirt that hugs his biceps and firm build deliciously while showing off that sexy tattoo around his left arm. He's in denim pants, has a Rolex watch around his wrist, and simple black sne
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Lucas;The drive back home was hell. David wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and Sal was oddly quiet. David feels guilty. I know it. It’s written all over him, and I can not help but feel like the biggest fuck in the entire freaking planet. I kissed him. Against his will. Out of the freaking blue like a fucking rapist.He belongs to Sal. I know that. He and Sal are the couple. Bumpy as they may be, they belong together.I have no place in this mix, and yet somehow I have managed to kiss both men in a matter of days. It’s disgusting to think about. How weak and grey my morals are. If David finds out I kissed Sal, heaven alone knows how he’ll take it. And if Sal finds out I kissed David!? It’s going to be chaos. I’m going to ruin everything. I’m going to fucking destroy everything.My friendship with Sal,David’s shot at happinessSal’s shot at happiness…Maybe I should just leave. I think it’s best I do. For years, I’ve been able to hide my feelings for Sal, but things aren’t the
Salvatore;It’s been hours. And the more time drags by, the slower it seems. David has been quiet. His knees are bouncing anxiously, and he bites his nails. I know he has questions… and fears. But he knows this is not the place to ask them. Neither does he have the courage to ask, and for that I’m slightly grateful.I do not know how to explain to him that I love him but at the same time am attracted to my bestfriend… Maybe even more than attracted to him. The more I think of it, the more questions pop up in my mind. What if all these years, the urge I felt to protect him… The peace I always got in his presence… The urge to see him often… How he’s always been able to reach through my self-hate and make me feel human– How I let him do it. What if it was deeper than just friendship?Now that I think about it, I never liked seeing anyone with Lucas. That’s another reason I dislike that Elias guy. It’s not like Lucas dated a lot… He only ever got in one relationship, and it didn’t la
Salvatore;I blink at him in silence as his words replay in my head. A swarm of emotions that are stronger than my heart hit me, and I can feel the pain in my chest.“W-what?”I mutter, and he breaks down again.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m… I… Sal, I'm sorry…” He sobs, and I don’t know what to do.I don’t know how to feel.At first, I feel betrayed, but then again… I’ve also kissed Lucas.Why did David kiss him? What is going on between them? Is… is David gravitating towards Lucas? Is he… is he replacing me with Lucas?“I…I swear it… I didn’t mean it, Sal…” he cries as he covers his face again in shame, and I swallow.Why am I not mad? Why is it fear I feel instead? Fear of David’s feelings for me slowly changing…“Do… do you hate me?” He croaks, and my heart breaks.His pain hurts me. I shouldn’t let him feel so guilty over something I’ve also done. “Do… do you love him?” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, and David stares at me in stunned silence.His crimson eyes a
Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol
David;“Lu-Lucas?” “Shh… Just a minute…” He breathes, and I feel shivers run up and down my spine. His grip on me tightens, and my heart starts drumming like it would erupt out of my chest soon.Lucas’s face draws closer to mine, and instead of pulling away, I feel myself melting under the seductive heat of him. What am I doing??“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He breathes, and I feel goosebumps rise along my skin.I move my other hand and place it on his shoulder, but it stays there… it doesn’t push him away. “You’re tempting too… It’s dangerous… Makes it hard for me to think…” He whispers as his eyes move from my eyes down to my lips, and I feel my body begin to respond to him… To how close we are.“Lucas.. You’re… you’re bleeding…” I try to regain control, but even my voice is weak. Why am I sounding like this? Feeling like this? Like a part of me has wanted this for a while.“You belong to Sal… I know that… I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t even thin
David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two against one, I can already see that the two thieves are already getting tired. And the guy on the ground still hasn’t gotten up. Did I actually kill him!??My grip tightens on the car at the thought of being responsible for someone’s death, and I swallow.“What are you? A fucking wrestler!?” One of the guys yells at Lucas before Lucas plants a heavy blow in the guy's guts, and I smirk in satisfaction as I enjoy the show. Perhaps, he didn’t need my help all along…It’s almost too easy. The way he dodges punches and counterattacks… It’s like a scene from a fucking action movie. It’s so entertaining, I’m so close to starting to jump and cheer for him.I’m busy watching the display with a huge gri
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr