MasukAiden's POV I was awake through everything, but my eyelids were impossibly heavy, as if weighted with lead. Even when I forced them open for a split second, the world blurred and spun before my lids slammed shut again, plunging me back into darkness.My body reacted when things grew too intense, twitching, flinching and sometimes yelling words I wasn't supposed to but I was still too weak to fight him off. Every muscle felt disconnected, heavy and useless.I shouldn’t have drunk that drink. I shouldn’t have stepped into that bathroom. I shouldn’t have left the room so late at night.The man dressed me with careful, almost gentle hands, the drug still thick in my veins even after whatever rest I’d managed. My skin prickled where his fingers brushed it, a sickening reminder.He carried me out of the room, my head lolling against his shoulder, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap. He dropped me off at the bar where he’d drugged me, leaving me crumpled on the cold, gritty fl
Mysterious Stranger’s POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the bar’s neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was still trying to form words that never quite made it out. I kept one arm looped around his waist, casual to anyone watching, possessive to anyone who mattered. The driver didn’t bother to ask questions. It’s normal around here to go out with your partner and come back drunk, I guess that’s what he’s thinking.My hotel room wasn’t very far from the bar, it was the kind of hotel that don’t ask questions when you come back late or with an unconscious person.Third floor, corner room, soundproofed enough that the hallway carpet swallowed our footsteps. I carried him the last few steps, bridal style, because why not indulge the irony? And kicked the door shut behind us.Inside, the lights were l
Aiden’s POVThe city felt like it was pressing in on me tonight, every streetlight too bright, every shadow too deep. My head was a storm, replaying what happened in the bathroom with Jordan like a broken record, the hollow ache in my chest that had been growing for two weeks. I thought I had successfully recovered from it all but when I saw Jordan in the bathroom today, everything just came back like someone ripped off the bandage on my wound.I don’t blame Jordan, for some reason I am not angry at him however I am disappointed at him. But then I feel sorry for him too, for how long has he been holding his feelings? Is it as long as I’ve been holding mine for Orlando? If you look closely we see in the same boat but we are different. I’d never behave like that with Orlando’s stuff because I respect him.I couldn’t lie still in the apartment anymore, so I pulled on my hoodie, shoved my hands in my pockets, and slipped out just after 2 a.m., hoping the cold would at least drown out
Jordan's POVI don't know how long I've been sitting here on this toilet seat, holding Aiden's boxer briefs.For a while now I've been concealing my feelings for my roommate. I know I am not his type, I know he won't accept someone like me.So I hid my feelings and suppressed them, dying in silence.But, when he showed me his vulnerable side two weeks ago, the feelings I'd be pressing down suddenly overflowed.He cried on my chest, he let me hold him and comfort him, he let me touch him.I heard a loud noise like someone was breaking it, I quickly stood up with his boxer briefs still in my hand and rushed over.Aiden was all alone in the room, if something happens to him I won't be able to forgive myself.However, when I heard Macmillan's loud laugh I knew it was nothing serious, it was just Macmillan and something tells me he's brought a girl from the club over.I leaned against the toilet sink, my back pressing against it while I massaged my throbbing dick through my pants.The rea
Aiden's POV It's been more than two weeks since the incident at the subway and my touching moment with Jordan.Mr Reginald hasn’t tried anything funny since that day however I also try to avoid being around him when we are alone.I was so worried Jordan would tell the others about what happened that day but he didn't.He said it's going to be our own little secret that he won't let anyone know what happened unless I told them.He has also been acting like nothing happened, he treats me the same and I love it.I'm hunched over my desk, hood up, music blasting through the over ear headphones, loud enough to drown out the world.My playlist was on shuffle, this keeps my pulse from flatting while I grind through my chemistry book.It's almost one thirty am, I am the only one in the room, Jordan is in the bathroom, he's been in there for like an hour, I wonder what he’s doing in there. My peaceful night was suddenly no longer peaceful, the front door exploded inwardly, not the normal ope
Aiden's POVI stood in front of the teacher's office, my heart pounding in my chest not because I just ran all the way here but because I was scared.I can't lose my scholarship, I did everything I could to get it because I knew I wouldn't be able to sponsor myself to school and I can't depend on my parents.The cold air that hit my behind reminded me that my pants are torn. Breathing in and out, I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants before knocking on the door.The teacher told me to come in which I did. "You sent for me? Mr Reginald." I inquired, trying hard to sound calm.Mr Reginald had his back facing me, he was going through some files stacked up in his office.Looking over his shoulder, he said "Yes I did, give me a moment." He went back to what he was doing. A few minutes later he finally stopped searching, he walked to his desk with a blue file in his hand, he dropped it on his desk before sitting on it.Mr Reginald is a tall and well built man, he gives off spotter energy.







