MasukThe stone was warm under the towels, the late-afternoon sun painting gold across our wet skin, and every inch of me felt claimed. Cum still leaked from me in slow, thick drips, painting the insides of my thighs and the towel beneath us. Orlando’s earlier order echoed in my head 'walk around with our cum between your sexy legs' and the thought alone made my cock twitch hard in Macmillan’s fist.Jordan’s mouth finally replaced the hand. He took me deep in one smooth glide, throat working, while Orlando stretched out beside me and kissed me like he was trying to crawl inside. Macmillan moved lower, spreading my thighs wider, and I felt the broad flat of his tongue drag through the mess they’d left in me, slow and filthy. He licked into me, tasting both of them and me, and the wet sound of it mixed with the soft, wet noises of Jordan sucking my cock.“Fuck, look at you,” Orlando murmured against my mouth. “You look so perfect with our cum leaking out of you.”I could only answer with
I jumped back into the water, pulled off my underwear, waved it in front of them like a flag, and flung it onto Orlando’s thighs. The damp fabric landed with a soft slap. He stared at it, then at me, one eyebrow climbing. “Bold,” he said, voice rough. Macmillan was already standing, water streaming down the hard lines of his chest and stomach. He stepped out of his own briefs, kicked them aside, and walked into the shallows until the lake lapped at his hips. His cock hung heavy, half-hard already, the head darkening as the cool water kissed it. Jordan followed a second later, stripping without ceremony, his own length bouncing against his thigh as he waded in. I stayed where I was, treading water, watching all three of them come for me. The quarry walls rose steep and silent around us; no one else existed. Orlando reached me first. He didn’t kiss me this time. He simply closed the last foot of water, slid one hand around the back of my neck, and guided my mouth down. The head of
**Aiden’s POV**Macmillan’s words settled over the room like a soft blanket. One more month. One more stretch of time before the world of lectures and schedules reclaimed us. One more month before I have to sit in a class full of people who are going to judge me, try to use or bully me.Jordan’s arm slid around my waist. “Any ideas for how we start enjoying it?”Orlando finally spoke, voice low but no longer sharp. “Something that doesn’t involve sitting in this study talking about feelings.”Macmillan’s mouth curved. “I might have something.”Twenty minutes later we were in the garage, four helmets lined up on a workbench. Macmillan’s father kept a small collection of motorcycles, nothing flashy, just well-maintained machines that looked like they were meant to be ridden hard. Macmillan handed me a matte-black helmet that fit like it had been waiting for me.“You’re driving with me,” he said. “Jordan takes Orlando. We ride out past the ridge trail, then cut down to the old quarry lak
**Aiden's POV**I stretched with my eyes still closed, one hand draped over my face while the other swept across the empty space beside me. Cool sheets brushed my skin. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, painting thin gold stripes across the bed.I finally opened my eyes. I was in Macmillan’s room. The bed was empty, but I could hear low voices drifting up from downstairs, familiar tones mixed with the clink of cutlery and the faint aroma of whatever was being served for breakfast.Jordan must have carried me back here last night after I’d fallen asleep on the couch.Dragging my feet lazily out of bed, I padded to the bathroom. Steam curled around me as I showered, the hot water loosening the last knots in my shoulders. I dressed in something soft and comfortable, then headed downstairs.After my talk with Jordan, I felt lighter. Ready for whatever my boyfriends had to say. Ready even for Macmillan’s father.“Good morning, everyone.” I smiled brightly at them.They were
**Aiden’s POV**I gasped, my chest tight and crushing, the air in my lungs thin and useless. I was soaked in blood, my parents’ blood. They lay dead in front of me, eyes wide and glassy, staring at nothing. The metallic tang of it filled my nose; it was sticky and cooling against my skin, seeping into the fabric of my clothes. I scrambled backward on my hands, palms slipping in the wetness, until my back slammed into the door. Tears burned hot trails down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs refused, trembling and weak. When I looked down, I was still gripping the bat, the same one I’d smashed into my stepfather’s skull. “I didn’t mean to,” I muttered, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to do it.” I kept repeating it, staring at the bodies. “It wasn’t my fault.” The words tore out of me. “I was only trying to protect myself. He would have killed me. He tried to kill me.” The more I spoke, the harder the tears fell, blurring everything into red and shadow. My eyes flew open,
Aiden's POV They took the handcuffs off and carried me back to the interrogation room, Harlan the investigator was there with me. He stood by the door with his arms crossed, watching the paperwork get signed the way a man watches weather he can't stop."The case has been ruled as self defense, it was signed and documented by the judge," he said, mostly to the room, though his eyes stayed on me. "Judge Alvarez reviewed the file this morning, no charges were filed. You are free to go Aiden."It should have felt like relief. It felt like static, a kind of ringing quiet where relief was supposed to be."That was fast," I said."Faster than I've seen in twenty years on the job." He didn't say it like a compliment. He said it like a man setting something down carefully because he suspected it might be hollow underneath. "For what it's worth, the evidence was strong on its own. You didn't need anyone's help to walk out of here."I didn't answer that, because I didn't know which version of t
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 silenc
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 th
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 m
Aiden's POV The cold air hitting my face felt like nothing, it wasn't soothing at all, nothing could sooth me at this moment.I wanted to book a cap, and go back to campus not caring about the pricing but I couldn't because there's a boy waiting for me to tutor him.There was a store nearby, I wen







