Sage I don't know how fast he drove but one minute, we were standing in front of my parent's house and the next, we were at his place.He was kissing me and unlocking the door, we both fell on the floor when the door gave way. I scrambled to my feet and shoved my shirt off my body.He kicked the door shut and advanced on me, kissing me ferociously again. I moaned deep in his mouth as his chest grazed my erect nipple. My body betrayed me as thousands of pleasure tingled all the way to my spine."You sure about this?" he whispered against my lips, his hot breath on my face making my skin tingle with desire.I nodded.He gave me a reassuring look before reaching to unbuckle my belt and in one swift move, he tore my pants off my legs.I gasped at his sheer strength, but the sound was immediately captured by his soft lips. He kissed me fervently, like a need, like a prayer. He pulled away. His face was straight with seriousness but the desire gleamed in his eyes. His gaze, so heavy it gav
Sage I clutched the back of his head as I tasted myself, I didn't shy away from it. I opened my mouth for him to slip his tongue in, tasting my sperm well. He turned me so that my back was facing him. He kissed me ardently, every second, every move overwhelmed with passion. He wrapped his hand around my neck, choking me whilst his tongue dig into my mouth. I heard shuffling and opened my eyes. He was already getting himself out of his clothes. My eyes blinked twice. What was happening? Freeing himself out of his clothes, he turned me around. I was gently shoved to the chair where I positioned myself, two hands on the head of the chair and my ass to him. His fingers traced my spine, my back arched. Something cold touched my rim and I squirmed, "Sorry," he muttered. He lathered the lube on my asshole before I heard something tear, I turned my head slightly to see him putting the condom on his finger and another on his very raging cock. His cock was big, the size wasnât the only
Sage My mouth watered, he didnât look like he was done with me and frankly, I didnât want him to be. I donât know what surprises me, the ease he lifts me with or that he was a lot stronger than he looked. He carried me in his arms and leaned against the table, his cock slipped in easily, my legs were high up in the air and his hands supported me under my ass. âKaiden,â his name slipped out as a moan as he thrust deeply into me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with just one movement. His lips came to my ear as he whispered, âStroke your cock for me, Sageâ I gripped my cock with a trembling hand, my whole body shaking from intense pleasure. If I had known this was how I would feel, I would have begged him to take me sooner. I had no idea sex could be dirty and pleasurable like this. I had never visualized myself in this position or even doing this but now, it was the best feeling I have felt. I stroked my cock faster as he fucked me faster, chasing my release just as he w
SageThe coffee shop was very familiar to me and I come here almost everyday but today, it felt like a stage, and I was the nervous lead actor waiting for the curtain to rise. My fingers drummed on the table, the rhythm doing nothing to calm the nervous energy running through me as I waited patiently for her.I had rehearsed my lines in my head so many times that I was certain theyâd come out perfectly when the moment arrived. Mara was supposed to come here today, it was her favorite spot too. Iâd overheard her mentioning it once in class, and it seemed like fate that we both frequented the same place.When the door jingled, I looked up instinctively. There she was, stepping in with her easy confidence and the softest smile that always seemed to linger on her lips. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and she had on a vintage jacket that I thought suited her.This was it.I stood up before I could overthink it, weaving through the tables toward her. My palms were sweaty,
KaidenThe coffee shop door jingled softly as I walked in, scanning the room for Mara. She was sitting by the window, her signature smirk already in place as she watched me approach. She didnât even bother waiting for me to sit down before she tilted her head and gave me that all-too-familiar look of exasperation.âYouâre an idiot,â she said, not even bothering with a greeting.âHello to you too,â I replied, sliding into the seat across from her.âWhat the fuck, Kaiden? You are a monster, you know that?â I shook my head, âwould you at least let me drink my coffee first before you start yelling?â I asked,âOh, I am yelling? Is that what you are calling it?ââWhat is it, Mara?âShe raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. âYou really thought this was going to work? That making me the bad guy was your best play?âI sighed, leaning back in the chair and rubbing the back of my neck. âI wasnât making you the bad guy. I just... needed him to come to terms with it himself. He doesnât even know
SageThe world was spinning around me as I stumbled through my front door, the taste of cheap alcohol was still bitter on my tongue. The bar had offered me no solace, only the sense of emptiness that wrapped around me like a disease. I dropped my keys on the counter, the sound echoing in the quiet of my apartment.All I wanted was to escape, to wash away the humiliation and heartbreak that clung to me like my natural scent. It wasnât the brush off that made me upset, itâs the knowledge that I put myself out there. They said to be bold and I was, I embraced my feelings only to be brutally turned down.Without bothering to turn on more lights, I made my way to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and sank into the tub, letting the water pour over me.The bath didnât soothe me as much as Iâd hoped. My chest felt tight, and I kept waiting for my heart to tear open from it.Her words played continuously in my head, her apologizing for stringing me along with her words.I wasnât mad at
SageOur lips clashed as I surrendered to him, his tongue slid itâs way into my mouth and I moaned when the organ wrestled mine for dominance. A battle I lost when Kaiden squeezed the back of my neck in warning. My abdomen tightened in response. I tilted my head back when his hand tugged at my hair, baring my neck to him. I obeyed diligently. Either I have gone crazy or there was something significantly wrong with me. The alcohol in my system made the inability to think straight a priority. I should be pushing him away yet, my fingers curled at the base of his neck, tugging at the patch of hair there. A groan rose from deep down as his hands tightened against me. I writhed in the water, the temperature running cold because we have been in there for so long. He pulled back and gazed at me with genuine concern that made my heart ache the more, âAre you cold?â It took me a minute to realize that my teeth was clattering, goosebumps decorated my body and yet, I pressed my body closer
KaidenI didnât sleep on the couch.I laid beside him as he slept on the other side of the bed without a care in the world. I on the other hand, I couldnât sleep.I was so burdened by guilt that sleep eluded me. My fingers trailed his cheeks in a feathery touch, careful not to wake him. I did this.I broke him.I was the reason for his breakdown tonight and to think I came over with the intent of fucking Mara out of his head. I wanted my name to be the last thing he whispered.I had no idea I would meet him broken and vulnerable. I was so angry with myself for letting things get too far and I was also angry with Mara.She was just doing what I told her to but why does the mere thought of her hurting Sage drive me nuts. Maybe she was right, I had to tell him the truth and get it over with.It would be safer to know that he wanted to be with me instead of knowing I manipulated him to do so. I would tell him the truth tomorrow, that I was in love with him.The truth about Mara dies with
Kaiden The clock on the bedside read 3:12 a.m. I rolled onto my side, confused by the soft glow seeping under the bedroom door. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, and when I looked over, Sage was still fast asleep beside me, his breathing steady and rhythmic. I reached out, touched his hair lightly, then slid out of bed. The hallway was silent except for the distant hum of the fridge and the occasional rustle of the wind brushing the windows. I padded barefoot across the wood floor, and as I neared the living room, the scent of whiskey hit me first. That, and the sound of papers being shuffled with irritation more than purpose. The soft overhead light in the corner cast a gold sheen across the professorâs back. He was hunched over the coffee table, glass of whiskey in one hand, papers spread out like an autopsy, calm chaos wrapped in tension. He didnât look up when I entered. âYouâre still awake?â I asked, keeping my voice low. âI have work to do,â he said, not looking at me. His
KaidenI watched Sageâs chest rise and fall steadily, his breathing finally even and calm after a long, exhausting day. The faint hum of the heater filled the small apartment as the evening air drifted colder through the windows. He looked peaceful in sleep, peaceful in a way that didnât match anything weâd been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldnât last. The last thing I needed was for him to keep worrying about the unknown.Today took a toll on him.I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, hands folded, but my thoughts werenât still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether weâd ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldnât. Not with this storm closing in around us, not when every time I let my guard down, something tried to take Sage from me.I havenât even figured out how to apologize to the professor, it took me a lot of thinking to realize
SageThe next morning, Kaiden and I walked to school in silence. The meal we shared was so brief and he stayed with me. The professor didnât come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didnât want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didnât want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldnât be able to control.I looked at Kaiden, I know we have already talked about this but I was so curious.I wanted to ask him again about where heâd really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldnât help myself. âSo,â I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, âyou never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.â His steps didnât falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. âI told you. I needed to clear my head.â âYeah, but that could mean anything,â I pressed. âYou just
SageI stood just outside the hospitalâs main entrance, staring at the parking lot like it was a war zone. The discharge papers were crumpled slightly in my grip. I could feel my fingers tremble, but I didnât loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadnât lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasnât here to do that, I wouldnât go. âReady?â His voice pulled me out of my head.I turned toward him. He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of my duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was a little messy, like he hadnât even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. âI donât know if readyâs the word Iâd use,â I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. âI feel like Iâm being pushed out of safety and right back into the middle of whatever this me
KaidenI slept at my place after the detective dropped me off. He was looking at me like he had a lot to say about what happened but I didnât.Yes, I overreacted but I couldnât go back there. I felt suffocated and the only thing I needed was freedom. I needed to find my answers and not let it extend to my relationship.I decided to go see Detective Bryan. The man in charge of narcotics. The one who might know what the hell was really going on. I hadnât told Sage or the professor anything. Not yet. I couldnât, not until I had something real. Something more than just paranoia and late-night shadows tailing me.I sat hunched over my laptop in a dingy little cafĂŠ two blocks from my apartment, the place reeking of burnt espresso and desperation. I typed in âDetective Bryan, Narcotics Division, city PDâ and hit search. A few articles came up. He was decorated, involved in several high-profile raids. One article had a photo, square jaw, stern face, early forties. Not someone youâd expect to
SageI woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that sets your skin crawling with dread, like the air itself is holding its breath. The clock on the wall read a little past 3am and I could see the shadows stretched along the floor, motionless. I looked around and noticed with a slight disappointment that Kaiden wasnât here. I blinked twice and turned my head toward the small couch across the room. No professor either.My heart sank.They were gone. Both of them.I have never felt so alone. I thought they would both stay with me so I wonât be scared. But I was a big boy and could handle myself.I sat up slowly, the sheets slipping off my chest as I scanned the dim room. Maybe they went for a walk. Maybe Kaiden needed air and the professor tagged along. Maybe I was being paranoid.Or maybe something was very, very wrong.I was about to slide out of bed when the doorknob turned.I froze.The door creaked open, and the harsh fluorescent light from the hallway spilled into the r
KaidenI left the hospital with a gnawing unease in my gut. I hadnât told Sage or the Professor the full truth, that I needed to test Raines myself, to see if he was really on our side or if he was playing us. If I had voiced my suspicions, the professor would have warned me against it, and Sage⌠well, Sage would have insisted on coming with me, injuries be damned. But this was something I had to do alone. I couldnât pretend for the life of me. If the detective wasnât on our side then I needed to know now, to save myself the trouble of finding out later.I know that the professor was just trying to be cautious but the detective was kind of my friend so I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.I stared at my phone for a long moment before making the call, my thumb hovering over his contact. This was a gamble, if he was dirty, I might be tipping my hand. But if he was clean... I needed to know. Taking a steadying breath, I hit dial. He answered on the third ring. "Kaiden?"
KaidenThe note terrified me, I wouldnât lie. I kept the smile on my face for the nurseâs benefits. I didnât want them to be asking if I was okay and interrupting my peace.Those words, scrawled in jagged letters sent a chill down my spine that lingered long after I first read them. I had spent the night restless, checking the locks on the doors twice, then three times, before finally settling into a chair beside Sageâs hospital bed. He was still unconscious, his face bruised, his breathing steady but shallow. Whoever had done this to him had a message, and now it seemed that message was meant for me. I had no idea how to protect him or even protect myself. It felt like everything we did was a waste of time and we were heading nowhere.I didnât bother sleeping again because I was so anxious. I was tempted to call the professor and explain to him but I knew he would drive down here the second I call him.By morning, Sage was stable, still asleep but no longer in danger. I made sure
Kaiden I stood next to the professor, watching the detectiveâs face shift between concern and indifference as he closed his notebook with a heavy sigh. âWeâll look into it,â the detective said. âBut if youâre asking me for guaranteesââ âIâm not,â I cut in, trying to keep my voice steady. âJust⌠do your job.â He gave me a nod that felt more like a dismissal. And then he walked off, disappearing into the murmuring noise of the precinct. When I called detective Raines, he said he had been assigned to a case and directed us to his partner in the precinct. We had to go there but it didnât seem like it was working out for us. The professor hadnât spoken since the detective left us. His arms were crossed tightly, jaw locked, his usual calm gone. He looked like a man barely holding himself together, and that scared me more than anything. He usually had answers. He always had a plan. But now? His phone rang. He glanced down, muttered something under his breath, and answered. âHello?â