Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steaming the Rose (MxM): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again. “I can’t. I can't look at you.” The words were nothing more than a strangled sound as they left my mouth, but I was sure he heard them. A large, rough hand wrapped around my throat, choking life out of me. "It's an order, superstar. Keep your eyes on me!" I winched at that word. Whenever Ilay referred to me as a superstar, I couldn't help but wince. Despite my tireless efforts to reach my current level, I felt utterly undeserving of the title, and it left me with a lingering sense of discomfort. But then again, was it really worth

EASTON September 2009—Crestview City It had been over seven weeks since the stray had been staying with us. Dad didn't have any problem with him being a grumpy little boy; Mom loved him for being a well-put-together kid. As for me, I liked him because he was really beautiful. I had never seen a boy look so beautiful before. I secretly called him an angel, because that was how beautiful he was. His long blonde hair was always tied up in a lazy bun, and the way his nose wrinkled at the side whenever he wasn't pleased with something made him look even more beautiful than he already was. His name was Ilya Lermontov. Mom told me he was a Russian boy when I asked her why he had such a strange yet unique name. I had read a lot of things about Russians in books, and what I read about them wasn't at all pleasant. But I didn't care, Ilya was different from what the books said about them. He was quiet, but not a bad kid. Plus he was beautiful. Leaning against the banister, I watched

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City After the makeup artist finished with my hair and makeup, she left the room, leaving me alone in the dressing room to decide when I was ready to head to the interview room. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this interview. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do it at all. My body hurt a lot, but what hurt even more was my heart. I couldn't shake the image of the scars on Ilya's back from my mind. It had been haunting me since the previous night. It hurt me so much to know that he was hurting in silence. But what hurt me even more was the fact that he didn't have anyone to care for him. Ilya didn't have anyone. He was alone; he had no family to worry about him. I wondered if it was wrong for me to worry about him this much after everything he had done to me. But I had hurt him first, so shouldn't this make us even? You could call me a hypocrite for wanting to protect him now, even though I had practically shut him out and turned my back on

EASTON November 2009—Crestview City Dear Easton 2.0, I think I hate my mom now. What should I do? This is only my second time writing to you. I know I promised I’d stop the first time I did, but I can’t. I don’t have anyone else to tell this to. I’m sad. Really sad. And it’s all because of her. Because of mom. Do you want to know what she did? Ever since last week—ever since Ilya told me he was scared—he’s been acting strange. Weird, even. He won’t come outside at night to skate anymore. He won’t even look at me sometimes. Sometimes he pretended not to hear me calling his name. This morning, when I went to his room to see if he was getting ready for school, he yelled at me. He told me to get out. He said never to come into his room again. It hurt. I thought he hated me. I thought my brother hated me. But then, when I went downstairs, I heard it. Mom’s voice. It wasn’t loud, but it sounded sharp and threatening and... and scary. She was warning Ilya. She told him that