All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RENATO MARINO As I held him in my arms, nothing had ever felt this right before. But just because it felt so fucking good to held him, and have Jayce cling tightly to me like this, it didn't make me oblivious to the fact sometimes was wrong with him. Just the little time I had spent with him, I had gotten to know him and I wasn't sure how that was possible, but I could feel his emotions. I could feel this warm sensation in my chest when he was happy, and when he was scared, it made my heart ache and it would feel like something was squeezing my heart and it was about to burst and it wasn't a good feeling. Slowly, I ripped myself from the embrace, staring at Jayce's face. His eyes were on me, but I could tell he wasn't seeing me. Like he was avoiding me. Why? We were cool before he left barely three hours ago. When I kissed him, I could feel the heat in his body, and his heartbeat mirroring mine, like he was just being with me. So, if I wasn't the problem, then what is?

JAYCE BECKETT It was my first day back in the office after being away for a few months, and it felt so good to be back to my desk. I brought out my key, and unlocked my drawer, the first thing that caught my attention was my work phone, the same one that I used to communicate with Curtis. "I don't have to do that anymore, he's in good hands now." I smiled, picking up the phone and dropped it among the less important stuff at the last drawer. I was determined to reorganized my table since we now had a new focus. I was still on it when my phone buzzed a minute later. I peered down at my phone screen, and I felt my lips curved upward in a small smile. There was a picture of Curtis, sitting in the doctor's office with Renato holding his hand, and another one when they were back in his car, there was there words message underneath the picture. Lab tests done. Renato had insisted on taking Curtis to the hospital for a follow up check up after I told him I had to be at the offi

RENATO MARINO Four drinks later, and Jayce still hadn't arrived, leaving me to wonder how much longer I'd have to wait before his irresistible ass would finally make an appearance. I should've been heading home hours ago, but I was desperate to spend some quality time with him tonight. As I sat there, my gaze inevitably drifted to the stage, where two male strippers were performing a provocative dance, their bodies writhing in sensual sensation. My eyes locked onto one dancer in particular, clad in a skintight crop leather jacket that showcased every curve of his physique. The bulge in his thong was unmistakable, a tantalizing tease that would've left me breathless in the past. But now, as I watched the performance with a detached air, I couldn't help but feel a crushing sense of apathy. They were both undeniably attractive, but the spark was gone, and I couldn't believe I'd once been so turned on by such displays. I reached for my glass, lifting it to my lips as I glan

JAYCE BECKETT "Renato!" I let out a harsh, whimpering cry as Renato slid the urethral sounding dilator penis stretcher toy in my cock, stretching me in a way I never thought was possible. "Shh! It's okay. You're going to enjoy it," he whispered, a sly smile spreading across his face like wildfire as he pressed his warm, massive hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the bed with a gentle yet firm authority. As if I could escape, cuffed to the headboard as I was, my wrists bound by the cold metal that seemed to gleam with anticipation. If I had known he'd rummage through my bag, I would have left the handcuffs at the office, but now I was at his mercy, trapped in this web of desire and submission. "That... it hurt." I cried out as he started thrusting the cold silver toy in and out of my urethra, pain coursing through me as I struggled to get away from the bed, but I knew that wasn't going to be possible. When Renato suggested we try something different, if only I ha

JAYCE BECKETT When I woke up this morning, Renato was sitting rigidly on the couch, directly across from the bed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, legs locked in a tight cross, and eyes frozen in a distant stare. I left him there to shower, and when I returned, he remained statue-still in that exact same position. Unblinking. I walked out, leaving him there and assumed he was only lost in profound thought, and went to get dressed. Even as I rummaged through the closet, selecting an outfit with precision, he didn't utter a single word to me. Given we were good just the night before, I dismissed the nagging feeling that something was off with him, as I had my own share of bullshit to deal with after all. After I finished dressing, I grabbed my briefcase and double-checked to ensure everything was in order. As I turned to leave, Renato was still planted in the same spot, the only change in his demeanor being that he was now piercing me with an intense stare. "Hey," I sa