Lahat ng Kabanata ng PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~ ALISTAIR ~Why the hell did he invite him?I grip the doorknob so tight my knuckles turn white, eyes locked on fucking Ray sprawled out on the sofa like some goddamn king. Two girls are rubbing oil on his chest like it’s the opening scene of a shitty orgy.He turns lazily, raising a brow. “What?”I grind my teeth. “Why the hell is Rutledge here?”Ray grins. “Ohhh, him. He helped me out with one of the core topics for the project defense. Just had to pay him back.”“With a party? Again?” I snap.“Hey, I wasn’t the one who invited him to that bonfire.”I snort. “But you were the one who plastered the posters all over campus.”I slam the door shut before he can reply.Fuck.Leaning back against the door, I rake my hands through my hair, breathing hard. What the hell do I do now? Operation tease him until he breaks?No.I've been at it for three days. Futile if I might add. He's like an unmoving rock and I always end up getting rock hard after teasing him with words in the hallways or i

~ CALVIN ~I know he’ll come after me.I counted on it.Have you ever heard of a hunter using himself as bait? This is a perfect example. I let him watch, let him seethe, let him think about it—about me. And now, here we are.His footsteps are silent under the loud music and drunken laughter, but I can feel him, his presence like a live wire in the air. His shadow stretches long and thin on the tiled floor before he steps into view.Then, I grab his wrist before he can react and yank him to my chest.A sharp gasp leaves his lips as he collides with my bare chest, his body flush against mine.His body is all muscle, heat radiating off him like fire, and fuck, I want to burn in it. His skin is a little damp like he'd taken a shower before coming out, his scent all spice and something darker. His gaze flickers down to where our bare chests are pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between us searing.For a second—just one second—he doesn’t push me away.Then his pupils blow wide, and

~ ALISTAIR ~ My backpack drops on the chair with a thud and I draw out the other chair before settling before him. All the while, he didn't lift his head from the book he was reading. Fucker. It took me a lot of private chastising sessions before I finally decided to come to this lesson again. I'm not a coward and me not coming or wanting to see him is like me proving to him that there's something going on with me when in reality there's… not. Or, at least, I don't want him thinking anything. I don't want any new normal. Give me some time, and I'll be back to normal. My fingers drum on the table impatiently as my knee bounces, trying to get his attention. But the silence draws on. “Hey.” I call between clenched teeth before leaning forward and yanking the book away from his grip. Then, I drop it on the table with a thud. He tilts his head up slowly, face bored like usual. Like he wasn't at Ray's pool party whispering shit to me and grinding his hard dick against mine. I keep

~ ALISTAIR ~ I’m having a sexuality crisis. It’s messing with my head. My fucking sanity. I'm not gay. I can't be. I'm just… confused. Or cursed. Probably both. I like girls. Tits are great. Fantastic, even. He just… kissed me first. I didn't even see it coming. Technically. And maybe I kissed back. But that’s adrenaline. Not attraction. Could’ve happened to anyone. Right? Right? Fuck. This isn't working anymore. I've tried so hard to tell myself what I want to believe but now, it's not working anymore. My fingers tug at my hair in frustration until pain shoots through my skull. Then, my eyes dart to my bed which had my laptop on it. But ignorance is bliss. I don't want to go down that path, it looks like the path of no return. Confusion gnaws at my insides again before I hop down the stool and hurry to my bed. A little research won't hurt right? I pull up the lid of my touchscreen laptop and slide it open, the ridiculously large fonts welcoming me. Then, I hop on Ch

~ ALISTAIR ~I didn’t know who walked in. That was the whole point.No names. No questions. Just darkness and heat and silence.Curiosity had driven me here—curiosity and something uglier, something I didn’t want to name. I told myself I just wanted to know what it felt like. That I’d apply for the dominant role later. That this wasn’t me giving in—it was me exploring.But the second his hands touched me, I knew I’d fucked up.Not because I didn’t like it. But because I did. Too much.He didn’t rush. Didn’t grope. Didn’t treat me like a plaything or a conquest. His fingers were deliberate. Reverent. I bite my lips as his finger grazes the tip of my hard cock, precum leaking into the trousers I was made to wear.“Say it. Say you want this.” He says, his voice unfamiliar.“I want this.” I gasp out. It's a lie.I didn’t want this.I needed it.I needed to stop thinking. Stop feeling. I needed to forget that my life was spiraling, that my father thought I was useless and he will think m