Semua Bab SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE: Bab 91 - Bab 100

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ TONY ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Something’s wrong with Luke and he won’t tell me. But I can feel it. Tyler’s death shifted something. I understand it’s hard when you lose a friend, but this feels deeper than grief, more like fear. He’s staying up late, he’s avoiding my eyes, talking less, touching less. It wasn’t even up to week, that Luke moved in and he was starting to relax and settle in and now it’s like we’re starting all over again. He’s tensed up and restless and he’s pulling away from me. Or maybe he’s just grieving and I’m being overbearing and paranoid, inconsiderate too. Do I give him space? Or do I try to be there for him? I watch from the hallway entry, as Luke slips on his shoes carefully, as though he’s still guarding his leg. It’s mostly healed now, there’s still stiffness in his movements. I rest my weight on the door. “Going for a run?” He jolts a little, like I startled him. “Yeah. Just to clear my head.” “You’ve been doing th

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★I’m holding my breath, waiting for Levi’s response. I hope I didn’t scare him. I hadn’t meant to unload, but then the intense pain on my nose combined painkillers got me feeling a little overwhelmed and a little out of balance. He’d only asked me how my nose felt but then I opened my mouth and I couldn’t stop talking. I told him about my relationship with Tyler, Tim too. Shocking, I know. I don’t know exactly what I said, maybe I said one or two about my parents too. He’s still quiet, he’s unsteady breathing tells me he’s still awake. We’re lying side by side, facing the ceiling. His hand is suddenly there, under the sheets curling around mine.“You’ve been through a lot, Caleb.” He says a bit unsteadily. This is the first time I’ve heard him this way. His hand squeezes mine before his thumb caresses my knuckles, making me shiver. The silence returns, pressing down on both of us. “ I think you should talk to someone.” He whispers.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★For someone who’s never craved physical touch this much, I don’t know how I’ve been able to survive without it. I want to be touched every minute of the day, back rubs, scalp massages. I crave it more than food. Basically I’m an attention whore. And Levi doesn’t mind. And Levi doesn’t seem to mind at all. Make out sessions are now mandatory before we get out of bed every morning, before breakfast, after breakfast and pretty much anytime we’re around each other which is all the time.School session is over and we’re still trying to decide what to with the whole summer. Levi’s invited me to his family home to introduce me to his parents and Freya. As his boyfriend. As wonderful as that sounds, I’d much rather be locked in here with him. Like this, pressed against the bed, breathless, writhing and grinding against his hard cock. I keep thinking about how he’d feel in my mouth. Hot and hard. I think about dropping to my knees, i

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The kiss goes from sweet and soft to hot and indecent. Within seconds I’m burning up. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing obscene sounds out of me. I’m so horny, my head spins. I fist his shirt tighter, just incase my knees give. A low sound rumbles in his chest; his hands grab my ass firmly and then I’m in the air.I fold my legs around his waist without a thought. This way we’re pressed together perfectly, his hard cock dragging against mine through my jean. I gasp into his mouth; he swallows it up and keeps walking, slow and steady toward the bedroom, while I cling and rock against him clumsily. “God, Caleb,” he whispers against my lips, voice rough with want. “The things you do to me.”Levi lowers me to the mattress without breaking the kiss. My head is fuzzy, blood rushing so loud in my ears, I can barely hear anything else. My whole body feels like it’s about to burst.He pulls back just to drag his shirt over his head

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Caleb’s pov★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Levi has been gone for a little more than ten minutes now, but it’s not that bad because his mum has made it her mission to make me comfortable and it’s working. Now she’s telling me about her younger years.“…and my mother insisted it would be a disaster,Not because of him, of course—she adored him—but because she didn’t trust business and family mixing.”I blink, trying to catch up.His dad doesn’t help.He just sits there like he’s heard this story a hundred times—he probably has— and still lets her tell it properly.“It wasn’t even business yet,” she continues, waving a hand like that detail annoys her even now. “Our parents were still pretending it was just a partnership. As if that makes it less of an arrangement.”“You say arrangement like you were forced,” his dad says mildly.“I was forced,” she retorts, then smiles. “Just not unwilling.”I laugh before I can stop myself.She catches it immediately, turning to