บททั้งหมดของ Fifty Shades Of Him: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The dormitory smelled faintly of fresh paint and nervous energy, there were boxes stacked all over the corridor and voices, someone was also laughing too loudly. It was a mess.Sudan stood at the threshold of the dorm room that has been appointed to him, his duffel badge clutched tightly to him. He had always traveled light, “Gotta know when to run”, he would always say. All he brought with him were a few clothes, a stack of books and that was it. He had with him some foodstuffs and cash his adopted father had given to him, he didn’t want to carry the foodstuffs but his dad had forced him insisting that he needed to eat. He took a deep breath before he stepped into the room, this is going to be the starting of something new for him, he would build his life here.He quickly scanned the room, it was a small room with two beds at the edges. It had a pair of desks beneath the window and a narrow wardrobe, guess they would have to share this he thought to himself.He noticed the guy he w

“Mmm….fuck!!” Zach moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock, the thoughts of Sudan consuming him. He wondered the way his hands would feel when they grin his cock.He wondered what it would feel like being tied down as his fingers trailed his cock before gripping it in a firm manner, he wondered what his mouth would feel like when he trailed kisses the length of his shaft before wrapping those lips that looked plum around him. His cock jerked, thoughts of Sudan staring deep into his eyes as his tongue licked off his cum before wrapping his mouth around his mouth and squeezing it. That thought alone sent him into frenzy, he began to rub his cock. It was slow at first, his hands moved slowly rubbing the tip of his cock just the way he liked it. Waves of pleasure overwhelm him as he ached his back, his body had already become an overwhelming mess. He wrapped his hand around his cock, his thump moving over the tip rubbing the head. Each time he did that, precum would slip out the hole

Zach woke first, the light from the window spilling across Sudan’s side of the room was neat, cold and untouched. The sheets were folded in a deliberate manner again, as if nothing had happened the night before. As if the heat and desperation that had filled the space between them were just another dream. His heart thudded against his ribs as he turned to look at Sudan. The man was sitting by the desk, already dressed, his back straight, his gaze fixed on the open window. No glance in Zach’s direction, no acknowledgment just silence.“Morning,” Zach said softly, testing the air between them.“Morning,” came the flat reply. Sudan didn’t turn.Even that one word was stripped of warmth and hit harder than Zach wanted to admit. He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.His body still remembered every touch, every whisper but Sudan’s tone made it sound like they hadn’t even shared the same room, let alone the same bed.Zach laughed a little, trying to lighten it. “Wow, that’s it?

He tried to sleep but he couldn’t. The sound of Sudan breathing a few feet away kept his eyes open, fixed on the faint glow of the city leaking through the blinds. Every inhale, every slow exhale, was torture. It was a reminder that Sudan was right there alive, near, but untouchable. Zach rolled onto his side, staring at the outline of Sudan’s back.“Are you awake?” he whispered. No answer.“Sudan,” he said again, a little louder this time.Still nothing. Just silence, thick and heavy. Zach sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll talk to myself then.”He swung his legs off the bed. “You think pushing me away is going to make this easier? It’s not. You think being cold makes you safe? It doesn’t.”Finally, Sudan’s voice came low, hoarse, and exhausted. “Zach, go to sleep.”“No!”Sudan sighed, the kind of sound that carried years of restraint. “You’ll regret this conversation in the morning.”Zach stood. “You know what I regret? Pretending I don’t care.”Tha

The night air pressed heavy against my skin, thick with heat and silence. The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and rain, but underneath it was the sharp sting of tension, the kind that lingers when two people have run out of words but not anger.Zach was in the kitchen, his back to me, his movements loud and deliberate. Every slam of a cabinet was a punctuation mark to the silence between us.“Are you going to keep pretending nothing’s wrong?” he asked finally, voice tight, cracking at the edges.I didn’t look up from the papers I’d spread on the table. “Nothing is wrong.”He laughed, sharp and humorless. “Right. You just go from making love to me like you’re starved for it to freezing me out the next morning like I’m a stranger.”I clenched my jaw. The words scraped against the inside of my head, lighting something ugly inside me. “You’re overthinking again.”“I’m not,” he shot back, spinning around. “You’re the one who shuts down every damn time something real happens. You act li