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Gavin POVThis is a bad idea.I stood outside the rundown apartment building, phone clutched so tight my knuckles ached. My legs felt like jelly. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Leon had been right—meeting a stranger I’d started chatting with only a few hours ago on some sketchy hookup app was dangerous. Beyond dangerous. What if this guy was a serial killer? What if he drugged me, harvested my organs for the black market, dumped what was left in a ditch somewhere? But I was here anyway.Because Leon wouldn’t touch me. Wouldn’t even look at me properly since the kitchen incident. He’d sat at the dinner table like a statue, jaw locked, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name—anger, jealousy, maybe both. When I’d announced my “date,” he’d looked at me like I’d slapped him. And then he’d said nothing. Just “Okay,” like it didn’t gut him. Like I didn’t gut him.So fuck him.If he didn’t want me, someone else would. Someone who wouldn’t hesitate. Som

Leon POVThere’s something seriously fucking wrong with me.Because why the hell am I letting this stranger boss me around like I’m one of his toys? Why am I obeying every word that comes out of his mouth without even thinking to fight back? My brain is screaming at me to stop this, grab Gavin, drag him out of here, take him home where no one else can see him like this but my body is moving anyway. Against every shred of better judgment, I climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the thin mattress, towering over my stepbrother.Gavin is shaking beneath me—full-body tremors that ripple from his shoulders down to his toes. His skin is flushed a deep pink, pupils blown so wide the hazel is almost gone. Arousal and anticipation war across his face, making him look wrecked already, and I haven’t even touched him properly yet.My eyes trail over his naked body like I’m seeing him for the first time. Sure, I’ve caught glimpses before, quick flashes through cracked doors, the outline of him und

Leon POV“Oh fuck… I can’t stoppp…”The words tore out of me in a ragged yell as my hips jerked forward one last time into Gavin’s mouth. Heat exploded down my spine, white-hot and unstoppable. I came hard—thick pulses shooting straight down Gavin’s throat. He swallowed around me greedily, throat working, eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine. The sight of him—lips stretched wide, cheeks flushed, tears streaking down his face while he took every drop—shattered what little control I had left.Before I could even catch my breath, the stranger pushed his cock back between my lips, fucking my mouth with shallow, insistent thrusts. My own cock—still twitching from release—jerked upward again, already hardening at the brutal rhythm. The mix of humiliation and raw arousal made my head spin.“That’s it,” he groaned above me. “Suck the cap. I wanna feel your throat close around me.”I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling over the swollen head, letting him use my mouth like

Gavin POVIt’s been two days since that night with Steve, and I still feel him every time I move. My thighs ache in the best way, a dull throb that reminds me Leon was inside me, stretching me open, claiming me in a way I didn’t know I needed until it happened. The hickeys he left bloom across my collarbone and neck like dark purple flowers. I have been wearing long sleeve shirts and turtle neck to hide them. Mom asked once why I was suddenly so cold-natured in the heat. I mumbled something about a sore throat and escaped upstairs before she could press.Leon told me his mom—our mom now—was dead serious about separate colleges. She’d floated the idea again over breakfast yesterday, casual as if she were discussing dinner plans. “It’ll be good for both of you,” she’d said, smiling like it was a gift. “New experiences. Breathing room.” Leon’s fork had frozen halfway to his mouth. I’d stared at my plate, stomach twisting, already plotting escape routes in my head. If she tried to force

Leon POVGavin and I sprinted for our clothes like the room was on fire.“Shit!” I hissed under my breath, eyes darting wildly across the floor. My jeans were tangled halfway under the bed, shirt crumpled beside the pillow, boxers god-knows-where. Then it hit me—I was still wearing nothing but the damn towel I’d stepped out of the bathroom in. The towel that had fallen somewhere between Gavin’s mouth and the moment dad’s voice cut through the door like a guillotine.“Bathroom,” Gavin whispered, voice high and panicked, eyes wide as saucers. His dad’s footsteps were already thudding up the stairs the kind of walk that meant he wasn’t in a hurry but would definitely notice anything out of place.“Get dressed!” I snapped, snatching the towel off the floor and wrapping it around my waist in one frantic motion. Gavin was worse off—cum still streaked across his stomach and thighs, jeans shoved halfway down his legs, T-shirt missing in action. He looked like he’d been mauled. Which, to be fa