All Chapters of Unraveled (M x M romance): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

ELLIOTI wasn’t particularly what you would call a model son, but I would like to believe I wasn’t a bad one either.Well, maybe my father would disagree but who cared about his opinion?Fuck him.The only opinion that mattered was my mother’s and she never failed to tell me how proud of me she was, even when my father made his disappointment of me known.Because of her, I never felt like I was lacking as a son even when Dad tried to make me feel otherwise sometimes.But now… now, I was willing to acknowledge that I was a bad son. A terrible brother.Because if I wasn’t, why else would I have allowed Asher to do everything he did the other night? Even worse, I had enjoyed it. Enjoyed seeing the heated look on his face and knowing I did that. I enjoyed it so much I wanted to do it all over again–My pencil snapped as it finally gave way under the pressure of my tight grip. I gritted my teeth as I released the broken pencil from my hold, allowing it to roll over on the table until it

CHAPTER TWELVE

ELLIOTI was avoiding Asher.I didn’t care if it made me a coward or whatever.It was the right thing to do.The only other option was to jump back into his arms or into his bed, and that was absolutely not going to happen.I won’t allow it to.It’s been easy too. All I had to do was avoid the family dinners with the excuse of working on a project, leave the house very early in the morning, take the longer route to class so I wouldn’t run into him in the hallway and avoid the cafeteria by skipping lunch. Easy peasy.Last night, he had knocked on my door and I’d immediately turned my back to the door and pretended to be asleep.He’d lingered for a while and I was afraid he was going to check if I was actually asleep but then he left, the door clicking shut behind him.I had been so relieved that I had been almost dizzy with it.There had been something else too, something akin to disappointment but I wasn't willing to acknowledge that for the sake of my sanity.But I should’ve known it

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ELLIOT I splashed water in my face, the cold sensation helping to bring me back to my senses. Somewhat. Fucking Asher. This was all his fault. It was his fault I was this riled up. It was his fault that my heart was pounding this hard, threatening to jump out of my chest. It was his fault my face felt like it was on fire. And it was definitely his fault that, despite everything, I was still hard. Unbidden, my mind went back to everything he whispered to my ear in class. How he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened between us. How he couldn’t stop thinking about me. How he got hard this morning while thinking of me and had to jerk off— I splashed more water on my face. Get it together, Elliot, I said to myself. Leaning on the sink, I dared to look into the mirror above the bathroom sink. It was exactly what I thought I’d find. My hair was messy as always— even though I’d spent about 30 minutes on it this morning—, my brown eyes were dilated, a mix of desire, fear an

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ELLIOTAsher’s eyes darkened slightly. “So you were awake.”I crossed my arms. “You’re very observant. Congratulations.”He ignored the sarcasm.“Why?”“Why what?”“Why are you avoiding me?”“I told you,” I said coldly. “Because I don’t want to see you.”“That’s not the real reason.”“Believe whatever you want.”He studied my face for a long moment.It was like he was trying to peel me open and see what was underneath.Then he leaned closer.My stupid body reacted instantly.God. I hated this.“Is it because you liked it? A little too much, perhaps?” he murmured.My stomach dropped.I shoved him hard.It wasn’t enough to hurt him, just enough to put distance between us.“You’re delusional,” I said.He looked at me with that same irritating calmness. “Am I?” His eyes dropped to my jeans and instinctively, my hands went to cover my dick. “My words made you hard. That’s why you ran to the bathroom, right?”Don’t say a word, Elliot. Don’t let him get to you, I repeated like a mantra in my

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ELLIOTI attended dinner that night.Of course I did.I might not have had an idea of what Asher’s punishment was, but that didn’t mean I was eager to find out.No, I wasn’t scared. It was just… safer for everyone involved if I didn’t call his bluff.Dinner was basically the same as the previous ones. Dad talked to Asher only, ignoring me. He didn’t even ask me about my project. Yes, it was nonexistent and just an excuse I made up to avoid Asher, but still… he could’ve asked.Margaret kept fussing over everyone, eager to please as usual.Asher kept throwing me looks, which I ignored.In fact, I ignored him for all of dinner, keeping my head down the entire time. It was a feat I was proud of.And when I was done eating, I mumbled my excuses and left the table, returning to my room.I couldn’t have been more glad to return to my safe space.A space where there was no Asher.Except I couldn’t have been more wrong.Because as I laid on my bed after taking a shower, preparing to sleep, a

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ELLIOT“Please,” I said hesitantly. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat so I cleared my throat and tried again, “Please, Asher. Touch me.”That was it. I had finally descended into the depths of madness. I had reached a level of pathetic that there was no going back from.But it was definitely worth it. Asher’s left hand went lower, beyond the band of my sweatpants and I almost moaned when he tugged them down, exposing my dick to the air.I definitely moaned when he grabbed my length in his rough grasp, tugging harshly.Asher let out a deep rumble that set my already heated blood on fire as he continued to stroke me.He shifted even closer and zings of electricity went through me as his warmth and the solid feel of him pressed against me.The unmistakable hardness of his cock digging into my ass sent another wave of desire through me and I groaned.“You feel so good, baby,” he rasped, grinding his dick against my ass. “Don’t… call me baby,” I struggled to say, over

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ASHER“What are you smiling about?” Sebastian asked.I reined in my smile and dropped my phone face down on the couch beside me. “Nothing.”He didn’t need to know that for the past few days I’d been having a lot of fun texting Elliot the dirtiest things I could think of and watching him get so flustered and cursing me out to stop.Ah, the curses and the insults. He was very good at those.The truth was, Elliot’s reactions were addictive.I’d never met someone who fought me so fiercely while still wanting me just as badly.Sebastian raised an eyebrow from where he laid on the couch. “I’m here telling you about the most distressing thing I could ever go through and you’re smiling?! Just what kind of a friend are you?”I rolled my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”“And you’re a terrible friend,” he shot back. He shook his head. “I don’t know why I still try with this friendship.”“Then quit. I’ve told you several times to leave me alone. You’re the one that keeps sticking to me.”Sebastian huf

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ELLIOTAsher: I don’t know what I like more: The way you melt in my arms when I touch you or the face you make when you’re about to come.I snapped my phone closed and gritted my teeth.Fucking Asher. That asshole had been doing this for the past few days. Sending me provocative messages frequently.It wasn’t enough that I was already trying to push him and the memories of what happened out of my head, now he was making sure they stayed and I never forgot.I should block him.Or better yet, delete his number.Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do any of it.My phone chimed again and I forced myself to ignore it, keeping my attention on the action movie playing on the TV instead.We were hanging out in Lucas’s house.Lucas and Houston were playing a game on Xbox, a box of pizza on the table beside them.Elsa sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, scrolling through her phone.It should’ve been a relaxing Sunday and yet, I was anything but relaxed.All because of Asher. It w

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ASHERMe: I can still taste you on my fingers.I chuckled to myself lightly as I sent the message to Elliot.Sometimes he replied, other times he chose not to. But it didn’t matter. It was entertaining either way.I knew he liked them, whether he actually wanted to admit that to himself or not.If he didn’t, he would have blocked me a long time ago.I checked my phone. Elliot was yet to respond.Me: Are you ignoring me?The message sat there on the screen for a full minute.Still no response.I leaned back against the headboard of my bed and smirked faintly, staring at the phone in my hand.Me: I liked it better when you were cursing me out.Still nothing.This was new. Elliot usually replied within seconds, even if it was to tell me to go to hell.I guessed he was trying a new approach.I typed again.Me: You know what happens when you ignore me.He left me on read again.He was stubborn but I was even more so.I sent another message. One I was sure was going to get him to respond.M

CHAPTER TWENTY

ELLIOTI hated coming to the cemetery.It was always quiet. Eerily so.The kind of quiet that allowed your thoughts to spiral. The kind that allowed you to think about things you didn’t want to.But a part of me appreciated the quiet. The predictability.Even on days when the rest of the world felt loud and unbearable, this place stayed the same— still, silent, untouched by everything outside its gates.It never changed. Humans were the exact opposite.Humans like my father.I followed the familiar gravel path, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket.I didn’t need to look at the signs.I had walked this path so many times I could probably do it with my eyes closed.The wind brushed softly against the trees overhead, the leaves rustling faintly.My chest tightened the closer I got.It didn’t matter how many times I came here.It didn’t matter how much time passed.The pain never really changed.Two headstones stood side by side beneath a large oak tree.They were simple. M

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