All Chapters of Unraveled (M x M romance): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ASHERMy relationship with Sebastian was a very complicated one.I couldn’t exactly call him my best friend. Most of the time, I found him insufferable and I found his clinginess and tendency to flirt very annoying.Other times, I found his playful, easygoing attitude to be exactly what I needed.Today was one of those days.Which was why when he’d approached me after my Statistics class, asking if I wanted to hang out, I’d said yes. Begrudgingly, but I’d still agreed.I needed a distraction anyway.All through the day, through my classes, all I could think of was last night. How Elliot had felt in my hands. How perfect he’d looked under me. The smell of his shampoo. The feel of his cock in my mouth.So yeah, I needed a break from everything Elliot.Which was how I found myself following Sebastian to his condo.His apartment looked exactly like him. Expensive. Luxurious. Immaculate. A little too perfect to be entirely real.I let my gaze sweep over the space like I hadn’t seen it a hu

ELLIOT It had been a week. A week since Asher and I had done anything sexual. Seven days since he’d touched me. Not that I was counting—- okay, maybe I was. But only in a casual, completely normal way. Not in a desperate, pathetic way. Definitely not in a way that had me noticing how boring the house had been lately. Or how his scent had completely faded from my sheets. Or how my phone was silent now that there was no one to blow it up with ridiculous messages. Or how I barely even saw Asher anymore. He had been busy lately with a project. Or at least that was what he told me. A few days ago, he’d entered my room and before I could even tell him to get out or not to try anything remotely sexual, he’d said he would be occupied for a while with a group project and that he wouldn’t have time for me. And then in true Asher fashion, he’d winked and told me not to miss him. As if I would ever do something so ridiculous. Who cared if he wasn’t around? It was good that he was busy.

ASHERFinally.After a week buried in endless spreadsheets, charts, and presentations, I was done. Every last detail of my project was submitted, and for the first time in days, my mind felt… free.I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, watching as the rest of my group members gathered their things and prepared to leave.I started to do the same.It was a Saturday morning and we had all gathered in the library to conclude the last aspects of the project.I hated group work but I couldn’t deny I was grateful for my group members. Each one of them was willing to work hard which I loved because it certainly made this whole thing effective and fast.Still, I was glad it was over and I could finally unwind over the weekend.We had sent the entire project to Professor Bonham this morning, officially concluding the project, and I couldn’t be happier.No more deadlines. No more panicked classmates asking for my opinion. No more last-minute decisions. Just peace.“Ahh,” Rose said, clutc

ELLIOTI’ve always found the concept of grief interesting.It was an abstract thing, something you couldn’t see or touch, yet it felt so powerful, so intense and overwhelming, almost like it was alive.It manifested itself in different ways too.For a while, after Mum and Daniel died, I didn’t cry. I didn’t even feel numb or go into shock, like people thought I did.All I felt was anger. Anger at my mum’s family that never bothered about her when she was alive but all of a sudden showed up after she was dead. At the Pastor that kept telling me, ‘It’s ok, son. They’re in a higher place now, with the Lord and Father.’ At everyone that kept telling me, ‘Time heals all wounds.’It was worse at school. People kept giving me pitying looks from afar and the few that dared to come close offered their condolences and told me, ‘It’s ok, Elliot. Things happen for a reason.’That was the one that did it. I’d punched the guy who said that to me and I didn’t stop until the teachers had to interven

ELLIOT The question hit harder than it should have. It halted my thoughts momentarily. I opened my mouth to argue and then stopped. Because I realized I didn’t have an answer. My mind drifted. Back to the time when they first died. The silence in the house. The haunting absence of them. The way everything had felt pointless. And then to the way Dad had moved on quickly. How he’d started going on dates just one year after they’d died, sneaking behind my back and thinking I wouldn’t notice. How he finally got bolder and started bringing his dates home. How he’d remarried two years after, like his marriage to mum had meant nothing. How I’d felt so… alone and abandoned. Rejected like I was never important. Then I thought about these past few months. Of Asher lying beside me. Talking. Laughing. Listening. Hugging me I thought of the way everything had felt lighter. Easier. My heart skipped a beat. At that moment, I realized something I didn’t want to admit. Before, I hadn’t s