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I can’t think. Thinking leads to fucked-up images that I’d rather leave in the unremarkable shed of my barely beating heart.
“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”
My words come in mumbled, haunted sounds, like in those creepy horror movies where the nerd dies first. That’s me. I’m the nerd.
“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”
“Ah, fuck. I want to defrost that layer of control you’re wrapped in and see what lurks inside the preppy boy.”
“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.”
Kolya Jr. has been an adventurous whore since he got his first boner at the fresh age of five.
“Blah fucking blah, just tell me what made your straight ass sway on the line. Figuratively, of course.” I grin. “Or is it literally?”
On a scale of straighter-than-straight Jer to fluid-as-lube Kill to confused-as-shit Gareth, I wonder where Brandon King falls. Not that I’m tempted to find out. That would be crazy. * * * Just kidding. I am crazy.
I love my men filthy, unkempt, and rugged around the edges.
Though beautiful isn’t quite the right word. He’s not pretty like a girl or beautiful like a colorful flower on the side of the road. He’s handsome.
“It’s me, Nikolai. We met the other day at the initiation… Oh, right! I was wearing the yellow-stitch mask, so you didn’t see my face, but it’s me! Much hotter without the mask, don’t you think?”
“Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn’t that so fucking poetic?”
“But why?” He appears genuinely puzzled. “You’re the one who offered to shake hands. I forgive you for pretending not to remember my unforgettable presence.” “You need to check your ego.”
“I need my hand, so yes, you have to release it, Nikolai.” “Fuck. I love the way you say my name. Though everything sounds amazing in that hot accent.”
“What? I won’t love it when you what?” He speaks so close, I can feel his words inside my darn ear instead of hearing them. “You need to stop cutting yourself off mid-sentence. The suspense is killing me. You’re playing a bit hard to get, Prince Charming, but I’m all over that shit. Fight me. Fight me. Fucking fight me!”
“Afraid I’ll grow on you?” I flash him my most fake smile. “The chances of that happening are below zero. Better luck next life, kid.” “Blah blah and fucking blah. Why wait when I have this life?” He frowns. “Also, why are you smiling like a creep?”
“And how do you know what I’m hinting at?” “You haven’t exactly been subtle. The answer is no.” “I can work with a no.”
I got a better reaction from him by plucking out his AirPods, blondie. Not that I care. I don’t. And yet my hand twitches, demanding I throw her off the nearest, steepest cliff.
Disgusting. Oh, look at that. Brandon’s favorite word.
Who the fuck are you, Clara, and what’s your favorite way to die?
He didn’t even speak to me, but a mere look is enough to turn a man into the worst sinner.
I mean, he could’ve gotten that because of kissing her. It couldn’t have possibly been me. He’s straight. Insert rolling of eyes here.
Brandon who? The guy who will take my cock between his lips and thank me for it, that’s who. No. Jesus Christ.
I can fall asleep here. Sweet. Though I’d probably die, and that’s not exactly convenient.
So I might have been messaging Brandon on IG. You know, because I’m a goddamn pest like that. He didn’t answer them. For three days.
Stop bugging me or I’ll block you. But he didn’t block me.
Wake-up call is incoming in ten fucking seconds.
“Are you allergic to shirts or something? Why are you always half naked?” “Because I look fucking awesome and it’s a pity to hide it. Also, does this mean you were checking me out?” “Nonsense. It’s impossible to miss your constant state of nudity.” “Constant state of nudity. Jesus. Chill, my dude. You sound like a judge in court.”
“Listen to me, you thick fucker. I’ve been tolerating your nonsense for far too long, but enough is enough. You’re not my peer, friend, or anything in between. So crawl back into your hole and stop being in my fucking space or I will crush you.” “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
This is the hottest I’ve ever seen him, and I’ve always found him mouthwateringly sexy.
Bran would hit me if I were to say this out loud, but he’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Fuck him right the fuck off. Straight crush is officially over.
And I groaned. Me. Brandon fucking King groaned because a guy was biting me.
After all, love is just an illusion made up by empty people who crave companionship.
Not because I followed Brandon like a creepy stalker or anything equally stupid. Okay, maybe I did, but it was only for two blocks. Maybe three. Fine. Five. But none of that matters.
“Don’t call you what? Baby?” “Nikolai!” “Fuck me. I love the way you growl my name, baby.”
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Kiss. “How ravenous I turn when it comes to you?” Kiss. “I’ll devour you fucking whole, my beautiful lotus flower.” Kiss. “I’ll make you forget about anyone who came before me, namely fucking Clara.”
“Why, hello, Straight Brandon’s dick. You look pretty gay to me.”
“You won’t hurt me, lotus flower. Do it harder.” He laps his tongue at my jaw. “Mmm. Let me get the blood off you.”
So lotus flower didn’t lose the bimbo. Sur-fucking-prise. Not.
Anyway, Operation Eliminate Bimbo will soon take effect.
I clearly brought him more pleasure than she ever has. He kissed me with his eyes closed. In your fucking bimbo face.
Yes, he’ll never admit it since he has a case of pathological denial and all that jazz, but I’m not leaving him alone until he does.
If Brandon is not gay, I’ll chuck myself down a fucking cliff. Well, let’s also include bi, because…eh… I’m not in the mood to die before I get another taste of him. Or a few. Several is my preferred count.
Short of getting him drunk again, I’m lost. I fucking love drunk Bran, by the way, would vote for him to be the official version in the next election. I’m kidding. I’m never lost. Sooner or later, I’ll wear him down. I always do.
Lotus flower is such a cock-fucking-tease, but I’ll make him come around. Even if it’s the last thing I do.
Brandon is making himself into a war that I’ll conquer and bring to his fucking knees. Literally.
I’d rather be adored by innocent beings instead of evil snakes. I like things simple, not twisty and complicated.
