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“That way, Silas will stop gropin’ his guy in front of us.” “Shut the fuck up,”
“Truth.” “Weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?” Raid freezes, hands tightening around his beer bottle as he swallows harshly. “Next.”
“You can’t say next,” I remind him. “Unless you wanna streak through the trailer park.” Blaine furrows his brows. “Are those the rules?”
Do you cry after sex? Oh, do you—” “I’ve never fucked before, alright!” he barks out in frustration. “Now, fuckin’ drop it!”
“Oh.” Well, now I feel like a dick. “Sorry, man. I wasn’t tryin’ to—” “I’ve never had sex either,” Landon blurts out, cutting me off, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t know.”
“Silas, truth or dare?” “Dare.” Silas smiles, full of cockiness as he strokes Blaine’s hip. “I dare you to keep your hands off your boyfriend for at least five minutes,”
“Great. He’s everythin’ I thought he’d be. God, the way he fucks me—” “That’s enough truth,”
“Truth or dare?” Landon puffs out his chest. “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Raid.”
Blaine for the win, baby.
Raid opens and closes his mouth, not exactly opposed, but confused. “Why?” “Because he dared you to,” Silas throws back. “You gonna streak or you gonna do it?” Raid shakes his head. “I don’t think—”
He’s cut off when Landon grabs both his cheeks and plants a fat kiss on his lips. I think it was supposed to be quick, but the way Raid’s hands snap up and latch around Landon’s neck prevents that from happening. In a split second, they’re full-on making out, trying to devour each other’s mouths, and the rest of us are left gaping. Landon makes some sort of choked noise and Raid growls—holy shit that’s hot.
Yeah, safe to say none of us were expecting that. It’s a solid minute. I know because I started counting as the time ticked on. Got to fifty-five before they both broke away with a gasp.
“I need to fuck after that.”
No big deal.” “You’re a great kisser, man,” Landon jokes. “Gotta give me some tips.”
“I gotta go. Be right back.” Blaine frowns. “Where are you going?”
“Think I should apologize? I didn’t really give him a choice. I don’t think he liked it.”
“But if you want to apologize, it couldn’t hurt.” Landon nods,
“Does Raid like Landon?” “Well, you saw the proof, baby.”
“I mean, he has to now though, right?” Blaine releases a little wince. “I love Landon, but he doesn’t take hints well.”
I go to tell Blaine that but see Silas has already broken his dare and has his tongue down Blaine’s throat. It’s cute—the fact that they can’t keep their hands off each other—and I’m no longer filled with jealousy at that.
“Where’s Landon? You fuck yet?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Fuck you, Bunk. Go home.”
his back and tugging me to him, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder. “How’d it go?” “Good,” I whisper, brushing some of his hair away from his face. “Your night?” “Fine. Missed you, little psycho,” he mumbles, eyes closing as he fights sleep.
however, not about this. Instead, I wiggle so that I’m facing him and hook my leg over his hip before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, savoring the tobacco and the mint flavor. “Missed you too.” Then I nestle against him, resting my head against his chest and let the pounding thuds of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
My hands are jerked off my ears and I try to focus through my blurry eyes. “Whaley,” they say again, calmer this time. “You need to breathe. You’re freakin’ me the fuck out.” That voice. I know that voice.
tattooed hands that come up to cup his face ruin him. But I can’t let him go. His hands latch onto my wrists, and I look at our connection, trying to let his touch ground me back to the reality that’s slipping through my fingers. Bunky. Bunky. Bunky.
“Bunky?” I question, blinking rapidly to clear the tears away. “I… I don’t know what happened.” “Whaley.” He whispers and I can’t make myself hold his gaze. I’m worried about what I’ll show him, scared of what he’ll see. “What do you need? How can I help?” Help?
“Can you take me home?”
“Whaley—” “I think you should go home tonight,”
“The fuck? Hell no. I ain’t leavin’.”
“Bunky—” “You ain’t changin’ my mind. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but I do know that it was serious, and I’m not goin’ to leave you alone,” he argues as he grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the back of my trailer. “Now, come on.” “We ain’t fuckin’,”
“Didn’t say we were. You need to shower, and I’m goin’ to help you.” I open my mouth to protest but he reaches up, pressing a finger to my lips, eyes softening as he takes me in. “No. Stop. Just let me take care of you.”
“Stop it,” I growl, trying to stop my dick from taking interest. Only it’s fucking Bunky, so he’s very much interested in anything he has to offer. He shrugs, flipping on the water. “Just admirin’ the view. It’s one of my favorites.”
“You sure I can’t tempt you?” he whispers, his chest flush against me.
“Bunky—” “No sex, I get it,” he says, moving in front of me so he can get my chest. “But you smell like a damn bar, so I’ll do this instead.”
now and then I glance at him, and it’s like he’s stuck in a trance. His pierced tongue is poking out as he focuses on my arms, and his eyes are concentrated as he kneels down and washes my thighs. He takes his time, making sure every inch of me is clean before shutting the water off. I get out before him, snatching a towel and heading to my room.
“Put these on and leave.” “What ain’t you gettin’?”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” “I already told you we ain’t fuckin’.”
“And that’s the most important part of our relationship? Me takin’ your cock?”
“Shit,” I growl, shaking my head. I can feel it getting all blocked up again, the edges starting to fray, the walls I built starting to rattle. “I didn’t mean that—” “Sounded like it. So, what? If none of my holes are filled I’m no use to you, huh?”
“What?” I snap, turning to him as soon as I have my pants on. “What the fuck did you s...
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“We can talk! You know, mouths moving, noises coming ou...
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“That’s what I’m here for. I’m here for you any way you need me. You got stuff, Whaley? I want to know about it.” “No, you don’t.”
“You thought you could get away with this forever,” I bellow, hands wrapping around their neck and squeezing tightly. “Whaley!”
squeeze and squeeze, listening to that voice inside my head, basking in the chaos and power that thrums through me. They will not win. They never will again. “Whaley, stop! Please!”
Wait. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m hit one more time, and my eyes begin to focus. I drop my hands completely, taking a step back.
What the fuck is happening? I’m so confused and lost until that voice rings through my spiraling haze.
“Whaley? What the hell was t...
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My fingers tremble as he takes in sharp quick breaths before crumbling to the ground. Oh, God. Was I…? No, no, no… I’d never hurt him. I need him to know that. I bend down to help him up with shaking hands. “Why didn’t you leave? I told you to leave!”
could have killed you,”
“Fuck, why didn’t you leave?”
