Bend Him Break Him

by M.N. Bennet

This is for all the folks who love toxic guys, dubious arrangements, and unhinged romances. May this twisted story feed the beast in your soul.

Isaac had bleached his shaggy hair white, added faded purple streaks throughout, and now sported tons of piercings and tattoos.

And it wasn’t like Isaac was searching for an apology. No, he was a vindictive, spiteful prick who had it out for Colton.

Did Isaac glare at Colton and the baseball team for the remainder of the lecture? Yes. Did he realize it was spiteful and unproductive? Absolutely. Did he give a fuck? Nope.

Isaac glared at the green-eyed, black-haired, chiseled jock who stood there looking annoyingly gorgeous with his perfectly tan skin, sharp features, muscular body, and perfectly fitting hoodie and tight jeans despite also appearing frumpy.

Every time someone praised Colton, congratulated him for his bravery, Isaac was reminded of every year he’d weathered the hatred of his peers by coming out in high school. No one offered him a medal, no one demanded Isaac speak at club events, no one made reels by the tens of thousands about him. Though, honestly, Isaac was grateful for that factor.

“Sorry, Izzy. I don’t make the rules, but you have masochistic hedonist sub written all over that pretty face.” “Well, as long as I don’t have cum on my face, I guess it’s an improvement.”

So much of his time was spent making himself smaller so others felt content.

Colton couldn’t have this life, this club, but he could do his best to enjoy the evening and make room for a few nice memories of what life could’ve been like if he’d made better choices.

If they knew what Colton had done to Isaac back in high school, would they still clamor over his every word? Or would they even care?

Isaac didn’t consider himself very ethical or unethical, but if there were a line he knew he shouldn’t cross, it probably involved blackmailing the dude he hated into getting skull fucked by Isaac’s dick. Yeah, that was definitely a line he couldn’t cross. Probably.

“Mr. Parker, correct?” She removed her sunglasses and delicately placed them in a small pocketbook she’d kept tucked beneath her arm. “You must be the one who’s been piledriving my son.”

Omg I just snort laughed!!!

He put that out of his head, dwelling less on the fact his boyfriend and mother ganged up on him and more on the fact his mother not only acknowledged Colton had a boyfriend, but she liked him. Isaac. The least likable person, by choice, in the whole world. Well, Colton’s world, at the very least.

“It’d be even less trips if you actually carried stuff!” Colton bypassed Isaac, bumping him with his hip as he swaggered up to the second floor of the apartment complex. “I’m carrying the team,” Isaac professed. “They call me Captain Morale.” “More like Captain Moron,” Mina countered, brushing by Isaac as she carried a trove of boxes, too.

“I love too…the apartment,” Isaac blurted as if that somehow made more sense. Even if it did, his frazzled face definitely gave away his embarrassment. “Yeah?” Colton puckered his lips. “You wanna kiss the apartment? Wanna spend your days cuddling up to the walls? Maybe dry hump the floor while whispering sweet nothings?”

“Are you challenging me to a love off?” Colton bit Isaac’s earlobe, avoiding the piercings.

“And you’re suddenly an expert at love?” “Yep. Learned all I needed falling for you.”