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Harry sits behind the bed, waiting and trying to listen to Mac talk to Bozer. He can’t hear much, but he hears something about a bomb and something about someone named Riley. Next he knows Mac opens the bedroom door barges in, closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” Harry can see Mac looks scared and upset.

“Oh. Nothing.” He’s obviously lying. “I need to go though. Work stuff.”

“Yeah, of course.” Mac looks worried as he grabs his jacket and his phone.

“I’ll be back later. Just relax and make yourself at home.”

“Thanks. I will.” Harry is about to kiss Mac when he walks away and out of the room.

For the next couple of hours, Harry sits around the house. He watches some TV, plays some games on his phone, and evens snoops a little through Mac’s room. But other than that, Harry just sits there worried. He worries a lot about whether or not this was the right move. Did he really just give up Hogwarts, his friends, and his future for a guy he’s only met once? Or was this the chance of a lifetime? Could Mac be the one? If he didn’t come would he have missed out on the true love of his life? Just the idea of loving someone this much was intoxicating to him, he’s never had a feeling like this before.

“Harry.” Harry hears his name being called and begins opening his eyes.

The room is dark and quiet and right above him is Mac. He’s covered in dirt and has a gash on his forehead.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?”

“Shh.” Harry sits up next to Mac. “Bozer is in his room.”

“What happened?” Harry whispers. “I tried staying up but I was too tired.”

“It’s fine. It was just an accident at work.” Mac runs a hand through Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry about before.”

“What?”

“When you tried to kiss me I had just received some bad news and I just wasn’t thinking about you for a moment. I’m truly sorry. I realized what I did after I had already left and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I"m just so nervous about messing this up. You came all the way here for me and I feel like if this messes up it’s all my fault.” Before Mac can continue ranting, Harry moves forward and begins kissing him.

“Stop it.” He kisses Mac again, running his fingers through his hair. “I love you. You love me. That’s all that matters right now. We have plenty of time to get to know each other. We will have some problems. We will fight. We will forget to kiss each other. But as long as we love each other, this will work out.”

“You’re amazing.” It’s all Mac can say.

“I know.” Harry helps Mac take his jacket off. “Now let me help clean you up then we can go to bed.”

“Thanks. Thanks for everything.”

“Tell me that after the shower.” Harry smiles before walking in the bathroom, the sound of the shower exciting Mac. “You coming?” Harry says as he walks to the bathroom door completely naked.

Mac begins taking his clothes off as he walks to the bathroom. He enters the bathroom naked, watching Harry enter the shower and the water spray onto his body. Mac follows in after him, pushing Harry deeper into the shower and his head under the water. Harry grabs Mac by the waist and pulls him in under the water with him. Mac’s hair, once wet, begins falling in front of his face. Mac runs his hair through his own hair, slicking it back.

They move in to begin kissing each other, Harry running his hands through Mac’s hair and Mac putting his hands on Harry’s butt. They continue kissing until Harry stops it a few minutes later. Harry moves his hands down Mac’s back, lightly kissing his neck. Then he moves down more, placing his hands on Mac’s firm butt cheeks as he kisses Mac’s pecs, then down and kisses his abs. He moves down to Mac’s penis and doesn’t even take a second to take his penis into his mouth.

“Oh…” Mac moans as Harry begins sucking on his penis. “Wow…” He moans even louder when Harry takes his balls into his mouth, licking them.

Harry begins moving his head back and forth, letting Mac’s penis in and out of his mouth, each time letting the tip smack the back of his throat. Mac wants it faster and grabs Harry’s head, gripping onto his hair. He starts moving Harry back and forth faster and faster. Though Harry almost chokes once or twice at first, Mac doesn’t stop and Harry doesn’t ask him to.

“Sooorrrryyy… almost therrreee… I haven’t…” Just then Mac explodes into Harry’s mouth. “Oh god!!!!” Mac pushes himself harder than ever before to not scream at the top of his lungs.

As Harry drinks all of the cum exploding from Mac’s penis, he can’t stop thinking about what exactly Mac was about to say before he climaxed. But at the same time, Harry can’t believe he’s gone without tasting Mac for so long.

“Thanks,” Mac says as Harry slides out and up to his feet.

“What… what was it you were about to say before…”

“I was going to say that I haven’t had sex or anything else since we were together. No one else was even close to measuring up to you.” Mac grabs Harry’s head and kisses him.

“God I’ve missed you.”

“Ditto.” Harry grabs the bar of soap and starts rubbing it against Mac’s shoulder.

Since Bryce was just a baby he has been told how great he is at everything and been taught by everyone around him that because he is so amazing he can do whatever he wants to whomever he wants.

Alex, on the other hand, has never really been complimented on anything. His father has always been very critical with him, making him go into his shell. Whenever that happens, Alex heads to a park a few blocks from his house that is secluded in the middle of trees.

One night Alex’ father tears into him about bleaching his hair. He smacks him around on the head a few times and shouts in his face before sending him to his room. Alex sneaks out his window and heads straight to his usual park and into the little castle, taking a seat on the top of the slide.

At the same time Bryce is at his own party where he sits bored with a bunch of drunk people. He decides to take a walk down the street when he see’s someone familiar walking into the park. Bryce follows the person and enters the park to see Alex Sandoval sitting on top fo the slide.

“What are you doing here loser?” Bryce walks to the bottom of the slide.

“Wow, how original.” Alex just looks down at Bryce in his lettermen’s jacket. “Just like that jacket.”

“Oh don’t you think your clever.”

“No, but compared to you I feel like a genius.”

“What did you just say?”

“Wow, I guess I gave you too much credit.”

“Say that to my face faggot.” Bryce kicks the slide.

“I’m the faggot? You’re the one that wants me to come to your face.”

Bryce reaches up the slide, grabbing Alex’ leg and pulling him down the slide. Alex kicks Bryce in the chest but Bryce only holds onto Alex tighter. Bryce pulls Alex off the slide then pushes him onto his knees.

“Stop it!” Alex can’t seem to shout and only moans the response.

“You want a faggot? I’ll show you a faggot.”

Bryce turns Alex around, pushing his face onto the bottom of the slide. While Bryce hold Alex down with his knee and one hand, he pulls Alex’s jeans until the button pops off and the pants slide down. Bryce pulls down Alex’s boxers to see his pale white ass.

“Look, your butt matches your hair.” Bryce just laughs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the ground.

“Now this is a fagot! Faggot!” Bryce’s penis is growing quite quickly n adjust as it reaches it’s peak, he shoves it into Alex.

Alex begins screaming but it’s muffled by the slide. Bryce pulls one of Alex’ shoes off and then a sock, shoving it into Alex’s mouth. Bryce begins quickly moving in and out of Alex’s ass as both his hands push Alex down. Within seconds Alex seems to give up, making Bryce happier. Bryce lets go of Alex and grabs the sides of the slide.

“God your tighter than half the girls at school.” Bryce laughs at his own joke as he runs a hand through his hair.

As Bryce begins sweating Alex loses more and more hope, going to a quiet place in his mind, waiting for this to be over. It’s only a minute before Bryce bites his lip and prepares to cum. A couple more thrusts and Bryce begins to cum.

“Oh….Yeah…” Bryce moans and begins slowing down.

Once finished he shakes the excess cum onto Alex’ butt before pulling his pants back up.

“Now you’ve had the best you could ever have. Your boyfriends goona be jealous.” Bryce slaps Alex on the ass before running a hand through his one last time and turning around to walk back to his house.

Alex stays there for almost an hour before getting up and heading home. He goes home and continues his life always thinking about what just happened but never mentioning it to anyone even on his death bed.

It’s been a week since Bryce and Clay last spoke. Bryce constantly looked at his phone, impatiently waiting for a text. But there never was one.

As Monday morning hits, Bryce has decided it’s time to cut the loss and move on. He’ll get back to normal and forget everything Clay Jensen. He walks into school with a confident demeanor and multiple friends surrounding him, laughing, and smiling like everything is perfect. That is until his eyes catch Clay standing at his locker, with cast and crutches.

“Hey. Gotta handle some project stuff. See ya in class.” He says to his friends.

“Boo! Nerd!” Monty shouts as they continue walking and Bryce stops at Clay.

“Hey.” Bryce feels his confidence shatter, nervous to say anything.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t text.”

“Oh! No. It’s fine. I didn’t even realize.”

“Oh ok. I was just going to say that my parents took my phone from me ‘cause they wanted me to focus on ‘healing and not on the internet’, as they said. But I guess you don’t care.” Clay closes his locker and starts turning the other direction.

“Hey.” Clay turns back. “I’m sorry.” It physically hurts Bryce to say that. “I was being stupid.” That hurt even more. “I just thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I still haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh… okay… okay.”

“Maybe… just maybe you can drive me home after school today. We do still need to work on our project.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Bryce is getting excited, but quickly calms down and tries to act cool. “I guess that’s fine.”

“You’re weird,” Clay says before turning the other direction. “I’ll meet you out front after school. Don’t make me wait.” Clay walks away with adrenaline rushing through his veins, he feels so confident and cool.

Bryce quickly snaps out of his daze and heads to class.

AFTER SCHOOL

The second Clay steps out of the school doors he sees Bryce in his car waiting. He tries hard not to smile too much, doesn’t want to let Bryce know how happy he is to see him. He gets in the car without either of them saying a word. They drive off. They continue in silence for a while.

“Wanna stop and get some food? Something to drink?” Bryce breaks the silence.

“No. We should just finish the project.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.” Bryce has never felt this awkward and uncomfortable, and has no idea why.

They arrive at Clay’s house. Bryce grabs his and Clay’s backpack.

“You don’t need to carry my bag.” Clay remarks as he gets out of the car.

“I know.” They walk into the house.

“Is that you Clay?” Clay’s mom yells from the other room.

“Yeah!” She walks in.

“Oh… hi!”

“Hey.” Bryce is weirdly nervous. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jensen. I’m Bryce”

“Nice to meet you as well Bryce.”

“We have a project we need to work on.” Clay jumps in. “And it’s going to take a while… so we should get started.” Clay heads to the stairs.

“Oh. Yeah. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

“Thank you,” Bryce says as he follows Clay up the stairs.

“That was weird,” Clay comments as they both enter his room and close the door. “What’s wrong with you?” Clay laughs.

“Honestly… I have no idea.” They both laugh together. “I swear. Ever since I saw you this morning I’ve felt so weird.”

“Some people call that being nervous.”

“I don’t get nervous about anything.” Bryce takes a seat on Clay’s bed.

“Really?” Clay sits down next to Bryce on the bed, very close.

“I’m… I’m…” Bryce stammers.

“You’re what?” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

“That’s not funny.” Bryce licks his lips.

“It is.” Clay laughs and stands up, moving over to his desk chair.

“Let’s get to work.” Bryce chimes in, opening his backpack.

For the next two hours Bryce and Clay work on their project. They work on it in sync, with only a few times stopping to make intense eye contact.

“You’re smarter than you let on, you know,” Clay says randomly.

“Um… thanks…”

“I mean it in a good way. You always just act like a privileged jock who doesn’t need to be smart. But you are.”

“I feel like I was just complimented and insulted at the same time.”

“You are smart.” They both laugh.

“You’re not as awkward and weird as you let on either.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“Yeah. You’re actually pretty confident once you open up. And you’re kinda cool.”

“That’s high praise coming from the Bryce Walker.”

“ The Bryce Walker?”

“You know what I mean. You’re the it kid at school. You basically run it.”

“I guess… but it’s not exactly what people think it is.”

“How do you mean?” Clay drops his pencil, getting intrigued.

“Everyone’s always looking at me. They always expect me to be one way. They expect me to do certain things and say certain things. They expect me to be the exact same every day. And some days… some days I want to be different. I want to be someone other than the Bryce Walker.”

“Wow. That’s deep.” They both laugh a little. “But seriously. You can be whoever you want. You shouldn’t care what everyone at school thinks.”

“It’s not just the kids at school. It’s my parents.”

“Screw them.”

“Jensen!” Bryce is shocked by Clay.

“I just mean that…” Clay stops, thinking of what to say. “Think about it this way… When you turn 18 you are officially an adult and can do whatever you want. You’re on your own for the rest of your life. They’re only in charge of you for 18 years of your entire life. And you’ve got a long life to live. Why care about what they think about you? Do you think they care what you think about them?”

“Wow. Very wise Clay Jensen.”

“I try.” They laugh and then right then Bryce moves over and kisses Clay.

They continue kissing for a minute, their lips connecting like puzzle pieces, meant to be connected. Everything in this moment is perfect. Both of them are happy. Both of them are comfortable. Both of them want this to last forever. Then Clay’s bedroom door opens and the two separate as quickly as they possibly can.

“How’s the project going?” Clay’s mom appears.

“Great!” Clay smiles a ridiculously large smile.

“Great.” His mom looks a little confused. “Did you want to stay for dinner Bryce? I’m making lasagna.”

“That would be great. Thank you.”

“Great. Good luck you guys.” She closes the door, leaving.

“Did she see anything?” Clay whispers after hearing his mom walk down the stairs.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh my god!” Clay slams his head down to the desk.

“What happened to not caring what your parents think of you?” Clay looks up at Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“Don’t make me slap you.” Clay sits up.

“Please do,” Bryce smirks and they both begin to laugh.

It’s been two months. After Mac asked Harry to come back to the states, the rest of the night was pretty awkward. Harry told Mac he would have to think about it, but Mac knew what that meant.

Mac eventually had to go back home. It was a sad goodbye for both of them. They kissed. They had sex one, or five, more times. Then he left. Mac went home. Harry went back to spending all day every day with the Dursley’s. But as Harry sat in his bed under the stairs he couldn’t help but think about Mac. He thought about everything he wanted to do to Mac. He even thought about just sitting in bed and talking to Mac. He constantly thought about what it would be like to no longer live with the Dursley’s and to move to the states. To live in California and feel the warm sun.

Two months have passed since Mac came home and it just hasn’t been the same. He feels like he’s missing a part of himself. He has gone to work, done his job, hung out with friends, and put on a smile. Then he comes home and into his room, sitting in silence and thinking about Harry. He has constantly thought about Harry’s accent. His soft hair. His pillowy lips. And just how much he liked talking to him.

Today,

Mac has had quite a boring day at work. Though his friends are going to hang out at a bar, Mac has decided to go home and relax. As Mac drives up to the house he notices someone is sitting by the front door with a suitcase. Something in Mac knows exactly who it is. He speeds to his parking spot and runs out of the car without the keys. He runs to the front door and sitting there is Harry, looking up and smiling at him.

“Hey, Mac.” Harry’s voice warms Mac’s heart.

“I love you.” Mac blurts out. “I… I meant to say that before I left.” Mac takes a deep breath in.

“I know.” Harry moves up and begins kissing him.

As they kiss, Mac reaches for the front door and opens it with a card from his pants pocket. They rush in through the door.

“Wait. My bag.” Harry starts reaching for his suitcase.

“Later.” Mac slams the door shut and continues to push Harry back and into his room.

“Take it all off,” Mac says before pushing Harry onto his bed.

“Keep yours on,” Harry says to Mac, surprising him.

As Harry flings his clothes off, Mac keeps his on and walks over to his closet, grabbing a box of condoms. He walks up to the bed and empties the entire box of condoms on Harry’s naked body.

“That’s all?” They both laugh before Mac jumps on top of him and they begin kissing again.

They continue kissing for a while… a long while. It’s as if they haven’t had a drink since they last saw each other and are hydrating from each other’s mouths. But after a while they stop, Mac lying on top of Harry’s naked body.

“Ever since you left I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with you… to you…” Harry whispers.

“Really?” Mac licks his lips. “Like what?” Right then Harry grabs Mac by the waist and overpowers him, flipping him onto his back, getting on top of him.

“This.” Harry doesn’t waste a second before sliding up and shoving his penis into Mac’s mouth.

He pushes his penis straight down into Mac’s mouth and to the back of his throat. Mac gags for a second, but adjusts and begins to like it. As Harry begins moving up and down, in and out, he slides both his hands through the sides of Mac’s soft hair.

“Oh god, I’ve missed that head of hair of yours,” Harry mumbles out as he feels himself pre-cum.

Mac’s lips are suctioned onto Harry’s shaft, his tongue slipping out to tickle his balls every once and a while. Harry is sweating the longer this goes on. He doesn’t last much longer before exploding into Mac’s mouth. He feels his penis explode like never before. After just a second in Mac’s mouth, Harry takes it out and cum begins to shoot all over Mac’s face. Mac closes his eyes as cum shoots over his eyes. Harry pulls Mac’s head up and close to him, letting his cum shoot into Mac’s hair. As Harry’s penis begins to finish he sits up, letting Mac’s head down. The little bit of cum left in Harry flies onto Mac’s leather jacket.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Mac begins to shout uncontrollably.

“Wait. I’m not done yet.” Harry slides his penis onto Mac’s cheek, sliding his wet tip across his face.

Harry slides down, face to face with Mac. He begins kissing Mac’s cheek, slowly licking up the cum her sprayed on him. He moves across all of Mac’s face, cleaning up the cum he sprayed on him. Harry slides his fingers into Mac’s hair, Mac doing the same.

“Mac?” Mac hears Bozer’s voice and the front door close.

“Shit!” Mac pushes Harry off his body and onto the floor. “Oh! Sorry.” Mac grabs Harry’s shirt from the floor and begins wiping himself up.

“Mac?” He can hear Bozer is almost at his room.

“Yeah?” Mac runs out of his bedroom, closing his door and leaving Harry lying on the floor, confused and scared.

“Oh god…” Mac moans as he stops kissing Harry for just a second, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his room key.

“Damn I love your hair,” Harry says as Mac opens the door.

The two look at each other, smiling.

“I want you to ride me,” Harry says as they walk into the room and close the door.

“My pleasure.” Mac pushes Harry onto the bed, Harry quickly throwing his shirt off and getting to his belt.

Mac throws his leather jacket to the floor before running his hands through his hair and looking down at Harry while licking his lips. Their eyes meet as the two slides their pants down and off. The two take a second to look down at each other, both smiling. Mac runs and jumps onto the bed, both of them laughing and excited about this.

“This is gonna be one long night,” Mac says before reaching for a condom in his pants and ripping it open with his teeth.

Mac reaches down to Harry’s penis and grabs it. He begins rubbing it softly as it hardens. Once hard, Mac slides the condom onto Harry’s penis quickly, rushing to get to this already. Mac goes on top of Harry, his butt directly above Harry’s penis. Mac quickly drops down, biting his lip to overcome the pain he initially feels. That doesn’t slow him down because seconds later Mac grabs the bed polls and begins pulling himself up and dropping back down.

“Shit!” Harry shouts.

‘What’s wrong?“ Mac freaks out.

"I’m close.” Harry is embarrassed.

“That’s fine. Just enjoy it.” Mac kinda wants to laugh but holds himself back.

Mac continues, this time faster. Mac is surprised as five minutes pass and Harry hasn’t exploded yet. He can see in Harry’s face that he is forcing himself to keep it in. But at this point, Mac would be happy for Harry to finish as his arms are getting sore and tired. Mac is sweating harder than he ever has before, his long blonde locks wet and falling in front of his entire face.

“OH!” Harry shouts as he explodes.

Mac can feel as the condom breaks and warm cum shoots into him. Mac has no words for the feeling, slowing down just a little. Mac let’s go of one pole to run a hand through his hair, sweat flying through the air.

“Wow. Just wow.” Harry says, running a hand through his hair and looking at Mac’s sweaty abs.

Mac slides off of Harry and plops down next to him, taking deep breaths in. Mac places a hand on Harry’s arms, rubbing it. Harry looks over to Mac, just thinking about how lucky he is right now. He sits up, looking over to Mac and placing his hands on his chest.

“I… you have given me the best day of my life.” Harry holds himself back from saying what he wants to say.

“I’m happy I could do that.”

“Yeah… I truly love… your hair.” Harry runs a hand through Mac’s hair.

“Just say it.”

“Say what?” Harry sweats just a little.

“What you really want to say.”

“I love you. I know we just met, but you’re just so perfect and amazing and… spectacular!” Harry can’t believe he just said that.

“I think I could love you too.” Mac looks away, not wanting to show his feelings.

“Well let me see if this helps you get all the way there.” Harry reaches over to Mac’s penis and grabs it, quickly starting to rub it.

“Oh…” Mac lets out a small smile as Harry starts giving him a handjob.

Harry leans down and begins kissing Mac’s abs, slowly moving around. Each kiss he gives, he lightly sucks on Mac’s skin. As minutes pass Mac gets close to exploding and Harry has moved up to Mac’s pecs, lightly starting to suck on them. One of Mac’s hands run through Harry’s soft hair while the other on his back. Harry begins moving up a bit more and Mac reaches to Harry’s face and pushes his glasses up a bit, their eyes meeting.

“Will you come back with me? Back to the states?.” Just then Mac explodes, cum shooting into the air like fireworks.

“Oh…” Harry is surprised by the cum and the statement.

BRYCE - Last Night

Bryce hated himself for the rest of the night, though he still let Monty finish the blowjob. Afterward, he kicked Monty out of his room and locked the door. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started writing. He was venting everything he felt. He wrote every feeling he had. He wrote about how he felt towards Clay, about what happened that night. Opposite of how he normally acts, he wrote down his true feelings and said the complete and utter truth. Then he crumpled the piece of paper in his hands and threw it in the trash. He turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, breaking the skin on his fist and bleeding into the wall.

CLAY - Last Night

Clay ran out of their like never before. On his way down the stairs, he grabbed a shot from someone’s hand and took it before walking out of the house. He grabbed his bike and started going. Not going anywhere specific, but just going. He can’t believe he fell for it. He fell for Bryce Walker. How could he have believed Bryce had liked him? Bryce was just playing with him and he knew it all along, but couldn’t stop thinking of the small chance it was all real. God, he was stupid! That just kept running through his head. That’s when a bright white light shocked him out of his head and into the fact that a car was right next to him and going right towards him.

BRYCE - This Morning

Bryce wakes up in his living room, on the floor, and his head on the couch. The second the sun hits his eyes, a massive headache bangs through his forehead. He looks around to see Monty, Zach, and Justin lying around him dead asleep. The rest of the living room is a complete shit show. Solo cups are all over the floor and the furniture is moved into weird positions. In front of him, the TV is playing old Looney Toons episodes.

“Up!” Bryce punches Monty and Justin in the leg before getting up.

“Ouch!” Justin winces and opens his eyes.

“Damn!” Monty opens his eyes and sits up on the couch, accidentally kicking Zach in the head.

“Dude!” Zach moves up and pushes Monty’s feet away from him. “Your feet are nasty.” They all start laughing.

“Get up. The parents will be back tonight and this place needs to look ‘better than when they left’.” Zach and Justin get to their feet, but Monty just starts laughing while he looks at his phone.

“What?” Zach looks over to Monty’s phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Justin moves over to look. “Damn.” He chuckles a little.

“What?” Bryce asks as he walks back into the room with trash bags.

“That kid that was here last night… Clay. He apparently got hit by a car down the street. Marcus said he was drunk and riding his bike.” Monty starts texting someone.

“What a doofus.” Justin grabs a trash bag from Bryce. “You okay dude?” Bryce is just staring straight into nothing.

“Bryce…” Zach walks in front of Bryce, snapping him out of it.

“Oh. Yeah. Just waiting for you dumbasses to get up and moving.”

“Damn dude.” Monty gets off the couch.

“So… is he in the hospital?” Bryce whispers.

“Who?” Monty picks up some cups.

“That kid… Clay.”

“Oh. Yeah.” They all continue to clean and Bryce just stands still thinking.

CLAY - This Morning

“Owww.” Clay opens his eyes to bright white lights and a very clean and shiny hospital room.

“Clay!” He hears his mom shout before she appears on top of him and begins hugging him.

“Mom…” Clay moans, his mom backing off.

“Sorry.” Clay sits up. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache.” He rubs his neck. “And my neck is sore. And why does my leg hurt so much?” Clay looks down to see a cast on his left leg.

“Sorry hun.”

“Dam…ng…” Clay smiles, trying to hide what he almost said.

“Nice catch.” They both laugh. “The doctors say you’ll need that cast for a month. We’re taking you home in two days. I already called the school and you can go back next week. I’m picking up your homework after work each day, so you still have stuff to do.”

“Great.”

“Your dad is at work and I really need to head to work to, but call me if you need anything.” Clay just smiles. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” His mom leaves and he reaches for his phone.

AFTERNOON

“Clay?” Clay turns from the TV and to his room’s door to see Bryce standing in the doorway.

“Go away.”

“Clay…”

“Go. Away. Now.” Clay turns back to the TV and Bryce turns away.

“No.” Bryce turns back around and walks right into the room, closing the door.”

“Get out of here!” Clay shouts.

“Stop it. I made a mistake. I know that. But it was just that, a mistake. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to not hurt you. I hurt everyone, but I want that to stop. You’re the first person I care to try and stop hurting. So I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying as hard as I can to get you to trust me.”

“What about Monty? You two a thing?”

“God no!” Bryce begins to laugh. “Monty and I have ‘done’ stuff together since third grade. It only happens three or four times a year, and only when one of us hasn’t had any for a long time. Monty is just going through a dry spell. And he was wasted.”

“Oh…” Clay sits there thinking.

“I want you to believe every word I say and want you to want me around. So please, ask me anything, anything at all.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“I will sit here all day and night and answer every question you can possibly think of for as long as it takes for you to trust me.”

“Fine.”

“Fire away.”

“Fine… my first question is…”

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CW: EXPLICIT NONCON (Only in the second half. I have marked its beginning with *** for those who want to read the rest with Nat and Jameson but who want to drop out when noncon comes into play), bruises, creepy whumper, sadistic whumper, intimate whump, captivity, derogatory language, dehumanizing language, death threats

The Same Bed: Part One: Jake|Part Two: Krista|Part Three: Chris|Part Four: Vincent|Part Five: Antoni|Interlude|Part Six: Nat | Part Seven: Owen

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Owen studies her face while she speaks. Brown hair streaked with silver falls loose around her shoulders, tangled from the events of the night. He’s placed the phone on the table between them, and although she doesn’t have to - it’s on speaker - she leans forward slightly as if to ensure she’ll be heard. There are crow’s-feet lines around the edges of her eyes, laugh lines around her mouth, age settling in around her jaw and the line of her neck. 

She looks up at him, flashing eyes that burn with hatred, but Owen only smiles back at her. She was probably pretty - she still could be, there are treatments to take care of those wrinkles, to smooth away the lines and to plump up those thinning lips. 

He gets the sense, though, that being pretty is the least of this woman’s interests in life. 

What does Vince see in her, anyway?

He slides a piece of paper across the table, and he watches her eyes flicker down to it and then back up again. “He’s giving me an-… an address,” She says, voice quiet and calm. Her eyes narrow as Owen gestures, and she adds, “He-… wants you to write it down.”

“Why can’t he speak for himself?” 

Kauri’s voice is wavering, but audible, and Owen feels saliva flood his mouth at the sound. He’s been looking for his beautiful little whore for so long, and here he is, close enough to hear, not yet close enough to touch. 

Natalie Yoder looks at him, waiting, but Owen only shakes his head. “I-I don’t know, but he won’t. He’s shaking his head. Um, do you have-… something to write with-”

“Antoni is getting something,” Kauri says. There’s a silence, heavy with weight and meaning, that stretches out between them all. Owen has always thought people who got more than one pet were idiots taking on too much responsibility, but he gets it now - the idea of so many people dancing to his tune, taking his direction so the scene plays out as planned, yeah. It’s as much fun to do this in a house as it would be on set. 

Natalie Yoder licks her lips. “Kauri, is Keira there?”

“Always,” Kauri answers. Owen’s eyebrows furrow at he listens to an odd clicking sound, mechanical. He mouths who’s keira but Natalie Yoder isn’t looking at him. 

That name’s familiar, right? Has he heard that name before?

“Good. Okay, glad you have her with you. You and she have always been hand in hand.” There’s an odd emphasis to those last three words. Owen doesn’t like that, he doesn’t like that at all.

He leans forward, and smacks his hand into the tabletop. Natalie Yoder jumps in surprise, then glares at him. Her hair falls in her face and he thinks, briefly, of Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween’s most recent movie, the older woman steeled with hatred. 

Jamie Lee worked with Owen, once, on a documentary she narrated. He heard later on she thought he was too exacting for too little in results, but whatever, the movie did well and made money. 

He mouths don’t use fucking code, and Natalie Yoder rolls her eyes at him, as if she’s not afraid at all.

Bitch.

Kauri is quiet for a second, but then he just says, “I’ve got the pen and paper. Antoni’s going to write it for me, my-… my hands won’t hold anything right now. I can’t see… words.”

Those hands must be shaking, Owen thinks, and smiles. Good. They should be shaking, Kauri ran away from him and thought he could just… stay gone, and now he’s going to learn that it doesn’t fucking work that way. 

Natalie Yoder reads out the address piece by piece, slowly, checking to make sure they’ve taken it down accurately. At the end, she reads the time, too. “Kauri, honey-”

Owen leans over. For the first time, he speaks, exactly as planned.

“You have fifteen hours before our meeting time,” He says, keeping his voice low. “Then I had best see you there alone, Kor-Bore, or you don’t see Ms. Yoder or the little pitbull she brought with her again.”

“If I meet you-” Kauri stops, and there’s a pause. Then he tries again. “If I meet you, you’ll take me. I won’t s-see her again anyway.”

“No, that’s true, you’re right. But, hey, look.” Owen tips his head to one side. “Don’t you want the dicks you’ve been riding to get the chance to see her again, at least? You being a little slut passing yourself around shouldn’t mean anyone has to die foryou, right? I mean, you’re not worth that, are you?”

Another pause. Sounds in the background, a low deep voice spitting invective, just far enough away that Owen can’t understand what he’s saying. He grins, knowing someone over there is nice and pissed off and can’t do a fucking thing about it. 

Finally, Kauri comes back on the line. “I’ll be there, Owen.”

“Don’t you mean Mr.-”

“No. I don’t. Not yet.” 

Kauri hangs up.

Continuar lendo

Owen wonders why he didn’t just… untie that.

Maybe he can’t.

Like… psychologically.

That’s fun.

Owen is a sick, sick man…

Vince doesn’t have to last more than a few days, really.

Oh damn… Ok, we always knew he would end up killing Vince nad Kauri eventually, but the fact that it’s his intentionnow??

“I hope you know… What I’m going to do to him, baby? How I’m going to get Kauri on my dick and then slit his fucking throat while you watch?”

“It’s going to be all your fucking fault.”

Jesus Christ!

Wow, ok, you were right this one is fucking intense. Something about seeing things through Owen’s eyes when he’s this fucking gone is just so very disturbing. Wow, what a chapter, I swear to God!