"Can't stand to see me winning." Kristina said, coming out into the cool night air to brag.
"Always jealous that daddy favours me more than you. And now you can't stand to see that I have this under my belt."
"Under your belt? I don't know how you can brag about success when everything was even given to you. Father knew I wanted CC Inc. He knew I was planning to buy it and stole it from me to give it to the likes of you."
"The likes of-"
"You know nothing about running a business. It's funny how you say I am the jealous one when everything I have and do, you just have to do it bigger or get something better. Well, sister, good luck with your new endeavours."
"Wait, that's it?"
"Yes, you disgusting troll, I can't believe I shared the same womb as you. I should have eaten you when I had the chance."
"Listen-"
"No, you listen you spoilt brat-"
Kristina threw her drink in Kristoff's face before he could get the rest
Kristoff pounded impatiently at Chance's apartment door. The door directly across from Chance swung open, with a miserable face appearing. The fat man in a grey shirt, with ketchup stain and other stains, frowned then opened his man, causing his forgotten cigarette to fall out. "Keep it down will ya!" The man yelled. ''Maybe if you were minding your own business, you wouldn't have a problem with me being here.'' "Its two am in the God-damn morning, some of us need our sleep.'' ''''Well go sleep then.'' ''We all have rights in this country.'' Kristoff flipped the bird, the angry man slammed his door. Leaving Kristoff to wonder how someone like him got an apartment in a place like this. It was a pristine place, with a high selling price. Then again, Kristoff had learnt from Chance to not judge anyone. But, at the same time, of all the fifteen people that lived in the apartment, he was the one to find a problem.
Malcom sat in his car, on the curb, waiting for Kristoff to leave so he could go have a word with Chance. But with each time the entrance door opened up, it was either a delivery person or someone that lived there.Then he finally left, and immediately Malcom drove up with his unmarked car to take Kristoff’s spot.The buzzer at the front entrance to the apartment where Chance lived went off. It buzzed three times, signalling that someone wanted to either speak with him or come up."Hello?" Chance pressed the receiver button."Is this Chance?" The male voice asked."Who is this?""A friend."Chance scoffed into the speaker."It's Malcom, Kristoff's best friend.""He isn't here.""I know that. Can I come up? I wish to speak with you."Chance thought for a while, before pressing the button to allow Malcom inside."Nice place." Malcom said, while looking around the place."What do I owe the
"And that's what happened." Chance finished, then took a sip from his green tea.He watched the look on Kristoff's face. Who was too stunned to speak. He wished he hadn't asked Chance what had happened with him and Malcom. Now he was afraid that Chance would leave him."What happened between you and Malcom?""History.""I want to know if this guy thinks you can come between us.""Us?""Yes Us, Kris, I wouldn't want Malcom to come between us. He is only using you and I wish you could see that.""I do see it. Hence why when I went to the club with him when we came back from Columbia, I ended it with him. Though he threatened to out me as gay, he has no evidence but I have quite a few dirt on him.""No wonder why he came here.""Never expected him to."Kristoff wiped at his mouth, getting rid of the crumbs from the steamed bun."Are you sure you want to hear what happened between Malcom and I?""Sure."
After being roommates for two weeks, Kristoff actually found himself talking to Malcom more and more.Malcom never spoke about his life on the outside, and neither did he."What are you going to do when you get out?" Malcom asked, laying on the ground and playing with a football."Go to college and start my own business. What about you?""You know, maybe become a kingpin. Fuck bitches or become a rapper."Kristoff scoffed."You find that funny?""No, but you must have a plan. This is reform school, you have to come out better than you came in.""Do you really believe that? Because I don't see that happening. Just these rich kids going back home to inherit things, and continue being the counts they are.""Not me though.""You never told me why you were here." Malcom sat up."My father hates me, he blames me for everything that goes wrong.""Well, I guess I'm better off. I never knew my father."
For months, the two have been having a secret relationship, with both not able to keep their hands off the other while in the room or alone.Kristoff arched his back as Malcom had his head in his lip, working his magical tongue.When the door to the library opened and closed, Kristoff tried to push Malcom away before anyone could catch them in the act.But no one came around the corner, so the two continued until Kristoff bust off in his mouth."Where did you learn to do things like this?" Kristoff asked, buttoning his pants."My mother is a whore. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment and she was shy about bringing different men home. Some would tell me to do the things she did whenever she wasn't around.""That's disgusting." Kristoff said."Nah, besides. Your virgin ass wouldn’t have known what a blow job felt like if I hadn't come along.""I'm sure that in due time a female would have come along."Malcom gave a l
Just like Kristoff, Chance said nothing after Kristoff told him about his and Malcom's history.All he did was stare at him for a while.''Yes, I know. Fucked up, I allowed himself to be turned out by some- I can't even blame him, it has to do with me as much as it has to do with him."Kristoff paused."We both were damaged, him dealing with the shit he saw his mother do and then losing her and me being naïve. Maybe if I hadn’t initiated the first move, or made him think it was ok to come onto me and do all those things."Chance place a hand on Kristoff's thigh. "You couldn't have known that it would come to this. You were simply experimenting. Young, and tried to get away, but he used your past to hold you captive time and time again."Kristoff looked up at Chance. "I'm not too worried though, Malcom doesn't have the guts to bring this to the media.""Are you such?""If he outs me, he risks outing himself. Besides,
After a long while of silent and both men coming out of their sexual high, Kristoff was the one to speak first. He rolled to his side to face Chance, then kissed his nose."So, I know that you are the Alpha/Dominant male and all, but you should be bottom every once in a while You know, make this a versatile thing." Kristoff said.Chance thought for a while, "umm. Nah. There will be no flip-fucking.""How come on? You can't expect me to be on the receiving end all the while. Now do you?" Kristoff complained.''I'm dominant, you're submissive and that's that.''''But I want to be between your ass too.''"I'll think about." Chance replied, but deep down he knew there was nothing to think to do. He had thought about it a lot already and he had already decided that he would always be on top and would never allow Kristoff to penetrate him.''Such a hardass.''Chance pressed a hard kiss to Kristoff's lips. “Stop thinking so hard
"The laundry mat? So you really don't have anyone washing for you?'"No. I wash my own clothes.''"By hand?''"No, my foot.''''How?''Chance glanced at Kristoff over the top of a jeans pants.''You can be so dumb sometimes.""I don't know how these things work. I mean, I thought you had someone doing it for you or a robot at least.''Chance shook his head, ''so clueless.''Chance told Kristoff to hold the door as he walked through it with the laundry basket. Kristoff slapped his ass on his way out.''I love to see your ass in tight jeans.''"Pervert.'' Chance said over his shoulder.''Only for you.''"How far is this place, anyway?'' Kristoff asked when Chance pushed the button to the ground floor.''Just across the road.''When the two got there, only two people were doing either loading or unloading the machines.''That's it?''''Yes.'' Chance place the basket do