"Vacation home?" I repeated, the words feeling hollow in the face of such extravagant reality. "This… this is your vacation home?" My ideal apartment barely qualifies as a permanent residence, let alone a place to escape to.Julian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "One of them. I find the city stifling sometimes. I need space... and quiet." He glanced at me, his eyes intense. "And sometimes company."I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. "Right. Well, thanks for… inviting me."He took my hand again, his touch sending a surge of electricity through me. "Come. Let me show you around."The mansion was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all clean lines, glass walls, and open spaces. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating art pieces that probably cost more than my entire family’s net worth. We walked through the living room, which opened onto a massive terrace overlooking the ocean. The view was stunning – an endless expanse of turquoise water s
"Welcome," Julian had said, and welcome it was. The vacation home was a sprawling testament to wealth and impeccable taste, yet somehow, Julian made it feel like our space. We spent the afternoon exploring the island, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and lounging on the beach. It was almost too perfect, too idyllic. A nagging voice in the back of my head kept whispering that this couldn’t last, that I didn't deserve this. But for now, I pushed it down and enjoyed the moment.As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sky, music started drifting from the main house. Julian led me towards it, and as we got closer, I realized a party was in full swing. People I didn't recognize – beautiful, tanned, and effortlessly chic – milled around the pool, drinks in hand. My stomach clenched. This was unexpected."Don't worry," Julian murmured, sensing my apprehension. "They're just a few friends. Relax, have fun."He pulled me into the throng, introducing me to
The helicopter blades whirred to a stop, dust swirling around us as Julian helped me unbuckle. Stepping onto solid ground after a night at his ridiculously lavish vacation home felt surreal. The air, even in the city, had a crispness I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the change of scenery, or maybe it was the way Julian’s hand lingered a little too long on my lower back as he guided me towards the waiting car.The chauffeur, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, held the door open. Julian slid in after me, the leather of the seats cool against my skin. “As discussed, James,” he said, his voice a low rumble.We rode in comfortable silence, the city blurring past the tinted windows. I was still trying to process the weekend: the sprawling estate, the private beach, the way Julian had looked at me across the dinner table, a possessive glint in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine. My initial plan felt flimsy, almost childish, compared to the complex game I was now playing.The car p
I guess the sweetest thing about being Julian Davenport's sugar baby is having my sister come to my room, begging me to lend her my car. The audacity. It was dripping, practically pooling, on the Persian rug Julian had also gotten me yesterday. A rug, I might add, that was probably worth more than my parents’ entire house.Clara, bless her perfectly highlighted hair, was practically vibrating with desperation. “Liam, please. It’s just for a few hours. I need to go see…the Davenports. You know, my future in-laws.”I leaned back in my desk chair, the supple leather conforming to my spine. The new car smell, which I was already getting used to, wafted from the driveway, where my brand-new Porsche gleamed under the afternoon sun. It was a cruel, magnificent sight.“Oh, the Davenports?” I drawled, feigning ignorance. “Fancy that. And why exactly do you need my car, Clara? I thought you had…options.”Her face tightened, just a fraction, but enough for me to see the crack in her polished fac
The tires of my beat-up Corolla screeched slightly as I took the last turn, pulling into the pristine, almost offensively modern parking lot of Davenport Enterprises. A smirk played on my lips. "Let's see if Mr. Always-Too-Busy-For-Clara is too busy for a little unannounced visit from yours truly," I muttered to myself, cutting the engine.The audacity of it all made my heart pound a bit faster. I hadn't told Julian I was coming. Hell, I hadn't told anyone I was coming. Mom and Dad would have a conniption fit if they knew I was within a mile of Davenport Enterprises without Clara glued to my side, ready to snag a stray crumb of their fortune. Clara, well, she'd probably just cry. Again.The lobby was predictably sterile and imposing, all polished chrome and hushed tones. I swaggered up to the reception desk, trying to exude an air of confidence I definitely didn't feel. The receptionist, a woman whose face looked permanently sculpted into a polite frown, raised a perfectly shaped eyeb
The bubbles tickled my skin as I swirled the wine in my glass, the crimson liquid catching the light like a trapped sunset. Julian watched me from across the jacuzzi, his expression…intense. God, lately, everything had been intense. A whirlwind of places, faces, and shopping sprees that could make a Saudi prince blush. It was dizzying, intoxicating, and, if I was being honest, terrifying.“You’re quiet,” Julian said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the water."Just enjoying the…ambiance," I replied, forcing a nonchalant shrug. Ambiance, my ass. I was calculating just how much all this opulence was costing him, and how much larger the metaphorical bill I’d eventually present to the Moreau family would be.“Thinking about something specific, Liam?” He leaned forward, the water swirling around his sculpted chest. A chest that, I had to admit, I’d been getting rather familiar with lately.I took a long sip of wine. "Just wondering why you insisted on picking me up earlier. I
The champagne tickled my nose as I tilted the flute, watching the bubbles dance like tiny, reckless stars. First class. Of course. Only the best for the sugar baby of Clara Moreau’s fiancé. The irony tasted sweeter than the vintage.Below, the world shrunk, neatly packaged into squares of green and grey. I imagined Clara down there, probably at some society luncheon, meticulously maintaining her perfect facade. A pang, sharp and unfamiliar, pricked at my conscience. But I ruthlessly stamped it out. She had her ring, her social standing, her parents' unwavering adoration. I had… this. This gilded cage, this intoxicating game. And for now, it was more than enough.Julian sat beside me, a dark silhouette against the bright window. He was working, of course. Even at thirty thousand feet, the gears in his mind were relentlessly turning, calculating, strategizing. He hadn't said much since we boarded, just a curt "Make yourself comfortable, Liam," before burying himself in documents. But th
Liam spun, the silk of the bespoke suit Julian had chosen for him swirling around his legs. The color, a deep teal, was an audacious choice, one that Clara would have deemed "too much." But on him, under Julian's intense gaze, it felt… right. It felt like belonging. He caught Julian’s eye, a flicker of approval – or maybe something more – dancing in their depths."Well?" Liam asked, a carefully constructed nonchalance barely masking the tremor of anticipation in his voice. He needed this. He needed Julian's approval, a balm for the years of being overlooked.Julian rose from the plush armchair, his movements deliberate and unhurried, amplifying the tension in the room. He closed the distance between them, his presence a palpable force. Liam's breath hitched.Instead of a verbal response, Julian reached out, his thumb gently tracing the curve of Liam's cheekbone. The simple touch sent a jolt through Liam, short-circuiting his carefully constructed defenses. He leaned into the touch, cl
Twenty-five minutes later, the front door opened. Julian had been pacing nonstop. When he heard the door click, he turned immediately.Jasper walked in first. Liam followed, dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans, his expression unreadable.Julian’s eyes locked on Liam instantly, ignoring Jasper completely.“You can go,” Julian said to Jasper, his voice rough. “I want to speak to him. Alone.”Liam glanced at Jasper, but Jasper shook his head. “Not happening.”Julian laughed, a bitter sound. “Still protecting him? Since when did my twin brother become your knight?”Jasper crossed his arms. “Since you stopped deserving him.”Julian’s nostrils flared. “Get out.”Liam stepped forward. “If you have something to say, say it now. In front of both of us.”Julian’s eyes searched Liam’s. “So that’s it? You’re really with him?”Liam raised a brow. “Why does it matter?”“Because–” Julian stopped himself. “Because it just does.”“You don’t get to be jealous now,” Liam said, voice calm. “Not after
His cock harder and faster. Jasper used his hand to stroke Liam's cock while he was sucking it. Laim moaned even louder as he felt his orgasm was about to come. “Oh fuck! I’m cummmmmingg” Laim screamed out as he grabbed Jasper’s head and pushed it down to his crotch. Laim came hard inside Jasper’s mouth as Jasper quickly swallowed all his cum. After a while, Laim’s orgasm finally stopped and he let out a sigh of relief as Jasper licked his cock clean before letting it go. “Fuck! That was so good” Laim said as he was breathing heavily.“Yeah, I know,” Jasper replied as he moved up to kiss Laim. Laim kissed Jasper back and he could taste his own cum inside Jasper’s mouth. “You like it?” Jasper asked Laim. “I fucking love it” Laim replied and kissed Jasper again.Jasper and Laim got out of bed after a long session of hot sex, Jasper walked towards the bathroom, he could feel his cock getting hard again when he thought of Laim.“I thought you were tired?” Laim said from behind, he could s
“Jasper…” he cried out. “Oh god, I’m coming!”He arched off the bed, his body shaking with pleasure. Jasper continued to thrust, prolonging Liam’s orgasm. Then, with a guttural groan, he followed Liam over the edge, filling him with warmth.They collapsed together, hearts pounding. Jasper rolled to the side, pulling Liam into his arms.“That was…” Liam started, still breathless.“Incredible,” Jasper finished for him, kissing his forehead.They lay there for a long moment, catching their breath. Then Jasper pulled back, looking.Are you hungry?” he asked with a soft smile. “We never got to eat at the dinner.”Liam laughed. “You want to order takeout… now?”“Why not?” Jasper said, brushing hair from Liam’s forehead. “We have all night. And I plan to keep you very busy.”Liam’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Busy, huh?”“Oh yes,” Jasper said, trailing a hand down Liam’s chest. “Very, very busy.”He leaned in for another kiss, his body already stirring again. Liam melted into the kiss, hi
“Can we all stop this and let's behave civilized?” Julian said avoiding Liam's eyes and that of Jasper “I don't care but I know what love looks like,” Liam said, hurt obvious in his voice.Clara’s eyes flicked to Jasper and then back at Liam. “You think what you two have is love?”“I know it is,” Liam said softly.“We would be taking our leave.” They turned to go, Liam holding Jasper’s hand again.But Clara stood too. “Liam.”He turned.Clara looked him in the eye. “You’re going to regret this.”“I already regret not walking away from this family sooner,” Liam replied.Jasper and Liam turned together and walked out, heads held high.Outside, the air was cool. Jasper squeezed Liam’s shoulder.“You okay?” he asked.“I should be asking you that,” Liam said.Jasper gave him a small smile. “You handled that better than I expected.”“I just wanted to leave a mark,” Liam said. “And I think I did.”They got into the car. Jasper pulled out of the driveway, his hand resting on Liam’s thigh.“Y
They headed home to rest before the evening. Time passed quickly. The sun began to set, and the nerves started to creep in."Still want to do this?" Jasper asked.Liam nodded. "Let’s shake their perfect little world."That evening, they arrived at Jasper’s family home. The place looked grand, lights glowing warmly from inside. As they stepped through the door, the chatter in the dining room hushed.All eyes turned to them. Liam, hand in hand with Jasper, stood tall.Clara was the first to speak.“Liam? What are you doing here?” Clara's voice rang across the hall, loud and sharp.Liam stiffened.Jasper’s grip on Liam’s hand tightened just slightly, protective, steady.Julian, seated across the long dinner table, raised his eyes slowly. His gaze landed on Liam first, then drifted to where their hands were locked. His jaw clenched.Liam didn’t answer Clara right away. Instead, he gave her a small smile, then said calmly, “I was invited.”“Invited?” Clara scoffed. “By who? Certainly not b
"Please…" Laim begged, his voice echoing in the shower.Jasper finally withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Laim’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving Laim time to adjust."Oh god…" Laim moaned, his back arching. "You feel so good…"Jasper wrapped an arm around Laim’s waist, holding him steady. He started to move, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their heavy breathing filled the small shower."Harder…" Laim demanded, pushing back against Jasper.Jasper obliged, snapping his hips forward. Laim cried out, his fingers slipping on the wet tiles."Touch yourself," Jasper panted in his ear. "I want to feel you come around me."Liam did as he was told, reaching down to stroke his cock. Jasper’s thrusts grew more erratic, his control slipping."Fuck, Liam… I’m close…" Jasper growled."Me too…" Laim whined, his hand moving faster. "Oh god, Jasper, I’m–"He didn’t finish the sentence. His body tensed, and he
The morning sun streamed through the light curtains of Liam’s bedroom. The soft sound of birds outside mixed with the gentle rise and fall of breaths from the two men tangled under the sheets. Liam stirred first, shifting slightly, then settled again when he felt the warmth of Jasper's arm wrapped around him. He smiled faintly, feeling safe for the first time in a long while.Jasper’s phone buzzed from the nightstand. He reached over lazily, careful not to wake Liam. His eyes blinked sleepily as he read the message.Dad: "Dinner tonight at 7PM. Clara and her parents are coming. Time to sit down and discuss the wedding. Don't be late."Jasper sighed and turned to look at Liam, who was now awake and blinking at him."Morning," Liam whispered."Morning," Jasper replied, brushing a strand of hair from Liam’s face. "Got a message. You need to see this."He handed the phone over.Liam read it. His face changed. "Your family invited you to dinner with Clara and Julian? And my entire family"
"You okay?" he asked gently.Liam smiled, still dazed from pleasure. "More than okay," he replied. "Thank you."Jasper chuckled, pulling Laim into his arms. "Anytime." He said as he lifted him up and carried him to bed.He didn't leave. He stayed with Laim through the night, holding him close. They slept, woke up, and Laim made breakfast. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over them. It felt like a new beginning. And as they ate, Laim smiled."Thanks for last night," he said."No problem." Jasper smiled back.Liam reached for Jasper's hand, squeezing it gently. "For everything, really. You've been here for me.""Always."And for the first time since everything happened, Laim really felt like things might be okay. He looked at Jasper, seeing him in a new light. He wasn't just the person who brought him closer to Julian. He was someone who cared, someone who was there. And in that moment, Laim realized he might have real feelings for Jasper too.But he didn't say
Liam led Jasper to the bedroom, his body trembling under Jasper’s touch.Jasper undressed him slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. Liam arched under him, desperate for more.When Jasper finally entered him, it was slow. Gentle. Liam cried out, not from pain, but from relief.“Harder,” he breathed.Jasper moved faster, but he was careful, his eyes on Liam’s face, making sure he was okay.“I’m okay,” Liam said, pulling him closer. “Don’t hold back. Just…”Jasper understood.He moved faster. Harder. Liam gasped, his hands clutching at Jasper’s back.“Like this?” Jasper asked, his voice rough.“Yes,” Liam breathed. “Just like this.”Jasper held him close, thrusting deep, giving Liam everything he needed.Liam’s voice was a mix of moans and sobs, his body shuddering with pleasure.“You’re safe,” Jasper said into his ear. “I’ve got you.”Liam’s release came quick, his body tightening around Jasper, who soon followed.Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their ski