"I see you've finally gone crazy," Aiden said as he left the dining table.Brittany's smile broadened as she glanced between the two of them. "Since you're both here, why not sit down for breakfast?" she suggested."I'm not hungry," Tristan and Aiden responded in unison, causing Brittany to fall silent, the smile gradually slipping from her face."I... I've never seen you two talk like this before. I thought maybe you were finally getting along...""We're not," they both replied in unison again, further irritating Aiden as he began making his way out of the room."Aiden..." his father called after him, but Aiden didn’t stop or look back."Good morning, Sir," Tristan greeted politely, before heading out of the house."Honey, you haven’t even..." Brittany started, her voice dropping, "had breakfast yet," she finished in a soft whisper."Is everything alright?" Andrew asked as he approached his wife, who offered a small smile in response."Actually, it’s a good sign..." she said, causing
Aiden froze as Tristan's words hit him like a punch to the gut. His mind went blank, except for the echo of those cruel words—a word his mother had constantly used on him, a word that had almost driven him to take his own life. A word that was a part of the past he desperately wanted to forget. A past that haunted him then, and still haunted him now.Tristan had just opened the door for those nightmares to resurface.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Tristan stared at Aiden, whose eyes were red with emotion. He could see the hurt in Aiden’s eyes, and his own widened slightly as if realizing he’d crossed a line. Yet, he didn’t take back his words, as he silently watched Aiden clenched his fists.Aiden slowly stood up, his face pale and his eyes burning.“Screw you,” he gritted out before storming out of the library, trying to keep himself from losing his mind entirely.Tristan remained where he was, watching Aiden walk away until he disappeared through the doors. Guilt gnawed at him
Tristan’s eyes were still wide open, and for a moment, he considered leaving Aiden by the roadside. But he took a deep breath, reminding himself that Aiden hadn’t done this on purpose—he was drunk. Despite his frustration, Tristan decided to help him get home. He flagged down a cab, and they got in. After telling the driver their destination, Tristan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as the ride began. ****** With his arm tightly wrapped around Aiden’s waist, Tristan struggled to get the drunk Aiden to their dorm. The distance felt like miles and he was beyond frustrated. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his night, but here he was, taking care of a drunk Aiden, who would probably throw a fit if he remembered who brought him home. Tristan’s thoughts drifted to the memory of their lips brushing, and he sighed in annoyance. He wasn’t going to let Aiden use that incident against him. After all, Aiden was the one who had gotten drunk and acted without thinking. As Aiden le
Thirty minutes had passed, and no one had spoken to Aiden, who seemed distant. His friends were hesitant to ask him anything because they knew he wouldn’t share what he didn’t want them to know. But his constant sighs and murmurs made them worry, so they decided to ask. "Why are you muttering to yourself? Did something happen?" Troy finally asked, sitting beside Aiden, who continued to stare blankly into space. "Is that even possible?" Aiden replied, confusing Troy even more. "What's going on, mate? What do you think isn’t possible?" Jefferson asked, sitting across from Aiden, leaning his elbow on the table in front of him, his backpack slung over his shoulder. Aiden suddenly stood up, as if something had just clicked in his mind. "I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? I need to go home. I need to get drunk. Maybe smoke some cigarettes... or something stronger. Honestly, I could really use some hard drugs." "Are you out of your mind?" Jefferson exclaimed, jabbing him with his finger.
Aiden stumbled home, slightly tipsy, clutching a bottle of beer in his hand. As he entered the room, he sank down onto Tristan's desk chair, taking another swig from the bottle. He couldn't stop thinking about the brief kiss during the dare game, and it was frustrating because it felt like he wanted more.Each gulp he took was a futile attempt to drown out the memory. The sound of running water from the bathroom told him that Tristan was showering. The same guy he claimed to hate... and crazily, the same guy he now longed for. It made no sense, and it tore at him. As far as he knew, he wasn’t gay. Then why was he suddenly craving another guy's lips? How could they be so... soft?He tried to focus on something... anything... to distract himself, but his mind kept circling back to the kiss.He swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the closed bathroom door. He took another gulp of the bitter liquid, convincing himself it had to be the alcohol messing with his head. The real him wouldn’t be th
Aiden pushed open the door to Miss Brianna's office without knocking or waiting for an invitation. She had called for him, so he assumed she was expecting him. He was ready to be all impolite and messy, really. The moment he stepped into the office, her disapproving frown appeared as soon as she saw it was him. This only fueled the amusement bubbling under his calm expression. He took his time strolling in, then sank into the chair in front of her desk, without a care in the world. "You called me," he said, not bothering with any greeting. Right now, he didn’t see her as his lecturer, just Brianna—the girl who was really getting on his nerves. “Aiden,” she said sharply, sitting up straighter and narrowing her eyes. "Did you leave your manners at home, huh?" she asked, somewhat frustrated but Aiden didn't care about how she felt. He didn’t also flinch at her raised tone. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, arms lazily place over the desk as he watched her. "Yeah," he replied wi
Aiden walked into the classroom a few minutes after the incident, and Sam barely gave him a moment to settle before speaking up."So… was Tristan's ass soft?" he asked. Aiden shot him a glare as he dropped his backpack onto the desk with a thud. That was the last question he wanted to answer; just thinking about the incident made him mad."Did you apologize?" Kai asked, taking a seat across from him."Why should I apologize when he’s the one who should’ve moved?" Aiden replied. Colby raised an eyebrow and laughed loudly.“It must have been hilarious. I can’t believe I missed a sight like that,” he added, still chuckling, but Aiden chose to ignore him.Aiden realized there was no point in trying to defend himself or explain his actions, so he stayed silent, watching his friends annoy him with their teasing. He decided to let their banter slide; it wasn’t anything new."Instead of apologizing, why did you tell him to ‘watch where he was going’? That’s… kinda harsh, don’t you think? You
"Or would you prefer we just have sex right here?" he asked, and the girl who had posed the question took a step back.But his sudden outburst only seemed to encourage the hushed whispers and curious glances from their classmates. The amused, surprised looks on their faces made his anger flare even more. He muttered a few curses under his breath, trying to ignore the glances and suppressed laughter."Aiden’s lost it. He’s officially gone crazy," Kai chuckled.Troy, on the other hand, looked away, wishing he could vanish on the spot.The counselor’s advice had already left him restless, but this accidental moment with Aiden had thrown everything back into chaos. His heart pounded, his mind replaying their brief kiss and making things worse. He couldn't deny that it had felt... good.He swallowed hard, embarrassment and guilt washing over him as he realized the mess he had unintentionally created for Aiden.Aiden noticed Troy's distant gaze and walked over to him."Let’s get out of here
Troy’s hand trailed down, gripping Eric's d*ck through his trousers. The unexpected touch drew a sharp, shuddering gasp from Eric, his body betraying him as a throaty groan escaped his lips.Troy didn’t stop the intense kiss until Eric finally pulled away, gasping for air as he tried to steady his breath; Troy's kiss had left him completely breathless. It took every ounce of willpower Eric had to break free and resist Troy’s captivating charm.To Troy’s surprise, Eric’s reaction didn’t anger him. Instead, he chuckled, his gaze never leaving Eric’s face, and a playful smile on his face.“I’m impressed you could resist me,” Troy said, his tone light and teasing.“But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. Giving up isn’t even on my agenda. I won’t stop until you agree to date me and become mine. That’s a promise... So just sit back and watch.” Troy declared with a grin as he turned to leave the room, pausing at the door with a confident smile.“Goodnight,” he called out before finally walking
“Let’s become lovers,” he said, his gaze locked on Tristan’s.Tristan blinked quickly, unsure if he’d heard correctly. He thought Aiden had been mad at him earlier since Aiden had left without saying anything, and now this sudden confession? It puzzled him.His lips parted as though to speak, but no words came out.Aiden didn’t wait for him to reply. He stepped even closer, as if he wanted to enter Tristan's body, his breath warm against Tristan's face as his gaze flickered to his lips. Those lips... He could easily imagine a life spent waking up to kiss them every day.“Let’s start with this…” Aiden murmured, leaning in to capture Tristan’s lips in a kiss.The kiss began gently, as if Aiden were savoring the flavor of Tristan's lips. Tristan froze for a moment, but soon he began to surrender to it, his heart racing wildly. He thought about pulling away for a brief moment, thought about saying something, but instead, he allowed himself to fully experience the moment. Deep down, he had
Without warning, Tristan learned in and pressed his lips softly to Aiden's, a kiss so sudden and gentle that froze Aiden in place. His body went rigid, his eyes wide in shock.Now what the hell was going?The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as though Tristan feared Aiden might push him away. But when Aiden didn’t move, didn’t resist, Tristan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to the back of Aiden’s neck to hold him close. Aiden’s initial shock gave way to something else, something that made his knees weak. His hands instinctively clutched the front of Tristan’s shirt, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, confusion, longing all collided in a way that left him breathless. Slowly, he shut his eyes and kissed Tristan back, though his pace was slower, hesitant. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The softness of Tristan’s lips, the faint floral scent of his breath—it felt like something he could get addicted to. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were gasping for
Troy adjusted his jacket one last time and nodded at his reflection in the mirror. His outfit was on point: blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a sleek leather jacket that fit him perfectly—just enough to turn heads.Running a hand through his dark hair, he made sure every strand was in place before flashing a small smile at his reflection. His fine features stared back at him, exuding confidence, or at least, that’s what he told himself. "You’ve got this," he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt so nervous.He was going to see Eric again, this time, as a surprise. It had been twelve days since they’d started seeing each other constantly, and Troy had to admit that Eric was a cool guy although he was annoying at times. Lately, Troy had found himself thinking about Eric more than he wanted to admit. There was something about Eric that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words. The pull was magnetic, almost addictive, and despite the confusi
The distance between Aiden and Tristan grew wider every day, like a river carving its way through the earth, impossible to cross. Each passing day, it felt as though Aiden was slipping further away, and no matter what Tristan did, he couldn’t close the gap. Tristan couldn’t believe how cold Aiden had become, not after how close they had been. Was this how deeply Aiden had been hurt when he rejected him? If so, Tristan thought bitterly, he was feeling the weight of that rejection even more now. Aiden had stopped coming to their shared dorm entirely. He stayed at his dad’s house, avoiding Tristan as much as possible. On campus, whenever their paths crossed, Aiden would immediately turn away and walk in a different direction, leaving Tristan standing there, frozen and helpless. It was as if Tristan didn’t exist anymore. Many times, Tristan wanted to confront him, to bridge the gap, but Aiden would vanish before he could say a word. They had become like fire and rain—impossible
Tristan sat on his bed, the faint glow of his phone casting shadows across his face in the dimly lit room. His fingers hovered over the screen, refreshing his messages over and over. Hours had passed since Aiden left with Serene to grab dinner. Surely, something would come through—a text, a call...anything to show that Aiden needed him. Maybe Serene couldn’t handle Aiden if he got drunk. Maybe Aiden would say something careless and start a fight. Maybe Aiden would remember he existed. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe. But nothing came. Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the bed. The thought of calling Aiden crossed his mind, but he dismissed it almost immediately. What would he even say? "Hey, are you okay?" God, it sounded ridiculous, even in his head. He got up and started pacing, running a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling—the knot in his chest, the gnawing need to know where Aiden was and what he was doing. Worse, he hated imagining Aiden smiling and laughing with Se
Troy and his friends sat in silence, their attention fixed on Aiden, who was engrossed in playing games on his phone."Something happened to you, didn’t it?" Colby asked. Though Aiden heard him, he didn’t respond."Let me guess—Tristan broke up with you," Kai said with a laugh. Aiden frowned, lowering his phone and shooting Kai a sharp glare. But the others didn’t take Kai’s words seriously."It’s not funny," Aiden muttered. His mind wandered back to the rejection. No matter how hard he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, he couldn’t fool himself.'That dimwit. What’s this sudden nonsense about me being his brother? He’s lost his mind,' Aiden thought bitterly. His friends exchanged glances, watching his expression shift repeatedly."But dude," Sam said quietly, breaking the silence, "what’s your relationship with Tristan? Are you two related or something?" His curious tone made the others lean in.Aiden looked at them one by one, their faces filled with anticipation. "Well..." He trailed
Aiden pushed the door open and stepped into the house, letting it swing shut behind him. He dropped his bag on the couch and ran a hand through his hair, clearly exhausted. Andrew, his father, sat at the dining table with a newspaper in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door closing, then folded the paper neatly and set it aside when he noticed it was Aiden who had come in. "You're home?" his dad asked, glancing briefly toward the door for any sign of Tristan. Seeing none, he turned his attention back to Aiden. "Did you come home alone?" he asked, his tone calm but curious. Aiden rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah. My so-called 'older brother' is on his way," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm as he made his way toward the stairs.Andrew raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching his son’s retreating back. For a moment, he considered pressing for more information but decided against it. Were the two boys starting to get along, or was this just another one of Aiden’s s
It was closing time, and the sun had already set by the time Aiden and Tristan began their walk back to the dorm. The air was cool, and the distant sounds of students chatting filled the campus. The earlier tension between them had melted away, replaced by an easy silence. Aiden stole occasional glances at Tristan, who walked beside him with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed posture, making it impossible for Aiden to stay irritated. Neither of them spoke much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. When they reached their dorm, the night passed uneventfully until they decided to study together. They sat at the desk, textbooks and notes spread between them. Tristan leaned forward, explaining a concept with his usual calm confidence. Aiden tried to listen, but his focus wasn’t on the words. His eyes kept drifting to Tristan’s face—the sharp jawline, the long lashes, the way his lips moved, the slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated. Aiden’s heart raced. The urge t