I read somewhere that trying to get a grown up to wear a condom was like trying to convince a toddler to eat their veggies-- lots of excuses, fake crying and a lot of tantrums. 'I don't wanna' stomping their feet all over. I just never imagined Cyrus would be so averse to it. After we stepped out of the hospital, our samples taken and everything done, we were ready to go home. Cyrus was storming towards his car with an attitude and I followed quietly, watching him and trying to think like a fool. He suddenly paused, hands on his waist as he threw his head back to breath loudly . "Fuck!" We were handed free packs of condoms and the nurse did so while still looking at me like I wouldn't be able to hold it in and would jump on Cyrus the minute we stepped out of there. He turned around, a glare still on his face, "No." Goodness! Here we go again. "It's just a condom. It's not that deep, Cyrus. It's not like I'm asking for your soul." "Jokes on you! I don't have a soul! I like it ra
CYRUS “Fucking self righteous bastard!” I cursed as I drove out of the hospital that night, glancing at my rearview mirror as he had his jaw hanging loose. Served him fucking right! Cross was full of shit and he didn't even know it. I fished out the condoms and threw the bloody thing out the window. A condom, really? Of all the things to give a god of lust, it was a condom? “Ha!” I scoffed, gripping the wheels. I could decide to wear them but I hated the feeling of the latex when I was inside doing my thing. While all I needed to do was focus on the sexual energies being released, the human part of me could feel a slight difference wearing the damn thing. I got home really quick, not bothering to spare Cross a thought as to whether or not he got home safe— it wasn't any of my business. Since he ran his mouth so much like he knew a lot, then he must be so grown up to think himself out of any situation. The automatic gate doors slid open and I drove in. Stepping out, I matched ri
CROSS “Damian, honey, why didn't you tell me your friend was visiting today? I could've prepared better, you know?” My mother beamed at the spawn of the devil as she ushered him in, welcoming him with a smile. I stood by the door, pissed beyond measures as I watched Cyrus muster all his pretense to smile politely and act like he wasn't trying to fuck my mother's favourite son-- me! “Thank you, ma'am. That's very kind of you,” he lifted his eyes to me, smiling like there was nothing I could do about it. I clenched my fists by my side, bubbling with anger. “Such a fine young man,” my mother complimented non stop. “What would you like to drink, dear? You already look energized this morning. Coffee could make you spiral out of control.” He laughed heartily, his cheeks staining with a blush. Was he blushing for her? He better not be trying to extend his curse to her! “You're right. I will uhm… have any of Damian's favourites.” I found myself growling, glaring at his smile while my
CYRUSI spent the whole day pissing Cross off with nothing but my presence and his mom was an absolute sweetheart. She pinched his cheek whenever she could, took pictures with me, grinning really hard— the poor woman was just excited that her sore loser son finally had some company.I knew Cross was a loner but enough to make his own mother wish he was rebellious— now that was some extra points for him.At the end of the day, I had filled my Instagram with photos of the shop and I knew it would pull enough people.Why did I do this? Because I wanted to drill it into Cross's thick skull that if he thought he could get rid of me, he had to think again.His mom's coffee shop was cozy and I enjoyed the peace and quiet— sure it needed more people to keep the business running smoothly but left for me, I could walk in here and buy the whole place for the whole day.I mean my dad didn't just spend his years fucking around like a damn church rat. It's like saying vampires lived so long and cou
CROSS "Are we shopping for jeans, shoes or T-shirts?" Bryan moved his mouth again but this time, his words actually came through. I had been struggling to understand his sentences for a while now, being that my thoughts were clouded with someone else… god! I was ashamed to even admit that to myself. Note to self; keep Cyrus at arms length. That boy was not to come anywhere near my body. It was a battle last night and I almost lost. My whole body was twitching for him. That kiss was mind-blowing. Were we supposed to kiss like that? We weren't even worth being tagged ‘friends with benefits’. Only lovers shared a kiss— Cyrus and I were far from being lovers. “Anything,” I replied just as his girlfriend walked up to us. I narrowed my eyes when she glared at me as she kissed him. She had texted me this morning to keep my mouth shut and mind my business. As if I wasn't already going to do that. Bryan would never be able to handle the breakup well. He loved Cindy way too much for his o
CROSSI never thought I could see Cyrus so tense, so frightened and so shocked. He looked at me gaping in horror like I'd just said the worst and the next minute, he was walking out of the stall and out of the restroom. Who knew it would take a threat like that to get Cyrus off my back? I was still hard but the satisfaction that I got the last word was enough for me to sober up.I took some breathing exercise to calm down my dick before walking out of the stall-- I froze when I saw a man gazing at me in the mirror. Fuck! He saw Cyrus walk out too, didn't he?Not bothering to wash my hands, I rushed out of there, almost bumping into Bryan."Chill out, dude. What's the rush?" he let go of my shoulders as I steadied myself. "I thought you left or something. I tried calling."I slapped around my pocket for my phone and fished it out, checking the two missed calls. "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear it ring." or feel it. I was ashamed to admit that Cyrus was all I could think of back there."Okay.
CROSS "I'm leaving," Bryan jumped to his feet just as the two returned with drinks. "What? We kinda just got here," Cindy protested weakly but Brayan wasn't having it. He picked up his phone fast, bounced out of the chair like it would swallow him in the next second and grabbed his drink. "Did you pay for it or he did?" He opened his wallet quickly. "Don't worry, I got it," Cyrus said, just about to sit beside me when Bryan flung a twenty dollar bill his way, not caring where it landed, he grabbed Cindy and pulled her off. "H-Hey!" she tried to resist but he wasn't having it. I watched him drag her across the mall, heading outside the doors. "It was actually thirty but okay," Cyrus glanced at me, the glare easing off his eyes as he took a seat. "What did you do to piss him off?" "Nothing," I grabbed my drink and took a sip, enjoying the delicious creamy flavor and trying to put behind Bryan's attitude. He'd come around sooner than later. He always had mood swings every once in a
CYRUS “Hey, babe,” Patricia swung her hips as she walked over with her goons by her side. She leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, making sure to wipe her gloss away after. “You didn't tell me you'll be here,” she said sweetly and occupied Cross’s seat. She looked so small in it, compared to his wide frame. They were technically almost the same height. “I don't particularly tell you my whereabouts, Patricia,” her eyes moved around the table with a visible disgust on her face before she shuddered and turned to me. “True. We're dating, remember?” She asked calmly, more like stated and wanted me to know. “Correction, you're dating me.” She picked up my drink— stole it and snagged a sip, making sure to stick her tongue out and swirl it around the straw. She kept a strong eye contact. “Hmm… that's not what everyone thinks,” I pictured Cross doing that instead, for some reason. He'd look so awkward yet the thought brought a smile to my lips. “Do me a favor and don't hang out wit
CYRUSI glanced at my watch again, time seemed to have stopped. "Is anyone else's watch stuck? Cause I think mine is. It's been three-thirty p.m for like one hour now."Jamal and Caleb groaned, throwing the books over their faces where they sat in front of me."Can you stop? It's torture trying to study with you," Hakeem grumbled beside me. "You've been saying that every second.""Well, I don't like study groups. I don't even want to be here," I hissed, looking at my teammates scattered in all corners of the room. We were forced into this hellhole by coach. His way of making sure our grades didn't drop.How thoughtful but also a waste of time."Nor I, but we have to suck it up," he grunted. "I'd rather be sucking Anna's face now that her parents are on a vacation.""You're still with her?" Jamal asked. "I thought you said you were done.”He rolled his eyes, "None of your business. She’s the one of the very few who's less interested in Cyrus, she's a keeper."The others nodded while I
CROSS I walked back into the room with two cups of hot chocolate. Cyrus was still lying face down at one corner of the bed, sulking. I shook my head slightly as I placed the cups down and climbed over to where he laid, waiting for him to move but remained stubbornly. A beautiful tattoo of a butterfly sat in the middle of his lower back. How come I'd never noticed it? His shoulders shuddered in a heavy breath. "Cyrus, come on. I made hot chocolate." He grumbled something, bringing a smile to my lips but I wiped it off my face before he could pull another tantrum. I was completely sober now. Who wouldn't be after that crazy remark about his dick dying? "Will you please just turn around and let's talk about it?" And what the heck all that was just a minute ago? That beast that looked right back at me-- I knew it wasn't him, so what was it? He said nothing for a long time and I wondered if he dozed off on me but he suddenly grumbled, "No. I don't want to talk about anything. Go
CROSS The clock ticked down to the hours and each tick registered loudly in my mind. I laid on his bed with one arm draped over my face, shielding the light from my eyes.How long have I been lying here?There was a knock on the door and Cyrus had to leave to join the others-- they'd be leaving in an hour-- if it wasn't already time for them to leave.When I told him I was staying over, his face was priceless, a sight to behold. He was genuinely happy and it cleared every doubt from my mind.I turned to lay on my side, eyes still closed but brows drawn in worry.What was that question all about?"ugh!" I groaned and sat up quickly-- too quick! I almost puked. The dizziness was bearable now and I'd already called and sent my mom the pictures she needed.My phone vibrated with a notification and I picked it up. It was from her.Mom: Got it! And I'll pretend not to see that bottle of wine in the corner, Damian. Remember, at the slightest discomfort I'm picking you up Got it. Got it. Sh
CROSS Mom sold me out quickly. “Cyrus? Sure, honey. I'm glad you're making more friends and he seems like a really nice guy. You're not being pressured to go, are you?” She asked, wanting to make sure but the joy on her face was undeniable. She was happy for me. I should feel pathetic that my mother would think this way about me making friends but… it's Cyrus, not Bryan this time. It's him. “I want to be there,” I declared then hurried upstairs to carefully select my outfit, take a shower, brush my teeth– I did all of these with so much excitement in my veins, you'd think I was an escort finally being set up with his crush. I took a few light books, glanced in the direction of the toys and the lube I had safely tucked away and sucked my lip between my teeth. It's today. I looked at my phone nervously then just grabbed one of the lubes and threw it in. Whatever. It's not like I was… I mean I wasn't planning on– “Shit.” Maybe, I was. I chewed my nails nervously, pacing back and
CROSS I've never wanted to be touched so bad. I went from riding with disgust to actually craving his touch. What scared me was the fact that I knew it wasn't entirely his lust controlling me-- it wasn't his lust at all. As his tongue skillfully explored my mouth, I surrendered to every wave of passion he commanded from me. My hands unhook the seat belt, giving myself more freedom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling more connected than ever. His gentle but firm hold on my waist drove me crazy. Slowly, he became my air, my next breath, my source of breathing. Fuck! This was too much. I knew he felt it too and that caused my heart to pound a little faster. Desire moved inside me. Kissing was an art and Cyrus was its master. This was nothing like all our kisses before. Why did my heart feel so heavy and full? Suddenly, I needed air. I felt like I was drowning, running out of breath. As much as he gave me air, he took it away. "Fuck," he mumbled across my lips, pulling my
CYRUSI didn't need to call my mom this time, I just knew I fucked up. It was the long inhale of patience and calm he breathed in, then the fury he exhaled slowly. The knot in my belly returned and I found myself praying to a God whom I didn't even know.Just this once and I'll learn some manners."Are you fucking insane right now?" I commended his calmness, glanced at him and saw fury like lava dancing in his orbs.Why did I think he was powerless again? Cross could sink my body with one word and glare.My grip tightened on the wheels as I pierced my gaze on the road, "My teammates are hanging out at my place tonight. You're invited.""Now why the hell do you think I'd say yes, huh?"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! I'm such a fool! Why did I think he'd say yes? Just because he wasn't glaring didn't mean he wasn't pissed. Ugh! Should've just said sorry. Was it too late to back up, rewind and apologize or do I keep up with the attitude of a prick?I took a second hard swallow before I mustered th
CYRUS“So now I feel like there's a hand gripping my chest. It hurts, mom. Am I cursed? Am I going to die? Dad's books didn't say anything about the curse of a mate. What if it's incurable?” The more I spoke, the more my heart hammered like a paid actor.I was at the rooftop trying to get a diagnosis for my situation.“I can't believe you pulled me out of my favorite show for this,” she sighed over the phone.“I'm in a dilemma here,” I frowned. “What's more important than attending to your son?”“Oh Jesus,” I imagined her rubbing her temples trying to soothe her burning anger.“You don't even know that man-”“Cyrus, how the fuck are you this clueless?” She groaned. “That's guilt, you imbecile! You're feeling guilty! Take responsibility for your actions!”I pulled the phone away to escape her deafening yell. Guilt and I could never be put in the same sentence. “That can't be right. That's impossible. I did nothing wrong.”“I'm not about to listen to my son yap about how he didn't just
CROSS Search "a fool" on the net and I bet I'd show up as the perfect example. Jesus! Cyrus dressed me up as a clown each step of the way and I let him. When did I become so stupid? ‘He wouldn't do that to me?’ yeah right. Just because he wanted in my pants and held me all through the night, didn't mean he cared an iota about me. He was a predator! Repeat after me Damian Cross! That boy is a predator and he's never going to change. I wasn't asking for much. What's someone his age gotta do to earn a little respect— just a speck of it? I survived my classes absentmindedly, frowning at everyone that no one dared to approach me. By the end of class, I was rushing out before Jake could make a quick stop to my desk. As if that wasn't bad enough, I was walking around with a stiff dick, carrying the hurt of my body's betrayal. Someone needed to teach Cyrus some manners and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. Heck, I'm his freaking age! Why wasn't this basic information? I was deepl
CYRUS I don't miss. I never miss. If it's aimed at you, it's sure as hell getting to you.So why the heck did the ball grow its own balls and go directly to that pest who wouldn't keep his touchy hands to himself? Oh shit. Maybe that's why.I was still struggling to understand Cross’s reaction in the locker room— there was a strange twist in my chest. Seriously, I couldn't understand it.It had to be the way he looked at me; the fright on his face, the words he said, I was nothing like my sister and I knew this.Heck, if I was, I would have done what I wanted last night. Not like I was asking for credit for not acting like the beast. It was simply impossible to sleep next to him with all of that scent in the air— oh fuck!Ah, shit! There it was again— that annoying, stupid feeling in my chest. Guilt? No. Never. Even though it felt like I did something I shouldn't have, I knew it was just all in my head. He reeked of lust. How was I supposed to know he wasn't interested?I was going