CROSS "Achoo!" I slammed my hand on the desk as the powerful sneeze squeezed out from me. Fuck! That's the third time all morning. Was someone plotting against me? "Bless you, Damian," Mr. Thompson, the English teacher, responded automatically. "You see that? Even he is allergic to this information!" Jake Miller yelled from the back and the others laughed. "I say we scrap Shakespeare and look at something modern and less complicated, teach!" These boys would do anything to get out of class. We were only about twenty minutes in. I sniffed, rubbing my nose to ease the itch and the next sneeze when I felt a sudden light thud at the back of my head, someone calling for my attention and I turned. "Hey, how do I say ' I'm hungry for something from my century' in Shakespeare's language?" Jake asked with his usual arrogance. "No throwing papers in my class. You're seniors and this is your last term in high school. What would the juniors think of you?" Mr. Thompson warned. "And focus on
CYRUS"Hey, Cyrus, are you even listening to me?" Hakeem yelled beside me, trying to gain my attention but the nerd on the dance floor already had it.I knew the lust in this damn place was too good to be true. It smelled all too familiar. Like someone I knew and toyed with, a toy I was having fun with. There he was, dancing with the blonde who was way too drunk and probably couldn’t tell her right from her left.Her body, however, flowed to the rhythm of the music, enchanting my little pet.Just look at him, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his hands and body were moving on their own. I bet he was so hard that one rub and he would cum right now."Cyrus," at Hakeem's warning tone, I turned my head to stare in his angry eyes. Why didn't I ever think he was good-looking too? Right, I wasn't gay. Cross was just a one time thing. A quick taste of that mate thing and I'm done."What was that again?" I leaned into him, keeping my eyes on the dancefloor and monitoring my peaches. He looked
CROSS A late night party, a nice stroll down the road trying to enjoy the breeze in my air and on my face but all of that was half the pleasure with the sound of his footsteps behind me. I had told him off a couple of times but he only threw a silly smile my way and said nothing. He circled the edges of my nerves, pushing me closer to snapping. I hated it. "I left pussy for you, Cross. Give me something,” Cyrus teased with a smirk in his voice. I liked him better with his mouth shut. "You're not planning on ignoring me all night, are you? It's a long way back to your house." There was no way Cyrus knew where I lived, right? Don’t ask, don’t ask. Ignore it and it'll all go away- Until he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pushing his face before mine with his wide eyes. "Don’t fucking ignore me!" He sneered at me, almost crushing my arm in his tight grip. My heart jumped from the shock and I shrugged him off. "What the fuck, man! Leave me alone. I didn't ask you to leave Patric
CROSS"Ugh!" Well, here we go again. I knew he wasn't going to like it but this was the only way anything could possibly happen between us.I squeezed my eyes tight as Cyrus groaned for the thirteenth time in a single second. "Are you fucking kidding me, Cross? A hospital?" he stretched his legs wide on the seat. "And why the fuck are you wearing a face mask?"Folding my arms, I leaned back on the seats, glancing around to make sure I didn’t draw any attention. "Because, I don’t want anyone from school to see us hanging out together."His brows jumped, "What?"Believe it or not, I didn't want to be associated with Cyrus. He may be my ticket to getting my one thousand subscribers and maybe even influence my way up the radio station in our school but there was always something off associated with him. I'd have to pay the price somehow.Rumours could spread-- ones that'd make me hang my head in shame. Hanging out with a sex god automatically puts you in the spotlight and I didn't want t
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
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 “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
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
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
CROSS"Ugh!" Well, here we go again. I knew he wasn't going to like it but this was the only way anything could possibly happen between us.I squeezed my eyes tight as Cyrus groaned for the thirteenth time in a single second. "Are you fucking kidding me, Cross? A hospital?" he stretched his legs wide on the seat. "And why the fuck are you wearing a face mask?"Folding my arms, I leaned back on the seats, glancing around to make sure I didn’t draw any attention. "Because, I don’t want anyone from school to see us hanging out together."His brows jumped, "What?"Believe it or not, I didn't want to be associated with Cyrus. He may be my ticket to getting my one thousand subscribers and maybe even influence my way up the radio station in our school but there was always something off associated with him. I'd have to pay the price somehow.Rumours could spread-- ones that'd make me hang my head in shame. Hanging out with a sex god automatically puts you in the spotlight and I didn't want t
CROSS A late night party, a nice stroll down the road trying to enjoy the breeze in my air and on my face but all of that was half the pleasure with the sound of his footsteps behind me. I had told him off a couple of times but he only threw a silly smile my way and said nothing. He circled the edges of my nerves, pushing me closer to snapping. I hated it. "I left pussy for you, Cross. Give me something,” Cyrus teased with a smirk in his voice. I liked him better with his mouth shut. "You're not planning on ignoring me all night, are you? It's a long way back to your house." There was no way Cyrus knew where I lived, right? Don’t ask, don’t ask. Ignore it and it'll all go away- Until he grabbed my arm and spun me around, pushing his face before mine with his wide eyes. "Don’t fucking ignore me!" He sneered at me, almost crushing my arm in his tight grip. My heart jumped from the shock and I shrugged him off. "What the fuck, man! Leave me alone. I didn't ask you to leave Patric
CYRUS"Hey, Cyrus, are you even listening to me?" Hakeem yelled beside me, trying to gain my attention but the nerd on the dance floor already had it.I knew the lust in this damn place was too good to be true. It smelled all too familiar. Like someone I knew and toyed with, a toy I was having fun with. There he was, dancing with the blonde who was way too drunk and probably couldn’t tell her right from her left.Her body, however, flowed to the rhythm of the music, enchanting my little pet.Just look at him, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his hands and body were moving on their own. I bet he was so hard that one rub and he would cum right now."Cyrus," at Hakeem's warning tone, I turned my head to stare in his angry eyes. Why didn't I ever think he was good-looking too? Right, I wasn't gay. Cross was just a one time thing. A quick taste of that mate thing and I'm done."What was that again?" I leaned into him, keeping my eyes on the dancefloor and monitoring my peaches. He looked
CROSS "Achoo!" I slammed my hand on the desk as the powerful sneeze squeezed out from me. Fuck! That's the third time all morning. Was someone plotting against me? "Bless you, Damian," Mr. Thompson, the English teacher, responded automatically. "You see that? Even he is allergic to this information!" Jake Miller yelled from the back and the others laughed. "I say we scrap Shakespeare and look at something modern and less complicated, teach!" These boys would do anything to get out of class. We were only about twenty minutes in. I sniffed, rubbing my nose to ease the itch and the next sneeze when I felt a sudden light thud at the back of my head, someone calling for my attention and I turned. "Hey, how do I say ' I'm hungry for something from my century' in Shakespeare's language?" Jake asked with his usual arrogance. "No throwing papers in my class. You're seniors and this is your last term in high school. What would the juniors think of you?" Mr. Thompson warned. "And focus on
CYRUS"Shit! Shit!" I pulled into the driveway and dashed out of the car, kicking the front door open as I barged in and looked around with a fast beating heart."Mom!" I called. Shit! Was I too late? It had been an hour since I got her text. I could've gotten here sooner if the road wasn't packed. I was this close to bursting out of the car and using my wings to rush down here but it was still too early and everyone would see.The only rule in our faimily that kept us safe and hidden was that we kept our secrets well. Until, I don't know, that virgin boy walked in on me in school- ugh! Forget about that. Where is she?"Mom!" I cried again, this time rushing up the stairs--"Right here, honey."That did not sound like the woman who said she was fading away in her texts. Why did she sound joyful?"He fell for it again," she giggled to herself. "It's been fourteen years and you still fall for that? You're the best dumbest son ever." she laughed."Come over here, honey," my mother sang.