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2025-03-20 13:29:46
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PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~He’s slumped on a chair on the porch, his head tilted to the side. A half-empty bottle of booze propped against one of the legs of the chair.Was he waiting for me?I hope not.I sigh quietly, hands buried deeper into my pocket.Father is not the exact best person to first see especially after a long shift.His cap shields his face, and I curse under my breath as I walk past him, not sparing him another glance. Just a few more steps and I'll be in—However, he staggers to his feet just as I was about to cross the threshold.He was waiting for me. Unfortunately.“Oi, son.”I stiffen but I didn't stop. I give him a curt nod and make my way inside nonetheless. The foul smell attacks me, forcing me to swallow the bile rising up my throat. I force myself to get used to it. Again.He taps my arm as he take a swig from the bottle, his eyes appearing crinkled at the sides like he's amused.Father's a mess.I'd always hated booze. It tastes like piss.“You are so rude.” He slurs, mo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~ Mondays suck. The weekend was trash, but it flew by fast. One blink, and it’s already Monday again. I drag myself out of bed, trying not to think about how much I’d rather just sleep through the whole week. I throw on a white shirt and black tie, then pair them with a blue jeans jacket and matching pants. Sneakers laced up. Car key in my hand. I’m out. It’s 7:45— early as hell for me. I guess no one’s forcing breakfast down my throat today, which is a damn relief. I trace my fingers along the railing as I head downstairs, but I stop dead when I spot Asher on the long sofa. Eighty-inch TV, game console in hand. Must be nice to sit around and do nothing. If that were me, I’d get mocked to hell and back. I can almost hear that voice whispering in my head. You can’t read, but you wanna play? Yeah. Screw you too. I’m almost at the door when his voice cuts through the room. “Hey, good morning.” I glance back at him over my shoulder, raising a brow. He’s got that blank,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~When I pushed through the lecture room doors, I didn’t really expect to see Brandon Morano waiting for me. Like, he'd messaged me this morning and we'd agreed on meeting at the faculty library.He’s leaning against the wall, looking like he’s trying to make himself invisible. As soon as he spots me, his face turns pink, and he straightens up, rubbing his hands together like he’s nervous.Brandon’s different from the rest of the Morano brothers. He’s quiet, almost skittish sometimes, like he’s trying not to take up too much space.To me, he’s proof that not all Morano heirs are shitty. I remember Asher Morano back when he was still here. I was in my second year back then. He'd fucked his way through almost every girl in his year before graduating.His grades were the only thing that kept his reputation somewhat intact. The guy was a genius, sure, but a complete asshole just like the other asshole which was why I wasn't surprised when I found him screwing Dr. Kiki.Brandon’s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~That did shit to my head I didn’t like.Brandon? Do they know each other? How come I never knew? Or maybe I knew but didn’t give a fuck before.But wait. That’s like me admitting I give a fuck now when I actually... didn’t?Ray clears his throat and I snap my head back to him. His lips curve into a knowing grin, and I fight back the urge to punch him. Then, without saying a word, he gives me a brotherly pat and stalks off, leaving me at the door of Dr. Kiki’s office.I flinch away from the door. Ray had insisted I come with him to pacify her because, unfortunately, she’d caught him screwing a girl. I’d been gisting him about my escapade with her after his pacifying session when they passed and... geez.I inhale a shuddering breath and my eyes dart to the door down the hallway which they'd disappeared into. What were they doing? Do I go in after them?No. Stop thinking miserably.My mind chastises.I almost leave. Hell, I should. My brain is screaming at me to stop thinkin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~Straight men aren't supposed to repeatedly think about a man's hand on their cock.They aren't supposed to have their hand on their cock, twisting and pulling at a particular memory of a man twisting and pulling their cock.Thrusting. Groaning. Writhing. Moaning. For something. Anything. More.Stop.“Fuck it.” I mutter under my breath as I drop my hand from my cock for the umpteenth time this week.This isn't right.It's Thursday and I have practice today. I'd barely escaped running into him on Tuesday –my free day, and Wednesday —the day he'd insisted on us using as project practice and today— my coaching session with him.Fuck project practice when I'm a mess.Fuck project practice when my cock always does a standing ovation anytime the thought of his annoyingly veiny fingers on my cock crosses my mind or the way our lips almost touched.I think I'm going nut.Purging didn't work either.I'd almost beaten the guy who was dumb enough to enter the ring with me at the unde
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~He knows.He fucking knows.Blood rushes to my head and I can feel my face growing hot in shame before I swallow. I can't allow him to see me like this… flustered?My heart thuds as if wanting to jump out of my chest as I force my face into something vaguely hostile. “Stalking me now?” I spit out, pretending my voice hadn't just gone through a meat grinder but he just stares at me with that knowing grin which only increases my anger. He says nothing.“Got nothing better to do than stare at me?” I snap.He straightens up and prowls closer and I hate the word prowl but there's no other way to describe it.“You stink of it.” He whispers, his look making me feel smaller.My face flames and I swallow audibly. “You are getting something wrong here, Rutledge.” I say in a hard voice, staring at anywhere but him.“Oh, am I? Care to enlighten me?”“I—”He presses closer. “But tell me. Did you get off thinking about me?” He asks, his voice low as his fingers trace my jaw. Then, he
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~ Just a little slip. Just a little tip. Then, everything went crashing over the edge. Self control is essential but mine slipped. I detest overprivileged cocky jocks. In other words, Alistair Morano, but I still want to see him writhe under me. It all started when I had his cock pulsing in my palms and when I had him between me and his car. And then, like a distant dream, I was jolted awake. After that day with him sandwiched between me and the Car, he always has this leggy blonde hanging on his arms around like he's trying to prove some shit. Okay, this is what I'm talking about. Right now, I'm waiting for him at our secluded corner at the library so we can be done with today's coaching session. And yeah, he has the leggy blonde hanging on his arm as he approaches me. I clench my hands into fists under the table as he draws out a chair for her like a perfect gentleman. Loser. The blonde sits, her cheeks tinted pink as he draws out the chair beside her and settles o
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~They are here?My eyes flicker to the exotic cars and I can easily connect the dots.The debt collector or whatever father had called it is… are here.But it's not even my twenty-third birthday yet. What is he or they doing here?Well, I've never been one to run away from my problems – except Morano which I'm seriously considering doing – So, I sidestep mother and make my way towards the main double doors. She pulls me back, her eyes pleading. I spare her a glare over my shoulders and that's enough for her to release her hold on me. I step over the threshold, my cloth dripping water with each step. As soon as I walk past the last partition, they come into view.Father sits beside two men on the long sofa while another man sit alone on one of the couches. Father and the man sitting to his left have pipes dangling between their lips while the other two cradle alcohol in their hands.Who in their right senses meet in a place as smelly as this though? Maybe it's true. Birds o
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26
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PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~“I have dyslexia.”The words hit harder than a slap.I stand there, frozen, as those three words echo in my head over and over again—louder than the rushing blood in my ears, louder than anything else.I have dyslexia.Fuck.How didn’t I see it? The missed words, the awkward pauses when he read aloud, the sudden bursts of frustration when we studied… It all makes sense now. And I thought he was just being lazy, or stubborn, or—God, I was such an asshole.He wasn’t ignoring the work. He was fighting a silent battle I didn’t even bother to notice. And now I feel like shit.He told me like a weapon. Like a secret he'd hidden for so long, only to use it now to hurt me. And the worst part? It worked. Because I deserve it.I still don’t move. My feet feel glued to the floor, and my chest feels… hollow. Like something just got yanked out of me and I didn’t even realize how much it mattered until it was gone. And this isn't about me wanting to fuck him, it's because Alistair Moran
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~ I can't keep running forever. And so, on the second day of my escape, Ray decided he'd had enough. He barged into my room like a goddamn hurricane and dragged me out. Now here I am, trudging toward our next lecture, his hand on my shoulder like he's the one in charge. Meanwhile, he’s rattling on about something, probably to get on my nerves even more. I couldn’t care less. My eyes are glued to the ground, and all I can think about is not running into him. Not him. Not Calvin. Please, not today. So, I whisper a silent prayer, though I’m not the praying type. I just want to make it through without having to face the mess I created. Ray grips my shoulder tightly and I turn to him slowly. “What?” He chuckles. “Your mind is not even here.” “And so?” “You still haven't told me why you didn't come to school for two days, bitch.” I roll my eyes inwardly. That's one of the problems about having one close friend that's good at reading energies. This fucker knew that I'v
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) A/N
Hi Calistair's passengers! Basically, I have four 2 hours lectures today. I'm currently in 1 and I didn't stockpile chapters prior to today(my mistake). And I'm sorry to break it, but update will be very delayed today and I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you today by publishing 3 chapters after my lectures and a short nap but that will be until I get back to my hostel. Thank you so much for understanding. 💗
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~I don't leave my room.Not for breakfast. Not for class. Not even when the fire alarm goes off in the hallway for two whole minutes before someone slams it back into silence.I'm curled up on my bed, face buried in the same damn pillow I screamed into last night. My body still aches in places it shouldn’t. My hole is sore. My throat burns. My brain is fried.And my fucking lips still tingle from his kiss. And I can still taste his cum in my mouth no matter how much toothpaste and mouthwash I'd gulped.Calvin.Calvin fucking Rutledge.The guy I hate. The fake nerd. The know-it-all. The smug academic coach I swore I’d never let get the best of me.He didn’t just get the best of me.He wrecked me.I drag a hand down my face, hard. If I could rip the memory from my skull and lobotomize myself with a spoon, I would. I want to forget. I need to forget.But I can’t.Every time I blink, I’m back there, tied up, blindfolded, trembling, begging like a fucking slut. And the worst pa
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair - T.W (dub.con×18+)
~ ALISTAIR ~ I shouldn't crave this pain but I couldn't hold back the moan that slips past my throat through my clenched teeth, my brain failing to register the familiarity in his hand. In his voice.“Please…” i whisper and I don't even know what I'm begging for. More or less?Should he stop because of the pain or should he continue because of the pleasure. I… don't know.Fuck.“Dirty boy.” He growls into my ear.I shiver when I feel his thumb swiping the tip of my cock which is leaking precum and his jerking shifts to focus more on the tip of my cock.“Fuck.” I curse, eye closed between the blindfold, thrashing within the binds, forcing in air through my mouth, sweat and tears trickling down my face.“I'm going to cum.” I grit out.“I won't let you.” He says, his voice low before he comes to a stop.Fucker.A sob claws at my throat, my chest heaving while I raise my hip, chasing the friction.“Please…” The words escape before I can stop it.I feel his hands on my lips, probing my tee
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair - T.W (dub.con)
~ ALISTAIR ~I didn’t know who walked in. That was the whole point.No names. No questions. Just darkness and heat and silence.Curiosity had driven me here—curiosity and something uglier, something I didn’t want to name. I told myself I just wanted to know what it felt like. That I’d apply for the dominant role later. That this wasn’t me giving in—it was me exploring.But the second his hands touched me, I knew I’d fucked up.Not because I didn’t like it. But because I did. Too much.He didn’t rush. Didn’t grope. Didn’t treat me like a plaything or a conquest. His fingers were deliberate. Reverent. I bite my lips as his finger grazes the tip of my hard cock, precum leaking into the trousers I was made to wear.“Say it. Say you want this.” He says, his voice unfamiliar.“I want this.” I gasp out. It's a lie.I didn’t want this.I needed it.I needed to stop thinking. Stop feeling. I needed to forget that my life was spiraling, that my father thought I was useless and he will think m
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~La Debauché is nothing like the trash clubs frat boys sneak into. It's velvet shadows and whispered rules. It's power dressed in silence and control, the kind of place that makes sin feels sacred.Politicians, high ranking officials, sons of people in the higher-ups, bi-curious dudes, dudes like me, people that are married only as a façade. Name them, they are all here. As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club.I have a name here too.And this is my chessboard.The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused.Can it be Brandon?No, can't probably be right?He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this.Which means only one thing.Moranorebel.I laughed. Loud.That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~ I’m having a sexuality crisis. It’s messing with my head. My fucking sanity. I'm not gay. I can't be. I'm just… confused. Or cursed. Probably both. I like girls. Tits are great. Fantastic, even. He just… kissed me first. I didn't even see it coming. Technically. And maybe I kissed back. But that’s adrenaline. Not attraction. Could’ve happened to anyone. Right? Right? Fuck. This isn't working anymore. I've tried so hard to tell myself what I want to believe but now, it's not working anymore. My fingers tug at my hair in frustration until pain shoots through my skull. Then, my eyes dart to my bed which had my laptop on it. But ignorance is bliss. I don't want to go down that path, it looks like the path of no return. Confusion gnaws at my insides again before I hop down the stool and hurry to my bed. A little research won't hurt right? I pull up the lid of my touchscreen laptop and slide it open, the ridiculously large fonts welcoming me. Then, I hop on Ch
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Calvin
~ CALVIN ~ Is this what it feels like to be ignored? Not the usual ignoring—the kind that comes with glares and eye rolls, the kind that happens after I’ve cornered him, after I’ve pushed too far. No, this is different. This silence is deafening. Messages, unanswered. Unopened. Calls, ignored. Voice notes, unplayed. Alistair Morano is avoiding me. This isn’t a game anymore. I know his type—cocky, self-righteous, proud to a fault. Won’t admit to wanting something until it’s forced into their hands. That way, they can pretend it wasn’t their choice, pretend they had no control. It’s pathetic. So why the hell isn’t he here? My fingers twitch, and I double-tap my phone’s screen for what must be the hundredth time today. The five hundred dollars he sent me this morning courtesy of standing order, is still untouched. Fuck. Must be ironic wanting someone that has me on a standing order right? My dick doesn't care. My body doesn't care. I lean back into my chair, tipping my head a
