~ 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
~ 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
~ ALISTAIR ~“What will you do?” I ask Ray when I finish my long explanation.Ray's the closest person I have to a friend.He lifts his head from his phone, brows arched. “Ohh, you were saying something?”I smack him on the back of his head in anger and he winces then cackles with laughter. I let out a groan and pull my hair in frustration as I fall back against the sofa’s backrest. Oh my fucking God. I was actually explaining something to the bitch not knowing he wasn't even listening to me. He drops his phone beside him, his lips still stretched in a smile as he rubs the back of his head. “Okay, repeat what you've said.”I shoot him a glare. “I should repeat everything when you won't even listen?”Right now, we are in the second sitting room in his parent's home, chilling with Netflix. It's a Friday.“I will now.” He grumbles.I pull myself up and sit straighter.“So, I'm going to start all over again. You should pay attention.”“I'm broke.”I inhale deeply and he bursts into laug
~ ALISTAIR ~Why the hell did he invite him?I grip the doorknob so tight my knuckles turn white, eyes locked on fucking Ray sprawled out on the sofa like some goddamn king. Two girls are rubbing oil on his chest like it’s the opening scene of a shitty orgy.He turns lazily, raising a brow. “What?”I grind my teeth. “Why the hell is Rutledge here?”Ray grins. “Ohhh, him. He helped me out with one of the core topics for the project defense. Just had to pay him back.”“With a party? Again?” I snap.“Hey, I wasn’t the one who invited him to that bonfire.”I snort. “But you were the one who plastered the posters all over campus.”I slam the door shut before he can reply.Fuck.Leaning back against the door, I rake my hands through my hair, breathing hard. What the hell do I do now? Operation tease him until he breaks?No.I've been at it for three days. Futile if I might add. He's like an unmoving rock and I always end up getting rock hard after teasing him with words in the hallways or i
~ ALISTAIR ~They’re together again.And I know I shouldn’t care, but I wouldn’t be so fucking bothered if his lips weren’t hovering near Brandon’s ear—the same way he did with me, whispering filth while his hand was on my cock.More importantly, I wouldn’t be bothered if his chest wasn’t bare. I'm only staring because I need to know what he's hiding not because he looks like a sin carved from stone.Jesusfuckingchrist.He’s built.Not just toned—well-defined, cut, the kind of body that shouldn’t belong to a so-called nerd. And at this point, I shouldn’t even be surprised. Everything about him is fake.Nerds don’t make jocks feel threatened. Not that I feel threatened or anything.Nerds wear thick-ass glasses.Nerds don’t carry themselves like they own the fucking room.Nerds sure as hell aren’t built like that.How did he get them? Has he been hitting the gym? How did I not notice?I exhale harshly, dragging my fingers through my hair. Okay, yeah. Everything about him is fake. I alre
~ ALISTAIR ~Bait.Wait.Strike.As soon as we step foot into the locker room with me leading the line, I turn and yank Gunner by the collar before descending on him and throwing a punch to his stupidly sweaty face.I can feel hands trying to yank me off his miserable body but I hold still, transgressing my anger on him.“What the fuck, Tae!” I hear my teammates gasp as they try to pull me off him. But I wasn't having any of it as I leaned my weight on my knee which was pressed deep into Gunner's stomach while he grunted as if he was about to vomit the water he'd drank on the field.He should vomit the fucking thing.I throw punch after punch to his disgusting face, cutting off his fruitless attempts to hit me back until he's a gasping bloody mess below me. That's when I finally yielded to the yanks, chest heaving.“Won't you consider my offer to visit an anger management class?”My head snaps to Ray who'd spoken, gritting my teeth.“Bastard.”Then, I turn and match deeper into the lo
~ ALISTAIR ~I hate most Mondays.Especially the Mondays in which I have a 9am lecture. Unfortunately, I hate all Mondays this semester. I have 9am lectures throughout.And escaping is not even an option. Comes with the entire final year shit package.I adjust my leather jacket before grabbing my backpack and my key. And I mentally let out a sigh of relief when I step out of the now empty house.Everyone's gone, more to my advantage.I start my car and speed off to one of the banes of my existence… school. Some minutes later, I pull up into the lecture hall's parking lot before stepping out of my car and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.Outside is almost empty and the last bit of students are already disappearing through the double doors. Looks like I'm the last one. Again.With a shrug, I make my way into the hall. I walk for a few minutes before pushing open the second door of the lecture room.A grunt tears through my throat as Professor Wilson's eyes lands on me as soon as
~ CALVIN ~As soon as I step foot into the façade of a manor, the smell of cigarettes pierces my nostrils. I groan, tugging my hoody over my head as I try to walk without being noticed.But yikes!His eyes land on me the moment I step in.Father smiles, showcasing his brownish teeth and the cigarette dangling between his lips.“Welcome son.” I nod, not in the mood to keep the conversation going. I want to scream at him again, want to warn him. But no, he never listens. How can someone diagnosed with chronic kidney failure continue to take substances that have caused it? You know what? Fuck this shit.“How was school?” He asks again and I turn to him, brows raised.“What do you want, father?”He chuckles, swatting the air as he blows the poisonous smoke into the air and I hold my breath. “It's just that the money you brought has finished. I would like to have another one. Oh, and your mother’s too, she told me she'd not eaten.”Knowing him, he probably forced her to hand over her mone
~ ALISTAIR ~They’re together again.And I know I shouldn’t care, but I wouldn’t be so fucking bothered if his lips weren’t hovering near Brandon’s ear—the same way he did with me, whispering filth while his hand was on my cock.More importantly, I wouldn’t be bothered if his chest wasn’t bare. I'm only staring because I need to know what he's hiding not because he looks like a sin carved from stone.Jesusfuckingchrist.He’s built.Not just toned—well-defined, cut, the kind of body that shouldn’t belong to a so-called nerd. And at this point, I shouldn’t even be surprised. Everything about him is fake.Nerds don’t make jocks feel threatened. Not that I feel threatened or anything.Nerds wear thick-ass glasses.Nerds don’t carry themselves like they own the fucking room.Nerds sure as hell aren’t built like that.How did he get them? Has he been hitting the gym? How did I not notice?I exhale harshly, dragging my fingers through my hair. Okay, yeah. Everything about him is fake. I alre
~ ALISTAIR ~Why the hell did he invite him?I grip the doorknob so tight my knuckles turn white, eyes locked on fucking Ray sprawled out on the sofa like some goddamn king. Two girls are rubbing oil on his chest like it’s the opening scene of a shitty orgy.He turns lazily, raising a brow. “What?”I grind my teeth. “Why the hell is Rutledge here?”Ray grins. “Ohhh, him. He helped me out with one of the core topics for the project defense. Just had to pay him back.”“With a party? Again?” I snap.“Hey, I wasn’t the one who invited him to that bonfire.”I snort. “But you were the one who plastered the posters all over campus.”I slam the door shut before he can reply.Fuck.Leaning back against the door, I rake my hands through my hair, breathing hard. What the hell do I do now? Operation tease him until he breaks?No.I've been at it for three days. Futile if I might add. He's like an unmoving rock and I always end up getting rock hard after teasing him with words in the hallways or i
~ ALISTAIR ~“What will you do?” I ask Ray when I finish my long explanation.Ray's the closest person I have to a friend.He lifts his head from his phone, brows arched. “Ohh, you were saying something?”I smack him on the back of his head in anger and he winces then cackles with laughter. I let out a groan and pull my hair in frustration as I fall back against the sofa’s backrest. Oh my fucking God. I was actually explaining something to the bitch not knowing he wasn't even listening to me. He drops his phone beside him, his lips still stretched in a smile as he rubs the back of his head. “Okay, repeat what you've said.”I shoot him a glare. “I should repeat everything when you won't even listen?”Right now, we are in the second sitting room in his parent's home, chilling with Netflix. It's a Friday.“I will now.” He grumbles.I pull myself up and sit straighter.“So, I'm going to start all over again. You should pay attention.”“I'm broke.”I inhale deeply and he bursts into laug
~ 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
~ 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
~ 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
~ 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
~ 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
~ 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