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2025-03-26 16:21:41
Anna WynterHi, sorry for not updating yesterday. Had class throughout and I'll make it up to you today. Thank youuuuu.💗
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PLAYING 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 : 2025-03-26PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) 24. Calvin
~ CALVIN ~I know he’ll come after me.I counted on it.Have you ever heard of a hunter using himself as bait? This is a perfect example. I let him watch, let him seethe, let him think about it—about me. And now, here we are.His footsteps are silent under the loud music and drunken laughter, but I can feel him, his presence like a live wire in the air. His shadow stretches long and thin on the tiled floor before he steps into view.Then, I grab his wrist before he can react and yank him to my chest.A sharp gasp leaves his lips as he collides with my bare chest, his body flush against mine.His body is all muscle, heat radiating off him like fire, and fuck, I want to burn in it. His skin is a little damp like he'd taken a shower before coming out, his scent all spice and something darker. His gaze flickers down to where our bare chests are pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between us searing.For a second—just one second—he doesn’t push me away.Then his pupils blow wide, and
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-02PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~ It backfired. The operation. The bet-like operation. I'm supposed to be the master here. The one with the game console, always deciding the pace. Why the fuck am I the one always getting flustered after each encounter?! No. Something's wrong. I lean back against my chair, staring at nothing, swivelling left and right. What does a gamer do when they keep losing the game? ‘Recharge and re-strategize’ the voice in my head whispers. Bingo! But wait, what do I do? Okay, it all started at the hallway when I saved… was it even really saved? The way he gripped my wrist showed he has more strength than he let on which means he could simply beat those fuckers to pulp and if I could remember clearly, he called me a busybody. Fuck, I should have just minded my business. But it's too late for regret. When did he get under my skin? I can't even remember. Maybe he has always been there. And now, I don't even know how the fuck to get him out without bleeding to death. Fu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-03PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~ My backpack drops on the chair with a thud and I draw out the other chair before settling before him. All the while, he didn't lift his head from the book he was reading. Fucker. It took me a lot of private chastising sessions before I finally decided to come to this lesson again. I'm not a coward and me not coming or wanting to see him is like me proving to him that there's something going on with me when in reality there's… not. Or, at least, I don't want him thinking anything. I don't want any new normal. Give me some time, and I'll be back to normal. My fingers drum on the table impatiently as my knee bounces, trying to get his attention. But the silence draws on. “Hey.” I call between clenched teeth before leaning forward and yanking the book away from his grip. Then, I drop it on the table with a thud. He tilts his head up slowly, face bored like usual. Like he wasn't at Ray's pool party whispering shit to me and grinding his hard dick against mine. I keep
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04PLAYING 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04
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PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) 36. Calvin
~ CALVIN ~ I wasn't supposed to be here. I mean that literally. I had an assignment due, a pile of notes to review. And give sleeping another shot since I haven't been having enough these days. But here I am. The bleachers were packed, loud with cheers and the occasional boo of screaming idiots. The soccer field is alive with energy. It's the second half of the game against Veritas university. I told myself I just needed air. A walk. Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net. The crowd with the yellow flag erupts into loud cheers. “Da. mi. Kay! Da. mi. Kay
PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M) Alistair
~ ALISTAIR ~I don't go to class.I know Ray would be pissed—probably yap my ear off once he realized the seat he saved for me would stay empty.Instead, I head toward the faculty library.Don’t ask me why.I can’t read in there. The fonts in the textbooks are too damn small. The words blur together like ants on crack.So I just sat there.Staring into nothing.Replaying that scene over and over in my head until it all blurs into white noise.Then, I must’ve passed out. Thirty-two minutes later, I woke up with a stiff neck and a decision.I’d had enough.I grab my backpack and trudge out, the sunlight slicing through my thoughts as I head to the parking lot. Blast music at full volume the whole ride home, hoping to drown the noise in my head.Home is empty.And I don’t mean no-family-empty. I mean clinically sterile.The only signs of life were the patrol guards sweating in tailored suits, their sunglasses probably like mirrors hiding judgments they didn’t dare voice.I respond to the
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
