Sage He ripped his cock from my mouth and pushed me so I was laying down, he straddled my face and lodged his cock far inside my throat.I gagged again, tears forming at the corner of my lips while he thrust even more deeply. He was holding my face at an uncomfortable angle to keep fucking my mouth.In. Out. In. Out. Kaiden had no mercy on me, huffing his pleasure, but then his dick pulled out, and I was left with an emptiness in my mouth, so aroused I wanted to hump the nearest pillow."Enough of the foreplay," the professor whispered, I managed to look up at him and his eyes were glazed with pleasure.He was boring a hole in my ass and before my lust soaked mind could consider what that meant, he had rolled me over.Forcing my pants to my knees before bending me on all fours. If I thought I had been hot before, I was burning up like I had been set on fire now.My mouth still ached from Kaiden’s onslaught but I hardly knew that this was going to be easy when I felt the professor rub
Kaiden I woke up to Sage curled into my left side, his breath slow and even, chest rising rhythmically. On my right, the professor was tangled in the sheets, his arm thrown casually across my waist like he’d always belonged there. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t wake up panicked or empty. I woke up extremely happy and content. It’s been a while I felt like this and I like to go ahead and say that I wanted this to last forever. We went at it all night like rabbits, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings. Everything I needed from them, they gave me. The affection and loving I desperately missed was given to me in excess. The professor and I talked afterwards, we just spoke about how happy I was that all of this was behind me. Of course, what Micheal said to me in court really bothered me but there was nothing I could do about it. I could stay and keep looking over my shoulder or I could move on from this. Ethan has gotten his justice and so have I. I looked do
KaidenDue to my words, I met up with them for dinner. The professor insisted on coming to pick me up but I declined.I needed to get there myself. Dinner was at a quiet bistro tucked away on a side street, the kind of place the professor liked, dim lighting, soft jazz, and a menu that read like a love letter to seasonal produce. He was old fashioned so it was expected.Sage had picked it, of course, claiming it was “romantic but not too romantic,” whatever that meant.We sat at a corner table, the three of us, sharing a bottle of red wine that the professor recommended. The conversation flowed easily, starting with light topics, funny anecdotes from Sage’s classes,“You stopped coming to classes. So it was a right guess that you only enrolled because of Sage?”I flushed hard, “yeah but it wasn’t something I was going to admit to you. That would have ruined my plans.”He chuckled and Sage just shook his head at us.“So, you’re back in front of the camera,” the professor said, swirl
SageAfter that night on the balcony, when Kaiden said he couldn't wait to love the professor as deeply as he loved me, something inside me settled. I walked into school the next day with a spring in my step and a quiet, simmering happiness that kept tugging at my mouth in the form of small, secret smiles.Classes dragged longer than usual, but even that didn’t ruin my mood. The moment the final bell rang, I gathered my things and headed straight for work. After the altercation with the intern, I realized that I wasn’t happy working from home. I didn’t bother knocking; I had long since earned the right to walk in like I owned the place.The professor was at his desk, glasses perched low on his nose, tapping away on his laptop. He glanced up when I entered and smiled warmly. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Sage?”I dropped my bag into the nearest chair and sat down across from him, draping my arms lazily over the armrests. “I was thinking,” I started, studying his face for any reactio
It still surprised me sometimes, how natural this all felt. Coming home with the two of them. Talking. Sharing space. Breathing the same still air. Kaiden met us in front because he waited. He was yet to have a key. I haven’t been to my place in a while and I didn’t even care. I was more than content to be here with them, basking in their love and growing with them. We ended up on the couch not long after, our feet tangled beneath a throw blanket, glasses of wine in hand. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw Kaiden trying to peel an orange with absolutely no success. “What?” he said defensively, looking up at me with mock irritation. “Not all of us had fancy childhoods where people taught us citrus etiquette.” I raised a brow. “It’s not rocket science. You just press your thumb into the top and here.” I leaned over, took the fruit from him, and began peeling. “You’re hopeless.” He grinned, leaning back against the couch as if proud of himself for getting me to do it. “You love
KaidenThe morning sun cast a golden hue over the city as I slid into the passenger seat of the professor's car. I was more than excited to go out with him. I felt like Sage was always a buffer between us and it felt like he was the one we were hoping to break the ice.This time, I am hoping it will be different. Each time the professor and I spent together, it was mostly filled with us fighting so there was nothing like a good old adventure to set us off.The drive to the construction site was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of papers as the professor reviewed some documents while he drove.Upon arrival, the site appeared deserted. The skeletal framework of the building stood tall against the sky, surrounded by scattered tools and materials left in haste. The professor frowned, noting the absence of his crew."They halted work yesterday," he murmured, scanning the area. "But something feels off. It feels lik
KaidenI couldn’t let this go undocumented."Get that one, too," the professor said behind me, nodding toward a shelf tucked beneath a peeling poster of a lingerie model. "That might be a brand marking."I crouched down and took the shot, my fingers trembling slightly. I hated this. Hated how close we were to it all. Hated that it still smelled like burnt sugar and copper in the air.When I straightened and turned toward the professor, I caught a glimpse of the client's retreating silhouette through the dusty window—he was halfway down the alley now, ducking behind a dumpster.Something about him tugged at me.“I’ve seen him before,” I said slowly.He looked over. “Where?”“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, frustrated. “Something about him feels familiar.”“Could’ve been at one of those parties,” the professor said, his voice cold. “A lot of those clients showed their faces when they thought they were invincible.”I nodded absently, trying to reach into the fog of my memory. There were so
SageI should have listened to the way the wind shifted. They say when your instincts are telling you something then it’s the truth.It was barely past six when I stepped out of the lecture hall, my bag slung over my shoulder, the sky overhead bleeding into a deep shade of lavender. The university courtyard had mostly cleared, and the usual evening buzz was thinning out as students filtered off to their lives. I’d stayed back for office hours, lingering too long over an unfinished paper, too caught up in making it perfect to even consider that other things could be waiting for me.Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice them at first. Maybe my mind was too full of shadows.My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t reach for it. The wind carried a chill I couldn’t place, the kind that crawled along the back of your neck and whispered you’re not alone.I turned down the path toward the side parking lot, my sneakers crunching over the scattered leaves. It wasn’t until I passed the library’s da
SageThe next morning, Kaiden and I walked to school in silence. The meal we shared was so brief and he stayed with me. The professor didn’t come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didn’t want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didn’t want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldn’t be able to control.I looked at Kaiden, I know we have already talked about this but I was so curious.I wanted to ask him again about where he’d really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldn’t help myself. “So,” I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, “you never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.” His steps didn’t falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. “I told you. I needed to clear my head.” “Yeah, but that could mean anything,” I pressed. “You just
SageI stood just outside the hospital’s main entrance, staring at the parking lot like it was a war zone. The discharge papers were crumpled slightly in my grip. I could feel my fingers tremble, but I didn’t loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadn’t lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasn’t here to do that, I wouldn’t go. “Ready?” His voice pulled me out of my head.I turned toward him. He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of my duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was a little messy, like he hadn’t even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. “I don’t know if ready’s the word I’d use,” I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. “I feel like I’m being pushed out of safety and right back into the middle of whatever this me
KaidenI slept at my place after the detective dropped me off. He was looking at me like he had a lot to say about what happened but I didn’t.Yes, I overreacted but I couldn’t go back there. I felt suffocated and the only thing I needed was freedom. I needed to find my answers and not let it extend to my relationship.I decided to go see Detective Bryan. The man in charge of narcotics. The one who might know what the hell was really going on. I hadn’t told Sage or the professor anything. Not yet. I couldn’t, not until I had something real. Something more than just paranoia and late-night shadows tailing me.I sat hunched over my laptop in a dingy little café two blocks from my apartment, the place reeking of burnt espresso and desperation. I typed in “Detective Bryan, Narcotics Division, city PD” and hit search. A few articles came up. He was decorated, involved in several high-profile raids. One article had a photo, square jaw, stern face, early forties. Not someone you’d expect to
SageI woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that sets your skin crawling with dread, like the air itself is holding its breath. The clock on the wall read a little past 3am and I could see the shadows stretched along the floor, motionless. I looked around and noticed with a slight disappointment that Kaiden wasn’t here. I blinked twice and turned my head toward the small couch across the room. No professor either.My heart sank.They were gone. Both of them.I have never felt so alone. I thought they would both stay with me so I won’t be scared. But I was a big boy and could handle myself.I sat up slowly, the sheets slipping off my chest as I scanned the dim room. Maybe they went for a walk. Maybe Kaiden needed air and the professor tagged along. Maybe I was being paranoid.Or maybe something was very, very wrong.I was about to slide out of bed when the doorknob turned.I froze.The door creaked open, and the harsh fluorescent light from the hallway spilled into the r
KaidenI left the hospital with a gnawing unease in my gut. I hadn’t told Sage or the Professor the full truth, that I needed to test Raines myself, to see if he was really on our side or if he was playing us. If I had voiced my suspicions, the professor would have warned me against it, and Sage… well, Sage would have insisted on coming with me, injuries be damned. But this was something I had to do alone. I couldn’t pretend for the life of me. If the detective wasn’t on our side then I needed to know now, to save myself the trouble of finding out later.I know that the professor was just trying to be cautious but the detective was kind of my friend so I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.I stared at my phone for a long moment before making the call, my thumb hovering over his contact. This was a gamble, if he was dirty, I might be tipping my hand. But if he was clean... I needed to know. Taking a steadying breath, I hit dial. He answered on the third ring. "Kaiden?"
KaidenThe note terrified me, I wouldn’t lie. I kept the smile on my face for the nurse’s benefits. I didn’t want them to be asking if I was okay and interrupting my peace.Those words, scrawled in jagged letters sent a chill down my spine that lingered long after I first read them. I had spent the night restless, checking the locks on the doors twice, then three times, before finally settling into a chair beside Sage’s hospital bed. He was still unconscious, his face bruised, his breathing steady but shallow. Whoever had done this to him had a message, and now it seemed that message was meant for me. I had no idea how to protect him or even protect myself. It felt like everything we did was a waste of time and we were heading nowhere.I didn’t bother sleeping again because I was so anxious. I was tempted to call the professor and explain to him but I knew he would drive down here the second I call him.By morning, Sage was stable, still asleep but no longer in danger. I made sure
Kaiden I stood next to the professor, watching the detective’s face shift between concern and indifference as he closed his notebook with a heavy sigh. “We’ll look into it,” the detective said. “But if you’re asking me for guarantees—” “I’m not,” I cut in, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just… do your job.” He gave me a nod that felt more like a dismissal. And then he walked off, disappearing into the murmuring noise of the precinct. When I called detective Raines, he said he had been assigned to a case and directed us to his partner in the precinct. We had to go there but it didn’t seem like it was working out for us. The professor hadn’t spoken since the detective left us. His arms were crossed tightly, jaw locked, his usual calm gone. He looked like a man barely holding himself together, and that scared me more than anything. He usually had answers. He always had a plan. But now? His phone rang. He glanced down, muttered something under his breath, and answered. “Hello?”
SageI should have listened to the way the wind shifted. They say when your instincts are telling you something then it’s the truth.It was barely past six when I stepped out of the lecture hall, my bag slung over my shoulder, the sky overhead bleeding into a deep shade of lavender. The university courtyard had mostly cleared, and the usual evening buzz was thinning out as students filtered off to their lives. I’d stayed back for office hours, lingering too long over an unfinished paper, too caught up in making it perfect to even consider that other things could be waiting for me.Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice them at first. Maybe my mind was too full of shadows.My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t reach for it. The wind carried a chill I couldn’t place, the kind that crawled along the back of your neck and whispered you’re not alone.I turned down the path toward the side parking lot, my sneakers crunching over the scattered leaves. It wasn’t until I passed the library’s da
KaidenI couldn’t let this go undocumented."Get that one, too," the professor said behind me, nodding toward a shelf tucked beneath a peeling poster of a lingerie model. "That might be a brand marking."I crouched down and took the shot, my fingers trembling slightly. I hated this. Hated how close we were to it all. Hated that it still smelled like burnt sugar and copper in the air.When I straightened and turned toward the professor, I caught a glimpse of the client's retreating silhouette through the dusty window—he was halfway down the alley now, ducking behind a dumpster.Something about him tugged at me.“I’ve seen him before,” I said slowly.He looked over. “Where?”“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, frustrated. “Something about him feels familiar.”“Could’ve been at one of those parties,” the professor said, his voice cold. “A lot of those clients showed their faces when they thought they were invincible.”I nodded absently, trying to reach into the fog of my memory. There were so