SageI couldn’t move an inch, not even if I wanted to.He tugged it out slowly with a shivering breath, dragging the swollen head over my lips and down my chin. Then he collapsed on me, while he kissed my mouth. Sucking at my lips, he teased my tongue with his, tasting himself.My brain was a scrambled mass of static, the sexual haze we're wading in filling the room as my fingers tangled in his hair and I held his lips on mine.Keeping us lost for as long as I could until this wears off.Till something else comes up and shatters this, like reality.He peeled his mouth away, but only to kiss down my chest and suck his cum off my nipples. The feeling jolted my cock awake but I was drained."Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said.I wanted to protest because I enjoyed being under him like this, I didn’t want to move so I wouldn’t have to accept the harsh reality that this was the end.It didn’t matter that the past few minutes were so passionate, it would soon come knocking at the d
SageI blinked awake, disoriented, my body aching in ways that reminded me of the night before. The room was quiet, the sheets cool against my skin. That’s when it hit me, I was alone.The cold weight of disappointment settled in my chest before I could stop it. I hadn’t even realized I was expecting him to still be here until he wasn’t. What was I thinking? That he would cuddle me to sleep after fucking me?I rubbed my face, trying to piece together the events of last night. I vaguely remembered what happened during the shower sex. Or that we actually had our bath. Had I blacked out from sheer exhaustion?I turned to the clock on the nightstand. It was early morning. Morning. How long had we been at it? My body certainly felt the strain, and yet, there was a hollow feeling that cemented all of it.We had an awesome night but I wanted to wake next to him, in his arms especially. I bet he would smell and look really good in the morning.He would be smiling down at me because he had b
SageMonday.The one day that I had been dreading finally arrived. And it brought all those feelings that I wanted to bury. I was pretty sure I’d had a nightmare about it last night, though the details were blurry. Something about walking into class stark naked while everyone stared and laughed. Classic stress dream.I woke up earlier than necessary, giving myself an extra hour to rehearse how I was going to act when I saw the professor. Should I be indifferent and pretend nothing happened? Should I act casual and confident, as though I did this sort of thing all the time? Or maybe just follow his lead and mirror whatever vibe he gave off?I spent too much time pacing in front of my mirror, trying out different scenarios like an actor auditioning for a role.“Good morning, Professor,” I said in a breezy tone, attempting to look unbothered.“Good morning, Sage,” I imagined him replying coolly.I frowned. Too fake.“Hey,” I tried again, this time looking casual and uninterested.But tha
Sage I gingerly sat down on the bar stool at the counter as he went to the kitchen. “So what would you like to eat?” He asked. I chuckled, “you are the one that said you are making dinner for me, I will eat whatever you give me?” He hummed and just started taking things out of the fridge, I just watched. Careful with how I want to approach him. It suddenly occurred to me that I knew nothing about him. “Tell me about yourself,” I said before I could stop myself. I didn’t want to intrude but it looks like we were going to be seeing each other often so it would be good to know stuff. “What do you want to know?” I shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t know anything about you and I would like to change that.” “Okay… I am thirty seven years old, is that a problem for you?” He turned to look at me, to gauge my reaction. I hoped there was nothing that showed my expression on my face because I wasn’t the least bothered about it. I knew he was a lot older than I was but it wasn’t
Sage"Wrap your lips around my cock, baby."His orders sent me into a weird frenzy and I fisted his dick at the base and stroked it a few times like he did to me back in my house. I couldn’t resist teasing the crown and one of the piercings to test if it felt sensitive.A drop of precum coated my thumb and I was rewarded with the professor’s grunt. So I did it a few more times while I jerked him until his hips lifted off the bed and his delicious noises of pleasure filled my ears.We were barely finished with dinner when I rushed him, I wanted to get my hands on him. He had teased me and expected me to stay still during the dinner.He was talking and asking me about my dislikes but I was not paying attention. Just waiting for him to finish his meal.He wanted to take charge and I shook my head, I told him I wanted to return the favor.I registered and paid attention to every sudden hitch in his breathing, every movement of his hips, and even the goosebumps that erupted on his thighs.
SageI woke up the next morning wrapped in the professor’s arms, I was wrapped around him like a koala. My face was in his neck against his pulse. It grounded me and I refused to open my eyes. For once, the chaos in my head was muted, replaced by the soft rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.I yawned, the early morning light streaming through the windows, and turned slightly, blinking awake. That was when I saw him staring at me, his eyes soft but undeniably focused.On my face.A gasp escaped my lips. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice still scratchy from sleep.He smiled, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in that way that made my chest ache. “Waiting for you to wake up,” he said simply. “I wanted to kiss you good morning.”His words made heat flood my face, and I ducked my head to avoid his gaze. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered.“Maybe,” he replied, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes, “but you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”“
SageAfter school, I wasn’t sure what the rest of the day had in store for me. Should I head back to my place or wait for the professor? My gut told me to give him some space. He’d already done so much, taking me to his house, cooking for me, and giving me a glimpse into a version of him I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was time to step back.I didn’t want to overwhelm him just right into whatever we have. He wasn’t needed at work so I wasn’t needed.Although I missed going to work, I just didn’t want to be around him all the time. I know people like him often get tired of people that are clingy.I texted him, “I’m heading back to my place. Let me know if anything comes up.”His response was almost immediate.“We’re going to the office. Something’s come up. I’ll meet you in front of the school.”I frowned at my phone. Heading to the office didn’t sound like a casual suggestion. Whatever had come up must have been serious. I texted back. “I’ll wait for you, but not in front of the school
SageThe second we entered the office building, Clara was already waiting for us near the elevator. She was holding a file in one hand and her phone in the other, her lips pressed into a thin line. The moment the professor walked in, she handed him the file without a word. He opened it immediately, his eyes scanning the pages as he walked briskly toward his office.She lingered behind for a moment, glancing at me with a small, pitying smile. "Here," she said, handing me two steaming cups of coffee. “You’re going to need this. Good luck.”I nodded, taking the cups as she turned and walked off. That didn’t bode well.I guess everyone was on edge because of his mood. My mood had plummeted because he was angry and also because of the picture.By the time I caught up to him, he was already seated behind his desk, engrossed in the file Clara had given him. I shut the door softly behind me, set one of the cups on his desk, and held the other in my hands, waiting for his instructions.I didn
Kaiden The clock on the bedside read 3:12 a.m. I rolled onto my side, confused by the soft glow seeping under the bedroom door. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, and when I looked over, Sage was still fast asleep beside me, his breathing steady and rhythmic. I reached out, touched his hair lightly, then slid out of bed. The hallway was silent except for the distant hum of the fridge and the occasional rustle of the wind brushing the windows. I padded barefoot across the wood floor, and as I neared the living room, the scent of whiskey hit me first. That, and the sound of papers being shuffled with irritation more than purpose. The soft overhead light in the corner cast a gold sheen across the professor’s back. He was hunched over the coffee table, glass of whiskey in one hand, papers spread out like an autopsy, calm chaos wrapped in tension. He didn’t look up when I entered. “You’re still awake?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “I have work to do,” he said, not looking at me. His
KaidenI watched Sage’s chest rise and fall steadily, his breathing finally even and calm after a long, exhausting day. The faint hum of the heater filled the small apartment as the evening air drifted colder through the windows. He looked peaceful in sleep, peaceful in a way that didn’t match anything we’d been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldn’t last. The last thing I needed was for him to keep worrying about the unknown.Today took a toll on him.I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, hands folded, but my thoughts weren’t still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether we’d ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldn’t. Not with this storm closing in around us, not when every time I let my guard down, something tried to take Sage from me.I haven’t even figured out how to apologize to the professor, it took me a lot of thinking to realize
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?”