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Ronan

H oly fuck that was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. It takes a second for my brain to snap back into reality before I gently remove the candle from her.

It’s glistening under the light, drenched in her sweet juices. Her slickness runs along the wax like honey spun in sin, and I have to stop myself from licking it clean right then and there. I have plans for it later.

Grabbing a nearby napkin and glass of water, I soak the towel before moving between her legs. She watches me intently, never breaking her gaze. I reach forward to clean her off and wipe away any remnants of our shared moment .

She looks ethereal like this, freshly fucked and blissed out like a walking goddess.

I wish I could keep her like this forever.

I reach my hand out toward her face, but my body is jerked back by an unseen force, causing me to scream out in pain.

The dream world I’ve become so used to fades from around me, like I’m falling but still weightless.

Like I’m floating. The breath escapes my lungs as I crash ass first into something soft and familiar. My bed.

Fuck .

“Bro! Open up! You gotta check this shit out!”

The sound of heavy pounding on my bedroom door pulls me back into reality. A place I don’t even want to fucking be right now.

I toss the covers off my body and storm over, yanking it open with a force that shakes the walls.

“What!” I bark at a drunk Kassius.

He stumbles backwards, taken off guard by my bare dick in his peripheral.

He laughs, almost toppling over.

“Bro! You could have at least put some pants on first.”

He blocks his eyes with his hands dramatically as if he hasn’t practically grown up with me and seen my dick on more than one occasion.

I wouldn’t consider myself gay, but we’ve shared women before. Yet this man is seriously acting like he’s never seen a pierced dick before.

I gasp, acting offended.

“What are you trying to say? You don’t like this?”

I shake my hips at him, causing my dick to swing side to side and slap my thighs. I can’t even contain my seriousness as we both almost immediately fall to the floor in a fit of laughter.

Kassius has been my best friend since we were eight years old. After his parents died, he moved in, and from that moment on, we were inseparable. At this point, he’s more like a brother than a friend. Which means by default, he got my dad, too .

We don’t talk about Dad. Too much fucked up shit happened in that house and dragging it back up never did us any good. After we got out, we made a pact to move on and forget it. Maybe it’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it’s the only thing that ever worked for us.

Our laughter fades, and I rise to my feet before motioning him to follow me into my room.

“What did you want to show me, Kay?” I ask as he trails in behind me.

I grab the shorts hanging off the edge of my bed and pull them on.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he unlocks it and scrolls through a couple of things before turning it around to show me. It’s a post from Tyler’s mom’s Facebook account showing a picture of Tyler in a hospital bed, both eyes swollen and bruises covering his face.

It’s captioned, ‘My baby boy will be stuck in the hospital for at least a month. Send us love and prayers as we continue to try and find his abusers,’ with the link to a GoFundMe account under it .

I lock eyes with Kassius, barely able to contain myself as we burst out into another fit of laughter.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I groan in disbelief. “His dad is literally the head of some big fucking tech company. As if he didn’t already have money and sympathy. What a fucking joke.”

“Hey, at least we won’t have to see him around for a while, though. You can save all your ass kicking energy until then,” Kassius quips back, punching the air like a trained MMA fighter.

I chuckle at his remark and turn toward my bed. Where the hell is my phone ? I flip the comforter back and freeze.

There it is.

That same fucking candle, sitting there like it’s been waiting for me. My brows knit together, confusion flashing across my face as a quiet, “What the fuck?” escapes my lips.

How the fuck is this here.