Past…

A hand slithering up my thigh has me bolting up in bed.

“Cain?”

He’s hovering over me, wearing the same black hoodie and sweatpants from last night. Shaking like a goddamn leaf.

“What’s—”

I can’t even get the words out before he attacks me with his mouth and squeezes my now thickening cock through my boxers.

To say I’m surprised would be an understatement. Cain might be the instigator, but I’m the initiator when it comes to our hookups.

I can’t recall a single time he’s ever touched my junk.

He groans into my mouth, but I don’t return the sentiment. His kiss is equal parts sloppy and frantic…it’s different. Doesn’t feel right.  

I pull away. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” He tugs on my boxers and my cock springs free. “I’m just checking out the equipment under the hood.”

“Are you drunk?”

He whistles. “Damn. You’re even bigger than I am. No wonder everyone’s always on your dick.”

I quirk a brow. “High?”

“Stone cold sober.” Wrapping his hand around my length, he gives me a firm stroke. “Christ, I can’t believe I let you put this in my ass last night.”

“You didn’t.” I give him a smirk. “Just the tip.”

His eyes darken. “I liked it.” Another stroke. “I’m becoming fond of this, too.”

I eye him suspiciously. “That’s funny. Last I remember—the only part you were fond of was getting off.”

His lips twitch. “Well, a mouth’s a mouth, right?” He climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs. “And I know exactly where I want mine right now.”

Faster than I can blink, he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over my cockhead. It’s so quick that for a moment, I think I imagined it.

He looks up. “You like that?”

I press my thumb into his bottom lip. I’ve been with hundreds of girls and he’s got the nicest pair of lips I’ve ever encountered. They’re full and pouty, like two soft pillows on his face. “I’ve been wondering what these lips would feel like wrapped around me since the dance. Why don’t you show me?”

He hesitates before flicking the liquid leaking from my tip.

Fisting my dick, I hold it out to him. “I don’t like cock teasers. If you’re gonna walk into my bedroom with the intention of sucking me off, you better do it right.”

Leaning in, he takes my entire crown into his mouth.

I grin. “You’re getting warmer.”

My cock jerks as he glides down my shaft. “That feels go—”

A groan rips from my throat as he starts sucking me hard and fast. “Jesus.” His movements speed up and I clutch the nightstand. “That’s it, suck me just like that.”

His head continues bobbing up and down and gagging sounds fill the room. If I had any doubt Cain wanted my dick before, I don’t anymore.

My hand finds the back of his head, keeping him there. “Relax your mouth so I can fuck it for a little while.”

He stills, and I thrust my hips, hitting the back of his throat. “You like my dick in your mouth?” He nods, and I thrust harder, making him choke on it.

Until I can’t take it anymore.

I tug on his hair until he releases me. “I want your ass.”

That’s the only warning he gets before I slam him belly down on the mattress and pull off his pants, revealing his stark white behind.

Grabbing some lube from the nightstand, I pour it on two of my fingers before I plunge them between his cheeks, prepping him.

He grips the sheets as I proceed to work the head of my dick in next. “This might hurt.”

He barely has time to give me a nod before I’m pushing my hips forward, ramming my entire cock inside him.

“Fuck,” he chokes out as I pull back and slam into him again.

My balls ache as I feel him stretch around me, taking every inch I give him. They downright sizzle when I hear him groan my name.

“You like the way I’m fucking your tight little ass, huh?”

“Yes.” He hisses when I swivel my pelvis, grinding into him. “Harder.”

Pinning his arms to the bed, I cover his body with mine and pick up the pace, plowing him so hard into the mattress my goddamn teeth rattle.

“I’m close.”

I pull him upright, making him sit on it, then spit into my hand and start jerking him.

Sputtering a curse, he drives into my palm and I match his thrusts.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” My climax is powerful, whipping through me like a twister as I empty every drop inside his asshole.

A moment later he convulses and spurts all over my hand.  

We’re both breathless as my release trickles out of him and onto my softening cock.

Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick up his cum, then reach for my cigarettes.

I light one for me and one for him before I settle against the headboard.

I’m nice and relaxed, Cain however; starts trembling.

Fuck. I exhale deeply, preparing to give him the ol’ it’s okay, everyone experiments speech. “Look, taking a dick every once in—”

“Do you love me?”

Evidently, I had nothing to worry about because Cain sounds like he’s ready to walk down the aisle.

I start to give him the same answer I did last night, but stop and seriously consider his question.

They say there are some people you’re inexplicably drawn to…people who are meant to change your life in some profound way.

However, I’d never met anyone who felt like they were part of my destiny before. I was a lone wolf.

Until Cain.

And just because I’m not capable of feeling rainbows and butterflies doesn’t mean what I feel for him isn’t love. Maybe my fixation with Cain is my version of love?

“Yes.” I take a long drag of my cigarette. “Does that scare you?”

“No.” He shifts on the bed, facing me. “I have bigger things to be scared of right now.”  

“Like what?”

His face goes blank, devoid of any emotion. “I’m in serious deep shit.”  

“If this is about Harvard—”

“It’s not.” He looks at me. “It’s so much bigger than that.”

I tap my skull with my knuckles. “This thing works, but I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me, man. What’s going—”

He collapses against me, his body wracking with tremors. Shit.

I’m at a total loss of what to do. “Cain—”

“I did something, Damien,” he whispers. “Something really bad. Something that could ruin my entire life if anyone ever finds out.”

My stomach sinks like a stone. “I’ve got your back. Whatever it is, you can tell me, and I’ll figure out a way to fix it.”

“You can’t fix this.”

The pit forming in my stomach widens along with the ominous feeling snaking up my spine. “Cain—”

The sound of a phone ringing cuts me off.

“That’s mine.”

I watch as he gets off the bed, cool as a cucumber.

“Hello,” he answers with a sleepy voice.

I look at the clock on the nightstand. It’s just after three in the morning.

I assume it’s his father, until he says, “Speaking. Who’s this?”

The cigarette I was about to light stops halfway to my lips as my ears tune in.

“What,” Cain shouts. “How? No. You’re lying. Oh, God.”

I leap from the bed, ready to pummel whoever’s on the other end of that phone.

“This can’t be happening.” He clutches his stomach. "Please tell me this is a horrible mistake.” His voice cracks. “No. I spent the night at a friend’s house.” He starts sobbing and my chest knots. “I turned eighteen last month, but I’ll give my grandmother a call.” He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead. “She lives in a different state.” Another tear falls down his cheek. “I won’t. I’ll ask my friend. I’ll be there shortly.”

“What happened?”

He wipes his eyes. “I’m gonna need a ride to the hospital.”

“No problem.” I stare at him when he starts getting dressed. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

He spins around. “Oh, right.” His expression turns to stone. “My father and brother died.” His dark eyes cut to mine. “House fire.”