Anyway, you didn’t answer my question. Should I come to the morning run tomorrow or stop altogether?
Why are you asking me about what you should do?
Answer me. Do you want me there? Yes or no.
Yes.
My lips pull in what must look like the most stupid grin ever. I knew my efforts would come to fruition. Now, I need to work harder to make myself indispensable in his life. My mind might have quieted down today, but that dark thought about never giving him a way out stays the same.
Me
Just so you know, I would’ve come even if you said no. Bwahaha.
Bran
I’m going to block you.
You know you can’t stay away from me, baby.
This time, he definitely leaves me on Read. So I send another one.
Me
Going to shower now, though I’d hate to get your cum off me. Mmm. Might rub one out while thinking of your ass swallowing my cock.
Bran
Stop talking, Nikolai.
Why? Getting hot and bothered?
I’m in class.
And yet you’re texting me? Oh, wow. You must really miss me.
Dream on.
I prefer reality. You know, like when you begged me to fuck you.
I didn’t BEG you. Jesus.
We must remember it differently *eggplant emoji* *peach emoji* *water splash emoji*
Just go away.
Fuck. I’d pay to see your face right now. Real talk. You okay?
Why wouldn’t I be?
It was your first time being fucked and you didn’t let me take care of you afterward, so I’m a bit concerned.
I’m fine. I can look after myself.
Do you do that a lot?
Do what?
Take care of your fuck buddies.
It hits me then. I don’t. Not necessarily, I mean. Most of them are experienced and I don’t like the hassle of baby bisexuals unless they’ve prepped themselves beforehand.
Me
Not really. You’re special. And so is your big dick and sexy ass. You really okay? I know I’m huge.
Bran
Arrogant much?
You know I am. And you didn’t answer my question. Are you really okay? Tell me the truth.
A little sore, but I’m fine.
Pictures or it didn’t happen.
Nikolai, no.
Baby, please? I need a glimpse of you. Even if it’s just your face.
Did you miss the part where I’m in class?
Fine. I’ll do it for you.
I wrap my fingers around my thickening length and take a few selfies, then send them over.
Bran
Nikolai! Why the hell are you sending me dick pics when I told you I’m surrounded by people?
Me
To keep you company. You better think about my cock, because I can’t stop thinking about yours. I need to fuck you again, baby. I’m getting hard thinking about pounding your ass.
I’m muting you.
I smile, imagining his flustered expression, then decide I’ve tortured myself enough for a while and stop texting. It wasn’t a lie. I’m really hard now.
Bran
By the way, I noticed you had no food in your place, so I ordered you some Italian pastries for breakfast.
I grin.
He loves me. I just know he does.
Okay, he doesn’t, but he cares, and that’s a good start.
* * *
Turns out,everyone was worried about the way I disappeared last night.
I kid you not, Jeremy put out feelers with the police and shit because he took what I said about killing innocent girls seriously.
He can be dramatic.
Okay, so maybe when I was in that mood, I could’ve accidentally hurt someone if Bran did actually use them as a crutch.
Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault I only think in black and white.
Kill and Gareth were checking all the places I would usually go to—clubs, another fighting ring. The Serpents. No shit—they actually knocked on the Serpents’ door and were like, “Hi, I know we hate each other, but have you seen this massive idiot motherfucker who’s covered in tattoos?”
I didn’t make that up. Gaz relayed it back word for word.
My sisters were going crazy, calling me all night. Maya left a dozen VMs, screaming and then begging and crying.
Jesus Christ.
“Where were you really?” she asks as we sit in her favorite coffee shop downtown.
“Spill, Niko,” her twin, Mia, signs with more attitude than need be.
“Yeah, spill, cousin. What made you disappear all night long?” Killian, who’s sporting a black eye, asks, lounging back in his chair.
“Busy,” I say while sipping some disgustingly not-sweet-enough coffee, then add one more sugar cube. Make that three.