LOGINAiden's POV So far yesterday, the heat has been subtle, I wasn't feeling too hot neither was I needy.However, just as I was about to rejoice and pat myself on the back for how I was handling now, the heat crashed over me like a relentless wave, fiercer than the first two combined. Every inch of my skin burned, hypersensitive to the lightest brush of the sheets against my body. My cock throbbed painfully hard, leaking steadily onto my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the aching emptiness deep inside me. My tight asshole clenched around nothing, pulsing with desperate need. I wanted, no I needed to be filled, stretched, claimed. Not just fucked, but held. Cradled. Someone strong to wrap around me while they buried themselves so deep I could feel them for days.I was writhing on the bed, fingers slick with my own arousal as I tried to reach back and finger myself, when the door opened. Macmillan stepped in, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes darkening instantly as they
JordanI woke before anyone else.For a long moment, I stayed completely still, unwilling to disturb the peaceful scene around me. The first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Yesterday had been filled with tears, fear, sex and heartbreak, but this morning felt better, he looked at peace. Aiden was still asleep between us, exactly where he’d fallen asleep the night before. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that had haunted his face last night was finally gone. One of Macmillan’s arms rested loosely around his waist, while Orlando lay on his other side with a hand still protectively draped over him, as though he’d refused to let go even in his sleep. I was close enough that our shoulders touched, and every steady breath Aiden took eased something tight inside my chest.Yesterday had scared me more than I wanted to admit. Watching him break down, hearing him speak about himself with so little kindness, had been painful in a way
The day blurred into a haze of careful devotion. Jordan, Macmillan, and I moved around Aiden like a well-coordinated unit, making sure he never wanted for anything. We kept the room cool but comfortable, brought him water and light snacks when his heat allowed him to eat, wiped the sweat from his fevered skin, and took turns holding him through the waves that left him trembling and needy. Jordan was steady and gentle, murmuring reassuring words when he got emotional while he massaged Aiden’s aching muscles. Macmillan used his calm presence like a balm, reading softly to him during the quieter moments or simply letting Aiden curl into his lap. I stayed close, my hands always finding some way to touch him, stroking his hair, pressing kisses to his temple, reminding him with every breath that we had him.By nightfall, the heat had drained him emotionally as much as physically. We were all tangled together on the big bed when a new feeling hit him. Aiden’s breathing changed first, sh
I could barely carry Aiden to the bed when he slammed his lips on mine, his warm breath going down my throat as he sucked the life out of my lips.I gently dropped him on the bed and pulled my clothes off my body and joined him on the bed.I trailed wet kisses down from his mouth to his neck and further down to his nipples. Aiden arched beneath me with a desperate whine, his skin fever-hot from the heat rolling through him in waves. His nipples were already pebbled and sensitive, darkening under my tongue as I circled one with slow, deliberate laps before drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently. He gasped, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer as his hips bucked up instinctively, seeking friction. The scent of his heat, sweet, musky, and utterly intoxicating filled the room, making my cock throb painfully against his thigh."Orlando... please," he whimpered, his voice breaking with need. His body was slick with sweat, trembling as another wave of heat hit him.
**Orlando's POV**I could barely carry Aiden to the bed when he slammed his lips on mine, his warm breath going down my throat as he sucked the life out of my lips.I gently dropped him on the bed and pulled my clothes off my body and joined him on the bed.I trailed wet kisses down from his mouth to his neck and further down to his nipples. Aiden arched beneath me with a desperate whine, his skin fever-hot from the heat rolling through him in waves. His nipples were already pebbled and sensitive, darkening under my tongue as I circled one with slow, deliberate laps before drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently. He gasped, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer as his hips bucked up instinctively, seeking friction. The scent of his heat, sweet, musky, and utterly intoxicating filled the room, making my cock throb painfully against his thigh."Orlando... please," he whimpered, his voice breaking with need. His body was slick with sweat, trembling as another wave
**Orlando's POV**Jordan descended the stairs into the living room, it looked like he was from taking a bath. His hair was still damp, red strands clinging to his forehead, and he was loosely tying the belt of his white bathrobe."How is he doing now?" Macmillan called from the kitchen, his voice warm and steady over the soft sizzle of something cooking on the stove.He was preparing a meal for all of us. Among the four of us, Macmillan was easily the best cook, he’d often mentioned how his mother had taught him from a young age. A familiar pang of jealousy twisted in my chest at the thought."He’s fast asleep," he replied. "He said he’s feeling a lot better now. I gave him a bath, changed the sheets, and made sure he’d be comfortable.""Okay," Macmillan muttered, the wooden spoon scraping gently against the pot."Will your parents be okay with you staying here for three days? You have that charity event, right?" I asked Jordan.Jordan smiled, the expression softening his features. "
Aiden’s POVEven after I told Macmillan and the others that I didn’t want to see the fortune teller, they refused to listen.Fear coiled tight in my chest. I was terrified of discovering who I really was, of learning what was truly happening to me. What if they started avoiding me? What if I uncon
Mysterious Stranger’s POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the bar’s neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was sti
Aiden’s POVThe city felt like it was pressing in on me tonight, every streetlight too bright, every shadow too deep. My head was a storm, replaying what happened in the bathroom with Jordan like a broken record, the hollow ache in my chest that had been growing for two weeks. I thought I had suc
Jordan's POVI don't know how long I've been sitting here on this toilet seat, holding Aiden's boxer briefs.For a while now I've been concealing my feelings for my roommate. I know I am not his type, I know he won't accept someone like me.So I hid my feelings and suppressed them, dying in silenc







