Page 34 of Antidote

I’m fucking clean—just look at me. Even though the itch I experience every day and the crawling sensation over my skin makes me want to rip it off, I’ve managed not to hit up my dealer. And I really, really want to.

Sitting up, I shove the sheets away from me. I need to shower before school, and maybe it’s petty of me, but if Malia is here, I want her to see what she’s competing against. Not to be cocky, but I’ve been told by guys that I have a big dick, and I’d say it’s even bigger than Hunter’s. She should be a little intimidated, seeing as I sure as fuck wouldn’t be against a little flip fuck to make Hunter forget all about her. He’ll be begging me to bottom, I guarantee it. And that’s what makes me go to the open the door and step out—completely naked.

I frown.

I could’ve sworn I closed and locked the door last night.

Oh.

I guess Hunter still can’t stay away.

Just like I hoped, Malia is coming out of Hunter’s room, fully dressed and ready to go. She closes the door behind her, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Probably either working out or at practice knowing him.

Malia gasps, and her eyes widen, roaming down my body. Yeah, I may be the emo fucking faggot, like all those kids called me at school, but I’ve made sure to always workout. I smirk at her, because even with her long blonde hair and icy blue eyes, I see that Hunter’s still looking for me in every person he sticks to like glue.

Yeah, baby, you don’t hate me nearly as much as you think you do.

“I hate to disappoint you, baby girl.” I smirk. “But I’m gay as fuck.”

Her eyes linger on my dick, and she grins. “Goddamn.” We both laugh together—and yeah, I’m laughing because the bitch is clueless. I’m going to ruin his fucking life by doing this every day. He’ll have to remember every time he was almost inside of me but didn’t get to be. And that’s gonna haunt him. “What a shame for the female population.”

“And the male.” I shrug. “I’m not sticking this in anyone.”

Except maybe your boyfriend.

Malia tuts, a smirk crossing her features now too. Okay, so maybe she’s alright, but I’m not going to be her friend. Not when I want her man—my man. “That sucks for you, dude.” I chuckle and her eyes widen as she hears the front door open.

“Carry on,” I tell her, “I’m gonna go shower.”

I turn toward the bathroom door when I hear Hunter growl, “What the fuck, Oliver.”

He’s standing stock still, and when our eyes meet, there’s a scowl on his face. He looks down at me slowly, appraisingly, and I stand a little taller. Let him see me. When his eyes lock on my piercing, I grin.

His face is shocked.

But I see it all play out.

There’s want, lust, and longing in his gaze.

Along with disgust.

“See something you like?”

“In your fucking dreams,” he whispers.

That brings the biggest smile to my face. “Maybe sometimes.”

I close the door behind me and lock it for good measure. Especially since he’ll have to work extra hard if he wants to watch what I’m about to do.

After the shower is running and the water is hot the way I like, I get in. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, allowing the droplets to soothe me. I think of the past. How Hunter would straddle me, lips parted, and jerk us off together. How I took him to the back of my throat, the way he moaned for only me.

My cock thickens, rising toward my abdomen, and I take in a sharp breath. I’d do anything for his fingers inside of me, hitting that sweet spot over and over. At this point, I’d take anything he’s willing to give. I’m desperate for it. It’s too bad I know he’s willing to give nothing.

It still doesn’t stop me from wrapping my hand around my cock and tugging at it. I moan though it’s not enough. I look around, seeing his body wash on the shelf on the wall, and squirt some onto the palm of my hand. Smiling, I wrap it around my cock again and jack myself the way I used to do to him. Long and slow, brushing my Prince Albert piercing on the upstroke. I bet he’d fucking love it, and I bet I’d love him sucking on it, even if he’s never sucked dick a day in his life.

Fuck.

I bite my lip, then suck my lip ring into my mouth, trying to stay quiet as I pant. Except the closer I get to coming, the less control I have over my whimpers. It’s like my body can feel his proximity. And who the hell am I kidding? I want him to hear me. I want him to think of me later when he’s alone in his room, ready to pleasure himself. For I know the time will come again, when he can’t take it anymore. No matter what he says, he’s still weak for me.

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