Page 24 of Sweetest Hate

Kellan scowled. "Like hell I do. I told you, hooking up with you was a mistake and wouldn't happen again."

I pulled off my shirt and shucked my boardshorts, leaving me naked and not giving two fucks. "And I told you, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not into it anymore, and even if I was, I still wouldn't fuck you." The lie rolled easily off my tongue.

Silence met my reply, and I glanced at Kellan, who was staring at my dick. I wasn't even hard, or at least I hadn't been before he sank his teeth into his full lip. Kellan wanted it, whether he'd admit it or not. Fucking liar. Kellan licked his lips, which didn't help the situation. He had to notice my dick hardening as blood rushed downward in a tsunami of need. Jaw set, his eyes snapped up, meeting mine again. "Good. That makes two of us."

Or neither of us, but I wasn't about to tell him that and listen to more lies spill from his mouth. While I wouldn't mind shutting it, replacing his words with my come, it wouldn't be worth the aftermath, being stuck with him for the remainder of the week. "Then what's the harm? You have nothing to worry about." That was my final offer. I wasn't going to beg Kellan to let me help him. Giving him my back and naked ass, I headed for the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower. You can use it next. Or not."

Without waiting for a reply, I shut myself in the bathroom, hurriedly showered, while resisting the urge to jerk off, then wrapped a towel around my waist when I was done. Wiping the fogged mirror, I brushed my teeth then opened the door, letting the steam roll out in a thick cloud. Kellan still stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He appeared to be ready to start arguing again, which I found both amusing and irritating. If he'd really wanted to leave in favor of crashing in the hall, he'd have made a clean exit while I'd showered. I brushed by him on my way to my dresser, where I grabbed a clean pair of boxers from the drawer.

Dropping the towel, I slid on the underwear and walked to the closet, retrieving a clean blanket that hadn't been dragged all over the floor. Smoothing it over the bed, I slid under the lightweight covering. "You going to stand there all night?"

"My bag is in Quinn's room." Kellan cleared his throat and sighed, apparently resigned to his fate. He had choices, so it wasn't like I was forcing him to stay, though he could argue I had, in fact, dragged him inside.

It took me a second to process what he was saying before it clicked. Kellan had nothing to change into, and I was guessing he wasn't down to sleep naked. It wasn't a big deal, so I pointed at the drawer. "Grab a pair of mine."

A scowl twisted his features. "I'm not wearing your fucking underwear."

I lifted a shoulder. "Not sure what else to tell you. You can't get to your bag unless you want another offer to stick your dick in that girl. Your shorts are wet, so you sure as fuck aren't getting in my bed like that. Wanna sleep naked? Go for it."

Chewing on his plush lip, his shoulders finally sagged. "Do you have a pair of shorts or something?"

It shouldn't turn me on—the idea of Kellan wearing my clothes—but I didn't seem to get a vote on my reaction. "Bottom drawer."

The squeal of the drawer being pulled open was followed by the rustling of fabric before it shut again. "Thanks."

How did someone make an appreciative word sound like it was sour as a lemon stuffed in their mouth? Instead of starting another round of who could piss the other one off the most, I responded, "Yep."

It was one night. One pair of shorts. We'd both survive.

The bathroom door closed, and the water cranked on. Imagining his pale skin with water rolling down his slim body, my dick started to harden again. I rolled to my other side, facing away from the bathroom, and squeezed my shaft, intending to jerk off so I could forget Kellan and get some sleep. Stroking my dick, I tried to shift my thoughts to something I could quickly jack off to, but I kept picturing Kellan in the shower. Was he jerking off? If he was, was he thinking about me too?

Knowing I'd still picture him as I came, I cursed and released my dick. Fuck that. I shifted restlessly, ignoring the ache in my balls and trying to force myself to sleep. It didn't work, and minutes later, Kellan came out of the bathroom, bringing the scent of my body wash with him. I really hadn't thought that one through, and it did nothing but make my cock harder. When he lifted the blanket and slid beneath it, he shoved a thick pillow between us.

A dark chuckle whispered through my lips. "If I wanted you, little mouse, you think that flimsy thing would save you?"

"You're such a dick," Kellan whispered, and I glanced over my shoulder.

He wasn't wrong, but even the tiniest hint of gratitude would have gone a long way. "Yeah, I'm thedickwho got you off the fucking floor while yourbest frienddidn't give two shits."

"He's drunk." Kellan defended Quinn, which pissed me off. Why did he continue to see the best in a guy who barely spared him a thought if it got in the way of him getting his dick wet?

Aware of how Quinn felt about Kellan, I couldn't wrap my head around his actions. But I wasn't interested in spending my time trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

Annoyed, I growled, "Go to sleep."

Kellan quieted for once, which was nice, and I wished it would happen more often. "One night."

"Good for you." I yawned, though I wasn't sure sleep would find me anytime soon now. "You're safe from me. I've had you, and once was enough."

Kellan snorted. "You didn'thave me, Arsen. That was a shitty blowjob at best. Even you said it. A snack, am I right? If it was decent, you might have gotten more."

The comment fell on deaf ears as far as I was concerned. "You came like a fucking geyser, so say that shit to someone who believes it."

"Fuck you, Arsen," Kellan snapped, anger lacing his tone the same way annoyance was creeping into mine.

"Never going to happen,Kellan."

Kellan scoffed. "No shit. I wouldn't fuck you anyway."

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