Page 17 of That One Moment

No one will hear me and no one will rescue me.

Kyle spins me around and shoves my face into the wall, holding me there while he pulls my jeans down over my ass. He spits, the hot liquid hitting my skin, and then I feel his cock resting in my crease. “I’m not going to fuck you. I don’t know where your dirty ass has been,” he whispers into my ear. It’s not the tender whisper of a lover - not that I’d know what that’s like - but rather the voice of evil. Kyle spits again and with one hand still holding my face, he ruts between my ass cheeks until he’s spilling his cum over my lower back.

Sometime during the whole ordeal, my tears dried up and I let my brain take me somewhere else, away from here. In my mind, I’m with Cooper, and we’re swimming, laughing as we dunk each other in the waves.

Kyle spins me around and I’m forced to bring myself back into the room. Disappointment that I'm here and not safe with my twin twists in my gut, and the burning taste of shame coats my throat as I try in vain to swallow away a fresh wave of tears.

My jeans are around my ankles, Kyle’s cum is cooling on my back and my legs have turned to jelly. He grips my t-shirt as he barks out, “Do not tell anyone about this, I’m not like you. I’m not gay.” Poorly timed laughter slips from my lips as more tears fall, the sound hysterical, and I fall sideways, my top ripping as he tries to hold me.

He gives up, dropping me so I land in a heap on the floor. Then he adjusts his jeans and leaves the room. My stomach churns and I lean over and empty the sad contents right onto the carpet.

I don't know what to do, so I just lay with my face on the ground while my heart tries to escape my body. After a while of listening to the muffled sounds of the party, I sit back up and stare at the bed. A sense of calm - no not calm - a numbness washes over me. I detach myself from what just happened as Istand up and head back out to the party, using the walls to guide my unsteady steps.

Wandering around, I know I should go. I should wash this man off of me, but that empty, lost feeling is overwhelming me again so instead, I plaster on a fake smile and stay. There's a voice inside me that says I should report what he did but that feels far too exhausting and I'd rather just forget.

Someone offers me a drink and I take it, downing it in one go. Then, I take photos with people I don’t know. When Kyle joins the group I eye him warily, but I say nothing and he doesn't acknowledge me.

I'm swaying between a crowd of bodies when a soft, warm hand lands on my arm. I flinch, turning around to glare at the dark haired girl standing in front of me. I know this girl, she’s familiar.Herb. I shake my head, no that’s not right.Ginger. Sage. Her name is Sage.

“Caiden? Are you okay?” Why do people always ask me this? I haven’t been okay in a very long time. I nod anyway, because lying is so much easier. Sometimes I think lies are just that much kinder than the truth.

Sage steps closer so I can hear her over the music. “You don’t look okay, what happened to your shirt? And your neck?” She goes to touch the tender flesh but I bat her away. Knowing I sound petulant when I tell her to leave me alone.

“Look, I get that you don’t want my help.” She’s wrong. I want her help, I want someone’s help. I don’t want to feel this broken. “But I know it’s your birthday tomorrow and your brother is excited to spend the day with you. Jamie told me all your plans, do you really want to ruin that by being too hungover?”

Guilt, my dear friend that always threatens to drown me when I think of my twin and how often I let him down, washes over me and my head falls. “Okay,” I whisper, and I let her and the guy she's with lead me out of the party. I don’t know where we’regoing but it doesn’t matter because for this little bit of time, I’m going to trust that she won’t hurt me and even if she does, she wouldn’t be the first person tonight to do so. She wouldn't even be the second.

Chapter Eight

Jamie

“Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.” I press gentle kisses to Cooper's forehead, then his cheeks, and slowly work my way down to his lips. He grumbles and his eyelids flutter as I continue kissing a trail down his body, breathing in his sleep scented skin. “Time to get up.” He pushes my head away and I bite him hard on the stomach, making him hiss.

“Too early, stop it you heathen,” he chuckles while tugging on the hair gripped in his hands. I lick across his stomach, kissing the beauty mark that sits just above his navel before continuing my descent.

“It’s your birthday, beautiful boy. Time to get up and celebrate.” I slide lower, pulling his boxers down and freeing his morning wood. His cock is long and slender, cut with a flushed mushroom head. His skin is warm and velvety and I swipe my tongue over the tip then down the shaft and along his taint before sucking his balls into my mouth.

Cooper moans, his hands dropping from my head to grip the rumpled sheets. His eyes are still closed, though his head is now thrown back and I keep my eyes on him as his body squirms under the assault of pleasure. “Birthday boys should get to sleep in.” He moans again as I add a hand, moving upwards in a twisting motion. “Hmmmm, actually, birthday boys should definitely get to come.”

Taking his cock into my mouth, I hum in agreement and he thrusts his hips up, hitting the back of my throat.

“Yes, fuck yes. Best. Birthday. Ever,” he breathes out while moving his hips, fucking into my mouth.

I take his cock deeper, holding him in my throat until my head starts to spin, my vision getting hazy at the edges, but still I don’t stop watching him. Sliding one hand between his ass cheeks, I rub one finger over the puckered flesh of his rim, eliciting a sinful groan from his lips. I don’t press it in further, just tap against his entrance while I pull back to catch my breath. His eyes shoot open and his beautiful blues catch on mine. His breathing picks up, pants and whimpers filling the otherwise quiet room. My own dick aches, begging for release as I rut it against the mattress.

“Make love to me,” Cooper says, his voice a raspy whisper. My body screams ‘yes’ and I let go of his throbbing cock and climb back over him, bringing my swollen lips to his. I don’t care about morning breath as I seal our lips together and kiss him. Our cocks meet, mine still trapped in my boxers, and he hurriedly pushes at the waistband, tugging them down as best he can while our lips remain locked together.

“Please, I want you inside me, please Jamie.” We’ve been building up to this over the past few weeks, indulging in hand jobs and blow jobs and a shit load of dry humping. Thanks to part time jobs and heavy loads of school work though, a lot of our time together is rushed - hot but rushed.

The first time we make love, it needs to be perfect. Slow and sensual with nothing else on our minds. Today, now, feels perfect, and I want nothing more than to sink myself inside him, to lose myself in the man I love.

I love him.

Pulling back, I frame his face with my hands and look down into his sapphire blue eyes. They swirl with emotion and darken a fraction when I lick my lips.

“I love you, baby. So damn much. I've known it since the day you walked into my life. It was love at first sight. You’re it for me, Cooper. My entire world.”

The romantic in me preens at how well I managed to deliver those words without my voice cracking, the emotion inside me bubbling to the point of explosion. A tear escapes Cooper’s left eye and I lick it up, loving the salty taste of him on my tongue.

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