Falling for the Golden Boy

Chapter 14

Killian's POV

Bright light flashing in his face made his eyes snap open but it was only Carson on his phone, with the brightness all the way up.

"What time is it?" He groaned, about to roll over when a sharp pain shot up his ass, making him hiss in pain. The events of- Was it earlier that night? It was hard to tell with Carson's black out curtains, the room constantly looking like the middle of the night.  They came back to him in bits and he blushed at the memories. After everything, he never thought he would be here, laying next to Carson in his bed, nothing but the sheets covering him. It was what he had told himself he would never allow himself to do, even if it was what he thought about since tenth grade. The only reason he gave up his friendship with Carson in the first place and joined the football team, to rid himself of the thoughts he got whenever he was near the blue eyed bad boy. Even if his efforts were futile and only succeeded in ruining everything he had with Carson, and shredding the last bit of his humanity in the process. Why Carson even let him back in his life, why he kissed him and... Did everything that happened earlier, was beyond Killian's understanding. 

Carson glanced up. "2am."

Killian picked up a pillow, placing out over his face. "Why the fuck are you up? And do you need your brightness up that much?"

Carson said nothing, eyes glued to his phone screen. Slowly, Killian sat up and leaned over his shoulder. 

Carson snatched his phone back with a glare, causing Killian to blink in surprise. "Was that a book?" 

"So what if it was?" Carson snapped.

"I didn't know you liked reading." Killian murmured.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

Killian frowned. "Why are you so angry?"

Carson sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't-" He paused, seeming at a loss for words. "I don't do this." He waved his arms.

"You don't sleep?" Killian asked, confused.

Carson let out a frustrated breath. "I don't cuddle after sex and my one night stands sure as hell don't spend the night, when it's done, it's just done, they leave and we go our merry ways. Now, you're here and you're trying to talk, get to know me and I just don't do that."

Killian tried to wrap his mind around Carson's words, try to understand where he was coming from but all he could think about was how he just called him a one night stand. Was that what this was? There was a sinking feeling in his chest. 

Carson was his sexual awakening, the first male he had ever looked at in a more than friendship kind of way and maybe he didn't deserve more but his first time... He had always thought it would be special. He didn't even stop to think that maybe Carson never even liked him in the first place and it was only ever a physical attraction. 

Slowly, Killian pulled himself from the bed, careful to stay under the sheet as he rummaged around for his pants and shirt.

"What are you doing?"

He glanced behind him. Carson was watching him, face carefully void of emotion. "You want me to leave so that's what I'm doing."

He found his underwear and pants, slipping them on. Where the fuck did his shirt go? 

"Don't be ridiculous. It's almost three in the morning." Said Carson. 

He ignored him, reaching under the bed in case his shirt was somehow under it. 

He heard the bed creak and assumed Carson had laid back down. He continued searching for his shirt, moving his hand across the carpet- "Ah!" He gasped as arms wrapped around his waist.

"Come back to bed, Killian."

His breathing hitched, the feeling of Carson's lips gently grazing his ear making him shiver. But a sudden surge of anger had him pushing away. "You want me to leave, you want me to stay, which is it? You know how I feel and I know I don't deserve for you to return my feelings after everything I did to you but please don't play with me. I risked a lot by coming here, if my parents knew-" 

Suddenly, Carson was gripping his face, their lips crashing together. When they pulled back, the first thing that came out of his mouth was "What was that?"

Carson smirked. "Surely you know what a kiss is."

Killian rolled his eyes, managing to regain an ounce of his composure. "But why?"

"I thought that was obvious."

Killian waited.

"Stay."

His heart skipped a beat. He knew what it cost Carson to say that. To open up, even a little. 

They got back in Carson's bed but Killian found himself unable to sleep. He poked Carson's back, getting a grunt in response.

"I'm hungry," he said.

Carson rolled around to face him. "It's not even 4 yet."

Killian pouted causing Carson to roll his eyes but slip the sheets back. He followed him to the kitchen where they were met with empty cupboards and a fridge with beer as its only content. 

"I'm sorry," Carson sighed. "I forgot we didn't really have food."

"I know something else I could have to fill my appetite," he pressed himself against Carson, wrapping his arms around his neck. He heard Carson's breath hitch as he rubbed his erection against him. 

For once, Carson didn't have a response, giving into the desire that Killian saw so clearly in his eyes. 

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He ended up staying at Carson's since that night, leaving only to go to school and pick up food to fill Carson's kitchen with the allowance his dad sent him. He was pretty sure they paid him just to keep him busy, so he wasn't around bothering them. 

It was Friday evening, he was curled on Carson's lap on the couch watching a movie when the buzzer rang. Frowning, Carson got up and made his way to the intercom. Killian couldn't hear the conversation from where he was but he could tell when Carson was getting angry. 

He went over to see what was happening and Carson was just leaving the intercom when there was knocking on the door. 

"Who is it?" Killian asked.

Carson shook his head but when the knocking persisted, he went over and threw the door open. Killian froze at the sight of Ben Marshall standing on the other side.