Setting Fire to the Stars (mxm)

Chapter 12: Temptation [M]

**(Note: This chapter contains sexual themes that may be inappropriate for young readers including minor sexual content, forced drug use, physical violence, and profanity. Age +18 Reader discretion advised.)**

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Lauren
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A wave of déjà vu swept over me as I stared up at the dark gray ceiling. Thunder rolled as lightning flashed from the dark depths beyond my window.

Confused about where I was, I attempted to roll onto my side, only to release a sharp hiss as a stabbing pain shot through my chest. My entire body ached as though I had taken a swim in barbed wire, then worst of the pain centered on my right side. I brought my fingers up to prod at the tender area of my ribs.

"Shit—ow ow!"

I winced as my hand fell from my sore flesh. The pounding of blood in my ears grew louder as I inhaled a shaky breath. Forcing myself upright, I snuck a tentative glance down at my aching abdomen and an unintelligent whimper fell from my lips. My ribs were colored a frightening shade of dark purple, standing out against my pale skin. It looked like someone had sloppily tattooed smears of grape jelly onto my chest.

It was then that I noticed that there was another presence in the room with me.

Whipping my head around, I released a tense sigh of relief to see Peter reclining in the same leather chair that I had slept in yesterday. His eyes, which normally contained the wrath of the seas, were closed. His sharp jaw was slack, giving him a more gentle look than the usual brooding mask he wore. His unforgiving lips, which were normally twisted down in a frown, met together gently like lovers. A black v-neck covered his muscular torso while a pair of grey jeans hugged his thighs snuggly.

He looked more relaxed than I'd ever seen him. It wasn't my first time seeing him asleep but I spared myself a moment to appreciate his handsome face. Strands of his dark hair swept into his eyes, giving him the sex-god appearance that may or may not have fantasized about. My gaze lingered on his toned pectorals before trailing down to where his shirt had risen to reveal his immaculate six-pack, the ones I'd caught a glimpse of back in the bedroom a few days ago. Very, very slowly, my eyes fell to the deep 'V' of his hips.

God, I'd like to take a bite out of those.

The thought crossed my mind just as my eyes delved into the slight treasure trail leading into his pants.

Wonder how big he is-

Heat rocketed through me and I ceased my train of thought before any more dirty fantasies could enter my mind. If I didn't, I was going to have something else to worry about other than my injuries.

Unfortunately, my fears were soon realized as a sinful burning sensation crawled down my body, working wickedly to the part of me already straining against my jeans. Capturing my lip between my teeth, I pulled the blankets tighter around my lower body.

He couldn't know. It would ruin everything. Although Peter and I had just barely started trying to be friends again, the idea that that he could always revert to bullying me hung over my head. Though regardless of what I thought, my body was obviously interested in more than just friendship.

Knowing I couldn't stay like this, I hastily threw the covers off my body and tried to make a run for the bathroom. My efforts were in vain. I didn't even make it to the stairs.