Jayden is an openly gay man, Grayson is a closeted 'straight' man.
Grayson struggles admitting his sexuality as a bisexual man. For the first time, Grayson has caught feelings for another man, named Jayden, which ends up leading the two lovers to c...
All three of us freeze in place unsure of what to do or say next. "Anna?" Grayson whispers under his breath. She looks at the two of us with a disbelief look on her face. Without saying a word, she turns back around and sprints straight out the door. "Anna wait! It's not-" Grayson yells, getting off of me and rushing to chase after her. Unfortunately for him, Anna slams the door in his face right before Grayson could catch up to her. Which was probably for the best because- well... he's fully exposed.
He aggressively runs his fingers though his hair. "This is never happening again!" He exclaims as he violently picks up his clothes from the floor. "I wasn't counting on it" I reply. "Stay the fuck away from me!" Grayson points at me and then storms back upstairs to his room.
I remain to lay here on the sofa. Unable to sort out my emotions and thoughts running through my head. The amount of guilt rushing inside my body is overwhelming. Not just because of the whole Anna situation, but also for the simple fact that I had sex with Grayson... AGAIN! Especially after I swore that I was over him. To make it worse, I'm already talking to someone new. Bryce and I have been getting along well lately, and Grayson just had to come and ruin it all for me. It almost feels as if he did it on purpose just so he can be the only thing on my mind. That bastard. Another one of the hundred reasons why I hate him so much.
Why did I even allow him to fuck me?? God, I'm so stupid. I regret it so much because I can't get the way Grayson felt inside of me out of my mind. The way he gripped my hips and tugged at my hair while thrusting inside me. While at the same time... I don't regret it at all. For the longest time, I've been trying to convince myself that I hated Grayson and that I'm completely over him. But now- I'm more confused than ever. It makes me frustrated just thinking about it. Why did I even go along with it? Why didn't I stop him? Why did he even have sex with me in the first place? He hates me. And I hate him.
Grayson's POV
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Goddamnit. That was a shit show if I've ever seen one. The world is telling me that I should stop having feelings for Jayden. It seems like every time he and I hook up, something always has to go wrong. Which ends up leaving me feeling like a piece of shit afterward. Guess this is a sign that I should move on from Jayden once in for all. And I was. I was doing so good trying to keep my distance from him and giving him a cold expression every time we interacted. I don't why I completely lost control today. I feel like slapping myself.
Seeing Jayden texting some other guy made me lose character, that's all. It triggered a feeling in my body that I haven't felt in a while. I felt... angry. But- not pure anger. It felt different than those times Jayden would purposely leave my bedroom door wide open every time he entered to get something from my room, or the times he would so happen to blast Melanie Martinez or Olivia Rodrigo on his speakers every single time I planned on sleeping at a healthy hour. Not that type of anger. It felt more like... like... Ugh, whatever, It doesn't fucking matter anymore. All I can do now is move on past it and remember to control my tempter better next time.
Jayden has moved on from me and I have too. I just need to keep telling myself that I moved on from him until I believe it. Until I no longer have these stupid feelings for him. I just have to keep doing what I've been doing.
Though keeping my distance from him and having these constant battles with each other isn't cutting it anymore. I need to do something that'll distract my mind from him. And thankfully I know just what to do...
Jayden's POV
Hours have passed by and I and Grayson have yet to make any sort of contact with each other since. I go back to texting Bryce and having our flirty back-and-forth conversation with each other. Trying to ignore the obvious elephant in the room which is Grayson interfering with our relationship. Bryce doesn't know about Grayson, nor about my shameful actions that I did with him a couple of hours ago. I'd prefer to keep it a secret than ruin what Bryce and I have. Or at least- what Bryce and I could have.
Speaking of keeping secrets. Kristal and I are up in my room creating our pride outfits that we're going to wear at the pride parade that they host every year in Hollywood. If we're lucky, maybe we'll also run into some celebrities that'll also be there. Kristal and I have been discussing on which celebrity are actually going to attend. My hopes are for Lady Gaga or Lil Naz X. I know my standards may be a little too high but then again, its Hollywood! Anyone can show up.
We're laying on my bedroom floor with our legs swinging up in the air, pinning random pride pins on our blue jean overalls that Kristal bought for us at the mall. I have yet to tell her about what happened earlier today with Grayson cause I know she's going to make a big deal about it. I tell her almost everything about my life, so hiding this from her feels almost illegal. Though I can't help but get the feeling that she's already suspicious of me. She always knows when there's something wrong no matter how hard I try to hide it.
Or probably it's because I've limping all day today and I told her it's because I stump my toe. Which is a believable story... right?
"So how's it going with Bryce? Did he finally show you his dick yet?" Kristal blurs out in such a casual manner. "Wha-?! No-" Loud upbeat music begins blasting downstairs in the living room unexpectedly which startled both of us. We both look at each other with confused expressions on our faces then silently agreed to go check out what was going on downstairs. But it only led us to more confusion.
When we get downstairs we are greeted with brightly colored flashing lights beaming in all directions. The living room is filled with a bunch of strangers all dancing and partying away. It feels like we've just stepped into a different dimension of how unrecognizable the place looked. I don't know how all this came to be, but all I do know is that this has to be Grayson's doing.
