Hedon

Hedon - Chapter 18

  Malachi hasn't had to deal with not having Caston around when it wasn't his own doing. It felt wrong. Waking up in the middle of the night to the absence of a motorcycle engine that preceded Caston's beautiful, bloody appearance.
  Seeing Jeremy was like seeing a version of Caston that he knows he'll never get to see.
  He was seeing a lot of him now because of the, now officially confirmed, relationship between Jeremy and his mom. He wasn't mad or upset about it in any way. He was glad that his mom found someone. He just hated that it was the love of his life's dad. And that they had been conspiring against the two of them since before they met. Okay...maybe he's a little upset about it.
  Since he didn't have real-life Caston to look at and help him pass the time, he often found himself reminiscing on his memories that contained the blue-eyed boy.
  The current picture painted on the back of his eyelids was possibly one of his favorites in hindsight.
  It was maybe the third or fourth time they hung out. Malachi was trying his best to talk about anything except the fact that he walked in on Caston touching himself a few days prior, so they ended up talking about a lot. He thinks it's the most transparent Caston has ever been with him. He often wonders if it's because he didn't think they'd know each other much longer.

  Malachi's body always woke him up early. He's used to going to school and then in the summer, his mom would always stop and say goodbye to him on her way to work, so he's trained now to be up with the sun every day.
  He found very few positive things about it as the years went on. First, he's always bored before noon, which usually means he ends up gaming all day. That brings him to the second point; he has no friends. He's never tried to keep friends since he fell out with the only two people he didn't despise hanging out with. Although he has fairly consistent connection with his football teammates, he wouldn't call them his friends. He plays football with them and he occasionally games with them, that's it.
  Alongside not having the energy or desire to keep friends, Malachi prefers to be antisocial in the summertime. He likes the three months to be blissfully calm, sunny, and not filled with people who make him feel things he doesn't want to.
  Just two weeks into summer, his streak was broken. He sighed up at his ceiling as he remembered the culprit. Fucking Caston.
  The stupidly attractive boy, whose black hair and blue eyes had to be fake. He wasn't sure why his mom always brought her clients over and expected Malachi to just accept them with open arms. Of all his mom's clients that he's met, though, Caston seems the least insufferable.
  He's met him only twice, but his personality is that of a wet rock and Malachi feels like it's something he could learn to tolerate.
  Something he couldn't tolerate, however, was the image of Caston that won't leave his mind. It's like his smirk and his hooded eyes are tattooed on his eyelids, so every time he closes his eyes, there's Caston, touching himself and moaning and breathing out Malachi's name.
  He jumped at the sound of his phone going off, his heart hitting his chest as if his mom walked in and caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing.
  Malachi rolled over and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand.

Caston Hill

dth?

                                                                       Dth??

down
to
hang
id say dtf but ik ur not

                                                 The way you text
                                         gives me a headache

so yes

                                         Not like I can say no
                                  You've already made up
                                  your mind, haven't you?