Connecting Threads.

CHAPTER TWO:ART GALLERY.

(double the update. Double the fun.)

Xavier all but rammed into the woman's wet hole causing her to release a moan. He had his hand around her throat,so they mostly came out as whimpers. Her hole was tight. When Xavier talked about release, This was what he meant, long and tiring sex.

Her lips were glossy, he lovely long hair clinging to her forehead and shoulders from how sweaty she had gotten. They had been at it since Aaron left and honestly Xavier was too pant up so he decided to call up on one of his night stands. Lilian was pretty and had gorgeous boobs and a very plump ass. Her skin glistened the more Xavier rammed into her, her moans music to Xavier's ears. Fuck, He Loved Women.

Xavier leaned down to the woman taking in one of her nipples. He sucked on it biting on it to tease her. He circled her nipple with his tongue and then sucking on it. Lilian all but moaned, each one louder than the last and they all excited Xavier. He wanted to keep going. He wanted to please her MORE. He wanted Lilian to call out only his name. He went but drove inside of her the more,moving faster than he did before even he himself began grunting. This felt so fucken amazing. Xavier was in a high.

But God seemed to had abandoned Xavier, leaving his mind to conjure up images of Xander and Ian in a way that made his skin crawl. He couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust as he abruptly withdrew from the woman he was with. What the fuck happened?his mind reeling in confusion.

He quickly asked Lilian to leave, her departure a mix of annoyance and indifference. She knew she wasn't the only woman in Xavier's life, and his sudden change in behavior only reinforced that notion. Earlier, she had tried to kiss him, but he had turned his cheek, avoiding her lips. Xavier had no issue sleeping with multiple women, but kissing was a different story.

It felt hollow, a gesture reserved for someone he truly cared about. And right now, his heart belonged to someone else. Xavier hastily retreated to the shower, seeking solace under the cascading water. As he lay on his bed, his phone buzzed again, a notification popping up to remind him of the turmoil brewing in his mind.

Group of four.

Ian.
- Hey guys. Xan is a little preoccupied right now so he wanted me to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the opening of his art gallery here in Boston.

Aaron.
- sure! I'll clear up my schedule, when's the opening?

Ian.
- Tomorrow night. Wear anything you want. Will you be coming as well Xavier?

Xavier.
- Sure. I wouldn't miss it.

Xavier's emotions were in turmoil after receiving the invitation to Xander's art gallery, Eclipse, for the following night. He was torn between not wanting to disappoint his friend and the unsettling thoughts that had been plaguing him since his encounter with Lilian.

The mere idea of facing Xander and his boyfriend, Ian, made his skin crawl, as if their presence had awakened a deep-seated unease within him. Xavier's frustration grew as he realized that Xander and Ian were disrupting his carefully constructed facade, throwing him off balance in ways he couldn't understand or control.

The next day arrived with unsettling swiftness, leaving Xavier feeling like he was at the mercy of fate. His mind wandered incessantly at work, making it impossible to focus on the endless, soul-crushingly dull meetings. His thoughts drifted back to Xander and Ian, the same faces that had haunted his fantasies. It was as if his subconscious had developed a fixation on them, throwing him off his usual game. Xavier struggled to comprehend the hold they had on his mind.