CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 30 (18+) [Revised]

Slight 18+. Look for the lines of asterisks if you want to skip it. I'll make sure you dont miss any details if you do.

Tycho Black.

LIFE FEELS SIMPLE, AND I THINK THAT'S BECAUSE SOMETHING FINALLY CLICKED INTO PLACE. The weather's turning colder and starting to cover the city in snow. My head's getting clearer as the days pass. I hate myself less and less.

I'm in a better position in football and at home. I settle into a routine. I have breakfast with Alexei, Riley, and Mr. Mendoza. I go to class. I go to practice (where I no longer feel out of place), and then to games. Then, I go home and I greet Alexei the only way I know how. 

"Mf- fuck, Tycho--"

His hands are nestled deep in my hair, tugging at the roots. I grip his jaw in one hand to open his mouth wider, then slip my tongue inside. He moans again, his hips rolling forward into mine. The contact creates a buzzing sensation within my mind that I ignore. I decide I like the feeling, so I grind harder against him, snaking both hands under his hoodie and shirt to grip his hips as harshly. He's a mumbling mess at this point, and I prefer him this way. 

The skin on his neck and shoulders hasn't healed yet from the day before, or the day before that. I add more bruises anyway. At first I was worried that we'd be caught; that Riley or Mr. Mendoza would see the state Alexei's body was in and know what we had done. I was certain that they'd kill me if they found out, but Alexei told me something I didn't expect. 

Apparently, a perk of being in a relationship with more than one person was that when it came to physical attraction to other people, none of them really cared what each other did. It was the romantic part that mattered. They considered it cheating if any of them fell in love with someone else, but not if they had fun. That, and they were usually too busy to fuck, so they only did about once or twice a week.

If I'm honest, I didn't feel guilty at the thought of being a homewrecker. I know I should, but I was a terrible person anyway. Why not add one more reason as to why I am?

I attack Alexei with my mouth and slide my hands down to the backside of his jeans, where they slip underneath the denim to feel the warm skin hidden there. My jeans are too tight for their own good, making me resist the urge to take them off. Some part of me wanted to do everything with Alexei, but the thought of that was terrifying.

Alexei moaned my name, sinking his teeth into the exposed muscle between my shoulder and neck. The unexpected action hit my nerves hard and pain hit my brain, but for some reason, I didn't dislike it. The need to touch him almost doubled in urgency. I felt my hands twitch at the thought of touching the front of him, but that fear struck again. 

Alexei pulled away, and just like the other night, he hesitantly approached the waistband of my pants with his hand. By now, he knows my apprehensiveness about the area, but I had already given him more than enough permission to softly push my boundaries. That calmed the terror down and replaced it with excitement. I wanted to do more, and I knew that with his physical encouragement, I'd eventually be able to.

Creak.

The sudden noise made me push Alexei away with enough force to make him stumble back. He almost hit the wall because of the corner we were in, but I ignored it, sitting down at my desk. Alexei realized what the noise was a little too late, but managed to pull up his jeans and flatten his hair before my bedroom door was pushed open.

Riley's head poked into the room, peering at us with confusion. I looked up at him after setting down the pencil I had picked up before he entered the room. I glanced at Alexei, who looked sheepish, sending him a silent plead.