Hearts Out of Bounds

Chapter 11: Moment Of Heartbreak

The sun began its slow descent as Clint stirred from his sleep, the sound of his stepbrother CJ's unmistakable laugh echoing through the mansion. CJ had arrived earlier than expected, claiming he needed a break and was ready to stir up some excitement. Clint groaned internally. CJ was known for his playful, almost villainous nature, always drawn to chaos. And now that Clint was in a relationship with JC, he could only imagine what CJ had planned.

As CJ entered the room, he threw a mischievous grin in Clint's direction. "You and JC, huh? About time. But you know, little bro, I always knew you'd be the first to settle down." His tone was teasing, but Clint could sense something more behind those words. CJ had a way of twisting situations to his advantage.

"I don't know what you're up to, CJ, but don't even think about messing with this," Clint warned, sitting up and stretching.

CJ raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, relax. How about we throw a little party instead? Something fun. No tricks, I promise."

Clint hesitated, not quite trusting his stepbrother but knowing that refusing would only lead to more trouble. "Fine, but not here. We can rent a place, have some drinks, keep it chill."

CJ smirked. "Sounds like a plan."

Later that evening, the rented party house was filled with music and laughter as everyone gathered. Harold and Claude arrived together, hand in hand, while Clint drove to pick up JC. When they entered the house, CJ's eyes gleamed as he noticed the couple. He greeted them with a charming smile, but there was something predatory in the way he glanced between them. His attention quickly shifted to Harold, a familiar smirk curling on his lips.

CJ leaned close to Harold, his voice smooth. "Harold, it's been a while. Remember those old days when I used to tease you? Looks like you finally found yourself a catch."

Harold chuckled, unaware of the tension that hung in the air. "Yeah, Claude's the best. Everything's perfect now."

CJ's gaze flickered to Claude, who stood quietly beside Harold, but his subtle glances at JC hadn't gone unnoticed. CJ's grin widened as he saw an opportunity for some mischief. "Is it though?" he murmured, watching Claude's face as his eyes lingered on JC a second too long.

CJ's teasing tone grew more pointed as he and Claude slipped away to the kitchen under the guise of grabbing more drinks. Once they were alone, CJ leaned against the counter, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You're a lucky guy, Claude," CJ said, his voice smooth and low. "Harold's so obsessed with you. But, from the way you look at JC, it seems like your heart isn't exactly where it should be."

Claude stiffened, his expression guarded. "What are you talking about? Harold and I are happy."

CJ raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Sure, but happiness can be complicated, can't it? Especially when the person you're really into is with someone else."

Claude opened his mouth to deny it, but the words stuck in his throat. CJ's relentless teasing was hitting too close to home. He could feel his chest tighten at the mention of JC, the feelings he had tried to suppress now bubbling to the surface. CJ leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Why keep pretending, Claude? You've got feelings for JC, and everyone but Harold can see it. Take a risk. Go after what you want."

CJ's words lingered as he poured Claude another drink, the alcohol loosening his resolve. Soon, everyone was drinking, laughing, and letting loose in the party house. But CJ's plan was already in motion. He spiked JC's drink, making sure no one noticed as the night continued.

As the party wore on, CJ found a way to distract Clint, convincing him to drive with him to pick up more drinks. Meanwhile, Claude noticed JC starting to feel the effects of the alcohol—more than usual. JC leaned heavily on Claude, his words slurred and his body swaying. Concerned, Claude helped him to one of the empty rooms to let him rest.

Inside the dimly lit room, JC collapsed onto the bed, his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes making Claude's heart race. As JC lay there, vulnerable, Claude's suppressed feelings surged forward with an intensity he couldn't control. He watched as JC's chest rose and fell with each breath, his lips slightly parted, red and inviting.

Claude knew he shouldn't. He had Harold. But the sight of JC, so close and yet so unattainable, was too much. He leaned down, his lips brushing against JC's softly. JC stirred, his eyes fluttering open but still clouded by alcohol. He murmured Clint's name, mistaking Claude for his boyfriend.

But Claude couldn't stop. The taste of JC's lips, the warmth of his skin—it ignited something deep within him. He kissed JC again, deeper this time, his hands moving down to undress him. JC, lost in his drunken haze, responded, thinking it was Clint's touch he was feeling.

Claude's hands roamed over JC's body, his kisses growing more fervent as he undressed him fully. His lips found JC's chest, trailing kisses down to his nipples, which he teased gently with his tongue. JC moaned, the sound making Claude's desire surge.

Lost in the moment, Claude's kisses traveled lower until he reached JC's most sensitive spot. His tongue teased and licked, JC's body arching with pleasure as soft moans escaped his lips. Even in his state, JC was responsive, his body betraying his arousal.

Claude couldn't hold back anymore. He positioned himself, lifting JC's legs apart as he licked and prepped him, driving JC further into a state of ecstasy. With each touch, each kiss, Claude felt more connected to JC, even though he knew this was wrong.

Their bodies moved together, the intensity building until they both reached their climax. Claude groaned, burying himself deeper as JC's moans grew louder, calling out Clint's name once again. The realization that JC wasn't truly his didn't stop Claude from savoring the moment, his emotions too tangled in his desire to stop.

When CJ and Clint returned, Harold was already gone, unable to find Claude or JC. CJ unlocked the door to the bedroom, smirking as they entered. The sight that greeted them froze Clint in place.

There, on the bed, lay JC and Claude, naked and tangled together in the aftermath of their forbidden encounter.

Clint's heart shattered in an instant.