𝑬𝒖•𝒑𝒉𝒐•𝒓𝒊•𝒂

C H A P T E R F I V E

𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀
𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊
01x03
part two

Karlson's back hit the cold brick wall harder than he expected, the rough surface biting into his skin. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, his mind spinning from everything that had just happened. Nate's body was pressed up against his, solid and unyielding, trapping him in place. The parking lot around them felt distant, like it had fallen away completely, leaving just the two of them, caught in a violent, twisted dance neither of them could control.

And then the phone in Karlson's pocket broke through the tension like a knife, sharp and insistent. Nate's eyes flicked down for a moment, his expression darkening as the buzzing continued. Before Karlson could reach for it, Nate's hand was already there, quick and deliberate. He yanked the phone out of Karlson's pocket with a kind of rough impatience that sent a jolt through Karlson's body. Nate glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening as he read the name Dad.

Karlson's stomach lurched. His dad was outside, waiting, probably sitting in the car, expecting to pick him up any second now. But that felt a million miles away from where he stood, pinned beneath Nate's weight, feeling the air grow thicker with each passing second.

Nate's eyes flicked up, meeting Karlson's gaze with a dark, almost predatory glint. Slowly, a wicked smile curled on his lips. Without a word, he shoved the phone into Karlson's chest, pressing it there like a dare, his face inches from Karlson's own. "It's your dad," Nate murmured, his voice low, smooth, and filled with something dangerous.

"Answer it." Nate said, but his voice wasn't a request. It was a command.

Karlson's hands shook as he took the phone, his fingers trembling around it. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath, but Nate didn't move. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Karlson's neck, his lips brushing Karlson's ear as he whispered,

"Tell him you'll get home later. And don't fuck it up."

Before Karlson could fully register what was happening, Nate's mouth latched onto his neck hot, rough, and unrelenting. Nate sucked hard, his teeth grazing the skin as his hand slid down to Karlson's waist, pulling him closer, holding him in place.

Karlson's body froze, his mind going blank as Nate's lips moved against his neck, biting down, sucking harder. The sharp, painful pleasure of it ripped through him, making his knees weak, his thoughts scattered. His phone buzzed again in his hand.

"Answer it!" Nate growled against his skin, the vibration of his voice sending another shudder down Karlson's spine.

With shaky hands, Karlson swiped the screen, lifting the phone to his ear, his voice catching in his throat. His dad's voice came through the other end, warm, concerned, oblivious.

"Hey, bud. I'm outside. You coming?"

Karlson barely heard him. All he could focus on was the way Nate's mouth was moving along his neck, the way he was sucking harder now, his teeth digging into Karlson's skin like he was marking him, like he was claiming him. His body felt like it was on fire, a strange mix of fear and something darker, something that twisted deep inside him, coiling tighter with every second Nate's lips stayed on him.

"I—uh," Karlson stammered, his voice shaking. Nate bit down again, harder this time, and Karlson's breath hitched, a gasp escaping him before he could stop it.