Breaking the Rules [BoyxBoy]

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This is all so new
Seems too good to be true

Chapter 15 ~  Lightweight

Trey Carter

The moment I was aware of the fact that the sunlight seeping through my bedroom window was hitting my face, hindering me from getting any sleep, I stirred and slowly peeled my eyes open, being momentarily blinded by the bright sun rays. Turning onto my side, I prepared myself to greet Owen with a suiting remark, but my heart sunk to my knees when I saw the empty space beside me. "Fucking asshole," I mumbled. Silly me for thinking that he'd stick around. He probably felt disgusted by what we did, since he was oh-so-straight.

I turned to my bedside table to retrieve my cell phone, but I moved way too quickly because a sharp pain ripped up my spine, causing me to fall back onto the bed. "Just great," I said to myself as I checked my phone for any messages. The only people who bothered to contact me were my old teammates who always seemed to hang out, but I simply ignored them like I always did.

My head hurt, my ass hurt, and most importantly of all, my heart hurt. I was never one to be too concerned about who I lost my virginity to, but I had always imagined that I'd finally bottom for someone who was worth it. After the deep conversation that Owen and I had last night about his past and all the crazy things that this Lucifer character forced him to do, I fooled myself into thinking he was worth it. Well, it looked like the joke was on me!

Deciding to try again, I used every inch of my strength in my body to sit up straight, ignoring the pain. I dragged a lazy hand down my face and sighed heavily. As I sat there in solitude, I couldn't help but think about Scar and how he was doing. I didn't really know where our friendship stood after I had foolishly tried to kiss him, but I really hoped it wasn't over. My heart wouldn't be able to handle that.

Suddenly, my bathroom door creaked open and a familiar, nude, black-haired male slipped through the doorway, fully exposing himself to me. My heart jumped in my chest at his presence, but at the same time, I was sorta happy that he had decided to stay instead of bailing on me. "Wow, you're still here," I commented.

Owen scoffed. "Of course. I wasn't gonna leave until the Mexican lady made me breakfast."

"She's Peruvian."

He dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. "Whatever."

Tiny drops of water dotted his skin, indicating that he had just taken a shower, but my gaze was instantly glued to the lower part of his body. He hadn't bothered to cover himself and it didn't look like he was planning to. He looked slightly more impressive now that I could see him in the daytime.

Owen cleared his throat which made me snap my eyes back to his. He studied me for a long moment, then smiled. "God, you're so gay." He crossed the room to grab my towel and wrapped it around his waist.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, so are you. Should I remind you that you stuck your dick in my ass ... even if it was just for a few seconds ... still sounds pretty gay to me."

Owen didn't comment, nor did he send me a playful grin like he always did; instead, he turned his back to me and stared at one of the photographs on my computer desk—one of me and Scar when we were kids.

I covered myself with my sheets and crawled to the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"

He whipped around to look at me, his green eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Yeah," he answered a little too quickly to be convincing, "why wouldn't I be okay?"