Caught in Spider's Web (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

A/N: Hello beautiful people! Sorry for the long wait. In my defence, it has been super cold in the past days in Northern England that I just couldn't write. Comment if you live in Northern England too and have been tormented by the cruel weather like me.

    By the way, there's a scene that involved partly-nonconsensual sex. If it's not your thing, then please don't continue reading once you've reached Riley's POV.

    Happy reading!

    Blaine and his fluffy white hair->

    "Should we call it a night?"

    Anders ambushes me out of nowhere while I'm getting my third plate of mini hamburgers. I've been avoiding him for the past hour, knowing that he's been slowly getting restless of Ethan's surprise party and he must be wanting to go home.

    "Geez, Anders. How old are you? Twelve? The night is still young!" I answer as I shove another hamburger into my mouth.

    Anders stares at my mouth with a weird expression before he says dryly, "It's 2 A.M. I know that you may be enjoying your new role as a housewife, but I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 10 A.M."

    "But... but... the party is not over yet. It will be impolite if we go home now," I say lamely.

    "It will be in ten minutes. Just look at Ethan."

    He's right. Ethan looks like he's five minutes away from sending away all people in his house. It's apparent that he can't wait any more until it's only him and Riley.

    Poor Riley. I pity him. Since he sang Cell Block Tango, Ethan has been eyeing him as if he wants to undress him right here right now if only there weren't other people in the room. Actually, I saw Ethan slipped his hand under Riley's shirt half an hour ago, but Riley slapped his hand away vehemently, making Ethan looked like a kicked puppy.

    "Come on. Let's say goodbye to Ethan and Riley before we go home." Anders drags me to the sofa where Ethan and Riley sit.

    "Ugh, fine, grandpa."

    "Does your grandpa want to fuck you over and over again?"

    Anders questions makes me sputter and bits of hamburgers fly out from my mouth. "What the hell, Anders? No sane grandpas want to screw their grandchildren!"

    "Don't compare me with your grandpa, then. He doesn't know what kind of hardship that I'm facing."

    "Um, excuse me. Aren't you a very privileged were that has everything? What kind of hardship that you possibly have? Besides, my grandpa fought in World War II, you idiot."

    I never thought that I would talk about my grandfather with Anders Thorpe, but here I am. Now I finally understand the saying, 'nothing is impossible'. This is not the kind of miracle that I hoped for, though.

    "Well, your grandpa doesn't want to fuck his mate and get rejected. Trust me, nothing is more painful than being cockblocked by your own mate." He explains in a fake cheerful tone while sending me an unimpressed look. As if it's my fault that he hasn't got any actions with his mate. He hasn't even found his mate yet, for God's sake!

    "And that's my fault? How come?" I huff with a protest. Anders looks at me with disbelief, as if I'm a lost cause and he can't believe that he's stuck with me.

    I'm saved from any further conversation with him as we reach the sofa where Ethan and Riley sit, preoccupied with tonsil hockey.

    "Ehem, kids, Blaine and I are going home," Anders gives a small cough to interrupt Ethan and Riley's make out session, "Don't forget to use protection. I'm not ready yet to see mini Ethan and Riley running around."