Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 23

"Brandon?" I asked and he walked towards me.

I stood up and his arms encircled me in a tight hug. "Where have you been?" I cried, "I waited for you."

Brandon didn't say a word. He looked down, guilty if I may say. Lifting my head up from his chest, I said: "Wasn't I worth looking for? Wasn't I worth the effort?"

"I am here now." He said. His voice was strange, but maybe it's because I didn't hear it for a while now, "I found you."

I hadn't seen him for days and I was struck anew by his good looks. He had been an attractive youth, tall, rather ungainly, with a thatch of brown hair.

Carried his height with easy self-assurance and the blue eyes - which he knew so well how to use - held a basic wariness.

His hair, frosted now with red hues, was still thick with an unruliness. It added to the attractiveness, hinting at an untamed individuality which was far removed from the tedium of conventional male good looks.

He looked almost different, but I brushed the thought off when he roughly connected our lips.

My hands hungrily ran on his back pulling him closer, savoring his touch.

How I missed this.

In one quick second, the fabric I was wearing was on the floor and I found my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding my back and legs working their way to the bed.

He lied me on my back as he matched my body's form. Brandon's hands venture over my body, exploring without breaking our kiss.

We pulled apart and opened our eyes. I stared at him, deep into each other's eyes. I was full of wonder and love, Brandon was full of curiosity and passion.

No words were spoken but a story worthy of us is communicated.

He leaned in softly kissing up and down my neck and I let out little whimpers of anticipation.

He worked his way back to my lips. As we kissed I rolled him over and lied on top of his strong, muscular body. It was my turn to run my lips up his neck and land a loving and intense kiss on his smooth lips.

I smiled hearing a soft moan escape his lips so I broke the kiss and looked at his face suddenly change to someone else's.

Analyzing Andrew's facial features, my hands pushed against his hard chest but he was quicker and heartlessly captured my wrists.

A smirk appeared on his face, "why did we stop, honey?"

I cringed at his use of the word honey.

"Blake!" I yelled and Andrew rolled on top of me, pushing me down. My legs were fixed by his weight and arms outstretched to the back.

"I came here to take you back, and I'm not leaving empty handed."

"I can't even make my bed! I'm useless, let me go," I screamed but he laughed, "I'll let you go once I get Brandon."

"Dude," I looked at him with a serious and courageous look, "you like boys?"

His eyes widened as he wasn't expecting question and I added, "I'm not homophobic, but I did not-" he cut me off, "stop, you talk a lot."

In one quick motion, I was on his shoulder, my hands desperately hitting his back and legs furiously moving around but he got a hold of them.

His eyes met mine with so much anger and madness when he pinned me down on the bed, my wrists uncomfortably resting on my thighs.

"Blake!" I yelled again and Brandon suddenly appeared. I barely caught sight of him as he grabbed the man off of me, throwing him on the hard floor.

Andrew helped himself up, a devilish grin on his lips, "Brandon," he said spitting out the blood that fell from his mouth.

Brandon threw a punch but Andrew caught it in time blocking the attack. Instead, he twisted his arm and threw him on the floor. Kicking him in the chest, he looked down at him smugly, "you're weak as fuck."

Brandon grabbed his leg that pressed down on his ribs and twisted the ankle, smirking at the angry growl Andrew let out.

I hid behind the bed, carefully watching them roll over each other, throwing punches everywhere.

I only knew my eyes are still there because I could feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for.

I saw Jace standing jaw dropped in the door's frame, then his eyes drifted to mine. He shot me a smile and jumped on Andrew's back, joining the fight.

There was blood everywhere, it was horribly disgusting but I was in no position to complain. It was obvious that Andrew was going to die and that was something I wanted to witness.

Brandon's hands held Andrew's body and threw him outside the room with a loud bang. I heard the noise of cracking stairs meaning that Andrew was falling downstairs.

"What the fuck is that?" Blake yelled from the kitchen and I ran behind the boys once sure that it's safe. He was standing with grocery packs in his hands and eyes wide open, "I leave for one hour and this happens!"

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