Marked With Deception (ereri)

Chapter Three

~Eren's POV~

My eyelids slowly opened the next morning to find me laying across the living room floor. My face was centimeters away from the revolting garbage that covered ninety percent of his house. Scrambling to get up on my feet, I glanced over to see Hannes snoring in the couch. 

"Why the fuck did I sleep in this dump? I could've just gone home after we fucked," I muttered to myself in annoyance as I grabbed my clothes the blonde buff had stripped from my body, "Wait...he's gotta have a shower somewhere in this foul place."

Balling up my clothes in my arms, I followed the hallways of his house. There was a small room with a stand in shower which was exactly what I needed. Given I was already naked, I turned on the water until it was a lukewarm temperature. 

Two showers in a row for me was like equivalent to probably some white girl's parents buying them three hundred dollars worth of shit from Sephora. This is luxury. 

The water ran down my aching body as my mind soon relaxed to a calmer state. That is, until I felt a sharp pain resonating in my back. Collapsing on the ground, I let out a agonizing groan. Every muscle felt stunned and unable to move. Never had I known the aftermath to fucking like this was...this!

I've known I was gay for God knows how long, but I just don't have the urge to tell others. Not even my closest friends.

"Your back hurts?" A voice questioned from behind me.

Turning my head with all my strength, I noticed Hannes standing behind me trying to hold in his laughter. The man's bedhead was worse than mine and he had already redressed himself in his sweatpants without the need to shower.

"I got some Advil if you want some?" He offered while searching through the shelf compartment behind the mirror. Sliding open the glass door, he handed me two pills for me to pop. 

Throwing them into the back of my throat and gulping the shower water, I swallowed the tablets to ease the pain. Hannes rested in the doorway as he watched me get up from the ground. It was like a show to him; the way he observed me struggling to move the bar of soap in my fragile state.

"Okay kid, I've gotta head out, it's like a quarter to three. You're mon-"

My body stopped all movements when I listened to the time he had told me. I have to fucking babysit in fifteen minutes.

Interrupting his words, I slammed the glass door open to throw on my clothes with water still dripping down my limbs, "Hannes! I need your help! Can you drive me somewhere! I have a babysitting job at three, I didn't realize the time!" 

"Fuck that!" He replied as he turned his back. 

Running out of options, my mind clicked with a clever idea, "But Hannes!" I spoke in a childish tone, "I'm an underaged boy...You could get in trouble if someone found out that you...raped me."

We both know he didn't rape me. For the first five minutes I definitely hated it, but then I just did whatever he wanted—blow job, cowgirl, doggy style—his energy lasted longer than I'd expected. But if I were to snitch, he'd be considered the pedophile in this crime because he's the adult. The life drained from his eyes as he turned his body around frantically trying to figure out what to say.

"Just drive me, give me my money, and our secret is safe," I simplified the solution for his brain.

He nodded urgently before hurrying out the bathroom. Giving a soft laugh, I finished redressing myself and followed behind him.

His car sat at the end of the driveway, it was a dirty tan color and was rather older. 

"So where do you wanna go?" He asked in a passive aggressive tone.