Damaged Goods (MxM - BOOK FIVE)

Chapter Four

He left Emily and his mother to settle in, and pulled the door to his childhood home shut behind him. He was aware now more than ever that he was finally leaving home behind, and he actually felt lighter.

If Emily was a good boarder he'd just successfully found someone to keep his mother company, which meant he could stop feeling guilty about avoiding her.

Of course, he was still lying to her about being friends with a homosexual, so that continued to weigh on his conscience. Especially after her reaction towards Dimitri, and her assumptions had been unconfirmed.

He couldn't bare to see his mother treat Jack that way. Even if he wasn't Jack's biggest fan right now.

He was halfway to his car when he saw a muscled leg hanging out of the open passenger door and remembered what happened at the terrace house just moments before Emily interrupted them.

Dimitri had admitted to wanting to sleep with him.

No. Not sleep. Dimitri had admitted to wanting to fuck him. He was certain of it.

He'd managed to compartmentalise it in his rush to try and find Emily somewhere to live (and his mother someone to live with), but now that that was behind him, this was ahead of him, and he needed to deal with it.

He was straight. Yes, he loved Jack, but he was not looking for another relationship like the one he'd had with Jack, and certainly not with his new roommate.

He walked confidently up to his car, opened the driver side door and climbed in.

He didn't like the way Dimitri was smirking at him when he closed the door. The Personal Trainer was still lounging with his legs out the door and had his phone in his hand and seemed to have been caught mid-selfie.

And yes, he'd lifted his shirt up again to display his abs.

Tyler cleared his throat to prevent the comment he began to growl.

"Are you comfortable?" He ended up asking tartly.

"Had to lounge enough to show the badge on the seat," Dimitri grinned at him confidently letting his shirt fall and gesturing to the seatback, where the 'R8' badge was imprinted on the black leather.

Tyler rolled his eyes and pressed the ignition button. The car growled to life and Dimitri quickly swung his legs in, sitting up properly and pulling the door shut.

"I'm definitely getting one of these for my birthday," Dimitri added and Tyler looked to see him upload the selfie to his Instagram. He watched him scroll through his old photos checking out his likes and noticed a general theme of his selfies.

"Proud of your abs then?" He asked conversationally as he waited for a gap in the traffic to pull out of the carpark.

"You would too if you knew how hard they were to maintain," he responded without taking his eyes from the screen.

This guy was so into himself.

"You're one of those Personal Trainer's that works out while looking at yourself in the mirror, aren't you?" He deadpanned and took the next gap to peel out and into the throng headed back out of the city.

It was the middle of the afternoon which meant people who worked on the weekend were finishing for the day and Tyler groaned inwardly realising it was going to take them much longer to get back to the Terrace House than it had to get here.

"You'd know," Dimitri challenged him with a smirk, "you look like you've employed one fairly regularly?"

Tyler shook his head, "not really?"