Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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Three months earlier, I saw Silas sucking faces with a girl in a party even though I told him not to because he's still in my grasp. After a month, I caught him banging a chick on the field's bleachers.

And so on. In spite of the rules I gave him, he didn't stop stabbing me on my back as frequent as it really was. Now, I started to crumble. I feel the pain etching on my throat. I wanted to shout over him, but what for? We don't have any relationship though, let alone we're both a sinners.

I missed his body underneath me, I missed his moans that pleases me every time he use it as my name. And yet... I can't let him kill me by jealousy, I can't let him do this over and over again. "I heard being you like this means you're stressed? Didn't know a rich dude like you would get stress." So this is Jaime. Since our semester's break started, I just stayed on working out. I even told Silas to get a vacation, or whatever he wants this upcoming December weeks. 

So I meet him. I'm not telling I'll replace my friends over him, they're irreplaceable. "You really are knowing me that further."

"So... You're talking about that straight... Who exactly the one who bottomed between you two? How's he?" Asked by him.

"Uh... I don't really know? Dude?" I replied with a rather disgusted look. "Why the hell are you bringing up that conversation with him?" If I'm sure, Silas was definitely inside his new house right now, happy, warmed, and not alone.

"Why not?"

What why not???!!!

"You seemed very worried and bothered about him. Why not?" He added. As much as I wanted to slip this through, I wanted to relieve myself from stresses.

"Well, he's a good guy though. He seemed dedicated towards aiming his dreams too, as well as raising his own siblings." I replied defeatedly. "And if you're asking why I liked him... He's a skilled worker. That's all, period."

"Worker? He worked for you? Or he worked with you?" I hate these questions, it's terrifying me even longer.

"I-I... I saw him work." My immediate snap. Jaime didn't spare me a glance after that, instead he fishes something on his pocket before forcefully throwing something on my chest.

"For your night. Liar."

Afterwards, I feel the faint heat in my veins. Why condom? What's the connection of these towards Silas? Regardless of wearing condoms, I can still make it through fucking him without having one. "Liar? What was that even mean?"

"Nothing. Bye!"

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My Christmas tonight will be boring. I really missed him. Should I go to their house? Join their celebration? Just one night... Just one. I can't keep denying him. Especially the sight of his legs.

I lie on my bed fully frustrated about myself. Yes, it's his fault why I ignore him all the time. As well as I fuck him without emotion. Honestly, there's something that sprouted in my heart already. The pain of jealousy he drops, gave me chills. I know it's not justifiable... But I'm me. No one had ever done this to me.

No one.

Ding Dong.

I came just by a second then open my door... And when I have finally swayed it... I saw him. Speaking of the devil. He wore a long turquoise colored coat, at the end of his collar was a brown fur. He paired it with a black ripped jeans, under it was a very white laced fila. His platinum hair gave his looks a different hints.

While his cheeks were flushed with coldness — just like his ears, Silas bowed his head slightly. "I-I... I wanted to do things again." He never asked for this... Never. Neither one of us moved. I close the door as if I don't care, but he stopped it. "I mean it..." He added in a way of being persuasive.

"I don't care. Leave before I can have the urge of firing you." I retorted flatly.

"Why?" The moment he said that... Flattered my heart. "I didn't do something..."

Yeah, you didn't because you don't feel how love works. One hundred percent. I'm slowly falling for a whore. "Get lost." I tried closing the door again, yet he stomp his feet on the corner of my door, disabling me to do so as he slowly push it.

"I don't know what's going on right now... But could you let me in?" His tone reel of pain. He's in pain? How? "Please, I'm begging you." I hate him begging... I hate it when he begs for something to me because that pleases me.

Somehow, I still managed to open him a door. But not in a welcoming way. After he came in, I shut the door; loud and fast. Which guaranteed him that I don't want him here any longer. "Do what you wanted, just make sure to keep distance apart my room." Honesty, I haven't fucked him since last week. And I'm sure he's doing it to anyone else either.

"No..." I hate this, "I didn't come here to be ignored... I want you to... I-I..." His stutter appeared unattractive so I cut him myself.

"Spit it."

"Brion... I-I..." Once again, he did it. But he's the one who cut himself off. He stayed silent for a few seconds, judging on what will he gonna do next or why am I being cold hearted. He even lower his head while playing the hem of his coat. "Fuck me."

...

At first I was taken aback. Did he just said he wanted to be fucked? If that's so, then it means he had something from me. More than just a cash. "What?" I inquired dumbfoundedly.

Sure he did stood frozen, realizing what had just came out of his mouth. Although, he inhale deeply before saying; "I missed you. Fuck me."

...

Another surprise caught me off guard. What was he talking about? "Do you hear me Brion? ...Fuck me..." He repeated. Hence the fact that he's the reason why my knees and ankles were wobbling with anticipation right now, I came up into a realization.

Something that bothered me sincerely. "What the hell were you talking about? Last week you're on some bitche's face, sucking her. Next three days, you're on your knees at the front of that ebony lady sitting on the male room's sink from the nearest mall. Two days earlier, I saw you flirting with McKeena even though I forbid you to. And yesterday... Fingering ma'am Layla's pussy inside that restaurant few bucks away? All of those days were on our semester's break, meaningfully you find ways just to fulfil your craving. Did I let you do that?" My rant echoes nearby.

"It-it's just a-a lust. I swea-" I punched him on the face. "Wh-what was that for?"

"Fight me." I whispered.

"N-no..."

"Don't you ever come near me, or else I'll rip that tongue off of your mouth. Get out!" It's hard to say this, but this is the only way to shield myself from getting hurt. Silas tug on my shirt gentle, "What the hell's wrong with you?! Leave me!" Yet he kept on stopping me.

"Ju-just one night, Brion. Please." Slowly he kneel with hands holding the hem of my tank top. Anyhow, he didn't looked like a mess when pleading. He stay on a cute posture just like the models does.

I wasn't prepared for this, like hundred percent clueless, in fact I didn't saw this coming. Throughout this pain of horrific tension coming in me, I buzzed from freeze and launch him fast enough that might destroy the timeline; pinning him on the nearest wall where we're standing.

His eyes were widen, equivalent of the hundred blush covering his cheeks just like the heat playing on his ears, I see. I push him even more harder, decreasing those spaces that were forbidding us from getting fervent. "Fuck me." He mumble deeply alluring.

"As you wish, my boy." Tormented by my own words, I grind my own crotch onto his hardened one. Although... "In one condition." I say.

"Anything." He breathed ear to ear, subsequently nodding his head desperately.

"You will no longer labeled as single." ...After that, I rain his neck some lushes of lips. He moaned, tangling his soft and slender legs on my waist followingly.

Well, I hope his dumbness won't let him realize the double meaning of what have I just said.

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