"LET ---ME ---GO" I gritted as I tried to pry off the hold he had on my throat. "Do you really want me too... " he laughed "....your dick says otherwise " And feeling pure confusion I gazed downwards and to my utter surprise I was semi hard. A huge wave of embarrassment and horror rushed over me and thankfully gave me enough strength to push the bastard off of me only to find him laughing whilst standing some much needed distance away from me. "You know...Woods ..I'm not entirely sure If you're a sadist or you just like it rough or maybe.........just maybe, you're gay for me" he chuckled as he brushed off he's gear. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Tyson Woods truly loathed Lucas aka. Luca and by truly loathed, he couldn't be in the same vicinity with the guy without sharing some very unfriendly words with the other. Noone knew where all this hatred emanated from but almost everyone knew that Luca and Tyson were just not cut from the same cloth......... ......that is..... until lust and envy decide to breach a crossfire and burn with each other. .........surely this was a recipe for doom. Or was it? READ TO FIND OUT!!!!!!!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, confused. Did I have something on my face or what? Weirdo. "You..." He trailed off, without finishing his sentence. Which honestly made me even more annoyed. Why start a sentence if you're not even gonna finish it? "I...what, Damien?" I scoffed. The next thing I knew, Damien stood up. I looked at him, trying to figure out what he's doing. He then walked over to me, put his palms on his knees and leaned down to look at me while I remained on the floor waiting. Until he suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kieran and Damien never really liked each other, but ever since Damien tried to make a move on his sister at a party last year, Kieran disliked him deeply. It wasn't because he didn't want his sister to have a boyfriend, no, it was because it was him. Damien always rubbed him the wrong way. He was a player. Never wanted a relationship, only sex. His little sister deserved better. Whenever he saw him, he got this weird feeling in the stomach he couldn't explain. It was uncomfortable. But what happens after Damien and Kieran end up being at a party, playing 'seven minutes in heaven', and they get chosen to go in the closet for seven minutes? 03/28/24 #1 in #gayawakening 06/23/24 #10 in #bxb

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"