“As nice as it sounds, I’ll pass. He’d already have a stroke knowing we sleep in the same bed together. If he found out we were showering together, too…he’d probably kill me.”
Payton laughed loudly, throwing an arm around Gift’s shoulders. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been fucked to death.” Goosebumps erupted along Gift’s skin at his words. “But it sure would be fun to find out.”
Gift rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.”
Park stood underneath the frigid water of his shower, one hand wrapped around his dick and his other forearm braced against the tile, forehead resting against it as he worked himself at a punishing pace. He’d hoped the icy water would quell his desperation a bit, but it had done no such thing. His traitorous brain seemed determined to replay everything Gift had said to him that morning on a loop.
So, now he’d resorted to jerking off, trying to clear his head enough to get through the day. To face Gift in a room full of people. Fuck. His sweet Gift, his soft boy with his pretty brown eyes and plush cheeks, who looked so pretty with his lips stretched around Park’s cock.
“Kiss me, hia.Please…”
Park’s breath came faster. Kissing Gift made Park feel again. He’d become jaded years ago, he’d stopped caring about the nuances of sex, the build up, the tension, the foreplay. He’d always wanted to get in and get out. Period. But with Gift, it was different. Park was never in a hurry. Kissing Gift was like nothing else. Feeling him tremble, hearing him whine, the way his fingers would fist in Park’s shirt and he would beg so breathlessly… Park could spend hours doing just that.
“You want to punish me so badly,hia.Yet, you never do…”
His hand moved faster over his cock, eyes closed, pleasure pooling low in his belly. He would, he’d punish Gift if that was what he wanted. If it was what he needed. Park had always needed to maintain some semblance of control during sex. He liked to call the shots, liked watching others bend to his will, liked even more when they failed to please him and he could dole out their punishment.
But he’d never imagined he could have that with Gift. He’d never imagined Gift—his sweet, pliant boy—would want to be controlled, punished, used. But he’d begged for it, had whispered all his dirty fantasies right up against Park’s ear, daring him to break through that carefully curated version of himself he’d created just to keep Gift safe.
But Gift wasn’t safe anymore. He’d opened Pandora’s box and that box was full of deep-seated fantasies that involved twisting Gift into knots, bending him and shaping him and making him behave by any means necessary.
“If you had any idea how often I jerk off in the shower thinking of you…”
Park widened his stance, groaning as he twisted on every upstroke as he let his imagination take control. The idea of Gift on his bed, feet planted and legs parted, hand working himself as he moaned Park’s name had him almost there. Gift was so beautiful, so sweet, so innocent looking.
“I’m really your good boy…”
Was he? He pretended he was, pretended he was Park’s perfect boy. Until he opened that sinfully perfect mouth and taunted Park with his deepest, darkest desires. Then he wasn’t his good boy at all. Park wanted both versions of Gift. Craved both.Neededboth. He was tired of fighting the inevitable. What was he supposed to do when Gift was there all day, every day, all but begging—no,literallybegging—Park to take him apart a piece at a time? And he would. Fuck, he so would.
It was what Gift wanted, what he needed. He’d spent hours taunting Park with thoughts of letting someone else have him. The idea of Payton having access to what was Park’s had him growling his frustration, face twisted in a tight grimace. That child couldn’t give Gift what he needed.
But Park could. Park would. He would lay Gift down and worship every inch of his body until he cried, until he begged, until he understood exactly who he belonged to.
“Is that why you won’t…bend me over the bleachers? Spank me? Give me what I deserve…”
What he deserved… What he deserved? He deserved everything. He deserved to be loved and fucked and punished, to be torn apart and stitched back together again and again. To be used for Park’s pleasure and his own. His thoughts had him breathless, blood rushing loudly in his ears, over the sound of the heavy spray, his toes curling as his release built, pleasure pulsing deep inside him.
He pressed his forehead to the cold tile, gritting his teeth, hand almost painful as he worked himself impossibly fast without any lube, the friction just this side of too much, a punishment for being weak. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Gift. Ever. Hadn’t even known he was capable of a want this gripping. It wrapped around his heart like a vine and squeezed until he was all but choking on it.
“Is it because I’m still a virgin…”
Park came with an aborted shout, biting down on his forearm, watching his release coat the tile then wash away. He was so fucked. He stood there, panting, goosebumps erupting along his skin now that he didn’t have jerking off to distract him from the chill. He yanked the spray too hot, hissing as the sudden temperature shift made it feel like a thousand needles stabbing him at once.
He scrubbed his body quickly, then shampooed his hair. He was going to give Gift what he wanted. He knew that now. Parkwasweak. He was fallible. He was everything Anchali would call him later once she knew what Park was about to do to her baby boy. Her only child.
She might actually kill him. She could. She had a list of kills almost as impressive as Park’s, and she’d been in the field nowhere near as long as him thanks to Kendrick benching her as punishment for getting pregnant.
Park wrenched off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist, exiting the now steamy bathroom for his bedroom, the cold air of the air conditioning almost as punishing as his shower. His gaze fell to his phone.
He’d lied to Anchali all those weeks ago when he said he’d protect Gift. She’d asked him to take care of him, to watch over him, to make sure he ate and paid attention in class. And Park had agreed. It wasn’t entirely a lie. He was doing all those things. Gift was clothed and fed, and his grades were impeccable. Park was just also currently planning to defile and deflower her precious baby boy.
Despite Kendrick’s assurance to the contrary, Anchali had never called last night. Park was glad about that. Relieved, even. While he did want to know if they were any closer to determining who had threatened Gift, he wasn’t sure he could lie to her again. He wasn’t sure it even mattered who the culprit was because, when this was all over...
Park wasn’t giving Gift back.
He sat on his bed and scrubbed his hands over his face. He sounded like a maniac. A horny maniac preying on a naive younger guy. But it was Gift who’d started this. Park had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. It was Gift who’d punched a hole in all Park’s defenses. And now, they were there with Park agreeing to finally take Gift’s virginity, like some ancient right of passage.
It was such an antiquated concept. The most logical, rational part of Park knew that. He knew it shouldn’t matter if Gift had given himself to someone else before him. It had no bearing on his character or his self-worth. But the thing was, whenever Park thought of someone else being the first to show Gift everything sex had to offer, he went feral. It made him want to kill.
