He’s immobilized.
“You cannot ruin this for me,” I tell him.
He furrows his brow. “Why do you care about being at Crimson College so much? You hate places like this.”
“I need to be here. You don’t need to know why.”
Because I have nowhere else to go.
My mother’s house is a cold, lifeless, loveless place.
My ex’s house is raw trauma wrapped in manipulation, increasingly dangerous by the day.
And I can’t live alone.
“Then just talk to me,” Oliver says, and for the first time I hear a slight desperation in his tone.
What does Oliver need so badly?
“You expect me to make a fuckingdealwith you?” I ask him in a low tone.
He breathes deep, closing his eyes for a moment like he’s trying to center his thoughts. “How about you get off me so we can talk about it?”
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Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko naked on camera last Thursday, 11:58pm
Username: Hercules2210
He’s doing livestreams now.
And I’ve never felt guiltier or more turned on.
He asked for requests, and everybody wanted something different. I was too afraid to request anything, lying in bed under my covers, lit only by the faint glow of the Christmas lights in my window.
I watch him turn and spread his ass for the camera, like someone asked.
All I can do is watch.
My cock is hard as a fucking diamond between my legs, but I’m trying not to touch myself because I’ll come way too fast.
I tap out a comment.
Hercules2210: So hot. Do you give and receive?
Niko—Dragonfly—nods at the camera and answers me.
“Yes and yes. I do whatever thefuck I want.”
My problem has been simple,for my whole life.
I always know too much.
When you’re a quiet, shy, smart kid growing up in a world where everyone else is loud, you see things.
Notice things.
