He had let that thought roll off his tongue several times when they were still together. He’d claimed that the way Jared talked about Dylan sounded like he wanted him.
At first, Jared wasn’t sure why he was so drawn towards him. He just felt comfortable around Dylan and blamed Paul’s fears on his lack of self-esteem. Turns out, this time, he was right. But Jared would have fucking never let his dick’s desires get in between the two of them. No matter how much he craved it.
Apparently, Paul didn’t feel the same.
Anger flared through his veins, but not wanting to make the situation worse, Jared didn’t retort to what was clearly a provocation.
Dylan, however, was close to snapping—nostrils flaring and temples turning red with the pressure of his jaw clenching. He would never meddle in a discussion that wasn’t his own, Jared was sure of that. But it was easy to see that if Paul kept pushing it, his tongue would go loose.
“You have nothing to say? So it’s true? You were already fucking him before you caught me?”
Jared’s stomach churned, making him sick.
“How dare you!” Paul yelled.
That was it.
Jared balled his fists and turned towards him. “Dylan and I are just friends. Nothing has ever happened between us because he, unlike you, respects me. He offered me a place to stay, whereas you have given me nothing but heartache.”
Jared closed the distance between them. He wasn’t a threatening type of person, but he was tired of his games and constant attempts to turn the tables. Why was Paul so keen on forcing this monster out of him? On making him feel guilty and disgusted with himself at the same time?
“You cheated on me,” he hissed. “I can’t, and I won’t trust you anymore. Deal with it.”
Paul’s face contorted with pain. “I messed up, Jared. I know I did, but I love you…” He gripped the tee on Jared’s chest. “Give me another chance?”
Tears ran down his cheeks and a gut-wrenching sob escaped his lips, softening Jared enough to pump the brakes before he said something he would regret. Yet he remained stoic.
“Paul, I can’t go back. You’ve hurt me in a way no one ever has. Nothing can fix that. This is over.”
Silence lingered between them for a few seconds, but Paul seemed to finally accept the inevitable. Wiping a stray tear away, he sighed and dragged his feet out of the room.
“Fine, Jared. If that’s what you want... Take your things and go.”
As he disappeared, Dylan and Jared continued to pack up his belongings in silence, their usual camaraderie replaced by a somber atmosphere.
Jared had just lied to Paul. But even if that kiss had cast doubt in his mind, it wasn’t something he needed to know. What was the point? To unburden himself of his own guilt? To hurt him out of spite? That was selfish as fuck, and was why he hadn’t told him before either. He didn’t even want to bring it up.
While Jared was very well aware of what his body wanted, he was not about fucking up one of the few good things he had. That insatiable desire was a line he didn’t want to cross, no matter how much it itched under his skin.
On top of that, he loved that they had gone back to being their usual obnoxious selves. Dylan was also treating him like ayounger brother again. He didn’t need to get his ego kicked any further. Thanks, but no.
Once they had everything packed, Jared looked around the room one more time before leaving everything behind forever. His heart felt heavy as he passed by Paul, eyes brimming with tears as Dylan opened the front door. As Jared stepped outside, pins and needles filled his chest, but there was also a sense of relief when the door clicked closed.
It was hard to let go of the people and dreams that had illuminated his path for so many years, but this was for the best. Because without endings, there would be no beginnings.
Freshly showered and back in the comfort of a living room any gamer would kill for, Jared let himself fall on the sectional. He was drained from moving boxes up and down the entire day. There was no furniture among his belongings, just clothes, books, his guitar, and about a hundred video games. But that confrontation with Paul had added to the pain he had already been feeling.
Recalling the things Paul had said irritated him. A month had passed since D(ick) day, but he still wondered how he’d been so blind to what was happening.
Dylan walked into the kitchen as Jared slumped further onto the sofa, the wrinkle between his brows deepening. He was doing nothing more than washing the dishes and existing, but Jared was mesmerised by the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under his tee.
With his chin resting on his fist, Jared ogled his new roommate. He knew his libido was to blame for this blatant act of idiocy. It seemed to be riding a roller coaster these days; one minute he was sad, and the next he was horny. The fact that he wanted to angry fuck someone to get Paul out of hissystem didn’t help. And Dylan would look so good kneeling on this carpet.
Jared slid a bare foot back and forth over the rough surface, feeling like getting his knees burned on it while railing this man into next Sunday from behind. Ah, the good soreness... moans reverberating in his ears. Dirty words painting his skin. That massive cock ruining his ass for a week.
Motherfuck, it’d be so nice to have Dylan baptizing me with his cum.
“Hey,” Dylan said, startling Jared when he touched his shoulder.
