But that’s never worked for me before.
With a deep inhale, I click on the text, and a video appears in which Yulian is lying on his back, holding up the phone, revealing his face and some of his naked torso.
There’s a red bruise on his cheek, my doing, because he was being a creepy asshole about the whole feeling-me-inside-Danika thing.
But you came because of it, so what does that make you?
My gaze trails down to the defined ridges of his muscular chest, right above his left pectoral muscle, where he has a single tattooed sentence in neat Cyrillic.
? ? ????? (Ya s toboy).
I’m with you.
I noticed it the other day in another video, but I’m not sure what it means, and it probably has a meaning since it’s the only tattoo on his chest.
“You know, it’s rude to leave a man lying on the forest floor with a massive erection.” He pouts. “I gave you a hand, so the least you could’ve done was reciprocate. Give and take, you know. A very simple concept.”
I scoff, because he’s playing the victim so well, feigning a wounded expression and everything.
“How did I take care of the problem? I’m glad you asked, Mishka. I just jerked off in the shower, picturing your beautiful face when you came all over my hand. Kind of contemplated not washing it for days, just so I could feel your cum, but that wouldn’t have been feasible, unfortunately.”
“Creep,” I mutter.
“You just thought I was creepy as fuck, right?” He grins. “I am, so not denying that. But admit it—part of youlikes that. You were so fucking tight and wound up in my arms. You know, if you hadn’t run away, I would’ve come in my pants. I’m open to trying again whenever you feel like dropping by, let’s say next week? Or tomorrow if you like. I’ll keep my calendar open for you.
“You just thought I talked a lot, didn’t you? But listen, this is for your own good. I need to give you pointers now that you’re exploring your sexuality. Consider me your tutor of sorts. There’s no need to put a label on it—bi or gay or anything in between doesn’t really matter. Just do what you love.” He lifts a hand. “I’ll volunteer to be your sex coach. I’m the best in the market and can provide testimonials if you wish.”
I scoff.
“I bet you just glared or sneered at me. That’s okay. I know you don’t take me seriously; no one does. But my offer remains. Have sweet dreams, Mishka. I will dream of your beautiful, huge cock against mine. Hopefully, I won’t come in my sleep.”
He winks and the video ends.
Usually, I’d curse him or get annoyed, but right now, I just turn to my side and look at his face, wondering why the fuck I’m attracted to a man.
But not just any man.
Theonlyman I shouldn’t want.
Because this morbid attraction would end both our lives in a heartbeat.
And I need to stop it before it starts.
Just like I did four years ago.
15
YULIAN
FOUR YEARS AGO
White.
Everything’s too white.
And bright.
And loud.
