My balls draw up, and the warning tingle of my orgasm starts low on my spine. Gael’s breaths become ragged and his fingers find my nipples, pulling me up as he moves in me and Phin sucks me like it’s his job. “I’m coming,” I warn them, and Phin hums around my cock, setting me off with fireworks I didn’t know were even possible.
The orgasm turns me inside out, thundering through me like a summer storm. I give into it, and as stars erupt in my vision, I gasp, taking a desperately needed breath. Gael slumps forward, curling over me and then pulling me to the side, helping me get situated between him and Phin. He curls up behind me as I cuddle into Phin’s chest.
“That was perfect,” Gael praises us both, filling me with a sense of pleasure and pride. I did well. Gael’s moving intomorrow. Phin’s coming this weekend. Everything is going to be alright.
“I love you both,” I tell them as exhaustion tugs at me. That was an energetic round of sex, and a nap is definitely in order.
“We love you,” Gael returns.
Phin kisses the top of my head. “We do,” he agrees.
When They Were Fourteen
Gael
What Happens When I Get Hangry
I glare at my parents, crossing my arms stubbornly. I can’t say anything aloud, but they’re going to get the message. Just because they brought new “friends” to play with me on our vacation doesn’t mean I’m obligated to eat them. They’re gross. It’s not their fault, I know that, but I don’t want anything to do with them. There’s something wrong with their energy, and I’m not putting that nastiness into me. I’d rather starve than eat them.
“Gael,” my mother sighs, exasperated. “We’re going home. You want to be hungry for the entire flight?”
“I’ll eat when I get home,” I insist. There’s no way I’m going to fill up now, when ten hours from now I could just eat Sin when I get back. He’s expecting me anyway, and I miss him.
“You can’t only eat one thing for the rest of your life,” my father insists.
“Yes, I can,” I spit back.
It’s stupid that they decided to take me to Bolivia in the middle of February and didn’t invite Sin along. They know he’s the only person I like the taste of. He’s the only person I love,and I don’t get why they can’t understand that he’s my person. Just because they don’t know what it's like when you find your perfect person doesn’t mean they need to interfere.
At least they stop bothering me for the flight home. Yeah, it hurts. I’m hungry, but it’s their fault for leaving Sin behind, and I’m not making myself sick trying to eat anyone but him. I can’t wait to see him. He’s always so happy to see me, and he tastes like heaven when we’re together.
The car ride from the airport back to the house takes forever, and as soon as we park, I jump out of the car and run to Sin’s house. We live on different streets, but his place is only a couple minutes on my bike away. When I get there, no one’s home, so I sit on the front step. I’ll wait. He’s late getting home from school, but he knows I’m coming back today, so he’ll be here as soon as he can.
It doesn’t take long, and I spot him as he comes around the street corner. He’s cradling his arm, but his face splits into a happy smile as soon as he sees me. “You’re back!” he yells, running toward me.
I run toward him too, trying to smile, but I lose it when I see that his arm’s in a sling. “Sin, what happened to you?”
“Nothing,” he replies, shaking his head. “Just a stupid fight with stupid Brantley. He decided to pick on a new student from Taiwan. I might’ve had to throw hands.”
“Did he break your arm?” I ask, reaching out to touch the offensive sling. Who does Brantley think he is, hurting my Sin?
“Yeah. I fell when he punched me and he stomped on my arm. Don’t worry. I knocked him down and kicked him in the head.”
Rage I’ve never felt fills me to the brim. That fucker hurt my Sin! I rest my hand on my best friend’s shoulder as his parent’s car turns into his driveway. “Go get your arm taken care of, Sin.I’ll make sure Brantley and everyone else knows they don’t get to fuck with you.”
With those words and fury chasing me, I run back to my house, grabbing my baseball bat and bike. I know exactly where to find Brantley. He’s the stepson of one of my clan. He might not know what his mother is, but his mother knows what I am.
I arrive at his place at the same time he and his parents do, and I throw myself off my bike, running to that little asshole. I hit him with my shoulder, pushing him to the ground, and as soon as he’s down, I kick him, brandishing my bat. “YOU DON’T FUCK WITH SIN!” I scream at him.
Fear rises up from this fucker, and it tastes like candy to my starving self. I pull it in, feeding for the first time in over a week. Oh, it tastes like Sin, like this fucker is covered in Sin’s energy, and that pisses me off even more. “You’re not going to touch him, talk to him, or even look at him ever again, you little fuck. If he ever mentions your name to me again, I’ll make sure no one finds the body, you understand?”
“Dad!” Brantley cries, looking to his parents for help, but they’re not going to be doing anything of the sort.
I look over my shoulder at his step mom who’s watching me with concern as she holds back her husband. I return my attention back to Brantley. “No one is going to save you from me,” I tell him, gorging myself on his Sin-flavored candy fear.
Brantley sobs, covering his face with his hands as if that can help him. “Please stop!”
“Swear to me you’ll never so much as look at Sin again,” I demand, kicking him again because he deserves so much more than just a few bruised ribs.
