I missed the morning run for the second morning in a row.
It’s true that I haven’t been sleeping much the past couple of nights, but I shouldn’t have overslept and missed the highlight of my day.
My movements are lethargic as I search for my phone. I scan the texts at the top, but ignore them when I don’t find his name.
Then I open IG and find his usual story at five thirty sharp. Jesus Christ. The man is a fucking running machine.
The first story ends and the second shows a canvas with a few haphazard red lines. Not sure what those mean, but red is good. Right? Well, it’s good to me because it represents blood and violence. Not sure golden-boy Bran feels the same.
I pull out the text exchange I have with him and type, Why the fuck did you run away again?
But then delete it.
That sounded desperate and clingy even to my own ears. Fuck me.
Chill, Kolya, dude. You’re giving the Sokolov name a bad rep.
Though that’s fucking impossible now that I’ve claimed Bran. It was supposed to be just a fuck. I’ve always fucked. Fucking ended at the moment of release.
Not with him.
Last night, I came here with the sole intention of fucking him all up, taking what I wanted, then discarding him like he usually does me.
I intended to fuck him and then make him disappear from my life like Dad told me to.
But that was before he kissed me and asked me to fuck him.
That was before he looked at me with those soft eyes.
He pulled my anger apart with every touch, every kiss, and every groan and grunt. I couldn’t hold on to that rage when he put his hands on me.
The battered cells in my hyper brain didn’t mellow out, but his presence provided them with tunnel vision. A target for my monstrous energy.
Others fuel that energy.
My lotus flower tamed it.
I feel more like myself than I did during the past twenty-four hours.
So instead of blaming him for leaving again, I send a different text.
Me
So… I have a question. Did you feel me up when you carried me to bed?
He reads it immediately and I think he’ll ignore it, if not permanently then at least for a few minutes. If push and pull were a game, my lotus flower would be the undefeated champion.
So imagine my fucking surprise when he replies immediately.
Bran
I did no such thing.
Jesus. He’s fucking adorable. An asshole but adorable all the same. I can imagine him turning all serious when he typed that.
Me
Love it when you talk posh to me, baby. Another question, did you miss me this morning?
Bran
Why would I? You didn’t come yesterday, either.
Aw, you’re counting? I didn’t think you were this hurt by my absence.
Get over yourself. In fact, I’m happy to finally get my space back.
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What are you? A five-year-old?
Would you prefer it if I never came along on the runs?
Do what you want. It’s not like anything I do or say will make you change your actions.
You’re right, it won’t. You’re too standoffish anyway, so I wouldn’t trust you with my decisions.
Because they’re sooo bright?
They can be.
Hey! Was that sarcasm?
Anyway, you didn’t answer my question. Should I come to the morning run tomorrow or stop altogether?
Why are you asking me about what you should do?
Answer me. Do you want me there? Yes or no.
Yes.
My lips pull in what must look like the most stupid grin ever. I knew my efforts would come to fruition. Now, I need to work harder to make myself indispensable in his life. My mind might have quieted down today, but that dark thought about never giving him a way out stays the same.
Me
Just so you know, I would’ve come even if you said no. Bwahaha.
Bran
I’m going to block you.
You know you can’t stay away from me, baby.
This time, he definitely leaves me on Read. So I send another one.
Me
Going to shower now, though I’d hate to get your cum off me. Mmm. Might rub one out while thinking of your ass swallowing my cock.
Bran
Stop talking, Nikolai.
Why? Getting hot and bothered?
I’m in class.
And yet you’re texting me? Oh, wow. You must really miss me.
Dream on.
I prefer reality. You know, like when you begged me to fuck you.
I didn’t BEG you. Jesus.
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Just go away.
Fuck. I’d pay to see your face right now. Real talk. You okay?
Why wouldn’t I be?
It was your first time being fucked and you didn’t let me take care of you afterward, so I’m a bit concerned.
I’m fine. I can look after myself.
Do you do that a lot?
Do what?
Take care of your fuck buddies.
It hits me then. I don’t. Not necessarily, I mean. Most of them are experienced and I don’t like the hassle of baby bisexuals unless they’ve prepped themselves beforehand.
Me
Not really. You’re special. And so is your big dick and sexy ass. You really okay? I know I’m huge.
Bran
Arrogant much?
You know I am. And you didn’t answer my question. Are you really okay? Tell me the truth.
A little sore, but I’m fine.
Pictures or it didn’t happen.
Nikolai, no.
Baby, please? I need a glimpse of you. Even if it’s just your face.
Did you miss the part where I’m in class?
Fine. I’ll do it for you.
I wrap my fingers around my thickening length and take a few selfies, then send them over.
Bran
Nikolai! Why the hell are you sending me dick pics when I told you I’m surrounded by people?
Me
To keep you company. You better think about my cock, because I can’t stop thinking about yours. I need to fuck you again, baby. I’m getting hard thinking about pounding your ass.
I’m muting you.
I smile, imagining his flustered expression, then decide I’ve tortured myself enough for a while and stop texting. It wasn't a lie. I’m really hard now.
Bran
By the way, I noticed you had no food in your place, so I ordered you some Italian pastries for breakfast.
I grin.
He loves me. I just know he does.
Okay, he doesn’t, but he cares, and that’s a good start.
Turns out, everyone was worried about the way I disappeared last night.
I kid you not, Jeremy put out feelers with the police and shit because he took what I said about killing innocent girls seriously.
He can be dramatic.
Okay, so maybe when I was in that mood, I could’ve accidentally hurt someone if Bran did actually use them as a crutch.