Chapter 11
ELEVEN
MIGUEL
Putting him in the truck, I make sure Caleb’s buckled in before I’m remotely calm enough to look at him face-to-face. Our eyes connect for a split second.
Fuck me. It’s the glassy eyes that do me in.
Fuck these motherfuckers.
“Miggy, don’t.”
I slam the door shut before he can say anything else and turn around to the group of laughing pendejos. They are the guys who think they’re untouchable because they hide behind numbers and popularity. Anderson’s front and center, smug as hell, standing there like he’s still in charge.
“Hey! Anderson.”
He spins, all attitude and smirk. “What, you gonna—”
My fist connects with his jaw before he finishes the sentence. The crack echoes across the parking lot. One clean hit and he drops like a little bitch.
Gasps ripple through the group. Someone mutters, “Holy shit.” Another says, “Fuck, dude,” but no one moves to stop me when I step forward.
“Well, well, well,” I smirk, before dropping to a crouch beside him. “Looks like this queer just rocked your shit.”
He groans, rolling halfway onto his side. I pat his cheek, then give it a light slap. “Might not wanna talk so much when you can’t back it up.”
He spits, blood and saliva mixing on the pavement.
I grab a fistful of his jersey and haul him up to his knees.
“Now you listen to me, hijo de puta. You give my man any more problems, it won’t be your face I break next time.
It’ll be your leg… or maybe a hand. Then we’ll see how well you play after that, hmm? ”
His eyes go wide, fear swallowing his bravado. “S-s-sorry, I w-won’t say anything again.”
“Glad to hear it.” I lean in close, voice low. “And jealousy’s a funny thing, isn’t it? Calling us queer because maybe you’ve got a thing for him you can’t admit?”
There’s a flicker of fear in his eyes, like he’s afraid I’ll say something too loud.
I’m not a piece of shit who outs people.
I don’t give a shit if he is into men, do you bro, just not my man.
I clear my throat and continue in a hushed voice.
“So let me make this clear.” I growl. “He’s mine. Touch him, and I’ll fucking kill you.”
I let him go and his body hits the ground with a thud. I straighten up and stare down the rest, none of them meeting my eyes.
Cowards.
When I turn and walk back to the truck, the silence follows me. The only sound is the crunch of gravel under my boots.
I throw open the passenger door. Caleb’s staring at me, half in shock, half in disbelief. Before he can say a word, I lean in and kiss him. Hard. Not the gentle kind. The kind that leaves a message written on his skin—one that’s carved into the very marrow of his being.
His breath hitches against my mouth. He doesn’t pull away. He just grips the front of my work hoodie, knuckles white, like he’s holding on for balance.
I pull back, his pupils are blown wide. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know,” I cut in. My voice is rougher than I want it to be. “But I wanted to.”
He looks down, chest rising and falling too fast. “You hit him, Miggy.”
“Yeah,” I admit, brushing my thumb along his jaw. “And I’d do it again.”
Silence stretches between us. My body’s humming with leftover adrenaline. His lips are still pink from my kiss. Mine tastes like copper and something bitter, rage or guilt, maybe both.
Finally, he sighs. “Let’s just go.”
The drive’s quiet. I can feel him coming down from the high of it all—the game, the fight, the confrontation with his dad. He leans against the window, staring out at the streetlights flicking by like passing thoughts. His reflection looks small in the glass, tired.
I keep my hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road, but I can’t stop glancing at him. His hair’s still damp from sweat, his hoodie pulled tight around him. There’s this heavy sadness sitting on him that makes my chest ache.
Halfway home, I reach over and lay my hand on his thigh. Not to start anything. Just to remind him I’m there.
He doesn’t say anything, but his fingers find mine and squeeze. And somehow that’s enough.
Caleb
I sit in the passenger seat, my heart still pounding from the rush of watching Miguel punch Anderson. His hand rests on my thigh, his touch grounding me, reminding me that he’s always here for me.
He pulls the truck over to the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. I turn to him, my eyes meeting his, and I see the intensity in his gaze, the raw need that matches my own.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice low and concerned.
I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay now.”
Miguel closes the distance and pulls me into a heated kiss Our tongues tangle, slow and searching while his hands roam, relearning the shape of my body. A moan slips out of me as my hips buck, then roll restlessly beneath him.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. “I want to make you feel good, Caleb. I want to make you forget everything except for me.”
I trust him.
I want him.
Nodding, my eyes never leaving his. Miguel smiles, a slow, seductive curve of his lips. He reaches into the back seat and pulls out a blanket, spreading it across the bench seat. “Lie down,” he commands softly, his voice a low rumble. “Or do you want to ride me, baby?”
“I’ll lie down.” My body is already aching for his touch. Miguel climbs over me, his larger frame covering mine as he settles between my legs. He leans down, capturing my lips in another deep kiss, his hands exploring my body, tracing the lines of my muscles and the curves of my ass.
A moan escapes my lips, and my fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as I thrust up against him, seeking friction.
Miguel ends the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a path of hot, wet kisses.
He nips at my collarbone, his hands roaming lower, cupping my ass and pulling me closer.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against his hand. “Please.”
He smiles against my skin, his hands moving to the waistband of my basketball shorts. He tugs them down along with my boxer briefs, exposing my hard, leaking cock. He wraps a hand around it, stroking slowly, feeling the silky smooth skin and the pulsing heat beneath.
I moan, my hips thrusting into his hand. Miguel takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking, his tongue teasing the tender tip. My hands fist in his curls, holding him close as I thrust up into his mouth.
Miguel pulls back, his lips glistening. “I want to be inside you, Caleb. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I nod, my eyes dark with desire. “So do it.”
“Don’t get sassy with me, little brat.”
“How else am I supposed to get what I want?” I fire back. Bratty Caleb has emerged.
“By being a good boy and using your words.”
I pull a small bottle of lube from the glove compartment and watch as he squirts some onto his fingers, warming it before reaching between my legs. He circles my hole, teasing and probing, before slowly pushing one finger inside.
“Fuck me,” my body clenches around Miguel’s finger. He adds another, scissoring and stretching, preparing me for his cock. I pant, my hips bucking, my body begging for more.
“I’m trying to.” He chuckles, withdrawing his fingers, unbuckles his belt, and pulls his cock out, positioning the head at my entrance. “Breathe for me.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, the slight, deliberate pull of his piercing dragging as he sinks deeper. My body stretches and yields to him. I groan, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my back arching to take all of him.
Him inside me is the closest I’ve ever felt to whole.
“That’s it. There’s my pretty boy. Such a good fucking boy, the way you take my cock.”
Miguel responds to my praise, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic motion as he captures my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue moving in time with his cock. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.
The truck rocks with our movements, the windows fogging up with our heated breaths. Miguel’s hands roam over my body, touching and teasing, his hand finding my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Shit. Oh god,” I gasp, every nerve in my body on fire as the pressure builds. “Miguel, I’m close,” I gasp, my voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop.” I beg while he tugs my shirt up, leaving my stomach exposed.
Miguel increases his pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. “Come for me, Caleb. Let me feel you come. Do it for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I fuck your perfect ass.”
I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, my cock pulsing in Miguel’s hand as cum shoots across my stomach. Miguel groans, his body growing tense just before he fills me with his cum.
We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Miguel presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Caleb. Nobody will ever hurt you. Not your body or your heart. All you’ll ever have to do is point them out and I’ll take care of them.”
I smile, “I love you too, Miguel.”
My monster, always willing to chase the bad things away.