~Chapter 17~
I think it was already close to 2 a.m., and Emy was already drunk, Theo was… I don’t even know where, Sergio was on the dance floor with other people, drunk as a skunk.
I went to the bar to get some water, and there was already Niko, I think that’s his name once Ezra called him that.
“Are we staying long, prince?” he asked while drinking whisky or whatever, I didn’t really care.
“Excuse me?” I asked, surprised at why he said that.
Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly.
“I said, are we staying long? I don’t like repeating myself,” he said.
“I heard you, I’m not deaf, but what does that have to do with me?
” I said, taking a sip of water and turning to face him.
“You already know, Cassian…” he said.
“I don’t understand…” I looked at him and glanced back.
He quickly grabbed my chin and said,
“Cassian, you make my dick suffer, come home, please,” and he moved his hands over my body.
I think I was dizzy because normally I wouldn’t like this, but the way he did it…
I wanted more.
“Hmm… yeah?” I said, smirking slyly.
I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “What do I get out of it, darling?”
He paused for a moment, staring into my eyes.
“What do you get?” he said, and I nodded.
He leaned closer to my ear and said,
“Do you enjoy having two dicks inside you?” he said, almost giggling as he spoke.
He pressed harder on my ass and put his other hand on my cheek.
“Maybe yes. Maybe no,” I said quietly, glancing at the others.
“You like to play with me, huh,” he said, taking his hand to drink the whisky he still had.
I only know that I got into a black car with him, and the other one was already there, smiling and making me sit in the back with him.
I don't even know when I got to the hotel and I was already in the room.
There was already an atmosphere in the room.
..very exciting to say the least and they were naked the first second I entered the room.
I was thrown onto the bed and my mouth was taken over, his tongue was asking to go deeper and I gave it to him and he went in.
One hand was on my body and he tried to undress me and after my belly he felt a million kisses and hiccups.
"Turn around" Niko says and I don't even have time to process the question because I was already on my back in the other brunette's lap.
He looks at me and laughs softly
"How beautiful" he says and caresses my head, I miss his touch even though I don't want to "Asher by the way," he continues as he runs his hand over my body.
I was interrupted from looking at Asher when I felt something hard at my entrance and I accidentally let out a moan that I immediately regretted.
"How vulnerable" I say softly hoping they didn't hear anything
"What nonsense you're saying, baby" Niko says and I feel him enter me more and I hold my moans, I bring my hand to my mouth but it doesn't reach there because Ash will get off.
"Don't do that" he says annoyed and looks at me quite 'what nonsense are you doing now'
After 10 minutes I feel like the whole thing is getting a little more relaxed but then I'm interrupted when my hole is Forced again for something even bigger
"Hey.
..what are you doing?" I say softly while pulling the sheets "it hurts" I say but it hurts me more knowing that they know this.
"I'm doing it slowly, you're slowly getting used to it Cassian.
" Ash says and I feel that pressure again, "you accept me so well" when he says that I felt like he went all in and that made me scream a little.
I was feeling something that wasn't giving me what I wanted but after I felt the pleasure and I was so tired of struggling.
I think it's been over an hour since I've been here and they're still inside me.
I can tell I can already feel a pressure in my member and I feel it demanding attention so I move my hand there
"No" Niko says and takes my hand in his
"Hey" I don't have time to come because I feel the pace speeding up and my belly is about to Erupt so I hold on to the sheets while trying not to gasp but I can't even manage a little.
I feel my cum flowing down my leg and inside me it feels like I did it myself so I grunt at the sensation.
I feel the cold taking over me when he pulls his cock out so I protest a little but after that I don't say anything.
Even though I've been bottom a few times and I've had many relationships that after we're done we leave, but this made me so tired.
"Do you want to take a bath now or later?
" Ash says when he comes and sits next to me, I feel his cock behind me but I don't notice.
I don't answer.
"Hey Cassian?" I hear Niko asking too so I just nod.
I feel taken from above and then I'm in the shower and they're on my front and back.
My hair is washed and my body is washed as well, but also quite heavy, because I can't really stand, I feel so tired all of a sudden.
.
"Cassian lean against the stoneware for a bit, let me clean you inside" he says but I don't notice to see who.
"No way" I mutter when I say it and I struggle to throw their arms after me.
"Your stomach will hurt after so do it Ash says while we're still understanding" Niko says and I don't wait for him to say anything and throw his arms behind my body.
I get out of the shower and put a towel I found there around my waist, while I enter the room where I think we had sex.
I reach the room and stop in the middle, looking for my clothes.
The floor is messy. My head hurts. I don’t know if I’m dizzy, tired, or just…
done.
And then I hear him.
“Cassian.”
I turn around, and Asher is in the doorway.
Leaning on her heel.
His blue eyes—not cold.
Not angry.
But calculating.
Like he’s weighing me up.
Like he already knows everything.
He says nothing for a few seconds.
And that silence hits me harder than any reply.
“You know, you really have talent,” he says, quietly.
It’s not irony.
It’s an observation.
Simple. Satisfied.
I look at him, not answering.
“Leaving just when you lose your balance,” he continues.
He raises a finger, almost absently, as if pointing to an invisible detail.
"No question, no word, no telling how you feel.
Just… gone."
I swallow.
Not because what he says touches me.
But because he's right in a way I hate.
"I don't know what you mean," I mutter.
Asher tilts his head slightly to the side.
A small gesture.
But it pierces my skin.
"You don't need to know. Niko already told you.
We're not here to 'be friends'. Not to 'stress' you out.
"
He takes two steps into the room.
Not threatening.
Not invading.
Just existing.
"But.
.. you're the kind of person who cuts everything when he's scared.
And now you're scared. Still."
I grip the towel tighter in my hand.
"I'm not scared."
Asher raises an eyebrow.
And laughs in the quietest, most effortless way possible.
"Yeah." He turns to the door.
But before he leaves, he stops.
"Oh, and... Ezra? ...he's not mad at you for the reasons you think.
"
He looks over his shoulder.
That look that undresses you without touching you.
"Try not to make the same mistake again, it'll hurt more"
And he leaves.
The door closes silently..
I stay there.
Still wet.
Still cold.
Still with my heart beating too fast.
Not because Asher scared me.
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I leave the room. Now dressed in my clothes from earlier, my footsteps echo in the hotel hallway.
It’s quiet. It’s too quiet. The steam from the shower still follows me.
I walk down the stairs slowly, trying to figure out what I’m doing with myself.
I don’t know why I’ve gotten so lost in thought, why everything is suddenly tiring me.
And then I see the door to the room at the end of the hallway.
The warm light. Two shadows inside.
Asher and Nikolai.
They’re standing there, not aggressive.
They’re not making a sound. They’re just…
existing.
Their eyes scan me, but they don’t speak.
They’re not trying to control me.
They’re just…
observing.
“Hello,” I say, my voice sharp, so that their space doesn’t feel invaded.
I don’t get a response. I don’t even wait for one.
I feel the tension in the room slowly dissolving.
There’s no comfort. No friendship.
It’s…
validation, but no words.
No explanations.
I turn to the exit, back into the corridor.
I try to breathe normally.
But my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I pull it out. The screen lights up.
A message from Emy:
“Hey! We’re back at the hotel, we’re coming to look for you ??”
I stop.
I swallow hard.
Everything mixes in my mind:
Me, in Asher and Nikolai’s room
My friends who think I’m alone
“Perfect,” I murmur softly.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know if I should tell them where I am.
And as I stare at the screen, I feel a kind of heaviness in my stomach.
"It's all... too much."
I try to focus and type a simple ok, but my hands are shaking a little.
It's not fear.
It's... pure fatigue, combined with the adrenaline of meeting the two.
I turn my head towards their door, knowing that I can leave at any time.
But something inside me tells me that this is not the time to run.
Not today.
And yet... I have to choose: let my friends come without knowing everything... or tell them the truth?
The silence of the corridor echoes louder than any voice so I walk quickly towards the exit and from there I went to my 'home' or more precisely, my friends...
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The hotel lobby was coldly lit, as if no one remembered how hot it had been a few hours earlier. I move my legs slowly, almost mechanically, feeling every muscle protest. Even though I'm still dressed like I used to be, a T-shirt that now seemed too tight around my chest.
I arrive in front of the room I was in with the others. I touch the doorknob. I take a deep breath.
Not because I'm afraid.
But because... any extra sound seems too much to me now.
I open it.
Emy is on the bed, her hair in a messy bun, her mascara slightly spread, but her eyes…
clear.
Theo is on the floor, on the carpet, typing something on the phone.
Sergio is sleeping, a pillow over his face, as if he’s running away from the light.
Everyone stops when I enter.
“Ah, finally,” Emy sighs, but it’s not reproach.
It’s… care. The kind that makes you want to run away.
Theo looks up:
“You’ve disappeared badly, brother.
Where have you been?”
I shrug my shoulders, curtly.
“Out. I needed… to breathe.”
I’m not lying.
But I’m not telling the truth either. It’s the kind of answer that fills the air with something unseen.
Emy gets up, walks towards me, slowly.
She doesn’t say anything, just… looks at me.
Too attentive.
Her eyes drop to my neck.
They don’t stop.
Continue on the collarbone.
Then back to the eyes.
He doesn’t say anything.
But I know he saw.
“Do you want water?” he asks, simply, roundly, as if he’s holding the world in place.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Theo gets up on his knees to come closer too.
“Mom, you look broken. I mean… more broken than usual.” He smiles, but it’s not malicious.
It’s just that I don’t have the energy to play the usual role.
“Just tired.” I reply.
My mouth goes dry after the line.
Sergio lets out a grunt from under the pillow:
“The world has entered you and you just say tired.”
Emy throws the pillow at his head.
“Shut the hell up, sleep.”
A short laugh escapes me.
Small. Fragile.
And it hits me—I’m not safe with anyone here.
Not because they’re judging me.
But because they might ask, “What happened?”
And I don’t have an answer that won’t undress me again.
I sit down on the bed.
My head falls back.
I breathe.
Emy puts the bottle in my hand.
No one says anything for a few minutes.
And this silence… holds me.
Holds me just enough so I don't fall.