24
A familiar, petite, and fragile body was wrapped within Sky’s much larger frame—small and vulnerable.
His scent was intoxicating, lulling Sky into a strange new addiction.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before, even in sleep.
For the first time, it felt as though he had found his haven, his home.
The warmth of the body wedged against him felt like the very place where Sky rightfully belonged.
A huge part of him wanted to claim it as his own.
The mere thought of someone else holding him like this was enough to drive Sky insane.
It was one of those rare moments when Sky felt an overwhelming urge to protect what he considered his possession.
But sadly, he was not his.
He would never be his.
Sky slowly cracked his eyes open as memories from the previous night came rushing back to him.
Every moment from yesterday was still vivid in his mind.
Realization hit him like a truck. Slightly startled, Sky carefully loosened his arms, which had been wrapped tightly around Jude’s chest—it seemed so tight, as if he were a precious candy he was not willing to give away to a toddler when he was five years old.
He gently lifted himself up and slowly pulled away the other arm that had served as Jude’s pillow.
A sudden wave of nervousness crept through Sky as he shifted slightly, but thankfully, Jude remained in a deep slumber. He had been so drunk that Sky was certain he was still lost somewhere in a world of dreams and unicorns.
Sky lowered his face until it was only inches away from his neck, breathing in his scent.
There was something about it that stirred him deeply, though he was already too late to ignore the effect it had on him.
Heat pooled through his body as he glanced downward, quickly pulling himself back when he realized his hardened shaft had been magnetically pressing against Jude’s butt, especially since Jude was in a slightly bent position.
Sky silently cursed under his breath when he felt the dampness of precum seeping through his black Calvin.
Shutting his eyes tightly, he forced himself to take a long, deep breath, trying desperately to regain control of himself.
Sky was only wearing his boxer shorts, his chest bare.
He could never sleep comfortably with too many clothes on—shirts, pants, or anything restrictive always bothered him.
Jude, on the other hand, was still dressed in his thin slacks and Sky’s shirt.
As Sky looked back at him, he found himself mesmerized by the smooth curve of Jude’s neck, fully exposed right before his eyes.
The urge to press his lips against it was overwhelming, yet somehow, he managed to hold himself back despite the struggle.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Sky forced himself to get out of bed.
He let out a heavy sigh, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
Sky headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face before gargling to clear his mouth. He placed both hands against the sink, slightly bending forward as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath.
He was still hard.
Sky inserted his right hand into his underwear and started stroking his cock.
He needed a fucking release. He rarely masturbated because he regularly had sex with other girls, but today, he could not hold himself.
Jude really turned him on so badly that Sky had never felt that way with anyone before.
Closing his eyes and lifting his head, Sky imagined Jude riding on top of him with that cute little perfect ass, spanking him as he moaned hard. His tight butt hole got enlarged trying to fit his large erection. The image of Jude never left his mind.
Sky unintentionally released a soft moan when he finally reached the climax.
Gasping for air, Sky looked at the spilled cum on the dirty white tiles.
He released so much. Sky groaned and gritted his teeth when his dick still did not yield.
Strong and wanting more. He drew in a deep breath before slowly letting it out.
Now was not the time to come loose.
Sky stepped out of the shower feeling disgusted and frustrated, repeatedly reminding himself that he was not queer.
Sliding into his sweatpants, Sky took a seat on the chair beside the bed and quietly stared at him.
What happened last night felt like both the best and worst thing he had ever experienced.
Nevertheless, Sky knew that Jude was carrying a heavier burden than anyone else.
Despite everything that happened the night before—the beating Jude suffered from those assholes, the revelation that he was adopted, and the truck that nearly hit him—Sky knew all of it would change their relationship into something different from before.
One thing was certain: he would never raise a hand to him or hurt him again.
He could not stand the thought of seeing any more bruises or wounds on his body.
He could not bear seeing him broken any longer.
It was enough.
From this day forward, Sky would finally act on what he had long planned.
He should have done it sooner, but it had always been difficult for him back then, thinking he might lose the chance to see him again.
But still, this felt like the best decision, because Sky could not bring himself to watch him at graduation.
Things were only getting worse, and this seemed to be the only way he could think of. It was for their own good, especially for him.
Jude might be broken right now, but Sky knew that Jude would stand up again like the Jude Finn he had known for five years.
Sky watched him sleep, unaware that nearly two hours had slipped by as he sat there lost in memories of their past together.
Jude’s lips were slightly parted, his face looking so innocent.
No matter how many times Sky looked at him, he could never get used to it.
He wanted to memorize every detail of his face before everything changed.
Even though he had already done so long ago, it still never felt enough, as if he could stare at him over and over again and still be left wanting more.
Despite the bruises and cuts scattered across his face, the tiny freckles dusting the bridge of his nose and brushing against his cheeks only made him look even more angelic.
They softened every imperfection, making it impossible for Sky to look away.
Without his glasses, the sharp line of his nose stood out even more, lending an allure to his otherwise innocent features.
His thick brows, nearly meeting at the center, and a pair of eyes veiled by long, dark lashes had Sky hopelessly captivated.
And his rosy lips—slightly parted, soft, and glistening under the morning light—looked too tempting.
They stirred a yearning deep within Sky, making it difficult to resist the overwhelming urge to press his own lips against them.
Fuck!
Blood from his upper body had all gone to the small, unyielding head since he woke up, or even from the night before, between his pants.
Sky panicked and straightened himself in the seat when Jude stirred from his sleep.
Jude scratched his eyes that were still closed, then slowly opened them.
Sky instantly looked away before he caught him staring.
“Time to get up,” Sky said flatly, as though he were speaking to someone unimportant, while standing up to pull on his shirt.
Caught off guard, Jude immediately sat upright on the bed, shock flashing across his face. He blinked several times, trying to process what was happening.
“Oh,” Jude muttered.
The blush on his face was brighter than the light that penetrated through the window. His kinky hair became even messier. It took Jude a few moments to fully process what was happening.
“W-where are we?” he stuttered, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
“In a motel,” Sky answered plainly.
Sky instantly noticed the worry and shock that reappeared, spreading across his face.
“Stop overthinking, fag,” he said bluntly. “You were completely wasted last night and ended up throwing up all over me. This was the closest place near the bar, so I didn’t really have a choice but to crash here for the night.”
Jude’s earlier expression quickly shifted into complete embarrassment. It took him a few moments before he finally answered. Sky felt ridiculous for waiting to hear what he would say.
“I-I’m sorry about last night, Sky,” he murmured.
“Can you stop apologizing?” Sky replied, turning to look at him.
He could not keep his eyes off Jude, glancing now and then, especially with his morning hair looking disheveled and seductive. Jude’s eyes were swollen and ruddy from all the crying the day before, and he looked as though he might break down again at any time soon.
Jude lowered his head and tautly fidgeted with his fingers.
“Get ready to leave. We’re going out for breakfast before heading home,” Sky announced.
“N-no,” he stammered, “Y-you’ve spent too much on me a-already,” he continued, only for his stomach to growl at the worst possible moment.
“I’ll wait outside, and we’re going out for breakfast. Stop complaining before I change my mind,” Sky cut the conversation off and stormed outside, slamming the door firmly.
The sky was painted a clear shade of blue when Sky stepped outside.
Not a single cloud formation was in sight.
The sun shone brightly above, its warmth gentle against the skin instead of harsh.
Sky searched through his pockets, hoping to find a cigarette, but came up empty.
Clacking his tongue in frustration, he cursed under his breath and kicked a small stone across the ground before leaning back against the motel’s porous concrete wall.
Keeping his hands shoved into his pockets, he waited impatiently for Jude to finish what he sarcastically considered his girly routine.
Tsk.