***Elik's POV***

Remind me again why I agreed to this party.

Fucking drunk seniors, not exactly the picture of maturity.

I don't mind partying with the best of them, but this is pure mayhem.

We are going to be cleaning this shit until the next century.

I won't complain about Dek. He's mature for his age. Hell, he's mature for my age. He's the only voice of reason in this shit show.

"Baby." I hear being called out.

Whoever said that sounds needy.

"Babe, where are you?" The sound comes closer.

I tune in my hearing until I can recognize the source.

What the fuck?

As if the universe didn't think this party was enough torture, there she stands.

My fucking ex!

What is she even doing here?

I rush to her side to find out exactly that.

"Meg? What are you doing HERE?" I ask thru gritted teeth.

"Baby, I miss you." She slurs. Great. No one needs a drunk ex in their midst.

"You're drunk." I deadpan.

"And horny." She giggles. The sound takes my ear drums.

"Sounds like a personal problem." I roll my eyes. Here we go.

She wraps her arms around me. Megan trails  her hands down my chest. Quickly, she has her disgusting fingers wrapped around my package.

Am I gay? Yes! Have I always been gay? Yes!

So why an ex-girlfriend? Let's just say it was a lapse in judgement.

My parents are tolerant of my choices. With that said, they did make it known I should at least try to bat for the correct team. So, in high school I took a swing.

If I doubted my sexuality at all, which I didn't, that trial period cleared it to 20/20. Return to sender. Refund, please.

Dating a female is not only a major turn off, but kissing a girl is like kissing a cousin. Not that I would know what kissing a cousin was like, but I imagine it's awkward and detestable.

Either way, the clingy bitch is about to get a rude awakening.

I quickly detach the leach from my body before escorting her to the door.

"Let me call you a cab, you clearly aren't in your right mind." I state while dragging the drunken girl out the door.

I call her a ride and wait with her so she won't find her way back into the house.

"Elik, why are you rejecting me?" She pouts. Her lips jut out. She is making something I'm sure she thinks was puppy dog eyes.

"It's been four years Megan. Get a hold of yourself." I spit.

"I love you. I need you. I want you." She whimpers pathetically.

"You love my money. You need water. And, you always want what you can't have." I correct her. Remember, I know her, well.

"I can make you feel good." She promises while trying to get her arms around me.

For fucks sake. Is she even listening to herself?

"God damn it Megan. I'm gay! And even if I was straight, you wouldn't be my cup of tea." I argue. This is definitely not the first time I have explained this.

"Well, that's just rude!" She stomps her feet. I remember her tantrums. It's never attractive.

I run my hand down my face, completely intolerant of this whole scene.

Luckily, the cab shows up. Thank God.

"9232 Beverlywood. Make sure she gets in the door safe." I order as I placed her in the back. I hand the cabbie a Benjamin. That should be enough motivation.

I close the door and watch as my problem leaves the premises.

What a fucking night.

***Dek's POV***

I searched everywhere for Elik. This party has gotten so outta hand. I had to break up two shoving matches. My shit is getting destroyed. I can't even imagine how long it will take to clean up this disaster.

All I want is to curl up in bed with Elik and deal with everything later.

When I finally give up, I spot him. Thank God! To my complete and utter shock, a good looking blonde is wrapped around him. What the actual fuck? Her hands are roaming his body. Is that her hand? On his cock?

I don't bother to break up their little reunion. I walk out to the pool, stripping my clothes, I jump in with just my boxers. Fuck.

People take this as an invitation to join, but I am not feeling company.

I get out, snatch my pants on and walk off on to the cool sand of the beach.

Maybe, it wasn't what I think.

That seems unlikely.

I run my hand over my face and throw myself onto the sand. Laying back, I look up to the night sky.

The first person I ever liked, and less than 6 hours later, I have to deal with this shit.

Par for the course. Par for the fucking course.

I am interrupted from my internal bitching, when the culprit makes his presence known.

"Baby? What are you doing out here, alone?" Elik asks as he sits beside me.

I scoot away. I am absolutely irritated.

When I don't answer, he asks a different question.

"What's wrong?" He questions worriedly.

"What's right?" I shrug. I'm moody.

"Did something happen?" He looks at me. Clear concern laces his features.

"You tell me Elik." I spit out.

"I'm, um a little confused." He admits sheepishly. "Did I do so something wrong?"

"Who is she?" I ask thru my glare.

"Who is who?" Elik answers. Guess we're playing dumb now.

"The fucking blonde, groping what doesn't belong to her." I deadpan. Anger greets my boyfriend, turning his face into clear recognition.

I might be a little drunk. I'm not usually so pissy.

"Oh." He smile as if it is all easily clarified.

"There's nothing to smile about." I fume. Literally, this is a fucked up situation.

"You may have the wrong idea." He starts. Turning to face me, Elik gets serious.

"Oh, really? So I didn't walk up to see the guy I'm in love with, being handled by some chick?" I growl out. That's exactly what happened.

"First of all, she wasn't handling me. Second of all, she's my ex." He corrects gently.

I just can't even right now. I get up in a rush as I  start storming towards the house.

***Elik's POV***

Fuck me running.

God, how did he not see everything that transpired?

Dek is so mad. He saw her holding my dick.

Jesus!

Wait! Did he just say he loved me?

Oh, God. My heart just exploded. Fuck!

"Dek!" I call, running after him.

He isn't listening. He literally runs towards his room, well his parents room anyway.

I almost catch up to him, then he slams the door in my face.

"Dek, baby? Open the damn door. Let me explain. It's not what you think." I pound on the door. I'm frantic at this point.

"Fuck!" I yell laying my forehead against the door. This could not have went down in a more cliche way.

I hear the knob turn.

The door creaks open. Deklyn is standing there with his lips trembling.

God, I want to kiss away his misplaced pain.

"You have five minutes." He whispers. The sounds of his emotions cause turmoil in my heart.

"Baby, she is my ex. From high school. I don't know how or why she was here. She's drunk and she just latched onto me. I called her a cab. I sent her away." I start explaining for my life. He has to understand.

Dek's face looks unabated.

"Baby, I'm in love with you. I would never hurt you. Please believe me." I beg. I'm willing to hit my knees, anything so that he realizes he is my heart. She has never had my heart.

"You weren't hooking up with her?" He asks with unwavering distrust.

"Fuck no. I'm irrevocably in love with you. Besides, I'm gay. And she is neither a man nor you." I promise.

"How do you have an ex-girlfriend?" He asks incredulously.

I hurry to explain the concerns of my parents. I let him know the six month trial period ended without incident.

"Did you sleep with her?" He asks. I can feel the pressure lifting from my chest. A small smile comes to my lips. I can be honest.

"I'm a virgin." I announce softly. Proudly!

"You kiss her?" He asks. I can hear the irritation in his tone.

"Once, I couldn't do it after that. I just didn't like girls." I state. Remembering that terrible lip lock makes my stomach react in protest. It flinches at the thought.

"How many people have you been with?" He keeps going. I am more than happy to play 20 questions if it put me his heart at ease.

"I have been on a handful of dates. She is the only person I kissed, once." I state clearly.

I just don't see the point in getting physical with anyone you don't intend on building a relationship with. Call me old fashioned. I just know it isn't for me.

"How many people have you been with?" I question with a nudge to Dek's shoulder.

"None." He claims.I believe him.

"Kissed?" I ask. I think I know this answer.

"You, and you kissed me." He smirks. That's what I thought.

"I'm finding it a bit hard to believe that a face like yours hasn't had the lovers falling at their feet." I deadpan. I'm really not joking either. He's breath taking.

"I didn't say no one tried. I just, wasn't interested." He clarifies shyly.

I won't lie. He strokes my ego like a painter on a canvas.

"Dek, I want you. Only you. For as long as you will have me." I plead. He has to believe me.

"I'm yours." He offers. Deklyn's head falls softly as his admission hits the air.

"How long?" I ask, begging him to say forever.

"As long as you will have me." He grins. My heart takes flight.

"Forever." I confirm. I would have no one other than him. Mark my words.

I have had enough of this bullshit. His beautiful face is begging me to just touch it.

I move closer, backing him towards the wall.

His breath hitches. I take that as a very good sign.

I raised his hands above his head and intertwine one of my hands with both of his. I slam my hand back, jerking his body taut.

His shirt creeps up and his abs peek thru the bottom. I lay my hand across his stomach. He is looking straight thru my soul with his eyes. Begging, I dare say.

I like that shit.

I spread his legs with my knee and lean down into his neck. I draw in a large breath of air thru my nose. Even with alcohol in his system, he makes my mouth water. I lick a trail from the crook of his neck to the soft, lush pulse behind his ear. I lay an open mouth kiss there and suck, swirling my tongue over his flesh.

"Elik." He moans brokenly.

Fuck, this man will be the death of me.

I kiss his neck, leaving scorching hickeys in a line down his neck.

"Baby" I mumble into his skin.

His breathing is labored. He is sending blood straight to my groin.

I move to his jaw, sucking on the sculpted line, leading to his lips. When I make it towards the beautiful arch of his mouth, I make no pause. My lips encompass his. I nibble on his upper lip.

A moan graces his mouth, one that I hungrily devour.

I let go of his hands and he slides them around my neck, lacing his fingers into my hair and pulling my face into his, effectively welding our mouths into one.

His taste is flawless. Every swipe of my tongue has my dick twitching. He is absolutely divine.

I cup both my hands against his face. My fingertips pad his skin for purchase.

My hips start bucking, brushing my erection against his thru the rough fabric of our jeans, the friction is ungodly.

"Oh God." He whines wantonly.

"Jesus. Dek." I breathe out.

My cock begs to be unleashed, I want to feel him. Every inch of him.

I pull his shirt above his head, discarding it behind us. He yanks at mine and it soon makes its way to the floor.

God, his body is like a sculpture. I need to feel it against my tongue.

I turn us around, walking him towards the bed, pushing him into the soft duvet.

I lean down and explore his chest with my lips. His skin taste like sweat and spice. Every lick has my body trembling. He is fucking heaven.

***Dek's POV***

God this man is sin in the flesh. The feel of him assaulting my body is making my head spin. I could cum at any minute. It is embarrassing.

His mouth caresses my abs.  Elik's tongue trails between the deep lines of my muscles. Every single pass causes me pleasurable agony.

He licks my belly button making my hips dart into the air.

"Elik" I whine needy and wanting.

He lifts his head and stares into my hazel orbs.

"You want me to stop?" He asks worriedly.

"Yes." I breathe out too slowly.

"Okay" he shrugs without moving.

"Okay?" I ask breathlessly, not wanting that course of action.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He promises. Understanding travels across his features.

"No" I whimper out my demand. I need him.

"No?" He questions. Clearly, I am not talking productively.

"No, I don't want you to stop." I clarify adamantly.

Time stands still as his eyes grow wider. The captivating blue freezes me in their trance.