•Steven's POV•

I knock on the door, taking a step back and pulling my phone from my pocket as it starts to vibrate.

A text from Harrison pops up on the screen.

-'Gotta head back to NY. Are you good? Need me to stay?'- H

I hope he's going back to New York to figure things out with his parents. But that's very unlikely. Knowing him he's probably only going back to get under one of his regular hookups.

-'I'm good. I'm heading back up there in 3 days.'- S

I put my phone back in my pocket and a few moments later the door opens.

''That's not the face you make when you're happy to see someone,'' I say cheerfully, a smile on my lips as I look at Damien.

I can tell he's shocked to see me. He probably thought I'd be on a plane right now heading back to New York after the conversation we had yesterday, but by now he should know how stubborn I am.

And I told him, I warned him that I'm not going to play fair. I'm selfish and I'm not ashamed. And I'm honest about it.

His cerulean eyes are drowning in confusion, his smooth rose pink lips pulled together tightly as he struggles for a response.

I smile, graciously stepping past him and into his house. He closes the door and turns to look at me, apparently finally remembering how words work.

''What're you doing here?'' He asks, confusion hanging on his tone. His brow is raised at me inquisitively and he stares seriously.

I shrug.

I'm where I want to be at.

''You said we'd hangout, I'm here to hangout,'' I reply casually.

''Steven—''

''Damien chill, I'm not going to make any moves on you or anything. You said you trust me, right? So just chill and show me around your house or something. I only came here to hang with you,'' I inform him.

Despite my half true, yet very convincing words I still see skepticism in his bright eyes and honestly, I probably deserve it because I sure as hell didn't come here to be on my best behavior.

I came here to flirt, and maybe, hopefully, make out a little bit.

Emphasis on the word make out.

An act which requires participation from both parties involved.

So yeah, other than that my intentions are pure.

''Okay,'' He says at last, walking ahead of me. I follow behind him. ''Are you hungry? I can make you something.'' He offers.

We enter the kitchen and I take a seat in one of the chairs beside the outer counter.

''Yeah, I can eat.'' I reply. ''What're you making?'' I ask.

He walks over to the refrigerator, his sweatpants not doing much to leave a certain area of his to the imagination. And the white V-neck he's wearing may as well be one with his skin, it's so tight. I can see his nipples raise as the chill from the freezer hits him.

Yeah...

Yeah maybe I'm staring a bit too hard.

''Um, how about an egg wrap?'' He suggests, turning back to look at me. I nod my head in response. ''Scrambled or omelet style?''

''Omelet style, extra bell pepper,'' I answer. I look around, taking in the sight of his kitchen. I glance up and see various lights sprawled across the ceiling. I don't remember those. ''You got new lights?''

''Julia got that done, she hated my old ones, so,'' He replies.

''They look nice,'' I compliment.

He grabs a bowl and cracks the eggs open, whisking them around in the bowl after he adds the seasonings. He starts chopping up the vegetables.

''Tell me about your relationship with him,'' I blurt out after a while. He looks up at me swiftly, nearly chopping a finger off, my question clearly taking him by surprise. He throws the vegetables into the bowl with the eggs, grabbing a large skillet from the cabinet and placing it on the stove.

''I just want to know, that's all. I want to understand why you're so happy. I'm not being petty, I swear.'' I clarify quickly.

''Well,'' He says, going over to the cabinet and grabbing two plates. ''What do you want to know?'' He asks. He uses the spatula to scoop the omelets in the tortilla shells.

Turning the stove off, he puts the skillet and the rest of the dirty dishes into the sink before grabbing the plates and coming to sit next to me. He places my plate in front of me.

''What do you like about him?" I ask, watching as he neglects to look me in my eyes. He stares down at his plate, looking quizzically.

''Are you doing this just to torture yourself?'' He questions me. Before I can answer he speaks again. ''You shouldn't compare yourself to him. You know that right?'' He asks, his tone harsh.

He looks me in the eyes finally, and a frown is covering his lips.

He's clearly pissed. But the last thing I would do is compare myself to a supermodel.

I don't think I'm better than Otto per say.

But I am better for Damien than Otto is. That I know for sure. No comparison is needed for that conclusion.

''Damien, I'm not comparing myself to him. I just want to know why you like him so goddamn much,'' I say. I sigh, shaking my head. ''That came out wrong, but you know what I mean,''

I pick up my egg wrap, taking a bite out of it before putting it back on the plate.

I really just want to know what it is that he see's in this guy that has him fighting so hard for this relationship.

''He's happy all the time, and he curses a lot, more than me, which makes me smile sometimes. I don't know why, it's stupid, but it does. He adores the sound of my voice and I find that cute. He doesn't like to fight; he hates drama and conflict. He's very passionate. And to top it off he's really good in bed.'' Damien speaks, a smile hanging at his lips.

A quiet huff leaves my lips.

Yeah, because I definitely needed to know that part. He only added that in to be an asshole.

''What?'' He demands. ''You asked,'' He defends, shrugging.

''Can I ask you something else?'' I look at him, he takes a bite of his wrap, placing it on the plate, and nods his head in response.

''What'd you like about me?'' I ask him quietly.

He sighs, getting up and walking over to the refrigerator, he opens it, pulling out two bottles of water. He comes back over, handing me a bottle and sitting down.

''You really wanna go there?'' He asks me, after taking a sip from his bottle.

I shrug.

''I mean I can't make you answer,'' I say, ''But I'd like to hear what you have to say regarding that question.''

He looks me in the eyes. His gaze intense. It softens after a minute, and I see a glimpse of nostalgia in his eyes, as a smirk shapes his lips.

''We're not doing this,'' He says after a minute. Reaching over to pick up my empty plate and grabbing his as well as he takes them over to the sink. He turns around, leaning against the counter and eyeing me suggestively.

I raise a questioning brow at him, and he simply shakes his head, the smirk still lingering at his lips.

''Show me around,'' I tell him, getting up from the chair.

''Okay, c'mon,'' He says. He leads the way out of the kitchen and I grab my bottle of water, following behind him.

He takes me on a tour of his house, his gigantic seven bedroom house. He admits that he's probably only been in the five guest rooms about three times since he's bought the place.

''Then what's the point?'' I ask, laughing as I follow him down the stairs. ''If you don't even use the rooms, I just don't understand.''

He laughs as well, shrugging.

''I don't know,'' He answers. ''I mean I guess after not having anything for a while, when I got the chance, I wanted everything. I went from sleeping on the ground to sleeping on the couch in Javier's house—''

''He made you sleep on the couch?'' I ask.

''No, he didn't make me sleep on the couch. But when he first met me and got me jobs and stuff he didn't want to just leave me sitting in a hotel room. He was worried about me, about my mental health and whatnot. So he let me stay at his house but I didn't really trust him, I didn't know him, even then though I wasn't about to turn down a roof over my head and a guaranteed meal every day. I was just cautious and guarded, and if he had turned out to be a bad guy, I wanted to be close to the front door, close to an escape...just in case.'' He explains.

''But anyway, after I was able to get my own house, I definitely splurged a bit, I wanted to treat myself, and hell I felt like I deserved to.'' Damien says.

I follow him down a hall. Reaching forward I grab his arm. He stops walking and turns around, my hand still lingering on his arm.

''You did deserve it, and you earned it, just so you know,'' I tell him.

My hand trails it's way down his arm, my fingers gliding lightly over his soft skin, feeling his skin raise as the chill from my fingers leave goosebumps rising in its wake. I slip my hand into his hand and entwin our fingers.

I look up at him, his eyes are focused on our hands until his gaze meets mines as well. Striking blue, yearning eyes connect with mines.

A part of me, a very small part, actually does want to listen to him when he says he wants to be happy in his current relationship.

But then he goes and looks at me like that. With all that love and desire in his eyes. And I see it's all bullshit. He just doesn't want to take the chance on me again. He's scared.

And I don't blame him.

Really, I don't.

''I know,'' He says, looking down at our hands again, ''Thank you,'' He says, before letting go of my hand and continuing to walk.

''You're going to like this room,'' Damien says, grinning ear to ear as he opens a room door and steps aside, gesturing for me to enter first.

I smiled, walking ahead of him and stepping into the room.

''You have a game room?'' I shake my head, ''Of course you have a game room,'' I say answering my own question.

He laughs, stepping into the room too.

''There's another one on the other side of the house but I like this one more,'' He admits.

''Let me guess, the other one doesn't have a pool table,'' I question.

''No, and it's more arcade themed. Cody loves it though, so it gets some use.'' He explains.

I walk around the room, looking at all the games.

''So are you trying to get your ass kicked in air hockey or what?'' I ask him.

He rolls his eyes. ''Look, we both know you're a sore loser so let's not,''

''You sound scared,'' I tease.

''If you cry, I'm banning you from this room,'' He says in a mock warning tone, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I'm dangerously competitive when it comes to games so he already knows what he's in for.

''Sure,'' I say laughing as I make my way over to the air hockey table. ''Wanna make a bet?'' I ask him, grabbing the puck and a striker from the center of the table.

''No, because you'll no doubt make it something sexual.'' He concludes quickly.

I smirk, ''Would've been fun though,'' I reply.

The next thirty minutes are filled with about ten matches of air hockey, several yelled complaints, and very questionable sportsmanship.

''It's a tie, I'm telling you,'' He says again, despite the look on my face.

The look that clearly says, 'Shut the fuck up, you got your ass kicked'.

''Stop. I won six times, you won like four, just accept your defeat.'' I boast.

He scoffs, tossing the striker back on the play table.

''I went easy on you,'' He claims.

''Yeah right,'' I reply. ''So, what else do you have in this house?'' I ask.

He walks over to the dining area, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

''Um, there's a gym, a theatre, a huge as room that was renovated into a walk-in closet full of expensive designer clothes that I barely ever touch. Cody wants to have a bowling alley built in, but just a while ago he begged for a puppy that he never takes care of.'' Damien says.

''You have a puppy? Can I see?'' I ask.

Damien laughs.

''Didn't you hear me? He never takes care of it, so me and Javier take turns watching the poor thing. His name is Sly, he's by Javier's house now but I'm picking him up next week.'' He explains.

''You can come over when I get him back,'' Damien offers. ''If you plan on sticking around, that is.''

''You say that like you expect me to take a page out of your book and play the disappearing act.'' I reply.

I didn't mean that to sound as harsh as it probably did, but I'm pretty sure I've made it more than clear that I don't plan on going anywhere for the time being.

He's stuck with me. And I just want him to realize it.

He rolls his eyes, getting up from the chair.

''Do you want to workout with me? You gotta promise not to pass out this time though,'' He teases.

''Sure, you have something I can change into?'' I ask, gesturing towards my clothes. The faded jeans and black long sleeved shirt that I'm in right now isn't exactly weight lifting attire.

''I'll grab you something, wait right here,'' He says, leaving the room.

About five minutes later he comes back, handing me a change of clothes and he leads the way to the gym.

''The bathroom's right through there,'' He says pointing over to a door on the far right side of the room.

I nod, walking around all the exercise equipment to make my way over to the bathroom. I change quickly, easily fitting into the shorts and muscle shirt he gave me.

Stepping out of the bathroom I glance around the room, seeing him now in nothing but a pair of workout shorts. His chest bare as his muscles flex in his arm, he proceeds to lift himself up on the bar, tensing his torso as he does so, making his six-pac look even more sculpted.

I clear my throat, swallowing the drool that pooled in my mouth at the sight of him.

I head over to the tread mill, even though I'm not really in the mood for running.

But I am however very much in the mood for the view I have being right across from him.

I set the treadmill to a slow jog, stretching quickly before hopping on and getting my legs moving.

I move over to the dumbbells about thirty minutes later and as I try to grip the fifty pounds of steel in my hand I'm reminded of the fact that I'm so out of fucking shape.

Instead I just grab a yoga mat and a resistance band, conquering differing styles of squats for a good half hour.

''Can you spot me?'' Damien asks, walking over to the bench press, towel in hand as he wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead. Leaving the droplets of sweat coating his chest to roll down, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.

That's exactly where I'm trying to disappear to.

''Yeah,'' I answer, rolling up the yoga mat and putting it back on the shelf.

I walk over to the bench press, getting behind it as he begins to pick the bar up.

''I'm not going to lie,'' I say, getting his attention. ''I've spent the majority of the two hours we've been in here eye raping the hell out of you.'' I admit.

Damien laughs, his hands tightening on bar as he lifts it up. I bring my hands up, letting it hover by the bar as he lifts it and lowers it.

''Oh trust me, I know. You haven't been very subtle about it,'' He responds. A deep breath of air leaves his lips as he comes up with the bar. ''It's like being in the locker room in high school with you all over again.'' He teases.

I grab the bar, gripping it with one hand and applying pressure with the other. Not a lot, but enough to have him struggling a little when he goes to lift it up.

''You're not funny,'' I say, removing my hand from the bar. He laughs, taking a deep breath after.

''Well I'm not lying, so,'' He says as he lifts the bar up, resting it on the rack before sitting up, and using his towel to wipe the sweat from his face. ''I really don't understand you,'' Damien complains, laying back down on the bench press.

I walk around, standing beside him and crossing my arms as I look at him, clearly confused.

''What?'' I ask, once I realize he isn't going to elaborate.

''I would've bent over backwards for you, broke my neck even, just to get so much as a suggestive wink from you in New York, and now here you are,'' He says, gesturing towards me, ''Wanting to be with me and as bold as ever about it.''

Okay, okay yeah he's right.

And I feel bad about the fact that he's right.

I know he was trying really hard to get me to come around when he was in New York, but I just wasn't ready.

But I'm ready now.

I want to be with him and I'm trying.

''I think that,'' I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts, ''I think that the problem in New York was that what you wanted, what I now want, it just really seemed like a lot to me, it felt like more than I was capable of doing at the time. I had lots of stuff going on too, a lot of shit eating away at me mentally. But now that Mariana and I are on better terms and I'm not worried as much about being a father, I know what I want.'' I explain to him.

He nods his head, bringing his hand up and running it through his hair.

''Well I made a deal with myself,'' He speaks, his voice weary. A sigh leaves his lips before he continues, ''I promised myself that if you decided that you didn't want to be with me, I'd get over you and move on. And I'm proud of myself for being able to do half of that. The only problem is, I never factored in what I'd do if you all of a sudden changed your mind.

''And that's why I'm trying so hard to hold onto this relationship that I have now. Because you were so adamant in your decision of not wanting a life with me before, so what's to stop you from going back to that frame of mind? I'm not too proud to admit that I'm scared of getting hurt by you, Steven. You have my heart, and that's why I'm being so guarded towards you.'' He admits.

''So,'' I say after a while, cutting through the thick seal of silence around us. I walk over to him, placing my hands on his chest as I take a seat in his lap.

He tenses, sitting up, and grabbing my thighs in response. His blue eyes, alert and full of surprise.

''So what now?'' I ask him. ''What happens now that you have to factor me into your life?''

''Steven,'' He warns as I begin to run my fingers through his hair.

''If you wanted me off of you, I'd be off,'' I remind him simply.

It takes two to tango.

And to do other much more fun, anti-clothes related things.

Damien closes his eyes, a groan seeping from his lips.

''Come closer,'' I whisper to him. ''I just want to show you how I want to be factored in...so come closer,''

And as a few seconds fade by so does my confidence when he remains still.

I'm not going to kiss him again, since he stated so convincingly that he doesn't want me to anymore.

So if he doesn't make the first move...

I blink, shaking my head and moving to slide off of his lap, not seeing his hand as it comes to wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss.

His lips capturing mines in a hungry manner, impatient and well awaited.

His other hand grips my hip, pulling my chest to his and eliminating the space between us. I can feel his chest rise and fall against mine, his deep breaths apparent as he lets his teeth sink into my lip, tugging eagerly.

I grip his shoulder with my hand, welcoming his tongue into my mouth and savoring the feeling of him finally kissing me back.

His hand grips the back of my neck tighter, pulling back from the kiss he lets his tongue trail from the nape of my neck to my chin, sending shivers up my spine as I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, trying to have my skin against his and feel the heat that's radiating from his body.

I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head and tossing it to the side.

His lips are on my skin immediately, successfully pulling a moan out of me as he sucks teasingly on my nipples.

I feel my heartbeat picking up and I close my eyes, letting the feeling of his lips exploring my body envelope me.

Like fire his lips leave my skin tingling as he trails kisses up my chest, sinking his teeth in right below my collar bone, and sucking avidly.

''Ahh,'' The groan seeps free from my lips as my breathless pants fill the air. I grip his arm, raking my fingers through his hair before gripping tightly and pulling his head back.

I lock my lips onto his neck, unbothered by the salty flavor of the sweat covering his skin.

All I taste is him.

I sink my teeth in, letting my mark coat his skin.

Because he's mine.

And he's always been mine.

And he's only ever going to be mine.

I feel both his hands on my thighs and he picks me up and in the next second my back hits the floor and he's on top of me, grinding against me.

He grabs my hands in his, hoisting them up above my head.

I lock eyes with him and he drowns me in that depraved, lust filled ocean of his.

He leans down, kissing me again, kissing me deeper...so fucking deep. He sucks on my tongue, tenderly pulling, gently entangling his with mine.

I thrust my hips up, meeting him halfway as he grinds against me.

This isn't enough.

I need more.

''I need more,'' I whimper out to him. Unashamed of my begging. I want him. I want him badly.

One of his hands leave mines. He rubs down my chest, his fingertips leaving sparks as it trails down my torso, his eyes meet mines just as he dips his hand into my shorts, below the waistband of my briefs...

''Fuck,'' I moan loudly when he grips my growing erection, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to catch my breath as he begins stroking slowly.

''Open them,'' He growls out at me, his voice husky as he ducks his head down, nibbling at my earlobe, before letting his tongue lick along my jawline. ''Open your eyes, Steven. Don't make me say it again.''

His strokes quicken, the friction from his hot, rough hands feeling amazing as he continues kneading my growing erection.

''You're sexy,'' He whispers to me, a cheeky little smirk on his face. I roll my eyes, my lips taking on the shape of a smile as my panting continues.

''I know,'' I reply, grabbing his face and pulling him down to me, capturing his bottom lip in between my teeth before releasing it and letting my lips connect with his.

Hot and heavy are his hands, as they work their magic on me. Stroking, rubbing, gripping me into a bliss I haven't felt in way too long.

His lips are soft yet aggressive, letting me know he wants this all the same. Sucking roughly at the skin on my body, making sure I'm fully decorated in his pattern, wanting me to remember this for days after.

And my moans echo off the walls of the gym, his eyes watching me intently, glazed over with lust as he pulls every pleading sound from my lips as though it's music to his ears.

His tongue mesmerizes me, stealing my air and working in motion with his strokes, sending me on a high I haven't felt in years.

He runs his thumb over my sensitive tip, making me squirm under his body. I look up at him through hooded eyes, my impending climax clouding my vision. He bites his bottom lip, tugging hard at it with his teeth as he stares down at me, his eyes animated, desire filled and sexy as hell.

And that look in his eyes brings me over the edge, as I find myself burrowing my face in his neck, trying to muffle the sound of the moans leaving my lips as I reach an ecstasy like high, his hand still stroking as every last drop of cum leaves my body, making a mess of my shorts.

Damien brings his hand up, and I watch as he licks a bit of my cum off of his fingers, seductive as hell, licking his lips when he's done.

I groan, throwing my head back.

''Jesus, you're gonna make me hard all over again,'' I say laughing.

He grins.

Someone clears their throat loudly. And my heart just about stops beating.

Both our eyes dart over to the door of the gym to see Cody standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and eyes furious. 

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Posted: May 06, 2020.