It was past midnight when I reached my home. When I entered the gate, music was buzzing at its peak, empty bottles were lying all over, and nakedness greeted my eyes. I rolled my eyes at the scene. By muttering a few curses, I tried to enter my house.
As I stepped in, I was greeted with the sight of my stepbrothers enjoying themselves in their friend circle and my stepsister with her circle. I jolted back in a heartbeat. That was close; by thanking God, I tried to enter the house from the back side.
You see, it's not like I hate them, but I couldn't get along with them like normal siblings. My mother, Mrs. Samantha Vasroy, was a widow when she met Mr. Thomas Vasroy, a widower, and something clicked between them. They started dating and eventually got married. Mr. Vasroy's children accepted us wholeheartedly, but I couldn't. Mr. Vasroy, my current stepfather, snatched my mother in front of my eyes, and I couldn't do anything; she was my world. Things only got worse when we shifted to my stepfather's house. His children didn't wait too long to accept her and started calling her their mother. My irritation reached a peak when my mother started to show her love and care to them. It's been years; I should have gotten over it, but I couldn't. I know it's childish, and I am 20. I will get over it someday.
I was in our spacious backyard, which was again welcomed with the same scenes. Somehow, by making space, I stepped in. Once again, I scanned the area, and the coast was clear.
As I was making my way quietly, a voice boomed from the staircase. "Why are you entering from the back door?" I was startled by the sudden outburst of voice that I could hear amidst the loud music. Did my siblings hire any bouncers for the party? I halted my steps as my interest was piqued, and the person was descending the steps with a hard glare. At least, he is trying his best to glare, and I also wanted to make sure next time he rephrases his question, so he will replace "why" with "who." I patted my back on being generous for the day.
The boy was in front of me, giving me the same glare, and I was taken aback when I faced those brown eyes. Baggy clothes—so inside I don't think he carried many muscles—and he looked young, too young for my liking, with curls. I muttered a little prayer for the second time; my first prayer was not granted, as my mother got married, and I really hope God compensates by fulfilling my second wish. I really hope he is not a minor; dealing with brats is not my cup of tea. If I am not wrong, in front of me there is a whole package plus a spoiled one. I still reminded myself not to judge a book by its cover.
"Are you crashing the party without an invitation?" He was scowling at me. I wanted to share my knowledge on the type of question one should start with, but I was interrupted. "Are you bloody deaf?" And the audacity of this guy that I fell in love with. I hate wrong acquisition, and I would have lashed out at whoever sprouted nonsense, but now, strangely, I am glued to the spot, studying his features, every tiny bit of him.
"Hey, you, open your bloody mouth." I met his eyes, and I couldn't stop my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. "Yes, baby, tell me." He was taken aback, clearly not expecting the response. "Are you invited?" I don't know; it's my house too, which I didn't voice out. "I don't know, am I, baby?" I smirked when I saw his fuming face. "Cut the bullshit, or you will definitely get something else chopped just so that you think before opening your mouth." I was absolutely taken aback by his response and was speechless. Did he just say that?
"Now, who the hell are you?" This should be the question to begin with, right? But does it matter? It's a bloody party. I rolled my eyes at his idiocy. "I am done with my final, and trust me, I am not going to enter that hell again in my life." He knitted his eyebrow in confusion; when the bulb lit in his brain, he remarked. "It was a simple question." I coughed at that. "It's a party with lots of strangers, which is obvious. I don't get why you cornered me, not that I am complaining, trust me, as your attack directly strikes my heart." He coughed at that. "Are you here for free booze?" Only booze is free at the party. "No, for free sex. If you say yes, we will find an empty room and lock ourselves in till morning. By that time, I can give you a better description of myself with an illustration. So, shall we?" He was dumbfounded for a moment, followed by shock. Before I could realize what was happening, I was pinned to the wall with a thud. I smirk while he glares; I love being rough, but only in bed.
He held my collar with the same furiousness. My hands were itching to grab his waist, pinned into mine. I sighed when something got erect a little. "Who the heck do you think you are, talking nonsense? Don't fucking think you can throw some shitty comment, and I will let you live, got it?" My eyes were wide by seeing his seething face.
Who the hell was this fierce beast? Congratulations to me, I am in love without any prior notice, just like that. His hold became tighter, and his glare turned harsher. I wanted to show my submission, but only on bed. I wanted to say something to cool the tense environment, while I was pondering before opening my big mouth, someone interrupted us.
"Archie, what's going on?" My Archie's whole posture turned softer, way softer for my liking, and that was my clue to get a glimpse of the intruder.
Height: 6.0, less than mine. He has a good physique, but it doesn't match mine. Thin lips don't beat my plump ones. He has good blue eyes, but they don't match mine, which are the same as my Archie's. Well, overall, he is average, but I don't think my Archie is on the same page. My Archie looks totally different from the one I fell in love with seconds before.
The intruder was giving a concerned look toward my Archie, and my Archie was blushing furiously. He loosened his grip immediately and turned toward the intruder. "He entered the party without an invitation and started talking nonsense. I was making sure he was not here to cause any problem." He spoke with shyness and with a gentle, sweet tone, which was absent while he was questioning me. I wanted to protest against this unfair treatment. The intruder smiled softly at Archie, who just dissolved even more. Oh god, I was on the verge of falling in love; I had almost fallen for my Archie when, clearly, my Archie is dating someone else. Is this guy his boyfriend? My Archie deserves more, at least someone like me. I am perfect from every angle.
"Are you ok, though?" The intruder questioned Archie, and he nodded his head while blushing. Oh god, I am going to puke. Where the hell was my feisty beast, whom I witnessed a few minutes back?
"He is not an outsider; he is Dallas' stepbrother of Andre, Mateo, and Sofia." Archie's eyes went wide with shock, and he started rubbing his neck because of guilt. Oops left his mouth slowly, biting his lips in the process. "I heard so much about him through his siblings, but never met him." He chuckled nervously as he faced me. He spoke. "I am sorry." Too polite for my liking, which I didn't acknowledge with any words or through gesture. "It's ok, I guess; clearly, it's a misunderstanding. Dallas will understand; come on, let's go." The intruder not only spoke on my behalf but also dragged my Archie along with him.
Did I hit on a guy who was already in a relationship? I sighed; for the first time, there was a sincere effort from my side, and I was immediately shut down. In dejection, I started making my way toward my room.
After getting freshened up, I lay on the bed. I tossed and turned for a few minutes, thinking that sleep would consume me, but I forgot about my stomach, which started to growl. I am not going to die of hunger over a heartbreak. I got up from the bed and started walking toward the kitchen. The party was in full blast, nakedness was even more, and the crowd was triple. When you are rich, I don't think there is any better way to show off than throwing a damn party, and my siblings are pros in that field. I rolled my eyes at the unnecessary waste of money.
I halted my steps at the kitchen entrance when I witnessed that the love of my life and the intruder were eye-fucking. I thought I was finally rid of these two; no, I couldn't be that lucky. I scoffed a little louder to get the attention, and both were startled. I slowly walked inside the kitchen and leaned on the cabinet. The atmosphere was awkward and enjoyable. "Are you guys planning to eye-fuck throughout the party?"
The intruder started glaring, and my love was blushing. Geez, this guy and his blush. Soon, my love composed himself and started glaring too. I huffed. "None of your business." Of course, it is. With a heavy heart, I continued. "If you ask me, you guys should get a room." The intruder's eyes went wide at that, and my Archie turned into a tomato.
I blurted what was running on their bloody mind. I am voicing out and making things easy for them. "Can't you mind your bloody business? We were just talking." I smirk at that talking bullshit. "Right, you guys didn't think of at least kissing each other." My love started coughing, and the intruder was watching everything but us. "What is wrong with you? Why are you poking your bloody nose unnecessarily?" My love was clearly irritated. "It's just a suggestion." "Well, no one asked you for one." "Clearly, you guys need one. Considering your circumstance, it was not going anywhere other than eye fucking, and you are welcome." They both scoffed in return. "You know what? Fuck you." My intruder responded with a middle finger. They started making their way out, and I couldn't help but mutter. "You could have rephrased the last word 'you as me."
The atmosphere turned cold immediately. My love halted his step. He was furious and was verge of destroying something. In confusion, the intruder halted too. "What did you say?" This emotion was different, definitely angry; no, I guess it's rage. What was so wrong with my statement? "I said to replace you with me," I repeated a little louder. He closed his eyes in frustration and started exhaling his breath. The intruder was furious.
When he opened his eyes, it had turned slightly red. "You fucking assumed me as bottom?" He took a few threatening steps toward me. "What made you think that I am a fucking bottom?" His whole body shook a little, and his eyes were radiant with anger. "How the hell did you come to that conclusion?" He cocked his eyebrow at that, and he was practically fuming, seeking an answer. He was staring dead in my eyes, and trust me, I gulped at the sight. I don't have answers for any of his questions. I just wanted to get his attention, but it hit me back, right on my face. He was not retreating without an answer, and I am clearly clueless about his anger.
"The word flew without being filtered." I tried to defend to avoid his wrath. "How the hell is that even possible? The word could have flown by me as a top, too, right?" I nodded my head at his comment, maybe, but clearly missed the point. "I am not getting your point, but you can relax because I am versatile." He knitted his eyebrow in confusion and was silent for a few seconds. "Where the hell are you even going with this?" What now? "Clearing the point, I am versatile." He was agitated. "Why the hell does it even matter?" "Because you are clearly bothered by being bottom, so it's ok, you can top me." He sighed exaggeratedly. "What the hell is your bloody problem? How the hell did my question turn into you inviting me into bed?""I don't know why you were bothered by my statement, but I wanted you to relax." "By inviting me to have sex with you?" I crooked a smile at that. "Hey, I am not bad in bed; in fact, the review is good—no, it's the best." He pinched the bridge of his nose with closed eye. After a few seconds, he spoke. "Something is definitely wrong with you." That came sharply; he reached his limit for the day.
"Archie, that's enough, I guess. Clearly, he is using this whole situation and expecting something else from you." At least I attempted, unlike you, asshole. "You are right, something is wrong with this guy. Let's go."
They both started walking, and I could make out that the intruder was dwelling on something. At the entrance of the kitchen, they paused their steps. The intruder was clearing his throat; I don't know for what reason, and my Archie was patiently waiting. "Archie, I know it's not the right time, but I think I need to clear something." My Archie gave the intruder his full attention, so did I, my ears perked.The words left from intruder, slowly. "I am not a bottom, Archie." Archie was baffled, obviously, and I don't know why I was glad about the revelation. My hopes were back. Archie was like a fish caught out of the water. He was not getting what to say exactly, nor able to breathe. Oh god, I am loving this whole thing, and they are definitely craving my input, and I am much obliged to that. "Well, problem solved; I am versatile." "Shut the hell up." That came in unison, for which I rolled my eyes.
What? I was making my point, which was valid at this point. Without wasting another second, they dodge from the kitchen. My point is valid; nothing was going to work with two tops, which I muttered to myself.
After having a sandwich, I grabbed a chips pack and a drink and started making my way from the kitchen. I was in the middle of the hall, crunching the chips and searching for my love, who was nowhere in sight. I was annoyed for no reason. I grabbed another drink and sat in the nearby chair. My eyes once again roamed around the hall, forgetting why the hell I avoided the front door in the first place. My siblings were there but, as usual, busy, which was good for me, and also, I don't give a damn in the given situation.
I scanned the area; once again, my love was nowhere in sight. I took a big layer of chips and crunched them in one go just to remove my frustration and finished the drink in no time. When two cans of drinks hit my stomach, I realized I was not making sense. We just met; it's not even infatuation, and I am getting worked up for no reason. I outstretched my arms and yawned louder when reality hit me. Damn, I am sacrificing my sleep over nothing, not even a kiss as a reward. Once again, my yawn wins over my futile things. I stood, brushed the crumbs that were all over me, and started walking toward my room.
As I turned the doorknob, I was momentarily frozen and surprised by the scene that unfolded before me. Something passed in me like an ache, so this is what heartbreak feels like. My instant crush is kissing the intruder, which is crushing something within me. There are other guys at the party; if I wanted to move on instantly, I could do that, but not before meddling with their kiss and thrusting my jealousy. Sounds fair to me.
I tapped hardly on the door to get their attention. The intruder was quick to release my crush and distance himself. Bad move, not to my eyes though. My love was trying to calm himself, getting hold of his breathing. Well, what can I say? I am the one who appears at the right time at the right place
. "That was fast," I smirked at the intruder, and my love blushed in return. God, not again.
My love was agitated. Of course, I get it, but I can't help it. He closed his eyes to get his hormones in control, and the intruder was rubbing his face furiously. "Are you seriously for real turning into a bloody stalker in no time?" I rolled my eyes at that. "Well, I am not that dense, and don't you think you guys should thank me?" That earned a glare from both of them. "For interpreting us, sure, why the hell not? You are creepy as hell." My love was scowling. "Well, you guys should have found a better place than my bedroom."
They both were startled. My Archie started scanning the room for confirmation, and the intruder was watching the door, either to escape or with wariness of any other intruder entering the room. "Sorry." They both said it in unison and meekly. "We were in a hurry, and the room was empty." "Of course, and I am not even sorry for my interruption." "Can you shut up for once?" My love shouted at me. "Whatever, so how was the kiss?"
I crossed my arms and waited for the reply. Both watched each other's faces. My love was shy; that soft nature was reeling from him, and the intruder was smiling a little. That was just a kiss. Why the hell are they acting like they lost their virginity? If they lose their virginity, what's the big deal? I will be more heartbroken; that's it, right?
"That's none of your business." My love once again, with his sweet, low voice, and the intruder wants to be anywhere but here. I am not getting his problem. He doesn't open his mouth; if he does, it's only to say a few words, nothing beyond that, and oh, to kiss, I guess. I couldn't just back off until I got something out of this.
"Felt glitter in the stomach, rainbows everywhere, and did you feel like you were in a dreamy land?" Still, my arm was crossed. My love knitted his eyebrow in confusion, and the intruder still wants to run from here. "Do we feel all that in a kiss?" My love's sincere and innocent question. He didn't just ask that. I couldn't help but burst into laughter; it took a few seconds to gain control. By that time, my love confusion state had turned into an angry one, as expected.
"Are you what, 16?" I couldn't help but poke him more. "Damn you, I am 18+." Thank God, I really don't want to hit on a minor. I chuckled in return. "If you guys are desperate, you can occupy the room for the night." They were in shock at my words. Somewhere, I was confident that they were not ready to take things to that level. Look at my love; he is damn innocent from head to toe, born especially for me. They both were speechless. My love was shyly side-eying the intruder with redness all over, and there was some eagerness in the face of the intruder, but he wouldn't accept my offer. They wouldn't accept the offer. I won't let them.
We stayed silent for a few minutes. "Well, I would love to join you guys, but I am not into threesomes." Both started sending daggers toward me, which I didn't bother to dodge. "Fuck…" When the realization hit him, he stopped in mid-sentence. "Archie, let's go; he is a bloody pervert, annoyingly enjoying everything." I couldn't let that happen, could I?
The intruder was the first one to exit the room. I held my love's hand and pulled him inside without wasting a second. I closed the door on the intruder's face. At last, serves him right. The door started banging, which I didn't give a damn about, and I pinned my love, who was in a state of shock, to the wall.
I inched closer, bringing my face near to his, and at that moment, he came out of the shock. He didn't panic; obviously, he is not shy or a sweet type. A strong one, just the thing I wanted in my love, and he is the one for sure. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go now."
Another exclusive feature I expected was to be feisty, and he is definitely the one. I was amused, and I chuckled at him, to which he hardened his glare. "You didn't answer my question. How was the kiss?" I provoked further; I needed some negative response, which in return will boost my ego further. "None…. I didn't let him finish his words; I closed his mouth using my hand. I did feel what I said at my first kiss."
He was surprised with interest. He spoke. "Really?" Wow, naiveness overloaded another quality that I prefer. "Yeah, sure. I was 12, and things would feel like a fairy tale at that age, right?" He nodded at that. "Maybe." He replied softly.
Once again, I nudge on the topic. "So, how was the kiss? Before he could protest once again. I spoke. Don't tell me it's none of my business. I am curious; nothing wrong, right?" He resigned from his protest as he understood that I was not letting go of him without an answer. "We barely started, and thanks to you for fucking it." The answer made my day. "So, you didn't feel anything." He glared in return. "I don't know, we were getting there, I guess, and once again, thanks to you." I chuckled at that, and he tried to break free.
"It was your first kiss, right?" He was taken aback but only for seconds, and soon he composed himself. "Don't try to deny it." I cautioned him.
He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms. "Yes, it was my first damn kiss. I waited for this for fucking so long; do you even know that? He was my long-time crush, asshole." I was not even surprised to hear that, but I couldn't help but ask why. By pointing at the door, I spoke with a baffled tone. "That one is your longtime crush." I hit the spot where his anger reached its peak. Please don't blame me for that; it's going to take forever to digest this news. "For how many years were you into him?" I am surprised. Is it even possible?
With a sigh, he spoke. "I don't know, from my school days, he was my senior." My eyes were bulging at the revelation. Seriously, what the hell? For years, he had a crush on someone. "You had a crush on that guy for years, and after years, you were able to kiss him? A half kiss." I couldn't help but taunt a little to thrust my jealousy. Archie glared at me at that. "I didn't make a bloody move because I thought he wasn't into guys." I was like, "Oh." "So, what changed?" "I don't know, we were talking and became a little close. I thought something would work out at this party, and you just had to happen to destroy everything." I coughed at the acquisition.
"I can't believe you took years just to kiss a guy. I don't know how many times I had sex by the time I was your age.""Stop fucking taunting me." "That guy doesn't deserve you." "Why not add the sentence that you are better than him, too?" "Oh, come on, that's obvious, I am." "You just want to sleep with me. How the hell are you better than Alex?" Oh, we have the name of the intruder.
"At least, it's about time; lose the bloody virginity rather than going behind the guy who is running from everything." "Shut the hell up. He is not running from everything; we will work it out. He needs bloody time." "And it's going to be forever, and you will die a virgin, for sure." He was agitated with every word that was coming from me.
So many things were running in his head that I could make out by how his expression was changing, and at last, he gave up and averted his eyes. "We thought of taking things slower, after he realized his sexuality." I chuckled at that. "You mean, he thought of taking it slow?" "Drop it for fuck's sake."
His breathing started getting uneven, and he started fighting to get free from my hold. I went too much, I guess. Once again, I pinned him to the wall by holding his hand on either side, and I spoke. "Sorry, I went too far." He stopped his struggle. "Indeed, bastard." I chuckled at that and hugged him despite his protest. "I am right, though. Stop it while you can; things won't go anywhere with that mindset, trust me." He huffed in annoyance. "I liked him for years." I sighed at that. I just saw Archie, I am already pursuing him, and so, it's not easy to let go.
"Give me a chance; I will erase him in no time." He chuckled at that. "You just want to sleep with me." "Obviously, and I want much, much more from you." We both were relaxed for an unknown reason.
"We just met; I am in no place to judge the guy, but I have met those types of guys." He scoffed at that. "Hey, I had a fair amount of secret sex." I was offended, an experienced guy talking over here. "The way you speak, you reek of sex; it's disgusting, and you don't have absolute shame of anything." "Let me rephrase your sentence: I love sex; there's nothing wrong with that. Trust me, secretly having sex is the best sex of my life, but that's not my life. I am out, and I love what I am. So, trust me, you don't have any life, the way things are going. You have wasted too much of your youth, and I am not letting you waste a day more on that guy. Absolutely not. So be prepared."
I smirk, seeing his precious face. He looked slightly horrified. His voice was low, having an idea of what I am saying; at the same time, he doesn't want to hear it, but he is not willing to go against the idea. "For what?" "I am pursuing you. Run as far as you can, but I am not letting you go far from me." He chuckled shakily. "You just don't waste time, do you?" "I already wasted enough of my time, fucking. Now, it was time to get to the serious part of my life, and that includes you." He leaned on the wall with a sigh. "I didn't agree to anything." "Yup, I know, so let me start the chase; you'd better run for your life." He started laughing at that, and I couldn't help but join him.
When you know, you know. Why the hell waste any more time?
"It's a challenge, and I am making sure you are losing," Archie spoke between his smiles. "Let's see. Same time, same place next year, we will be together as couples." He rolled his eyes at that with a sweet smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah."
We were silent, and I watched every action of Archie, who was seeing everything but me. I wanted to devour him right now without wasting any more seconds. I had my fair share of sex; whenever I met anyone, it was always about sex, nothing more or less. I prefer that way. This is different from Archie. I am dying to have sex with him, but also expecting much more than that.
I never felt so connected. I felt something when I laid my eyes on him. I was never into relationships; that's too much baggage that I was not willing to carry. I dreamt of having a carefree life, no attachment, and no commitment, and getting married was not on my bucket list. I wanted to be carefree throughout my life, and that was my agenda until today. I never thought things would take a turn so fast. This is what my mom felt; I guess.
Archie cleared his throat a few times. "You are eye-fucking me." I wasn't even shocked. "Trust me, I want to do so many things." His breath turned sharp and shaky. "Wow, do you want to, like, now?" I was taken aback for a moment. "I don't mind, and I am 18."
Every nerve in me yelled at me to grab the chance and to devour him. I took a sharp intake of breath; I always craved sex without attachment, and I don't want this one to turn into my regular thing. I was willing to wait. I am going to wait for the moment to devour him when we are in a relationship. Not now, when it could turn into just sex, nothing else. Nope. I absolutely want him in my life.
"We should get going." I wanted to lock him up with me forever, but let's talk reality, it's impossible. I wanted to go out of this room, before I regret doing anything. "Did you notice the banging stopped?" His ears perked at that, maybe to prove me wrong. "Yeah." He nodded his head in acknowledgement in a sour mood.
I unlocked the door, and we walked together. I thought a mini crowd would be gathered at the door, but it wasn't the case. Still, the party was on, and it was rocking. I saw Alex, who was chatting with my stepbrothers, eyes on my room door. As soon as we stepped out, by excusing himself, he was in front of Archie in no time. I scoffed at that.
My stepbrothers gave a warm smile and were shocked when they saw me at the party, which I usually skip. Alex was glued beside Archie, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. He went completely mute when he saw my stepbrothers, but he didn't miss sending glares toward me. I smirked at the gesture.
My stepbrothers, as always, made me feel welcome at the party. They didn't miss the opportunity to introduce me to everyone with eagerness. I played the good brother role, as usual, but more from my heart. I couldn't ignore my stepbrothers anymore, and their attempts started making me feel guilty. I tried to match them; I sincerely attempted for the first time, and I know somewhere I have already accepted them as my brothers.
In no time, my stepsister joined us, and the crowd grew bigger. I tried to grab Archie's hand, who avoided it with a glare. I huffed at that. I should have sex when I have a chance; things with him are never going to be easy.
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I snuggled even closer when I, once again, recalled how I met Archie, who groaned in return. "You are crushing me." He yelled but didn't try to escape from my hold. "Oh god, not again. Stop that smile; it's annoying." My smile grew even wider. "It's been years; get over it." I hated the reminder but welcomed it.
Yes, it's been years since we were together. I didn't waste any time in pursuing him; I started showing up wherever he was. He groaned when he saw me on his college premises, grunted when I showed up at his workplace, and was frustrated when I didn't leave him alone at the library. I begged for one date, which was rejected so many times. One fine day, he agreed, and we never looked back.