The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

Jonah sat in his desk chair. His lips stretched to each of his ears as he smiled, twirling in his seat and staring at his phone. He was quite happy that he was able to reconcile with Kylan, and as he heard him shuffling from his bed, he sprung to his feet and approached Kylan as he yawned, turning over in the bed.

Kylan fluttered his eyes open, yawning even louder than the first time and turning over, closing his eyes again. Until the scent made him realize where he was, and his eyes immediately widened in alert, and he sprung upwards, turning his head and meeting Jonah's worried gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, "You don't have to be scared of me."

"I'm not," Kylan said, calming his breathing, "I'm just...surprised."

He nodded his head, then raised an eyebrow, "How did you sleep?"

"Well," it was somewhat awkward since they had not really ended their conversation last night, ended up having great sex that kept causing Kylan's cheeks to flare red when he thought about it, "I think."

"Look, Kylan," Johan started, "I don't want you to feel like you have to be with me. If you don't want to be with me, I understand."

"I can't stop thinking about you, even if I don't want to," Kylan admitted, turning his head away.

Jonah bit his bottom lip, "I can't stop thinking about you either."

Suddenly, Kylan recalled where he had been before he arrived at Jonah's. He pushed the covers from over him and started rushing to his clothes. He had completely ditched him even though he had been the one to meet with him to listen to his music. Kylan basically had sex with two guys in one night, and that was a person he never thought he would become or turn into.

Jonah was confused, seeing him hurry across his room, "Are you late to something?"

He ignored Jonah, threw his clothes back on, and exited the bedroom. However, as he opened the bedroom door, there stood Leah, and he frowned, turning to face Jonah for a second and stepping aside. Jonah raised an eyebrow, "Leah, what are you doing here?"

"Your butler let me in," she said coldly, staring at Kylan, who shook his head and exhaled a long sigh.

"I should've known," Kylan said, nodding his head then stepping around her, ignoring Jonah's calls for him. He sprinted outside the home and called a cab that's drive half an hour later. The cab driver brought him back to Charles, and he was unsure what he was ready to say or do. However, Charles had been a great support system, as well as a friend who cared about him a lot, and hurting him was the last thing he wanted to do.

He reached the door and knocked softly. It took a few minutes before the door opened, and when Charles saw it was Kylan, he sighed but stepped outside instead of letting him in and closed the door behind him. He had showered, his hair was dripping, and he was in comfortable clothes rather than his suit from the party. However, he had a guess where Kylan had gone, and he hoped it not to be true.

Kylan inhaled a sharp breath as he met the dry gaze of Charles, which had not a trace of emotion, rather annoyance and boredom.

He soon raised an eyebrow and said, "What are you doing here?"

Kylan gulped, "I'm sorry I left you last night."

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"Is that all?" he chuckled, "Because I was eating breakfast." It had been quite cold, to which he turned away for a moment.

"No," Kylan shook his head and scratched the side of his face, "thank you for yesterday."

"I'm glad you had fun using me."

"I wasn't using you-"

"You think I'm an idiot, Ky?" Charles hissed, stepping forward with his arms folded, "You were staring at Jonah the whole night. I don't expect you not to like him anymore, but having sex with me then leaving to go to his, that's foul." Kylan hoped he had not known about that and bit his bottom lip stressfully, "I made a mistake."

"You made a grave mistake," Charles spat, "and I don't intend on forgiving you. I don't just have sex with anybody."

"Charles, I was drunk and in my feelings-"

"And that doesn't change anything. Being drunk doesn't mean you can play whoever you like and have an excuse."

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"I know, but "

"But nothing," he exclaimed with gritted teeth, "all I wanted from you was faithfulness, and we weren't even dating yet, and you couldn't do that." He shook his head and opened his door, "Please leave, and don't come back."

Kylan inhaled sharply but instinctively leaped forward, placing his foot in-between the door before it shut. Charles lifted his eyes to notice the determination in Kylan's gaze. They met eyes, and he screamed, "I'm not telling you to forgive me. But I did like you, Charles, and you didn't deserve that, and I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"Kylan-"

"I never thought I would become that person, and I feel helpless because of it. Jonah has literally taken control of my life, and it's not your fault at all. I thought I could move on with you, but I ended up using you instead, and you are such a genuine and amazing person; you did not deserve that."

He pulled his foot from the door, and when he raised his eyes, he noticed Charles' eyes were teary as he kept the door open a bit. He then rushed forward, placing his lips on Kylan's and pressing as hard as he could, deepening the kiss with such compassion that Kylan thought his heart would explode. He even reached forward himself, wrapping his arms around Charles' shoulders and attempting to gain dominance, but Charles was not allowing him.

Instead, Charles pulled him inside and did not pull away from the kiss as he guided him up the stairs and to his room. As he shut the door behind him, he raised his shirt over his head, and Kylan did the same. However, his eyes landed on a few hickeys Jonah had given him, and it caused his eyes to sharpen, his teeth gritting before he leaped forward, shoving Kylan onto the bed and climbing over him.

"He marked what's mine," he breathed as he bit Kylan's skin, to which he winced, a low grunt escaping his tongue.

Charles tugged at his buckle until it slipped off, and he pulled down Kylan's pants with a smirk. When Kylan noticed Charles's lips were descending, he widened his eyes, "Are you sure, Charles?"

"Don't worry about me, Ky," he muttered as his lips were near his man parts.