Quarantine Bae

Quarantine Bae Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Saints POV

“Jared?”

He’s not there when I walk in the room. I need to talk to him. I need to tell him that the kiss we had was a mistake. I need to tell him that if it came between him and my brother, that I chose my brother.

But I realize I’m talking to no one. It’s strange that Jared isn’t there. Ken and Tivonte we both in Tivonte’s room. Soul and my son were in the kitchen. I get close to the bed and lay in it. I don’t know why.

Where the hell were you Jared?

I grab onto his comforter and sniff them. They smell like Jared and for a moment I swear it turns me completely on.

And that’s when I see it. Some of Jared’s underwear. His underwear is just sitting there. I grab them. They are used. There is a slight scent of manly sweat on them. My dick is so hard that it presses up against the seams of my pants begging to be released. I don’t know why he turns me on so much but he does. And right now I’m longing for him.

I had to stay away from him.

I throw the underwear down and start walking out of the room but I stop midway. What if I left this room and saw Jared. I would fuck him. No matter where he was or what he was doing, I would pull him in the nearest bathroom and make sweet love to him. The problem is was that I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to my brother.

So I lay back down. I had to release somehow. I had to get this tension out.

“Fuck you, Jared,” I state.

I hated him for making me feel this way. I hated him for drawing such a wedge between me and my brother. But the hate was all surface-level resistance to other emotions bubbling up. Other emotions that I didn’t want to feel. Now wasn’t the time for me to be getting feelings for Jared or anyone else for that matter, but especially Jared. Especially him.

I lay myself down, ready. I slip my underwear down my thighs to my ankles. My right-hand slides up cupping my balls and feeling the fullness ready for release. My left-hand rises up and runs up the back of my neck through my hair and caress my face on the way down. My right hand is massaging my balls, groping, grabbing. My left goes to my chest and rests there, feeling the already erect nipple.

My mind is lost in fantasy as I pretend these hands are not mine but of another.

“Damn Jared…” I imagine out loud.

Someone not here. Someone I want, long to be touched by. I feel his lips against mine as I raise my right hand and moisten my fingers. It's his hand, not my left that rises up and strokes my face tenderly. I can almost feel his warm body pressed against mine as my right-hand slips down between my legs and strokes lightly at me.

A quiet moan escapes my lips as I'm strummed just right down below. I can see him, his eyes looking into mine as he gently applies pressure and then a finger is in me. The warmness, the softness hugging tightly, never wanting to let go. I feel that slow trace of a finger, teasing my right nipple. Another finger joins the one down below, pressing its way into my fortress of solitude.

“Stop. I can’t. I can’t do this to Soul,” I tell him.

“You can’t resist me,” I imagine Jared saying.

"There," I moan quietly, hitting that spot with precision, "there."

I fight the urge not to scream as my left hand is slowly tracing over my body with a soft feather touch. The fingers between my cheeks are thrusting with a slow steady rhythm, pressing and releasing that love button with a teasing grace. The left cups my balls, feeling the ache to release.

My back arches as I try to get further into me. I wet my lips. My body moves in waves as it responds to the self-inflicted pleasure. The man in my mind knows just how to touch me, how to make me feel. His lips are so soft against mine. I can't hold back anymore. He knows this night is about me and only me, though for me it's always about him.

My right-hand returns to my mouth for a quick slick as my left scratches across my chest. A hand is on my dick, firm, yet lose.

“You can’t stop thinking about me,” he tells me, “Be a man. Tell your brother how you feel about me. Tell your brother that I’m yours.”

“You’re not mine. I barely know you.”

“Then why are you sniffing my underwear. Why do you want to rip my clothes off every time you see me?”

The warmness goes up and down my shaft as I imagine his lips surrounding it. My balls are being cupped. My grunts and groans are stifled as my hips rise and fall with each thrust. I'm longing to have him in me again.

My left hand is on a futile mission to find the man that is not there as pressure mounts in me. My head is whipping back and forth against the pillow.

Sensations are flooding through me. "Yeah, baby, do it for me." I can hear him say in my head. "Bust that nut for me, Saint, show me what I do to you."

My jaw is shaking as the groans grow more and more audible.

He's doing this to me, though he is not here. His touch, not his touch, is driving me to the brink. My hips bounce uncontrollably against the soft cushion of the bed. I imagine having Jared face down ass up as I dive into his guts over and over and over. I imagine those sweet innocent eyes looking back at me begging me to slow down. And I do just for him. I don’t want to hurt him. I want to make love to that boy pussy.

"F...fu...uuuuckk." I whimper with the thought of him doing this to me without even being here. My skin is crawling with a desire to feel his touch. He's doing this to me, he's responsible for what is about to happen and he'll never know.

That’s when I hear a knock on the door. It’s the silent knock of my son, “Hello!”

“One second!” I scream out to my son.

I’m so close. My body is trembling. I imagine getting Jared’s hole ready so I can coat him with my thick cum. I want to cum inside of him. I want to OWN that boy pussy.

“Daddy? Why are you in Jared’s room?”

“One- second son.”

“Daddy are you OK?”

My voice sounds strained. My son is worried about me.

“ONE SECOND SON! DADDY IS CUMMIN!”

With a supernova explosion, I burst. Earthquakes of joy ripple through me to every inch of my body. My body trembles and jerks uncontrollably with aftershocks. I twitch and jerk. Each shot coats my stomach. I thrash uncontrollably, my body folding up and slamming back down against the bed in the violence that is my orgasm. Bang. Bang. Bang. My head whips from left to right as my legs kick out and slam down onto the mattress.

I shudder with as the last drops he's unknowingly coaxed from me. They dribble out to join the rest. My back arches one last time and slams down before that exalted peace is finally within my grasps. I'm panting, heart is racing. My mind is lost in bliss. I rub my face against the pillow, pretending it's his touch as I slowly drift back down. It hits me then, that I’m alone.

In my haze, I hear his voice saying, "See? I told you that you couldn’t resist me."

I clean up as fast as I can, using his underwear to do it because I can’t find anything else in the room to do it with. I look down at his cum soaked underwear wondering if I should hide it but I don’t. I put it right on the side of his bed. A part of me wants him to see it. A part of me wants him to wonder who did this to his underwear and perhaps figure out it’s me.

After cleaning up I open the door and see my son standing there looking at me with this suspicious look on his face. If he wasn’t just a kid I would have sworn he would know precisely what I was up to.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” I try to play it off as though nothing matters.

“Where’s Jared?”

Jared had made it his duty this entire time to be there for my son. Every morning he spent time with him at the breakfast table where they discussed Paw Patrol and a whole bunch of other kid cartoons that I had no real idea about. To be honest, I loved every moment of it. It brought my son out of his shell. WIth Jared around my son wasn’t really affected by the Quarantine.

Something didn’t feel right.

“I’ll find him…”

~

I walk into the living room. My brother is just sitting there. He doesn’t look over at me when I walk into the living room.

“Hey Soul? Have you seen Jared?” I ask.

Soul ignores me.

“Soul?”

Soul doesn’t respond. There is this eeriness about him. Ever since he killed that guy in the shop he’s been acting sort of weird. Seeing him zoned out like that scares me. I’ve never seen him like this before and it’s beginning to worry me. Truthfully I don’t think it’s helping that I’m asking him about the location of Jared either.

I have no choice but to try to find Jared on my own.

I find myself making my way to the rooftop. It’s the only place that I think someone would be spending some time. I do find someone at the rooftop but it’s not Jared. It’s Tivonte. He’s standing out looking over the rooftop at the city. It was strange because I was so sure that he was in his room asleep with Ken this entire time.

As I approach him, he turns and looks at me.

“Hey, you see Jared out here man?” I ask, but quickly add, “My son is asking about him.”

I don’t want Tivonte to think that I am missing his best friend. Their relationship was really strong. Tivonte was really protective of Jared. God knows what he would think if he knew that I cared about Tivonte. The only thing that would probably irritate him more is to know what I did with Ken.

“It’s so damn peaceful out here,” he says, “No cars. No people. It’s like the city has gone into hibernation.”

We exchange a knowing glance and I add-in, “Yeah it would be nice if the circumstances were different. The peace would be nice if it wasn’t because of some epidemic. But wait---are you drinking? It’s 8 am in the morning?”

He nods and laughs, “I gotta get through this quarantine somehow...”

I am half amused and half terrified at Tivonte, “I’m not sure drinking your way through the quarantine is the best idea.”

He shrugs, “Oh well. I already committed to it.”

I pat him on the back and grab the drink out of his hand and take a swig myself, “You’re right. Why stop at the Dark Fever when you can get the liver disease too?”

We laugh for a moment. I guess even though the circumstances are bleak it is nice that I’m not going through this alone.

“I been meaning to talk to you?”

“Me?”

Tivonte turns to me. He has this real serious look in his eyes. For a moment I wonder if he was suspecting something happened between Ken and I. Had Ken opened his big fucking mouth and let something slip?

“I wanted to thank you,” he surprises me and says, “My best friend was in danger and you went out of your way to help him. For that, I owe you, man. For that, I call you a friend.”

He reaches out his hand to me. There is something really significant about this moment. Something tells me that Tivonte is a guy who holds his friendships to high self-esteem and the fact that he was considering me a friend because of what I did for Jared really means something to me. When he shakes my hand I honestly feel a bit bittersweet by it.

Maybe I should tell him about me and Ken now. Maybe now was the best time.

“Listen there’s something I need to tell you too…but I really don’t want you to get upset about it,” I state, “I need you to know something…”

“Listen you saved the man I love----twice. I owe you big time. I won’t be mad…”

“Wait,” I confused, “I didn’t save Ken.”

Then it hits me. He wasn’t talking about Ken.

“Fuck, did I just say the man I love?” he says.

There is a cool awkwardness that fills the air. Tivonte is a dark-skinned guy so when red saturates out of his cheeks it is clear that I just caught him in something that he didn’t want to be caught in. I have to admit that I was a bit intimidated by him. He was tall and striking. I may have had the cool, handsome boy-next-door thing going on but people went crazy for super tall guys. Tivonte was a looking tall guy at that. If this was real, then what the hell did that mean? All of a sudden I’m just fucking concerned.

I’m desperately trying to figure out what it is that Tivonte is trying to tell me, “I thought you and Ken were serious----”

Tivonte looks down at his feet. Ever since admitting that Jared was the man he loved, he doesn’t even give me eye contact. The more nervous he looks, the more nervous I actually become? How could I compete with Tivonte? It wasn’t just physical. They had years of a relationship that I never could have with Jared. They had a bond already.

“We are,” he explains, “It’s just that me and Jared have always had a connection. With Ken, it’s all passion. Sometimes I love it. Because I do love Ken. But other times I don’t think it should be so hard. With Jared...it would have been so easy.”

He stares out at the city. He stares out at the peaceful city. That’s when it occurs to me that he probably was out here thinking about Jared.

And for a moment I knew exactly what he saw in Jared because it’s the same exact thing that I saw in him.

“He seems like an easy guy to love…”.

He was kind. He was generous. He was sexy. He was sweet. He was loyal. My son loved him. It just felt right. It just felt like Jared was … peace. He was tranquility.

Tivonte turns to me, opens up his pocket and pulls something out, “That’s why I’m thinking that I should at least have a conversation with him before I give this to Ken.”

“What the fuck!”

Tivonte has a ring in his hand! He has an actual ring. Looking down at it, I can tell that he’s been pondering on this for a while. It’s fucking beautiful. It looks expensive.

He shakes his head, “I know what you’re thinking. I’m stuck between these two guys and I can’t seem to make a decision. With Ken it’s exciting and he keeps me on my toes. With Jared he’s subdued and he makes me feel safe. I don’t know who to give it to. What do you think?”

“Maybe I’m not the one you should be asking advice to,” I tell him.

I’d slept with Ken and I had feelings for Jared that I was trying to get past. Either way, it was fucking complicated and for some reason, I feel like I just want to run away from this conversation as fast as I can.

“We are friends man,” he tells me, “I trust you.”

“Well, you have to look at it from all sides. Does Jared look at you in that way?”

“That’s the risk…” he nods, “But you have a point. All I know is that if I give this to Ken it would be so final.”

It would be so easy at this moment to be selfish. A part of me wants to be selfish. I want to talk Tivonte into giving the ring to Ken. That would leave Jared completely open. That would leave Jared completely free for me to pursue. But did I want to pursue Jared? Even with Tivonte out of the picture, Soul still had a thing for Jared.

Loving Jared was easy, but the circumstances around falling for him were a lot more complicated.

I wanted Jared for myself.

But I also wanted to be able to sleep at night.

“If you really thought Jared was the one for you, I don’t think you would have been able to be with Ken at all.”

He sighs. I don’t know what kind of advice to give him but deep inside I wanted to stop him from pursuing Jared for personal reasons. The guilt builds up on me because truthfully it was all for selfish reasons.

“You’re right. I need to man up and just give this to Ken. It’s time for me to settle down…”

Pushing Tivonte away from Jared meant pushing him towards Ken. And all of a sudden I

“There’s something you need to know. It’s about Ken.”

I take a deep breath. The nerves sweep over me. They devastate me for a moment as I’m standing there unsure of how to get through this situation without making Tivonte completely hate me.

“What about Ken?”

We both turn at that moment. We see Ken walking up. I watch as Tivonte quickly stuffs the ring back in his pocket so that Ken doesn’t see it as he joins us on the rooftop.

I had to admit it. Ken was perfect. He was the best looking guy in the building, by far. His face was something that looks like it was created in some sort of lab somewhere. He had this exotic vibe about him that made him just look expensive. Even throughout the quarantine where we didn’t have access to barbers, he’d managed to look exceptional as though he hadn’t skipped a beat throughout this whole process.

“We were just doing some locker room talk,” Tivonte says, “Nothing major bae----”

Ken walks over, “Well I’m sorry to interrupt but I think we have a problem…”

“What is it?”

“It’s Jared. He’s disappeared…”

Tivonte looks shocked. I’m not sure how I didn’t see it before. I thought it was just a protective friend but the panic that sets indefinitely makes me think that it is something more. It definitely makes me think that the passion he felt for Jared has always been lurking right below the surface and I just didn’t take the time to realize it.

“What do you mean disappeared?” he reacts.

“He’s been gone all morning,” I state, “Tivonte---hey, you OK? Tivonte we’re going to find him…”

Tivonte has zoned out. I had to admit he isn’t the only one concerned. Jared meant a lot to me. He meant a lot to my son. Knowing that he was lost somewhere in the middle of a dangerous pandemic was something that scares the hell out of all of us.

What I don’t expect though is for Ken to put his hand on Tivonte’s shoulder comforting him over a lost Jared, “I’m sure he’s fine. We’ll make sure to find him…”

~

I’m blocks away from the house at this point searching for Jared. My mask is secured on my face and my heart has been throbbing since I left the house. Every sound that I hear on the streets could possibly be someone who was infected. Every person moving towards me could be someone who wants to try to rob me or harm me in some sort of way. This world wasn’t what it used to be.

The heat is blazing. It blurs my eyesight. I keep going though. I had to find him. If anyone was worth this sweltering heat it would be Jared.

That is until I hear footsteps of someone running up behind me!

I turn quickly, moving back towards the person running towards me with equal force! We collide and I manage to slam the person on the concrete, pinning them down beneath my biceps and my muscular thighs. It was an easier take-down then I had imagined. When I look beneath me though I’m surprised at who I see.

Ken.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” I ask, “We agreed to split up…”

Ken looks up at me, “You going to let me up? Or you enjoy pinning me to the ground. Reminds me of all that deep fucking we did…”

He puts an emphasis on deep. The truth is that sex with Ken was amazing. The girls I had been with sometimes had trouble with how aggressive I could be in bed. They hated how deep I insisted I go. Ken was different though. He took the pounding---like a man. It was all different. I hated the fact that I was still attracted to him in some way. And soon I realize I’m not the only one. He then does the craziest thing. He leans forward and licks at my lips. His wet tongue brushing against my lips was something that I was far from expecting. I push off of him as quickly as I can standing up and getting my bearings.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t miss this,” he states when he stands up and looks at me.

“I’m good,” I respond turning away from him and walking, “You should have told me you were in a relationship before we started all that.”

I want to get away from him. He was in trouble. I should have known it when I met him on Jack’d and he showed up at my door in no time. I should have known that he was familiar with the building and the area. I should have known he was in the building. I guess I was so overwhelmed with the idea of being with a guy that all the signs escaped me.

He catches up to me. He attempts to grab my hand in the middle of the street and I swipe it away as hard as possible. The streets were empty but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t want him touching me.

“Playing hard to get,” he asks, “I see you with Jared all the time now. You better not be cheating on me.”

“You got a whole boyfriend. Don’t worry about what’s going on with me and Jared.”

He runs in front of me and stops moving to make sure that I stop in my path as well. It’s clear he wanted attention from me and it seemed to be driving him crazy that I wasn’t giving him what I would have before I knew that he was in a relationship.

“Wait so ..I wasn’t tripping. Something is going on between you two?” he asks.

I think about it. Was there? I wondered the same thing myself. No matter how much I fought my feelings for Jared they kept popping up. I’ve literally been out here searching for him and I had no plans of going back until I found him.

“Not yet,” is the only answer I can come up with.

“That wasn’t a no…”

“No, it wasn’t,” I state, “I’m not like you. I’m not going to lie about what’s going on in my life.”

His eyes corner me. That’s when he grabs my hand, “Please Saint…”

“What are you doing?”

“This.”

Before I know it Ken has grabbed my hand and slowly shoved it in the back of his sweatpants. He guides my fingers to his hole. His asshole is wet. I’m not sure if it’s from his own man juices or if it’s sweat. I find myself shocked when he attempts to push his finger in my asshole. He loosens his sphincter so the finger goes in several inches. The whole time his eyes are set on mine as though he is in a trance. We are in the middle of a fucking street that would be crowded with people if it wasn’t the middle of an epidemic.

A part of me is turned on but I know this isn’t right. So I pull my hand out of his pants. As soon as I do he goes down on my finger shoving it in his mouth and licking the moisture clean off my finger.

I give him a hard shove, pushing him back as hard as I can.

“Yo ---chill out. What the hell are you doing?” I ask him.

“You know what I’m doing,” he responds to me, “I been thinking about you. I can’t get you outta my head. You’re so fucking, sexy Saint.”

“We are supposed to be looking for Jared?”

E

“What can Jared’s plain, simple looking ass do for you when you have all this?” he asks.

Ken could be a savage when he wanted to be. Physically he had a point. He looked better than Jared. But that was just physically. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t tempting to take Ken in the back alley and go deep in that ass of his until he screamed out my name. I could imagine how desperate he was for this dick at this moment by how wet his asshole was.

How long had he been waiting until we were alone?

How much did he want it?

It feels like there is literally a devil on my shoulder right now telling me I should do it. Ken was one of the most attractive guys I’d seen in my life and he was literally throwing himself at me.

“And Tivonte?”

“You barely even know Tivonte,” he states walking over to me and rubbing his hands against my abs. He is worshipping my six-pack. His hands sliding up and down as though he was using them as some sort of washboard.

I take a deep breath.

This was harder than I could imagine.

“I can’t,” I state.

“What?”

“I can’t do this to him.”

There is silence. I don’t think Ken has ever been turned down in his life. I was pretty sure guys that looked like him got what they wanted when they wanted it. And the truth was it was taking everything inside of me to turn him down. But wrong was wrong.

Ken looks irritated. His face turns red with embarrassment.

“You can’t do this to who? Tivonte or Jared?”

It was a good question. Who was I holding back for? I hadn’t even thought of who I meant when I said it. As I think about his question though there is a disturbance. The sound of laughing. A jeering sound.

“Well, well, well…” the voice says.

They are across the street. It’s a group of them. My heart races when I realize who the group is.

“Jay Boom?” Ken says shocked at who it is.

“You know him?”

Jay Boom and his friends were driving this way in a pickup truck. There were at least five guys in the back and Jay Boom himself was in the driver’s seat. The group was patrolling the streets, seemingly looking like they were up to nothing but trouble. Seeing them again brings back all the memories that happened the last time we saw them. I’m not afraid. It’s not that. It’s a different emotion that pops up in my mind. Anger. Jay Boom has this smug look on his face. It’s as though he is on the top of the world and can’t be touched. He started this. The memories build up all this resentment in me. How they almost beat Tivonte’s life out of him. How they attacked Soul. How they dragged Saint away.

But Boom had this look in his eyes. And if he was smarter he would have waited until he was closer to announce himself. But he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been looking for you motherfuckers!” he growls from across the street.

“Book it,” I whisper to Ken.

Ken looks over at me confused about what’s going on.

“What?”

He wasn’t there when we had last seen Boom. I don’t know how he knew Jay Boom but I knew that this wasn’t good.

“RUN!”

I turn around and start running. I feel a slight piercing of fear in my heart…final. Why it disturbs me, I am so well unaware. But it briskly jerks me back to my reality.

I run like mad, hearing the shrieking of the truck as it is following me. Ken’s right behind me. It’s him who suggests somehow we run through an alley to get away from the street. The car swerves and I hear the door open. I’m assuming they realize they can’t follow us into the alley by car, so they are taking to a chase. At least some of them. I could still hear the roaring of the car on the pavement which told me they were splitting up to get at us. That’s when I hear it.

BANG!

“They are shooting at us!” Ken yells, tears in his eyes, “Why the hell are people shooting at us!”

“These are the fuckin people at attacked us before,” I tell him.

I don’t think Ken is taking it seriously until I say that. I don’t think he realizes that these people weren’t trying to beat us up. They wanted us dead. My breaths are sharp and frantic, my eyes are wide filled with tears. It’s not fear. It’s anger. I want to fight back. Running is painful. The anger washes over me as I think of the possibility of my life being cut short.

The ground blurred below me. I continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, but I figured it was because this maniac, Jay Boom, was after me. The only things that could hinder me from survival were my physical limits and my doubt.

“This way!” I scream out to Ken.

The steady pound of my footsteps echoed into my ears. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead and splatter to my chin. The angry I developed from remembering what they did to my brother and what they almost did to Jared added as strength. The soles of my shoes hitting the ground, I wasn’t giving up. It was the way I always released my energy that made me continue.

We turned the corner and ran down the streetlamp lit avenue. The car would have doubled back by now and we would be visible if we kept running. I noticed that a backyard fence had a rectangular indent and I pulled Ken into it.

There we stood, hearts in their mouths, as still as statues for what seemed like an hour.

They didn’t find us.

~

We are headed back to the house and I’m shaking my head. I’m just angry. We get into the hallway of the building but right before we go in I can see Ken looking at me like he had something to say.

“Say something…” Ken says.

“How the fuck do you know Jay Boom?”

“I invited him over to Tivontes place once when he wasn’t home and things just happened…”

They had sex. He fucking invited Boom to our building at one point! I knew that Ken liked it rough but I had no idea that he would go for someone like Boom!

All of a sudden the seriousness of the situation starts getting to me. My heart skips…

“He knows where we live?”

My mouth drops. I should have known that I wasn’t the only guy that Ken was cheating on Tivonte with. I should have known Ken was fucking trouble when I knew him. The anger drafts over me and I just find myself shaking my head.

That’s when Ken realizes how serious this situation is, “Maybe he forgot. It was a few weeks ago and…”

Fuck. Fuck!

I am pacing back and forth. This was bad. Jay Boom knew where we lived. He could come here at any point. Now that he saw me with Ken it would make sense for him to try to track down where Ken lived.

“He will try to figure it out! Do you think he’s just going to leave us alone? We killed his son…”

“Soul killed his son...if I remember the story correctly. That has nothing to do with the rest of us.”

He made me sick at that moment. That was the kind of person Ken was. He just cared about himself. I keep thinking about how kind Jared was. Ken may have had the looks but he had no heart and honestly, it made me miss Jared even more

“Fuck you, Ken. Honestly. Fuck you. Soul is my fuckin brother!”

Ken gives me this look. It’s a look without any emotion or anything else really. He was just completely lacking anything.

He crosses his arms and shrugs, “He’s problematic…”

The way he emphasizes problematic reminds me of how my parents talked about Soul. My brother had always been somewhat difficult. He was angry with me now. He probably hated me for leaving him in that store and I didn’t blame him for what he did to Jay Boom’s son because of it. Soul had to protect himself one way or another even if that leads to murder.

But now Jay Boom wanted revenge.

Knowing Ken he would throw Soul under the bus in a second if that meant saving his own ass. I had no doubt about that.

“You think Jay Boom is going to settle on Soul? He’ll take all of us out…”

“You need to tell him,” I state.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“This guy almost killed us, several times now and you had sex with him,” I grunt shaking my head, “The others need to know. They need to know about what we did too. I’m tired of lying.”

Ken’s face twitches at that moment.

“That’s not going to fuckin happen,” I assure him.

He stops walking and just stands there.

“Listen I know you’re used to getting what you want when you want it but this is becoming way too much,”. I state, “I didn’t see them coming. I let my guard down because of you. I almost lost my life because you wanted to fuck around in the middle of the street.”

“Oh don’t act like this is all on me.”

“It’s not. That’s why if you don’t tell Tivonte what we have been doing then I will…”

“You can’t…”

“Watch me.”

He runs in front of me at that moment. He’s desperate. He falls to his knees in front of me.

“Please. Please I’m begging you, Saint. Don’t do this! I love Tivonte. He’s the love of my life. You’ll ruin everything.”

Ken literally has tears in his eyes at this moment. It’s around now I lose all respect for him. It would be different if he was a cheater who stood in his shit and took ownership but he thought right now that if he couldn’t get his way through seduction that tears would work. And it’s something I just couldn’t fucking stand by at this point.

“Love? You just put my hands in your pants an hour ago…”

“It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything.”

It kind of burned. When me and him had sex I didn’t think we were going to run off in some relationship but I also didn’t think it was just a hookup. For him, it was so casual. It was as casual as a handshake.

He had no idea that Tivonte was considering marrying him.

“Then I’m sure he won’t care when we tell him,” I respond.

“You think Jared will be interested in you after he finds out you broke up his best friend's relationship?”

Ken is drilling me at this moment and I have to admit he had a point. I think about it for a second but quickly just shake my head.

“He deserves to know…”

I’m trying to walk away.

“You keep my secret and I keep your brothers….”

I stop and turn.

“What secret?”

“Your brother is the reason Jared is missing,” Ken says.

“What?”

“He set Jared up. He was so upset that you left him that he set Jared up to get the Dark Fever to spite you. I know because I watched him do it…”

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