warning: explicit content ahead.

All is how it should be, I assume
Except for the distance between me and you

Chapter 14 ~ Falling Over Me

Owen Bailey

A couple hours and several cigarettes later, I found myself in the midst of a heated argument between my father and I, but it was mostly one-sided because he had done all the yelling. He had gotten into one of his moods again where he was under the impression that I had completely ruined his life. He had damned me to hell and called me a whole list of other names I didn't want to repeat. Long story short, he hated me and I stood there, forcing myself to take his bitter comments without completely losing my shit.

"It's you," he spat with so much contempt that it was worth questioning if we were even related, "it's your goddamn fault! She would've never left me if it wasn't for you! You did this! You've been nothing but a disgrace, you filthy bastard!" Allowing his rage to consume him, he searched for the first object that he could find (which happened to be a vase) and threw it at me. I dodged it in time.

"Dad!" I screamed. "Just calm the hell down!"

"Don't you tell me to calm down, boy," he hissed with disdain in his words. "I want nothing to do with you!"

The argument had started shortly after I mentioned that he was invited to Liam's birthday party. It was a stupid thing for me to say, but I was in a good mood and I wanted to brighten his day with news that would grant him his wish: to see my mom again. He took it as the love of his life's illegitimate son living to see another year.

As he threw his adult tantrum, I massaged my temples with the tips of my fingers and tried to think of the best way to escape this situation. I had done him a favor by stopping by this dingy apartment and offering to take him out for dinner and how did he repay me? By throwing a vase at my head.

Pushing off the wall, I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and sauntered out of the house all while my father continued to bitch about his messed up life. The cool summer breeze brushed my hair back as I trekked over to my truck, cigarette and lighter in hand. Just as I propped open the door, my cell phone vibrated, signaling an incoming call from an unknown number. Figuring it was either Matthew or Patrick, I answered, "What do you want."

"Owen?" The voice sounded familiar—scared and naive.

"Trey," I mused with a growing smile. "How'd you get my number?"

"Liam gave it to me—look, listen, do you want to go somewhere?"

I felt my smile morph into a conceited smirk as I slipped into the driver's seat and started the truck with that familiar sensation of the engine roaring beneath my feet tickling down my spine. "You're actually asking me out on a date?" I chuckled. "Wow, you must like me more than I thought since you're willing to forget about all the horrible things, or so you say, that I did to you."

"You threatened to kill me," he deadpanned.

I shrugged. "Just another Thursday."

"I'm not asking you out, okay?" he responded, his voice sounded thoroughly annoyed. "I'm asking if you'd be kind enough to accompany me to a bar, so that I can drown myself in alcohol."

I sucked in a breath to feign uncertainty. "That's a lot to ask, kid. You're not even old enough to drink."

"I'm sure you'll find an illegal way to bypass that," he countered, a sliver of amusement in his voice. "Besides, we still have to talk about how I'm going to be your so-called slave."

"It's easy," I replied with an odd amount of optimism in my voice. "All you have to do is pick some cotton for me."

There was a brief pause. "I hate you," he said, "I hate you so much."

I wanted to laugh, to ridicule his entire existence, to mock his naivety but I managed to keep my cool. The kid was practically falling heads over heels for me without having a single clue to my real intentions: get him close, earn his trust, and betray him. At this rate, it'll only take a few weeks to escape from Lucifer. It'd be a simple trade—my freedom for the son of a billionaire family. Then maybe, just maybe, I could actually get a real job. Maybe I could take college classes online. Maybe I won't have to hide anymore.

"Okay, then," I agreed. "Let's get wasted."

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Nearly an hour later, Trey and I found ourselves at a bar on the outskirts of town. I chose this particular pub because the bartender was a good friend of Jonah's, so he'd be able to hook Trey up with something to drink while disregarding his age. There was something different about Trey's demeanor, I had noticed. Since the moment I saw him, he seemed to have a dark sullen gloom hanging over him.

At first, I didn't pay it any mind. It really wasn't my job to pry into his life and quite frankly, I didn't care. But after three rounds of hard drinks,we had both let our guards down and prying seemed way easier. I was the first one to speak, attempting the break the ice. "So what happened, huh?" I questioned. "Why'd you call me up?"

Trey downed his drink in one gulp. "For drinks," he stated simply.

"You're using me, then?"

He shrugged. "Not as much as you're using me."

"I'm not using you," I scoffed. "I'm simply utilizing your naivety and your obvious hots for me to get you to do what I want you to do."

Trey nodded. "So ... you're using me."

I let go of a soft laugh and nudged his shoulder lightly. "But seriously," I continued, "something must be wrong."

He slouched forward in his seat and stared blankly at the floor. "I kissed my best friend," he drew out every word, lengthening the duration of the sentence, "and he didn't take it well."

The asshole in me wanted to laugh at his stupidity, but the asshole in me also wanted to earn his trust, so I sufficed for a slight pout and a feigned concerned expression. "Shit, that's gotta hurt."

"It does." He nodded as he set his empty glass on the bar counter and slumped into his seat, his dark eyes settling on me for the first time in the history of our conversation. "And you know, this is all my fault! Like when I found out that he was dating a guy, I was an absolute dick to him just because I was jealous. Maybe if I had been supportive, maybe he could've learned to like me in that way...or something, I don't know."

I realized that Trey was truly a troubled soul. He gave me the impression of a person who hasn't had many good moments in his life, and it was then that I figured out how exactly I was going to exploit him. "Maybe what you need is someone to get your mind away from all that," I suggested with a slight smirk.

His brows furrowed. "What, like you?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

Trey's confused facial expression quickly turned into an amused one. "But I thought that you weren't gay?"

I sent him a deadly glare before I finished my drink and stood to my feet. "You know what? Forget it." Fishing out a fifty dollar bill from my pocket, I set it down on the counter for the bartender and prepared myself to walk away, but Trey stopped me by grabbing onto my hand—a way too intimate action, if you asked me.

"Are you implying what I think you're implying?" he questioned, a skeptical eyebrow raised as he did so.

"Well, not anymore since you just blatantly crushed my feelings."

"I crushed your feelings? What a fortunate turn of events!" He was obviously surprised at the sudden shift in conversation, and to be honest, so was I. Never in a million years would I have acted this way, but I was doing so because I wanted to get something out of this clueless kid. I wanted him to be the sacrifice I had to make to get my life back.

Yanking my hand out of his tight grasp, I turned on my heel and maneuvered my way through all the tables of drunk people until I stumbled through the exit and into the darkness of the night. My intention was to find my truck, wherever I parked it (I had forgotten) and fall asleep until morning where I'd be in the right mind to drive. Trey would find his own way home, I figured, so I didn't expect him to trail after me and grab onto my hand again.

"You can't drive," he slurred out.

"I wasn't planning to."

"We should go to my house," he said suggestively while he continued to cling onto me. "I can call a cab." I wasn't too fond of the way he was holding onto me, but for the sake of my ulterior motives, I didn't make a deal out of it—I just nodded in agreement. So as we waited for a taxi to take us to Trey's mansion, I allowed him to touch me in the way that he wanted. Sometimes, he'd trail his hands down the length of my arms and other times, he'd play with my fingers. It was funny how a few drinks could turn him into a completely different person—a desperate, lovesick one.

For the entire taxi drive, my mind kept slipping to Raven's whereabouts. The last time I saw her, I had called her a few undesirable names and she had darted out of the apartment in a furious rage. I had been angry at her for not following my extremely specific directions, but that didn't mean that I wanted her to completely walk out of my life. We had known each other for eight solid years and even though I didn't love her in the way she loved me, I truly cared about her. I didn't want her to end up in any trouble, which was exactly what would happen if I didn't find her soon.

When the taxi driver pulled into Trey's driveway and demanded to be paid, he handed him a few crumpled bills from his wallet and proceeded to stagger out of the cab and up the long cobblestone driveway. I followed suit, staying closely behind him as he unlocked the door and punched in the security code into the alarm system. He flicked on a light which instantly bathed the grand foyer in a soft yellow light rather than the eerie darkness that it was before.

"My parents aren't home," he muttered under his breath, "like always." His voice sounded disappointed, but it didn't stay that way for long because he latched onto my arm again and practically dragged me up the grand staircase. As soon as we stepped past the threshold of his room, I assumed, he pushed me against the nearest wall and pressed his lips on mine.

Even though I knew this was the direction that we were heading towards, it still came as a surprise to me. It took Trey's lips all over me—my neck, throat, ear, and collarbone—to finally respond in the way he wanted me to. My hands latched onto the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly as my lips found his again, capturing him in a hungry kiss. Our tongue molded together with every passing second of the deepening kiss and I relished in the taste of vodka on his tongue—it was almost like getting drunk all over again.

We ended the kiss, only so I could lift his shirt over his head and throw it carelessly to the floor. Trey grasped onto my face to kiss me again, almost like he couldn't stand a second away from my lips. It was cute, actually.

I was never one to carry things out longer than necessary and all the blood rushing to my head from the alcohol wasn't helping either, so I shoved Trey away from me until he fell back onto the bed. Grinning, I climbed on top of him and slipped a finger through the belt loop of his jeans teasingly. His hands snaked around my neck to play with my hair all while his lips stretched into a grin that almost matched mine.

"You're actually doing this willingly," Trey commented. "I thought dark meat wasn't very appetizing?"

Simply ignoring him, I slipped my own shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor before shutting him up with a kiss. I pressed my bare chest to his, wanting to feel us closer, and I grabbed onto his hands to remove them from my neck and pin them over his head. In an effort to retaliate, Trey lifted his hips to meet with mine. The contact sent blood rushing to my groin.

If that wasn't enough stimulation, then he just had to palm my crotch through my jeans, a mischievous grin creeping onto his lips. "Guess I'm giving you what you've always wanted, huh?" I mused.

Trey's grin morphed into a sly smirk. "Even in bed, you still find ways to be an asshole."

I nodded in agreement, then I pressed my lips to his, crushing any remnant of a potential conversation. I kissed him feverishly, urgently, while my hands worked their way to his pants. I fumbled with his stupid belt buckle for a solid minute before I actually managed to undo it along with with the button on his jeans. He must've noticed my apprehension because he placed his hands on my chest and shoved me away, and then straddled me tot he bed. His smirk was even more evident, now that the moonlight seeping through the blinds was hitting his face.

He finished undoing his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, hastily shrugging them off. What was left was a pair of plaid boxers with a very prominent boner beneath them.

"You're checking me out," Trey noted. "I think you're in more denial than I am."

I scoffed. "I don't think that's possible."

He rolled his eyes as he let his hands roam all over my bare chest. His touch was light, gentle even. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him to keep touching me like that, but I knew that would only result in a deflated ego.

Trey turned his attention to my pants and unlike me, he didn't waste any time in stripping me of all my clothing until I was left with nothing but a raging erection. A look of hesitation crossed his face. "What? You scared?" I teased.

"Not in the slightest." He gained a firm grip on me and I nearly lost it right then and there. "You know, I've only had sex with one other guy. I've only touched one other dick in my entire lifetime ... and yours is quite impressive."

I raised an eyebrow. Sitting up a little, I tugged on his boxers to sneak a peek of him. "Yours is, too."

"Well," he chuckled, "you know what they say."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "No, actually, I don't."

He hummed softly as his hand started to move up and down, slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed. My breath quickened into short, rapid bursts with every stroke, my body quivered, and I swore I would've exploded if he hadn't stopped so abruptly. I opened my mouth to question it, but he beat me to it.

"I have some stuff in that drawer over there."

Glancing over my shoulder, I located the drawer that he was referring to and crawled to the edge of the bed to open it. A smile broke onto my face before I could stop it when I saw the blue dildo that seemed to start it all, along with a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. When I returned my attention to Trey, he had conveniently positioned himself at the foot of the bed with his legs slightly spread apart.

"Bottoming?" I raised a brow.

"Did you want to?"

The thought of Lucifer forcing himself on me entered my mind. "Oh, hell no," I refused. "I like you, kid, but I don't like you that much."

He smiled. "You like me?"

Rolling my eyes for the thousandth time, I moved to his position on the bed, scooped my hands under his ass, and dragged him closer to me. The next thing I knew, I was unsnapping the cover of the lubricant and coating my fingers with the cold, clear substance. My boner was growing more uncontrollable by the second and I needed to satisfy it as soon as possible.

With a sigh, I eased my fingers into his entrance in which he responded by shutting his eyes and grunting. I searched his face for any sign of serious discomfort, and when I didn't see any, I continued to finger him until I was absolutely sure he was ready. It was the parent in me.

Then, I slipped the condom onto myself and slowly pushed into his orifice. "Fuck," he breathed out, which was followed by a strained groan. Regardless, I pulled his legs onto my shoulders and continued to push myself into him until I was buried to the hilt. A strangled cry ripped through the air and it was almost like I was submerged into one of my darkest memories where Trey's face was quickly replaced with Matthew's. With every thrust I gave, I heard Matthew scream through his heavy sobs and I heard my heart shatter into pieces. All I could see was the pained look on his face and the blood that had stained my dick every time I pulled out.

This felt wrong.

Once I snapped myself back to reality, I pulled out of Trey and scrambled as far away from him as possible. "No," I protested. "I can't do this."

He frowned. "What?" he asked, panting a little. "Did I do something?"

I thought about Matthew. I thought about how I made him into what he was. If i had just said no, if I had just stood up to Lucifer, then maybe Matthew wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't have to live a life where he was constantly used for sex. This was all my fault.

"Hey," it was Trey's voice, again, "why are you crying?"

I wasn't even aware that I was balling my eyes out until he mentioned it. "I'm a horrible person," I managed to say between sobs.

Trey sat up and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. "Hey, no, you're not. You're troubled and you're an absolute dick, but you're not horrible." I cried into his shoulder, feeling wholeheartedly swarmed by my emotions. "We don't have to continue. We can just talk it out."

I shifted. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," he answered me.

And so we did. We laid in bed together while I spilled my heart out to him.

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a/n: It finally happened, well, sorta... Yes, guys, I know that BTR updates are kinda slow, but do you have any idea how hard it is to write a sex scene? School will be over in two weeks so I plan to update my stories more regularly and perhaps make a schedule if it works.

Now that Owen and Trey have finally (kinda) sealed the deal, what do you think will become of their relationship? Will Owen change his mind about selling Trey to Lucifer or is he still an asshole at heart?

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Until next time,
Lara <3