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Last night was one of the most unrestful nights of my life. Not only was all the noise keeping me up, but once it was over, my eyes wouldn't shut. I didn't know if it was the result of having heard Gyan have sex with someone else. Or, if it was because that someone else was a woman.

Either way, I needed coffee.

That was exactly what I went for when I woke up that morning. I made myself some coffee, and right when I got a mug, Gyan came into my line of vision—shirtless. I cleared my throat as I kept my eyes off him.

He did that a lot. Walking around the flat, showing skin. A part of me loved it, but the other part was tempted. A temptation I couldn't give into. Gyan said we could hook up if I wanted to, but I refused to give off the impression that I was content with a purely physical relationship.

"Coffee," Gyan said while leaning onto the island as I brought the mug down from my lips. "You must be really tired."

I usually never drank coffee. I didn't like taking in substances to enhance my alertness and performance. When I drank coffee, it had to be bad.

I turned my back to him. "Kind of hard to sleep with all the noise."

We went silent.

I gripped my mug, despite the burning sensation in my palms, and only Gyan's breathing reminded me he was there.

"Sorry," he said.

Sorry?

That was all he had to say?

"I'll keep it down next time," he said, and my throat tightened.

Next time?

I slammed my mug down onto the kitchen counter, and we were silent again.

"If you have something to say," Gyan said, "say it."

I faced him, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible. His features were relaxed. He spent last night fucking a woman, and his features were relaxed. I swallowed before speaking.

"Is this going to be a thing from now on?" I asked, and he sent me a confused look. "You bringing people home at odd hours of the night?"

Gyan frowned. "First of all, it's none of your business. Second of all, no. If it was the old me, yes. Right now, no."

I didn't want to think about the "old" Gyan. The one who slept with random men on a regular basis. The one, who I left behind.

"Since when do you have an affinity for girls?" I asked, not being able to hold it in any longer. Gyan said nothing. "First, I walk in on you kissing one. Then I find out you're engaged to one. Now, you're sleeping with one?"

"It's the same girl," he said to his defense.

It didn't make it hurt any less.

"Why, Gyan?" I walked around the island to stand in front of him, and our gazes met. "Why are you doing this? Why are you marrying this girl?"

The pain would always be there. However, I would have preferred for Gyan to have fallen in love and for me to accept that I was losing him to someone he loved. At least he would have been happy that way.

"It's my choice," he said. He turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"Why are you making that choice?" I persisted. "There're other options. Just go after what you want."

"And what's that?" He towered over me with his expression firm. "What do you want me to want? You?" Everything was still. "Do you want me to want you? The way I used to?" I said nothing. "Do you want me?"

He wrapped one arm around me and cupped my jaw with the other hand. "Gyan." My hand covered his as our eyes never left each other's.

"Do you want me?" he repeated. "Because you can have me." He brought his lips to my cheek and said, "I can do to you exactly what I did to her...and more." He moved down to my neck as my breathing came out heavier. "I'm not bi." He nibbled on my flesh, and I closed my eyes. "I don't have an affinity for girls." His kisses traveled up my neck, blowing his warm breath on my skin as he spoke. "I have an affinity for you." He stopped to my ear, panting lightly. "I want you."

I opened my eyes. Before Gyan could bring his lips down to mine, I pulled away and freed myself from his hold.

He stared at me in disbelief. "Gabriel."

We only watched each other silently for a couple seconds.

He wanted me. But it wasn't the way I needed him to.

I looked away, not being able to hold his stare any longer. "I'm not your side piece that you can come to after you're done fucking your future wife."

"Gabriel." My gaze returned to him. "That's not—"

"I have to go," I said while gathering my things.

I had a job interview for Italia Beauty. Gyan didn't know, and I told myself that he wouldn't have screwed his wife so loudly if he did.

"Gabriel, wait." Gyan grabbed my arm as I reached for my mug. We looked at each other, and his features softened. "What do you want from me?"

I was silent at first. "More," I said. "I want you to give yourself more."

He said nothing, and his hold weakened, so I grabbed my mug and headed for the door. "Gabriel!" he shouted, but I was gone.

I didn't know what bothered me more. Knowing Gyan slept with someone last night. Or knowing that it wasn't me. Or, knowing that he only wanted me physically. As I walked in for my interview, it became clear. The last one hurt the most.

When I was done, I spent the whole day out. I was in Shirley Town Center. I visited Kenji. I talked to Ma. Gyan called a few times, but I ignored the calls. Near the end of the day, I went to Angelica's flat, not wanting to face Gyan just yet. Luckily, Diane was out having dinner with her parents, so Angelica and I sat on her bed talking. I told her about everything that had happened thus far without going into too much details.

"The audacity of this boy," Angelica said. "Hooking up with you, the love of his life, only to hook-up with some bitch right after?"

"He's a man," I corrected, "not a boy." Angelica rolled her eyes. "And it wasn't right after. Some time had passed."

I had to give that to Gyan. Plus, I was being a man-child by being upset about this. I had no right to. Gyan was a grown man, and we weren't together. He could be with whoever he pleased.

It didn't have to be me.

And I wasn't the love of his life. I was only a love.

"Doesn't matter," Angelica said. "You guys are totally endgame. Every other side relationship is just divergent. It's like a maze. It doesn't matter how far off you get. It'll always have the same ending—you and Gyan."

I smiled. "I wish I was this confident about my and Gyan's relationship."

"Gyan is an ass," Angelica said, taking me off guard. "I struggle to like him at times. Always have—ever since you guys first started dating. At the same time, I don't know what it is about that Sasquatch, but he makes you happy."

Sasquatch?

"Did you just call Gyan a Sasquatch?"

Angelica nodded. "He's tall. Big. Hairy. He's like a Sasquatch."

My sister was a character.

"It doesn't matter," I said. "That Sasquatch is mine. At least, he was. I just want things to go back to the way they were."

Gyan bugging me to come to his dorm and always planting kisses on me at the most random times. That was the thing. Gyan was the more affectionate one. In his words, in his touch, in sex, and in everything. It wasn't because I didn't feel affection, but he expressed it better. I wanted that affectionate side of Gyan again.

"It can't," Angelica said.

"I know," I agreed. "Time has passed. We've both grown. Unfortunately, we did so apart."

"He's still attracted to you," Angelica pointed out. "That's a good thing. Then again, there's more to you than your dick."

"I'm very aware, Angelica," I said. "I'm sure he's aware of that, too."

Angelica smiled. "He is aware of that. He's just in denial that he's in love with you, so he's trying to stay focused on your dick."

"Can we stop talking about my dick?"

I was sexually frustrated, so I didn't need to be reminded of it. Gyan was there, and he was willing, but I couldn't give in.

"Maybe I should give in," I told Angelica. "I have needs. If Gyan can fulfill them, then why not?"

"No, no, no," Angelica said while grabbing my hands in hers. "Listen to me, Gabe." I almost frowned at the name, but we held eye contact. "You're not going to be that boy's side hoe. Get your needs met somewhere else. Gyan can't be the only one having fun."

"I'm not going to sleep with someone else to spite Gyan."

"Sleep with someone else for yourself," Angelica said. "Like you said, you have needs."

It made sense. But...

"You owe Gyan nothing," Angelica said. "He's not going to give you more, so why be loyal to him? He's not being loyal to you, and he doesn't have to. All is game."

She was right. It was time I started acting like a single man. Even if Gyan and I were back in each other's lives, it wasn't like before.

With that, when I left Angelica's flat, I stopped the Uber at Fantasy, one of the most popular gay clubs in Shirley Heights, and I made a rash decision to go inside. I was already in my usual attire of dress pants and button-down shirts, so I didn't stand out in that regard. As I walked through the crowd, taking in the dancing bodies and the booming music, it was starting to hit me. I'd never gone to a club alone.

I'd always gone with either Gyan or my mates.

It was okay. I could take care of myself. With that, I made it to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. The fire traveled down my throat and settled in my chest, and it soothed me. I ordered another one.

I couldn't believe the nerve of Gyan. Bringing a woman to our flat, having sex with her loudly, and telling me he would be quieter next time.

Next time?!

As if we didn't date for four fucking years. As if we hadn't hooked up earlier. As if he didn't know how I felt. I didn't tell him explicitly, but he should have known.

"What's a beautiful thing like you doing here by yourself?" A young man sat next to me at the bar with a smile directed my way.

He was Latino, with short, spiky hair and dimples in his cheeks. He was cute, and he had a light stubble on his jaw. It reminded me of Gyan. No. I couldn't think about him. He could have been screwing his wife at this very moment. I frowned.

"What's wrong?" Concern crossed the boy's face. "You look upset." I only looked at him. "Sorry, I'm so rude. I'm Kevin, by the way. You are?"

I downed another shot before answering. "I'm Gabriel, and I'm the one who's rude. Thank you for the compliment, and a lot of things are wrong."

He smirked. "Is that why you're here alone?"

I nodded. "Some people have pissed me off, and I want to forget about them."

I wanted to be over him. Five years had passed, and we hadn't made contact, so I didn't understand why I still felt this way. If I could leave and not look back, why couldn't I get over him?

Kevin moved closer. "How do you plan on doing that?"

I held eye contact with him, and his eyes were seductive. They pulled me in, and I liked it. "Let's dance."

He smiled. "First, a shot. Tequila!" he shouted to the bartender, and we took it together.

As I felt the alcohol kicking in, Kevin and I moved to the dance floor, and I turned my back to him and began to move to the music. I was grinding on him, and we stayed close, staring into each other's eyes, and I felt this deep want for him. I didn't know if it was real or a result of the alcohol, but I just wanted him close.

Then our lips found each other. My back still faced him with his arms wrapped around me as we kissed with a vigor I liked. It was urgent and raw, and my grip tightened in his hair. The people surrounded us and the music was intense, but it was just the two of us at that moment. My mind was empty, and it was what I craved.

I didn't want to think about anything or anyone but the man against me, so I continued to kiss him. His hand snaked down to my crotch, and he squeezed, making me moan. We pulled away, still holding each other's gaze.

"Wanna come back to my place?" I asked, and Kevin smirked. "We can continue this."

"Thought you'll never ask," Kevin said, and I grabbed his hand to lead him off the dance floor.

We walked out to his car, and the adrenaline rushed through me. I hadn't done this in a while, and it couldn't have been a better time than now. Angelica was right.

I was single. It was time I started acting like it.

While Kevin drove us back to the flat, we talked. I found out he was Honduran, but his family had spent some time in Colombia, and I instantly liked him more. I spoke about my mother and sister, and I found out that Kevin's father wasn't in the picture either. This wasn't going to go anywhere, but it was nice to get a snippet of his life.

When we arrived, I led the way to the flat. As soon as I opened the door, Kevin turned me around and returned his lips to mine, and I instantly reciprocated. He got to work on freeing me of my button-down shirt, and he did so effortlessly. Gyan always struggled with getting them off. I groaned against Kevin's lips, removing Gyan from my thoughts as I pulled Kevin's shirt up and off his body. I moved backwards, my lips still on his, heading for my bedroom. We discarded of our clothes as we moved to the room, and a part of me felt guilty for leaving them in the living room and hallway, but then I was reminded of one fact.

Gyan and I were just flatmates, and at the moment, I didn't give a damn.

By the time we reached my room, we were fully naked, and I took in Kevin's body. He was lean with some muscle, and he had a moderate amount of hair. He had a long còck that was well-groomed. Then again, he was groomed overall, with a nice haircut, waxed eyebrows, his stubble etc.

He wasn't rugged like Gyan. But rugged was oddly sexy on Gyan.

"Got condoms?" he asked while leading me to the bed. "If not, I have some in my jeans."

"Don't worry about it," I said as we stopped to the edge of my bed. "I have some in my drawer."

After Gyan and I had hooked up, I went shopping for some condoms and lube, thinking we would need some. I guess I was wrong.

When Kevin dropped to his knees and grabbed a hold of me, I closed my eyes as my hands moved to his head. He stroked me before taking me in whole. I moaned as he sucked along my length, moving up and down in slow bobs, almost savoring it. His mouth was deliberate and gentle, but the pressure was just right.

A part of me felt guilty knowing I wouldn't reciprocate. I never gave head to any of my casual hookups. I believed that blowjobs were more intimate and more vulnerable than anal itself, and I wasn't going to give that to something so casual. There were only two guys I'd ever given head to. Gyan and my high school boyfriend.

Kevin took one of my balls into his mouth, and I widened my stance. His hand moved up and down my shaft in powerful pumps, as he focused on my balls. When he released my balls, he smiled up at me, his hand never stopping. "I have to prepare you for me."

Prepare me?

I was back in his mouth, and all questions left my mind. Everything felt intense, and I wasn't sure if it was him, the alcohol or the high emotions running through me. He licked up and down my length before swirling his tongue along the tip of my cóck, and then he swallowed me whole again, bobbing fast as his hands stroked the base of my shaft. He was very gentle, not firm like Gyan.

Kevin released me and searched through my drawer. "Okay, I can't wait anymore."

That was one thing I loved about casual hookups. It got straight to the good stuff. When Kevin grabbed the condom, he dropped to his knees again and began to put the condom on me.

Wait, what?

It was already on me, and Kevin got on all fours on my bed, looking back at me to continue. He wanted me to top?

I hadn't topped in a while.

"Are you going to fùck me?" he asked with his ass ready for me, and I grabbed the lube.

"Ask for it." I squirted some lube on him and rubbed it along his entrance. His spit coated my cóck, but I still put a decent amount of lube on myself, stroking it along my cōck.

He grunted. "I want you to fùck me."

I stood near the edge of the bed with my hands on his hips. "I said ask, not demand." I smacked his ass, and he moaned.

It was so strange. Playing this role of the dominant top.

"Please, fúck me," he begged, and I liked the sound of it. I didn't give him a chance to register it before I aligned myself along his entrance, and with one thrust, I was in. "Fuck!"

I probably should have been slower and gentler, but at this rate, I just wanted to fùck him. I pulled back before thrusting in again, and I started my rhythm. The lube made the travel smoother as the sound of lube and skin hitting skin filled my room, along with Kevin's sounds. I didn't know if he was being too loud, and I didn't know if he was disturbing Gyan.

I honestly didn't care.

Gyan could be restless, sleepless and as annoyed as he wanted to be.

I just kept fúcking Kevin. I shouldn't have been thinking about Gyan. This was for me, not because of him. My fingers dug into Kevin's hips as my pace slowed, before picking up again. My hand ran up his back and stopped on his shoulder. One of his hands moved up to rest on mine and that gesture felt oddly intimate. I halted my hips as I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and I pulled him up for his back to press to my chest. I slipped out of him, but I grabbed his middle and kissed along his neck.

He was casual, but I needed some intimacy. I needed something more, even if for a little bit.

"Get on your back," I mumbled against his skin, and he pulled away from me to do just that.

Kevin spread his legs with his eyes on me. "Like this?"

I pulled him closer to the edge with my hands on his legs. "Perfect." With that, I was inside of him again, and we groaned.

We looked at each other as I moved, and his cheeks were flushed with his lips looking so soft. I never saw Kevin for the submissive type, but men were full of surprises.

I kept Kevin's legs parted as my thrusts slowed down to savor the moment. I focused on how warm and tight he was. How soft and sexy his noises could be one moment and loud and sharp the next. I felt the hair on his legs, and I watched him stroke himself as I moved within him. His skin was darker, almost the same skin tone as Gyan.

I always preferred darker men.

I spat in my hand, and replaced Kevin's hand with mine, working his cóck with firm strokes. He threw his head back with a moan, and his noises intoxicated me more with each passing second. I didn't know if it was because it was a stroke to the ego or if it was because it was sexy. Maybe both. I glanced down to see my cóck thrusting in and out of his body, and it was an interesting sight and feeling.

I hadn't been inside of an ass in a while.

It felt good, and it was empowering to have control and be the giver.

At the same time, it was also liberating to give up complete control to your partner as they did what they wanted to do with you.

I lubed up his còck and allowed him to continue jacking off. Being able to watch the look of pleasure and vulnerability on his face was both alluring and unsettling. I didn't know this man, but here I was fucking him loudly as Gyan slept in the next room. I shouldn't have cared. I didn't want to care.

"On your knees," I demanded as I pulled out. "I want you the way you were before."

He did as I told, and I carefully entered him this time before contrasting it with my brutal thrusts. He panted as the smacking of our skin got louder. Our breaths came out heavier and sweat collected on my skin and in my hair. His hands didn't hold him up this time as he was bent over with his head on the bed. His hand moved rigorously between his legs, and I could hear his palm running along his lubed cóck.

Kevin was gorgeous, but I preferred his back and the back of his head.

I massaged his ass as he started to push back into me. "That's it," I said. "Fûck yourself."

I stopped my thrusts as he pushed his hips back and forth, taking me in only to pull away. It was slow and sensual as he moved his hips with his hands never stopping their ministrations. I just watched him as my hands ran along his body. He had hair, but his skin was soft. When I bent down to kiss along his neck, he stopped, even his hands. He smelled good. Fresh and clean, and it kept my mind and senses occupied.

Kevin and this moment kept everything empty.

I stood up straight and resumed my thrusts as his hips stilled. His hand moved faster, as he seemed to be chasing his release. "Gonna come?" I asked as my hands returned to his hips. "Answer me, Kevin."

"Yes," he said. "Fuck, I needed this."

That made both of us.

He brought one of his hands back, and I held onto it while my other hand grasped his hips, and we moved together. He pulled me in while I kept coming back for more, and the friction on my cock and the pressure in my balls built up. A drop of sweat dripped down my face, and I could feel the moisture on his skin. I released his hand and grabbed his shoulder instead, focusing on keeping my thrusts even and precise.

When Kevin cried out, that was when it hit me. I'd found his prostate. I smirked as I hit the spot again, and he moaned. "Ask me to make you come." I purposely avoided the spot, and he groaned.

"Make me come."

I hit it, and he moaned, but I avoided it again. "Beg for it."

"Please, make me come," he said, but I persisted, being just short of the spot. "Please."

I struck his prostate, and he groaned. I kept him on edge. Hitting it sometimes and missing others, but my thrusts remained ruthless. I was chasing my own orgasm as Kevin's hands moved rapidly along his còck. When I struck his sweet spot twice in a row, that was when he groaned loudly, fisting himself with new fervor. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was coming. On his chest, on my bed, but I didn't care. I only sought one thing.

My release.

I fücked him through his climax, and his orgasm made his ass clamp down on me, making travel harder but intensifying the friction. I could feel him come on my cóck, and his noises and all the tension built up within me before flowing out instantaneously.

I groaned, low but drawn out as I came, spurting out thick ropes of come into the condom, as he panted below me. Everything bombarded me at once as the tension eased out of my body in the form of my come. The pleasure washed over me, hitting me right after each wave as I shuddered through my release.

When the high wore off, every external stimuli returned. The dim room. Kevin's pants. The realization that Gyan was in the next room.

I pulled out of Kevin, and he laid over on my bed, trying to catch his breath. I disposed of the condom, and when I returned to him, Kevin sent me a sheepish smile. "Some got on your bed," he said.

I shrugged. "Let's move the comforter."

Kevin and I did just that before settling on the bed. He got into my arms to cuddle, and I held him as I stared up at the ceiling.

"Can I spend the night?" he asked while running his fingers up and down my chest.

I didn't care.

"Sure," I said, still staring up.

The alcohol and the high was wearing off. There was no more buzz or allure or seduction. There was only emptiness.

"We should do it again," Kevin said before smiling up at me. "I wanna do it again."

I glanced down at him, forcing a smile. "After another shot."

Or two. Maybe three.

"It's a plan," Kevin said before pulling closer to me.

My eyes returned to the ceiling. I needed the liquid courage.

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* What do you guys think will happen next with Gyan and Gabriel?

* Sorry for the longer than usual wait for this chapter. Been occupied for the past week, but I would try to update as frequently as possible.