Before you start reading i just wanted to say thank you to all the wonderful people who ar reading my stories! And also to those of you who are following me! It means a lot I hope I don't dissapoint you all. In this chapter we meet a new character! He's adorable, at least i think he is. I hope you all love him as much as i do!

I love you all!

-Manda

Collin

Oh please just let me lie here for the rest of my life please. The warmth of the blankets sends shivers through my body as I burrow down deeper into the plush mountain, blocking all signs of light coming through the window.

Who invented the sun?

They need to die.

Sleepily I burry my face into the sheets of the bed, inhaling as I attempt to settle back down into a deep slumber, but when I inhale the rich, dark, manly scent of Marcus flows into my nostrils.

He smells incredible like musk, and cinnamon, and something incredibly peppery yet intoxicating. The scent sends my stomach coiling in desire, and my groin tremors. Silently I bite my lip and once again move in the blankets. It’s only when I feel the softness of the sheets against my privates that I notice I am bare ass…..naked.

The sudden realization sends me bolting up in my bed, but when I gaze at the room around me I realize that it’s not my bedroom. The blankets that surround me are black, over red sheets and black pillows. And as I gaze across the room more, I recognize the objects that are strewn around. Lacrosse sticks, books, and on the wall a giant ass picture of Marcus and I during our first lacrosse season.

Oh….my…..god.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! How the hell did I get here? What the hell happened last night? I don’t remember anything after….

After….

That kiss, that kiss that was completely mind shattering. God that kiss was so perfect, never before has anything made me feel so hot like that. Sure I’ve slept with a lot of people, but I’ve never felt so strong of a desire like that. Just from his kiss I became aroused, and I shamelessly threw myself at him like some sort of floozy. It wasn’t just the same desire I usually felt either, the domineering urge to be inside of someone.

No.

I wanted Marcus inside of me, and that scared me more than anything else. I’m terrified of people touching me like that. Terrified of being dominated, being thrown onto a bed and driven into, the pain of something like that, god the pain. I always vowed to never ever let someone get on top of me or control me again, and yet when I was kissing Marcus last night my body burned for him. I almost didn’t care that we were in a room full of people, I wanted him so badly.

Oh god, what did I do?

What did he do!

“Marc-

The bedroom door opens and a petite Asian boy peeks his head into the room. I recognize the cute younger boy immediately and a rush of embarrassment flows through me. Timothy stares at me for a moment in confusion, but then realization crosses his innocent features a crimson blush floods onto his pretty skin. “Oh, uh…um….tell Marcus that mom says breakfast is ready.” He murmurs before darting out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

“Oh God!” I moan into my hands, ready to die of embarrassment. Marcus little brother just saw me…naked…..in Marcus’s bed. What will he think……what will he tell Mrs. Alexander? The sound of a shower door shutting grabs my attention. It must be Marcus In the bathroom.

The doorknob starts to turn and I bolt beneath the blankets, faking sleep as I shove my head back into his pillows and drag the blankets over me before going completely still. The bathroom door clicks open and I hear Marcus’s soft footsteps as he walks out and across the room towards his dresser. The sound of rustling clothes tells me he’s changing, and I wonder if he was just taking a shower. The thought sends a pool of dread into my stomach. Marcus shuts his drawers, the sound of the wood scraping against wood. I listen as he moves closer and closer to me. The bed dips down under his weight and I freeze, my muscles stiffening, as I feel him move the covers off of my head and shoulders.

“Collin.” He says his voice deep and manly in my ear, his hands land on my shoulders and he begins to rub my tense muscles, soothing them. His fingers dig into my muscles comfortably, rubbing all the tension away with ease; it feels so good that I don’t hear the moan of approval that slips out of my throat until it’s too late. Marcus chuckles and it sounds like thick, dark chocolate, “I know your awake, why are you trying to hide it?”

Ashamed I turn my head sideways to look at him, as he continues to rub my back gently pushing pressure onto my skin. As soon as I turn to him, our eyes lock and I blush as he stares down at me with a small smile, “Good morning.” He whispers.

“Good morning.” I murmur in response, Marcus smiles and moves his attention again to my back. For a moment I just watch him as he inspects my back seriously rubbing my shoulders, my shoulder blades, my ribs my hips down, and down….

 Gasping I turn halfway over and grab his hands in mine. Stunned at my sudden response he stares down at me in shock, blushing I bite my lip, “I……I’m…..I’m naked.”

Realization shoots across his handsome features and he smiles, “Sorry I forgot.” Silently I just nod before releasing his hands and sitting up, wrapping the blankets around my waist. “Um….If you don’t mind me asking……why am I…naked?”

Marcus bursts into laughter, clutching onto his chest while running a hand through his damp hair. Anxiously I watch him until he’s finished, when he looks back up he just smiles and asks, “Why do you think?”

Why do I think? Why do I think? I think that you took advantage of me last night after the party! I was slightly messed up and you brought me back to your scary bat cave and….and….oh god. Paling I glance up at him, “We….we didn’t….like….have sex…did we?”

At the tone in my voice Marcus glances at me in annoyance, “Why would it really be so bad if we did?”

With a squeak I bite my lip in nervousness, what do I say to that? I mean last night I really, really wanted to have sex with him, but honestly I don’t know how ready I am for that, the thought is still horrifying.

“I’m warm.” Marcus says simply crawling onto the bed next to me, his body pressing against my back. The words he spoke ring true as I feel the warmth rub off of him and onto my bare skin. “I’m strong.” He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and I can feel his tight, bulging muscles surround me protectively, “And I’m gentle.” He whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My body stiffens again, as I feel Marcus lean forward his stubble gently scratching my neck as he leans in and kisses my shoulder, his teeth softly scraping against the skin, eliciting a small gasp from my mouth, his hands trail up my back and begin to massage as he kisses my shoulder.

“You're teasing me.” I accuse, and I feel him stiffen, then with a sigh he stands up from the bed.

“We didn’t have sex last night, keep your pants on, you threw up all over your clothes after drinking a bottle of vodka, I got you out of the clothes and helped your rinse your mouth out then I put you to bed. I was going to leave you here by yourself, but you started to cry and asked me not to leave you like last time.” Here he stops and stares down at me in confusion, and I pretend that I have no idea what that means, when really I think back to that day when I felt so alone and terrified, laying on my bed after my brother left the room, threatening me once more. I felt like I had been abandoned by everyone, as if no one loved me, or would never love me after what happened to me, after I was so filthy.

Deciding that I won’t be answering him Marcus continues, “So I undressed and got into the bed with you, and I let you cuddle up to me. Then in the middle of the night you started kicking, you woke me up, you were having a nightmare or something so I tried to wake you up, but then you were kind of drowsy and you started complaining about how hot it was, and then you kicked off your underwear….and the end.” He nods assuredly.

Blushing I stare up at the older boy, and as I search his electric blue eyes it hits me….he saw my scar with even more detail this time. Pain shoots through me, “So..you saw it?” I ask him bringing my covered knees to my chest and resting my head in my arms.

“Saw what?” Marcus asks in confusion.

“My scar.” I whisper quietly, staring into space. Marcus watches me, on his face a look of concern. “Was I not supposed to?”

“I didn’t want you to see it.”

“But I saw it in the locker room before too.” He objects, and it only pains me further.

“I know, but it was only briefly, I don’t like showing it to people.” I respond turning by head on my knees to look at him. “It’s disgusting isn’t it?”

“What?” The anger in Marcus’s voice shocks me and I lift my head in curiosity. “Collin, it’s not disgusting, you’re not disgusting.” He sits on the bed next to me again placing his hands on my shoulder pushing me down onto the bed. Panic shoots through me and I struggle to pull myself back up, the fear of what he is going to do to me rising. “Calm down.” He orders, gently running his hands over my shoulders massaging me into comfort, then his hands slide down removing the sheet from my torso, sliding it down until it barely covers my groin. Most of my scar is in view, the hideously pink puckered skin standing out against my pale flesh, pain slices through me as I glance at Marcus who is staring down at my scar.

Does he think it’s hideous, now that he’s getting an even better look at it? Does he hate me now? Does he never want to come near me or touch me? I wouldn’t be surprised, I’m disgusting. I’m a poor excuse of a human being. God should have just taken my life years ago.

I’m pulled out of these thoughts as Marcus brings his hands up, and lays his fingers over the skin of my scar, his fingers sliding down it feeling, and stroking, the way he gazes at it seems as if he’s almost admiring the evidence of my sin. “Collin.” Marcus says softly, before his eyes look up into mine, “Everything about you is perfect, from your hair, to your toes, to this beautiful scar.” He pauses running his hand along the rough flesh, sending shivers raking through my body as he rubs me. “I don’t care how you got this scar, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but no matter what it is……I want you to forget it……forget whatever painful memory is associated with this scar, and instead replace it with this one.” Before I can stop him he leans his head down to my stomach, to where the scar starts just to the right of my belly. His mouth opens and he plants a gentle kiss on my marred flesh, then his mouth opens against my injury and his teeth lightly scrape against me, down, down, down, oh god. His mouth stops and suckles at the flesh right above where the blanket covers my now aching cock.

How, why am I feeling like this? Why is this happening? Marcus has always been my best friend…nothing more…nothing less….but this desire for him, it’s like there’s no way to quench this horrible thirst. Laying my head back against his pillows I let out a small moan of ecstasy, biting my lip as he continues to suckle my scar.  When I feel my cock twitch in delight I know it’s time to push him away. “Marcus…Marcus” I say in an attempt to stop him, but it comes out sounding more like a plea, oh god please help me.

As soon as I think this the door opens and Mrs. Alexander comes bustling in behind her a small embarrassed timothy. Her eyes widen at the scene, and I blush furiously then let out a cry as Marcus bites down on my flesh provocatively, quickly I pull my hand up over my face trying to block my humiliating expressions form his mother’s view. “Now Marcus.” His mother says with a smirk as she watches us with a raised brow, “ Don’t be teasing this boy, he needs to get something in his stomach, I’m surprised he’s not dying of hunger by now, It’s nearly one, so you just stop what you’re doing and come on down stairs.” And with that she bustles back out of the room, pulling her younger son with her, seemingly unfazed by the act she just caught us in.

With a sigh of frustration Marcus pulls his mouth away from my now red, sore flesh and looks up at me. Blushing furiously I attempt to wiggle away from him to hide my erection, but it’s so obviously there sticking right up in the black blanket right next to Marcus’s face. When he sees it he just smiles adoringly, “I think you’ll remember this for a long time hmm?” Then he leans down and places a kiss on the covered head of my groin, I let out a strangled cry at the bizarre feeling, then I turn and hide my face in his pillows.

Chuckling Marcus stands up from the bed heading towards the door, “There are some clothes in my drawer that you can barrow if you’d like, they’ll be a little big on you since your…smaller, but they’ll do until your clothes are clean.” Then he’s gone.

I let out a deep breathe of relief, lying back against the comfort of his bed. What the hell just happened? Did he just….I don’t even know what he just did….I feel so confused. Does he like me? Why would a man kiss another man’s body like that if he didn’t like him? Then again, Marcus did shove his hand down my pants in the locker room before. Who’s to say that he didn’t like me from the start? And here I am….pretending to be his boyfriend………although that seemed…..so far away from pretending. Glancing down at my scar, I see the small wet paths that Marcus left traveling down, and my erection twitches again.

Oh god, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at this scar again in the same way. The more I look at it the more I see Marcus suckling my flesh moving lower, and lower, and lower. With a moan I close my eyes breathing deeply in order to calm myself down. How will I ever be able to look at Marcus the same way? Without having the deep seated urge to throw myself at him. Can I still do this whole fake dating thing? Technically I’m using him, doesn’t he care about that? Then again he was the one who suggested this whole thing.

With a sigh of frustration I banish all thoughts from my mind. Ok Collin, you and Marcus are JUST fake boyfriends, there is nothing real going on between you. Marcus would never like you; he would never want to be with someone as filthy and disgusting as you.

Biting my lip I stand up from the bed, relieved that my arousal has gone down, and I head to his dresser pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and throwing them on pulling the string so it clings tightly to my body. Then I grab a large t-shirt and throw it over my head, the material is warm against me, and it smells slightly of Marcus despite being cleaned. Shivering at the feeling of the material I stumble my way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Alexander, Timothy and Marcus are all sitting.

Timothy is blushing furiously at something when I walk into the room, his puppy dog innocent eyes wide, while Marcus and his mother laugh. Frowning I walk around the table resting my hand on Timothy’s shoulder, “Are they teasing you?” I ask. Timothy’s head snaps up to look at me, and he flushes even deeper before nodding.

“Are not,” Marcus complains, “We were just saying that it was only a matter of time before Timothy found out about how two men who are in love with each other….touch each other.” He stares up at me with the last words, and shivers run up my spine as a flush similar to timothy’s, assaults my cheeks.

Sitting next to the younger boy I frown, “Don’t taint his innocence, let him keep it for as long as he can.” With that I turn to timothy giving him a warm smile. “Hello Timothy, It’s been a while since I’ve been here huh?”

Timothy nods, and when I see his cute innocent expressions I wonder how there is any way possible that this kid is in high school. Well he is a sophomore…but still normally sophomores are more perverted, and joking about sexual things. Whereas small adorable little Timothy seems at a loss with everything unsure of how to react, he reminds me of how I used to be, and that drives me to do everything I can to protect him.

“How’s school been for you?” I ask nicely placing some pancakes on my plate and drenching them in syrup.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs lightly digging into his own plate of food.

“What are your friends like?” I ask him curiously, “I don’t see you around school often either, where do you go?”

Timothy squints into space then shrugs, “I don’t really have many friends, I like being by myself.”

Chewing I shoot a glance over at Marcus who gives me a defeated look. Timothy had always been a bit of a recluse, when Mrs. Alexander had adopted him he didn’t come out of his room for a good four months, he didn’t want to see Marcus, or me, or meet any new people. The only person he would let near him was Mrs. Alexander, and that was because she had worked in the orphanage he was at for a time, and he knew her well from there.

Still during the summer…….that horrible summer….when I was no longer around to be with Marcus, Timothy took my place spending a great amount of time with his older brother, so now they are great friends, and Marcus is one of the only people that Timothy has ever warmed up to.

In a way, I’m jealous of the small Asian boy, despite being in an orphanage he was still adopted into a family that loved him, with a mother who would give him whatever he wanted and a brother who would protect him no matter the circumstances.

Me?

I was blessed with parents who could care less about whether or not I lived, and a brother who beat me, and used me to release all his sexual frustrations, or any other problems he was having in life. I became his punching bag, I became his whore.

Subconsciously I rub my hand over my belly button where my scar is, reminding me of that horrible first night, and that many nights that came afterwards. In front of me a pair of electric blue eyes come into focus and I see Marcus staring at me, and the memory from moments ago returns, his teeth scraping against my scar gently but just hard enough to turn me on. Blushing I look away from him and back to my plate lifting the food into my mouth.

Marcus’s mom rattles on about something and we all nod in acknowledgement happily agreeing with her. Finally she breaks our bought of silence with “So you two are having sex?”

Choking I pound a fist against my chest wheezing, as my eyes water and Timothy runs to get me a glass of water. “Mother!” Marcus scolds gesturing towards me, “Are you trying to kill my boyfriend?”

“Well it was just a simple question, I mean he was naked in your bed, and you were so lovingly placing kisses all over his body, and I mean, ALL over. Isn’t it proper for a mother to be concerned for her handsome son, and her extravagant son-in-law?” Timothy rushes over to me with the water helping me drink it, the cool liquid slides down my throat soothingly.

“Mother, first of all we aren’t married, second of all even if we are having sex, why does it matter to you?” the table goes silent briefly as I drink the water, but then like some sort of lightning strike his mother turns to me and asks the most embarrassing question, “So how is Marcus in bed dear?” This causes me to choke on my water.

“Mom!” Timothy and Marcus both scream, Timothy again starts to pound his small fist against my back roughly.

“What it was just a simple question, I just want to make sure you don’t have some weird dysfunction or something, can you blame a concerned mother?” She pauses then turns to Marcus, “Well then how is our beautiful Collin in bed then?”

Marcus sighs with a shake of his bed, “Mother Collin, is like heaven on earth when we have sex okay, you have no idea, he fucking glows okay, he’s like some sort of radiant angel, now can we please not talk about this!” Collins mother turns to me adoringly, as I blush at Marcus’s words. An angel huh? He’s never even really had sex with me and yet he’s making up all these descriptions?

I glow? Since when do I glow?

When breakfast is over, Collin and I sit closely on his living room couch, his arm draped around my shoulder, and my leg thrown over his, our hands intertwined. Marcus says it’s to convince his mother and brother that we are really dating, but hell they already believe we are having sex what more do we have to do?

Still I allow Marcus to hold my hand and keep me close to his body, his warmth somehow comforting me. Silently I rest my head back against his chest, and suddenly a question pops into my head, “Hey…if we’re having sex, who’s…..you know….submissive?”

Marcus scoffs, “Isn’t it obvious that it’s you?”

“Me, why me, I’m never submissive!” I complain.

Marcus sighs, “Okay you know what listen, I’ve been submissive in past relationships before, it’s really not my thing I find it more pleasurable to be inside of someone, and from what I’ve gathered you aren’t ever submissive, so I think it’s your time to try, not like we’re really having sex or anything.”

“I don’t like it when people get on top of me.” I mumble, “It makes me scared.”

Marcus just stares down at me in worship, before he leans down to whisper into my ear, “You can ride me.”

My groin tightens and I Pull away with a gasp, “W-what?”

“You know…ride, you’re on top of me, but I’m still doing you, that way you’re still above me, but I’m still inside of you.” I tremble in delight at his last words, my body suddenly beginning to ache. Oh god…why are you doing this, we aren’t even really going to have sex…this is all just hypothetical, yet here I am wanting to rub my body against Marcus’s like a cat in heat.

“I-I think it’s time for me to go.” I mumble pulling my body away from Marcus.

He chuckles softly the sound deliciously dark and rich, “Why, is it starting to sound like a good idea?”

Blushing I shake my head, standing up from the couch, “You-you make me nervous.” I mumble down at him. Marcus just smiles, “Are you sure it’s negative nerves, or positive nervous, are you scared or are you turned on?” Blushing I glare at him.

“Stop teasing me.” I scold in anger, “I’m not some damsel in distress, I’m a man just like you!”

Marcus smiles sweetly letting his eyes dart to my groin, “I have no doubt about that, and like a man, you are horny and often driven not by this head” He stands and knocks his knuckles against my forehead, “But this head.” His hand roams down to grab my own then he pushes my hand against my erection that I hadn’t even noticed I received.

Blushing I stare up into his eyes, as they look down at me in a way that I can’t describe….well actually I can, it’s want, it’s love, it’s everything I’ve always wanted, yet never received, but for some reason the fact that it’s coming from my best friend, my friend that I’ve known since I was a baby in diapers to today, for some reason it scares me. “I think… I think I should go now.” I whisper.

Marcus forces a smile onto his face, and suddenly I realize how fake that smile is…….how many fake smiles as he directed towards me? What is he really thinking inside that head? Sighing we both head towards the front door, quietly, the pair of us unwilling to say what is really on our minds.