"I think I'll stay a few more days," Zel's dad said as he sat down on one of the chairs by the pool.

As soon as he'd arrived yesterday, he'd barraged the other men with questions and hadn't let anyone off easy.

Apart from Pierre. He seemed to like him right away.  Maybe he reminded him of his son, or maybe it was Pierre's beauty, but he didn't find any reason to be mad at him.

They went back and forth arguing until Riley said to leave it to him.

Riley just had to breathe and he was hot, but when he used his smart mouth like that, he was freaking lava.

He had a one on one with Zel's father as everyone else watched. With his quick wit, he'd tired him out and Zel's dad had gone to sleep without another word.

He even managed to make Zel's father laugh against his will. Everyone could breath easy.

And now he wanted to stay a few more days.

"Absolutely not, you are leaving," answered Alexander.

"Okay," he said. "But right after you tell my sweetheart Zel. Or wait, should I do it?"

He was an evil man. Alexander was so irritated. "You–"

"Relax, I'm only joking," he waved his hand to calm Alexander down. "I finally made up my mind. You really love him don't you?"

"More than you know," said Alexander.

"And at the same time you love the others? The same way?" He asked again.

"That's right," said Alexander.

"I don't get it but I'm trying to," he said. "I know my son, well enough to understand that he's really fallen, for quite a number of people."

Alexander scoffed. "You make it sound like we're a thousand or something."

Zel's father patted the seat next to his. "Have a seat son," he said. That was a first.

Alexander sat next to him cautiously. He never knew what came next with this man.

"You said you'd never hurt him again," he told Alexander.

"And I meant it," he replied.

"Has Zel met your parents? Where are they?" He asked.

"My mom passed away when I was little," said Alexander. He didn't realize the change of his voice, or the far away look in his eyes. "My dad is somewhere out there spending his money, staying as far away as possible, from his shitty son." He smiled.

He hoped Zel's dad understood and let it go.

"Well he's wrong," he said.

"What?" Alexander asked.

"That's not right," he said to Alexander. "The only thing that exists, is a shitty parent."

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"What are you doing," Jet found Zel with his face plastered to the glass door. When he looked out he saw Alexander sitting next to his dad.

"Waiting to see if my dad punches Alexander, but it doesn't seem like it," he replied.

Jet looked at them. Zel's dad looked a little happy actually. Alexander's back was to him so he didn't know what expression he had. His shoulders shook with laughter as Zel's dad laughed too.

"Look, look! They're laughing!" Zel said. He finally tore himself away from the door. "Finally, I can be at ease."

"I swear your dad is capable of burning us on stakes for your sake." Jet smiled. "And yet you're such a sweetheart," he said and gathered him in his arms.

Zel threw his arms around his neck and smiled, his cheeks becoming pink. Jet smiled back.

"You know, you should smile more often," said Zel, feeling a little bold. "Or maybe not, you look so good it makes me...it's just not good for me. I think, or anyone for that matter."

"Okay you all need to stop saying stuff like that," said Jet. His face felt hot as his hands tightened around Zel's waist.

Jet took a step back and collided with a hard chest against his back. "Why would we stop?" Asked Riley. "You do have a beautiful smile."

Jet felt like his cheeks were flaming. "This is so unfair," he said.

"Aww, is Jet blushing?" Zel teased.

"Don't provoke me Zel baby, I'll make you regret it," said Jet.

"He isn't joking, Zel," said Riley. "He's wilder than you think."

Riley kissed them both before pushing the door open and going out to where his father was.

"You're so cute! I'd never provoke you," Zel said innocently.

Jet raised his eyebrows and regarded Zel like he was waiting for what else he had to say.

"Cutesy, cutesy, cutesy," he said while poking his nose.

"You shouldn't have done that," Jet said while walking away with him. "I'm going to find the nearest room and roughen you up."

He planted a kiss on Zel's mouth. "Then I'll leave you alone for while. And then when your dad is gone, I'm going to find you, and we're going to finish what we started."

It all sounded good to Zel, he just didn't know what he was in store for.

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"I want to talk to you about something," said Pierre.

Alexander patted the space on the bed next to him. "Of course love," he said.

"I've always wanted to do this," said Pierre as if he was unsure of what he wanted to say.

"Yeah what is it?" Alexander asked patiently.

"I want to get my degree. I've always wanted to help people. I want to be a doctor," said Pierre.

Alexander studied him for a little while before answering. "No," he said.

"No?" Pierre asked.

"No, where do you think you're going, looking like that?" Alexander asked.

"Looking like what?" Pierre asked and looked down around himself. He didn't look like anything, he just had on sweatpants and a light black shirt.

"Looking like that," Alexander gave him a once over. Then he sighed and leaned back on the headboard. "I just... I don't want people looking at you, and taking advantage of your kindness, what if you get hurt out there? What if–"

"Arrête ça," said Pierre, telling him to stop it. "I love you. And I'm not walking in front of a firing squad or going to war. Look at me."

Alexander did as he said.

"I'm going to be a doctor. It's just college, I'm going to study, work and at the end of the day, I'll come back to you. No one can take me away from any of you it's even absurd to think it," he said.

Alexander nodded and pushed his hair out of the way. "I know you're going to be an amazing doctor. I'm so proud of you baby. I was just being paranoid."

"Really?" Pierre's face was quick to heat up as he smiled.

"Come here," he held his hand out for Pierre to take. "You have no business being this adorable."

Alexander made Pierre straddle him and Pierre blushed harder.

"Say you love me," he told Pierre.

"I love you," he answered immediately.

"How much?" Alexander asked and Pierre giggled.

"A lot," he said.

"Only a lot?"

"A whole lot," said Pierre. "I love you more than the number of stars in the sky." He knew he sounded so cheesy but he didn't care.

"Oh that's quite a lot," replied Alexander. "How about a thousand universes?"

"I love you more than a thousand universes," Pierre said without hesitation.

Alexander laid kisses on the palms of his hand. "Well, good," he said. "Because I love you more."

Pierre laughed again and Alexander felt a thousand butterflies.

The door swung open and Jet walked in. He got onto the bed and lay right next to Alexander, looking at Pierre's red face.

"What's going on here?" He asked while leaning his head on Alexander's shoulder.

"Pierre wants to be a doctor, he's going to college," said Alexander.

"Looking like that?" Jet asked.

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"I'm having second thoughts," said Riley.

He was talking about playing basketball because it had been on his mind for a while.

"Was this ever since the day you had a meeting with the coaches?" Alexander asked him, very much concerned.

Riley nodded. And he could have sworn he didn't imagine the sad look on his face.

He really questioned going through with it, pursuing his dream. He just kept thinking that maybe it was too late.

The Master's reaction wasn't expected, how his spirits dampened, like it meant so much to him.

"You're so talented," Alexander said. "I wish the entire world could see that."

No one had ever told him that. Not one person. He didn't even need to think about it anymore. Suddenly all the doubt cleared up in his head.

"But if it's not what you want, then I guess we'll have to respect that," Alexander finished.

"I really want you to be proud of me," said Riley suddenly.

Alexander chuckled. "I already am, and I want you to be your own person. Whether it's–"

His next words were drowned in Riley's lips. He kissed him harder than he'd intended, then pulled away.

"What was that for?" Alexander asked with his fingers tracing his lips, touching where the kiss had been.

"Just the simple fact that I'm head over heels in love with you," Riley smiled at him.

He'd changed his mind faster than the flick of a switch.

Right now he sat down fixing a schedule on his phone. He was doing it mostly for himself but a part of him wanted Alexander to be proud.

It was no pressure, but he so badly wanted to.

"Uhh...Ry?" He heard Zel's voice say.

"Yes baby?" He replied while still trying to look away from his phone. Riley turned slowly as Zel spoke.

"I was wondering... if you could take my picture," said Zel a little shakily while looking down.

Riley almost choked on his saliva as he looked away quickly. He said a short prayer then cautiously turned back.

Zel's hair was braided in pigtails that reached past his waist. He wore a white shirt, Riley realized it was one of Alexander's shirts, too big for Zel but fucking Christ he looked adorably sexy with the number of times he had to fold the sleeves.

Zel's thighs were exposed until where they disappeared into a short, grey skirt. It was so fucking short, just like his patience suddenly.

"You– you... take your...y-your–" He tried to reply.

Riley's phone fell off his hand, it was suddenly an ugly crack on the screen.

Zel walked over quickly and picked it up, handing it back to him.

"My picture," Zel said. "Y-you take really good pictures, so I was wondering if you'd take mine. Are you busy?"

Riley wrote one last thing in his schedule and turned back to Zel. "No, no. I'm not busy at all."

"Okay," he smiled.

Riley fetched his camera quicker than he should have.

He'd never had such a hard time taking pictures before, pun fucking intended.

He could swear Zel was teasing him on purpose.

Zel turned and looked back at Riley and he took a picture. Zel then leaned forward and pouted while Riley did his job. He tried to relax, he tried so hard.

Zel sat on his haunches and turned one of his pigtails in one hand.

"Wait," said Riley.

He turned around and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, he hoped Zel didn't notice.

He turned back like nothing had just happened and took the picture.

"You look like a school girl," he said while adjusting himself. He took the picture.

"And you look like your favorite food is school girls," replied Zel. He kept posing as his cheeks became rosier.

"It is now," said Riley. "And I'm starving." He went to put the camera away.

"Wait wait, take this," said the blonde haired man.

He crossed his leg over the other and leaned back. "I should have worn the stockings right?" He muttered.

"Fucking hell, Zel," said Riley. "You've got to be doing this on purpose."

"Doing what?" Zel's eyes shot to him.

He really was innocent with the sincere look in his eyes. It seemed giving Riley mini heart attacks wasn't part of his plan.

Riley used the moment to take the best picture out of all of them. Zel wasn't expecting it and the innocent look in his eyes in contrast to what he was wearing was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"You look beautiful," said Riley.

Zel blushed harder and he took another picture. Then looked at it and shook his head. "So fucking unreal," he said.

Zel got off the floor and righted himself. "Thank you Ry!" He smiled and leaned in, tiptoeing to peck his lips. He took a step back.

He was fucking joking.

"You think I'd just let you walk away?" Riley asked with his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

His hand closed around Zel's wrist and he pulled him back.

"I said I was starving," he said. "Are you really going to be so cruel?"

Zel gasped as he felt Riley's hand fondle him through his panties. He whimpered as he fought not to lose his balance.

"Damn, you're so hard," said Riley. "Was all this turning you on?"

Zel shook his head and moaned when Riley squeezed harder.

"No? Then tell me why you're so hard," he said.

"Y..." he started.

"Mhm..." Riley urged him on after turning him around and licking a spot on his neck and pressing his lips to it.

"Y-you..." Zel struggled to say. "I was looking at you."

"Oh you mean this?" He rubbed his bulge against Zel's ass and he assumed his frustrated sounds were agreement.

"Get on your knees baby," he said.

Zel did and unbuttoned his trousers then unzipped his fly. The cock that had been so painfully hard, sprang out.

Zel's lips closed around the tip. Riley's eyes closed and he cursed under his breath.

Zel ran his tongue along the shaft then put it in his mouth and pumped it at the same time.

Riley's hand moved to the back of his head and pushed Zel's head to take him in deeper.

His tongue felt like heaven, not to mention the way his lips closed around it.

Zel kept on sucking him for a while before he felt his climax building. He pulled himself away from Zel's mouth.

Riley then got down on his knees too, and bent Zel lower until he was on all fours.

He hooked a hand under the strip of cloth and pulled Zel's panties mid thigh, then pushed the skirt up higher to expose his ass.

Zel moaned when he rubbed a finger against his opening.

"Oh fuck, the lube–" Riley started.

"I already prepped," Zel said.

"You what?"

"Prepped," Zel turned red. "I–I couldn't help it..."

Riley got in before he could even finish. "Fine by me," he said.

"Ry! Oh Ry..." Zel moaned with every inch the member entered him.

"Oh Ry..." he whimpered. "Please f-fuck me."

Riley wasn't sure he'd ever heard Zel use the word 'fuck' before. He pulled halfway out then rammed back into him.

"Ahh! Oh my..."

A hand covered his mouth as Riley thrust again and stopped. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Zel nodded and whined. He moved back and forth to remind Riley of what he was supposed to be doing.

Riley chuckled. "You're so eager."

"Uh-huh," Zel whispered.

Riley stroked him and began to move again. "You look so sexy with your skirt up your waist like this."

Zel bit his lip to stop a moan from escaping.

The pigtails bounced and swept the floor with every thrust. His knees and elbows were going to be bruised after this.

Riley fucked him harder as he bent lower. The strokes so hard they made slapping noises with each one.

Zel didn't know what he was saying exactly but he was begging for release.

Riley's cock moved relentlessly inside him.

He pumped himself and tried to match the strokes to Riley's cock. Zel lost the ability to speak when Riley decided to go faster still.

His prostate was rubbed against harder and harder.
He kept on stroking himself even as the creamy liquid shot out and a tight knot loosened in his stomach.

Zel whimpered and moaned at the same time before collapsing on the floor.

He felt Riley's soft cock pull out of him as he went down. His hole felt tender as it spasmed at the loss of Riley's cock.

It felt so good he could only keep his eyes half open in fatigue as he tried to catch his breath.

"I guess...you really...like my outfit," said Zel.

He was gathered into Riley's arms after his panties had been put back in place.

Riley didn't stop smiling as their gazes met. He took Zels hand and put it in his mouth, sucking his fingers and all of the come off them.

The action sent electricity down Zel's back.

His breath hitched before the arm around his waist tightened and the same lips found his.

Riley nibbled his bottom lip and smiled.

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Alexander typed fast into his computer. He paused and put the device next to him when Riley showed him his phone.

He went over the schedule and nodded while assessing it.

"It's a good schedule," said Alexander while analyzing it. "Just explain to me why you have training on Tuesdays and 'skirt' on Wednesday."

Riley quickly grabbed his phone from his hand to check. Oh fuck.

"You dropped your phone?" Mason asked. "It's cracked."

Shit.

"Ry took a few pictures of me!" Zel exclaimed. "They're really good." He hopped off the bed to get the camera.

"He does take amazing pictures," said Alexander. Both Pierre and Mason agreed.

"They're not bad," said Jet.

They huddled together as Zel brought the camera over and settled between them. He rubbed his thigh against Mason's without paying it any mind.

"I'm not starting with the best one," Zel giggled as Pierre got closer to see.

"Here," he showed them the first picture.

Alexander saw it, then suddenly, and accidentally knocked his computer off the bed.