Chapter 16.5: Tyler's Version (bonus chapter)

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If the cold air I was walking through didn't kill me, my nerves most definitely would.

A million and one thoughts raced through my mind as I quickly walked toward Addison's apartment building that towered over me. It was daunting and expensive-looking, especially for New York. I knew Addison came from a very well-off family, whereas it was just me and my dad; I just hoped I could impress them. Even though I'd been to his place before, everything felt different now. There was a possibility that we'd someday become something and because of that possibility, I wanted to do everything I could to make them like me.

I welcomed the warm rush that came over me as I entered the gorgeous building. As I walked toward the security desk, I texted Addison to let him know that I was coming up. After I signed in and was given a temporary key fob to operate the elevator, I headed up to Addison's apartment, sweating bullets despite the chill that was still festering within me.

Before long, my shaking legs stopped in front of Addison's apartment door. I sent a text letting him know I was there as I took a few deep breaths to calm my pounding heart.

Don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up... I repeated over and over my head before I heard the low click of the door as it unlocked. My breath hitched in my throat as I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, prepared to shake hands with one of his fathers if they were the ones behind the door, however, I was met with the soft green eyes that made my knees weak.

"Hey," he gently greeted as his lips pulled up, revealing his gorgeous smile.

"Hey," I returned, instantly hating how soft and timid my voice sounded as it left my lips. "Thanks for inviting me."

"No problem, come in," he invited before he stepped out of the doorway. As soon as I walked in, a pleasant scent wafted into my nose; not too strong, not too light. It was relaxing, though I couldn't put my finger on what exactly it was. I followed him down the hallway as he said, "I'm warning you: my family is insane, so be prepared for that."

I lifted a curious brow at him. Had he forgotten that I'd been here before? "You said that the last time I was here."

"Yeah, but last time you weren't actually with them. Now you are. So be prepared," he said as if it were obvious.

"And I'm warning you: if you don't live up to the standards you set, we're going to have a problem." I meant for the remark to be a light tongue-in-cheek one, however, the way that Addison stopped and looked up at me caused butterflies to fester in my stomach.

"And what are you going to do if I do?" His voice was soft as he spoke, and his gaze met mine through a thick curtain of lashes. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was tempting me.

Yet despite how nervous I was, he pulled out a confidence in me that prompted me to take a step toward him and let me eyes hungrily take him in front top to bottom. I gently gripped his chin, the chin I'd gripped so many times to kiss him, and guided it so he was turned away from me with his neck exposed. I used my free hand to gently skim the skin that I knew harbored my mark that he'd somehow managed to hide with some kind of makeup. He shivered beneath my touch, causing me to grin at him. "I guess you'll have to find out."

He looked up at me with such an innocent wonder that I couldn't deny my body the pull it felt to his. As if feeling it too, his tongue quickly moistened his soft-looking lips. I used one hand to grip his hip and the other to cup his cheek as I gently led him until his back was against the wall. Was I concerned that one of his family members would catch us in this very compromising position? Absolutely. But was I more so concerned with how turned on I was without Addison uttering a single word. No doubt.

I gently leaned in to kiss him, something I'd been longing to do all day. However, right when my lips brushed against him, I felt pressure on my chest, stopping me. "No, non adesso. Dopo. Someone could catch us." His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, and though I couldn't fully understand what he'd said, I got the message. I didn't make an attempt to create any space between us, though. Neither one of us did.

"Have I ever mentioned that I really love it when you speak Italian?" The confession tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it, and though under normal circumstances I'd be beyond embarrassed to have said that, I was too enamored by the boy in my arms to catch myself.

He blushed as his gaze met the floor. "Thanks."

"What does it mean?" I pressed as my thumb started moving against his hip. I could practically see him melt under me.

After a moment he said, "You'll find out eventually. I'll probably say it a lot and you'll definitely hate me for it."

I smiled, loving his embarrassment. "I'll live. Besides, it'll be nice to have my own really hot Italian teacher."

His signature adorable grin spread across his face as he rolled his eyes and slipped from my grasp. "Whatever. Just don't go off saying stuff like that at the table. My family doesn't know anything and I'd like to keep it that way for the time being."

For the time being. Did that mean that he planned on telling them about me eventually? The very thought caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

"Okay, okay. Addi, you're no fun. Live a little," I lightly joked.

"We both know I'm plenty of fun," he said as he turned and continued walking away from me, and, as horny as it sounded, my eyes wandered down to watch his ass as he walked. I couldn't help it, especially because he was wearing gray sweats.

Before long, we entered the living room where his siblings were playing. "Alright you two, andiamo. Dinner's ready. Tyler's joining us again.'

The girl, Emerson I think, looked up at me. "There's a new boy in my class named Tyler. I kicked him in the shin for saying that boys are better than girls," she stated as casually as if she'd just told me the sky is blue.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise as Addison laughed.

"I guess violence runs in the family; first Addi beat up Tommy Burger in elementary school and now Emmy is following suit. I might as well punch someone at school so I can join in on the fun."

"Ooh, can I punch someone at my school too?" The boy– Adryan?– asked. "There's a kid named Jamie in my class and he stole my black crayon and–"

"There will be no punching at any schools," Mr. Bruno said as he and...the other Mr. Bruno entered the room. Man, that's going to get confusing. His attention turns to me. "Hi, Tyler, how are you?"

"Dang it!" Adryan frowned. "It's not fair, they always get to have fun!"

I chuckled at his defiance and fiery, "Hi, Mr. Bruno and Mr. Bruno. I'm doing fine, how are you?"

"Fine, thanks for asking," the other Mr. Bruno said.

"Good, and I just realized how confusing calling us both the same thing is, so you can call me Mr. Madison and you can call him Mr. Noah," the first Mr. Bruno– Mr. Madison said.

"Yes, sir– I mean, yes Mr. Madison," I said, remembering how much they didn't like being called "sir". I then knelt down to Emerson and whispered. "I promise that boys aren't better than girls. Boys are stupid sometimes."

This caused her to smile, revealing her missing teeth before she turned to Addison. "I like him."

The words caused my heart to melt as I shot her a quick wink and raised my hand which she instantly high-fived.

"Alright, everyone wash your hands," Azalea instructed. I followed Addi to the kitchen sink where we washed our hands and before long, we were sitting at the table.

Ants of anxiety marched up my spine as I looked around, surrounded by the people who meant so much to the boy that made me feel so good without even realizing it. I just really wanted them to like me.

"Alright, Addison, tell us what you've made," Mr. Madison said with a small grin on his lips.

"I, um, made bucatini with lemony carbonara. I also made fresh lemonade and salad," Addi explained, though there were traces of bashfulness swimming in his tone. It was adorable.

" Buon lavoro, Addison. I fully expect it to be amazing as always," Mr. Noah complimented, causing a light blush to stain Addi's cheeks as he broke eye contact with his father.

"Well, I'm excited about this," I said before Mr. Madison raised his hands. Everyone joined hands, likely for prayer, causing me to do the same. As I held their hands and bowed my head, images of a place I'd rather forget flashed through my brain. They'd have us join hands like this before they'd try to abuse the "sin" out of me. My throat became tight as I tried to push those memories away and remind myself that I wasn't there anymore. I was with Addi and his family, the antithesis of that place.

"Benedici, Signore, noi e questi tuoi doni, che stiamo per ricevere dalla tua generosità, Per Cristo nostro Signore. Amen." I hadn't realized that I'd lifted my head from its bowed position until Addison's eyes met mine. There was something both comforting and super sexy about the way he spoke in his native tongue, even if it was something as simple as a single word or prayer.

I must have been far more expressive with my facial expressions than I thought, because as if he could read my thoughts, Addison blushed as he broke eye contact. A wave of embarrassment moved through me as the sounds of forks scraping against plates and chatter started filling my ears. If he'd noticed, had anyone else?

I pushed down my paranoid thoughts before I followed everyone else's lead and started eating.

Addi's parents had been right. The food was amazing.

The dinner continued on rather smoothly with Addi and Azalea sharing typical sibling bickering, Addi's dads asking me about school, and me dishing out subtle jabs at Addi to make him blush, especially regarding the fact that he could be "quieter" at school. His family laughed at my light-hearted jokes, but the blush that continuously ignited on Addison's cheeks told me he got the double meanings. I took pride in being able to be slick with what I said and how I said it, but we wouldn't be able to keep our relationship a secret for much longer if Addison kept blushing the way he did.

He looked super adorable though.

Before long, he was all but dragging me upstairs to his room with a look of excitement that mirrored that of a child's on Christmas morning. But I couldn't judge too much, especially because I was pretty sure an identical look of excitement decorated my features as well.

Once his familiar bedroom door came into view, he practically threw me in before closing the door behind us and looking up at me nearly breathless. "Kiss me." His voice was a soft caress that was filled with urgency and longing.

And I wasted no time giving in to his command.

With every movement of my lips against his, I felt him melt into me further and further. We started off slow, but within moments we were in a frenzy, and the next thing I knew, my shirt was gone and I was standing between his legs as he lay on the bed with a look in his eyes that almost made me lose it. My eyes took him in as I ran my hands over his incredibly beautiful body. "You should wear gray sweatpants more often. They look really good on you," I softly said, fully allowing myself to speak from my dick.

He smiled up at me. "You can flatter me later. But right now, I want you to take my clothes off and baciarmi."

Though I didn't fully understand his request in Italian, I think I got the basic gist from the way his body was practically begging me to kiss him. It felt extremely good to know that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. "Aren't you worried someone might catch us?" I said with a light teasing tone in my voice as I gripped his hips and pulled them against mine. A small gasp escaped his lips due to the new contact between us, and I leaned down so my lips were just above his. "You didn't even lock the door."

He put a hand on both of my cheeks and used his thumb to gently caress them. "Come on, Tyler. Live a little," he said, throwing the phrase I'd said to him right back at me before he pulled me down on top of him.

Fire instantly ignited within me as he instantly took control of the kiss without any semblance of shyness as his hands wandered over my body and his tongue ventured into my mouth. After a few moments, he boldly slid his hands beneath the waistband of my pants and tightly gripped my butt before he pulled me into him. I rolled my hips against his, white noise filling my brain as the friction brought me an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Moans escaped from both of our lips at the same time as I felt my jeans starting to feel tight the more I got aroused.

I wanted nothing more than for him to take them off of me.

As if he could read my mind, Addison flipped us over so that he was on the top and I was on the bottom before he dangerously started kissing down my neck and chest. His destination was clear. He knew what he was doing. As he trailed his lips and tongue down my body, I couldn't help the way my back arched and the needy way his name continued to flow from my lips. I didn't care about my anxieties or even the possibility that someone from Addi's family could walk in at any moment. All I cared about was the boy that was making my head spin.

I tightly gripped his thighs as he traveled lower, my heart racing with anticipation. Once he made it to my lower stomach, a shock moved through my body as my eyes rolled back in my head. I was in pure ecstasy.

But right before he got to the good part, I heard a familiar female voice calling his name. My heart dropped. "Addison," I nudged, but he didn't stop. "Addison, we have to stop." I shook him. "Addison–"

Just as he looked up, the door swung open revealing Kyra as she was looking at her phone. Words were escaping her lips but all I could hear was white noise as her eyes locked with Addi's, then mine. My heart started racing as flashbacks of my mom and that God-forsaken place started flashing through my mind. And my God, the way she looked at us with such disdain mirrored the look of the sick men and women that would try to abuse and shock the gayness out of me.

And now here it was again.

That same dehumanizing look from the eyes of a girl I called a friend.

That look.

I was frozen with fear because of how much power it held. The memories, the words, the implications. It was all too much for me so I simply shut down.

I didn't move when she spat hateful words. Not when Addi jumped off of me. Not when I heard the shouting and what sounded like a slap. I couldn't.

I was suddenly back in that place I'd fought so hard to escape. Held there against my will. Thrown away to be forgotten about.

I was back in hell.

Suddenly, I was alone.

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Hey y'all long time no see hahah. Get it? Because it's only been a few minutes since I last updated. But anyways, what did y'all think of the chapter? Are y'all enjoying seeing these events from Tyler's POV? Let me know in the comments! Furthermore, after I do a few more chapters from the main story in Tyler's POV, I'm also going to write some POV chapters of events that happen after the main story is over so look out for those.

And, as always, the next chapter is already available on Inkitt, so click the link in my bio to check it out before I publish it on here! Thank you all for your patience and I love y'all to the moon and back <333

Love y'all– Jordan :)


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