Day Valentine

I just want to fucking chill and be by myself.

I walked back by myself, with Dimitri's permission.

Woulda did it without honestly.

Everybody else is probably out acting like society really gives a fucks about them.

Dimitri said he'll bring me back food so I'm good.

I hear the door open and sit up on my elbows in Brenden's bed.

Shit.

"Amir?" I ask, sick of the bullshit.

I stand up.

"Leave me alone, bruh," I sign and shake my hands.

He walks up to me.

"Yo, I swear I didn't intend for that shit to go down," he says.

I just look at him like he's fucking stupid.

He is fucking stupid.

I go to take my hearing aids out but he grabs my arms. I push him and he pushes me back.

I try to wrap my arm around his neck to take him down, but he swoops his leg under mine.

We end up in Danny's bed.

I start punching him in his side with all my strength.

"Ah, ah!"

Fuck he eating them shits.

He flips us over to where he's on top of me. He hooks me in my sides over and over again. I curl my upper body.

He fucking me up.

I break the unwritten rule me, Danny, and that nigga have and hit him in his face.

He looks at me in shock and I grab his arms.

Now we both can't move.

He tries to shake me, but I squeeze my legs around him.

"Let go of my arms nigga, I'm bouta fuck you up," he says.

Fuck no.

"No," I tell him.

He tries to pull from me but I grip him tighter.

"Ow!" He says.

I shake my head no.

He looks down on me and finally sighs.

"Don't be mad," he says.

He looks at me for a bit while I hold us in that position.

He leans down and kisses me while we're still tangled up. My legs loosen around him, but I keep a hold on his hands.

Shit.

He pulls away.

I look at him with locked jaws and let him go. I try to move but he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.

Im pretty sure he can read my mood from my facial expression.

Still mad, still everything.

He looks down on me seeming more mad or in more thought than I am, but I don't see why.

What kind of shit is that?

Before I could do anything else we end up kissing again.

This time rougher. I lift up against him so he can take more of me, but he pulls away.

"Can I touch you?" He asks while running his hand down my stomach.

I pull him to me and gasp against his lips when he slips his hand in my pants.

I can't believe this, bruh.

He takes the opportunity to win my dominance and travels his lips to my jaw line and then my collar bone.

I pull at his shirt and he sits up and takes it off.

I admire him.

My heart starts bumping fast as hell.

Attraction?

He works his way down my chest and stomach and stops to give my belly button some attention.

I tense up from the feeling of him tonguing it.

I moan out and bite my knuckle to silence me.

He works his way back, stopping to suck and bite on my skin every once and a while. He stops and and hovers himself over me.

"It's later," he gives me a smirk.

I smile at him and lift my hips. He pulls my joggers down and I kick them off.

This is so bad.

I sit up and flip us over. I straddle him and kiss him the way he just kissed me. I unbutton his jeans and touch him through his boxers.

I stop when I feel his dick.

Oh shit.

He's not a Dimitri, but he still got it.

He laughs.

"Is everything ite?" He asks.

I sit up.

"Stop being cocky," I sign.

He pulls at my boxers.

What you doing?

"Who said I was doing all that?" I sign.

He pulls my dick out.

"That," he grabs my dick.

His hand feels so good around me.

"But I thought you just wanted to play?" I sign jokingly.

"Shit alright," he says with a big dumb grin.

I smile at him and hold my hands up. I can't wipe the smile off my face.

"What?" He asks.

I scoot back until I'm on the bed inbetween his legs. I pull his pants off.

I look at him.

"I don't know how," I sign.

Embarrassing.

I watch his face turn red as he smiles at me. I dig into his boxers.

"Woah I'm honored as shit."

I start laughing.

I can practice do Dimitri won't fuck my throat.

"Just do it like you like yours. Just don't die," he says.

I roll my eyes and I lean down.

"I won't do you like you did Celia."

I sit up again and glare at him.

"Seriously," he says.

I'll just fight him.

I lean down again.

I like that teasing shit.

I hold him in my hands and lick from his base all the way up to his tip. I feel him jump.

"Mm mm mm. Day freaky," he groans.

I like when it's sloppy, but I don't know if I should take the step.

Might as well.

I spit on his tip and start to suck on him.

"Oh shit," he says.

I try to go down as much as possible. He grips my hair and his dick hits my throat I almost fucking die.

I slap his hand.

"My bad," he laughs.

I go back at it and keep going. He starts to pant and his stomach starts clinching while small groans leave his mouth.

He stops me and pulls me on top of him.

He grabs my thighs and scoots me up so I'm sitting on his stomach.

He lefts my hips; I grab the bars that hold the bed above us up to keep myself steady.

He pumps my hard dick and sucks on his fingers.

God forgive me.

He slips his fingers in me one by one and I moan out.

He reaches under me and grips the back of my thighs. It makes me lean over him.

He finds my spot instantly and starts hitting it over and over again.

He's done this shit before. I know it.

My lips part and I try to breath through the feeling. I reach behind me and start beating his dick with a firm grasp.

"Amir," I moan.

He gets rougher.

God.

I end up putting my hand on his neck to slow him up.

"If you choke me I'm fucking you," he says with some base in his voice.

No.

My thighs spasm. He curves his fingers and goes deeper inside me.

"Ahh!"

He grabs my dick with his other hand and starts beating me hard as shit.

"Don't," I moan.

I don't want him to make me nut so fast. My toes curl. I say his name again and catch myself before I accidentally squeeze this nigga's neck and get fucked up.

He presses his thumb under the tip of me. I dig my nails in his shoulder at the feeling. My hips start to jerk and I start to spill out on his chest.

Daniel Boswick

"I don't know. I haven't seen him that mad at Amir in a while."

"Shit, I have," Mr. Marcello shakes his head.

Huh?

I look at him confused.

"Huh?" I say while turning the nob to were the boys stay.

I open the door and my bros eyes shoot to mine.

My jaw drops and my eyes fucking melt out of my face.

My eyes examine them and take on everything way too fuck fast. I back up and push Mr. Marcello back before he can even think about stepping in there.

I close the door behind me.

What the fuck!

"Danny what's good?" He laughs.

I can clearly hear Amir talking and shuffling coming from behind the door.

"Some shit," I tell him.

He looks at me.

"Some wild ass incriminating, slash slightly life altering, slash scarring, slash I don't even know type shit," I tell him.

His face hardens and he tries to grab the door knob.

Oh shit.

"Mr. Marcello don't go in there my G,"
I tell his ass.

Ima fucking whoop their asses that shit is fucking gay!

I shake my head and scrunch my eyebrows up.

On my bed though!

"Danny you got five seconds to move outa my way," he says.

"Look I'm just gonna have to wait those five seconds out and catch that L waiting after it," I tell them.

I'm not about to let them faggots get in trouble. They're my brothers, sugary or not.

Mr. Marcello puts his hand over my hand and turns the knob with so much force he coulda broke my shit.

The door opens and I'm afraid to look but I do.

Amir's struggling to button his pants and Day's pulling at his crooked ass joggers.

Day looks like he's just seen the devil himself, staring at Mr. Marcello like he's his daddy.

Is he that scared of Mr. Marcello, the fuck?

I notice Amir's chest and close my eyes fast as hell.

My mans!

I face palm hard as fuck.

"I might pass out."

Gay.

Asses.

Nut?

I jump when the door slams behind me.

"Shit," I hold my chest.

"Fuck!" Amir throws the shirt that was gripped in his hand the whole time.

Ima cry.

Day sits on Brenden's bed and holds his head in his hands. He shakes his leg.

I'm still stuck on everything else.

I point at Amir.

"I just got one question for you?" I ask.

He glares at me.

"On my bed?" I ask in disbelief and bend my knees.

I'm finna die.

"Coulda at least spared me and did that shit on Brenden's."

Hey, hey. I hate this chapter. It's long as fuck. I feel like it sucks. How are y'all doing? I'm chill. Please vote and comment. Day! Amir? Dimitri? Danny? I love Danny 😂.