Tyrell

"Rell, ya luh boyfriend outside waiting for you." My mom said as she wakes me from my nap.

I groan. "Mama, that boy ain't my boyfriend."

"Yet." She said.

I shake my head while I get up. Mama leaves the room. I slide into my Nike slides and I exit. Walking down the hall, I turn and approach the front door. I open the front door, revealing C.K. with a Chick-fil-a bag in his hand.

A frown forms on my face as I step out. I close the door behind me before crossing my arms. "Tryna win me over with sum food?" I question, "Nigga, I can buy my own Chick-fil-a."

C.K. rolls his eyes. "Yo grumpy ass don't appreciate shit." He said.

"Correction, I don't appreciate shit coming from you." I tell him.

A hurt expression forms on his face and I can tell he was gonna fall back. However, he steps forward. C.K. takes my hand in his.

"Look Ty, I went to the club last night with Draymond, Lilac, and her sister. I had five drinks and in the video, I was on my sixth one when Kendall came onto me. My vision was all fuzzy so I didn't even see when she came into the club or the exact moment she came into our section." He explains.

"Put it on God or yo auntie finna go bald tonight." I dare him.

C.K. purses his lips as he tries not to laugh. When he forces his face back to a neutral one, he responds with, "On God. I didn't even remember what the fuck went down or why you were so mad at me until I watched the videos back."

"Videos?" I raise a brow.

"Folks are messy as hell so of course they showed you the video of Kendall and I, and not the videos of Lilac and her sister dragging Kendall and her friend." C.K. continues.

I smirk. Lilac is dat bitch.

Then, realization hits. I just saw that one video and assumed the worst. I let past trauma get the best of me before C.K. even got the chance to explain himself.

I revert my gaze to the wall, knowing damn well I'm in the wrong. "Well that makes sense." I said.

"Uh uh, you owe me an apology, Ty."

I huff. Of course he not gone let it go.

"I'm s-" I attempt, "sor-See I can't even get it out."

C.K. lets go of my hand. A sad puppy look takes over his features. "I guess I'm just gonna go home without my Ty."

He turns around. Next thing I know, I'm running. My arms wrap around his waist while I rest my head against his back.

"I'm sorry Christian. I really am. I let past heartbreak stop me from communicating. That's just how I am though. I'm used to pulling away before I get broken again." I mutter, but I know he can hear me.

A sigh leaves his lips. "You're cautious and I can't blame you, because I gave you a reason to be. I made it clear to you that I'm a player."

"But I'm a player that's tryna leave the game because the game never brought me happiness. I've been happier this past month than the last few years I've spent playing this game."

I stop hugging him and I step back, causing him to turn around. C.K. gives me a curious look. I shake my head. "I don't believe that."

"No one has ever told me about myself. Draymond, Lilac, Briana, and so many others saw me being a fuckboy and didn't say nun because it wasn't affecting them personally. You were the first one to be real with me, making me change the way I look at things. More importantly, you made me change the way I carry myself." He explains.

I shake my head even harder. I refuse to believe I have this type of impact on people. Like I know I be making niggas laugh and I know I be pissing niggas off, but woah...this is a new level of influence.

"Tyrell, you're goofy, you're a dickhead, you're always honest, and you're always on the defense. You stop yourself from getting too close before you get burned, but no matter how hard you try, I'm always gonna be the fire that burns down all the walls you have set up." C.K. said honestly.

I glare at him. "I don't like how truthful you're being right now."

He chuckles softly while stepping closer. His free hand grips my chin gently. "I know you just got a new heart replacement and all, but I'm afraid I'm taking it away. Don't worry, it's just gonna rest in my hands for now on. Will you trust me to keep it safe?" C.K. asks.

"Unfortunately, I trusted you with it the moment I opened the door." I admit while looking away bashfully.

In the corner of my eye, I see C.K.'s lips stretch real wide and open to reveal that pearly white smile. Happy bastard. He leans forward suddenly and presses a kiss against my forehead.

Pulling away, he tells me, "Now let's go eat, bae. If you weren't such a stubborn jit, the food wouldn't be cold by now."

I would've swooned over him calling me bae, if he would've ended the sentence right then and there.

"I can't stand you Floridian niggas." I hiss, slapping his hand away.

C.K. laughs as we venture back into my house.

《 Time Skip 》

I shakily put the phone up to my ear. "W-What's up?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Just got back from class," Bri tells me, "You wit my cuzzo?"

"Yeaaa..." I respond, failing to keep my voice under control.

"Ooooh yall made up?"

"Mn...we...fu-makin...up...right...now."

I lay down on the bed while C.K. hovers over me with his hands planted into the bed. He's thrusting in and out at a slow and teasing pace. Obviously, he doesn't give a damn about his cousin being on the phone. If I wasn't dickmatized right now, I would beat his ass.

"See yea no. Yall fuckin. Imma go and tell ya mama." Bri threatens.

"No please don't-Daddy!" I exclaim in the middle of my sentence when C.K. thrust his whole length in.

"OH MA GAWD! THAT NIGGA GOT YOU SCREAMING DADDY?! AH BITCH, I GOTTA GO!" She screams.

Bri hangs up. I put my phone down and I turn my head to mug C.K. "I'm never coming back here," I promise, "Got me sounding like a whole pornstar on the phone, the fuck wrong witchu?!"

Suddenly, I feel his dick press against my good spot. I'm sure my angry expression turned into a slutty one that quick. "What were you saying?" C.K. asks, changing his pace. "Something about never coming back here?"

"I-I'll move...my stuff i-in here whenever you w-want me to." I change my statement.

"Good boy." He whispers.

I should've ran while I still could. Now that I'm back under the trance of the dick, he got me saying crazy shit. Moving my shit in here? Mane, that don't even sound like me!

My eyes roll back while I receive hard thrusts to my prostate. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. I feel like I can't breathe right now...in a good way, if that makes sense.

"Fuck...you feel so good. Such a good boy...taking my dick like that." C.K. praises.

"Daddy, I-I'm finna cum!"

"Cum for me, Ty."

He don't gotta tell me twice. A loud scream leaves my mouth as I nut. My head crashes onto the bed. C.K. curses in between each thrust before letting out a loud groan. Then, I feel his nut fill me.

C.K. pulls out, making me think that I'm finna get a chance to breathe. Then, he flips me over. Putting my legs on his shoulders, he slides right back in.

"Shit..." I curse as my mind goes blank again.

He plants his hands into the pillow and leans down a bit. C.K. proceeds to thrust in and out of me at a slow teasing space. The sound of skin slapping together fills the air.

Our eyes meet. His eyes are full of lust, desire, and concentration. My stare is dazed. Sex with C.K. is always amazing, but today I'm in a state of euphoria.

"I-I love you." I tell C.K.

C.K. chuckles, "You love me forreal or you love my dick?"

"I love you...and your d-dick only makes me l-love you more." I said.

He chuckles again before capturing my lips. C.K. licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth. His tongue slips in. It grazes every area of my mouth before wrapping itself around my tongue. I moan softly as he sucks on it.

The pace picks up. This time though, the pace isn't slow and teasing or fast and rough. It's just right and gentle. C.K. is putting love into each thrust.

He breaks the kiss to ask, "What's my name?"

His dick nudges my prostate. I let out a loud moan. "Christian!"

"Say it again." Christian orders while continously thrusting against that bundle of nerves.

"C-Christian!" Thrust. "Oh fuck Christian!" Thrust. "Christian please!"

He lets out a growl as he thrusts one last time. My eyes screw shut while my seed spills onto my stomach. Christian releases inside again. He pulls out and collapses. I gently toy with his hair as he catches his breath.

"The shit I say while dickmatized is digusting." I said outta nowhere.

C.K. picks his head up and grins at me. "You looovvveeee me." He draws out.

"Love is a weird way of saying hate." I retort.

He shakes his head and lays it back down on my chest. "I hate you too then." He whispers.

I try to fight a smile from forming, but it does anyways.

For the first time in forever, I feel like I'm on Cloud 9.

《 Time Skip 》

After sex, we took a shower and took a big ole nap afterwards. Now that I'm up again, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. I unlock it to see the time.

"10:00." I read out loud.

I sit up and begin to shake C.K. On the fourth shake, he's stirring awake. His face scrunches up.

"What?" He asks in his sleepy voice.

"I'm hungry." I announce.

"Nigga, you could've ordered sum without waking me up." C.K. said harshly.

This nigga starting to sound like me.

"Now if I would've just ordered without asking, you would call me a dickhead." I frown, "You see where considering people's feelings get you?"

C.K. grabs his phone. He unlocks it and then taps on the DoorDash app. He hands it to me. "Here. Order sum."

"Thank you-"

"And leave me alone." He adds before facing the wall.

"I'm really finna be a dickhead now." I tell him.

"When are you not?" C.K. mutters sleepily.

I make a mental note. When C.K. is  awoken during the night, he's just as reckless with his mouth as me. Anyways, I'm gonna order from Sonic.

I decide to order jumbo popcorn chicken with a side of fries. Then, I add an oreo cheesecake milkshake to my order. I look over at C.K. Even though the muthafucka snapped at me, I'm gone order sum for him too.

A cheeseburger meal with a side of cinnamon bites is what I ordered him. I noticed he orders Sprite at any fast food place, so I got him that too. Finally, I pay the total and set the screen to 'Track order'.

Placing his phone down, I pick mine back up. Unlocking it, I tap on Instagram. I go straight to my DMs and I tap on the groupchat.

DaHomieQuan: Rell...you answered my girl's call while getting piped? Nigga you deadass?

I close my eyes and count to 10. Lemme have a mental convo with Jesus real quick before I curse Briana's snitch ass out.