Part 1: I Shouldn’t Be Looking at Dylan Like That I’ve never been great at looking people in the eye when I like them. It’s stupid, I know. But when I feel too much, my body does this thing where it’s like—nope, you’re good, let’s just admire from the side and pretend none of this is happening. So if you’re wondering how this all started, how a perfectly normal year ended up getting very not normal, I guess it starts with...

Part 2: Dylan Was Right Behind Me I froze in the doorway. His voice stopped me cold, low and rough behind me like a half-caught thought. “Yo, Troy. Were you…” Every molecule in my body held its breath. Was I what? Looking? Staring? Getting hard at the sight of his flexed back in the mirror while he adjusted his waistband, abs catching the light like something sculpted? My throat dried out in real time. I turned around, he...

Part 3: Dylan Wasn’t Asleep Either “I saw you,” Dylan whispered. My body tensed. Saw me? “In my room earlier. When I was flexing.” My breath caught. I didn’t answer. “You were staring,” he added. “You think I didn’t notice?” “No, man… I—” I tried to deny it, but it came out too fast, too weak. Dylan let out a soft laugh behind me, right into my neck. “It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t mind.” I swallowed, frozen under the bla...

The morning light streaming through the window woke me up, the soft glow warming my skin. My body was aching in all the right ways, but it wasn’t just the lazy soreness of a good night’s sleep—it was the lingering effects of last night with Dylan. I woke up with a raging hard-on, my mind still hazy from the events that had unfolded in the hours before. The warmth of the blankets felt a little too much, like I couldn’t esc...

Part 7: Dylan Is In Control I stayed there on my knees, pulse pounding in my ears, eyes locked on Dylan’s. His grip on my hair was firm, commanding, but not painful—more like a leash he knew I wasn’t going to try breaking. His stare bore into me, daring me, testing me. “Look at you,” he said softly, almost amused. “Didn’t take much, did it?” I could feel my face flush, but I didn’t back down. “You act like I didn’t make y...

Part 9: Almost Caught Dylan’s breath was still hot against my cheek, lips brushing the side of my face like he wasn’t done with me yet—like he’d barely even started. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he murmured, voice dark and smooth, “you won’t be able to walk out of the gym tomorrow.” I was about to laugh—probably choke out some dumb reply like I don’t even lift—when we both froze. “Yo! Troy?” Jake’s voice. From upstairs....

Part 11: I'm Not Stopping This Time The second the front door clicked shut behind Jake, my phone buzzed again. Dylan: Don’t care if Jake’s in the kitchen. Come downstairs. Now. I stared at the message, heart hammering. He didn’t know Jake had left. He didn’t know we were alone. And if I told him— I swallowed hard, thumbs already moving before I could second-guess it. Me: He’s gone. You’ve got me all to yourself. Three dot...