44. Brayden

Chapter forty-four

Brayden

Three days later

F or the past two days, I've been holed up in this dorm room, waking up to the sight of Cope, Tray, and Kal hovering around me like I'm some fragile baby. They won't leave me alone for a second. Yesterday, I dared to take a shower, and when I stepped out, guess what? The bathroom door was slightly open. Can't even shower in peace with the door shut.

They're convinced I intentionally wanted to join Bex on the other side, but truth be told, my head was a mess. I can't even say for sure what I wanted at that point. I know Bohdi has something to do with this as well. It's as if he's arranged for me to have a constant sitter.

I actually woke up this morning alone, which feels off. I check my phone, and find texts, and what's even weirder? I don't have a text from Bohdi. I normally wake up each morning to a text from him, telling me he misses me, and he can't wait to see me in class when I'm back.

The doctor told me I need to take it easy. I'm off for another week, and Kal's mom wants me to go see a therapist. I told her I'm OK but unlike my mom, Kal's mom actually cares, and had basically insisted.

Sighing, I sit up in bed, bored out of my brain. I glance at the diaries beside me, running my hands over the smooth cover. Bohdi still texts me in the evening, asking me to tell him about Bexley. Anything, even down to his favorite color, and I can't help but fall in love with him a bit more. It keeps me thinking of the happy thought of Bexley.

When I was in the hospital, Bohdi went back to the trailer and gathered everything and took them back to his place. I'll never have to go back to the trailer again and I'll never have to see my mom again. I have thought about her more than I should have over the last couple of weeks. People often fail to grasp the true nature of addiction. It devours those it traps, an insidious illness that embeds itself in their very bones and courses through their veins. It drowns them from the inside out. No matter how hard they struggle, they rarely break the surface, as it relentlessly pulls them back under. It holds them captive, slowly and painfully extinguishing their spirit. The only reprieve comes when the monster offers a fleeting lifeline, a brief moment of respite. But soon enough, it drags them back into the depths, suffocating them once more. My mom is an addict. But she is still a person, just like Bex was. She had choices and she never once chose us. Not ever. She turned her backs on us entirely, we could have died in that very bed, and she wouldn't have known. I know my mom was in there somewhere, but she gave up. I begged her on more than one occasion and I would watch as tears fell down her face. But she would shake her head in silence and storm out of the trailer. She could have fought for us, but she didn't. At least Bex tried. Not all the time, but he tried. He cared for me; he protected me. My mom would have used us for our last breath if she could.

She succeeded with that for one of us.

Do I tell her about the note I found? Do I tell her he didn't overdose on purpose like we were made to believe?

But you know what? She can live with that thought. She can live with the thought that Bexley was so fucked up, he no longer wanted to be on this earth and I hope one day she wakes up and it hits her how it was all her fault. I hope one day it tears her apart even a fraction of what it's done to me.

Boh gave Kal two diaries along with our UV pens, just in case I needed them. Thank God he did because each night when I'm in bed on my own, Cope fast asleep, I open up those diaries and I read all our memories. It's bittersweet but I'm so thankful I get to keep a part of this life with me.

There's a knock at the door and I push the diary under my pillow before standing up. Let's see who has been assigned to me today. Dragging my feet to the door, I swing it open, eyes rolling as I do so. The air gets lodged in my throat when I see Bohdi, dressed in a snug black suit, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up, revealing tanned, powerful arms. His black blazer hangs casually over one shoulder, and my eyes widen in shock.

"Are you going to keep eye fucking me or are you going to let me in?" One side of his lip tips up as he raises an eyebrow.

"Are you going to fuck me if I let you in?" I tease back.

Within seconds, I'm being pushed back into my room and my dorm room door slams shut as Bohdi pushes his way in. His suit jacket is dropped to the floor and his hands cup my face, his lips finding mine instantly. A moan crawls its way up my throat as his tongue pushes through my lips, taking every single bit of me. My hands frantically glide over his arm, down his back. His lips, soft and wet, devour me like he can't get enough of me.

I have thought about Bohdi nonstop since we were in the hospital, the way he opened up to me, the things he said. The fact I could finally admit my true feelings for him. And then I had to come back to the dorm without seeing him. It's been hell.

"Fuck, I've missed you," I say between Bohdi attacking my mouth. Bohdi pulls back, his forehead meeting mine. "How did you get up here without being seen?"

"Had a little help from Tray. He said he would distract everyone." I pull back, biting my cheek, trying to suppress a laugh.

"You do realize he is no doubt currently running around this dorm building, buck naked? Any excuse to get his dick out and he will do it." Bohdi raises one eyebrow at me and then pinches his eyebrows together.

"Does he get his dick out in front of you a lot?"

I choke on a laugh. "I mean, I've probably seen it more times than my own, yeah, but that's what you have to accept when being Tray's best friend."

Bohdi's frown deepens. "I don't like that one bit. The only dick you should be seeing more than your own is mine." He frowns, with not one hint of amusement on his face.

"You're actually being serious." I try to not laugh, but my lips tip up as I bite my lip.

"Clearly I didn't make it clear enough who you belong to, Brayden." Bohdi growls my name as his eyes darken and a shiver race down my spine.

"I think you need to remind me, sir." Bohdi's eyes glance at the bathroom door and then he turns me so my back is facing the it. His lips descend on mine as he pushes me back into the bathroom. Bohdi closes the door behind him, locking it.

"There's no such thing as privacy in this dorm. They can unlock the bathroom door from the outside," I pant as I make quick work of removing my clothes, my dick already painfully hard. Bohdi stops undressing.

"You mean to tell me not only do you see another guy's dick all the time, but they also see yours and just walk in here when they please?" He deadpans, his stare serious.

"Only since I've been back from the hospital." I won't tell him that Trayton sits on the toilet and has full-on conversations with me while I shower. That may push him over the edge. Although I'm kind of tempted. I love this side of Bohdi.

"If they walk in, I will pack your bags, and you will move in with me."

"Yes, sir," I tease as Bohdi stalks toward me removing his shirt.

"Get in the shower, Bray." I walk into our walk-in shower. It's not the biggest, but it's enough for me and now Bohdi, I guess, as he stalks in after me. Turning the water on, I tilt my head back, allowing the water to run down my body as Boh's eyes move all over me. His eyes never leaving my body.

"Turn around. Let me wash you," he says, grabbing some of the shower gel and squirting some onto a loofah.

When the loofah glides across my back, my body scatters in goosebumps. He rubs it across my back slowly. I lean one arm on the tiled wall and hang my head, allowing the water to hit the back of my neck. My dick stands up, the slit pointing up at me, oozing with pre-cum. All that it took was to have Bohdi stand behind me naked.

The loofah travels down my back and glides over my butt. My breath hitches as the loofah travel between my cheeks, playing particular attention to my hole. As Bohdi rubs the rough fabric over my hole, small gasps of air escape my lips as my eyes close and Bohdi's finger replaces it, rubbing over my hole over and over again. Boh gently pushes me under the water more, so it runs down my back. After a few seconds, he pulls me back and then I feel his dick nudging the entrance of my ass.

"Fuck, yes." I sigh. I needed this. I needed it so fucking bad.

Bohdi nudges me, the slight sting has me gripping the tiled wall, but Bohdi goes slowly. Treating me as if I might break, but I don't want that, not now. I want him to fuck me.

"Bohdi, fuck me," I grit, pushing myself back into him, welcoming the burn. Bohdi hisses, holding my hips tight so I can't move anymore.

"I don't want to hurt you," he grits out.

"So much for showing me who I belong too, you can't even fu—" I suck in a sharp breath as he slams into me with brutal force, it stings, it fucking burns but my god it's the best burn. Bohdi's hand wraps around my front, one hand snaking up to my neck as he wraps his fingers securely around my throat, holding me in place as he brutally fucks me. Taking everything he wants, and I love it. I love it so much.

"Fuck, fuck," I cry. Bohdi pushes my front up against the cold tiled wall and his lips find my ear.

"Who." Hips forcefully snap forward, hitting that magic spot. His fingers tightening with every snap.

"Do." His hips snap forward again quick and hard, knocking the air out of me as I claw at the tiled walls.

"You," he growls, fucking himself into me so deep.

"Belong." His voice breaks as if his holding on and I know I won't be far behind me with each snap of his hips. The head of his dick brushes against that button inside. My balls tingle ready for release.

"To?"

"You, you!" I scream, my voice becoming hoarse. "You, sir, I belong to you." His fingers loosen as they leave my neck and slide down my chest.

"Brayden, shit. Tell me you love me. I want to come in this tight ass while you tell me."

"I love you, Bohdi. I fucking love you."

"Again," he moans, his dick smacking into my ass in punishing snaps.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," I repeat and repeat until he stills and roars my name.

"Brayden, fuck, fuck." His hips slowly pump and he slides his dick out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and I'm teetering on the edge of release. "Turn around."

His hoarse voice has me dizzy as his hands grip me and turn me around. Bohdi drops to his knees in front of me and my dick takes note as pre-cum leaks out of my tip and travels down my dick. Bohdi leans forward, licking up the pre-cum and then his lips cover the head, as he sucks on it so hard it defies physics and logic. My eyes flutter, legs trembling and eyes rolling to the back of my head, seeing stars. Bohdi carries on paying attention to my head and then his mouth slides down my dick and he gags, his throat, squeezing the hell out of my dick. Bohdi's finger slips into my hole, using his other finger to gather up his leaking cum as he pushes it back inside me. Over and over, he does this and I know I won't hold out much longer. I grip the strands of Bodhi's hair as a tingle begins at the bottom of my spine and my balls draw up.

"Bohdi, fuck. I'm going to come." Bohdi continues sucking the head like he's waiting for his favorite drink to pour out. While his fingers milk the fuck out of my prostate. And when that first rope of cum spills down Bohdi's throat, my brain short circuits as euphoria washes through me like a tidal wave.

"Shitmotherfuckingod!" I spew nonsense, not knowing what I'm saying as I spill ropes and ropes of cum down Bohdi's throat. Bohdi licks up every drop and as his tongue swipes over the head, my legs spasm and I fall to the shower floor. Both me and Bohdi burst out laughing.

"Best blowjob ever," I pant, closing my eyes and leaning back against the tiled wall.

"Only blowjob ever," Bohdi growls. "In my mind, you've never had a blow job before. In fact, you've never been with anyone before. I'm your first and last." He grabs my cheeks, pressing a kiss to me. The slight taste of myself has me licking my lips and Bohdi's eyebrow raises as his eyes which darkens instantly follow the trail of my lip.

"I love your jealousy." I smirk.

Bohdi pulls up a loofah between us. "Your time to wash me."

My eyes widen. "Is that the one you used on me?" I stare at him wide-eyed; his brows draw together in confusion.

"Yeah, why?"

I burst out laughing. "That's Cope's."

Bohdi's mouth opens as he covers it with one hand. "Damn," he says before he burst out laughing along with me. "I'll buy him a new one."