"Give me a reason then." The boy demanded, eyes fuelled by a rage that was not unknown to him.
"What?" Emmett questioned.
"Give me a reason, tell me a lie, that contradicts to what you feel for me and I swear to you, I'd leave you alone."
"I don't feel anything for you." Emmett easily lied, ignoring the ache in his heart at his words.
"Not good enough."
Emmett lashed out, shaking with agony as he had never known as his voice quivered pathetically, "I look at you and I see my world-shattering into these despicable shards of audaciousness that reflect my only desires, otherwise deemed unworthy by the universe. This is what I truly feel for you."
"Is that what you really feel for me, darlin'?"
"Yes and don't call me that, my name is-"
"I don't care what your name is, just answer me." The boy vehemently interrupted, fiercely questioning him again.
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Can a broken boy find love in an ostracised world where gender roles and even sexual desire is shaped to suit the society?
Meet Emmett Anderson, an eighteen-year-old dreamer with high hopes for his future. When he is kicked out of his home by his aristocratic parents for being different and gay, his life has never been so tough. Whilst searching for a place to crash in, he has to temporarily take refuge in an abandoned park and that is when he meets an enigmatic, nameless stranger. Things heat up when they both start to become closer to one another, but there is still so much that Emmett is unable to comprehend about the aforementioned boy. Join him on the most enthralling journey of his life mingled with pride, indiscrimination, lies, danger, a bit of an adventure, with undulated romance to the admixture.
The Pretty Boy In The Sheets| bxb | Slowly Editing
22 parts Complete Mature
22 parts
Complete
Mature
| Cover by Sunkissedmuffin |
(I changes my user)
Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong with that. Eric wasn't homophobic, he didn't feel disgusted in himself but rather disappointed.
Everyone put pressure on him to be this perfect person, whether it being grades or sports or family- everything would be ruin if he came out. That's why he hadn't told anyone in the last couple years, not because he's scared- pft, Eric Goodmen scared? Star football player? Could have all the women by just a click of a button if wasn't for being in love with the same gender- scared? He was just a little 'inconvenienced'.
One party changed everything though- to many drinks and making out with the wrong gender to send his fake perfect life crashing down when discovering out the first person he came out to, kissed, and had sex with was Callum Micheals.
Mr pretty boy.
Like life flashing before his eyes- Eric questioned whether Callum remembered or not?
***
The smell of a nose itching fabric softer, too expensive for his parents to buy and the feel of warm feather pillows is what Eric woke up to. His body was somewhat tired, and sweaty but besides that, he felt good- he even let out a morning moan sitting up with his arms to look around, he was at Jackson's.
A light ache from his hangover rang through his head reminding him that he drank a lot last night seconds later, he opened his mouth to hiss or groan in pain, but the groan that brought silence to the room wasn't his- it was, "Callum?!" Eric whisper shouted.