Page 51 of Make Me Scream
Abel walksover to me and drops his bony ass right into my lap. My legs open for him, even as my eyes widen in shock, unsure of what the fuck is going on.
“Uhhh…” Gabriel balks, gaze darting between the two of us, lips parted in the shock I feel coursing through my veins.
“‘Sup, guys,” Abel says, all fuckingnonchalantly, as he adjusts his headphones, bopping his head to the beat of his music. I glance down at him in my lap, back at Gabe, down again, then around the table, atevery-fucking-onestaring at us.
“What?” I snap at no one in particular.
“Isn’t he your foster brother?” Corbin questions, lips curled upward.
“Not for much longer—not that it’s your fucking business,” I snap. My arms wrap around Abel’s waist. He leans back into my chest, legs spread around the outside of mine. It gets really quiet, really fast.
“Okay,” he says, holding his hands up. “If you say so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We just didn’t know you were gay,” Grady adds quietly as he chews his bottom lip. His eyes flicker up to meet mine for a flashbefore they drop back to the floor. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it remains lodged, nearly choking me.
“I’m not,” I bite out.
“Dude.” Corbin laughs. “You’ve got the twink in your arms. And holding onto him like that?”
I glance down, not having realized. But I don’t release my hold on Abel—I’ll never fucking let him go.
“He’s mine,” is all I say to that.
A few chuckles float around the table. Gabe shakes his head, his dark curls bouncing as he knocks his leg into mine. I jerk my head in his direction. “What?” I snap.
“You’re being… pissy,” he says, seeming to settle on that word. Abel’s fingers tickle my wrist, and I grab them tightly, twining them around mine.
“No, the fuck I’m not.”
He holds up his hands in a placating gesture, shoulders shaking as he laughs, head shaking, too. “If you say so, dude.”
“I do.”
“Mhmmm.” He curls his lips in, dimples popping out as he smirks.
“Gabriel,” I nearly growl, my eyes narrowing.
Abel pulls his headphones off and wraps the cord around his discman. He leans back, pressing the entirety of his back against my front. “He’s saying you’re in denial, baby boy,” he says against the side of my neck. All the blood drains out of my face.
“Baby boy?” Gabe splutters.
“W-what?” a few resounding people repeat.
“Abel,” I hiss.
He blinks up at me with wide, beautifully gray eyes, feigning an innocence I know he’s never fucking had. “What, baby?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I bite out through clenched teeth, fingers tightening past the point of pain on his waist. My face is aflame, and I can feel every set of eyes on me.
“Oh, so much,” he drawls slowly, face splitting into a grin—a grin I want nothing more than to wipe off his fucking face.
“I’m going to beat your ass, runt.”
“I look forward to it,” he rasps, pupils dilating and breath coming out shorter.
“Uh, guys,” Gabe drawls, drawing my attention. I sit up a bit, readjusting Abel on my lap. The little shit rubs his ass on my half-hard dick, making it twitch and fill with more blood. I barely manage to bite back the groan that threatens to spill from my lips.
