Page 3 of Four for a Boy

“My phone?” Chad touched his pocket and felt the vibration. “Right…”

He slipped it out with shaking hands, silenced the call without looking at who had interrupted them and switched it off.

Romeo let out one long sigh from his nose and dropped Graham to the floor. His head cracked against the concrete, not even that killed Chad’s lust. It should have. He knew it should’ve, but it didn’t touch on his desire for Romeo to ravish him.

He pushed his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry.”

Romeo tilted his head, eyeing Graham on the floor. The fact Romeo wasn’t looking at him started to bother Chad, it brought forth a fresh way of emotions, each one more confusing than the last.

Romeo’s eyebrows pinched together as he examined Graham. “Don’t be, it’s fine.”

Chad waited, skin itchy with the need for Romeo to touch it, but he didn’t take a step closer. He wanted his dark eyes, and hard hands, and a kiss that was as painful as much as it was welcome, but Romeo was too preoccupied with Graham.

Chad was damn near hyperventilating, adrift, lost with his hand quaking as he reached. Without Romeo taking control, he didn’t know what to do but stand there and internally rip himself to pieces.

He wanted to fuck, after seeing someone being murdered?

How messed up was that?

He wanted Romeo to look at him, not Graham.

Graham had stolen him for far too long.

He was irritable that they weren’t fucking beside a still warm corpse.

What had he become?

Romeo looked at him.

Finallylooked at him.

But it was all wrong.

Chad took a step away from Romeo and dropped his hand. The small movement was enough to wake Romeo up to the fact Chad was in the process of imploding.

This was wrong, so fucking wrong.

Romeo rushed forward and grabbed Chad’s hand. He tugged him hard until he collided with Romeo’s chest with an oomph. “It’s all right.”

No, it wasn’t. None of it was.

Somethinghad gone wrong.

Chad pushed off from Romeo’s chest. “How can it—”

“Look at me.”

Romeo dropped his knees slightly, getting level with Chad. He couldn’t see any hint of the monster, just Romeo, the same one that had reassured him before sending him off into the night to get Graham.

Not the monster.

Chad needed the monster.

He didn’t like being the most fucked-up one between them, but the monster had gone and taken the darkness in Romeo’s eyes with it.

Chad needed to have sex after his boyfriend killed someone. How monstrous was that? Romeo had been born with his need, but Chad had grown his over time.

“Breathe, Chad. Deep breaths.”

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