‘B’ Is For Boyfriend.

Chapter Two — ‘L’ Is For Love.

I'd give anything to have a fresh-start friendship with Daniel Sinclair.

You know, those borne from tutoring each other, sneaking out at night under the moonlight to make love, kissing passionately most evenings at the edge of the lake... Anything would be better than what we had now which was just open hatred which counted faking things to hurt each other which had been the main coping mechanism ever since I announced leaving Denver for New York. Everything went smoothly that day, Mom allowed me to go out for fresh air, and I called him up to the lake where we spent hours kissing and giving each other subtle meaningful touches. Somewhere between these moments, I suddenly realized how that evening would end if I told him what I was about to do.

My acceptance letter came with a lot of hullabaloo from my parents and the locals around. They had a big party planned out and that night would have had it all; my parents approval, the admiration of the whole townspeople, respect... everything.

Unfortunately, it was incomplete.

Daniel didn't show up.

His face had darkened with surprise, then anger, his familiar bubbly glint replaced by a coldness I could only shudder from. It felt like staring at a stranger, or an enemy. That was when regret came rushing, we hadn't even established anything but that night I found out how short-sighted I'd been. Or maybe how timid. Daniel Sinclair wasn't someone so low as to stoop for a ruddy town boy, moreso display affectionate feelings for. It was for this sole reason that our 'situationship' or whatever we had didn't work out. He was so full of shame and couldn't come out openly but things had gone natural between us that I hadn't questioned our status. The first kiss slipped past on a glorious night, my back arched against the leather his car seats were wrapped in, his hands and mouth exploring my body softly in the dark, turning more aggressive as the minutes passed on.

No one knew about us and it'd been easy to act as lovers secretly for some time, though I wondered how much longer we could keep things up. People were already so suspicious at his possessiveness towards me in public. I recalled losing a lot of friends back then when the going got tougher but I never asked him to stop. I loved his jealousy at anyone who had my attention for close to ten minutes. I loved how he always made me know his place which was behind me at all times, to give me a sense of fulfilment that he was mine.

No one set me on fire like he did and no one set me out of place with a presence as much as he. He was my heart-stopper, the man who knew my emotions and inner workings so well to make me feel insane. Reverse it is now.

We'd been something, hadn't we? Each second cursed me with a painful memory, the feel of his fingertips on my hair, his groan of immense pleasure as he thrust into me, or bodies locked, muscles and skin electrifying. It was nothing but ecstasy with his c**k buried deep into me, his cold blue eyes fiery as he stared at me, all vulnerable and filled with a passion I desperately focused on. He has been my all those moments, second by second bringing us both to the brink of insanity, heartbeats beating to a familiar rhythm as we both danced beneath the sheets, to a tune only us knew the steps to. It'd been ages that happened, decades since I've felt him within me, filling me with life, love and distilled hope.

I'd adored every second of it. His familiar growl as he orgasmed still ringed in my head from time to time, sweat trickling down his body as he collapsed and pulled me closer to him. I was never far behind, the sight of his release pushing me to my end also.

It'd always been like that till the night I uttered my plans about leaving.

He didn't speak to me kindly after that, neither did he come to bid me farewell after that night till I left. Now that I've returned, he'd made it his personal duty to hate and humiliate me at every turn with his newfound girlfriend.

I flushed at the memory of his hot breath fanning the skin behind my ear, a pang of guilt washing over me, reminding me that wouldn't it be better if I'd sought his opinion first rather than rush into decisions and blurting it out like that, my mind already made up but things were always easier when thought about, weren't they?

After that night he'd never wanted anything to do with me ever again and it's a wonder how today was so much different with him offering to escort me back home since it was getting dark.

I made the mistake of trusting his generosity as the blonde girl decided to tag along too and he agreed.

The fool!

With eyes glued to the road up ahead while trying all I could to ignore the moans and ripping off clothes behind me as Daniel 'toyed' with his lover at the backseat, my attention was drawn to the weather, noting the dark clouds coming together like tufts of black cotton floss. I applied an effort on the acceleration, curved to a familiar neighbourhood and halted.

The rustling stopped as the blonde girl stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride, lawyer." She blew a kiss at me, patting down her flustered curls while ascending the stairs. Her pants were still pulled halfway down but I think she meant it as a kind of a turn-on for Daniel who's whole face clouded with lust as he came down, climbing in beside me. Neither of us said anything in the stillness of the night and hooting of owls nearby. I took a deep breath, glancing up at the sky above and anticipating a downpour.

I fired the engine, backed out and began making my way to the other side of town where I lived. Daniel sighed and rubbed at his forehead, following the endless seconds that stretched on. I broke the silence half-drive. "Hey Daniel..." my hands instantly felt sweaty, curled nervously over the steering wheel. I couldn't back down now. "I don't know how things took on a personal level like this but I want you to know that I'm sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you."

There, said it.

His lips stopped moving as he turned his head slightly, causing me to grip the wheel tightly at the acidity his eyes possessed. "What did you say?" his voice hoarse but equally husky.

"I said I'm - "

"Quit apologizing," he cut me off pretty nicely, his gaze falling back to the road once more. "There'd been plenty of time for you to do that since you got back. Why now when it's too late?"

I swallowed hard, stung. Too late.

"Well I just thought - "

"Always with the thinking! Tell me, Ryan, when did you choose to listen to your brain more than your heart?" bitterness rippled through his hard features.

"Daniel, look," I placed a palm on his thighs which he didn't shake off, thankfully. "Let me - "

"Pay attention to the damn road Attorney," he nudged my palm off. "I don't want to hear whatever it is you've got to say," eyes narrowing, showing the displeasure on his face.

"Oh for f**k's sake! I'm tired, Daniel!" I snapped, thunder rumbling down to earth, the vibrations sweeping through the atmosphere. "I get it. You hate me and you've won. Now can we get it over with? I thought you were a man,"

He grimaced as though my words had physically hurt him in some way. He sat up to his full height, biceps strained, visible from the tear on the thin black shirt wore. I gulped, seized with an urge to reach out and fondle it.

"A man huh?" he let out a bitter laugh. "You're trying to say I'm a weakling? But you're the one showing your face every time I chose to forget you. You spelt me, made me feel worthless with you gone. Did you know how long I cried? How much time did I spend thinking you'd change your mind and return? I wanted to confess to the world that you're mine. I would have gone to any extent to make you stay, but your mind was made up. You were determined to cut all ties you had with me."

"I waited for you too but you never showed up. I wished to see you one last time but you refused to come! What do you want me to do? Sit around and miss my future? I never stopped loving you." I muttered the last part, knowing it probably had no meaning to him now. With my grip on the steering wheel flailing, it wasn't long before we ran into a deep puddle, the tyres screeching, locked.

"f**k!" I muttered, feeling helpless enough to turn off the engine and throw my head back against the headrest in frustration. The day hadn't gone well.

He snorted. "You should have been concentrated. Now we're stuck here for the night!"

"Don't you think I know that? Instead of scolding me, I suggest you look for a solution." I shot back.

"Like I got us here in the first place," he scoffed. "You don't think of anyone else but yourself, I'm so sick to having to put up with you for nothing."

"Nicely said young man for as far as I can tell, that damn feeling is mutual!!" I turned the wheel, choosing to give it a shot again but no progress. He turned to me, an eyebrow arched and looking smug. "Face it midget, we're stuck."

I ignored him, cranking the engine to move forward but the stupid wheels screeched, kicking against the mud in defiance.

I made to get out just as his palm shot out to latch onto my wrist. "You're not leaving this car."

"Of course I am, I got to go see what's wrong," I argued, trying to peel his fingers off, unsuccessfully.

"You'd only hurt yourself. Come on let's get walking. If we start on a good pace then maybe we'd arrive at your home early," he exited, laughing at my expense. I didn't want to comply. Heck, I'd be damned if I let him walk me home. But this, unfortunately, was the only way out. I'm stuck with him.

He was walking towards the woods which for some reason brought a smile to my face. Oh ye brave soldier, let him encounter a bear or a lioness in the plains. Maybe that'd teach him not to mess with me. I clambered out, padding across the washed-up road to the other direction.

"Where the f**k do you think you're going, Attorney?" Daniel called out before I even made it past a couple of yards.

"I'm going home!" I yelled, throwing my hands up as a sign of giving up. When he showed no sign of retreating with me, I began to fidget. "Where are you going? The route's this way!"

He kept walking, not even sparing a glance back which meant I had to go after him. "Darn it!" I cursed, practically running after him now, the resilience I'd felt earlier transforming to anger. I only caught up with him when he neared a hill which we'd passed earlier on. "Why are we walking this way?!" I hissed, bent slightly to calm and breathe properly again.

"Because we'd be f****d if we try walking back to town like this, drenched and unarmed. It'd be best if we found a shelter and sleep in for the night." he pushed his wet curls back.

"Good idea," I said slowly after a while, brushing past him down the road. He's a pretty smart chap to think for the both of us. I looked at him through the corners of my eyes, watching him match down in perfect uniform with my steps even though I was trying my best to go faster and leave him behind. He deserved the rain and cold and... everything!

We walked for three straight hours till we came upon an empty cabin, huddled back from the road, almost out of view. I pushed open the door, shaking myself off as I stepped inside. It was pitch dark and smelt of moss and cinnamon. An odd combination. Shivering, I yanked my shirt off to squeeze out the water, snapping my eyes up in alarm when the door shut, trapping us in the dark.

Through the haze, Daniel's fiery blue eyes were all I could see. "Put your shirt back on Mr,"

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

"You heard me," he countered, taking a few steps forward. "What are you trying to do? Seduce me? Put the damn clothes on right now!" he was close enough that I felt his breath tickling the spot between my eyes, his body pushing into mine forcefully as I backed away, stunned and confused. Hate blazed through his cold, clear-as-crystal eyes as we stared at each other, chests rising and falling in perfect harmony. We were close enough to feel each other's heartbeat and I could hear the rage pounding in his chest, threatening to wreck his ribcage open. If I dared lean forward, our lips would collide and there'd be a burst of emotions but I knew either of us would pull back. He'd rake his fingers down my scalp and tilt my head back to offer the bare expanse of my throat to his hot mouth.

With all these in mind, I was still adamant as hell to touch him. He'd often made me cry for nothing, fondling and kissing that blonde sweetheart every time he got an opportunity. I was tired of being the only one trying. He has to know his place.

I opened my mouth and said the only words that'd get me in more trouble than I already am. "Make me."

He uttered a small gasp of surprise, drawing back. I leaned in, our eyes locked till his gaze fell on my lips, eyes flashing with lust and passion that was eating up space between us.

"Do whatever you please," he turned to hide his expression. I recognized it almost immediately, that sign of vulnerability. We both had reached our limits. We both needed a reconciliation.

He swung around now, the hate back again but this time it was suspicious. "You've always been one to test my patience, sweetheart." he stepped impossibly closer, our chests fighting for space while I struggled to free myself. "Step back!"

"Or what? You of all people should know I'm tired of your bullshit! You tempt me, make me feel weak and at that same time it's like we're never getting back together. Cut the crap Attorney, you still love me."

I snapped my head back up to him. "No, I don't. I just wanted to patch up things with you so we'd be more normal," I felt stabbed by my very own lie. "We should move on."

"Why? So you can keep pretending we're not into each other? That you can keep lying you don't feel a thing when I touch you like this," he trailed his thumb over my face, igniting a fire that struggled to make it's way to the surface.

"Daniel, please - "

"I gave you everything, I'd have died to make you happy, to give us both a sense of belonging. To live the remainder of our lives together. Everything. But all I asked, all I ever requested from you was to stay. To be by my side always. Do you think this s****l tension between us doesn't bother me? You think I'm a fool for waiting this long?!"

"Stop," I pushed against him weakly. His words were cutting my insides. "Just - "

"No Ryan, you're the one who needs to stop,"

"Stop what?"

"Stop lying to yourself! Stop acting as though you don't care about me! Stop fighting us!!" he exploded, eyes grim to let me know how much damage I'd dealt him with my absence but much more by my indifference. "I'm sick. I'm sick of it all."

"I'm so - "

"Stop it, sweetheart," he sighed, eyes moist and voice cracking up. "You're hurting us. You're hurting me. Why do you keep doing it? Why fight fate?"

I blinked back my tears, hating myself for making him feel like this. I couldn't stand his eyes. They had all the emotions there ever was to melt my legs.

"Look at me," he ordered. I obeyed. "Do you enjoy seeing me torn like this?"

I sucked in a ragged breath. "I'm so sorry."

"Is that all you can say? You know, I can't believe I still love crap like you."

"Me neither," I said solemnly.

His brows drew together now. "Tell me what's that supposed to mean?"

"That I've been in love with an asshole all these years,"

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his firm chest to look at me squarely. "Really? Too bad I don't believe you. Show me how you feel. Show me how f*****g much you love me."

He sucked on his bottom lip, eyes alive at how captivated I already was. I mean, you won't blame me. I've always liked his lips. They were so soft and ethereal, the most damn, most beautiful part of his body.

I sank on my knees in the dark, hands reaching out to fumble with his belt buckle. "I'm sorry and I love you,"

"Say it again. Louder this time."

"I'm sorry and I love you," I said raspily, managing to pull the buckle free, fingers working on his dark trousers eagerly. "I just need your hands on me. I'm so sorry I left you like that, without any prior warning. I want you so much that I can barely stand it."

He yanked me up, crashing his lips on mine, his hands encircling my waist to jam me against the wall, my hips on each side of his waist. I kissed him with so much passion, so much need that'd only escalated as the years of separation wore on. Our lips moved together, tongues fighting and teeth clashing hungrily. A dance we'd once performed and we're relearning, gathering the dance steps once more.

The apocalypse could come down now and I wouldn't care. Not if I stayed like this with Daniel Sinclair's lips twisting my thoughts and turning them all into dandelion seeds, floating farther away with the wind. We both broke away, breathing heavily, lips swollen and unbelievably red in the darkness.

I yanked his trousers and boxer briefs down, the garments latching at his knees. I found his balls, fondling them gently and began to stroke his c**k slowly.

"Damn," he breathed, head tilted back as he reached out to hold on the wall behind him, eyes snapping open as I sucked the tip of his d**k for a few minutes, before taking it all into my mouth with an excited moan.

"f**k, yeah baby," he groaned. I smiled against his c**k, the familiarity of it all flooding my whole being. It hadn't been this way with anyone. Not that I hadn't tried. A few of the guys I dated back at New York were all eager to get into my pants without any prior feelings. Now, with Daniel's c**k in my mouth, it felt like coming home. His hips thrust earnestly as his free hand got tangled up in my hair. He let out a gasp as I began sucking and bobbing my head rapidly, his c**k large and stroking the back of my throat bringing him to an edge. He tried to focus on the rain pouring on the window outside but it was futile. He couldn't last much longer, not when I was on my knees working him over, his balls tightening, signalling the obtrusive surge of thick fluid from deep within.

"s**t baby, I'm gonna cum." he groaned in a frenzy as he leaned forward, fists clenched. "Get away - " I applied more energy, sucking the life out of his c**k. He looked down at me, lust and pleasure mixing with the coldness in his eyes. I snaked my left hand on his firm ass, cradling it just the way he loved it till he came with a shout. "s**t!"

Head bowed, his release spurted into my mouth and I swallowed it all up, letting go. He yanked me up again, enveloping me into a heated embrace. "I still love you, I never stopped," he breathed as he looked into my eyes carefully for a moment, before his lips crashed onto mine.

Our hands went around each other as we kissed. A reminder that whatever we had would last forever. A kiss which sealed so many things, but at its wake, a new life sprouted. A kiss which served as evidence that from that night forward, Daniel would be the only one I'd sleep next to and see first the next morning.