Intersex

Chapter 3.

"I f****d UP!" I yelled as Brian tried to comfort me. Kennedy hadn't spoken to me since I told him to leave me alone and I was feeling guilty, abandoned and lonely. Being without him made me realise that I didn't want to hang out with anyone other than him. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept for the past nine days since we last spoke.

"And he's not answering his phone?" Brian said as he watched me frantically walk around our apartment, pulling at my hair.

"He's opening my texts but he's not responding to them..." I groaned. "Every time I call he hangs up and sends me straight to voicemail!"

"Well, you probably hurt his feelings..."

"No shit..." I sighed and fell down on the couch next to him. I slammed my hands into my face and pressed them against my eyes as I groaned in frustration. "He's avoiding me too..." I muttered.

"Well knowing Kennedy I don't think you'll find him at that party..." Brian said as he took a sip from his beer can. He was watching an old sitcom as he settled for his Friday night.

"I'm not going cause I think he'll be there..." I sighed. "If he's gonna ignore me then I'm gonna ignore him..." I growled. A man fell on screen and the classic sitcom laughter went off in the background, Brian chuckled quietly. "You're not listening to me..." I pouted and poked him with my foot.

"Sure I am!" He laughed and shoved my foot away. Brian was extremely ticklish but it wasn't something I used to my advantage. "You should go! If Kennedy's being an asshole then f**k that guy!"

"I'm not gonna f**k him that's gross!" I shrieked. Brian turned to me with a disappointed expression and shook his head.

"You're such a child..." He mumbled as I wheezed at him. I liked it when we were like this. I liked having him as a brother figure while we lived together, especially since I was an only child and had never had any siblings.

"Don't get too drunk!" I said and gave him a pat on the head before skipping over to the door.

"I've got a few friends coming over so I can't promise anything!" He yelled.

"If they touch my stuff you're dead!" I yelled and ran out of the apartment. As I made it to the stairwell I stopped and ran back to the apartment door. "And this place better not smell like weed when I get home!" I yelled.

"No promises!" Brian chuckled.

I patted my jeans. I had my phone, my keys, my headphones and a small amount of cash just in case.

The walk was short and I was by Jayden's house in no time. Just like I'd expected, it was a frat house and it was full of people. Cars were parked all the way down the street and on the lawn, people were drinking from red solo cups and laughing. I threw some money in the bucket by the door and went inside.

The house was dimly lit with neon lights flashing in the ceiling. I groaned at the sight and covered my eyes slightly to avoid a headache, that was the last thing I wanted. I didn't recognise anyone around me and I stumbled through crowds of people, trying to make my way to the backyard. It was hot and loud. Music played through large speakers and as I walked past a bedroom I heard the bed creaking at a steady pace. It made me chuckle slightly.

"Hey!" A familiar voice called. For a split second, I expect to turn around and see Kennedy but as I glanced over my shoulder I saw Jayden stalking towards me. "You came!" He smiled at me and handed me a red solo cup. I raised a suspicious brow at it and looked up at Jayden.

"Not tryna drug me, are you?" I mumbled and stared into his grey eyes. A friendly laugh slipped past his lips and he walked up next to me, placing a hand on my back and gently leading me towards the door to the backyard.

"I would never..." he chuckled.

I had heard the horror stories about people's drinks getting spiked when they weren't looking. It wasn't that I suspected Jayden of doing anything, I just wanted to make sure that he didn't look guilty when I asked. I curiously put the cup to my lips and took a sip. It was strong and sweet. It reminded me a bit of raspberry soda but stronger and more sugary.

"What is this?" I laughed and looked up at Jayden. The sugary flavour was making my mouth dry and I couldn't tell if I liked it or hated it.

"My secret recipe!" He said. "I call it 'the sugar daddy'" he said proudly.

"That's a dumb name..." I snickered and nudged his arm.

"Well I used to call it 'the sugary mega drink' but that just didn't sound too good now did it?" He sheepishly chuckled as we stepped outside.

The cold air stroke over my face like water and I let myself drown in the sweet feeling. It sent shivers over my arms. The air smelled of rain; sweet and earthy, wet stone and grass. I put the cup to my lips and took a small amount of the drink in my mouth. The raspberry flavour mixed pretty well with whatever liquor Jayden had used to make the drink, it was actually pretty good.

"Do you like it?" He asked and gestured to the cup in my hand.

"It's different..." I answered as I looked down at the pinkish-orange looking drink. "I would water it down a bit though..."

Jayden leaned his head to the side and gazed into my eyes. "Why's that?" He hummed.

"It's too sweet..." I cooed and leaned closer to him with a mischievous smile. His grey eyes almost sparkled in the pale moonlight. The contrast between his pale eyes and his dark skin made his grey irises appear as if they were glowing. It was nearly hypnotic to look at. His curly hair hung down in his forehead and I couldn't help but run my fingers through it, stroking it back onto his head.

"Sometimes being too sweet is perfect though..." He cooed as I took another sip of the drink. He grabbed it from my hand and put the cup to his lips, letting a large amount of the drink slide down his throat.

"That was mine..." I snickered as he handed me the cup back. The alcohol was starting to get to me, proving how much of a lightweight I really was when it came to drinking.

"Then take it back..." He whispered and leaned closer to me, letting our lips gently brush up against each other as he wrapped an arm around my waist. His thumb rubbed the side of my torso, pressing against my bottom rib as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

"Didn't know you swung that way..." I teased as his fingers eagerly wandered over the top of my jeans, brushing the skin on my stomach.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me..." He mumbled.

He tugged me back into the house and up a staircase. He slowly led me towards a room down the hall and I followed behind him full of anticipation. His hands were soft and smooth. They rubbed over my fingers gently as he pulled me into a dark room. It was neatly organised, just like his car.

"Welcome to mi casa..." He snickered before pulling my arm towards him, making me land against his chest with a gentle bump before he kissed my forehead.

None of his belongings were on the floor, his bed was made, his books were stacked perfectly and even his laundry basket looked pretty. His room looked like something out of a catalogue and he had small strands of cosy lights lined up on the walls by the ceiling.

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His full lips pressed against mine and I leaned into his kiss, urging him to go further. My fingers were itching to touch him but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I stuck to keeping my hands on his neck. As his tongue stroke over my lips, I slowly parted them, letting him do whatever he wanted as he kissed me. He pushed me down onto the bed, burying his hands in my hair as he slowly nibbled at my bottom lip. A quiet moan filled the room and he snickered.

"Needy..." He cooed against my neck, roughly biting down which made me moan louder.

"You're one to talk..." I groaned. Apparently, he didn't appreciate my comment because he quickly bit down on my neck again, kissing it and leaving a trail of hickeys over my skin.

I felt his hand rub up against my thigh as he slowly made his way towards the zipper.

"Is this okay?" He gently asked and looked into my eyes. I nodded as I stared at him, face burning, body trembling with need. A deep blush spread over his face, all the way up to his ears as he gulped and carefully unzipped my jeans. He pulled them off to reveal my slightly damp underwear and finally releasing my b***r from the confinement of my pants. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled my shirt off as Jayden worked his own pants off. He tugged his shirt off and revealed dark skin. His torso was sculpted like a statue. He had contoured abs and beautiful pecks. His arms curved with his biceps and his v-line teased my eyes to glance down. I wanted to compliment him but before I had the chance to he was already on top of me, biting my n*****s, making me whimper and whine as he slowly slid my boxer briefs off.

I watched as he placed teasing kisses over my stomach, holding my erection in his hand, gently squeezing and rubbing. He spread my legs and placed his thighs under mine, lifting me onto his lap slightly. I leaned back on the mattress to look up at him. His grey eyes sparkled in the dim glow from the small lightbulbs hanging in the ceiling. The light was warm and comfortable, almost romantic. The lightbulbs looked like starts where they hung.

"I know I'm a bit drunk but I'm gonna say this anyway..." Jayden whispered as he slowly slid a lubed finger inside of me. I let out a quiet, quivering moan. "You're so f*****g pretty..." He whispered. Another finger slid inside and he curved them against my prostate. I gasped for air and moaned. "You might be the prettiest guy I've ever seen..."

"So cheesy..." I whimpered as he slid a third finger inside. My breathing was getting rough and I was starting to get hot where I laid on the bed.

"You think that's enough?" He asked and slowly wiggles his fingers inside me. I nodded. It was going to be a bit tight but I was feeling needy and I didn't want to wait.

Jayden stood up and walked over to a drawer across the room. He unlocked it and slowly pulled it open.

"Do you mind if I tie you up?" He said and turned to me with a leather rope and blindfold.

I felt myself stiffen greatly as I looked at him. He held the ropes and I nodded as my mouth watered. His room was so neat and clean and he was so proper, who would've thought he was kinky?

He stalked over to the bed and roughly pulled me up against the bed frame. He worked quickly and soon I was steadily tied down with my eyes covered.

"That's not too tight, is it?"

"No it's good..." I whimpered as I felt him trace his fingers over my stomach. It was frustrating that I couldn't see what he was doing but in a way, it just excited me more.

He carefully bent my legs back and slowly pressed inside me. He was thick and I felt him struggle slightly with my small frame.

"You're really tight..." he groaned.

"You don't have to be gentle..." I moaned.

With those words, he chuckled deeply and shoved himself all the way inside me with one thrust. He was big, probably the biggest one I've ever taken and I moaned loudly. I felt him deep inside, hitting me right below my bellybutton with every thrust. I whimpered and squirmed, grabbing onto the leather ropes as he pounded me. When I told him he didn't have to be gentle I hadn't exactly expected him to be this rough.

After a few minutes, he came and to my horror, I felt it. I felt his seed pour into me with his last thrust and I let out a shaky breath as I came too. My euphoric feeling didn't last long though as the panic struck me mere seconds after I came.

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"You didn't use a condom?!" I shrieked as I frantically pulled the leather I was tied with. I tugged at it as my panic grew and it was only made worse when I couldn't shake the blindfold off.

"I'm clean..." he said and chuckled. His chuckle quickly faded into a panicked laugh though as he slowly pulled out of me. "Please tell me you are too..." He stuttered.

"UNTIE ME!" I screamed. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes as I rubbed my face against the pillow underneath to get the blindfold off. It wasn't working. Jayden wasn't moving and a cry escaped my lips. "Please untie me..." I whispered through the tears.

"Micah..." Jayden whispered. His voice was harsh and to be honest, it scared me a little. "Are you clean?" He asked.

"I'm f*****g clean now untie me!" I cried out. The desperation in my voice was so clear yet Jayden didn't move. "Please untie me..." I cried.

"Micah..." He began as he very slowly loosened the ropes. "Tell me the truth. Are you clean?" He asked again.

"Yes, Jayden. Yes, I am." I whimpered as I patiently waited for the ropes to fall off my wrists.

"Then why are you freaking out?"

As soon as my hands were free I ripped the blindfold off and loud smack filled the room. The muffled music from the first floor made the room vibrate and I looked as Jayden held his hand over his sore cheek. My hand had flown across his face with all the panicked strength I mustered. A heaving sob filled me and I threw myself off the bed as I pulled my clothes back on. I was sore and I felt his hot seed moving deep inside me.

"Micah..?" Jayden whispered. I turned my head in his direction to see him still holding his hand over his face as he stared into space. "What did I do wrong?"

With those words, a hiccup like cry escaped me and I pulled my shirt over my head as I staggered out of the room.

The house was full of drunk college students, laughing, talking, dancing, drinking, smoking and eating each other's faces. A ping pong ball flew across the room as I pushed through the crowd of people. A table full of red solo cups stood in the middle of the large living room and people were shooting ping pong balls into the cups as the beer splashed. Cups were dropped, spilt, chugged and the music made the house pound. I felt my heart thumping loudly in my chest as the beats of the music lined up with my pounding heart. I had to get out. Fast. Now.

The cold air suddenly rubbed up against my face and bare arms, making me realise that I had forgotten my jacket in Jayden's room. I gave myself a quick pat-down. I had my phone. My keys, the cash but my headphones were gone. Whatever. I started jogging away from the house. The late autumn night's chilly air wasn't being nice and the wet coldness stuck to my body like glue. The breeze left my hair slightly damp and the tears running down my face nearly froze. I knew I was running in the right direction but I wasn't sure where I was. My mind was somewhere else entirely.

His grey eyes. His beautiful chocolate skin. His long, curly black hair. The pretty lights in his room and the scent of his sheets. His smooth skin and his gentle hands. That tantalising smile when he told me that I was beautiful.

I wiped the tears as I ran and hurried to get back home as fast as possible. I needed a hug. A Brian hug.

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I threw the door up only to slam it shut again when I came inside. I heard laughter from the living room and the smell of weed was overwhelming. I didn't have time to think of it though as the urge to throw myself into Brian's arms took over. I kicked my shoes off and sprinted into the living room.

He was in his usual spot, sitting on the couch with his feet on the small table in front of it. He looked up at me in surprise and smiled. I sobbed and took a sprint towards him, lounging myself into his arms and wrapping my shivering limbs around him.

"You're so cold!" He gasped and wrapped his long arms around me. "Micah, what's wrong?" He whispered. "Micah..? Micah, talk to me... Mickey? Mickey tell me what's wrong..." his voice was filled with concern and I let my face disappear in the space between his neck and shoulder. His arm curled around my waist as his other one reached up for my head, gently rubbing my neck. "You're okay..." He whispered.

"This place smells..." I whimpered. "I thought I told you not to smoke..."

"I know... I know..." he soothingly hummed against my ear as he rubbed my back, letting me cry on his shoulder. His hand disappeared into my hair and he gently rubbed my scalp.

I hadn't acknowledged the other people in the room and I could tell that they were both confused and uncomfortable. I hadn't met a lot of Brian's friends, only Tony and Quintin, two of his high school friends.

"Let me carry you to your room..." Brian cooed and carefully placed his hands underneath me to hold me up. I was still a bit sore but that was to be expected, Brian, of course, didn't know that so I didn't exactly blame him for not being as careful as I would've preferred him to be.

He set me down on my wide bed and laid down next to me, allowing me to curl up next to him as he pulled his fingers through my hair. I had no intention of telling him what had happened. I just wanted his comfort. He would probably only get worried anyway. To be honest, I was scared. Really scared. The thought of that had me ugly crying against Brian's chest.

"You're okay..." Brian whispered.