Owned By The Owner (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Theodore Heids

Carter has been living with me since last week when I found him in the park. I moved here too. There is something about this guy that keeps pulling me to him. I insisted, telling that he has nowhere to go but he only rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms across his broad and hard chest. I eyed him. His body is magnificent. Godly even. I glared back, trying to hide my amusement.

And now, here is Carter Evans in my apartment, cleaning stuffs. He even washes the dishes, does the laundry, cleans the house, sweeps the floor outside. I roll my eyes as I watch him dust the screen of the TV, the Simpson is airing on it. He is humming a tune, The Man Who Can't Be Moved, as he dusts the screen, his butt hanging in the air. And I find that sexy. I immediately put the thought aside and decide I should not bother him as he does the work. Since I saw him that night, I've been having trouble of what I am really feeling. He has got me even more confused when he lived here. With me. There was a time when we had a talk about ourselves. He likes chocolates and everything sweets, watches basketball, loves action and fantasy movies (yes!), likes to cook (he has done an epic sample of this), and his hobbies are playing basketball, hockey and beach volleyball. He hates cockroaches (agree!), frogs, lizards and most of all, spiders. He said he even hates Australia because they have a 12-inch spiders living in the cave.

Smirking evilly at him, I kick his butt, and he yelps, jumping out, and then he glares at me. I burst out laughing, shaking my head, amused by his expression. He rolls his eyes at me and mutters about me being a heartless prick and goes back to dusting. Unfortunately, he even likes to clean a house, said it pisses him off when the house is a complete mess. My laugh falters when he ignores me like nothing just happened. I scowl at him, stand up and decide to annoy the living s**t out of him. He doesn't even budge as I poke his ribs. I accidentally brush the side of his lower hips when his body tenses and shakes just a little. Ticklish at this part, eh? I grin evilly and tickle him harder, and he yelps, patting my head with the dust-covered towel. He laughs and laughs. He's going to die have I not stopped tickling him. He is out of breath, his forehead covered with sweat. He's looking at me with those cute and innocent brown eyes of his. His irises dilated, turning dark all of a sudden and I sense that my arousal is growing.

A strand of hair falls between his eyes and I brush it away, getting captured again by his deep gaze. He licks his lower lip slowly and that, unexpectedly, turns me on. On the edge of arousal, I get up soon have I just realized that we fell on the ground, me on top of him. On the corner of my eyes, he blushes as he gets up, dusting himself. As he stands up, he opens his mouth but no words come out of it. Carter decides to seal his mouth, purses it even, then goes to the kitchen, mumbling about he should make food for us now.

Clearly I am out of my mind. I take a deep breath and get a grip of myself, caging my arousal inside me. I've never been turned on by a guy before, so why now? My heart is beating so fast it's like it's having a race with something. God, what is happening to me? Third day of him living here with me, he turned me on. When he was cooking and was shirtless, showing his well defined abs and chest, his pecs are large and strong. He has a pinkish n*****s and a little hair on his chest. Removing the thought, or hoping that's why I am doing, I follow him in the kitchen and see him preparing a food.

"What's on the menu today?" I ask him as I take a seat on the stool, resting my elbows on the wooden table as I watch him cook.

He doesn't even turn around when he replies. "Cordon Bleu," I scrunch my nose up as he looks at me with his intimidating eyes. "Breaded meat wrapped around cheese." He explains then goes back to preparing. I don't name foods, and I don't even think about it. I just eat what God has given and be thankful. I find myself staring intently at his back as he works. It flexes, showing the muscles through the white shirt he's wearing, whenever he moves. He has a great back. Licking my lips slowly, without even thinking of it, I stand up and make my way over him. He turns around and his eyes widen, staring straight in my eyes. His breath fanning my face as his chest heaves up and down, his body rigid. Looking deeply into his brown eyes, the arousal in my body is going up again, bubbling inside me as we continue to gaze at each other. No men do this to his co-man, or friend, or whatever. Carter turns around and pretends nothing oddly happened. I just shrug and decide to let it go since I wasn't in my mind when I did that. Or so I blame it to it.

Making my way to my room, or should I say to our room, considering the apartment has only one bedroom. I throw myself on the soft, white mattress and I bounce. I stare at the ceiling and think of something just to distract myself. Guess not. Carter is in my mind, running and it's like he's stamped in my brain. Then my eyes nearly pop out of its socket as a realization dawns on me: I am attracted to him. s**t. This isn't good. Bad. Worse. Nightmare. I can't be possible attracted to a guy, can I? Groaning, I roll over to the side and find myself sniffing the pillow Carter has been using. It smells coconut. A sweet aroma of coconut, lingering in my nose as I take another sniff. I try to push the thought aside as I replace it with my sister.

We still haven't talked to each other yet. I doubt it she'll talk to me. My sister is as stubborn as I am. She will just seal her mouth until I cave in and go talk to her, make things right between us. Shaina and I have had a talk though. I told her I'm not attracted to her romantically, and she just nodded and said she'd move on sooner or later, told her that I am deeply sorry for doing that thing to her. Again she just accepted it and told me it's okay when it was not. I felt bad after that talk. Plus, we talked through phones. I never got the chance to take a peak of her expression. But I am glad I didn't see it, so I wouldn't see the guilt.

Pretty soon, I hear Carter shouting my name, telling me dinner is now served. For the past few days, the caring side of me has sprouted and that is because of Carter Evans. Sometimes, I would see him sulking and crying, mumbling about his father. I want to ask him what's wrong. And whenever I see him crying, my heart would just clench at the sight and I would be pretty pissed. I don't know what his problems are, and I am planning on talking to him about that. But it seems the trust isn't strong enough to be a bridge for us to cross.

I get out of the bed and head to the kitchen and see Carter putting plates on the table. On the table, a pitcher of orange juice, two glasses and the cordon bleu are on the table. The sweet smell of the meat hovering in the air, hitting my nose with its mouth-watering aroma. Carter gestures to the stool and takes a seat. Sitting on the stool, Carter arches an eyebrow at me and points my cordon bleu, telling me to eat. I stab it with my fork, and he waits for my response. The tastes of meat, cheese, and parsley burst in my taste buds, making me moan in bliss. Carter sighs in relief and begins to eat his own food.

After we eat, Carter keeps insisting on how to pay me back. He keeps touching my arms, which sends electrical and shits through my d**k, making it ache painfully. Carter, once again, puts his palm on my arm, trailing it down until it reaches my hand and pokes it. I shut my eyes, restraining myself. I've never felt a lust so strong I can't even control it.

"Oh come on, Theo!" He says, pouting at me. "Just tell me how to pay you back!"

I growl and glare at him, taking steps forward until we are face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin and feet to feet. I lean down and whisper in his ear. "Fine, there's an intimate way you can pay me back."

Then I pull him towards the bedroom without any hesitation.