A/N: This chapter contains some more mature content. I will indicate where it starts with ------------------------ and indicate where it ends with ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so if you want to skip this section you can.

Arthur Sakho

There was an annoying ringing from somewhere. Didn't it know I wanted to sleep? I rolled over to my side without opening my eyes and waited for the ringing to stop. It did eventually. I was almost asleep again feeling warm, comfortable and safe when the ringing started again.

I shifted so I was facing the direction the ringing sound came from. I reached out - my eyes still closed - to find the phone making the noise, but my hand met empty space where my night stand usually was. And now that I was slightly more awake, but still with my eyes closed, I realized the ringing sounded like it was coming from an adjacent room and not right next to me.

I opened my eyes. It was bright. Panic washed through me when I saw a room I had never been in. I started to roll out of the bed, but a strong arm tightened around my waist. Trevon. I turned slightly to look at him. I wasn't sure if he was still sleeping or if he was just being stubborn and keeping his eyes closed.

Sunlight streamed through his large windows.

"I think that's your phone ringing," I said.

He grumbled something unintelligible and his arm tightened around me even more pulling me close to him.

I turned to fully face him. I tapped his forehead lightly. "Trevon." He didn't move. "Tall, dark and handsome." No response. The phone stopped ringing, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, it started up again.

"Sweetie."

"Hmm," he mumbled.

"This is the third time your phone has rang. What if it's an emergency?"

He sighed heavily against me and shifted so he was no longer holding me, but he made no move to get off the bed. I sighed and threw the covers off me so they were all on him. I walked into the living room. His phone sat on the coffee table. I picked it up and looked at the caller I.D.

Alice.

My fingers tingled and my chest burned with sudden anger. I walked back into his room and threw his phone at him. Similar memories of betrayal brought back old emotions.

"You said you broke up with her."

Now his eyes opened. "What? I did break up with her." He picked up his phone and looked at the caller I.D. "I don't know why she's calling."

I grabbed my pants and quickly put them on without looking at him. The phone stopped ringing. He just sat there on the bed and watched me. The phone started ringing again. I found out once before that I was dating a cheater and I wasn't going to go through that again. I turned to leave the room.

"Wait, Arthur."

I kept walking.

"Arthur!" There was a loud thump behind me and Trevon's hand wrapped around my ankle.

I looked down at him tangled in the blankets on the floor at my feet.

"Please," he said. "Don't leave yet. I promise, I broke up with her. Just wait."

He answered the call and put it on speaker.

"There you are, baby," Alice's bright voice said. Sure, he broke up with her. I didn't believe that for a second. I tried to walk away, but his grip around my ankle tightened.

"I told you not to call me that," Trevon said. "Why are you calling me? I told you last night I was breaking up with you."

"Stop teasing me with that," she said.

Wait...he had broken up with her?

"We broke up," Trevon said. "Don't call me again."

"Oh please," she said. "I know you don't mean it. Open your door. I brought you breakfast."

His dark eyes looked up at me scared and uncertain. I sighed. The girl was so dense she didn't know what was happening. I knew how to handle it. I leaned down and pried Trevon's fingers off my ankle. Then I walked into the living room while taking off my pants and my shirt. I tossed them so they would be visible from the front door. I heard him scramble after me, but he didn't move beyond the couch.

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I opened the door. Alice's expression changed from a smile to shock as she looked me up and down.

"If he says he broke up with you then he broke up with you," I said. "And don't accuse me of stealing him from you. I came last night after he broke up with you, not before." I took the top takeout box out of her hands, but left her the bottom one because I was a nice person. "Thanks for breakfast. Don't bother us again." I shut the door in her face.

I turned to see Trevon staring at me with lust filled eyes from behind the couch.

"You are so hot right now," he whispered.

I smirked. "I know."

He leapt over the couch, but lost his balance on the landing. I took those few remaining steps to steady him in my arms careful not to drop or tip the takeout box.

"You really are clumsy," I said.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and crushed his lips to mine. I placed a hand on his shoulder while the other held the takeout box away from us carefully. I loved his lips. I loved how they felt against mine. I loved the warmth, the heat. I loved how they moulded so perfectly with mine. His tongue ran along my lips. My tongue darted out to meet his. They swirled together, wet and delicious and...

I pulled away. It was getting a little too heated.

"Breakfast," I whispered. I slipped from his grasp and walked passed him towards the kitchen.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my back into his chest.

"Does this count as the second date?" His voice was low and husky. His hard on poked me from behind. It awakened my own.

I stepped away from him and took his hand in my free hand. I pulled him into the kitchen and put the takeout box on the kitchen island. When I turned to look at him, I couldn't help myself and my eyes drifted to the large bulge in his maroon boxers.

"Shower?" I asked. He turned and led the way back into his bedroom still holding my hand. We walked passed the bed to a closed door by his dresser. He opened it and pulled me inside the bathroom. His shower was enclosed with glass. I imagined all the times I could watch him take a shower through the glass - rubbing his hands all over his sculpted body.

He looked down at me with a dark brow raised in question. I closed the small distance between us and kissed him. My fingers caressed the curls on the back of his head. His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. His hard on was pressed against me as mine was against him. His kisses moved away from my mouth, trailed down my neck. I tilted my head back enjoying the feel of his wet lips on me. His hands shifted down my back over the curves of my butt and squeezed.

"Shower," I demanded. His lips came back to mine and I felt him smile.

"Does this count as the second date?" he asked.

I pulled away to look into his deep eyes. "I don't know," I said.

He nodded as his fingers began to play with the waistband of my boxer briefs.

"Then," he said in that lower husky voice, "do you want to get in the shower and jerk each other off?"

I nodded as my voice was suddenly gone. Wasn't that what I had been saying all along?

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He didn't waste any time in sliding my boxer briefs down exposing my raging hard on. His eyes lingered on it before his long fingers reached out to caress it. I moaned and leaned into him. My fingers trailed down his muscled chest, over his six pack until I reached the waistband of his boxers. I pulled his boxers off as fast as I could. He was big. Really big. He didn't allow me too much time to look at it as he crushed his lips to mine with such force it caused me to back into the wall behind us. Our lips mingled, our tongues swirled, our hard ons bare against each other.

"Shower," I muttered breathlessly.

His hands grabbed the back of my upper thighs as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around him. Our lips never parted. He took me into the shower. I reached over and turned on the water as his hands were occupied with kneading the back of my thighs. Freezing cold washed over both of us. It caused our lips to finally part as I clung to his warm neck instead.

He chuckled low at my shivering movements and adjusted the temperature to something more bearable. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist so I stood in front of him. I began to run my fingers lightly over his hard on. He made a noise in pleasure, but it almost came out as a growl. It was such a turn on. Not that I needed anymore help with that.

His hand began to stroke and pump me. The currents tingled through me and I was suddenly weak. I leaned on him so my head was buried in the crook of his neck. His arm wrapped around my waist to steady me as his other hand continued to pump.

I hadn't forgotten what I was doing as my fingers continued to play with his hard on. He made that low growling sound again. I loved it so much I nipped his neck. My tongue darted out to lick the spot I had just playfully bit. My hand finally wrapped around him and began to pump as he jerked me. The water made little rivulets on his dark skin. I licked him again.

I groaned and panted against the safety of his neck. His pumping became more vigorous. My body froze as I climaxed. My cum was all over his stomach. His hard on was hot in my hand and I began to jerk him off once again. I nipped his shoulder and that was when he released on me.

We breathed heavy against each other for several moments while the water slid over our bodies.

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"Your my first male experience," he said.

I leaned away slightly so I could look into his face. "You've never done anything like this with a man before?" I asked surprised. He was good at it.

He shook his head. "I've never told anyone I am bi," he said.

"Really? But you were so obvious about it with me and Alice."

He smiled. "I must really like you."

I smiled at this, but my smile quickly faded away when I remembered my previous relationships. "Are you going to hide that you are bi? Are you going to hide me? Because I won't do that."

His smile changed into a smirk. He reached passed me for the soap and began to lather himself up. I got lost for a moment watching the little soap bubbles over his exquisite body.

"No," he said. "I don't have any intention of hiding you away. I'll tell my friends and family." He said it as if it was no big deal, but I knew differently. Even if he knew they would accept it, it was still daunting.

"Good," I said. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. I wiggled a little to get the soap bubbles that were lathered on him lathered on me.

"Careful," he said, "unless you want to go another round."

"That wouldn't be bad," I said, "but I am hungry and there is a free breakfast in your kitchen I want to eat."