I still don't understand why Chris felt it was okay to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre while he ate. He was chomping down on the shrimp and pasta as I expected he would. I remember him saying he liked my lasagna and I wanted to make him something he'd enjoyed. It was still the afternoon and I wasn't going to eat until later.

He looked at the screen while trying to stuff his mouth. He would slightly miss and get a little of the sauce on his lips. I slightly smiled looking at him being hyper focus sitting crisscross on the couch. I was just hoping he didn't get any food on the floor.

He finished it in record time leaving the room to probably go get a third or wash off the plate. It gave me small time to think about how I reacted towards him in the kitchen. When he asked me all those questions they just took me back to what I did. It's something that sticks with me forever and probably the main reason why I can't let anyone in. However, I knew he just wanted to know and he didn't deserve my coldness.

He answered all my questions even when I knew he didn't want to. I smiled thinking about how he wanted kids. I wanted one too but I was still on the fence about who he wanted to have them with. I know me being a gay man I should understand but I still had questions. I won't ask them until he gives me a reason to be concerned but they will still be lingering. He walked back in with no plate so I guess he was done eating. He had also cleaned his face up but he sat down on the floor.

I was confused because we were just sitting on the couch together. I just brushed it off and moved myself to the ground. The movie begins to play the fast tempo scary score which meant someone was about to get killed. Chris was back to his hyper focus state now but looked back to smile at me. I moved closer to him and asked, "How was the food?"

"Oh my God," He said rolling his eyes back then turning to me, "It was better than sex."

"Oh, that good?" I asked surprised placing my hand on his thigh. He bit his lip leaning back on his hands and said, "Well maybe not as good."

I leaned forward but he leaned back leaving me confused. He awkwardly said, "I just ate shrimp and pasta which means that I may need a few hours to really digest the food. Unless..."

I wasn't understanding what he was trying to get at but I let him finish, "You want to be the bottom."

My eyes became wide hearing what he was asking me. I let go of the breath I was holding and just laughed. Chris stared at me as I tried to get a hold of myself.

"You could have just said no," He stated but I shook my head to say, "No. You just looked so cute trying to ask me to bottom."

His stare changed into a smile as he leaned in and kissed me. I could taste a hint of the food on his lips as he climbed over me. Wasting no time, I begin to remove his shirt. His chest was on full display and I could see every detail in his tattoos. He smelled like he lathered in honey suckle and soap.

"You smell so good," I complimented, "Smells like you just took a shower."

I raised my arms up as he removed my shirt. He smiled before kissing me again. My back hit the floor as he climbed on top of me, getting in between my legs. I locked them around him so that way we could be closer. Throughout the day I could feel a small bit of tension and I didn't want that with him. Even though my inner insecurities were trying to come through, looking at him always made me feel better.

I could now feel his tongue swirling around on my neck, hitting the sensitive pulse point that caused me to rise. I moaned trying to remember the last time I was a bottom. I liked giving pleasure but it was nice to not have to do much of anything for a change. Chris was making me feel like I was in high school again but he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

He swiftly unbuttoned my pants still nipping at my neck. Then he slid his tongue down slowly, pulling my pants down just enough to expose my erection. I was almost completely naked within minutes. I don't know what kind of wizardry somebody taught him but Chris was no stranger to this. I thought all young guys were supposed to be clumsy and hesitant but Chris was proving me wrong. He must be a rarity because not even some adult men have mastered this type of confidence.

He moved down some more touching my inner thigh. I sat up to pull the rest of my pants off me as he softly kissed me until my navel. I laid back down as he moves his lips over to the scar on my torso. It faded but I still see the outline of it. It was small but the memory associated with it was big. My mind almost drifted to what happened but he kissed me there.

"I like this scar," he said giving it one more kiss, "It shows you aren't as perfect as I thought."

I laughed softly hitting him on his head before he started to kiss me farther down. I prepared myself by taking a deep breath but midway I was really caught off guard.

"Oh fuck," I whispered still having a little air in my throat. I couldn't even look because I was frozen. Let's just say if Chris had hair, my fingers would have a dangerous grip on it. The pre- cum never left my body so fast. I was seeing stars as I felt myself hitting the back of his throat. Who was this kid?

I dared to look up and my eyes locked with his as he continued to suck all the kids I had out of me. Then he released me with a pop and said, "Turn over."

I was confused but I didn't disobey. I knew what was coming so I quickly said, "The condoms and lube are in that desk by the window."

I heard his grin before saying, "Naw it ain't time for that yet but is the lube flavored?"

I nodded shamelessly. I heard his footsteps and turned my head. He went to the desk to get the condoms and lube.

"I thought it wasn't time," I teased him and he laughed, "It's not but I'm not trying to make two trips."

Two trips? For what? I wanted to ask him but then I saw him take off his pants. He was wearing a pair of black and gray plaid boxers that clung a little to his muscular thighs and his bulge looked as big as a softball.

"Damn," was all I could say and he smiled again coming back over. I was still curious as to why I was still on my stomach but then I felt the warm lube hit my butt. It had been a while since I felt this sensation so I just relaxed. I felt Chris's fingers slide through my cheeks and jumped as he moved them over my hole. Then he did it again and again. He was teasing me and I wanted him to just slide right into me.

"Chris just...oh my god!" I whispered grabbing a couch pillow to bite into while my eyes rolled back. His tongue had shut me up as he licked at my hole. I mean I'm pretty sure I was his bitch now. I guess it was him getting me back from the other night because I was literally on the verge of tears. I was so hard I had to rub against the carpet.

Then he dipped his two fingers deep into me still working that magical tongue. I relaxed around them as he stretched me. He pulled on my dick slowly but I stopped him, breathing against my pillow. I heard him laugh before he said, "You good?"

I nodded trying to recollect my thoughts as he slapped my ass. He flipped me back over with an urgency. He stood up and I didn't miss the serious expression on his face as he pulled off his boxers. He was sitting down on his knees and opening the condom. He rolled it on and then lubed himself up. I got a good look at his shaft and he was very well blessed with thickness and length.

Without him even telling me, I spread my legs open and pulled my knees up to my chest. He didn't even smile and that's how I knew I was going to be fucked up. Chris usual gave off a sense of humor every time he was around, so to see him so serious turned me on. He moved closer, placing his tip against my entrance before pushing through. I expected him to just pound me but he was going slow. His hands were on my thighs just waiting for me to relax. He was still pushing through but he wasn't forceful. This relaxed me more knowing that he didn't want to hurt me.

I knew he was all the way in as he came closer. He pushed my legs up a little farther and then he completely changed. The nice and funny Chris had gone. Now I was looking at the Top Chris. I don't know how but within a couple of thrust he had found my prostate.

"Fuck," I moaned as he continued his abuse but he wasn't even pounding me. I was clutching on the bottom of my couch with my legs wide open as my body moved up and down with every thrust. He leaned over, blue eyes locking and he started to pick up speed. I placed one of my hands on his chest, gripping on to him. I was moaning like an Asian porn star and I wasn't even ashamed of myself.

I pulled him down by his neck to kiss me and he stopped thrusting. However, that was only before he started his real abuse. While kissing me, he delivered a thrust so powerful that I couldn't even scream. He pulled the back of my hair gently and continued to deliver the same thrust over and over.

No words were said, just moans and groans. I looked at him and his body. His muscles flexed every time he would thrust and his veins were the sexiest things. He flipped me over unexpectedly, laying my head on the couch while my ass poked out just for him. I breathed into the cushion as he entered me again. I opened my legs a little more and he hit my prostate once again. I looked back and saw he had crossed his arms and was holding me in place by my waist.

I was almost down for the count. My body couldn't take it any more and I had to come. I moved my hand down to my pre- cum soaked dick and finished myself off.

"Oh yes...yes...FUCK!" I screamed into the couch before I exploded on to my carpet. The muscles in my stomach stayed tighten as I shook but Chris was still going. Tears were still coming down my face when he finally came. His grip tightens and I could tell he was trying to keep himself from yelling. He fell on to my back as we both tried to catch our breath.

I couldn't say anything as he slowly pulled out and laid out on my carpet. He begins to chuckle with his semi deep voice being almost hidden by the movie. I got the strength to get up and crawled my way over to him. I made sure to bring my pillow as I lied down next to his spent form. He turned his head to look at me and said, "Did I satisfy you?"

"What do you think?" I answered lightly pushing him. He smiled licking his lips before looking up at the wall. I could tell he was looking at the clock but his smiling face quickly became panicked.

"Oh shit," he said getting up and grabbing his boxers, "You have to take me home. Like now."

I was worried as he rushed to put on his clothes but I laughed as he almost tripped trying to put his pants on.

"What is the rush?" I laughed getting up not being ashamed of my naked glory moving towards him. He stood up and I placed my body against him before sensually asking, "I thought we were going to spend the day together?"

He smiled looking at me up and down only to say, "That's before I figured out what time it was. I have plans now. Now I can come back later and we can continue."

Other plans? He pulled away from me to put on his shirt. I stood there confused and a little hurt. He was going to see someone else. I guess he must really like them because he wants me to take him back home. Then he paused and looked at me again. He said, "Maybe we can't do dinner either because it will probably be kind of late before I come back home. So, I'll just see you at Caleb's party Saturday."

I just nodded but what I heard was we are just casual. I shouldn't care who he is going to see. He is young and he has his options.

"Harry don't make this weird," I told myself as put all my feelings aside and took a breath. I smiled like always, not asking him anything, and calmly said, "Sure, just let me put on my clothes and we can head out."

He smiled slipping on his shoes as I found my shirt and pants. He was practically rushing me and he looked so excited. This must be a really great guy...or girl. God, I hope it's not a girl. I can't compete with boobs.

"Whoa slow down," I said as he ran to the door, "These must be some big plans."

He just smiled, "They are just a little something."

"Oh really," I stated getting the door for him, "Because you are acting like this little something is everything."

He rolled his eyes but was still smiling. Then he skipped down the stairs towards my SUV. He was legit happy and ready for whatever it was. It was hard for me to admit it but I was a little jealous. Who was this person? What makes them so important? I'll never ask because if he wants to tell me, he will. So, for now I'll just nod and make jokes about how goofy he looks when he is happy. Even though I wished that was me making him act like that.

**

After I dropped Chris off, I arrived back home only to find more craziness. Caleb was behind the couch and was holding a nerf gun.

"Hey, close the door," he said crawling over to me. I closed it looking at my brother as if he had finally gone crazy. He jumped up quickly, getting behind me and told me to walk with him but to not move from in front of him.

"What th- "

"Ahah! I got that ass now!" I heard Darrius yell coming from upstairs and from there it was all out nerf war. I was hit with at least 3 of those annoying orange darts before Caleb pushed me out the way to get Darrius, who was running down the stairs to get my brother. Then my brother cornered Darrius and started unloading on him. Once Caleb was out of the darts, his boyfriend then pretended to dramatically die.

"You would kill me bae," He said clutching his chest, "I thought you loved me?"

I rolled my eyes as my brother responded in a deep voice, "Nothing comes between me winning a nerf war D. Not even...the one I love."

Darrius dropped to the floor, twitching with his tongue out until he finally stopped moving. Caleb hung his head and when he pretended to cry obscenely, I knew I had to stop the madness.

"Why can't you guys just be like a normal gay couple," I said as Darrius opened his eyes, "Because I don't think they play silly kid games like nerf war."

Darrius rolled over to get up as he and Caleb shared confused looks. Then Darrius said, "Well then they are boring as hell because nerf war is the best."

They high-five and I rub my head out of irritation before saying, "Just clean this shit up before you fall and break your neck on one."

"Dang," Darrius blurted before Caleb asked, "What's wrong Harry?"

"Nothing," I answered walking away from this conversation but like the kids they were, they followed me.

"There is something wrong," Caleb stated, "Did Chris cancel?"

Hearing his name only brought up the fact that Chris was seeing someone else. Darrius face changed into a perplexed stare as he asked, "My Chris?"

"Yes, your Chris," Caleb answered him, "Did he do something?"

I stopped before going into the kitchen. I mean I was going to have to answer because he would keep asking. I'll just keep it short and sweet. I turned to my curious brother and answered, "We had sex then he left because he had other plans."

"With someone else?" Caleb asked shocked but turning to Darrius he didn't even look remotely phased. He was however uncomfortable to hear about us having sex. I continued, "I don't know. He was just really excited about it but I shouldn't be getting upset. We have an agreement and if he wants to keep his options open I'm fine with that."

Darrius shook his head before stating, "Maybe it's not what you think. He probably promised someone that he would go out before he made the agreement with you. Chris never breaks a promise and he never forgets them either."

"But he promised me today," I told him but knowing Darrius, he was going to stand up for his best friend. He rebutted, "No he promised dinner. He told me and then you showed up unexpected. Not his fault."

I couldn't respond to him and he smiled knowing he had made his point. He placed his hand on my shoulders and said, "Just ask him and if he wants to tell you he will. If not, just take it."

"That's not good advice Darrius," Caleb said and Darrius turned back to say, "I know my friend C. He isn't doing what y'all think he is doing."

"So, you know what he is doing?" I asked folding my arms. He looked between Caleb and I to realize that we were standing in the same stance while glaring him down. He groaned, "Y'all aren't about to brother shake down me. Chris is my brother and whatever secret he tells me to keep, I do it."

He paused letting go of my shoulders and said, "So, with that being said...I think I just head home and chill with Marcus tonight."

"Wh-wh-what!" My brother stuttered stopping Darrius, "Why?"

"I got some homework to do and I haven't really been around the house. Uncle Lawrence wants me to do some chores since this is my only day off since I started working on the weekends now."

He gave Caleb a small peck on his cheek before he turned to me and I couldn't help but to hear the tension in his voice as he said, "I promised him."

He went passed my brother to get his stuff from upstairs as my brother looked at me. I really didn't care what Darrius said about Chris. All I knew was our arrangement and something about his "plans" were suspicious. I guess since he wants to make his plans, I'll make a couple of my own. I pulled out my cell phone and went into my contacts to find the one person I knew could just give me a little distraction.

Caleb hurriedly took my phone away from me and I whined, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Stopping you from making a mistake," he said still holding my phone towards me, "I told you whatever you do will affect my relationship. So, think bef- "

I snatched my phone back and ran right up the stairs. Caleb yelled for me to stop but I was already ahead of him. Once I found that number, all I had to do was click on it. I ran all the way to my room and locked the door behind me. I guess Caleb gave up because I didn't hear him beating down my door. The phone was ringing and then I heard a sexy Dominican voice come through the phone.

"Hello Harry," Alejandro greeted me with his sex me now voice, "You finally decided to call."

"Yea, could I come over?" I asked him. There was a small pause before Alejandro sensual grinned, "That depends...how fast can you get here?"

I bit my lip but deep down I was still feeling a little hurt. Hopefully this distraction could help me get my head on straight again so I can stick to what Chris and I agreed to and not try to rush things. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. As for right now, I'm just thinking with my head because I don't want history to repeat itself. I promised myself that what happened before will never happen again. Not ever.