Be My Boyfriend
Liam's mind was a storm. He had woken to the news that his father had summoned Ben—a situation he knew Ben could handle, yet it left him feeling untethered. For eight hours, he had been a prisoner of his own phone, staring at the screen with a hunger he hated. He wanted a sign from Jeff, a text, a missed call—anything to break the silence.
"Gosh, he's in my head," Liam muttered, pacing his room. He found himself scrolling through Jeff's social media, staring at professional headshots and candid clips just to see his face.
The silence was finally broken, but not by the person he wanted. A text from Tasha flashed on the screen:
Tasha: Liam, I'm done with you. Don't text or call me ever again!!! 😡💢
"Whatever," Liam sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed. But a second later, reality crashed down. Fuck. She broke up with me. If the alliance fails, Dad will kill me. Panic surged. He dialed Tasha repeatedly, but she ignored every call. Driven by a desperate need to fix the unfixable, Liam dressed in a blur and raced to her house.
"Where is she?" he barked at the gate guards.
"She just left, sir. A red car picked her up," one guard whispered.
Red. Jeff.
Liam pulled up the tracker he'd secretly placed on Tasha's phone and tore off into the city. He found them at a secluded bar. Tasha was leaning into Jeff's shoulder, her face tear-stained.
"Tasha!" Liam's voice cracked through the air.
"Liam? How did you find me?" Tasha stood up, her eyes narrowing. "It doesn't matter. I want to be with Jeff now since you couldn't even bother to reply to my breakup."
Jeff looked caught between them. "Liam, it's not what you think, I was just—"
"Jeff, shut up!" Tasha snapped. "Why are you explaining anything to this ingrate? You want me, I want you. Liam is just a confused psychopath."
The word hit Liam like a physical blow. He turned, his heart cold, and bolted for his car. Jeff was hot on his heels, catching him before he could reach the door.
"Liam, wait! Let me explain!"
"Leave me alone! Why do you care? It's not like we have anything going on. Go back to her!"
Jeff didn't argue. He grabbed Liam's arm and dragged him toward the back of the building, into the shadows of a quiet hallway near the restrooms. He pinned Liam against the wall, his hands braced above Liam's head.
"Let me go, Jeff," Liam breathed, though his body was already betraying him, leaning into the warmth.
"Listen to me. Tasha called me crying. She said she broke up with you and had nobody. I told her I'd listen, but she couldn't drive, so I sent someone to get her. That's it."
"Oh, so you have time for her? But you couldn't call me for a week? Shit, Jeff!"
"I'm sorry. I was trying to figure out how to say what I needed to say."
"You've got nothing to say to me. Now excuse m—"
Jeff silenced him with a kiss. It was soft at first, an apology in motion. "I'm sorry, baby," Jeff whispered against his lips. "I'm sorry you feel this way."
"Jeff, you're crossing a line... you have no right to kiss m—"
Jeff kissed him again, this time with a rough, desperate passion that pulled the air from Liam's lungs.
"Ahhh!" A scream erupted from the end of the hall. Tasha stood there, her phone raised, filming them with a look of pure malice. "So it's Liam you want, not me?"
Liam broke away, his face pale, and ran for his car. He drove until his hands shook too hard to hold the wheel, stopping midway home. His phone chimed.
Tasha: Hi Liam, Now I've got you where I need you. No more running. You do what I say now.
Then a message from Jeff:
Jeff: Liam, please be careful. Don't worry, I'll handle Tasha.
Then his father:
Dad: Liam, do not miss the meeting tomorrow night.
And Ben:
Ben: I'm with your father. We're sorting things out. I'll be home soon. Sorry, sir.
Rage, pure and blinding, took over. Liam let out a scream and threw his phone out the window, watching it sink into the dark waters of the canal. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel until his knuckles bruised, then drove home in a deathly silence.
The Union
Liam retreated to his room, stripping down to his silk robe, his mind spinning toward a breakdown. A knock came at the door.
"Get out!" Liam screamed.
The knocking persisted until Liam threw the door open, ready to strike. It was Jeff. Without a word, Jeff pushed him back into the room, kicking the door shut. He grabbed Liam, kissing him with a hunger that was almost violent.
Liam tried to fight it for all of five seconds before his hands tangled in Jeff's hair, pulling him closer. They stumbled toward the bed, breathless and tangled. Jeff lifted him, Liam's legs locking around Jeff's waist as Jeff moved to his neck, marking the pale skin of his collarbone.
"We shouldn't... Jeff, we shouldn't..." Liam moaned, his head falling back.
"Then tell me to stop," Jeff challenged, his voice a low growl.
"We aren't even dating... I mean..."
Jeff pulled back, looking Liam directly in the eyes. "Then date me. Be my boyfriend, Liam."
"What? That's not possible, you know the world I live in—"
"I know nothing but this," Jeff said, silencing him with another kiss.
Jeff moved with a worshipful intensity. He shed his shirt, his eyes roaming over Liam's frame. He moved from Liam's neck to his chest, his hands teasing and gentle.
"Shit... Jeff," Liam gasped as Jeff's lips traced down his stomach.
Liam reached down, his fingers fumbling with the button of Jeff's jeans. He needed this. He needed the distraction, the heat, the reality of Jeff. As they moved together, Liam whispered a soft confession. "Jeff, stop for a second... I've never done this before."
Jeff paused, looking up with a softened expression. "I won't judge you, Liam. Never."
"I didn't say stop," Liam murmured, pulling him back down. "I just wanted you to know."
The room fell away, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the friction of skin. Jeff moved with a careful, protective aggression, ensuring Liam was with him every step of the way. When Jeff finally slide home, Liam cried out, his fingers digging into Jeff's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry," Jeff whispered, kissing away the tension.
"Don't stop," Liam urged. "Don't you dare stop."
They found their rhythm—a frantic, beautiful collision that ended in a shared, breathless peak. Afterward, they lay entwined in the tangled sheets, the silence of the room finally feeling peaceful.
"Are you okay?" Jeff whispered, stroking Liam's hair.
"How can I be? You nearly killed me," Liam joked weakly, though he curled closer into Jeff's chest.
"I'm sorry about Tasha, Liam. It's my fault she has that video."
"Let her post it," Liam sighed, his voice thick with sleep. "For all I care... though my dad might actually kill me."
"He won't touch a hair on your head. I promise."
"Do you even know my dad?"
"No," Jeff smiled, kissing Liam's forehead. "But soon enough, he'll have to meet his future son-in-law."
"In your dreams," Liam murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.
Within minutes, Liam was sound asleep, curled into Jeff like he had been searching for this sanctuary his entire life. Jeff held him tighter, watching the rise and fall of his chest.
"I've bagged myself a handful," Jeff whispered to the quiet room, "but he's mine."
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