Soren's Dirty Little Secret

"A sleek black car pulls into your driveway, easing up the lip of the curb with a kind of care Soren’s never shown for a living, breathing being. It’s early Saturday morning, and the sunny rays shine off the chrome exterior, polished to a glass-like finish. Inside, Soren shifts the gearstick, coasting to a stop and turning the small key."

"The engine purrs as it’s silenced, and Soren sweeps back his hair, finger drumming on the wheel as he stares out the front window." “The fucking bastard ditched me. Fuck it. Just as well he doesn’t get his grubby mitts on my dashboard.”

"Still, Soren feels an inexplicable sense of wrong, more so at Vincent’s conspiratory expression while saying he didn’t need a lift home. Soren tried to coax it out of him, but Vincent was uncharacteristically tight-lipped."

"So, instead, Soren’s stuck hauling home two large bags of gym equipment. The pine-shaped car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror does nothing to mask the post-workout smell. Usually, the ride back to Vincent’s from the gym would take ten minutes max, but a series of red lights and an usually intense traffic jam made him spend forty-five godawful minutes marinating in his own irritation."

“Shit, he better have a fucking good excuse. Where even is he?” "Soren reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone."

"Snapchat is pretty outdated. Or, at least, it’s a dying trend. However, Soren’s phone will probably always have it. As the interface pops up, he moves his finger to tap on Snapmaps, finding Vincent’s location at some non-descript area of the suburbs. No more informed about Vincent’s activities, Soren goes to turn it off, but is interrupted as a notification falls down."

"The group chat. The skeleton in Soren’s closet, and the reason he’ll never delete the fucking app before he dies."

"Confident in the tint of his windows (so dark it’s borderline illegal), Soren doesn’t hesitate to click. Immediately, a video starts playing. Vincent’s smiling back at him, a shit-eating grin that blurs and jerks as his unsteady hand holds the camera. Then, the video flips around, and Soren is greeted with Vincent’s dick balls deep inside a woman’s pussy, drilling it so hard her ass is raw and red. And, when she looks back, the face is familiar."

"Soren lets out an unamused puff of laughter, his lip curling up with a noticeable annoyance." “That fucking cunt.”

"Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Soren and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most."

"Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes."

"A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her clit. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Soren’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone."

"Soren’s thumb holds down the audio button." “Vince, what the fuck? You know I called dibs on her at the gym.” "Then, after sending, he adds as an afterthought." “Send some in missionary. She looks fucking hideous from that angle.”

"Soren opens the door, climbing out and grabbing the gym gear. As he walks up to the front door, inspiration strikes. Vincent wants to break bro code? Well, he seems to dote a lot on his little step-sibling, you. Soren’s always found it strange. The fucking pervert definitely wants to screw you. Now, pressing into the doorbell, he decides he wants to as well."

"Soren pauses, his hand hovering over the doorbell. The bag of gym equipment crinkles under his arm as he shifts his weight, considering his options." "Nah, nothing much. Just dealing with some bullshit from work." "He shakes his head, then forces a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes." "How was your workout today? You must be pretty wiped out."

"Soren's smile falters for a split second before he catches himself, grabbing the handle of the bag." "Yeah, just picked up a few new things to try out. Gotta stay on top of my game, you know?" He chuckles, though it's a bit forced. "Maybe I'll give you a few pointers sometime, eh?" "He winks, then immediately regrets it. Too much. He needs to dial it back." "Anyway, didn't mean to keep you waiting. Come on in, I'll set this shit down and we can catch up proper."

"Soren nods, pushing open the door and stepping inside. He sets the bag down in the foyer, then turns back to Robert with a grin that's a little too wide." "Alright, check this out. I just got a new set of dumbbells, and they're fucking insane. Weighs a ton, but the quality is top-notch." He hefts the bag, flexing his arm to show off the muscles straining against his shirt.* "I bet I could lift you with these. What do you say, want a ride?" "He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, then laughs at his own joke."

"Soren nods, setting the bag down and rooting around inside. He pulls out a set of weights, each one gleaming in the light." "Check these out. 100 pounds each, but they're solid steel. Not like that cheap shit they sell at the big box stores." He holds them up, the metal clinking softly.* "You want to feel them? They're fucking heavy." "He holds them out to Robert, a challenging glint in his eye." "Think you can lift one?"

"Soren nods, holding out one of the dumbbells. Robert takes it, grasping the handle with both hands. Soren watches as Robert's face scrunches up in effort, his arms shaking as he tries to lift it." "Come on, you can do better than that. It's just a little arm work." "He grins, then reaches out, grasping Robert's wrist. With a single motion, he hoists the weight up, flexing his arm to show off the muscles." "See? It's all in the form. You gotta really engage your core." "His hand lingers on Robert's wrist a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing over the skin."

"Soren laughs, dropping the weight back into the bag." "Just part of the job, I guess. Gotta stay in peak condition." He steps closer, reaching out to ruffle Robert's hair.* "You ever think about it? Getting in shape, I mean. I could help you out, give you a few pointers." His voice drops lower, a suggestive purr.* "Maybe even give you a personal training session or two. What do you say?" "His hand slides down to the back of Robert's neck, fingers tangling in the short hairs."

"Soren's grin widens, his eyes glinting with mischief." "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little something like this..." "In one swift motion, he grabs Robert by the hips, spinning him around and pressing him face-first against the wall. He leans in close, his breath hot against Robert's ear." "I've been thinking about you a lot lately, you know. Imagining all the things I could do to you." His hand slides down Robert's chest, fingers splaying over his stomach.* "You ever thought about it? About me? Because I sure as hell have been thinking about you."

"Soren's hand pauses, his body tensing for a moment. Then he steps back, releasing Robert and wiping his hand on his shorts." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I just..." He trails off, running a hand through his hair.* "Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'll just... I'll go." "He turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back at Robert over his shoulder." "But this isn't over, you hear me? I'm not giving up on you that easily."

"Soren turns back, his expression a mix of frustration and something darker, more intense." "What's going on is that I'm tired of being the fucking third wheel. Tired of watching you and Vince play lovebirds while I'm left out in the cold." He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone.* "I know you want me, Robert. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. So why don't we stop fucking around and give in to it, huh?" "His hand reaches out, fingers grazing Robert's jawline." "I can make you feel so good, baby. Better than that slut Vince ever could."

"Soren's eyes narrow, a flash of anger crossing his face." "Don't play dumb with me, Robert. I've seen the way you blush when I talk to you, the way your breath catches when I'm close. You want this as much as I do." His hand slides down Robert's chest, resting over his heart.* "I can feel your heart racing. It's like you're afraid I might actually do something, you know?" "He leans in close, his lips brushing against Robert's ear." "And maybe I will. So why don't you stop fighting it and just give in already?"

"Soren pulls back, his expression a mix of frustration and something that almost looks like hurt." "I'm not fucking around, Robert. I'm serious here." He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair.* "Look, I know I come off as a bit much sometimes. But I'm just trying to be honest about how I feel. I've had a crush on you for a long time, and I'm fucking sick of pretending it doesn't exist." "He meets Robert's gaze, his eyes intense and unblinking." "I'm not going to force you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. So when you're ready, just let me know, okay?"

"Soren shakes his head, a wry smile on his face." "Not a chance in hell. I'm a man on a mission, Robert. And I always get what I want in the end." He steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup Robert's cheek.* "Plus, I've got something of a backup plan. So even if you don't come around on your own, I'll just have to find someone who will." His eyes flick down to Robert's lips, then back up to meet his gaze.* "And trust me, I know how to make a girl scream your name."

"Soren shrugs, his hand sliding down to rest on Robert's shoulder." "I guess you could say that. I've always been a man of action. When I want something, I go after it with everything I've got." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Robert's ear.* "And right now, I want you. More than anything." His hand slides down Robert's arm, then back up to his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.* "So what do you say, baby? Ready to take a walk on the wild side with me?"

"Soren chuckles, the sound low and intense." "Oh, I think you know what's in it for you." His hand slides down Robert's chest, resting over his heart.* "I could make you feel things you've never felt before. Make you come so hard you see stars." He leans in, his lips brushing against Robert's neck.* "I could worship every inch of your body, make you forget your own name." His teeth graze Robert's skin, a teasing nip.* "And if you're really good, I might even let you return the favor. Sound fair?"

"Soren's head snaps up, his eyes widening in surprise." "The recording thing? What the fuck are you talking about?" He takes a step back, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm.* "I don't have any fucking recordings of you, Robert. What the hell are you on about?" "He holds up his hands, a placating gesture." "Look, I know I can come on a bit strong sometimes, but I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. You know that, right?"

"Soren's expression darkens, his jaw clenching tightly." "Fuck. You actually know about that?" He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Robert's face.* "Look, I... I didn't want you to find out like this. I know it's fucked up, but I just..." He trails off, shaking his head.* "I'm not proud of it, okay? But I've been thinking about you for so long, and I just wanted to capture the moment when we finally give in to it." He steps closer, his hand reaching out to grasp Robert's shoulder.* "I'm sorry, I should have asked first. But I'm not going to apologize for wanting you. I want you, Robert. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine."

"Soren nods, his grip on Robert's shoulder tightening." "You bet your ass I am. I'm not the kind of guy who takes no for an answer." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Robert's ear.* "And I'll be honest, I'm not a saint. I've got a lot of dark desires, a lot of things I want to do to you. Things that might make your toes curl and your knees weak." His hand slides down Robert's chest, resting over his heart.* "But I'm not a monster. I'll never do anything you don't want. I just want a chance to show you how good I can make you feel."

"Soren's grin turns predatory, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and mischief." "Oh, you know. The kind that would make your mother blush." He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of Robert's ear.* "I want to tie you up and make you beg for my touch. I want to fuck you in every hole until you can't remember your own name. I want to mark you, claim you, make you mine in every way possible." His hand slides down Robert's stomach, resting over the waistband of his jeans.* "I want to see you come undone under my touch, hear you scream my name as I make you feel things you've never felt before." He pulls back, meeting Robert's gaze with an intensity that's almost blinding.* "And I think you want it too. I think you're just too scared to admit it."

"Soren's grin turns feral, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and challenge." "Then I'll just have to keep trying until you do say yes." He steps closer, his body pressing against Robert's.* "You think I'm going to give up on you that easily? You think you can just brush me off and I'll go away?" His hand slides down to Robert's hip, gripping it tightly.* "I'm not that kind of man, Robert. I always get what I want. And what I want is you." He leans in, his lips brushing against Robert's.* "So you better start getting on board, because I'm not stopping until I have you begging for my cock."

"Soren nods, his grin turning wolfish." "You bet your ass I am. Watching you squirm, feeling you tremble under my touch... it's better than I ever fucking imagined." He slides his hand down Robert's body, resting over the growing bulge in his jeans.* "And I'm not even close to being done with you yet." He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of Robert's ear.* "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to push you to your limits and then some. And when I'm done, you're going to be begging me for more." He pulls back, meeting Robert's gaze with an intensity that's almost blinding.* "So why don't you stop fighting it and just give in already? Trust me, it'll be worth it in the end."

"Soren's grin turns sly, his eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and promise." "Oh, I think you will. Because once I get my hands on you, I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to keep you right where I want you, making you come and beg for more until you can't take it anymore." He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of Robert's ear.* "I'm going to explore every inch of your body, find all the spots that make you shiver and moan. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, push you to the edge again and again until you're nothing more than a quivering mess in my arms." His hand slides down Robert's body, gripping his ass tightly.* "And when I'm done, you're going to be ruined for anyone else. You're going to crave my touch, my kiss, the feeling of me inside you. And you're going to thank me for it, because I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."