"Want another drink?" the perky bartender questioned as she eyed me with a flirtatious smile.

"Nah, I'm good." I lazily replied and drank the last of my beer.

I got up from my seat and walked towards Frankie who was chatting with some biker guys.

A part of me still had hate towards bikers since the stabbing incident but I ignored that hatred and kept walking towards them.

They didn't intimidate nor scare me.

"Oh there he is! This is my good friend Royce." Frankie shouted and pointed at me.

He placed his arm over my shoulder and expected me to greet the group of drunk biker guys.

But I didn't.

"He's a bit serious but I promise he's more talkative when he's drunk." Frankie apologized with a chuckle.

The guys laughed but all I did was glare at all of them.

Why the hell was I here again?

My phone vibrated making me remember right away...

Turns out the girl that claimed I got her pregnant finally admitted that I really wasn't her baby daddy. She just wanted me to believe it so I would marry her and raise her child as my own.

I was so upset about the whole situation but it upset me even more when nobody would believe me that I wasn't the babydaddy.

My dad and Pablo didn't waste any time to encourage me to go to school just for the damn kid.

They would say stupid crap like 'think about your child's future' or 'you're going to be a hero to your baby if he sees you working hard'

Even Angela started to gush all over buying baby clothes and what the child's name would be. It's like whatever I said they would ignore and just assume I was actually becoming a father.

The brat at one point also began to ignore and stay away from me. It was all too much for me not to try and hit something so I just left.

Once they found out it was all a lie they felt a sense of guilt and now have been trying to call and text me to make me come back home.

But I was still mad and I didn't want to be near them...not even the brat.

His rejection was the worst for me.

"Loosen up, Royce. Want another beer or something?" Frankie stated with a drunk smile.

"Nah, I just want to sleep right now." I replied, feeling drained.

"What a lightweight." one of the biker guys joked to Frankie causing me to glare at him.

"Say it to my face bitch." I told him seriously.

The guy looked almost surprised at my comment but then laughed like it was the best joke he has ever heard.

"Calm down pretty boy. Go back home to your baby mama." he laughed out causing me to look at Frankie right away.

His face showed nothing but guilt and shame. How could he tell my problems to a bunch of strangers like that?

I actually trusted him...

My mistake.

"Royce, it slipped out I promise!" Frankie tried to make me understand and put his hands on me.

I pushed him away and held myself back from punching him.

"Hey man calm down! It's not his fault you got baby mama issues." the same biker guy exclaimed and had the courage to push me away from Frankie.

I didn't miss a second to let my fist hit the side of his ugly face. He stumbled back a little causing me to grab his head and lift my leg up causing my knee to collide with his face.

He fell to the ground and I couldn't recognize his face from all the thick blood gushing out of his mouth and broken nose.

"Royce!" Frankie shouted as I started to leave the stupid bar.

I left and was glad it was dark outside. I didn't know this town very well since Frankie was the one who drove us here but I didn't care.

I wanted to get away from all my problems by agreeing to visit one of Frankie's friend for a couple of days was not worth it.

"Royce stop!" I heard Frankie yell once I made crossed a couple of streets. I turned around once he grabbed my arm.

"Don't fucking touch me or I swear I'll leave you like your little biker friend." I calmy threatened and could see the puff of air leaving my mouth because of the cold air.

"I'm sorry, Royce. I really am! Please just come back to Erik's house and we'll talk." Frankie insisted with a sad expression.

I yanked my arm from his hold and looked him right in the eyes. I stood in front of him to the point where our noses almost touched. A flash of fear passed through his eyes as I stayed silent.

"Fuck your apology. I want nothing to do with you. I trusted you with my personal life and you go off to tell the whole fucking world, so you know what? Go ahead and shove that apology up your sorry ass." I stated then quickly walked away before I let my fist do the talking.

I didn't hear him follow me after that which made me glad. I didn't even bother to turn around to see his reaction.

I don't know for how long I walked or where exactly I was going and I also didn't know what led me to a lonely hotel.

I paid for a room and was not surpised to see how crappy a two hundred room was. I sighed and took off my shoes and didn't bother to even touch the nasty looking bed.

Instead I got inside the small shower and stood under the hot water for almost two hours. I placed my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

I opened my tired eyes and looked down at my badly bruised knuckles. The urge to punch the wall was getting the best of me so that's what I did until my knuckles started to bleed.

The water going down the drain turned a light pink as the gashes in my knuckles kept bleeding out.

"Why can't I fucking feel pain.." I angrily said through gritted teeth and kept hitting the wall until my arm cramped.

A part of me wanted to cry so bad and let out all of my emotions but I couldn't..no matter how much I tried.

I quickly rinsed off my bloody hand and got out of the shower. I lightly dried myself off with the pale looking towel and wrapped a lot of toilet paper around my bleeding knuckles.

I put my clothes back on and checked the time. It was 2:35 a.m and I knew I wasn't going to get any rest soon so I left my room and went to the small bar they had downstairs.

This hotel was probably the definition of cheap and dirty. The maides looked miserable and the walls didn't look any better.

"Oh sorry!" a light voice apologized when I was suddenly pushed.

I turned around and saw a girl maybe a couple of years older than me holding a drink. She had short black hair and probably had some of the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.

However, she didn't compare to the annoying brat that now claimed my mind and heart..

"Don't be sorry, just watch where you're going next time." I replied to the girl and passed by her.

"Not rude at all." I heard the girl mumble causing me to chuckle and stop walking.

"Not a perfect plan to pour your drink on me just to get my attention." I stated with crossed arms and a smirk.

She blushed a little and shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying, right?" she replied.

I shrugged as well and agreed with her. "I guess not." I said and ran my fingers through my damp hair.

"So can I know your name?" she questioned with a bit of hope in her voice.

"Royce." I simply replied causing her to stay quiet for a couple of seconds before letting out a giggle.

"Thanks for asking, my name is Clarice." she said and rolled her eyes.

I couldn't help but smile at her sassy attitude and nodded in understanding.

"Well I'm leaving now so see you around." I told Clarice before starting to walk away again.

"Wait, are you going to the bar downstairs?" she questioned.

I nodded, "They have horrible liquor that's why I bought some of my own. Want to come to my room for a drink?" Clarice kindly offered.

"Why not." I replied and followed her to her room. It looked almost similar to mine except she had a suitcase by her door.

She poured me some vodka in a plastic cup and handed it to me then got some for herself. We sat in silence as we slowly sipped our drink.

It was awkward but it was definitely better than being alone in my dirty room with no alcohol.

After a couple more drinks, Clarice and I started to talk about why we were both in this lousey hotel and other personal things.

She was a traveler and enjoyed going to different places which was why she was here. She didn't like spending money on expencive hotels.

It made sense..I guess.

Feeling a bit drunk I decided to finally go back to my own room. Plus, Clarice was getting very touchy and I knew what she wanted once she tried to kiss my neck.

"Goodnight." I said and threw empty cup away. I felt arms wrap around my waist that tugged me towards the bed.

I sat in the corner and had Clarice standing between my legs in less than a second. She tried kissing my mouth and I could tell she was beyond drunk and had no idea what she was doing.

So I gently pushed her away and stood up. "Get some rest." I told her seriously as I tried to help her into bed.

"C'mon Royce let's have sex..." she whined like a child and ran her hand up my shirt.

"I would be taking advantage of you if we had sex." I replied honestly. "Your mind is not in the right place plus I'm already taken."

She whined louder into her pillow and started to undress making me groan in irritation. It was no lie that my body was reacting to seeing her so exposed and ready for me but I just couldn't do it..

I left her room and rushed to mine. I grabbed my jacket and quickly left the hotel all together.

I went to the closest bus stop and knew there was no way one would pass at this time. It was 3:30 a.m.

So I found a taxi and told him I would pay him double if he took me home. He reluctantly agreed and almost an hour passed before I finally saw the familiar house I called 'home'...

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I handed the driver his money and decided not to knock on the front door. I didn't want to be lectured by my dad or Pablo. So instead I climbed the side of the house that led to the brat's room and knocked on his window.

The cold air was biting at my skin causing me to almost break down the damn glass just so the brat could hear me.

Finally a sleepy boy opened it and I rushed in like my life depended on it.

"Royce?" the brat questioned and embraced me in a tight hug causing me to wrap my arms around him.

I didn't realize how much I missed him..I was only gone for three days..

"I thought something bad happened to you and we tried calling you bu-" he started to sob into my chest making me place my hand over his mouth.

"Please shut up." I try to say as kind as possible.

He nodded and I removed my hand from his mouth. I took off my jacket and shoes along with my shirt and jeans.

Chris watched me and I could see his eyes slowly traveling all over my body. His obvious bulge was clear in his thin pajama bottoms making me lick my lips.

I approached him and didn't hesitate to kiss his lips. I placed my mouth on his and just enjoyed the feeling.

I led him back into his bed and placed the blanket over us. He cuddled into my side causing me to still feel how hard he got just by looking at my exposed body.

I teasingly rubbed my hand over his bulge and received a whimper from him. I continued my actions since he didn't stop me and slipped my hand into his boxer briefs.

One thing led to another and we were now both naked under his blanket desperately kissing eachother.

I could tell right away the brat wasn't a virgin just by how much he enjoyed it when I started to slowly finger him. By the second finger he was basically doing all the work.

I worked my hand on my own hard on and almost came just at the sight of him looking so amazing.

His hair was messy and his eyes were shut closed as he kept licking his lips. I wanted to fuck him so hard into the mattress that at the moment I didn't even care if our parents heard his moans and whimpers.

"Do you have any lube?" I questioned.

He reached into his drawer and took out a small bottle. He handed it to me with a light blush.

I kissed his cheek at how shy he was and then poured some on to my palm and spread it all over my hard shaft.

The brat watched and nervously nibbled on his bottom lip. "You're acting like you've never done this before." I teased and dropped the bottle of lube beside the bed.

"I haven't..." Chris anxiously replied and looked down at his hands.

I stopped jerking myself off and stared at him for a couple of seconds. "Really? So fingering is as far as you've gotten with somebody?" I questioned.

He nodded causing me to kiss his forehead. "That makes me happy." I told him honestly. "I want to be your first and last.." I whispered in his ear and placed open mouth kisses on his neck down to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of him. I bit and sucked on his lips until they were a nice red color then gently spread his legs open.

I distracted him as best as I could by sucking love bites into his chest as I slowly put the tip of my cock inside of his wet hole.

His hold tightened around my neck the more I kept pushing in. He whimpered into my neck and I almost came inside him when the pleasure was just too good to be true.

He was still so tight even though I fingered him open and the heat wrapping around my cock just made me want to thrust into him without mercy.

I wanted to cum inside him over and over again until his little hole was dripping with my semen.

I stopped once I was fully inside of him and waited for him to adjust and get comfortable.

Once he gave me the sign I pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in. We both moaned but tried to stay quiet.

The bed squeaked a little with every thrust and the only noise being made was the brat's small pants and moans.

His nails dug into my shoulder blades the harder my thrusts became. I couldn't help but claim and mark him as mine.

We stared at eachother and I don't know how we ended up holding hands.

The feelings I felt for the brat were showing just by the way I didn't consider this typical sex but making love ..

"R-Royce..." Chris whimpered as I pressed my body on him to make his cock rub against our sweaty bodies.

A couple more thrusts and he was cumming in between us while I filled him with everything I had. The brat smiled once he felt me cum inside him.

"Why are you smiling?" I questioned and gently pulled out.

I layed beside him and tried to breath properly. "Because I'm finally yours.." I heard him whisper as he didn't move like he wanted to enjoy the feeling as long as possible.

I pulled him close to me and softly kissed his bruised lips. "You've been mine since the day you moved in here and I caught you staring at me with those innocent eyes..." I whispered back to him.

The way the brat's eyes shined bright with so much love made me realize that he was actually the one with the prettiest eyes I've ever seen...