Chapter 1: Introduction
I sat on my beaten-up couch, my bare feet resting on the cockroach-ridden coffee table. The night was young, but a pill-addled blonde lay snoring on my bed just a few feet away, our one-night stand coming to its designated end. I shifted my laptop a few inches further, willing the Wi-Fi to pick up speed, the blue-tinted porn tab open and waiting.
A knock on the door sobered me, at least partially.
I glanced in the general direction of the intruding sound, wondering just how late it was. Bewilderment gave way to suspicion—who'd come knocking at this hour?
I quietly disentangled myself from the naked woman sleeping peacefully, making sure she'd continue, well, sleeping. Trading my pajama bottoms to cover up the tent in my boxers, I opened the door to reveal a Demi-God.
Tony.
Taller, stronger, and devastatingly handsome, his dark brown hair and deep blue eyes should be illegal.
Broad shoulders in his signature leather jacket, and a mischievous smile. My heart involuntarily pounded faster as the epitome of wet dreams bid me entry into my own apartment.
"Ricky-boy! Been too long!" Boisterous as ever, he squeezed my shoulder tightly, then sauntered toward the beige and smoke-stained armchair near the windows to take a seat.
"Since when do you knock?" I inquired incredulously.
He let out one of his inimitable chuckles, shoulders bouncing with genuine amusement.
"First-time lucky I guess!" He offered my oblivious bedmate a wink, cleverly masking the innuendo in light-hearted teasing.
"So, Ricky, anything new with you?"
Wonderful. Now I needed to Think Of Something To Catch Up My Cousin, Who Seemingly Had His Life On Track—Unlike Moi.
"W-well, my computer science grades jumped recently, I got hold of Marvel's latest behind-the-scenes, and I started practicing yoga. You know, to lessen my reliance on my soon-to-expire health insurance."
My rambling and semi-truthful response earned me a cocked brow.
I glanced nervously at Tony while pretending to rearrange the scattered gadgets on my coffee table.
"Yoga?" He furrowed his brow, eyes gleaming with unspoken curiosity. Then, almost imperceptibly, his mouth curled up in a knowing smirk. "Alright, Ricky-boy. I won't tease you about that. At least not too much."
I let out a short burst of laughter, disguising my relief.
"You know I can't take any serious shit from you, Tony! We're practically twins, bro." I puffed up my chest, a challenging look lingering for a moment while I feigned a resemblance in frame to the Greek God.
Tony regarded me, curiosity set in his eyes. "Tell me a bit more about this yoga thing." He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs, his gaze intensifying.
I examined his sharp, symmetrical features for a pregnant moment before answering.
"Well, you know, it helps me deal with stress, just as much as any other physical activity would. Breathing exercises, chanting, meditation—the whole shebang." I shrugged nonchalantly, brushing it off as no big deal, dismissing the mounting heat creeping up my neck and threatening to expose the real reason behind my newfound habit.
"Oh, is that so?" He stretched his arms back to rest on the top rail of the chair.
Tony looks at Ricky’s cock bulging those blue swim shorts