Chapter 1: Messy Temptations
Zach pushed open the door to Colton’s room, the stench of stale energy drinks and unwashed laundry hitting him like a brick wall. His delicate nose wrinkled as he stepped inside, careful to avoid the suspicious stains on the floor—some of which he didn’t even want to identify. Ants skittered across a half-eaten pizza slice on the desk, and hentai posters plastered the walls, their exaggerated figures leering down at him. He crossed his arms, his pastel pink sweater a stark contrast to the grimy chaos, and glared at Colton, who was sprawled on his bed in a black hoodie, scrolling through his phone with a smirk.
‘This is disgusting, Colton. Even for you,’ Zach snapped, his voice sharp but tinged with a reluctant fascination. ‘There are literal ants in here. And is that… bodily fluid on the floor? Clean this shit up before I call pest control—or worse, the landlord.’
Colton’s dark eyes flicked up, a predatory glint in them as he tossed his phone aside. ‘Oh, come on, princess,’ he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. ‘You’re just jealous you’re not part of the mess. Bet you’d look real cute rolling around in it with me.’ He stood, his tall, lanky frame towering as he sauntered over, his combat boots crunching on something unidentifiable. ‘Or are you just here to nag like a little housewife? Didn’t know you were so desperate for my attention.’
Zach’s cheeks flushed, but he held his ground, his jaw tight. ‘I’m not your damn housewife, asshole. And stop calling me that. I’m a guy, not your weird fetish fantasy.’
Colton chuckled, low and dirty, stepping closer until Zach could feel the heat radiating off him. ‘Sure, sure, whatever you say, babe. But I see the way you stare at my posters. You’re into this freaky shit just as much as I am. Don’t lie to me.’ He reached out, brushing a lock of Zach’s soft hair behind his ear, his touch lingering just a little too long. ‘Why don’t you stop pretending to hate me and admit you’re dying to get a taste of this degenerate life?’
Zach swatted his hand away, but his breath hitched, betraying him. ‘You’re insufferable. I’m not here to play your gross games. Clean. Now.’
‘Make me,’ Colton purred, his smirk widening as he suddenly grabbed Zach’s wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. The rough texture of the peeling paint scraped against Zach’s back, and he gasped, his heart racing. Colton leaned in, his breath hot against Zach’s ear. ‘Or are you too busy getting all hot and bothered over me to actually fight back, sweetheart?’
‘Don’t call me that,’ Zach hissed, but his voice wavered, his body betraying him as he felt a familiar heat pooling low in his stomach. Colton’s grip tightened, and he pressed himself closer, his hard body flush against Zach’s softer frame.
‘Oh, I’ll call you whatever I want,’ Colton growled, his lips brushing against Zach’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. ‘You love it when I talk dirty, don’t you? Bet you’re already wet just thinking about what I could do to you in this filthy room.’ His teeth grazed Zach’s skin, a sharp bite that made Zach whimper despite himself. ‘See? You’re not even fighting me. You want this just as bad as I do.’
Zach’s resolve was crumbling, his breath coming in short, panting bursts as Colton’s hands roamed lower, teasing at the hem of his sweater. The air was thick with tension, the mess of the room only amplifying the raw, primal energy between them. Colton’s dark eyes locked onto his, daring him to resist, but Zach knew he was already lost to the pull of this infuriating, disgusting, and utterly irresistible man. And as Colton’s lips crashed into his, hungry and demanding, Zach felt the last of his defenses shatter, ready to dive headfirst into the depravity that awaited.
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