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But fair warning: the Prologue to the Unexpected Master acts as a flashback sequence detailing the important moments on Liam and Santos’s life. Their shared history and trauma that molded how they are. I play around with the writing format via Moments segmented by time stamps to cut to different points. I also use: Bold, Italize, Underline, and also spelling how people would pronounce rather than proper format to convey different things. Personality, changes in mood or tone, etc. I also use Bold+Italize when a bilingual character uses a Non English language. So please keep all that in mind. Enjoy and thank you for your patronage!

Prologue: Upbringings

24 years ago. Río Jueyes. Salinas, Puerto Rico

A dusty-camo jeep drives up a hill overlooking the south sea of Puerto Rico. Another similar vehicle follows behind the makeshift gravel road as they exit a thick tree line. Both cars make their way to a large, two-story house of Neo-Caribbean style: the body made of mint green planking accented by frames of white wood, the red tin roof softened with age.

Despite being the morning, the coastal hill was calm. Waves kissed the beach nearby the house that overlooked soft sand, as the silence was interrupted by the sound of jeeps parking. Their doors opening to break that scenic peace as two separate infants cry in the arms of family. From the front jeep; a very tall man departs from his passenger door, cradling his only son in large arms. His gentle hands as soft as the short, strawberry hair underneath his hat.

“aww, my lyttle звезда (zvezda), please cease your tears. You have been gone from your lyttle friend for only 15 minutes since vve left the airport. Iss corecct, right Andrea?”, Soothed the taller man to his child. Brushing away hair from his son’s eyes as the infant kept weeping. His wife following him, having left the drivers seat towards the taller man. Much shorter than her husband as she reached eye level with her spouse’s chest where he cradled their child.

“aww, i hope mister yahir behind us can get us sitters for our lil’liam here~. i swear jonsá; he has not stopped crying since we took separate cars to the torres estate. these tykes were silent the whole ride on the plane together, and now they can’t stand being away from each other for less than 1 hour.”, said the smaller woman with bright green eyes. Her tone relaxed as she hugged her husband on the side, playing with her son as they waited for the other jeep’s occupants.

Before his parents left, a 10 year old with unkempt curly hair walked out from their jeep first. Slender gray headphones covering his ears from a hoodie of the same shade. Contrasting the rest of the adults in beige survey gear: he wore a red tank-top and flexible jeans. His Walkman playing loud enough to muffle the cries of his little brother, an infant of similar espresso shade wailing in his tight arms. His eyes wide in annoyance as he spoke: “Daddd, please tell me abuelito Santiago can help with these two. Santos. wont’. STOP”. Despite the pain in his voice, he held his little brother as lovingly as possible. Only his face showing irritation as he walked towards the adults already waiting.

“Yes. Like our Eissiah said, my Yahir: we have an aquifer to examine in about an hour and 3 children in our group that need caretakers. Estas seguro que tus padres estaran bien cuidando a dos infantes y al mayor?”, questioned the tall woman from the second jeep. Her tone commanding and firm; her hawk-like face accented by long braids down her shoulder. Her shorter husband rushing out of the car.

Sprinting ahead of everyone as he responded to all their worries: “Ayy mi corazoncita; I called mi mama as we got the jeeps rented. I am positive I can win over my old man. Once they see the pride-and-joys of our little group! So no worries, my Delilah”. His mess of curly hair sweating as it covered his nervous brown eyes. His thick frame shaking as he knocked on the door to the home. The rest of the group converging behind the shortest man as he was greeted by the fury of his father.

Despite the arguing going on with this family of friends, and the rage of the older man by the door. They all failed to notice the infants stop crying. The tired bodies finally sleeping in the arms of their relatives as they napped beside each other. Unable to wake up as they stayed nearby. Finally in peace as their families were allowed inside to discuss arrangements for them and Eissiah.

20 years ago. Río Jueyes. Salinas, Puerto Rico

“Bubutt whuyy do wwe have to leave, abuelito?”, Santos said looking down at the front door of the Torres estate. Small hands wringing the edges of the dull red shirt with a monkey stitched into it as he wore shoes much too big for his 4 year old body.

Being lead by his grandfather’s hand, Santos wept as he waddled along to the jeep waiting in front of the big house. “you live in the states, mijito. You know summer is at an end. So….It is time you, Eissiah, and Flaquito to go home. Don’t worry, me and abuelita willl always be here if you 3 need us”, the older man said. Creasing his button up and overalls as he tried keeping along with the 4 year old with his cane. His mop of curly hair a messy with sweat.

The four year old in his hand pouting at the answer, knowing better than to question his grandpa when he’s right. Sad that it will be a whole year before his Abuelitos can be together with the rest of his family; Santos wanted to be good in the hopes they can come visit them. For now, he would be happy with Liam, his hermano, and his….his…..

“abuelito, where’s Zzinkie?”, Santos said through his quiet sobbing. The hand holding him tensing as Santos’s grandpa froze in his steps as he lead the child besides the jeep from his house. Then he made the mistake of verbalizing his answer. “Didn’t you have him??”, he asked before immediately regretting. As Santos’s quiet sobbing was replaced by a loud crying. Disturbing the serenity of the coastal hill. Until through the passenger window next to them rolled downward, as a hand-made brown monkey of fleece waved down with joyful bead eyes at Santos. As Liam poked his little hands and head beside the plushie.

“san-toees, you left zzinkie with me, ‘mmember? pwease gett inn! mr.andmrs. torres are waiting for alll of uss”, Liam cried out in a lax tone with. Tiny Santos no longer wailing as his grandpa lifted the child in a comforting hug. His legs shaking as he tried to comfort his grandson one last time as he used his free hand to open the passenger door and gently place Santos inside. Liam moving closer to a much older Eissiah. The growing 14 year sporting a linkin park tank-top as the preteen used his lanky build to help Liam get back into his seat belt as Santos’ was fastened in by his abuelito.

Liam immediately hugging a sobbing Santos as he gave his best friend his toy, getting his overalls wet from the tears. As Santos’s grandpa laughed along with the Millerds chuckling in the driver side. The mix of families driving off to the airport as abuelito Santiago waved them goodbye as they drove into the tree lines and out of sight.

“Vvorry not, lyttle Santiago: vvee vvill see your grandparents come next summer, and us and our Liam will always be there for it too”, spoke Jonsá from the driver’s seat as his wife chimed in. “in the meantime, you two get to go to school soon like eissiah does. i just hope stillwater education is not as bad as when i was a girl”, Andrea prayed as she looked towards the kids in the back.

“You hear that you two: school will be extra scary for you two when you start in the fall. So stay close to each other~. Santos, don’t take Liam for granted, you don’t wanna fu-fuss all the time about small stuff when your buddy here is always by your side!”, Eissiah teased as he patted his little brother’s head. The smaller boy trying hard to stop crying as he enjoyed Liam’s hug.

“yw-eyah, iff me and liam start school together, may-bee it can be funn”, Santos said trying to sound brave as Liam agreed loudly in his ear from the hug.

19 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Liam sat uncomfortably on a small plastic chair outside his kindergarten classroom. Almost 6 and a few months away from 1st grade; he was already a lot taller than most of his classmates and his little seat. Refusing to leave Santos’s side, despite his friend being talked to by their teacher. The young woman questioning a small Santos within their class after he had gotten into an argument with another classmate. The only adult between them from getting picked up by Santos’s parents: her gentle speak was loud enough for Liam to overhear in the hallway.

“mr. torres, you had a good reason to talk to sanders. His comments on liam were very mean. But sometimes, the best way to deal with cruel words are not too reflect them back. But to be the better person. And if they can’t handle your reaction, then use your actions to prove them wrong”, the adult silhouette through the paneled door spoke softly. Her firm tone loud, but kind as Liam eavesdropped.

“You were very sweet to defend liam back there, and I am only having this talk with you because I do not want you to think you were in the wrong for standing up to what was right, okay?”, she assured Santos.

Liam heard Santos hum in response, likely giving his usual nod of shy acceptance. Before he heard nothing, as the teacher’s long frame opened the door first. Leading Santos outside with a gentle smile as she looked with content eyes to Liam. “ooh, I’m sorry for the wait, mr.millerd. You two can run off home now. I hope to see you two well and ready tomorrow~”, she said jovially. Liam only replying with his typical “thank you, ma’am” for the situation. As he and Santos started walking out of their grade school together towards the front of building where the Torres’s were parked.

Liam nervously holding his backpack strap from the long silence as they walked alone in a hallway much bigger than them. Almost a full feet taller, Liam put more effort look down in embarrassment; having been the reason Sanders and his Santos were mean to each other.

“I’m sorry, Santos. i’m sorry that-”, was all Liam manage to muster as his shorter friend interrupted by grabbing his hand to lead him faster out of school.

“Liammm! You don’t have to say sorry. Sanders was, aah a, unnn Mamón. Like abuelita says to Snr. Guapo back in Salinas. dumb and wrong! I can’t let him say stuffs like that to you, Flaquito!”, Santos said in confidence. Struggling a little to talk and walk as Liam did not resist his shorter friend.

Liam laughed a little at that before he spoke; “eheheehe, okie, santos. if you say soooo. justtt don’t let your mom hear those words, pwease. i think mamommn, maomn; that word is a bad”. Santos grinned a toothy smile before stopping their stride out of school. Before he used the tips of his toes to ascend long enough to leave a peck on Liam’s cheek.

Liam laughed more at this, knowing Santos promised without saying a word. Jussttt hoping he would remember to also not say those words to his own parents, fearing Ma would pass out from such mean words. Even if they were in Spanish. Santos continued leading them out of the hallway, and to their ride home.

18 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Santos ate awkwardly at dinner. Liam was staying with his immediate family again because the Millerds were at another meeting states away. Normally, Santos would like the idea of having Liam all to himself since his parents would be gone for a while. They could finish more of Paper Mario together cause’ their weeks long sleep over was only halfway done.

They were all eating happily, until Santos’s Mama and Papa got a call from their job. They were needed on another field-thingy to somewhere outside their state to do stuff with water sources and animals that Santos could not fully understand.

“soooo is it not in the states, Mama?”, Santos asked uncomfortably across from his groaning brother. Liam leaning his long head to rest on his smaller friend as he too felt awkward about the tension in the room. Barely 7, his best friend was much taller than him but still the same Flaquito. Despite the size difference and the tension: Santos and Liam wore matching onesies from their earlier play-date. Santos’s monkey onesie did not help his questioning as everyone looked to Mrs. Torres.

Delilah taking the lead as she smiled to her youngest son. “Me and your father will be leaving in a few days. On a big field trip only we are….able to do. Check for the purity of the water and how it affects the fish, I believe in Brazil! That being said, we need to-”, Santos’s Mom said before she was interrupted by Eissiah’s fist slamming on the table.

“Soo What Then: are you gonna leave me in charge of these two like HOW The Millerds Dump Liam off Here Every tiME TheY LEAVE!?!”, Eissiah said with increased irritation. Looking to Mama and Papa as the older teen waited for a response, Santos went to pat Liam’s arm to assure his best friend that nothing was his fault.

Delilah’s firm demeanor shifting to vexation, her eyes closing slightly at the hostilities at Her dinner table, before Yahir sat up to ease the tension. “No. You have school to worry about, Mijo. We know how….awful our friends have been when tending to our Flaquito, regardless of their noble intentions-”, Yahir admitted as he looked sweetly to Liam before continuing.

“It just so happens that your abuelitos were already going to be coming over for a month as a surprise soon. So, I will ask them when they come here to help….more”, he relented with a touch of sadness.

Santos got really excited hearing he would see his abuelitos again, Liam’s shaking arm also relaxed at the news as the taller boy looked down lovingly through his wild strawberry locks. Looking up to Liam’s eyes in their matching Pjs, Santos asked; “Mama, Papa: can me and Liam be excused from dinner, pleeease??”. Taking the cue, Liam and Santos turned their faces with the biggest puppy faces they could manage towards the Torres Matriarch. Eissiah’s annoyance of the news paused for their response, as he slouched in his seat to wait.

Yahir holding his wife’s shoulder before she allowed them to leave; “Yes, Mi Mijitos. I will put away your food for later. Be good to each other, Mi Mijitos”. The two kids almost jumping off their wooden chairs and upstairs in their house. His parents getting into an argument with his brother that neither he nor Liam could discern as they retreated into Santos’s bedroom to play video games..

18 years ago. Salinas. Puerto Rico, USA

Liam could not stop crying. Due to how small his family was, he had never attended a wake before. But seeing Mr. and Mrs. Torres in their coffins made him guess that being this sad was natural for anyone. Everyone else Liam cared for was there. The small handful of people he considered family mourning the 2 fingers that shrank from his small circle of loved ones. Santos. Eissiah. Ma and Da, and the Abuelitos. Unlike the rest of the Torres family who talked about the couple with such assurance; Liam’s loved ones took it all so differently.

The events of how they died a few months into their job really confused Liam. They would call much more than Liam’s own parents, considering Liam still stayed over because Ma and Da were away….before the Funeral.

No longer hitching from his sobs, Liam sat uncomfortably on the left side of the ceremony. The side dedicated to friends of the Torres Family and Mrs. Delilah’s-side since it was full of empty seats. Most of the people present were on the right-side for Mr. Yahir. Abuelita and Abuelito speaking to Santos’s parents one last time before their burial in about an hour. Holding Eissiah back from his yells, his sobs the most violent with regrets and disbelief. Much of Mr. Yahir’s side spoke of fondness and love, despite wailing from various people within the wake.

Liam would have been happy to have his parents after being gone for so long, but not like this. They were crying much louder than he was, and would have been holding Liam if he wasn’t in the middle of hugging Santos. His smaller friend almost like a statue in his hug as they shared a seat much too big for either of them. Their dark, casual dress-wear crinkling from the embrace as Liam tried to consul Santos. The smaller friend locked in a confused sadness seeing his parents like this, before they would be gone from all their lives forever.

17 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“MR.TOUR-RES, you ain’t even old enough for MIDDLE-School and I find you in my office again with a black eye from Sheriff’s Rayson’s kid. Again!”, screamed Santos’s principal. Restraining her annoyance 3 feet away from the small boy across her desk, her olive green suit dress wrinkled from anger. Her fury definitely loud enough for Liam to hear through the door and everyone else walking in the hallway.

Santos looked up to the screaming old woman in front of him. His swollen left eye as black as his jeans and t-shirt, his clothes still scuffed with gravel at odd corners. Sporting an annoyed glare unfitting of an 8 year old. “ms.bronsly! I Already Told you! He threw the first words And Punch! It’s not my fault he called Liam the R-Word and expect me Not to act! Why isn’t Gabe In Here?!!”, Santos said defensively. Using his arms to exaggerate his speech from frustration.

“Because! THIS Is your 6th Time in my Office this YEAR for BULLYING GABE. This time he can’t Walk out of the nurses office after your retaliation REGARDLESS of IF he instigated the Fight. I CANNOT CONFIRM IF--”, Ms.Bronsly interrupted herself to breathe and look. Finding the next steps of what Santos would endure from his track record before continuing.

“-You have been responsible for EVERY OTHER ENCOUNTER, OTHERWISE you would be in A Disciplinary School! I expect a written apology to Gabe! If you don’t want to be moved to a Boarding School AND another talk to your grandparents, young Man. Now go consider how you handle hostility before I call your guardians to deal with you themselves!”, the older woman yelled as she raised a hand towards the door.

‘MALDITA CRONE! que sabe ella?!? si gabe no fuera un jodido perdedor, esto no hubiera pasado’, Santos thought to himself in fury as he withheld showing frustration on his tiny form. The little kid trying hard not to grunt or swear in Spanish as he complied with the principal as he walked out of Ms.Bronsly’s office. Closing the door hard, as he was met besides the door with a nervous Liam shivering like a puppy. His grimace filled with a shy, but deep worry.

“are you gonna be forced to not go to the same school anymore, bro???”, Liam said with a tremble. Santos rushed to his taller friend after closing Ms. Bronsly’s door to hug him. Planting his face beneath his friend’s chest were his polo buttons ended. Hugging his scrawny friends tightly, using his tippy toes to make sure he reached long enough to do so before speaking. “No, flaquito! I would never let that happen! I pr-Promise. Nothing will separate us.”, Santos responded as he felt Liam hug him back. Uncaring of other students in their elementary passing by as they comforted each other.

15 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

It happened all so fast for Liam. His parents getting into it over their job. The vehicle behind their car. Then a deep nothing that consumed all of Liam’s senses before he woke up in the hospital. Roused from his sleep by the respirator on his face, the sounds of his once calm Ma being held back by Da. As Liam tried to gain awareness from the rest of his surroundings: he noticed 3 very important things about his situation in the dark hospital room.

1. Santos rested his face by his legs, almost asleep as he waited beside him.

2. The only light coming from anywhere was from the hallway Ma was in….was it night time??

3. Despite Santos being near his legs, Liam….did not feel any change from that presence. Nor the cold sheet or the comfy bed he was pressed in.

The realization of his nearly numb body made Liam gasp awake, startling Santos from napping. His parents too distracted talking to whoever was in the hallway with them to hear Liam’s vitals spike as he woke up fully in a meek mumble. “sann-toees? wh-when did you get here? whattimeis it?”, Liam asked in a scared whisper. His voice much smaller than normal as Santos responded fast. “liam,li-LIAM!”, the 10 year old said as he pounced on his best friend. Liam felt Santos’s growing frame almost tackle his body, the fuzzy numbness of his long body partly gone from the warm touch of a sobbing Santos. The smaller friend cried hard, into the frail shoulder of Liam, the taller kid holding him with a weak arm as his vitals continued registering as fine.

Santos pulled away only a bit to give Liam space as he tried to explain: “Eissiah drove me over as soon as your dad called us. Th-ther-e was an accident- a-three days ago, and you’ve only been moved to this room 3 hours ago. they said you might not wake up,..for..for a long time from how bad it was”. Santos’s explanation almost ending in a mumble from how scared he sounded. His eyes big in a tremble, Liam would be sobbing too if he wasn’t so tired, caught up in some thoughts of what Santos said. ‘three Days? Three DAYS!!! Didsantoswaitforme in the hospital for three days straight???’, was the 1st thing that came to mind.

Liam’s exhaustion was unable stop the love he felt for Santos creeping on his face. The light hints of joy obscured by patches of wrappings and bandages, as the taller boy kept his unsteady gaze on his best-bro. Santos mumbling once more through his sobs before other adults ran in. His immediate family and nurses finally rushing in with questions he could barely register as he tried hard not falling back asleep.

Liam’s only thoughts about the situation was towards Santos as Liam attempted to stay awake; ‘he really did mean nothing will separate us. I really hope my legs won’t divide our friendship if I can’t be the same old Liam Santos needs me to be’.

13 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“You Ready to Apologize for what you said to my friend, LOSER!”, Santos bellowed out aggressively. His right red tennie-shoe pining down the head of Roger, one of the heads of ROTC for his middle school. The much larger 8th grader weakly resisting the leg anchoring him to the toilet his head was in, his bulky uniform stained and scuffed from a fight he clearly lost. Santos pining him in the flushing porcelain as he grabbed his wet hair with one had while keeping the other by the nob.

“Say IT, Or I Flush your Rankings Down Before I Make You APOLOGIZE IN NOTHING BUT YOUR UNDERWEAR, You Forgettable IDIOT!”, Santos commanded as he raised the rough face of the boy he had been tormenting to eye level. “I’M SORRY, IMSOFUCKINGSORRY, please, please, let me go-gugh”, Roger pleaded as his tears were indistinguishable from the toilet water on his face. Before his head was shoved violently down and flushed again as Santos laughed. Leaving the ROTC boy laying in the toilet as his body limply tried getting up as he got drenched further.

“Not Good enough for me, Loser. But, It will Do 'till tomorrow, I expect you to apologize to Liam for stealing his wheelchair when you don’t smell like a urinal. IF not, I’ll find you. And make you wish you were drinking toilet water when I am done. Hasta Luego, Perrito, Ahahahahaha”, Santos said with cruelty as he left the restroom. Grabbing the bound wheelchair by the door as he exited the area with a smile. Not a scratch on his hand-me-down rock shirt, black slacks, or even the blue jean jacket Eissiah got for him.

‘that felt good, should have crushed that Loser Worse. But he is lucky I got a date with Liam I gotta get back too~’, Santos cheered in his mind as he began to run towards the area he left his best friend. Reaching the skinny boy less than 2 minutes away from his run, as Liam hid himself in his gray hoodie until he physically jumped in joy at the presence of his best friend.

“santos! thanks, bro! i don’t know how it managed to slip from me at the library, not like it can move on it’s own, ehehee” Liam spoke in a lax joy as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand.

“Don’t Worry, Flaquito. I sorted it out with the one responsible. I am positive Roger will give you a very nice apology tomorrow”, Santos said as he set up the mobility aid for his best friend. Helping the taller boy onto his chair as Liam gave him a mixed of a pout and….fondness. “i love you, bro. please don’t get sent way to a boarding school because you beat up everyone that picks on me. I...I would miss you too much….”, Liam said as he adjusted himself in his wheel chair, looking to Santos for a response.

“for you, bro, I will try. I can’t help it if people want to be assholes to you, I can’t….abide by it, bro”, Santos replied as he held himself a bit before feeling Liam hold an arm. The skinnier boy dragging his friend with one hand as to be parallel in the hallway. “Okay, bro. if you can’t tolerate it, at least tell me the whole truth. that way, I can help be a reliable witness to your innocence~”, Liam responded with sarcasm high in his voice. Both the boys laughing as they traveled side-by-side deeper into the hallway towards the way out of campus.

‘anything to make you happy, bro. let’s see how long I can stay out of trouble for you’, Santos thought to himself as he continued talking to Liam.

12 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“AHAAAhaha! I’m so proud of you, Liam!”, Santos said with pride as he lightly walked side-by-side with Liam. The preteens showing heavy signs of puberty in them, as Santos’s growing body displayed toned features from working out under his older brother. His attire mimicking the young man Santos looked up to; tattered slacks with an old Alt-band tanktop. Still not as tall as Liam, his frame finally getting some weight as he just moved from a wheelchair and into forearm crutches. Liam dressed in a loose pink hoodie and sweatpants barely grasping on his thin body. His walk shaky, but continuous enough for Santos to lead Liam back to the Millerd’s home safely.

“eheheheh, bro Plwa-please: you’re making me blush with all the compliments~”, Liam said thrusting his arms forward with his mobility aids. Growing cherry red, accenting his pretty mop of fluffy hair. Making Santos laugh again. “But I can’t help it, Flaquito! You can Almost Run Again! And you can eat more of abuelita’s food TOO! Even lil’ TJ stops crying when you’re near him. Eahaahahahaha!”, Santos cheered as they got in front of Liam’s house. Breaking a sweat, Liam looked down at Santos, the smaller boy’s smile goofy as he opened the door for both of them. Liam’s messy hair hiding the hints of love from his green eyes; ‘he looks really cute today’, Liam thought to himself as he restrained vocalizing his compliment. Rather, he cringed his eyebrows thinking on a topic forced on them earlier today.

“yeah, bro. Thank You. For, being you! And….also what was with the your grandparents giving us ‘the-talk’ today before dropping me off to therapy?”, Liam asked, interrupting himself from something else he wanted to ask. Santos was unsure what else his best-bro was gonna say, before he decide to drop his suspicions to discuss the awkward situation they had in his abuelo’s car. “Well, my guess is they told us about the bees n’stuff because they got married super early. Me, and you aren’t gonna be kids forever, bro! I think they just picked a bad time to layout how scary adult stuff can be”, Santos shrugged as he held the door open for Liam. Both friends walking in to see the Millerds waiting for them in the living room looking towards the front entrance.

“oooh! my boys! very happy to see little santos be such a good friend and walk yah home, liam. please sit, you two, we have….important things to discuss”, Andrea gushed before her tone flattened awkwardly. Her husband rubbing her shoulder from the family-sized couch they rested on as he pulled something from behind himself. “Vve have a lyttle bookk that vvee have been needing to rread to you both”, Jonsá chimed in as he pulled out a somewhat thick paperback book titled ‘The Birds and the Bees’.

…...

Santos barraged into his best friend’s room as fast as he had ever ran in his life, Liam cradled comfortable in the smaller boys arm. Both extremely tired and very flustered at what they learned compared to the ‘talk’ the abuelitos gave them. ‘the millerds are FREAKS, that was MORE than I thought possibleeee’, Santos thought as he rushed to place Liam on his bed. The taller boy letting his best-bro manhandle him as the short boy removed his crutches. Liam questioning what happened in his own mind: ‘ddddo, does everyone do those things together? it-,it doesn’t have to be between a guy and lady after all???’. Liam feeling even more flushed in his face as he questioned how different things were with this knowledge on what it meant for people to enjoy….the same sex.

“Mis Abueltios were NOT as CRAZY as I THOUGHT. IS It bad I liked learning about it UNTIL Mr. Jonsá gave me CONDOMS!???”, Santos screamed as he paced around the room in front of a sitting Liam. Until the taller boy reached out a long arm to grab his shirt. “bro, bro. I-i think it is important for us though, I mean your grandparents had your Dad really early, so at least both of them are looking out for us in their own way. And besides, if Da gave you condoms and not me: it means he knows you’ll be getting more action between us, despite my good looks~!”. Liam said in a worry before ending it in a boast, flexing his arms to his head as he puckered his lips playfully. Forcing Santos to laugh as the short kid got closer.

“oh-yeah~ you’re right, mr. sexy. I’m sure you’ll bring every girl to yah with those killer gains! Or maybe…..you’ll win them over with your Locks!”, Santos said as he feinted a hug from Liam’s exposed ribs to instead headlock his taller friend. Liam playfully resisting as Santos held him tight but soft. His resistance ending the longer he was face first into Santos’s armpit. His shirt exposing the middle of his arm that felt different to Liam: warmer with a smell that made him feel dizzy. A strange sensation filled Liam as he stayed by Santos’s armpit that he was unsure of. A joy? Pl-pleasure?? It was only when he felt a large growth between his legs that he hadn’t felt in a longtime, did Liam realize what was happening.

‘Oooh Nooo’, Liam thought as he breathed through the headlock. And starting his crush on his best friend. Santos’s light teasing causing him to not notice what he had done to Liam as he tried holding a conversation the taller boy could not focus on listening too.

9 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Santos video-called Liam right after work. Leaving his shitty dollar store job, he would have been calling his best friend throughout like his last place, but this one had a strict policy to keep ‘200% attention on customers at all times’. A dumb rule he spat on whenever possible, especially as he walked to Liam’s place around night time, a little late than his usual nightly shift for a very special surprise he had for his best-bro. Liam picking up on the other end with full video and audio; his upper torso illuminated by his soft bed lamp as he wore Kirby PJs.

Santos refusing to put on his camera jusstt yet for 2 reasons. “Buenas Noches, Flaqutio! Are you ready for me to abduct you for surprise dinner?!!”, Santos said as he glanced deeper into his screen to realize Liam had his hair up in a hairpin. The pink Kirby swallowing his locks upward revealing the pretty eyes Santos always forgot were there as they stared into the video call wishfully. “aehehe, hi bro! sooo, ahhh, what is the occasion….you wanted to celebrate for tonight….bro??”, Liam asked as his face was unable to hide its nervousness. Santos almost wanted to turn his camera on to show his skepticism, before he just straight up asked: “Bro, what are you Not telling me I got like 5 minutes before I scoop you out your window so better make it fast before I run over instead~”. Santos’s teases catching Liam off guard as he looked swiftly left-to-right trying to find a way out of the conversation before he relented.

“I-i’m Sorry, Santiago. I spent all night trying to bid for tickets so we could go to that alt-band royale this weekend, and I Got Out b-b-bBidddd”, Liam responded in a light sob of defeat. His throat hitching a little as he tried to continue to speak. “you’re not mad at me for failing, right, sant-o???”, Liam pepped out until Santos decided to turn on his camera. Interrupting Liam as the taller boy got caught off-guard by the fresh black eye on the right-side of Santos’s face. “Soooo, you remember Gabe, Right? Wellll, he just so happened to have flaunted some of those tickets when I was out of shift. Sooooo”, Santos said as he used his free hand to bring up 2 red-and-white tickets to the view of the camera. “You Didn’t”, Liam chimed in as he zoomed his face deeper into view of the video call.

“I DID, Sooo, let me treat you tonight so we can plan the date for the royale this weekend!!!”, Santos said shouting into the night air, causing some dogs to bark nearby.

Unaware of the tender look Liam was giving him as he kept his eyes shut even as the taller boy spoke again from wiping his tears away; “I love you, Santiago~”. Santos replied without opening his eyes, “I love you too, BRO! Please get ready, I am like 1 minutes away!”, Liam’s smile thinned as his eyes looked away from the camera in thought.

‘I wish I could be experiencing those kinds of jobs with you, Santos. Even if they treat you shitty, I want to be there more than anything’, the taller teen lamented in his head before squeaking out something similar. “Bro? Do you ever….get annoyed at me that I can’t shadow you everywhere? Like. At Your Jobs because I get Tired to Easily?”, Liam said in a careful sadness. Realizing that the second he turned to see his phone the video ended, as Santos responded through climbing into his best-bros bedroom window.

“no! no. even if you could i wouldn’t want you to go through that, liam. you deserve experiences with jobs that actually care about you, bro. about us. now are you gonna go in your pjs while i carry you out this window, or do you want me to wait on your bed till you get dressed”, Santos replied in a hushed tone. His black eye much worse in person than on camera, as Liam was amazed by how nonchalant he made the injury look. Before he smiled brightly, and got close to Santos as he responded: “whisk me away, mr. torres, I’m all yours tonight~”. Throwing himself in laughter to Santos, catching the smaller man off guard as he caught the taller teen in his pjs. Both laughing away the incident as they prepped to leave in the clothes they wore to their surprise dinner.

8 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Among the wave of expensive silk, linen, and plastic prom attire; Santos stood gracelessly by himself against the wall opposite of the dance floor. The event hosted unceremoniously in the new gym of his high school he would only use for 1 year, his junior year almost up. ‘where is she?, Abuelo gave me papa’s old suit for this’, Santos asked himself in worry. The black suit and pants a much lighter shade than most of the newer attires that avoided Santos at prom. Messing with his fiery red bow-tie passively as he sipped from his punch, trying hard to ignore what he was feeling after waiting 2 hours into the dance for his date.

Much of the guest here carry-overs from his middle school that were not keen on being associated with Santos on a good day, let alone prom. ‘Looks like the only one getting anything close to a good time is Liam, thank god. He deserves to be happy here, at least’, Santos lamented in his mind as his eyes wandered to see where Liam was. His taller friend in his pink, new, suit and tie being led by his date. Terry looking like he was having a blast as he twirled Liam in the slow dance happening, Santos having missed most of the night by the same wall. Abiding by the passive snickers of his classmates, his taller bro periodically checking in on him as fast as his crutches could manage.

Santos felt shitty. Looking down into his drink as if it was a mirror, he feared nobody liked him because of how awful he was. That this kind of experience would be all there was for him in the future. ‘Even if this wasn’t prom; am I just destined to have my heart broken because I couldn’t keep my temper down. i don’t want liam to suffer from my shittiness, at least he can have….a goood night?’, Santos contemplated until he heard something happen on the dance floor. Terry running through the crowd of confused couples and friends, as he was….crying??!

Liam following suit from the parted wave of people, to Santos. Liam’s pinned up hair not hiding the small tears in his eyes as he found a caring focus in his glance towards Santos.

“What happened to your date, wooow??”, Santos gasped at an approaching Liam before he was brought into a public hug by his taller friend. Almost spilling his drink, as Santos chugged his punch as his best friend spoke in their embrace. “he….did not end up being someone worth my time. unlike you, bro. if I had know you would get stuck with a shitty situation too, I would have done this sooner”, Liam relented as he wrapped arm and crutch around Santos’s smaller body.

Dropping his empty cup to the ground, Santos held his best friend tighter, as he responded first by pushing away the taller boy as he grabbed him in his arms. Lifting Liam off the ground as he spoke; “how about we go somewhere worth our time, bro? I am thinking, with….ice cream?”. The taller boy nodding in a chuckle, as they started walking out of their gym uncaring of the confused peers keeping track of them.

7 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“We are Losing The House”, Abuelita conceded with finality as she bitterly spoke in English. Fitted in her Sunday attire, she looked way too formal in it than the blouses Liam always saw her in. Sat across from Liam and Santos at the Torres home right after school, the news was so confusing to the taller boy. ‘How Do you LoSE a HOuse??? I Thought Santos’s parents bought it??’ , Liam thought in a flash of worry as his eyes were obscured by his hairline and hoodie. Santos immediately verbalizing the same thought as if they had telepathy; “Abuela, How? I though Mama and Papa owned this place fully??”. His gestures of pain made more frantic from his loose school attire of ripped slacks and hand-me-down Rock’ shirt.

“We though So, Mijitos. Despite What me and Your Grandfather contributed to Taxes and Bills: we were unaware that all of it was a part of the grant your Mother and Father made at the local university. It would have ended sooner, but it looks like Mrs. Delilah convinced them to Extend their Lease on this property for much longer. Eissiah and my Loud Husband are at the college right now to try and safe this place. But, I know the wording on that contract is Solid. Sooo. so. huhhh, Me and your abuelito will not be staying here. Lo Siento, Mis Mijitos”, Abuelita said in front of the boys.

Liam instinctively went to hug Santos, as his arms felt yanked from grasping onto shoulders in motion. Santos rushing his body upwards to lean onto the table closer to his grandma as he….looked so scared. “AM I GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE, GRANDMA?? I-Don’t Wanna Leave Liam Behind, Or the Millerds EItherr!!”, the shorter teen shouted in a fear rare for him. His hands shaking, Liam let go to bring himself beside Santos as he stood on one of his crutches to speak with the two Torres’s present.

“Will Santos and Eissiah have to go back to Puerto Rico too, Ma’am?”, Liam spoke without relaxation in his tone.

The much older woman in front of them laughed lightly, before using her hand to gesture for them to sit back down. Santos and Liam obeying out of respect as the taller boy dragged his chair closer to hold his smaller friend. “No. In fact. Your parents will, Liam, should be coming with trucks to help move Santos into your home. Eissiah has his roommates to live with, so the other Vehicle Will be used for Us to ship out our stuff back to Salinas. It is only fair, that the Millerds repay the kindness my son and his wife Bestowed onto you growing up”, Abuela reaffirmed to the boys in front of her.

Liam felt a little hurt by it, but also remembered that he would have been very lonely growing up if not for the Torres. His worries about Santos losing his childhood home disappearing for a little bit, as he felt his body get tackled from where he sat as Santos returned the hug deeper into his torso. Santos’s meek excitement muffled by hoodie fabric as he spoke; “You here that, Flaquito. We’re gonna be roommates like we planned for college. Just. Just a little earlier than we thought”.

7 years ago. Río Jueyes. Salinas, Puerto Rico

Santos looked down at the waves besides Liam. Both teens seating together in silence at the coast besides his abuelitos’s hacienda, the taller boy no longer in crutches as he sported a furnished cane Abuelito handed him a few minutes ago. Santos held his face in his knees as if trying to bury his head within his teal swim trunks, as Liam sat besides his shorter friend in similar, orange shorts. “i’m guessing you couldn’t tell them, santiago?”, Liam piped out in his relaxed tone. His speech dipped in a worried tone.

Santos began groaning in his position, a pitch muffled by the waves hitting the beach. “that’s fair. bro. i came out to Ma and Da, like, freshman year after i told you, bro. i thought they were gonna freak or something, but i just ended up making Da cry from joy. Ehehe, he thought i felt save enough around them to be open. ‘cept… i was able to admit i only liked dudes because you told me to be brave, santiago”, Liam continued as he wormed his way closer to his friend. His frame gaining more defined mass from the exercise Santos had made for him, his worried form looming from the height difference. Santos groaned louder, even as Liam’s cool body brushed against his sad huddle.

“I’m Sorry, Santos. I-i didn’t know Eissiah tried coming out as Bi too a while ago. I thought he was just too busy with work to speak to your grandpa, not that abuelito….yeah. Am, I, Making you upset???. I’ll shut up”, Liam relented as he felt ashamed the longer his talk progressed. Santos stopped groaning, as he decided to go head first into Liam’s lap in a surprised rest. Liam yipped at the sudden sensation of his best friend on his thighs, almost dropping his cane to the sand before hearing Santos speak. “don’t Stop talking, Liam. please. I. I just need a minute to figure out when the time is right to let them know”, Santos said as his cheek pressed into the dry swim shorts of Liam where the side of his face rested in.

‘it was bad enough when i told Liam about how Sanders broke up with me before the trip. And Now, ThIS. At least I have Liam to look forward to when being myself here’, Santos thought to himself as he enjoyed resting on Liam. Unaware of what this interaction was doing to his friend.

Liam froze as he got comfortable for his best-bro to rest like that. “you, you know….You could break the news about not being straight….if...say….you had a cute boy to wrap around your arms as a boyfriend?”, Liam forced out in an awkward-loud volume. Santos thought his friend sounded adorable like that, as he responded: “I wish, Flaquito. Pero. No creo ser tan suertudo de tener a un chico o chica que se preocupe por me tanto como tu lo haces... quiza.... no lo merezco.”

Santos felt Liam get rigid at that, the smaller teen wishing for someone like Liam in his life to love as much as his bro did. The taller boy finally settling on resting his unoccupied arm over Santos’s body. As the two best friends watch the beach turn from sunset to dusk in silence.

6 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Liam was getting tired from his orientation with Santos at OSU. With much better endurance, enough to just use a cane, his back began to ache from exploring the campus he would know for almost a decade.

“are we almost over to our new dorms yet, bro?”, Liam spoke through his sweat. Santos beside him as they wore attire to keep than cool in the summer air. “You that excited to live alone together again, bro? Tired or not, I know you’re eager to spend some….quality time with me by yourself~”, Santos teased the taller man as he directed them closer to the dormitory.

‘I wish I could spend that kind of quality time with you, bro. more than anything’, Liam thought with restraint as he actually said; “and why wouldn’t i want to spend more time with my favorite person, Santos?”.

Santos glanced side-by-side trying to find a fault in that logic, before looking fully at Liam. “fair. I do want you all to myself, since you are my favorite person too, Flaquito, eheheh~”, the small jock laughed out deviously. Liam felt his heart skip a little at that, trying hard not to his joy show as they made their way closer to where they would be living together.

5 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

Santos was messing with Liam on their living room couch, both college students solely wearing nothing but sweatpants in their post-workout teasing. All of it starting with Liam leading on Santos from a joke that went over Santiago’s head during their rest period. The smaller man going for his usual headlock of his taller bro as Liam giggled gleefully with his eyes closed from laughter. Santos grinning as his eyes admired….just how cute Liam was when he was happy. ‘Ay Flaquito, How can a Guy as goofy as you be so cute! My silly bro, still as fun as when we were small~’, Santos contemplated as he felt Liam Tab-out on their futon. “bru-bro! Tio-tio, don’t bully the messanger~ ev-even if his jokes are that terrible, eheheheeh”, Liam giggled out as he started to blush.

‘I mean….I wouldn’t mind if you bullied me, bro, a little more….this is really nice when he does this’, Liam thought as he enjoyed the roughhousing. His messy flop of hair tossed at in a noogie as Santos kept his one arm grapple of the taller man tender as his tough knuckle rotated rough into strawberry blonde hair. Until Santos departed and knelled in front of Liam on their couch all of a sudden. Now at eye-level with his best friend, Liam’s post-noggie giggle froze as those same, warm, hands grabbed his round face. “Huh?”, Liam piped out as his soft cheeks were kneaded through by Santos’s tough fingers as his grasp was softened by Liam’s peach fuzz. The sudden affection….making Liam more excited than the casual teasing he had just endured as Santos fixed on his friend.

“Flaquito….I feel like you hide a lot of your best features when they’re obscured. When you work out at home, I always get to see your sick gains, and, they’re wayyy bigger than mine when I started working out. Its like you got them good genes for muscle mass with how….big and fluffy they are compared to me. And….You always keep your eyes hidden too. When you do this-”, Santos spoke as he interrupted his own speech as one hand stopped cupping an obedient cheek. His tough palm traveling from the left side of Liam’s face to his forehead, as he kept his taller-bro’s hair uncovered by pinning it up with his hand. “When you don’t keep your eyes hidden….you become prettier than most people I know. Ttch it ticks me off~”, Santos finished as he stared into Liam’s eyes.

‘OHH NO HE CAN SEE HOW I FEEL, aH- Ahhhhhhh, wait does he-’, Liam thought as his transparent face was exposed to Santos as his blush traveled everywhere. Before he said in a small voice; “so….you think I’m a pretty boy?”, Liam gasped out shy. His green eyes almost closed as he admitted this out loud from….feelings he feared slipping out.

Santos pulled away as he blushed back, hands in the air as he shouted; “That’s Another Thing: you Say the Silliest Things and It Drives me Frickin’ CRAZY”. ‘wayyyy to cute, retreat, retreat’, Santos recoiled in his mind before scouting back on the couch. “SOIT’SMYFAULT???”, Liam said with genuine confusion in his voice as his body and mind longed for Santos to admire and tease him more. Tackling the smaller man for more answers the two jocks began roughhousing together until Liam’s body couldn’t his desperate spirit.

5 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“Now, Bro, Liam, Flaquito. Have you not found anyone to….call your own?”, Santos asked dryly to a shirtless Liam in their living room. The shirtless men were studying together as the question caught the taller boy off-guard from their otherwise silent reading. ‘Bro has been acting….kinda weird after I mentioned my date with Aaron. I feel like ignoring it would be pretty bad if Liam has a hard time….finding a guy he likes’, Santos contemplated in front of a stuttering Liam.

The taller jock throwing his text book….over his crotch? As he closed his legs from his spot on their futon before speaking; “WHYDOYOUASK, B-bro??”. ‘Ooh No, he has it down bad for someone, poor guy must be too scared to act. Shit, well, what are best friends for’, Santos thought as he got closer to Liam on their couch. Grabbing his best friend by his flushed shoulders as he spoke; “There there, Flaquito. You need to let his guy know just how interested you are in him! A guy as sweet, and as pretty does not have much to worry about denial when I am positive any guy would be lucky to have you”.

Liam grew a deeper shade of red as he turned to speak to his friend. “youthinkim’that much ofacatch?”, he squealed in a hum. Before his throat whined in a deeper confusion as Santos plunged his best friend into his hairy chest. His soft, but firm pecs in a deep hug. “I’m lucky enough to have you in my life, bro. So I know from experience how incredible you can be, that any guy would be lucky to have you as boyfriend.”, Santos soothed as he held Liam’s face into his chest with one hand. Using the palm to pet his friend’s hair. The taller jock going slack in the hold.

“L--Liam….Liamm??”, Santos said in confused worried, as his best-friend passed out in their study session. Frantic, Santos shook Liam as he increasingly more panicked, unknowing of what he had done.

CW AHEAD: Bondage, Bullying, Degradation, Hidden Voyeurism, Light S&M, Pinning, Muscle, Rough Sex

4 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“Okay, Bro. SO you Remember the plan!?”, Santos cheered as he ate with Liam at the cafeteria. His leather jacket helping to hid his thicker build and teal tank top. Liam held his hand this chin as he rolled his eyes fondly.

“yes, santos~ i will be going to your dorm today so we can prep a night out, like we used to last semester, before they fucked up our housing on some error, eehehehe”, Liam chuckled as he sipped from a soda cup. As an index finger came towards his surprised face as Santos smirked. “Not just that, Flaquito. Tonight, I promise to make it up to you for not being able to hang as much due to scheduling. This, I swear!”, Santos said enthusiastically. ‘I hope he will like the night out on town like we used to due when we were smaller’, Santos thought as he waited for a response from Liam.

‘He’s so handsome when he gets excited like this. Oh Shit, I am focusing too much on how cute he looks like this, ah-’, Liam subconsciously thought before stopping his sipping. “whatever you want bro. i'm all yours for tonight. i'll head over there the second i get freed from class, okay?”, Liam spoke as his fond eyes closed halfway to gaze onto his best-bro more endearingly.

“good boy! I will hold yah to that, Liam! For now, let’s finish up. I definitely need to hurry if I will have enough time to be with you for the rest of the day”, Santos responded as he got to work on the meal before him. An eager Liam smiling deeply as he watched the smaller man indulge himself around him. A little impatient to see what Santos has planned for them.

4 years ago. Stillwater. Oklahoma, USA

“I hate this Campus!”, Liam shouted in the elevator in the dormitory as the doors opened. Exposing his growing body, as his soft muscles had improved even more now that he was working out harder under Santos. In short-shorts and a uni t-shirt, Liam walked deeper into the fourth floor where Santos’s dorm was in annoyance, the ‘special accessory’ for today making his stance a bit unfocused. Walking was a little hard for Liam, as he relied on his favorite harder than usual from his 'additional part' of his fit.

‘Stupid student housing department. Separating us after 3 semesters from an ERROR’, Liam complained in his mind as he rushed forward with his cane. Going down the rooms numerically as he tried finding the room his best-bro was, arriving an hour earlier than he said through text to surprise his BFF. Until he found Santos’s dorm, going for the spare knob to knock as his fist hit the unlocked door open.

“Wha-the?”, Liam said in confusion as he turned left-to-right to see if he was about to get punk’d. Feeling confident that his friend just forgot to unlock the door, Liam used his cane to push it further open as he walked in. The smell hit him 1st, an almost steam like aroma vaguely familiar to the tall man as he closed the door behind him. ‘what is that, and that….sound’, Liam thought to himself as he felt his shorts begin tenting up. His dick thankfully caught in the larger undergarments he wore as he heard a combinations of noises away from the boring living room and into one of the bedrooms nearby. Slap-like slams repeatedly flopping into something wet, as voices peaked from the meaty thrashing muffled by wood.

Seeing that a small light escaped from the ajar door, Liam quietly used his cane to open it slightly until he was confronted by 2 sensations that made his whole body flush in excited. Liam’s eyes opened wide as he heard what was happening before he got a full view: as Santos pounded his current boyfriend from behind with a ferocity Liam hadn’t seen in years. His sweaty, mocha skin squished its firm brawn against the pale form of a much taller man with almost no hair on him. Santos’s fuzzy ass clapping from the thrusting motion as his fat balls smacked the thighs of the moaning bottom kneeling on his bed. One of his fist raised to hold a thin strand of leather to the air far from the other end of a leash, forcing his boyfriend’s head upwards from what Liam assumed was a collar. Unable to see his cock like he wanted, Liam was frozen with a complex set of emotions as he his buried….longing crept into every corner of him as his cock started to leak.

“Come-on, BITCH. My Best Friend is Gonna be here SOON! Make it easier for the both of us and FUCKING BREAK, LOSER”, Santos shouted as he got more aggressive. The bottom he was fucking went from an unconscious stream of moans to explosive screaming as Santos’s meaty penetration got worse.

Wrapping the end of his leash tighter onto his hand, Santos forced his boyfriend’s head up more, causing his sub’s moans to get deeper from the struggle before he made the bottom’s situation worse. The smaller top twisting his body to grab his lover’s longer arms as he used one of his athletic legs to press the loud sub deeper into the mattress with his foot. His steady moans turning into heavy grunts as Santos spoke through his aggression: “there’s the Useless WHORE That Won me OVER Come ON Already, Bust another Load for me, LOSER!~ I’ll just make you Lick it up again as I RUIN YOUR CUNT, Slave! Ahahahaha”, Santos commanded cruelly. Liam could only imagine how cruel his eyes were as he laughed boastfully.

Whoever Santos’s Bitch was, his dick was smaller than the shorter man’s balls Liam saw a hefty, white squirt shoot to the mattress before he heard the sub vocalize his pleasure. Their pained ecstacy cracking from their dried throat as they were both muffled by their head pressed into the bed, and the collar choking them roughly. Almost drowned out by Santos’s cruel laughter and belittlement, Liam heard an intense whining from the sub as he screamed out his pleasure to the abuse Liam’s best-bro had graciously given them. “YES MASTER, ThANK YOU SIRR, I’M JUST YOUR HOLE, SIR. I’m Just your WORTHLESS HOLE, imjustyourworthlesshole, Just.a.HOLLEEEE~!”, Santos’s Lover begged through the bedding he bit down on.

The sounds of their intermingling distracting them from Liam’s arrival as the taller man hid beside the wall in the middle of the dorms. ‘Fuckkkk’ Liam thought frantically as he tried collecting himself, but failing. His insides felt warm, and gooey, fantasies of himself in that position under Santos haunting him as he heard his Best-friend have the kind of rough sex Liam only heard in porn. Hot, and deeply red: Liam’s denied lust prevented him from touching his cock, or playing with his pussy despite needing it.

The sounds of their intermingling distracting them from Liam’s arrival as the taller man hid beside the wall in the middle of the dorms. ‘Fuckkkk’ Liam thought frantically as he tried collecting himself, but failing. His insides felt warm, and gooey, fantasies of himself in that position under Santos haunting him as he heard his Best-friend have the kind of rough sex Liam only heard in porn. Hot, and deeply red: Liam’s denied lust prevented him from touching his cock, or playing with his pussy despite needing it.

His eyes barely containing his enjoyment as he held his hands to his face as his cane clinging to the middle of his left arm. ‘Why Couldn’t I just Be Yours like that, Santiago’, Liam thought as he felt many things surface alongside his arousal. Tears came first before emotion. Loathing for letting others get in between his love for Santos, himself included. Jealously from not being the one Santos could rely on for everything he needed. And the shame he felt for being aroused by his best friend having sex next to him, wishing for anything that he can get a chance like this. Hoping above everything as he heard Santos get aggressive out of view, that he could have the chance to be Santos’s lover too. No matter how long he has to wait, he, he needs to be more than just his best friend.