5 ~ Lingering Marks.

The rest of the week blurred into a rhythm of stolen moments and lingering marks. Eli and Noah returned to classes, but their minds wandered to Rafe's apartment, their bodies aching for the next command.

Rafe's texts arrived daily—simple orders like Edge yourselves tonight. No release. They obeyed, their hands stroking their cocks to the brink in their shared bed, moans muffled against pillows, frustration building desire.

But Rafe didn’t show up. He wasn’t even home.

Friday night, Rafe returned home and summoned them again. Excitement buzzed between the boys.

“Pack a bag. Weekend at my cabin. I’m back.”

Eli's heart raced; Noah's eyes widened, a...