Pure Vengeance

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Adrian

I wake up early the next day and slip out the bed. I steal one of Noah’s shirts, leaving my cum-stained one in his room. He can deal with it. I already have my gray sweats back on, and I put my shoes on. I get out of the room and head downstairs. A few of my brothers are heading out, clearly wanting to get out of the enemies’ house as soon as possible.

Declan eyes me out curiously but seems to dismiss whatever thought it is that he has. I’m hoping he hasn’t noticed that I’m suddenly in a band shirt.

We walk back to the house. There’s police tape everywhere, but Declan confirms he was called by the cops who said they were done and we could return, so we take it down.

“Those fucking Deltas,” Kyle says. “They’re going to pay for this.”

I sigh. “That was in retaliation to me breaking in and trashing Noah’s room.”

Declan looks at me. “Are you saying you don’t want revenge?”

I think about how Noah took me and my face colors. “No, I do. But we need to be smart about this.”

Declan nods. “Good. You’re right, we need to be smart about this. If the head of accommodation figures out this is a war, he’ll get us all written up.”

I glance upstairs. “I need to get changed for class, but I’ll think on it and get back to you.”

I hurry upstairs and grab my clothes, going to shower. I get dressed for class and grab my book bag. I can’t concentrate in class, all I can think about is how it felt to have the full girth of Noah’s cock buried inside of me.

I don’t know how I feel.

Betrayed? Violated? Happy?

I’m confused.

Noah is a fucking dickhead. There is an anger bubbling deep inside me, and I’m going to get my revenge against him, one way or another.

With classes over, I head over to the art building where I find Noah standing with some of his frat brothers. “We need to talk.”

“I’ll meet you guys at home,” Noah says.

We walk away from the crowds and into a private garden. “What?” Noah snaps.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Noah, we had sex last night,” I hiss. “You... and me. We...”

“We fucked. Yes, I know. It’s no big deal.”

“And all those girls you’re pretending to sleep with? Do you not think they will care if it gets out we fucked ?”

“It won’t get out,” Noah says quietly, taking a step toward me. “Will it, Adrian?”

I stand tall; I’m stronger than him and slightly taller. I don’t need to cower to him, no matter how dark his gaze is.

Noah raises a hand and strokes my cheek. “Be a good stepbrother. Behave yourself.”

“Why are you hiding who you are? Why pretend all this bullshit? Why not just come out and say you’re gay?” I demand. “It’s not like we live in a place that’s going to string you up for it.”

“You don’t think so?” Noah asks. “You don’t think my father will kick me out and have nothing to do with me ever again? If he doesn’t beat my ass first, that is.”

I square my jaw. “Well, maybe I’m done hiding. After last night, I know what I am.”

“I wouldn’t do anything drastic, Adrian,” Noah warns.

I frown and say, “I’m not scared of anyone, Noah.”

“You should be,” he says. “You think Dad, the biggest homophobe on the planet, is going to let you back into his house when he finds out? You think your football team will accept you? That bunch of macho jocks? What about your frat brothers? Think they’ll accept you?”

I bite my lip.

“Exactly, they won’t, and your life as you know it, will be over. No more scholarship. No more football. No more future.” Noah takes out a knife and casually starts cleaning his fingernails. “So if I were you, I’d just keep this little discovery to yourself. And leave my name out of your mouth.”

I swallow hard.

“My dad has made it clear to me since I was born that I can’t like men.” He continues, “He has made damn well sure I know that under no circumstances is it ever allowed. That God and him will punish me. That pressure keeps me paying those girls. If I were you, I’d do the same. Find yourself a cheery-cheerleader, pretend you’re in love, and lead a normal life. The alternative sucks. The world may seem progressive, but it only feels that way while you’re on their side of the fence.”

I glare at him, but I nod. “Fine.”

“We’re done here now. I’ve got a project to restart, thanks to you.” He walks off.

I take my phone out of my pocket, having recorded the entire conversation. I stop the recording and play it back. I know exactly how I can get my revenge. I can ruin Noah’s reputation for good. I don’t care if anyone finds out about me.

At least, I don’t think I do.

Noah had some good points, though; I need to think about this.

Maybe I can get photos of him pretending to sleep with the girls, where they don’t actually do anything, and post it on social media. That’ll definitely out him as the fraud he is. Then we’ll see who’s in control of the situation.

I walk back to the frat house, and go upstairs to my room. I get out my books and set up to study. I wasn’t paying attention in class today so it’s important I go over today’s work so that I don’t fuck it up in exams later on.

After I’ve read the same sentence about a hundred times, I shut the book. I can’t concentrate, and this is a problem. I get up and lock my door.

I lie down on my bed and pull down my track pants to reveal my soft cock. I reach for some lubricant next to my bedside table, and squirt some straight onto my shaft. I stroke myself, getting hard as I think about Noah jerking off my cock. I try to picture someone else. Declan? Kyle? A teacher? No, my thoughts keep returning to Noah as he looks at me with those raw eyes. The fap, fap, fap, of me jerking my cock fills the room, and I know I should keep it down, but I can’t help myself. I bite my lip, still sore from where Noah bit it, and draw blood. The same blood I tasted last night as he violated me.

Although, I didn’t stop him. I probably could have. A secret part of me had wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to come inside me. I can still feel the warm rush of his seed filling my ass. The thought teeters me toward the edge as I stroke myself faster, applying the same pressure Noah applied to my cock while he fucked my ass.

My balls are constricting, and I grunt. I grab some tissues and come into them. I murmur Noah’s name at the same time, feeling satisfied with myself. I clean up, wracked with guilt for picturing my brother jerking me off. I am, without a doubt, gay, and I don’t want to hide that fact from anyone. How bad could it be to come out?

I get dressed again, and not a moment too soon because there’s a knock at my door. I toss the tissues and hide the lube before I go to the door and open it. “Hey Declan.”

“We found out who called the cops,” he says. “And we’re going to get revenge against him specifically.”

I feel the pit of my stomach bottom out. Please don’t let it be him.

“It was your stepbrother, Noah,” Declan says with a grin. “And we need inside information from you on how best to get back at him.”