Chapter 89
Zeno started.
"Hi, Darling, it's me, your darling wife, Georgia Einstein. I've missed you, I've missed us, and I love you, I-"
Sebastian scoffed, interrupting Zeno.
"Carry on," He cleared his throat and went quiet.
Zeno sighed and continued.
"I want to apologize for the misunderstanding that happened years ago; please, let us get back to how we used to be; I know Ken must need his mummy now, and you, too, must need your wife, always here for you, reach out to me with the number below." Zeno stretched the letter to Sebastian.
"The number is below-"
"You think I should call her?" Sebastian sounded offended.
Zeno shrugged, "She's your wife-"
Sebastian was in front of Zeno in a matter of seconds, his arm around his waist, "She's not my wife, Zeno," He leaned his face down to Zeno's and whispered.
Zeno didn't move back, he locked eyes with Sebastian and repeated what he'd said to him when he tried to explain to him about Nicholas, "It's none of my business, Sebastian, it's really not," He shrugged.
Sebastian nodded, "So, you don't mind if I take her back?" He questioned with narrowed eyes.
Zeno nodded, "I don't mind if you decide to take her, or anyone else," He replied.
Sebastian put his hand behind Zeno's neck and moved his face closer, "She's not my wife. I can show you the divorce papers, and she's a liar; nothing she said was true," He explained in a smooth voice.
Zeno was speechless; why was Sebastian holding him as if he wanted to kiss him, yet he didn't?
"I'm not married to anyone, not committed to anyone...you know it. But I know you don't care about whatever I say, you have your Nicholas to worry about. Goodnight, Zeno," He released him and walked out of the room.
Zeno's heart shuddered, he was hurt.
He was hurting so much, so Sebastian still believed there was something between him and Nicholas.
He stared at the letter in his hands, thoughts ran through his mind as he wondered what really happened between these two people.
That night, Zeno struggled before he fell asleep.
He knew Nicholas would be waiting for a reply from him, but he wasn't going to reply to him; it was the last thing he wanted to do.
***
In Ida's room, he was busy getting ready to sleep when he heard a knock on his door, this time, he already knew who it was before he even opened the door, but he opened it nonetheless.
"What do you want, Cody?" He asked as he opened his door and saw Cody standing there in cute white pajamas.
"Nothing, just want to sleep with my friend," He replied innocently.
Ida scoffed, "Nice try, but I'm not interested in fucking you, Cody," Ida said and went to shut the door but Cody deliberately put his hand between the door, letting Ida jam his hand.
"Argh! Ouch! My fingers!" He cried out.
Ida panicked and immediately pulled the door open.
He grabbed Cody's hand and dragged him into his room. "Are you nuts?!" He asked with a mixture of anger and concern.
"I was just trying to stop you from leaving me outside," Cody winced in pain.
"You're crazy..." Ida lifted Cody's hand and stared at his pointy and middle fingers that were turning red.
"You're really crazy..." Ida muttered as he gently massaged the fingers.
Cody placed his hand over Ida's arm, "I'm crazy over you," He whispered.
Ida froze, his heart was racing as he slowly looked up at Cody's eyes, getting lost in them for a while.
"You're crazy over me too, Ida; I know this," Cody moved his good hand up to Ida's face.
But before he could touch his face, Ida stepped away.
"I'm not fucking into you, Cody, sit still and let me get you some ice to aid the swelling," He informed and walked over to the fridge.
Cody was sulking; he wasn't about to let his pain be in vain; he must get at least a kiss from that handsome human in the room with him.
Ida soon returned with a pack of ice, "Sit on the bed," He said to Cody.
Cody obeyed; he walked over to the bed and lowered his bum to it.
Ida went and stood in front of him, taking his hand in his and placing the ice pack on his swollen fingers.
Cody winced, frowning a bit.
The pain made him determined in his resolution: he wanted a kiss, and he would get it.
Slowly, he started to unbutton his white pajama shirt, locking his hot gaze on Ida, who was trying his best to concentrate on applying the ice pack to the swollen fingers.
"Ida..." Cody called in a sultry voice.
Ids refused to look at him, focusing g on his beautiful fingers, even his fingers were seducing him.
Cody unbuttoned his shirt to his chest, leaving his clean-toned chest exposed.
He lifted his free hand and placed it on Ida's arm, seductively tracing it up his bicep; seeing that Ida didn't move to push him away, he smirked and slowly removed his hand from Ida.
Ida paused and stared at him, his eyes darkening with lust when he saw the way Cody was looking, his face was so beautiful, and his opened chest radiated under the light.
Cody stepped forward and covered the space between them, he placed one of his hands around Ida's neck and the other one on his chest.
Cody locked eyes with Ida as he slowly slid his hand down from Ida's chest. He reached his abd and slid his hand into his shirt, tracing his abs.
Ida gritted his teeth, fighting himself from responding to Cody.
No words were said; Cody had a determined look, while Ida had an observant look; he wanted to see what Cody planned on doing if he didn't respond to him.
"You've been ignoring me, Ida," Cody slid his hand up to Ida's chest, using his thumb to circle his nipple, his fingers behind Ida's head sneaking into his hair and slowly massaging his hair.
"I've not been ignoring you," Ida replied, closing his eyes and sighing; Cody's hands and fingers on his hair and his nipple were clouding his reasoning; he couldn't push him away even though he wanted to.
Cody tipped his toes and lifted his face close to Ida's, "That's a lie; you've not spoken to me all day; is that how not ignoring someone?" He whispered close to Ida's lips.
"That's not ignoring, Cody, that was me acting how any other person would act toward a distant friend," Ida replied.
Cody frowned. "Ouch. That hurt, a distant friend?" He bit his lips and rubbed his nose against Ida's.
"Cody..." Ida's voice was strained as if he was holding himself back from doing something to Cody.
"Yes, Ida...you said I'm just a distant friend right?" His hands left Cody's nipple and went down.
He went down his abs and past his waistband, cupping him right between the legs.
Ida gasped, gritting his teeth.
"Cody, stop..." Ida warned.
"What? Why? I thought we were just friends?" He whispered sexily.
Ida nodded, "We are."
Cody scoffed, he kissed the side of Ida's lips and whispered, "It's warm, it's big, and it's fucking hard...friends don't get hard for each other,"
Ida sighed, "Stop Co-mm..."
Cody shut Ida up with a kiss. He was done playing games with him.
He kissed him hard and urgently, tilting his head for a better angle; he slowly slid his tongue into Ida's mouth, smiling as Ida automatically sucked on it.
The hand that Ida had been keeping to himself urgently found Cody's waist, he held his waist and drew him closer to himself, deepening the kiss.
He gasped and suddenly broke away from the kiss when he felt Cody's hand slipping into his waistband.
"Cody, don't..." He sighed and stepped away.
Cody frowned, "But you kissed me back," Cody accused, breathing heavily.
Ida rubbed his face, "I...I'm sorry," He apologized.
Cody scoffed and started to walk toward him again, but Ida moved back, trying to avoid Cody's touch.
"Sorry? Come on, Ida. You're old enough to know what you want, and you know you want me; you burn for me; why are you fighting it?" Cody asked, staring at Ida sexily.
Ida felt his heel touch the wall beside his door and closed his eyes, he knew there was no way to escape Cody again.
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