Theodore Lyons was waiting.
Waiting for his senior year to end.
Waiting for his father to give him the freedom he desperately craved.
And waiting for Salvadore Zinnetti to tell him exactly what the hell he wanted from him.
If he had one guess, it would be revenge.
It would have been easy to ignore him and keep on waiting, except for the fact that he needed Salvadore as much as Salvadore claimed to need him.
If they were to be allies, then they would need to trust one another.
Easier said than done when Salvadore seemed to hate him.
And these lies of omission were a sure way to get them both killed.
How much would you be willing to pay for freedom? To obtain peace, you must first shed blood, but it wasn’t always going to be your own. Freedom came from a mouth filled with lies. A body coated in deception and the hearts of those you trusted the most. I’ve learned that freedom wasn’t freedom if you lost yourself along the way. I sighed as the morning light filtered through the high windows. My fingers itched as they tried to reach the pristine skin next to me. It was soft and smooth but also taut and filled with hard edges in all the right places. A part of me didn’t move from fear that the moment I did, this would be over. That the fantasy we were currently living would shatter around us. Everything would go to hell today, and it was making me sick. It was still too early in the morning, judging by the sun's rays, but soon the clock would strike eight, and all the walls that had crumbled down last night would let the floodgates in. Not being able to stand it anymore, I tentatively reached for his hair. It was still messy from how much I kept pulling it last night. A soft moan escaped him, and my cock twitched. I can get hard at the worst of times: check. I was really hating myself. Slowly I got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. The floor was a mess, with all of our clothes scattered everywhere. Something tightened in my chest at the sight of my jeans and t-shirt lying with his pants and dress shirt. The reminder that we came from two different worlds were evident in everything we did in life. Even at school, when we had our uniforms on, he always wore them better than I did. I fumbled through life while he barreled through with no fear. I would not be in this predicament if I were more like him. Grabbing my discarded jeans, I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and gripped the edge of the sink. My phone was burning through my pocket. I dreaded taking it out and looking at it. My time here was coming to an end. “Maybe in another life, little cub.” Sal smirked at me as he walked away. You could say this was that other life and things were still as fucked up as they had ever been. Knowing I had to face the music and live with the consequences of my actions, I pulled open the door, only to stop dead at the sight before me. Sal was already awake. He was leaning back on the pillows. His chest was still bare, and I could see all the contours of his abdomen. The perfect sculpted V that I had the pleasure of tracing with my tongue was mocking me. His chest rose as he inhaled the cigarette and then exhaled as his face clouded with smoke. Allowing me a moment to school myself before I saw the face I was about to betray. The smoke cleared out, and Sal looked at me. His eyes were no longer warm, but icy. The smirk he gave me was nothing like the one from last night that had me giving in to what I knew was a bad idea. This was a sneer like the one he wore before we ever became whatever fucked-up mess we were now. He was looking down at me like I disgusted him, and the nerves that were starting to eat at me were demolishing me now. “Do I have time to eat breakfast before the police come and arrest me?” He knew all along. I was fucked.