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His silent voice.

His silent voice.

Autumn-01

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"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs." Hot sex and a domineering top that could mess him up with just the flick of his finger, that was Dylan's dream guy as a college student. But that dream could only stay one for a virgin like him, despite his wild fetishes, he could only settle for staring at handsome faces walking the streets of campus and not actually approaching them. Guys without the looks, the package, the voice, the smell, and one night stands were options he'd long scraped off his list. Fussy much. Yes, he knew. But what happens after all his fuss, he falls in love at first sight with his new neighbor who was his perfect type, only to get heartbroken at the sight of his girlfriend. He gets drunk at his college party, sleeps with a complete stranger who gives him the wildest night of his life, yet doesn't remember a single thing the next day. He would've kept on with his life without a care, except he keeps getting flashes of the previous night with no memory of his partners face. While on the hunt for who he'd given his life savings to, his family gets invited to a housewarming dinner. He gets introduced to the neighbor's sons who were just around his age. Twins? And an older brother. One of them being dumb(unable to speak) and the other two completely fine. Now he finds himself in a bind as his instinct tells him, he's slept with one of the brothers. But which of the Waltson's had he slept with?!

Chapter 1 Dream.

Dylan's body grow hot as he felt a hand slowly trail up his chest, a soft gasp escaping his lips from the hot and wet feel on his nipples that twitched in expectancy. His shut eyes carefully fell open to meet a feast for the eyes.

Honey brown eyes, brown hair, a bare upper body that flexed in the right places with every move and a smile that said he was about to be eaten up. And his face, just the perfect one he's been dreaming of. This... this was what gets him going.

"You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?"

The thick seductive voice of his soon to be predator made his meat between his legs twitch, he bit down on his lower lip and his hips carefully thrusts up in a plead. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to be touched and made into a mess.

"It's hot."

Getting the message, his predators hands slowly trailed back down his chest till they got between his legs, spreading them wide open. Before Dylan could get flushed up about how exposed he was, a head went down his legs and he arched back with a moan.

"Haa!"

The ecstasy and thrill of being sucked off, the hot thrust that sends a shock through him with every minute while his nipples get played with, he loved it so much it made his head fuzzy. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more, his insides pulsed for more so bad.

With the heat getting to his head, he pulls his predators head off him and begged without a hint of shame.

"Can you just fuck me already?"

His predator fell silent for a minute, then without a warning, Dylan watched his lovely brown eyes glow a changed red as a nasty smirk pulled up his lips. His voice took a deeper tone that made Dylan almost burst out, and he said.

"As you wish... Dylan."

The last thing Dylan remembered was being pounced on and blinking to find himself flinch back to reality on his bed.

What just happened?

"Have a nice dream?"

His head shot to the side to see his sister going through his wardrobe like she owned it.

"Bree? Ugh, what are you doing in my room?" he dragged groggily, pulling his sheet over his chest while being thankful that it hadn't fallen off as usual.

"Don't mind me, I'm just here for your green hoodie and I'll be on my way," she glanced back and shot her annoying smile at him. "You can go back to dreaming whatever you were."

His confidence drained by a lot as he silently prayed he hadn't mumbled some words out of his dream, they weren't pleasant words to hear especially since no one knows why he's stayed single his whole life.

"Get out."

"Already," she pulled out the hoodie "on my way out."

She made her way out and when he heard his door shut, a loud sigh escaped his mouth as he slumped back down his pillow. The wet feel between his legs made him peek down his blanket.

"Really?" he sighed again.

He couldn't remember when he'd last had that. And what was up with the last part of his dream? Fangs and glowing eyes? Has his wish of being roughed up finally made him insane that he would dream of a human-beast going down on him?

"You're crazy Dylan," he mumbled to himself, his eyes still on the ceiling. A minute of silence passed and the next thing he found himself do was smile. "But his voice was so hot. And that face... that face..."

His brow pulled up, that face... he couldn't remember the face.

He sat up straight and shut his eyes. Was he stupid? How could he? How could he forget such a face? A face that shook him up so much he could literally still feel the aftereffect.

"His face..." he carefully searched his memory.

The veiny hands, his hot body, his smirk, his gaze, they were all so clear. His face, slowly started to form, his face... his- ah! He could see it, slightly, he could see it, the blurry image was coming together.

"It's comi-"

"Hey, Dylan," his door flung open. "I heard your department's holding a party today? You're going right?"

Ignore her. You're almost there.

"Dylan," she called again, "Dylan... Dylan! Are you ignoring me?!"

Almost.

"Haa. Some hot guys just moved in next door."

His eyes flew open "What?"

She gave him a dead look and rolled her eyes. "Stupid, are you going or not?"

His eyes fluttered in embarrassment, he fell for it. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I want to know if you're going or not."

"Why are still concerned about what we do at school. Didn't you graduate like five years ago?"

"That was last year you dimwit," she glared, ready to throw a punch.

"It's for the freshmen, okay? So no, I have no business with that."

"But aren't you one of the committee?"

His brain did a quick reset. "Ugh, right."

"Good to know, then." she smiled and stepped out before he could say anything else.

He shook his head tiredly and got up. He should freshen up, he thought while making his way to his bathroom. His eyes met the mirror and he leaned against the washbasin while giving his whole life a quick run through.

Dylan Kerwood. 22 years old college student, currently taking biomedical engineering, side hobby is drawing hot guys and staring at hot guys, secretly gay, single, and looking for a hot man of perfection to fuck him up, destroy him from the inside while he sticks his hot dick inside his mouth while taking him from behind with his fingers, making his unable to think and beg for his life while being spanked so hard his whole body aches in ecstasy.

He chuckled. Just kidding... by a quarter.

How glad he was that no one could read his mind.

Soon after he was done cleaning and dressing up, while also being bombarded with questions from his parents to why he was up so early, he took an early breakfast and stepped out for an errand. His classes weren't until noon, and he'd cleared off all the workload he had in preparation for the night party the previous day.

He had some time to kill.

He swung the door open but froze immediately he stepped on his front porch, his first line of sight being the load truck parked next door. His eyes lit up.

"Bree wasn't lying." he said while unconsciously taking short steps back to sneak a good look in. A curious smile took up his lips while he mumbled to himself. "Does that mean the hot boys are also real."

As soon as he said that, he heard someone call out.

"I'll get that, you go check if I got the pack."

For a minute, Dylan felt his breath get taken away.

Was there ever a time there was no flaw in his type? No, never. It's either, brown haired but no hot body, brown hair and eyes but no glaze, nice body... but blond. Anyway, there was always one issue or the other that shattered his perfectly built image according to his taste.

His taste was a basic one and he knew that much, so he would ask himself why it was so hard to find.

However,

"Oh..."

for the first time in his life,

"My hot daze."

Honey brown beady eyes that has its glaze nature shine even more beautifully in the sun... despite him staring at the man atop the truck which Dylan had zero interest in, soft brown hair that swayed along with the wind, his body flexed as he grabbed two of the boxes and placed each on a his bare shoulders that begged to be licked through his sleeveless shirt. His lips were the epitome of heaven and his sexy smirk directed at something almost made Dylan's legs go weak.

"He's perfect." he found himself whisper.

Just as he watched the perfect guy of his dreams walk back to the house, he got too engrossed in checking him out that he didn't think much of it when he stopped walking. Without a warning, he spun around and their eyes met.

All it took Dylan was a second to embarrass himself.

He spun around as fast as he could- maybe a little too much, forgetting he'd hid himself so much in the corner. His head came in contact with the wall and he fell back to the floor with a silent yelp.

"Fuck!" he groaned out a squeak, clutching hard at the new part of his head that now seemed to hold a piece of his brain. "Shit, shit... shit!"

He let out a quiet cry.

"Hey neighbor, you good?"

Shit!

The concerned voice came closer than expected, and the next thing Dylan could think of was to quietly roll back to his door, pull it open and without looking back, went in and shut the door.

"Dylan, you're back already?" his mom asked in surprise.

His face pulled up a squeeze as he wished he could cry out his pain that couldn't be put into words. Remember what he said about his type not working out for one reason or the other? Another he hated the most... was how he always does something stupid and embarrassing around them.

"Stupid wall. I think I cracked my head." he slid down the door in tears.

Out of nowhere, a knock fell on the door and he thought his heart flew out of his mouth. Why was he knocking on their door?

"Dylan would you quit playing around and see who's at the door?"

"I think I left my phone in the room." his legs scrambled around and he ran past his mom straight up to his room.

"W- Dylan!"

He kept quiet and tried to listen in on the conversation he was going to have with his mom, but he couldn't hear a thing. So he carefully pulled the door open and was greatly disappointed to hear his mom call out.

"It's the milkman, Dylan."

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