Complex

WARNING: The following story contains graphic man on man sex scenes.

Nick placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, already knowing that this was going to be a stressful morning. Charlotte just had to pack every fucking thing she owned to bring to their new apartment in the upper parts of Section 3 in Shoreview, Jordansberg. He began ascending the steps with only his duffel bag, the cigarette still being smoked.
"Nick, can you be of any help?" He turned and looked down at Charlotte who pointed at her suitcase. He didn't say a word but went down to get it and continued going up. He made it to his floor and followed the doors down to his apartment number.
"Um, sir?" He turned around. A black, heavy set woman stared at him in disbelief. "There is no smoking in the complex, please and thank you." He blew his last smoke into the air then found the nearest trash can to throw it in. He pulled out his keys and began to unlock the door when he muttered, "Fat bitch."

Khalique grounded out his cigarette against the building wall as he bebopped on down the sidewalk. Khalique was always upbeat. He occasionally checked out his scenery, looking behind him or so. Often he had to pull up his sagging jeans. When he made it to his destination, an apartment complex, he generously held open the door for a young woman.
"You need help with anything?" Khalique asked. She looked up the stairs and then back at her belongings.
"Yeah, can you just get that box?"
"No problem. So you just moving in?"
"Yep."
"New here, to this spot?" He asked as he climbed up the stairs behind her.
"Yeah." When they reached the landing she pointed to the apartment so that she could stay back to retie her shoelaces.
"Don't want any accidents," Khalique said and set the box down in front of the door just when it opened. Khalique stood up and was face to face with a young guy. A pretty attractive one he would admit. He was a darker shade of butterscotch with a nice, lined up fade and intense golden brown eyes. They both stared at each other almost mesmerized.
"I'm guessing this your box?" Khalique broke the silence. The young woman came over to them.
"Nick, can you please pick up the box so I can get through," she asked. Nick pulled his eyes away from Khalique to look at her then the box. Nick picked it up and when he stood and looked back up Khalique was gone.

Tré came inside of Devon then rolled over to sit up on the edge of the bed where he lit then smoked the rest of his joint.
"I guess I don't need to ask you how it was," Devon remarked. Tré tossed his lighter down.
"You gonna fucking start again?"
"Nah." Devon quickly rolled out of bed himself. "I'm gonna take a fucking shower instead." And with that Tré had the room to himself. He blew smoke into the air in a carefree manner. With a lick and a bite at his lip he contemplated the situation for a few seconds. Only a few seconds.

Devon sat on the bathtub floor as the water hit and sprayed him from all angles. He heard Tré coming into the bathroom so he stood up. Tré opened the curtain but didn't get in. Devon stared at the guy who he could say was his high school sweetheart. They've dated since 9th grade and were heading onto the age of 24. So many years of being together without a break and they both knew that it was tearing them apart. But the love for one another was still there. Neither one wanted to leave each other because they were all they knew. Devon stared at Tré's well toned mocha colored body, handsome face and black, curly hair. Tré kissed him.
"I love you, you know that?" Devon simply nodded.
"I love you too." Devon wasn't fooled. He knew they both only half meant it. "I'm going to get dressed now." Devon chose to head out and get some air. He took the elevator instead of the stairs.
"Can you hold it!" He quickly prevented the doors from closing so the guy could get in. "Thank you." Devon payed him no mind and just stared at the floor. On their way going down the elevator stopped. Both of the guys were used to this. The elevator every so often got stuck for no longer than 2 minutes. Devon finally looked up at the other guy and found that he was staring at Devon with a look that Devon couldn't read.
"You live on my floor, right?" He asked. Devon just shrugged. "Khalique." He reached his hand out to Devon.
"Devon." Who took it. Khalique continued to stare at him. "What?" Devon finally asked. The elevator proceeded to function
"Nothing," Khalique said and with that he was first to get out of the elevator. Devon knew that it wasn't nothing, but he just shook his head and wipped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

Charlotte was already aggravating Nick. He wasn't interested in packing and he damn sure wasn't enthused about unpacking. Charlotte was so picky as to where she wanted everything to go.
"No Nick, I want the mirror over there!" Nick looked at his wall then her's. He gave her an intense look of puzzlement.
"Does the fuck it matter?"
"Yes!" She said and snatched it out of his hands.
"Fuck!" He swore to himself and walked away. He wanted another cigarette but the fat bitch will probably run into him and cuss him out in the hall and Charlotte would cuss him out for doing it in the new apartment. She didn't like the funk in the house, all over her walls, clothes, and furniture, so he took it out back of the building.
"Yo! Can I bum a cigarette?" Nick turned around as a black guy was approaching him. With the cigarette lit and in his mouth he squinted from the smoke as he got another cigarette out of his box. "Thanks." The black guy took a few steps away as he lit and took his first drag. Nick faced the other way. He leaned against the wall and took another drag. "You new around here?" Nick looked to his left where the black guy stood.
"Why you ask?" The guy shrugs.
"You don't look familiar."
"So you, like, know everyone in the building or something?" Nick watched as the guy's face turned into an amused expression.
"Nah, not really but I am observant, I've never seen you around."
"Never been around." Nick took another drag. The black guy nodded.
''I figured as much. The name's Tré." The guy didn't stick out a hand or anything.
"Nick."
"Nice to meet you, Nicholas." Nick paused and flicked away his dead cigarette.
"I said Nick."
"Okay."
"So why'd you call me Nicholas?" Tré had Nick's full attention.
"Is your name short for that?"
"Okay, yeah, but I go by Nick."
"But I like Nicholas," Tré smiled. Nick stared at his dimples with that same look of puzzlement as Tré backed away, still smiling, then turned around disappearing around the corner.

"Should I cut my hair?" Devon asked as he fussed with it in the mirror.
"I love your locks, babe," Tré said without paying him much attention.
"Okay. It's getting late, did you eat?"
"A while ago. I'm not hungry."
"Well, I got class in the morning so I'm about to knock out."
"Alright." Tré kissed his forehead and left the bedroom. Devon felt a little empty but continued on with his plan to go to bed.
Devon went to one of the state colleges in Section 3. Tré had went on to work after high school and ended up as the manager of Starbucks. Devon was trying to finish up graduate school so that he could graduate with his Master's. Tré was already gone by the time he woke up to go to class. Every morning Tré has made him a drink of either a latte, cappuccino, coffee or hot chocolate in any flavor. It was his specialty. Devon still felt loved when Tré did this. He grabbed his latte of the morning and headed out. Because they had bills to pay Devon also worked part time. Devon exited the building when he heard someone calling after him.
"Hey! Wait up a second!" Devon turned around to look back at the complex building. It was that guy from the elevator, Devon recognized. Khalil or Kenny, maybe. He caught up to Devon and beamed a smile down on him. "You mind if I walk with you?"
"Why would you chose to walk with me?"
"I'm heading in the same direction you're going in and I wanted to chat with someone on my walk." Devon simply nodded and continued walking. It was nerve-racking to walk so close to another guy besides Tré.
"You're offly quiet. I take it you're shy."
"Something like that," Devon shrugged. "I also just met you."
"I've seen you around before, like I said I think we live right across from each other. It's Devon, right?"
"Yeah." Devon felt kind of bad for having nothing else to say but his mind was so filtered and his mouth so dry.
"Who's that guy you live with?" Devon continued to look straight ahead still feeling the weight of the guy's presence.
"He's my boyfriend," Devon stated.
"I thought so." Devon finally looked back at him. Out of nowhere his name popped back in his head: Khalique. That's what it was! Khalique had an attractive, hard swagger about him. He had an angular, solid head with his hair cut really short with a lined fade. He wore studs in his ears and had an eyebrow piercing. Devon saw him pull up his jeans which Devon could already tell looked like a habit. Devon wasn't sure if he'd seen Khalique around... and maybe that was a good thing... "So where are you heading?" Khalique continued. Devon tried to water his dry mouth a little.
"To school." Devon couldn't keep his eyes off Khalique it seemed but Khalique only looked at him every so often.
"That's what's up," he said, not looking at Devon. "I did the whole college thing for two years and graduated but no more."
"So what do you do now?"
"I work at a community center. I'm a staff member and work with kids usually from 8 to 17 years old."
"That's nice."
"They're gremlins sometimes." Devon chuckled. "You have a nice smile, Devon." Devon smiled at Khalique.
"Thank you." He blushed a little.
"Are you black?" Devon should be used to this question by now but he was still startled when Khalique asked it. The feeling passed and he chuckled.
"As far as I know I am. My parents are just really light skinned."
"Really, really light skinned. I mean your skin can pass for white and you have blue eyes but I still got this impression from your facial features that you were black." This was true. Devon was the lightest black guy he knew. His parents convinced him he was black even though they were similarly light skinned as him. He got his locks of chestnut brown curls from his mom and his baby blue eyes from his dad. But he had grown up knowing he was black and had a hard time convincing others. But what finally kicked in was the fact that his appearance, rather structure of his face and just the air about him gave off a "blackness". People were usually convinced when they noticed it. Even Tré was skeptical when they first became friends and met in 8th grade. It kind of annoyed Devon when people tried to tell him that he wasn't black.
"And I am. It gets really aggravating when people tell me I'm not." Devon heard Khalique suck his teeth.
"The nerve of people."
"Yeah." And he went back to looking at Khalique.

Nick drove around in a truck all day delivering packages. He was bumping along on the road that morning smoking a cigarette. He had a tendency to squint his eyes even when the presence of cigarette smoke wasn't around. He didn't have bad eyes but it was moreso a habit. He smoked on his cigarette with both hands on the steering wheel as he squinted through the windshield. He pulled up to his desination and hopped on out of the truck with two packages in hand. He shook the smallest one and guessed there were books in there. Nick laid them down on the porch steps and went back to his truck.
On his lunch break he went to Subway. While waiting in line he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hey, Nicholas." He turned around and there stood the black guy with the dimples who wanted to bum a cigarette. His name was shorter but Nick failed to remember and it looked like he sensed it. "Name's Tré."
"And the name's Nick." Tré chuckled.
"Okay, Nicholas." Nick started to feel a little agitated but just ordered his sandwich so he could leave.
"Not so fast, where you going?" Tré called when they were both served and Nick was about to head out. Nick turned and faced Tré.
"The fuck do you want, bro?"
"You want to sit and eat?" Tré asked calmly. Nick didn't see why he gave himself time to think but his lunch break wouldn't be over anytime soon. Nick found a seat and sat. Tré sat across from him.
"What did you want to sit down about?" Nick asked. Tré contemplated his thoughts.
"Tell me something interesting." Nick sat there and stared at Tré for a good few seconds.
"The fuck you mean?"
"Tell me something interesting, anything." Nick didn't want to play games.
"You tell me something." He sat back and intensly stared at Tré. Tré ruffled up his hair and leaned back in his chair staring at the table. Nick dug into his sandwich.
"I think about fucking you." Tré looked at Nick. Nick stopped chewing. He slowly looked up to the guy across from him.
"What?" He was mostly shocked as he didn't know where this was coming from or how to react or what to say.
"You heard me," was all he responded. Nick put his sandwich away.
"Well stop having those thoughts," was all he could muster to say and with that he hastly got up and left. Tré not following. Nick violently hopped in the driver's seat of the truck trying to calm down his pounding heart.

"What happened now?" Khalique asked with a slight bit of boredom in his voice.
"Go ahead, answer for yourself Maria," the other staff member asked the 16 year old girl. Maria rolled her eyes. The girl next to her, Natasha, didn't look at any of them. "They were fighting," the staff member finally told Khalique.
"Well I guess you two won't be participating in activities today," Khalique said. Maria gasped.
"No! C'mon Khalique, please no," Natasha said.
"I don't want to hear it. Stop fighting all the damn time. I'll sign you girls to leave out after homework hour and you two can then go home." And with that he walked away. He learned to be a disciplinarian on these kids. You couldn't act soft otherwise they'd walk all over you. Khalique had to deal with more bad behavior that it put him in a funk for the rest of the day. He had gotten Devon's number earlier in the day so he figured to text him and ask if he wanted to go get drinks. Khalique was happy to look forward to something when Devon said 'Sure'.

Charlotte was always telling Nick to do this and do that. It pissed him off most of the time. But today after work it didn't really get to him. Tré had beat her to it. He kept thinking about the small conversation they had. As the day wore on he managed to calm himself down and tried to really decipher what he meant and why'd he say it. Was he gay or something? Or joking him? He thought it over as he brought the laundry down to the basement. He had considered smoking a cigarette.
"Fuck it," he said and lit one. It was quiet and he was the only one down there as the machines ran.
"We have got to stop meeting like this." The voice startled him and he quickly put out his cigarette. He looked over and realized it was Tré and his heart started pounding again. Nick watched Tré use an empty washer. He turned to Nick and passed something to him. It was a cigarette. He looked up at Tré who had started to light one of his own. He motioned for Nick to put the cigarette in his mouth. When he did Tré lit it for him. Nick felt something happening inside him that he couldn't identify with. Tré pulled away and placed his lighter away. Nick exhaled.
"What did you mean earlier?" Nick finally asked. He couldn't keep his eyes off Tré. Tré smiled as he looked at Nick.
"I had meant what I said, Nicholas."
"So.... does that mean you're, like, gay or something?" Tré looked amused.
"Or something," he said and laughed. "I live with my boyfriend." Nick nodded.
"And I live with my girlfriend." Nick read the expression on Tré's face. A look of shock and disappointment.
"Really?"
"Yeah. So I don't think it's safe for you going around telling guys that you think about fucking them. Luckily I wasn't the type to punch you out." And with that he turned to face his washer.
"Is that right? A straight guy can be unhappily in a relationship with a woman and not know that being with guy could be an eye opener." Nick gave him a look of hated disgust out the side of is eye.
"Are you trying to imply that I'm unhappy with my girlfriend? Do you just think you know it all?" The audacity was killing Nick. He felt he might be close to strangling him.
"Not at all, Nicholas."
"Good. So go back to your boyfriend and let me be to my girlfriend." He put the cigarette out and completely tuned Tré out. A few seconds had passed.
"If you want to chill sometime here's my number." Tré passed his number written on a piece of paper to Nick. Nick glanced at it and took it. He slowly faced Tré and tore the paper in half in front of his face and let the pieces fall. Tré just smirked and then slowly backed away and left. Nick rolled his eyes. When he looked down at the floor he noticed both pieces had fallen face up, the number still in Nick's view.

"Sounds like a rough day," Devon said then took a sip from his glass. Khalique was sitting close besides him.
"Yeah man, I go through the shit close to everyday."
"Dang."
"I love them brats, though. I'm like a big brother to them." Devon smiled at how sincere Khalique was. "Enough about my shit, how was yours?" Devon chuckled then sipped
"Boring. I had boring classes today and have to study for boring mid-finals. So your day was a tad bit more interesting."
"I guess." Khalique shrugged and chuckled. "So, how long have you been dating your boyfriend?" Devon stared at the table as he slowly licked his lips. He could feel Khalique's eyes on him.
"Very long time." He took his last gulp and Khalique did the pleasure of waving to the bartender, calling out for another round. Khalique was all eyes on Devon. "Since 9th grade."
"Yikes. Shouldn't you two be getting married by now? I mean it is legal in Shoreview."
"That's not on my mind and I don't think it's on his." It turned silent after Devon spoke. Devon felt comfortable to open up to his feelings. "We're drifting apart," he began. "I have love for him but I'm not in love with him anymore. He's the only guy I've ever been with. I'm scared to leave him but at the same time I want more of something else." Khalique smiled.
"You need a little adventure. It'll spark the relationship right back up."
"No, that might have been tried a time or two but I think it's him." Khalique looked out the window at the evening night.
"Not much traffic on the road," he inputted. Devon was confused and a little hurt that he wasn't paying attention to him.
"Okay..."
"This is going to be cheesy as fuck but c'mon." Khalique grabbed Devon and dragged him into the night air.
"What the hell?" Devon was startled and slightly tipsy. Khalique took him into the middle of the street and turned to face him. "Why the hell are we in the middle of the street?" Khalique smiled big and wide.
"Adventure," he replied and then passionately kissed Devon. Devon hadn't felt this moved in a long time, but this was grander and more exciting so he kissed back. He heard a honk or two but otherwise the street wasn't too busy, not that he gave a damn.

Nick couldn't even fuck Charlotte without thinking about Tré's smirk, what he had said, and his number that had laid at his feet.
"Okay, we're done," Charlotte said and pushed Nick off of her. She grabbed her robe and looked down at Nick. He laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. "Is there something wrong?" She asked with an attitude.
"Maybe," Nick admitted to himself.

Devon couldn't keep the smile off his face. He felt young again; a boy again. A boy with a crush. He went inside his apartment and started humming. Occasionally he'd chuckle from remembering some of the things that he and Khalique talked about. He took a shower and hummed in there as well.
"Is that you making that noise?" Devon heard Tré's voice and opened the shower curtain. Tré had a confused look on his face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," he answered and went back to his shower. Tré was a little suspicious of Devon's upbeat attitude but he didn't dwell on it. He laid in bed scrolling through his newsfeed on his phone when Devon startled him, jumping onto his lap.
"Shit!" Tré exclaimed while Devon started kissing his neck. Tré backed him up. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Devon had a mischievous look on his face. "I just want you tonight," he said into Tré's neck. "Really really really want you." Tré watched Devon in shock as he quickly maneuvered taking off Tré's bottoms and proceeded to hop on the dick.

"My boyfriend fucked the shit out of me last night," Tré said. He was puzzling over the situation. Nick sat across from him, stone still, his face bordering on blank. They were having lunch again at Subway. Tré smirked to himself. "He's cheating on me." Nick's face twitched and then the bewilderment hit.
"Wait... what? How the fuck do you figure?" Tré looked up at Nick.
"Because we don't fuck like that anymore," he simply replied. Nick shrugged and thought of an idea.
"Maybe he was hornier that night." Tré shook his head.
"I know Devon, but he was different last night." Tré didn't know how or what to feel about it either. And Nick sure as hell didn't know what to do.
"My break is about to end soon, yours too probably," Nick said. Nick had gave in. Tré's number was so simple that he recalled it just from the two glances he got from looking at the paper. He didn't know what his intentions would be. He damn sure didn't want to open the gate to his anus up to Tré. He thought Tré might even rub it in his face that Nick had called like he figured he would. But Nick was surprised when Tré didn't sound any different. If anything he seemed to be lost in thought about his boyfriend. Indifferent to Nick's call. It kind of... upset Nick. Nick calls Tré and all Tré focuses on is his boyfriend. Nick didn't sign up to be a girlfriend or lend a shoulder to cry on to Tré's problems. But he didn't know what he was signing up for. Finally Tré really looked at Nick.
"I'm sorry to bring this to your door, Nick," Tré said. Nick stared at him.
"You called me Nick." Tré rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, it's your name right?" Nick hesitated.
"You can call me Nicholas," he said and then awkwardly stood up to leave but before he did he noticed the slow smile form on Tré's face.

"There's someone here for you, Khalique," one of the staff members said. Khalique was sitting but turned his head to face her. He gave her the facial expression that asked, 'Who?' He was sitting at a table with some of the teenagers as they did their homework. "Some guy named Devon," she answered his unspoken question with a shrug. Khalique hopped out of his chair.
"Okay, uh, I'll be right back." He was a little nervous and eager to see what Devon wanted. Khalique was seriously crushing on Devon, it did discourage him knowing that Devon had a boyfriend, but he was hoping that he could steal Devon all to himself. Khalique hadn't had many serious relationships in the past. He dated a girl for a majority of time, lying to himself that he was interested. If things go well as he had planned, Devon would be the first guy that he was seriously with. He's had sex with other guys but the relationships weren't serious and didn't go anywhere. He found Devon down the hall and around the corner where it was deserted.
"Hey," Khalique smiled. "It took a while to find you."
"I'm sorry," Devon smiled back. "I was just looking at the art work." They looked at the children's work together, side by side.
"Yeah, we do a lot of art activities."
"I like that you like kids and that you work with them," Devon confessed.
"Thank you. I'll be honest." Devon faced him. "At the time I just needed a job. I didn't know how much these kids would grow on me."
"I understand and that's okay," Devon said. Khalique found himself acting a little timid. Devon noticed it too. "Hey, are you okay?" He held Khalique's arms. "Are you actually shying from me today?" Khalique shook his head.
"Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into me. I just really like you, Devon." Devon looked at him a little longer before he moved closer to kiss Khalique. Khalique was more than happy to kiss back.
"Meet up with me after. I have an evening class later but I should be done by 6," Devon whispered. Khalique simply nodded.

Tré was at home alone that evening. Devon still hadn't come back from class. He texted him a few times but he didn't get any replies. This caused him to pace his room. In the middle of it the doorbell sounded. He paused for a few seconds before going to the door. He ruffled his hair as he made his way to the door.
"Who is it?" He called. He looked out the peep hole anyways.
"Nick," Nick's voice answered. Tré opened the door and let him in. Nick hesitated before coming in. He looked around. "Is your boyfriend here?" Nick noticed that Tré looked a little preoccupied and forlorn. Tré shook his head and closed his door.
"I'm sorry Nick-"
"I said you can call me Nicholas." Tré seemed to wake up and stared at Nick. His look of amusement hit his face and Nick honestly felt glad to see it. It was the Tré he was familiar with. He started to chuckle then and that confused Nick.
"I was going to call you Nicholas," Tré said as he moved closer to Nick. Nick blushed a little.
"Oh."
"But thank you, I think I needed that." Tré moved on to the kitchen. "You want something to drink? I make a mean cappuccino." Nick couldn't help but smile. He walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure, but make my shit fast," Nick said playfully as he sat down at the kitchen table. Tré turned and gave Nick a look of astonishment and amusement. He walked up on Nick, testing him, staring down at him.
"Or what, nigga?" They were smiling at each other. Nick gave him a little push.
"Don't fuck with me, faggot, make my shit!" Tré began to crack up laughing. Nick was chuckling as well. Tré resumed his stance.
"As quickly as I let you in I can let your ass back out."
"On a real quick tip?"
"You guessed it, little bitch," Tré said and with that he shoved his fingers into Nick's forehead. Nick smacked his hand away and stood up. Next thing they knew they were play fighting. Hitting, grabbing and making a ruckus. Tré accidentally hit his stereo and "Brooklyn Zoo" by Old Dirty Bastard started blaring. They stood a few feet apart, smirking at each other. Then they threw themselves at each other. They tossed around on the floor as they play fought. The music had their adrenaline going and put them in a hyped mood. They were breathing hard but still eyed each other, trying to figure each other's next move. They circled each other. Tré tried to kick Nick but he grabbed his leg and pushed him away. Nick in turn came at him with a punch. Tré ducked and grabbed Nick around the waist from behind and tossed him on the couch. Nick rolled off the couch and tripped Tré as he tried to walk away. Nick jumped on top of him and they started wrestling on the floor again. Tré was on top but it was hard for any of them to get in a blow because they were both blocking each other. A few things around the place started to fall to the floor. Nick had gotten up and started to playfully stomp on and kick Tré. Tré threw blows at Nick's shins.
"Get up, bitch!" Nick yelled. Tré kicked Nick's shin and that brought him down. Tré started to punch at Nick's arms. Nick got him in his stomach. Tré crawled away. Nick came up behind him and put him in a head lock. "Give up?"
"You think you bad, nigga?" Tré said then elbowed Nick low in his abdomen. Nick bent over so Tré punched him in the back. Nick back slapped Tré. Tré laughed from the smack. Nick grabbed Tré and tossed him onto the couch landing on top of him. Nick couldn't think of a next move especially when Tré was perfectly still underneath him, staring up at him. By this time the song was near its end and Tré knew it was going to get silent in the room after it. Tré reached out and grabbed Nick around his neck. His grip was pretty tight. Nick stared intently back into Tré's eyes equally hypnotized as Tré was. Tré brought Nick's face closer to his. "I won," he said and started laughing. Nick slapped his hand away. Tré leaned his head back still catching his breath and chuckling while Nick let his head fall into Tré's neck. Nick didn't know what came over him but he soon realized after that he left a kiss on Tré's neck. And Tré didn't hide the fact that he felt it. He slowly looked back at Nick as Nick pulled his head back up.
"You still think about fucking me?" Nick asked in a whisper. Tré was a little thrown off and confused by the turn of events. But he slowly nodded his head. He roughly grabbed Nick by his chin, not playing with him this time, and brought him down to his lips for a kiss. Within a couple of seconds Nick was relaxed and kissing back. Their kissing was rough; tongues going deep, teeth biting lips, teeth clashing into each other. Nick didn't get enough of this with Charlotte and he wanted more; to do what he's never done and that's get rough. Tré threw his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Tré kissed and ran his teeth all over Nick's abs as he pulled Nick's shirt off of him. They were both topless. Nick could feel himself becoming hard and didn't understand why that was. Why was he so aroused by Tré? Tré reversed his position so that he was now on top. Tré began to undo Nick's jeans while Nick's heart raced as he watched Tré. Tré aggressively opened Nick's jeans and pulled his dick in his mouth. Nick's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a loud moan. He began to pant as Tré made his toes curl up. Nick let a few profanities fly out. Charlotte rarely gave him head and the head he was given in the past no where near compared to Tré's and what he was doing. Nick could feel his climax coming. Tré used his tongue, teeth, and hands. Nick couldn't take much anymore and came inside of Tré's mouth. He exhaled and shuddered numerously in exstacy.
"Fuck!" Nick muttered to himself as he rubbed his closed eyes. He felt Tré leave the room but Nick couldn't move. He needed a cigarette so fucking bad. He stared hypnotized at the ceiling until Tré came back. Tré was standing over his head, shirtless, steady staring at the floor, hands on hips. Nick looked down at himself. All of a sudden the realization of it all hit him. He quickly sat up and pulled himself together; dick back in boxers. Once that was done he sat there still, trying to understand while picturing what just happened. He was still confused at how they ended up play fighting let alone having oral sex! Nick groaned into his hands. Another song started to play. Nick looked up and found Tré near the stereo. The song was "Nothing Even Matters" by Lauryn Hill featuring D' Angelo. Nick couldn't help to chuckle. Tré came and sat down next to him, Nick facing him.
"You like the old school shit?" Nick smirked as his eyes looked over and at him. Tré smiled and shrugged.
"I guess so." Nick watched Tré with just the music in the background. "Why did you come over?" Tré looked at Nick as he asked.
"I was home alone and you have a tendency to stay in my thoughts." Nick watched as Tré blushed.
"Why thank you. You're acting really nice tonight. It's refreshing." Nick laughed.
"I'm an asshole a lot, I can't help it."
"You don't have to," Tré said dead to his face. Nick's eyes and face softened. "I brushed my teeth by the way." Nick chuckled and Tré moved in for a kiss. They sat on the couch kissing tenderly.

Devon's eye shot open. His other eye was pressed flat into the pillow. He sat up a little and looked around for his phone. It was after noon.
"Shit!" He swore to himself. He sat up but slowed down. The pain coming from his head was intense. He looked at himself and realized he was naked and in an unfamiliar bed. Oddly he couldn't remember last night. He did remember being with Khalique, but Khalique wasn't in the bed. Did they really have sex? Devon felt kind of bad for not remembering, but he had a whole list of other problems to worry about too. He missed class but worst than that, there was Tré. "Fuuuuuuuck..." Devon moaned to himself. How was he going to explain this to Tré. He remembered not answering any of Tré's messages too. "He probably thinks I'm in an alley dead somewhere." Devon didn't know where to start. So he missed a morning class... his next one started in an hour so he began putting his clothes back on that were lying on the floor. Next there was Khalique. "Khalique?" Devon called and got no reply. "Is he even here?" He was confused as to where Khalique could be because after school programs started after school and it was only 12:23 p.m. Which meant he must of went out. Devon checked his phone for messages. Of course there were a bunch from Tré and there was one from Khalique from a little over an hour ago. It was the first thing that Devon read. Khalique had got called in for a meeting at the center and then planned on picking up some groceries after. For some reason reading that text brought on memories from last night. Devon exhaled because if it wasn't obvious that they had sex last night then his memories were proof. Devon's eyes wandered to Tré's name in his phone. He felt horrible. The realization that he cheated on Tré, has been cheating on Tré, stabbed him. Devon didn't have an excuse and the awkwardest thing was he lived right across the hall. He left Khalique a quick text and proceeded to carefully, without being seen, leave Khalique's apartment. Devon saw that the hall was empty. He turned his back and faced Khalique's door as he slowly closed it. When he turned around and looked up his life shot out of his body. All of a sudden there was this guy facing him in the hall. Devon noticed the guy was equally as startled. "You scared me," Devon mumbled.
"Sorry," the guy mumbled back. Devon went around him and to his apartment. He happened to turn back around to get a clearer look at the guy, but he was long gone into the apartment across the hall a few doors down. Once back in his apartment the first thing Devon noticed was that the apartment looked a mess. Devon swore to himself. Tré probably blew a fuse last night over him not replying.
"Tré?" Devon called. Tré came walking out of the bedroom without a shirt on. They stared at each other for a while not saying a thing. "I like what you've done to the place," Devon finally says. Tré gives a nervous chuckle and says, 'Yeah'. Devon face turns heartbroken. "Were you really that upset last night? I ended up crashing at my friend's place last night, Toya. We actually have a class in less than an hour." Devon came up with a lie on the spot. Tré was scratching at his head.
"Yeah, I wish you could have informed me but the nights over so... you should get ready for class." Devon was relieved inside. He made his way to the bathroom.
"Okay and I woke up late, ended up missing my morning class." He closed the bathroom door and leaned against the sink counter, staring at the faucet.

Nick sat absent minded on the couch while his girl blew up on him. He tuned her out...

Khalique read Devon's message and smiled to himself. He was convinced that he liked Devon a lot without a doubt. He really wish he knew how he could seal the deal with Devon. Devon confided in him about his relationship with Tré. Khalique figured 'Shit happens'. Khalique went back to his complex with a few grocery bags. He made a detour to check his mailbox. Once in his apartment he put away his groceries. While doing that he heard a loud door slam a few apartments down then some footsteps down the hall. He shrugged, pulled up his jeans and brought his attention back to his pantry. Afterwards Khalique checked his mail.
"Bills, bills, bills, shit, more shit." He tossed the envelopes onto his end table. One piece of mail caught his attention. It wasn't his. Khalique studied the piece of mail while moving to his apartment door. The address on the envelope was just a few doors down. He left out and walked down the hall. As he stood in front of the door he remembered the apartment. He had helped the lady with that box. He rapped on the door, it opened a few seconds later. Khalique recognized the guy that stood before him. He was the same guy that Khalique had stared at for a moment when he first came to this door. It was something about him that Khalique found appealing. He looked at the envelope in his hand then back at the guy.
"Nicholas?" He asked. Nick gave him a straight face as he slowly nodded his head. Khalique thought this guy could almost pass for a zombie. "Well, this was in my pile of junk, I mean mail," Khalique said to be funny and he was glad when Nick's facial muscles shifted into a smile. He handed it over and Nick looked it over. Khalique could already tell what it was. Nick looked at Khalique and at the same time, without meaning to, they both said, 'Bill', in a matter of fact tone. Nick was pretty surprised and Khalique chuckled. "Like I said, junk." Khalique started to walk away but stopped when Nick said, 'Hey'. Khalique came back.
"What's your name?"
"It's Khalique, I live a few apartments down." Nick's eyes squinted.
"So, did you hear the door slam earlier?" Khalique took a second to think.
"That was coming from your place?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that." Nick's gaze was down to the side at the ground and he looked genuinely sorry.
"Nah, it's all good." They remained standing in front of each other in silence. Each one interested in the other but not knowing how to go about it. "So that was your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, she can be a pain."
"I believe you."
"Have any of your own problems with your girl."
"Not really being that I'm gay." Khalique slanted his lip after he said that without feeling apologetic for saying it. Nick gave him a straight face then said 'Everyone's gay'. Khalique took a second to think.
"I wouldn't say everyone," he shrugged.
"Do you have a boyfriend then?" Khalique stared down then looked back up at Nick after a few seconds.
"Not really." Khalique paused. "It was nice talking to you, Nick. Is Nick cool?" Nick's lip twitched.
"Yeah, it's fine."
"Okay. You're welcome over at any time, I'm just the door over, down," Khalique pointed. Nick nodded then shut the door after Khalique left.

Something changed in Nick and he couldn't explain it. Eventually he heard Charlotte return. They made eye contact.
"Did you just sit around all day?" Nick was confused.
"What you mean? You only been gone like maybe an hour. Are you going to continue to find every small, little thing to get pissed at me over?"
"You do it to yourself," she said as she walked into the kitchen. Nick followed.
"You plan on explaining that?" Charlotte slammed a cabinet and abruptly turned to face Nick.
"Since being here you have been acting like a weirdo or something."
"A weirdo," Nick repeated.
"Yeah! Just weird. Like with you not coming home last night."
"And I explained that I met a friend across the hall who I stayed with."
"And not only that but it seems like lately you can't even fuck me anymore! You don't have an excuse for that Nick."
"Oh my- you must just like arguing for fun. This gets you off, right?"
"More than you can, I guess."
"Wow, okay, fuck you then." Nick left the room and Charlotte followed behind him.
"That's the thing, you fucking dumbfuck, you don't want to, seriously, when have you been a boyfriend to me since we've been here?"
"Fine then, Charlotte! We don't need to be together," he said to her face as they stood in the bedroom.
"Good. So get your act together until then you can sleep on the couch or leave."
"Wait... I pay bills here too."
"And? I'm not sleeping in a bed with you but I am sleeping in that muthafucking bed." Nick didn't want to deal with this anymore. He was glad to be rid of Charlotte for the mean time, but he had nowhere to stay. He couldn't stay at Tré's obviously. But there was that guy he just spoke to earlier, Khalique. Nick took a few items down to his place. The door was answered after Nick's first knock.
"That was quick," Khlaique said after a silent beat then let Nick in.
"Didn't expect to be over so soon but my girl pretty much doesn't want me to sleep there. I didn't want to stay over there either. And I could only think of you." Khalique smiled as he made his way closer to Nick.
"It's perfectly fine." Nick now just noticed that Khalique had inches on him, he was pretty tall. He took in the quiet place.
"Do you have someone staying here?"
"Nah." He picked up the remote to his TV. "Want to watch Netflix?"

Devon was confused and upset that Khalique hadn't messaged him while he was in class or that evening. Tré found himself not having much to do after work since he wasn't in touch with Nick and didn't know where they stood. They both ended up awkwardly alone in their apartment. They were both slightly suspicious of one another but didn't know why for sure. Devon didn't text Khalique because he didn't want to pester him. Tré didn't text Nick because he didn't know what to say and Nick hadn't gotten in touch with him. It was a quiet and uneventful night for them. They went to sleep early each on their side of the bed, wondering what was going on with them and the two guys they were falling for across the hall.

After Netflix came shots, after shots came oral sex. Both situations having escalated quickly. Nick definitely needed this. Right away he could tell the difference with his relation with Tré to Khalique. Khalique was nothing serious and honestly he felt detached from the moment. But with Tré, Nick felt a connection, a bond. Just thinking about Tré woke something up in Nick. While Khalique slept Nick wandered off and decided to call Tré. After the fourth ring he picked up.
"Did I wake you?" Nick finally broke the silence in the stairway. They were both dressed for the cool night air as they climbed their way to the roof.
"I was in a light sleep, it's okay, c'mon," he said as he led Nick to the door. They entered onto the deserted roof and looked around in silence.
"Been up here before, because it's my first."
"Yeah", Tré answered. "The view below is nice." They made their way to the edge of the roof and looked down. They watched the cars and the lights. Nick was thinking about how complicated his life has become. He just got kicked out by his girlfriend, went over to a guy's place, whom he barely knew, and received head then called up the guy who completely changed him to be around and be comforted. What a change from earlier days. Nick caught himself watching Tré but he didn't have anything to say. He enjoyed his presence and silence. He strangely enough felt secure.
"How was your night?" Tré asked. Nick figured not to talk about Khalique.
"Well, my girl had kicked me out." Tré looked at Nick.
"Soooo...."
"I found this neighbor who let me stay over but I'm not too sure what's going to happen next." Tré didn't reply and Nick wished he had more to say or that Tré would say something. "Are you okay?" Nick finally asked. Tré gave a small, fake smile with a slight shrug, arms rested on the ledge.
"I'm just stuck." Nick waited for him to continue. "I don't know what to do about me and Devon."
"You still think he's cheating on you?"
"It's pretty clear, he gave me a nice little excuse as to why he didn't come home last night."
"Did you want him to come home last night?" Nick felt slightly bad for asking but the feeling came and went. Tré remained quiet and watched the streets.
"I guess not," he said after. An idea came to Nick and he chuckled. Tré looked over at him.
"You want to spar?" Tré's eyebrows jumped up.
"You know me well," he replied and backed away from the ledge eyeing Nick the whole time. Nick turned to face him, back against the ledge, aware with the almost seductive look he was giving Tré. Tré took out his phone, tapping and sliding away at the screen until a song started to play. "Shame On A Nigga" by Wu Tang Clan came out loud and clear. Tré sat the phone down on the gravel. Nick threw his head back and started laughing then hopped away from the ledge.
"I think the correct term for what we do is play fight," Tré smirked.
"Whatever," Nick retorted and lightly jabbed Tré in the cheek. Tré returned with a kick to the back of Nick's knee. It brought Nick down but he managed to lightly punch Tré in the groin area. Tré doubled over while Nick stood up and kneed Tré in the chest before pushing him down. "How's that for play fighting?"
"Someone's gotten better," Tré said from the ground.
"C'mon, faggot," Nick smirked. Tré shot up and came at Nick with surprising speed, hands wrapped around Nick's neck. Nick tried but failed to break his grasp. He resorted to stepping on Tré's foot. Tré shrieked and stumbled back. Nick backhand slapped him. Tré returned with a punch into Nick's side. "Ah! Fuck! That actually hurt."
"I'm sorry," Tré said then punched Nick in the chest. Nick fell down. Tré grabbed his foot and began dragging him around. The ground underneath Nick wasn't exactly comfortable. Nick protested and yelled over his body being dragged over the rocks.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Nick yelled, Tré laughed. Nick used his other foot to kick Tré hard in the ass. Tré let him go, grabbing for his ass.
"My ass? Really, nigga?" Nick had jumped up and tackled Tré to the ground. They tossed and turned, throwing profanities at each other and groaned. While on top Tré held Nick's arms still. "You remember this, right?" Nick couldn't help but laugh but he still tried to fight.
"I hate you," Nick smiled. Tré grinned and kissed him. All the fight went out of Nick as he eagerly kissed back.
"Hey!" The other voice startled them and they looked to the door of the roof. "Don't move!" It was a police officer. Tré and Nick did the opposite and ran for the fire escape on the other side of the roof. Tré returned back to pick up his phone.
"Come on!" Nick yelled and together they climbed down, the police officer above them.
"Hey! Get back here!" They continued to climb down. When Tré and Nick hit the asphalt running, the song "Runnin'" by The Pharcyde, instrumental version, started playing on Tré's phone. They let it be and ran to the music while the police officer chased right behind them.
"Why the fuck is he chasing us? Were we not supposed to be on the roof?" Nick asked.
"We were okay, but some neighbors could of called them."
"This nigga ain't playing either, I guess he don't smoke." Tré chuckled.
"We gotta start hitting corners to lose him."
"My side really hurts," Nick winced.
"Where I punched you?"
"Yeah, but I think I'm also getting a cramp." Tré wanted to lose the officer so he grabbed Nick's hand and turned the next corner. He recognized the area which was a good thing. The streets were getting darker and more deserted.
"I got my eye on you two," The officer yelled.
"Fuck! Out of all the officers we had to run into the trackstar on the squad," Nick said.
"Just stay with me," Tré responded. He could feel Nick slowing down so he held onto his hand tighter and turned the next corner then crossed the street. They ran down another street before shortly turning another corner. Tré found what he was looking for. A short white fence that he hopped over then helped Nick climb over. They ducked down behind the fence. It was a minute before they heard the officer run by. They listened as he slowed down and groaned and grumbled under his breath. Their hearts were beating fast and they felt safe enough to let out the gasps. Eventually the officer continued to run. They relaxed some more.
"Shit!"
"Fuck!" Tré proceeded to get up and helped Nick who grimaced as he held his side.
"I'm sorry about that," Tré apologized. Nick shoved him in his chest.
"Don't go soft on me." Tré grinned
"Never again."
"So who's spot is this?" Nick asked as he looked around. They were in a small alley behind the white fence. There was a trash can and a door to the side of the house.
"This," Tré paused. "Is my childhood home." Nick turned to look at Tré. "I grew up here. My parents still live here. I still got the keys to the place, c'mon." He opened the door after turning off the music on his phone. They walked into a dark kitchen. "Mom? Dad? It's Tré," Tré called. A TV could be heard in the near distance. They moved into the hall across from the living room. Tré's dad was snoring in an arm chair.
"Shhhh, your father's sleeping," came a soft voice to their right. Tré went over to hug his mother.
"Hey, mom."
"Boy, why you so hot? You got a fever?"
"Nah, went on a night run with my friend Nicholas."
"Hi, Nicholas." Tré's beautiful mom smiled at him.
"Hi." Nick felt out of place but at the same time warmed to be welcomed here.
"What brought you here, baby?" His mother looked at Tré questionably.
"Thought I'd stop by and chill awhile with Nicholas." Tré's mother turned to Nick.
"Does he always call you that? I bet you go by Nick." Nick shrugged it off and looked at Tré with a smile.
"Nicholas is just fine." Tré smiled back.
Nick picked up a boy sized t-shirt that had Marvel superheroes on the front. He held it up against himself facing Tré and started laughing. Tré snatched the shirt from him which only made Nick laugh harder.
"What in the hell?"
"It's not mine, I had it since I was a kid."
"Why do you still have it and whose is it?"
"This boy that I had a crush on just took it off one day and gave it to me, so I kept it."
"So you've known that long that you were gay?" Nick sat down on the edge of Tré's old bed while Tré put the shirt away.
"I've known for a very long time." Nick looked around the dimly lit room. Tré stood back up and faced Nick, he stood for a few seconds before sitting next to him. "Seven." Nick looked back at him. "I knew since I was seven." Nick didn't know what to say or do next.
"You don't have to tell me anything or explain."
"How else will you get to know me?" Tré asked. Nick didn't reply. "That's if you even want to."
"Tell me whatever you want then."
"There's not much to tell. I had a normal life and family. I was an only child. Mostly I stayed to myself so I didn't have many friends. My parents only knew that I was gay, I told nobody else. They were upset but they seem to have gotten over it. The only guy I have ever had sex with was Devon. For most of my life I've only knew him. And then there's you, who have turned things upside down for me."
"If I did that for you then you have wrecked havoc on mine." Tré laughed. "I was a douche all my life, the basketball jock in high school. I pretty much knew Charlotte all my life though I been with other girls before her. My dad was a drunken asshole, whom my mom left and took me and my sisters with her. Haven't seen him since I was 16. And that's pretty much it." Nick looked at Tré who was looking at Nick. Nick looked on the bed at Tré's unlocked phone and grabbed for it.
"Whoa, hey!"
"Let's see all this music you got." Nick scrolled through his playlist. "I've never heard of any of these songs, maybe a few of course."
"Play something." Nick picked a random song because he couldn't pronounce the long and confusing artist's name. Tré smiled when the track started. It was "Love You Down" by Me'Shell Ndegeocello. Nick was a little startled; he wasn't expecting the sound he was hearing. "I love this song," Tré said.
"It actually sounds pretty dope and from you I'm not surprised." Tré produced a genuine smile, his dimples showing. He stood up.
"Let's dance," Tré said. The song had slowed down to the first verse.
"What? Hell no!" Tré pulled him off the bed and spun him around. Together they bounced to the chorus and spun each other around during the verses. Nick started to open up a little and laughed at the dumb moves him and Tré did. At one point in the song Tré got on top of his bed pulling Nick up and they jumped around and laughed. "I haven't jumped on a bed since I was ten," Nick said over the song.
"Me too!" They held onto each other so neither of them would fall. Together they began to jump high to touch the ceiling making a little game of it. Then the song changed, broke down toward the end and they stood facing each other. Tré pulled Nick into him for a kiss. They stood on top of the bed kissing, their bodies pressing up against each other. At the end of the song Tré pulled Nick down onto the bed without losing a beat, lips still locked. The song changed to Ginuwine's "Differences". Tré moved his lips to Nick's neck. Nick moaned over the track.
"Charlotte's going to find that," Nick moaned. In response Tré gently bit and sucked down harder. Nick made a noise that he never heard himself make. The feeling gave him butterflies. Tré pulled Nick's shirt up and kissed his way down his chest. Nick stared up at the ceiling when a small realization hit him: he wanted it to happen. He sat up and pulled Tré's own shirt off and kissed his mouth while unbottoning his jeans. The faint thought of Khalique came to his mind. He wished what he did with him earlier hadn't happened. It seemed like forever ago but he wanted Tré more. They both had tossed their jeans and boxers to the side. Nick was a little overwhelmed and nervous about feeling another penis against his.
"You okay?" Tré whispered. Nick nodded. Tré gave him a reassuring smile. Nick continued to watch Tré who was now looking at Nick's chest, looking to be elsewhere. Tré hopped off Nick and sat on the edge of the bed. Nick watched him but didn't know what he was doing.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, I'm just putting on a condom." Nick swallowed and looked back at the ceiling. Tré threw his head back, still looking to be contemplating something.
"Are you thinking about Devon?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
"No," Tré answered Nick's question then passed something to him. Nick looked at the bottle. "Just so it won't hurt as much," Tré smiled. Nick had an idea on what to do with it without Tré's help. Tré came back on top of Nick and went at it on the other side of his neck. It was all Nick needed to get him in the mood. "Your moans make me hard," Tré whispered into his neck. Nick couldn't believe how sexy that sounded to him. "I'm going to turn you over."
"What? You don't want to see my pretty face?" Tré laughed.
"I do. I can stare at you all day." Nick felt himself melt inside from the compliment. "But missionary usually feels like I'm just poking you, so I've learned, doggy would feel better."
"Aiight, captain." Nick turned over and the first thing he felt was a smack on his ass. He yelped a little and Tré laughed. "Did you really just spank my ass?" Nick looked at Tré. Tré looked back at Nick with a straight face while doing it again. Nick stared at him, Tré was the first to break and started laughing. Nick laughed too.
"You have a nice ass though."
"Stop, you're making me blush." Tré reached over to turn his music off. He came back to Nick's ass and started kissing all over it. Once again this made Nick squirm, overwhelming him. It felt different and unusual and good.
"I would totally eat your ass but you got lube there."
"Ewww, you're disgusting."
"You never had or did that?"
"No!"
"What the fuck." Tré didn't say it to mean a question. "That shit feels magical."
"Thanks, on the bucket list it goes," Nick said with light sarcasm.
"Good." Tré kissed his way back up Nick's back.
"Have you ever..." Nick tried to find the embarrassing words. Tré's head was level with Nick's, he tried not to put his full weight onto him.
"Have I what?"
"Have you ever been in my position?"
"Have I taken? A few times from Devon but I'm mostly, strictly, top.
"How do I know what I am?" Tré smiled down on Nick's back shoulder.
"It's whatever feels good to you, Nicholas." Tré pecked his shoulder. Tré rubbed on Nick's ass, making his way to Nick's anus where he continued to rub and massage. "Oh my God."
"What?" Nick abruptly asked.
"Nah, it's nothing. You're just tight and it's making me so hard."
"You're torturing yourself, just do it already."
"Geez, do you want this too or am I forcing you?" Nick laughed. He reached for Tré and pulled him closer. "Fuck it." Tré proceeded to go inside of Nick.
"Shit!" Nick groaned as he pressed his face into the pillow and clenched the sheets.
"Does it really hurt?" Nick groaned in response.
"Not really, it mostly feels uncomfortable."
"That's normal. And just so you know, I'm not even halfway in."
"Are you shitting me?" Tré laughed.
"I'm serious, only my tip is in."
"I feel like there is a whole dick in me."
"Damn." Tré went in deeper. He wanted to be easy with Nick but at the same time he just wanted to get to pounding. "You're squeezing the life out of my dick. Fuck! Don't clench, whatever you do do not clench, just relax."
"Sorry!" Tré eventually was able to glide in and out smoothly. Tré had his hands beside both sides of Nick's head, his own head above Nick's. He would kiss and gently bite around the back of Nick's shoulder and neck. Nick moaned and groaned and sometimes felt like he couldn't catch his breath. He nearly buckled when he felt Tré hit a spot and Nick felt things start to intensify. He clenched hard to the sheets and grit his teeth. Tré's pace had quickened. Nick felt no pain just a soreness pleasure. He began to come on himself and Tré's bed. Nick's legs began to shake until the shaking became evident in his whole body. Seeing Nick come and shake made Tré clench up and come in return inside of Nick. He started shaking and collapsed halfway on Nick, putting most of his weight on his arms. Both of them laid there panting.
"I haven't came that hard in years," Tré said.
"I've never came like that," Nick returned. Tré couldn't and didn't want to move. Eventually he rolled off of Nick and took his condom off. "I made a mess on your bed."
"I don't give a fuck." Nick tried to sit up but he was still shaky.
"Fuck, I thought I was having a seizure." Tré laughed.
"It can happen, you probably had a minor one."
"I've never wanted a cigarette so bad in my life."
"Fuck yeah." Tré found a pack in his jeans and laid back in bed. Together they laid there talking, passing the cigarette back and forth. They went through three cigarettes. "Want to take a shower?" Tré asked looking up at the ceiling.
"Help me up." Tré did. Nick was nervous about standing naked in front of Tré even though he just had sex with him. Tré could sense this but ignored it and pulled Nick to the bathroom that was attached to his room. The bathroom was small. Tré ran the hot water.
"I didn't even get in and it feels good."
"My turn, my turn." Tré chuckled. When the water was right Tré guided Nick in first then came in after. They stood facing each other under the shower head.
"When's your birthday?" Tré asked. Nick wiped the water from his eyes.
"August 27th, you?" Tré smiled.
"January 17th. You're a Virgo and I'm a Capricorn." And with that Tré kissed Nick.

Devon shot up awake from a bad dream. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. His phone read 10:11 a.m. The other side of the bed held Tré sleeping on his side. Devon knew he left out last night because in the middle of the night he wasn't there. A sadness came over Devon, he didn't know what was happening between him and Tré and he wished it wasn't. With his robe on, pajamas underneath, he went over to Khalique's. He knocked twice before Khalique showed up.
"Hey, good morning," Devon said softly.
"Same to you, come in." Devon walked in. "What made you decide to come over? I was just eating by the way." They moved into the kitchen.
"I guess I just really wanted to see you." Devon sat down at Khalique's small table across from him.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No, I'm fine." Devon was hesitant to say what he was about to say. Khalique sat still, watching him, only moving to take a sip of his orange juice. "I think I want to leave my boyfriend." The room was silent after Devon's statement.
"It's that bad?" Khalique didn't know much of anything about Tré. But Khalique didnt care about Tré, he could probably make Devon happier. His little fling with Nick came and went, another not so serious relationship. The dude seemed to bounce after getting his dick sucked. Khalique hadn't heard from him or seen him since. He couldn't care less about Nick either. Devon didn't reply but just looked down. Finally he looked back up.
"I'm giving up years I spent in my relationship to hopefully be with you, though we don't know each other that well. But I really like you. Tré's most likely cheating on me and if I don't do something we will probably just continue to cheat on each other, not letting the other one know. We really don't want to hurt one another and we don't want to lose or break what we have but... it is what it is." Khalique stood up after Devon was done talking and pulled Devon up with him to give him a hug. Devon relaxed, thankful for the hug. "It just needs to happen." Devon came back over to his apartment. He wasn't gone no longer than 30 minutes when he found Tré with another guy in the kitchen. Devon stopped in his tracks. They weren't doing anything but facing each other, looking as if they were talking. Tré in return gave Devon an angry look.
"Where have you been in your robe this whole time?" Devon blushed and excused himself to the bedroom. His heart was pounding. Thoughts were running through his mind: Tré hadn't caught him. Who was that guy? Is now a good time to tell Tré? He changed to a red t-shirt and dark jeans. When he came back out the other guy was still there. Devon did a double take on the guy. He seen him before. That day he came out of Khalique's house, now that Devon thought about it this guy, that day, could have been leaving their apartment. Was this the guy?
"Who's he?" Devon asked as he looked at Tré. Tré himself looked like he had been caught.
"This is Nicholas, our neighbor." Devon looked back at Nick. They both stared at each other with unfriendly looks. "Nicholas this is my boyfriend Devon." Nick had seen Devon, he knew that, but he didn't know at the time that he was Devon. So this was Tré's boyfriend. Nick had figured, then and there, that he had left Khalique's apartment that day they ran into each other. So he put one and one together: Devon was cheating on Tré with Khalique. He also figured that Devon didn't know that he too was with Khalique, but all that felt irrelevant. Nick knew that Devon probably knew. Devon looked from Nick to Tré then back. Nick looked at Tré then back at Devon. Finally, Nick figured Devon thought that he would tell Tré about Devon and Khalique. And now Nick most definitely was positive Devon thought he had left Tré's that day and that Tré was cheating on Devon with him. The first one to finally do anything was Devon. He grabbed Nick by his shirt around the shoulders and pulled him down so he could knee him in the face. Nick bounced back from the force with a bleeding nose. He in turn saw red and attacked Devon. They crashed into the kitchen table and onto the floor. This of course wasn't a play fight but for real. Nick started punching at Devon. Tré was shocked to the scene that was unfolding before him and didn't understand what had come over Devon. Devon pushed Nick off and ran into the living room to grab an object to throw at Nick. He was ready to throw a glass object when Nick kicked him in the stomach. The kick seemed to send Devon flying. Nick ran over and began to stomp on Devon's stomach. Devon coughed and rolled over.
"Stop!" Tré yelled. "What the fuck!" Devon stood up and slapped Nick. They both grabbed onto each other, their arms wrestling. Tré tried to pry them apart. He was strong enough to do it. Once he had them separated he kept them like that while he took a good look at Nick's nose. He was leaning in as if he was going to touch it but didn't. Nick just nodded to inform him he was okay. Tré heard Devon stomp away. He followed after him and found Devon in the bedroom packing. "What are you doing?"
"We're done! It's over! I fucking hate you!" Devon cried. Tré tried to stop him but Devon slapped him and pushed him away. Tears streamed down his face. Tré wrapped his arms firmly around Devon to keep him still.
"Stop, just calm down." Devon eventually stopped but continued to cry, his profile facing Tré. "You know I wouldn't have wanted it to end this way. Both of us don't want this. Of course I still love you, Devon and I don't know what I would do without you but..."
"It's over, Tré," Devon finished. Some part of Tré didn't want it to be.
"Maybe there is some way we can make things work," Tré whispered. Devon looked at Tré.
"Do you really think so?" Tré was hesitant to respond. Truthfully he didn't believe so, since there was Nick and he was convinced that he l- They both heard a loud bang that made them both jump. Tré made eye contact with a seething Nick at the bedroom door. He slowly walked away. For a minute Tré couldn't believe he was in this predicament. Slowly but surely he made up his mind to chase after Nick. He found him still walking away outside by the side of the complex building. He grabbed him but Nick turned around and slapped him so hard that it made Tré stumble back and bend over.
"You're nothing to me," Nick told him, speaking slowly, as he stood over him. Tré stood up straight, eyes watching Nick. "I heard you," Nick implied to Tré and Devon's conversation. Tré sighed.
"Listen to me-" Tré started as he moved closer but Nick slapped him just as hard again. Tré went back some more but recovered quickly then came at Nick fast. He put his hands around Nick's biceps so that he couldn't do much with his arms and backed him up against the wall. Nick was so angry that it brought him to tears. He cried as he waved his forearms around but Tré had a strong grip. "Listen to me!" He said louder. Nick couldn't look at Tré so he stared down and tried to silence his crying.
"No!" Nick yelled back and looked him straight in the face. "We're not anything! Which means we're nothing! You're nothing to me!" Nick felt these words weren't true but he was hurt by Tré and didn't know what else to do.
"That's not true," Tré said
"It is, now let me go!"
"No, I won't, just hear me out."
"Fuck you, Tré. Nobody wants you! Me and Devon both had sex with Khalique. The nigga across the hall from you! That's who Devon wants! And I don't want you!" Nick saw how bad his words affected Tré. Tré let go of Nick. He slowly backed up away from Nick. "Where are you going?" Nick called. He caught up with Tré but Tré tried to brush him off. Nick stood in front of him trying all means to get him to stop. "I'm sorry, Tré, I didn't mean to say that." Tré stopped and studied Nick.
"I know you didn't and there was something I wanted to tell you."
"Okay, what?" Tré shook his head.
"It's too late for that," he said and brushed past Nick. Nick was too dazed to move. Tré was on a mission: to confront Khalique. He figured what apartment Nick could have meant and banged with his fist on the door. The door immediately opened. "Khalique?" Tré asked.
"Yeah?" Khalique was confused. He watched Tré nod then the next thing he knew his head was flying back and pain took a few seconds to seep into his nose and head. Tré dragged him out into the hall and proceeded to beat Khalique's ass. Khalique tried to cover himself from the blows and didn't try to get up from the floor.
"C'mon, nigga, you can fuck my boyfriend right, but can you fuck me? Let's see if you can fuck me up!" Tré stomped on and kicked Khalique.
"Tré!" Tré looked down the stairs where the voice was coming from. It was Nick. When he stopped Nick continued, "I love you too." Tré felt a warm sensation come over him and he exhaled. Khalique had gotten up and clocked Tré on the back of the head which sent him down on the ground. He was dazed but still conscious. He felt another punch to the face then another.
"Stop!" Another voice screamed. Tré's vision was too blurred. Devon had came out of the apartment, pushing Khalique away from Tré. "Leave him alone!" Devon bent over Tré and cried. Khalique was surprised when Devon went over to console Tré. He just shook his head and left them alone. He went back into his apartment, back to his own simple life and locked the door.



                          Five Months Later

Nick was tired of packing, moving and unpacking. This was his second place since living with Charlotte in the apartment complex. The previous apartment had bugs and a bad landlord. Though he was tired of moving he knew he was going to love this new split house that was across the street from Tré's parent's house. He set the box he was carrying into the new living room and looked around, gladly lighting a cigarette and puffing smoke into his new place. After what went down 5 months previous, Khalique stopped talking to Devon and Devon did the same. Though Devon still cared about and had love for Tré, they both mutually decided to separate. Devon moved on from Tré and Khalique to focus on school. Nick broke up with Charlotte around the same time. Nick could hear the song "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" by Lauryn Hill playing. It was getting closer and closer the song louder and louder. Before he could fully turn around he got tackled, gently, onto the carpet. He laid on the carpet and turned over extending his hand with the cigarette still lit away from his body.
"How you like the new place?" Tré asked him, laying on top.
"It's pretty much perfect." Nick nodded and Tré smiled, leaning down to kiss Nick. They laid there on their new carpet in their new house kissing.