Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 8

Chet's POV

I feel weird.

A sigh fell from my lips as I stared up at my ceiling. Maybe conflicted was the right word. Sammy was curled up against my side, sleeping soundly like I was supposed to be. Maybe a little guilty.

I bit at my nails and in the back of my head, I could hear my mom's voice scolding me for the bad habit. Still, I continued to bite them.

I feel weird.

Dinner with Kyler was- weird? No- I made it weird.

He acted like he normally did. Why wouldn't he? It was as if I expected him to be able to read my conflicted thoughts and act just as nervous as I felt. But no, we had dinner as if it were any other night.

He asked about my day and I surprisingly didn't have much to say. Though, I was holed up in my room all day, there wasn't much to say anyways.

We still went on our daily run this morning but it was lacking it's normal conversation. My fault again. It was my day off, the only day I took off from working out, but Kyler still had work so I didn't see him until dinner.

It's been three long days since I forced myself to come to terms that yeah, I liked Kyler.

But I feel weird because, I like Rylan too.

I wasn't avoiding Kyler because there was no reason to, he didn't do anything. Though, I wasn't exactly seeking him out like I normally would. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. Kyler's smart, he probably noticed.

But he's nice too, so that's probably why he kept silent.

Yeah, he's really nice.

He's really nice to me.

Another sigh fell from my lips. Rylan's nice to me too.

I really liked Rylan, probably more than I've ever liked anyone. When I liked someone, I liked them hard. And if my actions came off a little obsessive, I never noticed.

I liked Rylan's voice a lot. It was soft, edging on sweet and reminded me of my mom. Kyler's was low and he usually spoke pretty quiet unless he was scolding me.

They both smelled nice, two of my favorite scents.

As I thought about them more, guilt slowly built in my stomach. I shouldn't really compare them. I wasn't sure why I was even doing it in the first place, I liked Rylan.

And I think he likes me too.

I liked holding hands with Rylan. I liked how he always entertained my random thoughts and threw in some of his own.

He started sending me random pictures of things, much like I did. Something he found pretty, something he ate, pictures of him, and sometimes Lucas. Just to make me laugh, he'd try and recreate the picture I sent him first.

Just yesterday, I sent him a picture of Sammy standing up on his hind legs and he sent me a picture of Lucas standing with ears drawn on. It was stupid and probably took him two seconds to do, but I still laughed. Because during those two seconds, he was thinking about me.

I like kissing him a lot too.

I liked how, even though he was much shorter than me, he made me feel smaller than him. Sometimes I just wanna feel small too, even if it's only for a little. The only person who could ever make me feel like that without being bigger than me was my mom.

And now Rylan.

It was nice, something I wasn't used to.

Kyler could do that.

Before I could feel guilty for comparing them again, my phone lit up with an incoming facetime call. Ah- My ears shot up when I saw it was from Rylan.

When I answered, he wasn't fumbling with his phone like he normally would. It was already set up on some surface and aimed at him.

His eyes flicked up when the call connected. "Oh cool, you picked up." He was sitting on his bed looking wide awake. "I thought you might be sleeping."

1:28 am, I usually would be.

"I can't sleep." I admitted, sitting up so I could flick my lamp on.

"No? How come?"

"Just thinking~" I didn't prop my phone up like him, choosing to just hold it up and watch him.

He looks really cute. He must've changed out of his work attire earlier, now sitting in an oversized t-shirt and a simple pair of shorts. He looks small. "You're painting your nails?"

"Mhm," he nodded while sifting through a box of nail polishes, "what color should I do? I can't do bright ones because of work."

It was small and pretty insignificant but my stomach still swirled with affection. He's letting me pick- he asked me what I want. "Hm~ Maybe dark green, if you have it."

A few seconds later, he was holding up three different bottles of green nail polish. Understanding the silent question, I picked out the middle one, thinking that one would look best on him.

"Good choice." He dropped the others down and closed the box. "I like this one a lot."

My tail twitched under me.

Liking Rylan was easy. He was easy to like and there was no reason not to.

Liking Kyler was complicated, and for a few different reasons. Even if I ignored the fact that we'd be working together, we were roommates. I watch movies, I know how that usually turns out.

It either ended really well or really bad.

And while I hoped it could be the former, I wasn't convinced enough to risk it. Why am I even thinking about it? I silently scolded myself, especially when I'm on the phone with Rylan.

"You okay?" He asked. The subtle concern that tickled his voice made me feel warm.

"Yeah." I assured with a nod, because I was. Because I like Rylan and I'm pretty sure he likes me back.

"You usually call me first, huh? I didn't notice until today, I should start calling you more." If it were any other night, his words would've had my tail whipping back and forth happily.

Right now, it made me feel guilty. While he thought of me, I was thinking about Kyler.

Still, "You should," I happily agreed.

He asked about my day and I did the same. Oddly enough, I had a lot more to say than when Kyler asked me.

We talked for another hour, about anything and everything, and I couldn't help but think it felt pretty domestic, like we were already dating. Sometimes we said nothing but I felt just as comfortable then too. Because no matter how nervous I felt around him, he was easy to be around.

But Kyler was too.

Kyler was familiar. Kyler was something that I just expected in my daily life now.

Rylan was something I wanted in my daily life, he was something I wasn't allowed to expect yet.

If Rylan were to suddenly stop talking to me, I'd be upset. Probably even for a few weeks, but I'd eventually grow used to him not being there.

If Kyler were to suddenly disappear, I'd feel devastated, like something was ripped from me.

I wasn't sure what to think of that. Maybe I shouldn't think about it at all. Because that's me comparing them again, isn't it?

Even as I tried not to, it kept happening, so subtly that I didn't notice. Why do I keep comparing them? There was nothing to gain from comparing them, it only made guilt fester in my stomach, like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to.

I am- because Kyler doesn't like me.

The fact was displeasing, disappointing.

I was more disappointed that I instinctively thought of ways to make him like me. But that's not how it works. If he didn't like me now, I doubt it would just magically happen, not after seven months of us knowing each other.

"You sure you're okay?" Rylan asked again, sounding more worried than he was earlier. "Maybe you're tired?"

"Yeah." I was tired, but I felt bad more than anything. While he subtly tried to make me feel better, I was making myself spiral into this self pity that wasn't necessary. "I'm good~"

It felt unfair to him, especially since he was actually showing he was interested in me.

We only talked for a little more before he forced me to hang up. Even with my protests, "You need sleep~ I promise I'll call you tomorrow. You have school, at what? 7?" Since he was right, it only took a little more coaxing to get me to hang up.

Tomorrow, I'd wake up to a text from him, telling me to have a good day. It'll be small, something I sent him every morning, but it will be the first time he'll send me one.

Tomorrow, I would have a good day because I'll know he went out of his way to wake up before me so he could send that. Just to make me feel better.

But tonight, as I tried to fall asleep, my thoughts continued to swirl in my head. Invasive thoughts that weren't wanted swarmed my head and almost made me feel dizzy.

I liked Rylan and I knew he liked me back, even if only a little. So why do I keep thinking of Kyler?

After realizing my feelings for him, he was even more prominent in my thoughts than before.

And because he consumed almost all of my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.

A week from now, I'd find out it felt a lot like drowning.

Kyler's POV

Chet was smart, I knew he was.

He easily excelled in school and at most things he did.

He was a hard worker and was naturally a people pleaser. He went above and beyond for just a little praise, pushing himself more than he should just to please people.

And while I knew Chet was smart, he was painfully oblivious.

So painfully oblivious that I couldn't say no when he asked me again. Because if he knew how I felt, surely he wouldn't ask me this.

He'd poked his head in my room only five minutes ago and crept in when he noticed I wasn't busy. "What's up?" Sammy was, of course, following him and happily jumped on my bed, looking just as happy to see me as Chet normally was.

This past week has been weird.

I wouldn't say he's been avoiding me, but it was something pretty close to it. At first, I thought he just wasn't feeling well, but once it carried on throughout the week, it was a quick realization. 

Ah, so it's like that now.

Part of me regrets ever mentioning it, a larger part of me doesn't care. Another, much smaller, part of me wishes he'd just tell me how he felt.

Because while it was pretty obvious, smalls whispers of doubt lingered in my head. Even more so after he met Rylan.

Chet's overly friendly, he has been since the moment I met him. It's easy to mistake his actions as flirty and while I knew this, it didn't stop my mind from taking them that way.

It's really my own fault for not saying something sooner.

Though, I didn't realize it myself until he already met Rylan.

At some point, not until he moved in, his crush on me became apparent. I always thought it was admiration, especially since he was always going on and on about how he wanted to look like me and how cool I was, during our training sessions.

It wasn't until he moved in and we started spending a lot more time together that, Oh, this is a lot more than admiration.

But because he was my client, recent roommate, and basically a kid in my eyes, I ignored it. Cute, I thought at times. Because it was, his crush was cute, in an innocent type of way.

I never gave it more thought, I even doubted he actually liked me at times. As if sensing my doubts, he always did something that made me wonder why I even doubted that he did.

Like when he sneaks into my room to sleep with me, when he insists on running together every morning, when he brings me food at work, when he sends me the most random texts for no other reason than because he was thinking about me, when he seeks out my touch and silently begs me to pet him, when he steals my clothes and I have to pretend I don't know, when he secretly tries to scent me, when he gets jealous of my other clients, or when-

There's a number of things that made me come to the conclusion that yeah, I think this is a little more than admiration.

I never said anything, why would I? He was terribly cute but he was younger than me and my client, so there was no reason to say anything. Especially since I never intended to like him back. 

It wasn't until he met Rylan and he quite boldly asked me to have s*x with him for the sake of someone else that I thought, huh, maybe he doesn't like me anymore.

The thought was slightly displeasing, so I agreed to 'teach' him about s*x.

The realization that maybe I saw him as something more than my friend wasn't some shocking revelation. I remember staring at my hand covered in his c*m and something just clicked inside of me.

It was a simple oh.

I was more surprised how displeased I felt when he declined to stay afterwards, saying he was going to call Rylan instead. I simply waved it off and went to smoke but as I leaned against the balcony, my thoughts swarmed.

It's not like I'm in love with the kid, I'll get over it.

I didn't get over it.

But, it's not like I spent my nights tossing and turning because I was thinking about him. I was an adult and his friend. I knew he was very interested in Rylan, there was no reason for me to pursue him, especially since Rylan seemed to like him as well.

Rylan.

He's funny, I like him.

I can tell he doesn't know if he should like me or not. He's surprisingly childlike, making me have to remind myself that he wasn't Chet's age and mine instead.

But it was hard, especially when I remember how his nose scrunched and how he eyed me when I told him that I was interested in Chet.

Yeah, he's funny. What did he expect me to say? I live with Chet, I've known him much longer, his crush was pretty obvious, I didn't think it was all that necessary for him to ask me if I knew about it.

But even after Rylan stared at me like that, he still eye f****d me with no shame. I didn't mind, I felt flattered even. I'm pretty sure he's noticed me doing the same.

He's awfully pretty.

I didn't think I really had a type, but when I looked at him, I thought maybe he's it.

If Chet wasn't so head over heels for him and I'd met him first, I think I would've f****d him within an hour of us meeting. He looked like he'd let me, maybe he'd even make it under thirty minutes.

But no matter how pretty he was and no matter how many times my mind wandered and thought about what it'd feel like to f**k him, Chet liked him.

And because I liked Chet, I simply watched as they grew closer and closer to dating.

It didn't necessarily bother me. Chet's a sweet boy and Rylan seems to treat him well enough, judging from every little f*****g detail he tells me, so no, it didn't bother me.

I did however, think about what it might've been like if I realized my feelings sooner, before he met Rylan. Maybe we'd be fu- "Kyler."

"What?"

Chet was frowning at me. "Did you even listen to anything I said?" Even with that frown on his face, his blush was much more evident.

That's been different this week too. Or new I should say.

He's been blushing a lot more around me, especially when we touched, no matter if it was during weight lifting or a simple brush of our arms.

Yeah, I heard what he said and it sounded ridiculous. I held off on teasing him for ignoring me all week and then asking me to teach him about s*x again. "You wanna have s*x so you won't be nervous when you have s*x with Rylan?"

He gave a shy nod.

I reached over and flicked his forehead. "Idiot."

Chet whined softly and rubbed over the spot. "You won't?" I didn't say that-

"It's normal to feel nervous but I don't get why you're this nervous over s*x. s*x isn't some magical thing that changes your life, it's honestly pretty disappointing unless you're with the right person."

Rylan looks like he'd been good in bed, I'm sure he'll make it everything Chet's hoping for or whatever bullshit he's thinking.

"I know that." He insisted. "But last time you- you made it, like," He went even pinker, "it felt different than when I do it to myself." Ah, yes, who doesn't talk about m**********g with their roommate?

"You want me to finger you again?"

His hands pressed into his knees, looking painfully shy. It was a big contrast from when he asked me last time. Last time, he was bold and basically demanded that I f**k him.

Right now, he looked small, and it probably had to do with why he's been avoiding me.

Cute.

"I don't know." He mumbled. "I just wanna learn more."

As weird as it was, "Okay."

His ears perked and for the first time today, he made eye contact with me. "You will?"

"You'll probably whine until I say yes so I might as well~"

"I wouldn't whine." He huffed, looking absolutely ruffled from the tease.

I refrained from telling him I only agreed for my own selfish reasons. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. He can think I have his best interests at heart or whatever he thinks of me.

Whether he liked Rylan or not, I've been more than interested in seeing him c*m again. Especially since he was so cute last time.

Plus, until he was actually dating Rylan, I had no reason to say no since we've already ventured into that weird territory.

I wasn't quite at that point of liking Chet enough where Rylan pissed me off for no reason. And because of this, I wouldn't try to purse something with Chet, but when he came to me like this, asking so sweetly, I couldn't possibly turn him away.

Maybe in the future when my feelings grew more and I saw them together more often, I'd grow to dislike Rylan for no reason other than that Chet likes him, but I highly doubted it.

It's hard to hate pretty men.

And they were both very pretty.

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sorry it's short  someone tell me to just finish praise me so i can start seriously writing this story. there's only two chapters left and i refuse to write them bc i'm lazy

but yeah

since y'all are so worried about who bottoms, yes yes- chet will bottom dw

maddie