Bembé's POV
"Gimme kisses?" I ask Rojo.
He looks around.
"Right now?"
"Yeah," I smile.
He leans in and before he can kiss me I hear my name.
"Aye Bembé?"
I curve Rojo and look over.
"What's poppin boy," Rali comes up to me and daps me up.
"Wassup," I greet him.
"You got that thang on you. I heard you was-"
"What you mean?" I cut him off.
"That thang? You feel me?" He grins.
I make a confused face and look at Rojo. Rojo raises his eyebrows and stale faces the both of us.
"I don't know what you talkin bout my g," I laugh.
I look at Rojo. He's staring bullets into me. I can feel it.
"Oh okay," Rali says.
"I'll hit you up ight," he laughs and walks away.
"Ight," I wave.
"Now back to these kisses," I smile at Rojo.
"I felt sumn," he says and starts walking.
I start walking with him.
"What you mean," I smile.
"You know what I mean-"
"Want to see my phone?" I ask.
"It's not jealously it's concern..."
"So you don't wanna see my phone?" I ask.
"You trappin?"
I laugh.
"Wassup wit you?" He asks.
"Ight Bembé... lo que. I can't even read your mind right now."
I start laughing.
"Cause I ain thinking nothing. Relajarse," I insist.
We get closer to my stoop.
"Hey it's my favorite couple," Nola coos.
"Not only do I wish you weren't so loud..." I start.
"Hey Rojo," she waves.
"Hey Señorita," he smiles.
"... I also wish yo breath ain smell like caca. Move," I finish.
"Well damn what's stuck up your ass other than Rojo," she smiles at me.
My eyes widen.
Rojo coughs into his fist.
"Yeah, unha unha. It's so big-"
"Ayo! You outta pocket! Why you eavesdropping ," I feel my skin heating up.
I hear Rojo laughing behind me.
"Move so we can get by," I fuss.
"Ooo, I think I hit a spot," she says.
"I think you did too," Rojo goes along with her bullshit.
"Oh not as good as you my boy!" She jokes with Rojo.
Rojo's POV
I can't help but joke on Bembé lil sneaky, lying, fine ass. Ima catch him in whatever he's hiding from me.
I laugh at Nola picking on him.
"Perdóneme, Nola. Can we get by you," I smile at the both of them.
"Y'all may," she moves.
"I shoulda jumped over yo thot ass-"
"Hey," she pushes him.
He doesn't even bother pushing her back he just goes inside. I laugh while following him to his room.
"Shut up," he mumbles.
"No," I laugh more.
His phone rings. I watch him check it.
Hmm?
He doesn't text back.
"Don't go in his room," I hear Legba.
Woah.
"Hey," I say out loud.
I stop at his room door and decide to sit on the couch instead.
"Huh?" Bembé asks.
"Nun," I say.
Bembé's POV
My phone rings again.
From Rali:
"Thats yo boyfriend or sumn? Since when do you like guys? I ain tryna get at you anymore I just heard you trappin more than psychedelics. Hook me up."
To Rali:
"Nah. Keep mindin yo business. I got you on that tho. What you need?"
From Rali:
"A eighth of m's."
To Rali:
"Ight I'ma drop it off to you."
I pick up my bookbag, then check it to make sure I got everything.
"Lemme see yo phone," I hear.
Woah.
I put my bag down slowly and try not to be suspicious.
"Yeah woah."
I look up at Rojo leaning on my door frame with his hand out.
"What," I laugh.
"Lemme see yo phone-"
"Why?"
"You just offered to show me earlier. What's the difference Papi. Lemme see," he smiles.
I put my phone in my pocket and sigh.
"Why you bothering me," I brush him off.
"I feel sumn-"
"Okay nigga," I get an attitude.
"It's not jealously. Give it here. You supposed to be mi novio..."
"Mind yo business baby," I smile.
He comes toward me and reaches for my pocket.
"Mind yo business," I shove his hands away.
"You are my business bruh."
"Why you getting so mad?" I ask seriously.
"Cause you playin, bruh. Me tienes jodido. You got me fucked up."
"You got yo self fucked up," I mumble.
Whistling blows through my ears.
"Stop," I hear a mans voice.
"Where you goin?" He asks.
"Nowhere. You pressin me," I sit down.
Fuck, I can barely look him in the eyes. What's wrong with me. Im usually good with confrontation.
"I'm not tryna fight. We've been doing amazing-"
"You saying that like I'm bugging out for no reason?
He tries to grab my book bag.
"Rojo, I sell psychedelics. Boom. Let my shit go bruh," we pull back and forth.
"Then lemme see yo phone!" He says with hurt in his voice.
"You loud as fuck. You lucky my momma ain home!"
He lets my bag go and what's inside goes all over the place. It's like it happens in slow motion.
I put my hand over my face.
Shit.
"I'm twenty seven..." he says.
I look through my fingers at him and he's smiling.
It's definitely not a happy smile.
I laugh out of nervousness.
Oh shit.
"I'm twenty seven-"
"I know how old you are."
He starts to leave but I get up and grab him.
"Get off of me, yo. I'll talk to you later-"
"Now you wanna talk later?" I try his patience.
"Now you wanna talk now. Let me go bro. You caught. I knew you had to be out here in some way, but you lied," he gets out of my grip.
"No," I jump on his back and wrap my legs around him.
He tries to sling me off but I hold on for dear life.
"Ayo, I swear you making me madder bruh," he laughs.
He stops and rests his hand on my wall while catching his breath.
"Then why you laughing?" I ask.
"Cause you trying my fuckin patience..."
"What is going on," Nola comes out of nowhere.
Rojo's POV
"Tell yo brother dejarme ir."
"Chill out Bembé he's mad as fuck-"
"Bembé, I swear if you don't get the fuck off me!"
He squeezes me tighter and tries to throw me to the ground.
This boy crazy as hell.
Nola tries to calm us down and break us up.
"Nola," I put my finger up at her so she can be quiet.
"Can you give me and your brother some privacy," I smile as best as I can.
"Uh... yea-"
"Gracias, Im sorry for anything you may or may not hear coming out this room. Excuse me señorita," she moves out.
I slam the fuck outa Bembé's door, lock it, and drop to the ground. I pry his lims off me and flip him as softly as I can.
He tries to climb back on me; I lock him up and push him down.
I climb on top of him and pin him to the floor by his neck.
I'm trying so hard to control my anger.
Bembé's POV
"Stop fuckin playing with me," he holds me down by my neck.
I try to get away from him.
"You gone see my shadow self and I don't want you to see that side of me. Stop doin what you doin and be good okay Papi?" His face softens up.
I need to stack money.
He starts to look sadder and sadder. Him pinning me down is making me madder and madder.
"Show me," I challenge him.
His face goes angry again and turns redder.
He looks down at our torsos and starts unbuckling my pants.
"What you doin-"
He rips my shirt off me, exposing my tattoos, and starts roughly kissing my neck. I get lost in it.
What is going on?
"Rojo, wai-"
I gasp.
He sticks his hand in my boxers and starts rubbing my dick until it's fully hard.
"Rojo, I-" he pushes me back down.
He takes my pants and briefs off and opens my legs roughly. I start trembling at all the energy I feel from him.
I watch my dick ooz precum. He spits in my crack and stuffs his finger in, hittin my spot in one shot.
"Mmha..."
He starts moving in and out fast.
I try to touch him but he pushes my hand away.
"Baby, I-"
"Shh!" He glares at me.
He skillfully fingers me until I'm squirming and finna cum.
"I'm about to-"
He moves his hands from me and stands up. I look at him confused while he still looks at me mad as fuck with determination.
He keeps his eyes on me and takes his shirt off. I watch him unbuckle his pants and whip his hard dick out.
It's so long and heavy.
I look up at him in awe, still confused.
"What you gone do with it," He looks at his dick then looks back at me.
My whole vibe becomes more intense. My horniness becomes unbearable.
I crawl to him and grab his dick. I feel his tension lessen while I beat it with a twist in my wrist.
I suck on each of his balls.
"Mmhm," he groans.
I look up at him while putting his dick in my mouth.
It's pulsing. Just like me.
I stop myself from choking.
Shit. I could nut off this.
He looks up in pleasure. I stroke my self while I work him further and further in my mouth and down my throat.
"What you doin?" He moans.
I get sloppier for him while I touch myself. It makes him moan.
"Yo head is perfect. I ain tell you to touch yourself," he furrows.
I stop throating him and beat his dick with both hands.
"You still mad?"
"Ion know when ima stop being mad at you," he says.
I feel bad.
"Stand up," he says with the same look in his eyes.
As soon as I get to my feet he presses his lips to mine. I groan from the friction.
He turns me around roughly and pushes me over my desk.
Rojo's POV
I let my spit fall between he cheeks then rub my tip up and down, between them. I see him grabbing for his dick.
"I didn't say you could do that," I slap his ass.
He moans and does as I say. I massage where I hit him while I work my tip inside.
We both groan from the feeling.
As soon as he adjusts I start clapping his cheeks up.
No mercy.
Bembé's POV
"Ah, fuck!" I tremble.
The sounds of him fucking me fills my room.
"Ungha! Fuck! Fuck!"
My knees get weak.
"Shh," he continues to fuck me up like he doesn't care about my volume.
"Oh my god," I say over and over again.
It's so deep.
"Huh?" He slaps my ass.
"Es tan profundo!"
My legs give out. I start cumming all over my desk, moaning loudly into my arm as he fucks the nut outa me. I reach my hand behind me and press on his lower stomach.
Shit ima pass out. Fuck!
Rojo's POV
I grab his hand, softly pin it behind his back, and lace my fingers with his while I go harder.
I start hitting his spot from an angle.
"Take this dick," I let more spit drip from my lips down to us.
"Yes! Mhmm! Okay... okay!" He moans.
I slow down, but keep my strokes hard. He moans out everytime I go all the way in.
"Nnhaaaa," he exhales over and over again like he can barely breathe.
I slap his ass.
"Nnhaaaa, fu- I'm sorry," he starts hittin high notes.
He starts muttering softly in Spanish, but I can't understand him.
Bembé's POV
Im so fucking stupid.
Why did it take for him to fuck me like this.
He wraps his hands around me and pulls me up so my back is against him.
I rub my hand down his thigh while I take it all. He puts his hand around my throat.
"Don't lie to me," he sloppily kisses my face while choking me.
"I won't," I whine while he continues.
I uncontrollably squirm in his arms from the intense waves of pleasure and pressure building up inside me with ever pound.
"Anha!" I clinch up.
"Damn," he hisses.
He pushes me back down and stops fucking me.
"Can I beat my dick... por favor!" I whimper.
My body is limp as fuck.
My dick hard as a rock though.
I look back at him.
He's half way inside me and still.
I look at him confused.
My insides are so sensitive right now; they're pulsing with him inside. A heart beat.
"Avanzar. Touch yourself," he licks his lips while looking down at my blushing booty.
He kisses my forehead then stands back up straight with his hands behind his back.
I don't know where I pull the energy from, but I hold my self up with one hand and start throwing it back on his dick. He leaves spit on my hole again while I start stroking myself.
He lifts my leg so it's on top of my desk. The angle makes me go insane.
"Mmhm," he slaps my cheeks again and grips on my waist.
His breaths gets heavier as he starts moaning and groaning.
I grunt while I shoot streams of nut again, throbbing around his dick. I can feel him about to cum.
He pulls out and turns me around.
"Ponte de rodillas," he tells me.
I follow his directions, get on my knees, and look up at him hungry for his nut.
I'm exhausted.
"Lemme paint your face," he slaps his length on my lips.
I stick my tongue out so I can catch as much as I can. He nuts all over me while staring dead in my eyes. I rub his cum all over my body and taste it with my fingers.
I've never been like this for anyone.
After he finishes he sighs deeply and backs away. He starts putting on his briefs and pants.
"What?" I stand up.
He hurries and puts on his shoes.
I can't feel my body.
"Hey!"
I grab his shirt off the floor.
"Wait!" I get upset.
He snatches it from me with his phone and wallet in hand.
"You can't just slut me out like that then leave!"
"Why can't I," he lifts his chin.
"Cause..."
"Because of what?" He glares.
"Cause you're mi novio, Rojo," I sit on the edge of my bed and cross my arms.
Tears start running down my face.
"1111. Rali wanted to cop," I grab my phone and shove it in his hands.
I try to stop the tears from rolling.
"I've never had something this genuine and you know it. I never been this close to anyone."
"Then why you tryna fuck it up by lying and hiding shit from me... then acting crazy as fuck when all I wanted to do was stand in and protect my peace about the situation as much as possible. Look at this mess. You see this shit," he starts spazzing and pointing at all the molly and percs laying around my room.
"Don't sit here and act like you don't condone psychedelics. You can go to jail just like you can go to jail for the rest of this," I yell back.
"Ion want you trappin nun of this shit... even trapping psychs. Look at you baby come on; I know you a lil trap baby, but this? Look at your spirituality and connectivity. Molly and percs are not like psychedelics and even those can be abused. What's wrong with you? That shit low vibrational, Papi! You know how stressed out I am right now? Just think if you ended up in jail, strung out, or killed. Then boom, my special human would be gone..."
"I been selling dellies for years, but I picked up more weight for more money. It was for us. Estoy tratando de ayudar."
"You're trying to help?"
"Yes! I wanna be comfortable when we move."
He eyes me, then laughs, and grabs my book bag. He starts shoving everything back inside.
"How much did this cost."
"I got it off a front."
"How much did it cost?"
"Why Rojo-"
"How much did it cost, Damn!"
His voice shakes my room.
"A g," I shy inside myself.
He gets on his knees in front of me and holds my face in his hands.
"You're stubborn... How many times I gotta tell you? Ima take care of you. You might not want what you think is a handout... I can definitely understand why, but this is not to hold over your head later. It's to make you happy and give you freedom in a world that cost so much to live in. A g, bro? I could cash app you a thousand dollars on my phone right now; even more than that. It wouldn't be a problem because I have it and I love you enough to let you have access to everything I got. Okay?" He stares at me.
I try to wipe my tears, but he wipes them for me.
"Okay?" He asks again.
I don't feel his anger anymore.
"Okay... Im sorry."
He hugs me tight and pulls me up with him as he stands.
"Stop crying. I'm not finna leave you Papi. If I'm ever leaving it's temporary. I just wanted to get my head straight but you started wildn."
He kisses my face.
"Stay with me please," I mumble.
"I will."
"Don't leave me."
"I won't."
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