𝐇𝐈𝐌. | 𝐘𝐁𝐍𝐊

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄.

GLIZZY
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"You know, if you cold I can warm you up, luh baby." Taymor suggested, a sneaky smirk spreading upon his moist lips as his hand inched closer to my inner thigh.

I moved his hand. "Nah, I'ma just go upstairs and grab a blanket from the closet." I politely declined, trying to fight the urge to smile.

I knew he wanted me. I mean, I was pretty irresistible. And although I wanted him too, I was going to play hard to get because I always make it too easy for him to get what he wants from me, plus I knew Taymor secretly loved a challenge, that shit turned him on. Besides, it wasn't too long ago that his nigga was inside of me, it would be real grimy if I just fucked him right after. Not that I didn't want any dick, because I did, but I couldn't do him or my best friend like that. And just chilling with Taymor wasn't so bad anyway, he was an amazing cook, he had good weed, he loved video games just like me, and it was actually quiet at his house so I could get lots of good sleep.

I shared an apartment with some weird ass white college kids I found on Craigslist, who I'm pretty sure are all lowkey racist, and all they did was party all night and listen to that scream shit. The only reason I put up with them is because they buy cocaine and pills from Fresh weekly, and I got them a pretty good discount because that shit ain't cheap. In return, they gave me a little extra on the side for rent, which is really just the difference between what they'd be paying full price and the discount they get through me. And let me tell you, almost five thousand dollars a week is a lot of fucking money. They usually got the money from their parents, who were all rich as fuck, and if this was high school we would of been robbed they asses.

But on a serious note, it felt good to have some what of a stable income again. Even though the living situation was kind of fucked up, almost any living situation beats being homeless again, or staying with Jay and having to rely on him for shit until I'm on my feet, just so he could throw it back up in my face. I even got money from Taymor too, but I stopped taking it because I'm not a prostitute.

Once I tried to get up, Taymor's hand softly gripped my waist and pulled me back down beside him on the couch.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Hold on, if we ain't fuckin' why'd you even come all the way over here?" he asked bluntly.

I couldn't help to be taken aback by his question, but I couldn't really act surprised either, I knew what it was between us. I was never more than a pice of ass to him, and occasional good company whenever Nahmir decided he wanted to be straight again.

"Um, because you said you cooked, duh. And I ain't been grocery shopping yet so I came to eat up all yo shit instead." I replied, smirking.

"And don't be acting like you don't enjoy my company, nigga." I frowned, pushing his chest playfully before getting up.

He sent a harsh smack to my ass, causing me to squeal and jump as my cheeks jiggled in my basketball shorts. "Yeah whatever," he scoffed. "just hurry up so I can bust yo ass in 2k and we can stop watching this sap ass movie." he called after me.

I ignored him and continued to climb the steps. I was supposed to be looking in his hallway closet for a blanket, but ended up stopping in front of his door when something caught my eye. I could have sworn I saw a limp body laying in the middle of his floor, and I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me until I actually stopped and looked.

My eyes widen and I gasped at the sight of a naked, bloody, and clearly unconscious Nahmir sprawled out on Taymor's bedroom floor. I ran over to him and dropped down beside him, my salty tears dropping on his skin as I hovered over him. His cheek was bruised, his lip was bleeding, and the rest of his body was littered in small cuts and large, dark purple bruises.

I looked down and saw that his boxers were around his ankles and had a hole in them, as well as some dried up blood.

Was he...raped by Taymor?

A sob escaped my throat at the thought, my lips quivering as I shook my best friends lifeless looking body. I frantically whispered his name over and over again. I smacked his face repeatedly, crying even harder after he didn't respond.

"Jesus please!" I cried, collapsing on top of his limp body as I sobbed quietly. "Nicky baby please-"

"Glizzy?" Taymor's voice called out, followed by the sound of his footsteps.

I cut myself off with a low gasp, my eyes quickly darting around the room for a place to hide.

The closer his footsteps got, the more I started to panic. I didn't have enough time to make a run for it, but there wasn't anywhere for me to hide in his room either. If Taymor saw me in here, whatever he did to Nahmir, he could possibly do to me.

"Nigga stop fucking playing, where you at?!" Taymor called again, clearly getting agitated.

My heart dropped as I heard the floor boards creak, meaning he was now coming down the hallway. His room was the last one at the end of it, so I had a few more seconds to find a place to hide, but I had to think fast. A lightbulb went off in my head as I glanced at his bed. I could just hide up under there and pray to God he doesn't find me.

So that's what I did.

I hurriedly crawled up under the bed and put my hand over my mouth to hold in my cries and ensure that I didn't make any other sounds. All the other doors up here was closed, including the bathroom, so hopefully he'll think I'm in there. I watched Taymor walk into the room from up under the bed, pushing my hand into my mouth harder as my heart beat sped up. He stopped in the doorway, calling my name one more time before shrugging again and walking inside, closing and locking the door behind him after I didn't answer.

He stopped in the middle of the room again and cocked his head to the side as he looked at Nahmir, a deep chuckle parting his lips. "Damn, Mir. Guess I went too crazy huh?"

My eyes widened as his laughter grew louder while he tugged on his jogging pants. Taymor let them fall down, revealing his bare ass. He kicked them off and got on the ground, hovering on top of Nahmir, who was laying on his side. Taymor pushed Nahmir's leg up until his hole was exposed, shoving himself inside with a loud grunt. He grabbed a still unconscious Nahmir by his neck, wrapping his arm around the front of it and pulling his small, pale body against his more muscular one. He began thrusting into Nahmir, his pelvis violently smacking into his ass, which was now blood red. Each painful jab forward was more powerful than the other, and eventually blood started running down his bruised legs.

I quietly wept into my hand, watching Taymor rape my best friend. I felt so small, so helpless. I was in shock, and wanted nothing more than to be able to look away, but my body was paralyzed with fear and I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of this horrifying scene that I was witnessing.

"Sh-Shit!" Taymor cursed, letting out a shaky breath. He suddenly let go of Nahmir's motionless body and pushed him face forward.

I cringed at the cracking sound his face made once it hit the carpeted floor, briefly looking away.

Taymor pulled out and turned Nahmir's body over, sitting on top of his chest. He pried his mouth open and shoved himself down Nahmir's throat, tangling his fingers in his dreads. He brung his head forward repeatedly, holding a hand on the wall to help him thrust forward.

I abruptly rose up from my sweat soaked bed, my eyes wide and my face wet with a mixture of sweat and tears. I placed my hand over my chest, which was rising and falling violently as I desperately gasped for air. My eyes casted around the dark room in a panic, but I soon calmed down when I realized that I was in my room. More tears fell from my eyes as I hugged my knees and rocked back and forth on the bed. I began weeping softly as I recalled my horrid dream.

This was a reoccurring thing, something that had been happening over the past few months and was the cause of many sleepless nights. I had no idea how to stop them, they just progressively got worse and worse over time. I was tired of reliving such a traumatic night, and holding such a secret in was overwhelming, but I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone what I saw without feeling instant shame and guilt for keeping quiet for so long. Especially since I had been acting like nothing was wrong and continued to smile in Nahmir's face and deal with Taymor. I needed to do something though, I couldn't even go to sleep around Mya without worrying that I would have another dream and end up embarrassing myself when I woke up screaming and crying.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, causing me to gasp and slightly jump as I scrambled dry my tears and pretend like I wasn't just crying. I relaxed instantly once Mya came into view, letting out a sigh of relief as I fell against the back of my headboard. We briefly locked eyes before my phone went off, stealing my attention.

I was going to ignore it until I saw that it was my mom calling, which was weird. We don't have a bad relationship or anything, but she kind of went ghost on everyone after getting remarried a couple of years ago. Now it's hard to get her to pickup the phone, and when she does, it's always "I'll call you right back", and then she sends me and my brother pictures of her in France the next week.

"You better not answer that." I looked up and Mya was now standing in front of me completely naked.

Her naturally curly hair was messy all over her head, but a sexy type of messy, and her towel was on the floor behind her, along with her bonnet. The sight of her wet, naked, chocolate body had my dick jumping and my mouth salivating, making me forget all about the dream. I felt better already.

Mya then pulled out a large red dildo from behind her back, along with a small bottle of lube. My eyes widened as I stared at the thirteen inch vibrating dildo, which was about three inches wide. It wouldn't be my first time taking it, or my second, or third time. I was very well acquainted with the silicon toy, but I still could never get used to it.

I gulped and began scooting back on the bed as Mya walked towards me, twirling the dildo in her hand while she traced the tip of it with her finger. As soon as she got to the bed, she threw the items down and tried to jumped onto my lap.

Off instinct, I moved out of the way before she crushed my stomach, but she just giggled and climbed on top of my lap anyway, saying something about me acting "feisty".

I closed my eyes and groaned, my body tensing in pain from her literally crushing my dick when she got on top of me. "Damn Ma-"

"Shut up," she barked, causing me to raise my eyebrow at her, "and take this off." she ordered, aggressively tugging at the oversized hoodie that I wore, which was Jay's old hoodie from high school that I stole and never gave back. This nigga used to stay wearing clothes he knew was too big for him.

I grabbed the hoodie before she could pull it up and pushed her hands away. "I don't need to take the hoodie off!" I said quickly, making Mya look at me sideways.

"You've been wearing that hoodie literally everyday since I came back. I know you're hot, it's freaking ninety degrees outside, and your air is broken. Why wouldn't you wanna take it off?" she asked.

"Um..." I trailed off, a lump of nervousness forming in the back of my throat as I tried to think of a quick lie, "I-" my phone started ringing again, cutting me off. I did a quick glance and saw that it was my mom calling for the second time, but I knew better than to answer my phone right now, so I let it ring. I'd just have to call her back later.

"You know what, I don't even care anymore. If you wanna walk around in a hoodie in this hot ass Alabama weather, be my guest, Zion." Mya spat, glaring at me as she got off of my lap.

I tried to grab at her before she could get all the way off of the bed, but she snatched back. I sighed, watching her angrily rummage through her drawer for clothes, pulling out a pair of panties and quickly sliding them up.

"Before you go, there's something I need to talk to you about." I mumbled, nervously playing with my fingers. She ignored me, pulling her cotton shorts up and sliding a matching t-shirt over her head.

"Mya!" I barked, quickly catching her attention. She jumped as she closed the drawer back, turning around with a startled facial expression, "please come and sit down, we need to talk."

After a few seconds passed by, she finally gave in. "Fine." Mya sighed, rolling her eyes.

She sat down on the side of the bed, not to far away from me. "What is it?"

"Um...s-so do you remember that time you came down here and caught me cheating with Jay in high school?" I asked sheepishly, my face growing hot and red from embarrassment.

Mya bursted into laughter. "Of course I remember. I mean, how could I forget?" she laughed bitterly, "I've always wondered what another nigga could do for my man that I couldn't."

"...well we had a conversation that day and I ended up admitting to you that I was bisexual, but you said that it was just a phase and I was probably confused because we were so young. Then you eventually accepted me and told me that the only way I could have sex with a boy is if with did it together, so we started having threesomes with other boys, but-"

"Wait," she cut me off, putting her hand up to stop me, "why are you bringing this up again after all these years, Zion?" she asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

"Because before you left for college I told you that I was no longer attracted to the same sex, and that you were right, but...I lied." I mumbled, looking down in shame, "I've had sex with more boys since then. And when I told you we needed to take a break that one time, it was because I realized that I was in love with Jay, and me and him were in relationship until a few months ago." I admitted, guilt written all over my face. I avoided Mya's penetrating stare, which was pretty intense.

She sat quiet and held her composure for the most part, minus the silent tears and slight shaking. It was almost as if she was waiting on me to say something she already knew.

"Let me guess," she smiled weakly, "you're breaking up with me?"

"No, Mya-"

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!" she shouted, smacking the bed out of frustration as tears flowed over her mocha colored skin.

"I'm pregnant."

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Whew chile 🤭 looks like the cat is out of the bag now, both cats 🥴 do any of y'all look at Glizzy differently now that y'all know he knew about Nahmir and Tay?

Also, if any of y'all are confused or have questions let me know!