Bound by Hate

Bound by Hate
Cody POV

I’m sweaty on the studio floor, chest warm from Ryan’s thrusts. My legs shake, tangled with his. My phone rings loud, sharp by my jeans. My heart jumps, fast and tight. Ryan shifts quick, breath shaky. “Who?” I say, soft. My hand reaches out, shaky and slow. My stomach twists, cold and quick. He leans close, whispering soft. “Cody, maybe—” he starts, low and warm. My throat burns, scared and dumb. I grab it fast, screen glowing bright.

“Jake,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, worried quick. I swipe fast, heart slamming hard. “You okay?” I ask, loud. My chest tightens, thinking of rehab. “Yeah,” he says, rough but clear. My breath shakes, relief flooding slow. “Home soon,” he adds, low. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Good,” I say, soft. My throat burns, proud and real. Ryan grins big, hand on my back. My chest feels light, warm with him.

Days roll slow, studio buzzing loud. Kids dance fast, feet tapping hardwood. My heart jumps, proud and quick. “Dream’s real,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and sure. Ryan’s there, watching me teach. My chest heaves, love loud and true. Mail comes in, stack big and thick. My hands shake, flipping through fast. My stomach flips, warm and dumb. Then I see it—letters mean and sharp. My breath stops, cold and fast.

“Die, fags,” one says, black and bold. My chest freezes, tight and raw. “Sick freaks,” another bites, paper crinkling loud. My hands tremble, dropping them quick. My throat closes up, tears spilling hot. “Ryan,” I say, voice small. My legs wobble, shaky and weak. He’s there fast, eyes dark and mad. “What?” he says, rough and low. My heart hurts, scared and real. I point slow, hands shaking bad.

He grabs them quick, jaw tight and hard. “Fuck this,” he says, loud and mad. My chest heaves, crumbling fast. “They hate us,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking wild. My knees buckle, hitting the floor. My tears drip fast, soaking my shirt. “No,” he says, firm and low. His hands grab my arms, pulling me up. My breath shakes, fighting him weak. “I’m trash,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, hate loud and mean.

He drags me home, car quiet and dark. My chest’s tight, shaking bad. “You’re enough,” he says, rough and soft. My eyes sting, blurry and hot. “They’re right,” I say, quiet. My hands claw my hair, tugging hard. He parks fast, door slamming loud. My legs shake, following slow. “Bed,” he says, low and firm. My heart jumps, scared and dumb. He pulls me in, room dark and close.

My shirt’s off quick, jeans next. My skin’s cold, shaky and bare. He grabs ties, soft and black. My breath catches, fast and wild. “Trust me,” he says, low. My throat burns, nodding slow. He ties my wrists, tight to the bed. My chest heaves, nervous and real. “You’re mine,” he says, rough and sure. My heart slams, warm and quick. He strips slow, body hard and close.

He climbs on, knees by my hips. My legs shake, tied and wide. His lips kiss my chest, soft and slow. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. “Enough,” he says, low and warm. My throat burns, tears dripping slow. His tongue licks my nipple, gentle and wet. My moan’s soft, breaking quick. He moves lower, kissing my stomach. My chest tightens, needy and raw. “Please,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, begging dumb.

He teases slow, tongue on my thighs. My cock’s hard, untouched and hot. My hips jerk, shaky and wild. “Not yet,” he says, rough and low. My throat closes up, whining loud. His lips brush my balls, soft and warm. My moan’s loud, shaking bad. Hours drag, tongue everywhere but there. My chest heaves, sweaty and real. “Ryan,” I sob, wild and raw. My hands pull the ties, tight and red.

He licks my hips, slow and mean. My cock throbs, leaking wet. My breath’s fast, breaking hard. “You’re enough,” he says again, low. My eyes sting, blurry and hot. “Touch me,” I beg, loud and shaky. My throat burns, trust loud and real. He grins soft, tongue teasing close. My legs shake, weak and wide. “Almost,” he says, rough and warm. My chest hurts, needing him bad.

He keeps going, hours slow and long. My body’s sweaty, shaking wild. His tongue licks my thighs, soft and hot. My moan’s loud, begging raw. “Please,” I sob, tears spilling fast. My heart slams, trust shaky and sure. He moves up, lips by my ear. “You’re mine,” he says, low and fierce. My chest bursts, warm and quick. “Yours,” I say, hoarse. My voice breaks, healing slow.

He unties me slow, hands free and sore. My wrists sting, red and raw. His tongue stays soft, teasing my neck. My breath shakes, needy and close. “Enough,” he says, quiet and sure. My throat burns, sobbing loud. He grabs my cock, finally slow. My moan’s wild, shaking the bed. My cum spills fast, hot with a sob. My chest heaves, breaking free. “Love you,” he says, low and rough.

I slump hard, sweaty and weak. My chest’s warm, sticking to his. His arms wrap me, tight and close. My legs shake, loose and sore. “Love you too,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, trust solid now. His lips kiss my tears, gentle and warm. My heart slows, steady with him. “They’re nothing,” he says, quiet. My chest feels big, hate fading slow. “Just us,” I say, hoarse.

We lie there, dark and quiet. My body’s sore, good sore. His breath’s warm on my neck, calming down. “You’re my rock,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his chest, feeling heartbeat. He nods slow, hand in my hair. “Always,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, happy and quick. “No more cracks,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, faith loud and real. His lips brush my forehead, soft and sure.

We stay close, night deep and still. My chest heaves, slowing soft. His arm stays on me, heavy and good. “We’re enough,” he says, soft. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My voice steadies, strong with him. His heartbeat thumps, steady under me. My heart jumps, love loud and true. “Fuck the hate,” I say, soft. My chest warms, trust sealed tight.

Then a crash hits outside. Loud. Sharp. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan sits up quick, breath shaky. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. He pulls me close, murmuring low. “Cody, it’s—”