Sweet CEO's First Love

Quintin watched Kaylen turn away. He was so far back he knew Kaylen couldn't see him, let alone the fact that he had worn a hat and all brand new clothes.

He fondled the ring on the necklace around his neck, a habit he had taken up over the past few months. He knew it was stupid, a mistake that he had kept it. But he couldn't help himself after he had left the room and with his still bleeding hand he had made his way back up the hill behind his parents house, got on his hands and knees and looked for the ring. 

It was hard at first because he couldn't see through the rainfall of tears he couldn't stop shedding, but eventually. Just as the sun broke away and headed down the horizon line, just as the world tinted itself in an array of colors so beautiful an artist would be jealous. He had found the little silver ring with its six winking diamonds in the grass near the roots. Covered in dirt it was a little less perfect than before. 

He had picked it up and held it. It was okay, it was a mess, so was he.

He still couldn't wear it like a ring on his actual finger. Maybe he was damaged for keeping it at all, but it had become second nature to have it laying against his chest under his shirt.

He would almost feel naked without it.

Kaylen's steps were heavy but he was still turning away. He was still boarding.

Quintin's heart fell. There was a small part of him still hopping that he would turn around and make a beeline for the doors. A small part of him wishing that like in every movie out there Kaylen would turn around and look for him. That he just wouldn't go.

But even though he seemed upset, he was leaving.

'Is this what torture feels like? Am I torturing myself on purpose?'

'Why can't I stop myself? This is so pathetic!'

Quintin turned to go too, and stopped when two dress shoes appeared on the ground before him blocking his way.

He lifted his hat as his heart soared.

'He found me! I knew he would notice me, there was no way he would leave… He wouldn't leave.'

But his heart crashed as he thought those final words but the legs and body gave way to his friend Santiago. 

He tried to keep the smile there but the moment it was San instead of Kaylen, he just couldn't do it. His face crumpled, and so did San's in response.

San reached out his arms and pulled Quintin in for a hug and for the first time in months, he let someone hold him as he sobbed. 

He had tried to be brave. Through all the questions from his family. Through all the questions from Kaylen's family, and through every mutual friend they shared and all of their families when he saw them. He had tried to remain happy and polite. 

It wasn't their fault. It was just how it had always been.

Where Kaylen was so was Quintin and it was the same in reverse.

So the loss he felt was doubled as every person around him pointed out the missing piece of himself.

And it echoed through him daily.

'Had he really felt none of that? How could he walk away, when I am feeling so hollow, and empty. Doesn't he feel the same way too?'

He couldn't imagine it, but the evidence was clear. He had chosen someone else. He had chosen to leave. He was literally being left behind for someone else. If there wasn't any greater betrayal in a relationship, it would only have been death.

Because he doubted anything in the world could hurt as bad as this.

But it was his own fault he had loved one sided. 

How could he have just expected the feelings to be reciprocated. It was ridiculously naive of him.

No one has to love you as much as you love them. It's all in their hearts. And you can love someone without them ever loving you back at all.

Quintin took a few more minutes in his thoughts, really wallowing in the pain. It wasn't that he wanted to, it was just that the pool was sooo deep, and he didn't have a life jacket.

'Kaylen was always my life jacket.' Quintin thought somberly, before sniffling and wiping his face.

'There, all better now?" San asked, gently.

Quintin grimaced. "I am heartbroken, not a child who lost it's lolly." he said bitterly before hanging his head to look down at his custom kicks.

"Ah… Right." San said, before removing his arms from around Quintin awkwardly.

He didn't blame him, he knew he was pretty awkward and uncomfortable to be around right now. He had been living with San for months now and it was clear San had no idea what to do with him other than let him sleep on his couch.

San didn't realize he didn't have to comfort him, he was already doing the best thing for Quintin's soul. He was providing him with a safe space.

A safe place to rest his head that wasn't surrounded in Kaylen, everything Kaylen. 

It was hard enough to continue his daily routine without running into something the two of them had done together.

Quintin looked up at San somberly.

"I know I seem delicate. But I promise you don't have to baby me. It just hurts… All of this. I dunno for some reason it never occurred to me that I would be rejected. I guess I had placed this unreal expectation on him, huh… Too much pressure. I never really even bothered to ask him what he would want. I always just assumed it was me."

San held out his hand, and when Quin didn't take it he used it to smooth back his hair. As if that was what he had been trying to do all along.

"Hey, he is a fool for not realizing what he had." San started.

Quin shook his head.

"No, Kaylen always had trouble following the path he was born into. It's not that he didn't realize what he had. He was scared." Quin insisted.

San's eyebrows furrowed.

"He left you behind, he is gone now. You don't need to sugar coat things, and protect him. Even with him gone." He snapped.

Quintin looked up at San alarmed. 

San rubbed the ridge between his brows before letting out a sigh and then looking back at Quin.

"Sorry, you just always defend him. It's okay to just let yourself hurt right now. It's okay to be angry with him. It's okay to be…"

"That's just it." Quin said with exasperation.

"I am not mad at him. I am mad at myself! I should never have fallen in love with him. It ruined everything." He stated, his voice rising as he lost control of his anger and grief.

"Loving someone just ruins everything." He said his voice cracking on the last words.

"God I am a mess." He collapsed in on himself then. Completely unable to stop it anymore, and he ran from the airport without looking back. 

He heard San yelling Quin, multiple times, but he didn't care. He didn't look back. He couldn't, so he closed off his ears and ignored everything, outside of his own pain.

Instead he focused on the only comfort he had. The comfort of the ring thumping against his chest.

This is the old story please ignore it.

wanted to pin down one thing he was feeling, to just understand one thing Saint made him feel so fully and completely, but he just couldn't.

Because any emotion he was feeling other than shock and a heavy embarrassment in this moment, were only in the back of his thinking, because his

Saint regarded him with an expression he had never 

His carefully placed mask dissolved from the shock of Heart standing there hard as a rock, buttons and tie undone, face flushed, moaning for him... Exposed before him.

Heart tried to glare at him. Tried to hate him for following him when he had told him to leave

Hate how little he listened to him, and his feelings. But he couldn't because that was a lie, Saint had always, always, only ever asked him, he only ever did whatever it was Heart wanted or needed. He might push a little, but he had never once not been honest with his feelings, and with how he treated Heart.

It was the sexiest feeling he couldn't explain, to feel completely supported by someone. Yet also feeling like they were a danger to your very sanity, like if they didn't touch you, you would cease to exist. But the moment they did, you became liquid in their hands.

Heart shook, his body begging for that touch again, like some hapless junkie.

He felt excited; he watched Saint's breathing. Soft, composed, but deep, lengthy breaths. Heart could feel every single one of them since he pressed so tightly into Saint.

And Saint wasn't loosening his grip.

He looked up at Saint and his face was needy, desire tainting the corners of his expression. Saint sucked in his bottom lip and backed them up.

Heart's steps shuffled along with Saint's even though he was now walking backwards back towards the door, he mind numbingly followed like a sheep to the slaughter.

Even though he knew he was being caged in

His mind 

He felt his body slam into the wall; the breath knocked out of him for a second. And then he groaned as his pelvis pressed even harder into Saint's from the impact.

It felt delectable, like a hunger had burst inside him burning him up from within. A fantastic feeling he couldn't ignore as it ate at him. He whimpered as his senses heightened and maximized. The soft half hard state of Sain't cock against his own.

He could feel how thick it was already and it wasn't even fully hard, but he could tell it was a good handful for Saint and Saint had some decent-sized hands.

Heart gulped and tried to regulate his heavy breathing.

Saint's hand disappeared from around his back and for a moment Heart thought he was going to free him before Saint's hand traversed down his back and clenched his bottom tightly, before sliding towards the front of his pants and as if time had stopped the moment he did Saint's fingers wrapped around his zipper and ever so slowly pulled it down. Saint watched him carefully, as their first meeting in this very room echoed play-by-play before him but this time in reverse.

'Close your eyes, just close, why can't you stop looking into his eyes.. Saint close your eyes, I don't think I can close mine with you looking at me like that.'