Nick Young and Archer West are boyfriends. Archer hates his home and his life, the only thing tolerable about it is Nick. So then he decides that he wants to pack up and get lost in New York City. Nick would do anything for Archer, even if it means leaving his family and his future behind. Soon the glittery and grime that's New York starts to wear on them. With problems at every turn and the constant need for a place to stay, will the cause of their devotion be the end of them.
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Pack everything. That's what he said. The words were final and heavy, he wasn't coming back. And neither was I. I jammed my shirts, personal items and pants into a blue duffel bag. I tried not to glance at the framed family photo resting on my old wooden desk. My mother looked so happy; she had the biggest smile on her face. My little sister however cried the entire time; you could tell because her full cheeks were shiny and red. The photo was taken two years ago. I remembered that day because my hair was misbehaving and she told me that she met someone. His name was Scott Peterson and he worked construction; and he had three failed marriages prior. I wanted to scream at her so badly; instead I told her to do what she wanted. I hated her for moving on; my father's body wasn't even cold yet and she remarried. I've changed; I don't care about these people anymore. I don't care about this boring city, school, or my old life. I look around my room for the last time; I left the family photo behind. I carry my things through the window and down the street. A dark green pickup truck is parked there; I silently open the back door and toss everything in. Archer rushes toward me from the driver's side. I smile at him; I can't believe we're actually doing this. I shivered as he wrapped his muscular arms around my slender frame.
"Got everything?" he said into my hair.
"Yes," I stuttered.
He pulled back and just stared at me; his light amber colored eyes bore into mine. I ran my hands through his black hair and tugged on the wavy ends.
"Let's go," he says.
I kissed his dimpled chin and then his nose. He rubbed his large hands against my back and then my butt. I laughed; he always found a way to my ass. We climbed into the truck and sped away into the night like bandits. Only, we stole each other.
FIVE MONTHS LATER
The apartment is boiling. I readjust the melting bag of carrots across my forehead. I'm shirtless and in my boxers but I'm still so fucking hot.
"New York in July is the worst," Taylor says, while staring at the v in my pelvis.
Archer walks into the living room slash kitchen. This apartment is so small. There're two bedrooms and one bathroom; which we share and nobody cleans. I can't count the number of times I whined to Archer that I wanted to leave. Archer glares at Taylor; I know that jealous look in his eyes. Taylor quickly averts his eyes from me and instead ogles Archer. I see him admiring his broad back and sweaty six-pack. My boyfriend is gorgeous and he's all mine. I lustfully salivate at his moist sun-kissed skin. We haven't had sex in one week and it's killing me. Usually we fuck everyday; but now I'm working full time and our roommates are super invasive.
They never leave and when it's late and I'm moaning from his hard pounding I hear them. They exaggerate our sex noises and jeers through the paper thin walls. One time I even heard Tyler moaning along like he was actually getting off.
"Why am I the only one single?" Tyler groans.
"Because you're an asshole," Archer says then flops on the couch beside me.
"Oh right. I forgot," Tyler smiles, closing his eyes.
Archer wraps his arm around my waist; I moan as he presses his warm mouth against my hot neck and gently sucks the sensitive skin there. I try pushing him away but he doesn't budge.
"It's too hot," I whine.
"What do you expect?" he whispers. "You're barely wearing anything."
"You're shirtless too," I whisper. "And I'm not pawing at you."
