The Bully - Chapter 22 (Patreon)

THE BULLY

Chapter 22: Rainbow Road

"Hey, mate. Do you think we could work together tonight? Help each other out?"

A few days after the events in the Coach's office and the night which had followed, Luke and Dylan were going through their finale tests.

The last one was maths and it was a doozy for every student.

Dylan was losing his mind over his formulas; it was like he was trying to read ancient Greek without having taken any lesson.

He knew he had no right to ask anything from Luke but he had sent the text anyway.

It was not like he had many friends to talk to…

He got his reply from Luke a couple minutes later.

"My dad's home but yes, let's work together. You can come over."

In a sense, it was a blessing that the exams were happening right after Gropper's bloody murder because it gave Luke a tangible reason to think and obsess over something else.

Luke had much more trouble than his teammate to dissociate from what had happened to their wrestling coach.

Every night, he was having vivid nightmares of Gropper coming back from the dead to have his revenge.

During the day, each scenario was more horrific than the last. Was Gropper truly dead? How did Clifford get rid of the body? Would the police come find him? Would he end up in prison? What would his father think?

A week later, Luke would wake-up in the middle of the night, convinced that he had heard a knock at the door and it was the cops, coming for him.

The necessity to pass his exams was the only thing keeping him afloat.

He had hesitated accepting Dylan's request to come over.

They had barely talked since the quote on quote “incident”.

Also, it was pretty clear that by "working together" and "helping each other", Dylan was only asking for Luke's help.

Everyone knew that Luke was the top of their class while Dylan could only barely pass his classes thanks to his charm.

Despite everything, it was still very hard for Luke to say no to his high-school crush or to resist spending time with him.

This had been another consequence of the “incident.” Since then, the harassment and bullying seemed like they belonged to another lifetime.

Rightfully or not, he did not hold anymore grudge about that.

Besides, helping someone else would make Luke go through the complicated mathematical notions himself. It was a good way to exercise. Right?

"Dad, you don't mind that a mate comes over so we can work together for tomorrow's exam?" Luke asked his father.

Charlie happily agreed.

In all those years, barely anyone had come by the apartment, which was a bit concerning for Luke's social life. He was a smart kid but he did not seem to have many friends at school.

When he saw Dylan at his door an hour later, Charlie understood that it was not any mate who had come over.

He did not know a lot about gay stuff but his son was clearly drooling over the wrestling captain, that much he could tell.

Maybe the fact that they were getting closer explained Luke’s odd behaviour lately.

"Good evening, Mr. Walker." Dylan said politely.

"Hello, Dylan. Luke's in his bedroom, he’s waiting for you."

Charlie regretted his somewhat tendentious phrasing but Dylan did not seem to overthink it.

That was the great thing about Dylan Ward, he never overthought too much, even after murdering someone with a baseball bat.

"Hey, mate." He fist-bumped Luke.

With time, this had become their normal way to greet each other.

"Hey. I would have come to your house but I didn't want your father to kill me for hanging out with you… Does he know you're here?" Luke asked, sneakily.

"He doesn't, but he wouldn't mind."

“He’s fine with me now? I don’t have to be afraid of him?”

His tone was a bit more serious.

It was fair for it to be a real concern.

"Well, other stuff have happened since then." Dylan replied firmly, wanting to close the conversation.

Their agreement implied not to say Gropper's name or to refer to the "incident" ever again, even between themselves.

"I know..."

"You didn't have to agree for me to come if you didn't want to. I mean, I can leave." Dylan spoke angrily, holding his school bag.

"No... I..."

Luke searched for his words.

He definitely still had feelings for his former bully and he could tell that Dylan and him was now linked by something stronger than themselves.

There were so many things he wished he could tell Dylan but at the same time, he was very much unclear about what he truly wanted from him.

"What?" Dylan pressed him, impatient.

"Never mind. Let's just work. I bet you need some help?"

"Would you be able to give me some tricks so I managed to at least get a D? At this point, I'm not aiming for anything more but I cannot get an F. Even with Greene's good grades throughout the year, I would be failing with an F on my finales."

Luke smiled.

"I wanted to work on the probabilities chapter before tomorrow. It's the easiest lesson and I neglected it so far, I guess we can do that."

"That sounds great!”

And just like that, the two wrestlers sat on each side of Luke's bed and started going through his notes and memos.

It was as if they had not killed and hid the body of their wrestling coach a week earlier.

At this stage, no one had alerted the authorities regarding Gropper's disappearance or if they did, the information had not been made public.

Just like when they had studied at Dylan's house, Luke and Dylan got along just fine while they were working their classes together.

When he was actually committed to learn something, Dylan was not that stupid, and Luke enjoyed being in this position of the one "who knew."

He had even been considering a career as a teacher for his future. Well, that was before the Gropper's incident, since then, he was not sure he wanted to put a single foot in a school for the rest of his life.

For Dylan, this late-session was lifesaving. Luke made him understand notions that Greene had never managed to get inside his head in four years.

After the exam was over the next day, he even felt like he could get himself a C which was pretty much a miracle at this point.

"Thank you, Luke! Really! Thank you!" He jumped on Luke once it was all done.

Both guys were relieved to be finally done with their exams.

"When I saw the questions, I thought, good thing we went over those points last night!"

In the frenzy of the moment, Dylan kissed Luke on the cheek.

They were in the middle of a crowd full of excited students but visibly, Dylan could not care less.

He did not even notice Grayson, watching them from afar, full of jealousy and bitterness.

Luke tried not to blush after the surprising public display of affection. He was on his own high from smashing his test.

"You want to come by my house again tonight? To celebrate? My dad will be working late at the bar."

At this point, it was not like any of them had the opportunity to be invited to the wrestling team’s party. They were pretty much disliked by all their teammates.

"Sure!" Dylan replied enthusiastically.

After all this stress, it was exactly what he needed, an evening outside of his house, and away from his father.

“Let’s go home together, then.”

On their way to the apartment, Luke did wonder.

There was no excuse of studying anymore, they could not talk about wrestling since they could not mention the coach, they were bound to go to different colleges, so what the hell would they be talking about?

As it turned out, they would not talk much at all.

Maybe it was the euphoria of finishing school, the huge pressure from the last few weeks breaking down, or the few beers they allowed themselves, but something changed between Luke and Dylan that night.

Or maybe, something which had always been there got to be expressed for the first time.

It started pretty casually; they played video games, although, they were sitting very close to each other on the couch. They were both wearing shorts and their thighs were touching each other.

It was pretty incidental at first, but as the rounds of Street Fighter (yes, they had decided to go vintage) progressed, there was no doubt that it was not a normal position for "bros" to be sitting in.

Dylan's hand would find its way on Luke's left thigh, never for more than a few seconds but sending electric waves to Luke's body every single time.

On his side, Luke's foot would be rubbing Dylan's thigh.

It was not obvious but it was definitely a light caress.

Inevitably, the guys were getting turned-on and their bulges were becoming more prominent in their shorts.

Knowing exactly the effect that this move would have on his former teammate, Dylan decided to take his tank top off by the end of the tenth round of their Street Fighter’s battles.

"It's so fucking hot in here." He mentioned while peeling his top off.

It was hot, indeed.

Luke spontaneously licked his own lips as he saw pearls of sweat dripping from Dylan's large and perky nipples.

That man may have been an arrogant prick, but he was freaking stunning.

Luke had slurped on those titties before; he knew how they tasted and how nice licking them was making Dylan feel.

See, the one good thing about their (sick) relationship was that, even though it had been in less than envious circumstances, at this stage, Luke and Dylan had already explored their respective bodies quite thoroughly.

They knew each other, and what they liked.

The last barrier they needed to cross was to initiate sexual acts for no other reason than envy.

And for God’s sake, there was envy that evening!

After the video games, they changed setting to eat something.

The moment was a bit uncomfortable. They both knew what was going to happen, one could literally feel the sexual tension in the air, but none of them dared to make the first move.

They ate barely saying a word.

Another hour had to pass and another session of video games (good old Mario Kart this time) before Dylan finally took his chance to get things going.

"Let's make the next round interesting. If you lose, you have to take your shirt off!"

Luke was more than ready to play along.

He even came up with a most challenging dare.

"Fine, but if you lose, you take your shorts off."

Strip Mario Kart, why not?

“Okay, you choose the map.”

“Rainbow Road!” Luke decided.

Dylan almost made a remark about the name of the road but he refrained from it. It was no time for gay jokes.

In any case, they did not play the Rainbow Road and go by the rules of their stripping game for too long.

Once they were both in their underwear, it was clear that whatever they were doing had nothing to do with a dumb challenge.

After much teasing and incidental touching, they pretty much jumped onto each other at the same time.

They made out, like true lovers.

Luke was sitting on Dylan's laps at first, until he found himself underneath the wrestling team captain as they both drifted on the couch.

If they had kissed once before, this passionate French-kiss had nothing to do with a stolen peck in a public restroom.

They were both very much into it now. That kiss was years in the making.

No need to say that Luke was living a dream, finally having his hunky teammate in his arms.

His lips tasted as sweet as expected, his tongue was even more delicious, his body heating his own felt amazing, and that was not even talking about grabbing his bare ass, or feeling Dylan's cock already dry-humping him.

Although, nothing was dry there.

The soon-to-be college jocks were sweating, dripping, and precumming all over each other.

Dylan seemed even more eager Luke. He was licking him up like it was his last meal on this Earth. Why pretend? He wanted this. He had been wanting it for so long.

He went down Luke's neck, his pecs, spent some time on his nipples, and even went down to his cock.

When Dylan started to suck up Luke's balls, it was clear that they were about to go all the way.

"Suck me..." Luke mumbled, in a daze.

Dylan went for it.

He was tired of repressing his own desires.

Luke's cock filled Dylan’s mouth and soon tapped inside his throat. He did what he loved girls to do to him, he powered through and gave him the sloppiest deep-throat he could manage.

He was no expert but Dylan was certainly not afraid of giving his all.

Even in his wildest fantasies, Luke had never pictured Dylan as a submissive. It felt surreal to have him bobbing up and down his seven inches cock.

They switched roles rather quickly though, once Dylan had chocked on Luke a couple of times and had gagged a concerning quantity of slime on his chest, Luke decided it was time to return the favour.

Dylan stood up and Luke got on his knees.

He was hungry for a fat slab of meat.

"Your turn." Dylan smirked, apparently unfazed to have sucked his first dick.

Luke's blowjob skills were much more tender than Dylan.

He was not going for it like a maniac, instead, he took his time, playing with the meaty foreskin, lubing the shaft with the precum and his spit, licking the cockhead softly, and finally going up and down on the veiny shaft.

Nine point five inches, that was a massive monster to handle!

But that was not even the best part.

Luke's secret weapon was the finger (and then, couple of fingers) that he was sliding in his partner's asshole right in the middle of his blowjob.

"Fucking Lord, you're good at this!" Dylan exclaimed.

Yeap, he had hit the jackpot.

There it was again, the amazing sensation Dylan had felt when Luke had sucked his cock in the locker-rooms.

Except that it was much better now that they were not giving a show for the Coach. No camera, no play-pretend, no game... Just lust.

Luke knew exactly what to do but Dylan could not refrain from grabbing his hair and guiding him onto his rod.

He just liked to be dominant that way.

It was all the better for Luke who very much enjoyed being manhandled by the hottest stud of his high school!

If only his teammates knew what he was getting from Dylan! He would have paid to see Jamal and Grayson's faces.

"You like how I'm blowing your dick, babe?" Luke asked, feeling out of himself.

"Shut up and suck, boy!"

Dylan pushed his cock deep inside his throat, making Luke seriously struggle but not giving up on his shaft.

As they were discovering their own and each other's sexuality, they attempted a 69.

Attempted because it was a bit of a mess. Dylan had some troubles focusing to blow Luke's cock or rim his ass, all the while being serviced himself on the other side of the couch.

Besides, they kept on sliding and falling off onto the floor.

They both laughed about it and made out some more. At this point, they simply could not let go of each other’s heated bodies.

The spit, the sweat, the biceps, the muscles, they wanted to feel it all.

Luke was shocked at multiple occasions to realize that Dylan was taking the lead.

He would be licking his feet or make Luke play with his, he would be kissing his fingers or his ears, he would be slapping his face with his dripping cock…

Alternatively, he was very sensual, sexual, and/or super rough.

Not that it was that surprising that Dylan would be more comfortable. Although never with boys, Dylan was, by far, the most experienced of the two when it came to sex.

The rumours in the school were true: Ward was very good at it!

The hard part had been to have that switch, to let himself go with another dude, but once he was there, Dylan was not the type of guys to be shy or modest.

Besides, he knew that he had no time to lose, but that, Luke would only understand later on.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Dylan muttered, mid-kissing.

"What do you think?" Luke grinned.

"I think your tight ass deserved a good pounding, mate!"

Dylan turned Luke around to get on top of his back.

He spanked his bum multiple times, printing his hand on Luke’s left ass cheek.

"Dylan... I... I'm a virgin." Luke confessed, suddenly nervous.

"Are you trying to get me more excited than what I already am?!"

"Shut up… Get my ass ready, eat it up!" Luke demanded.

Dylan was more than happy to oblige.

He moved down, got his face right above that slightly hairy wrestler's bum and he dove in, tongue first.

If he was inexperienced at having a cock in his throat, Dylan knew how to rim a good ass!

Well, it was his first guy, but truly, that did not make much difference compared to the hot chicks he had fucked before.

A nice ass is a nice ass, right? Same hole for everyone!

Sure, there were some hairs here and there and somehow, it tasted raunchier, but overall, the feeling of interdiction and doing something taboo was making Dylan even more excited.

Just eating his ass made the anticipation of fucking Luke even more pressing.

He could not wait to shove his monster cock in his virgin tight hole.

That one was bound to hurt but Luke was more than ready to take it bareback.

“Hmmm… That feels so good… God…”

“You like that… Hmmm… When I’m searching… Hmmm… Your insides… With my.... Tongue...”

“Yes… Fuck, yes… It never… I’ve never… Oh fuck…”

Dylan spat a huge spittle in the wide-opened ass. It was all wet and ready for penetration.

“Do you have some lube?”

“Hmmm… Nah… I… I’m sorry…”

Luke having no prospect for any sexual life, he had never bought lube to prep his hole.

“Don’t be sorry, I love it raw. I was just mindful about you.”

“You think it’s gonna hurt?”

Luke was a bit worried.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’re not the first ass I’m breaking. The girls always scream at the beginning but they end up moaning like crazy from pleasure. Besides, they always come back for more!”

The sole fact that Dylan Ward was calling him “babe” gave Luke all the courage he needed to go through his first sodomy.

“Okay… Just get in… Fuck me!”

“Breathe in, breathe out, baby, I’m coming in.”

Luke followed the orders, he felt Dylan’s drenched cockhead against his slippery hole.

“Hmmm… Yes… Let me in, Luke…”

“Gosh… I… I feel you…”

Dylan grabbed Luke’s neck from behind, he licked it while pushing himself further.

“You’re so warm inside, baby…”

The cherry was popped, Dylan’s cock had breached in.

“Oh… Oh wow! Fuck… You’re so fucking thick!”

Dylan chuckled.

“I sure am!”

“So fucking big! Aaaaaaah…”

“Shhh, I’m just at the edge, let yourself go, baby…”

“Hmmmm… Please… Dylan…”

“Like I said: breathe in, breathe out.”

“Hmmm… Yes…”

“Feel my massive dick visiting you for the first time.”

“Damn, Dyl, you’re inside of me, you really are…”

Dylan kept shoving his cock deeper; that pinkish asshole was so tight and so welcoming at the same time. It was a perfect tunnel to bang.

He had fucked dozens of asses but never one like this.

He felt right at home, although, to keep up with the metaphor, he was destroying all the furniture to get in.

“Does it hurt?”

“It hurts so good, babe…” Luke blurted out.

“Hmmm… Do you want more?”

“Yes… Please… Gimme more.”

Dylan went back and forth inside the hole.

He pulled back his cock entirely for a few seconds, only to take a look at the slightly gaping asshole, and he went straight back in.

He repeated the same motions a few times, until he could practically bury his entire shaft inside his former teammate.

“I’m wrecking you, baby….”

“I don’t care, keep going… Hmmm... I want to feel everything inside of me…”

“You’re a damn warrior, Luke, you know that, right?”

“Yes, for you.”

“You’re taking my fat dong like a champ!”

Dylan licked Luke’s like a dog and drilled him some more.

They switched position afterwards to be in doggy and then, Dylan had another idea.

He lifted Luke up, - this was very much impressive, Luke was not as big as Dylan but he was still a buff wrestler, - he put him on the kitchen's counter, spread his legs, and fucked him again.

The boys were facing each other and making out, all the while Luke was being ploughed in his kitchen.

“I can’t believe we wait for so long to do that…”

Dylan had been edging to cum but he was resisting, he wanted the moment to last for as long as they possibly could.

At some point, they even took a short water break.

They drank water from the kitchen’s tap while teasing each other.

To drive Luke crazy, Dylan started to bend over and spreading his own ass cheeks. He could be slutty too.

“Don’t wake up the bear, I might want to have a piece of that ass too!” Luke warned him jokingly.

“You’d fuck me?”

“Of course, I would!”

Dylan was startled for a second.

He had this strong urge inside of him, - he had it for a very long time -, but would he dare to go all the way?!

He was slightly trembling when he replied seriously:

“Fuck me then.”

 Luke jumped from the counter where he was still sitting.

“Are you for real?”

“I mean, I liked the toothbrush in my hole, the fingers too, your dick’s not that big, right?”

“You, prick! My dick doesn’t look that big only because yours is enormous in comparison. You’re the weirdo! And you just broke my ass by the way!”

They both laughed.

“Fair point.”

“Dylan, you look so freaking hot.” Luke could not help himself from mentioning.

Indeed, he looked like a Greek Muscle God standing in front of him, sweating, his hard dick pointing towards the ceiling.

Luke could not believe he was also offering his virgin asshole. It was the best night of his life.

“Yes, and? Are you going to fuck my ass or what?”

Luke practically jumped on Dylan and they started an outrageous wrestling match on the floor.

Of course, none of their moves would have flown in an official competition.

After a few minutes of wrestling, their cocks were extremely hard and precumming, until they found themselves in a position where Luke’s dick was rubbing against Dylan’s hole.

That was their opportunity.

“Are you sure about that?” Luke asked.

“I am.” Dylan replied, shaking.

Luke thrusted his hips a little bit further and his cock naturally penetrated Dylan’s hairy asshole.

For a second, they were both stunned, and then, they were giggling about the situation.

The Alpha super-star, biggest jock of the school, getting fucked by the brainiac, the closeted case… Who would have thought!?

It was all real though.

Luke popped Dylan’s cherry only minutes after having lost his own virginity.

He fucked Dylan against the kitchen’s tiles doggy.

The stud had some firm muscular ass with no hint of fat. The view of his hairy back and of a cock ramming his musky hole was glorious.

A manly dominant dude bottoming is probably the hottest thing ever. Right?

The reverse-fucking was opening a whole new realm of possibilities.

After the kitchen banging, they wanted to move somewhere a bit more comfortable.

Luke’s bed was too small so, instead, they continued the hard-fucking session on Charlie’s bed.

Many sluts had been banged there by Luke’s single father, but even in his wildest dreams, Luke could have never imagined that Dylan Ward would be one of them.

He fucked him in the missionary position, managing to go balls deep while Dylan was moaning softly and gripping his hair.

“Does it… hmmm… Hurt?” Luke returned the earlier question to Dylan.

“Hurts so good…” Dylan mumbled back.

All along, they were kissing a lot.

So many months had been wasted before.

It was like they could not keep their tongues away from each other for more than a few seconds.

“I think… Hmmmm… I think I’m gonna cum…” Luke moaned, panting.

“Inside of me?”

“If you… If you let me…”

“Go for it, baby.” Dylan licked his partner’s nipples one more time.

Whether he wanted it or not, Luke would not have been able to last for one more minute anyway.

It is worth mentioning that Dylan had also one finger up Luke’s hole at that time.

Luke went for a few last back-and-forth and there he went…

“God… I… Hmmm…. I’m cumming!”

Dylan felt the volleys of sperm hitting his prostate and flooding his hole and it was like a revelation.

Why could something which felt so right be so wrong?

Yet…

His father had left him no choice.

“I’m cumming inside of you!” Luke repeated, shouting in disbelief.

No doubt, it was the best orgasm of his entire life.

“Come here, man, my turn!” Dylan eagerly grabbed Luke while he was not even done with emptying himself.

“Wait…”

“I need to jizz! Gimme your ass!"

“But I want to taste it!” Luke requested.

“Don’t worry, I can breed you, you’ll taste it afterwards!”

“You naughty boy!”

Male juice was still dripping from Luke’s cockhead. His dick had not softened up yet.

“Hurry, I’m not gonna hold any longer!”

Dylan slid his throbbing dick inside Luke’s hole and almost instantly, he started nutting inside of him as well.

The relief of such a powerful orgasm was unmatched for the hard-fucker.

He was painting Luke’s asshole white with his creamy jock’s sperm.

But he was not done after that.

First, he left his horse cock deflating inside the warm hole, and then, once he felt like his milk had been maturing inside Luke for long enough, he pulled out his drenched cock and fed Luke with it.

“Take a taste of this wet lollipop, Lukey.”

“Wow.”

For lack of a better word, Luke was amazed by the dripping dick hanging in front of his eyes.

He licked it all up until the very last droplet.

DE-LI-CIOUS.

Only then, the two boys fell on the bed.

Drained, exhausted but content.

They laid like this for about five minutes in silence, processing what they had just done, recovering from their ejaculations and anal orgasms.

“I’m gonna have to change the sheets and clean some stuff up before my dad comes back.” Luke eventually mentioned with a smile.

“Yeah… I guess.”

“Fuck, that was insane, Dylan! INSANE.”

“You liked it?”

“That was the best! Oh My God!”

Luke leaned over to kiss Dylan but oddly, he was not so receptive anymore.

He did not push back but he did not grab his neck either to prolong the make-out session. It was like the moment was suddenly over.

“Yes, it was amazing…” Dylan whispered.

“Are you okay?”

“I am.”

“You look weird, you’re regretting this already? You still have my fresh cum inside your ass.”

Dylan was no longer smiling.

Had he already come back to his usual-cocky asshole self?!

He straightened up in the bed.

“Sorry, mate.”

Luke was getting worried.

“Sorry about what?”

“Luke… I…”

“Fuck! What is it now? Just tell me.”

Dylan could not ruin everything, not after such an incredible moment!

There was no beating around the bush anymore, they were made to be with each other. It was obvious. What could be wrong about that?

Dylan sighed.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Luke.”

“What? Where!?”

“My father has to spend the Summer in Washington to prepare for his campaign. He asked me to come with him, he has an internship planned for me and everything. He also thought it was better to go until… Well, until the incident which happened last week is fully resolved.”

Luke’s young heart was torn into pieces.

“What was it about then? What we just did! Why are you telling me this now?”

“Man, you…”

“Man?! I'm back to "man", "mate", "queer" maybe?! You were calling babe 5 minutes ago! What the fuck?”

He hated being that weak or sensitive but Luke could not help the tears from falling from his eyes.

“Luke, you’re the one who invited me over and I didn’t… I didn’t know how to tell you this, and I didn’t think that we would… That we would go that far.”

“But we did! You did!”

“I know and I’m not regretting any of it!”

“And now, you’re just gonna go live on the other side of the country for the entire Summer? When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

Luke could not believe it.

“What about us?” He muttered.

“What about us, Luke? It’s not like we could really be together.”

“Are you serious? Why not?! Didn’t you like this?”

“It’s not about that, it’s not about you.”

There it was, the typical breaking-up bullshit phrase...

“You’re really going to treat me like one of the girls you fuck? A one-night stand and adios?!”

“No… It’s not that but… Luke, I’m not gay.”

Dylan looked like he genuinely felt bad but Luke could not help himself from laughing sarcastically.

“You’re still in denial after that? You think you’re straight?!”

“Please…”

“Well, I’m gay. Okay. I am a homo, a queer, a fruit: Whatever you want to call me. And I have fucking feelings!”

“I’m sorry, Luke. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I… I don’t regret what we did but it was… It was just a one-time thing. That's all.

Luke wiped his tears.

“Sure… A one-time thing. What did I expect?”

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

Dylan’s tears were falling too now but this was not solving anything.

Luke chuckled.

“You’ve already said it all. I… I think we only have to wish each other a nice Summer.”

Dylan looked around; they had made a mess indeed.

He walked to the living room naked to pick up his things.

They had gone from 0 to 360 real quick, and back to 0 just as quick.

It was quite reflective of their entire relationship in a sense.

Dylan walked back to Charlie’s room, Luke had lied back down in the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“I should go before you dad comes back…” Said Dylan.

“Yes, you should.”

“Luke, I…”

Luke stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face towards Dylan.

“What?”

“I… I wish you a nice Summer.”

“You too… Have fun in D.C.!”

“I’ll try… Good bye, Luke.”

“Good bye, Dylan."

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[The story does not end there. I will release one more chapter and a shorter epilogue in the following weeks! See you next Sunday!]