《Keeping The Balance》Chapter Eleven - The CEO Reborn Step Brother - Task World One (11)
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When Hol came out of the bathroom, a towel covering his waist, he let out a sigh, feeling relieved that Terrance was sleeping. He went to his suitcase to get out his sleeping clothes, which was a long flowy black nightgown.
After putting it on Hol went to the bed that Terrance was currently on, looking at Terrance nervously. Letting out a groan, Hol grabbed a pillow from the bed and found a spare blanket then went to sleep on the floor. Even though the floor was carpet it still felt uncomfortable to lay on but it is a sacrifice he has to make just for tonight.
Closing his eyes Hol went to sleep instantly. He must have been asleep for a while because he woke up to a hand touching him. Opening his tired eyes he felt his heart jump in his chest when he saw Terrance on his hip with no shirt on.
“T-Terrance! W-What? I-I mean…! W-Where your S-SHIRT?!” Hol was fumbling with his words as he sat up but it didn’t help him when it only brought him closer to the amuse Terrance. He tried not to shiver when Terrance brought a hand up to his cheek, just holding it. Hol heartbeat was beating so fast and he couldn’t look directly in Terrance's eyes.
“Karson... Don’t be embarrassed. I want you to look at me…. We are dating now so you don’t have to worry about this anymore. I am giving you consent to do what you want.” Terrance slowly pushed Hol back down on the floor and Hol could feel his breathing was getting difficult.
Terrance took Hol hands and put it on their hips. Hol was surprised at how soft Terrance felt and couldn’t help but feel all around his body. Hol felt his face grow warm when he hesitantly touched Terrance nipples and felt his lower half grow a bit hard when they let out a pleased noise.
Terrance then took Hol hands off his body and went down their body. Hol could feel his heartbeat increasing when Terrance got to where his nightgown was covering his lower half. Hol breathing was increasing when Terrance slowly lifted his nightgown and closed his eyes when Terrance lowered his head.
When Hol opened his eyes again he was back on the floor but Terrance wasn’t on him anymore. Sitting up quickly he realized that Terrance was still on the bed, asleep and that he was on the floor with a boner. Hol put his face in his hands as he screamed at himself internally.
‘I didn’t seriously have a wet dream?! How old am I?! Fuccck…. My dick is in so much pain right now.’ Hol got up from the floor and went to the bathroom quickly. Seeing as he didn’t want to take a cold shower after he just woke up he decided to take care of his problem.
After handling his problem, Hol left the bathroom again and decided to clean up his sleeping area. He also changed into a button-up shirt with cargo pants. After he finished everything he had to do, Hol found his phone and called for Starie. Starie greeted Hol with a smile but stopped and looked at Hol with curious eyes.
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“Host, you look a bit rattled. Did something happen?” Hol's face grew hot again and forced himself not to show anything on his face. Starie looked at him for longer than just shrugged their shoulders, losing interest already.
“Did anything happen yesterday? Terrance and I went to sleep rather early yesterday. They didn’t do anything else to try to mess with Terrance, right?” Hol was looking at Starie seriously and Starie eyes just went bright, as countless information circles around them.
“Racheal went to Caleb to tell him that she couldn’t get into the room Terrance was in. Caleb got a call from the hacker he hired, telling him that they got arrested and that they wanted them to bail them out. Caleb got mad and destroyed everything in his room. Caleb is considering murdering Terrance so the Host should watch out for that.” Hol felt his whole body get cold when Starie told him that Caleb may try to kill Terrance. How did it get like that? He can hate Terrance all he wants but it doesn't mean he can just kill them!
Hol was nervously biting his nail, thinking of how Caleb would try to hurt Terrance and how he could prevent it. As he was biting his nail, his hand was taken from his mouth and he felt himself being brought into an embrace.
“Are you still feeling guilty about yesterday? You didn’t do anything to me, so stop worrying. Also don’t bite your nails, it will mess up your lovely nails.” Terrance kissed Hol's fingers and kissed him on the forehead.
Hol still felt his heartbeat was going fast but he slowly relaxed in Terrance's arms. Hol held Terrance tightly and didn’t let go until he was sure everything was okay. As Hol backs away from Terrance he ends up remembering the dream he had and his face grew hot again.
“You finish everything for your company, right? We can leave a bit early? I just want to be alone with you. I-I really need you…” Hol felt bad for lying to Terrance but he really had to get him back somewhere that didn’t have Caleb near them. He felt so embarrassed lying about wanting to leave so he could sleep with Terrance.
It was quiet for a while and Hol felt himself growing so embarrassed the longer Terrance didn’t say anything. He still felt nervous when Terrance backed away from him to get their phone and tap on it for a few seconds before putting it back where it was located before.
“I just sent a message to my company telling them I will be leaving here early. I already got a yes for the business deal so I technically don’t have to be here anymore. Your home is closer so we can go there.” Terrance was packing everything up, not bothering to change out of the suit he was wearing yesterday. Hol felt shocked at how fast Terrance was moving, not believing his plan worked.
Hol followed along with Terrance and packed up his things into his suitcase as well. After he and Terrance were done, Terrance got his suitcase in one hand and grabbed Hol with his other. He only let go of Hol's hand when he went to open the door to the room.
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Hol was forcing himself to move quickly as Terrance moved fastly through the hotel, giving an employee the key to their room. They finally go to the car Terrance drove to the hotel and Terrance just threw their suitcase into the back of the car.
Hol didn’t know how to feel as Terrance was going rather fast, not fast enough to cause an accident but still fast. After maybe two hours of driving Terrance was back at Karson home. Terrance quickly got out of his car and took out their suitcase. Hol had to speed walk to keep up with Terrance who was still moving fast toward the front door of Karson's home.
As soon as Hol opened the door to the house, Terrance threw the suitcase off to the side and quickly kissed Hol. Terrance was kissing Hol hard and he could feel his head spinning as he tried to catch up to his current situation.
Hol could feel Terrance unbuttoning his shirt and Hol felt glad that Lennon wasn’t currently here or any of the workers who work for Hol. Hol had to stop Terrance before he could fully take off his shirt. “I rather not do this in front of my front door. Let's just go upstairs.”
Terrance was looking at him with displeased eyes and pulled Hol to his room. When they reach his door, Terrance slam opens the door and closes it behind him when he pushes Hol into it. Terrance led Hol to his bed and pulled him on top of them.
“ I am okay with going further and you don’t have to worry about hurting me down there. I've been practicing this for a while. So I am pretty used to having things going inside of me.” Hol didn’t know what to think when he heard Terrance with no embarrassment on his face.
It felt like everything went in a blur as Hol just lost himself with Terrance. He kind of hoped that Starie wasn’t able to hear anything as this was currently happening. Hol felt himself grow even more embarrassed at how pleased Terrance sounded.
When they finally stopped, it was dark outside again and they were breathing heavily while covered in sweat. Terrance rolled into Hol side, letting out a pleased sound. Hol felt that his back was in so much pain as he tried not to move too much. Terrance's nails dug into his back pretty deeply.
“I need a shower… My body feels so sticky…” Hol sat up in his bed, forcing himself not to go back to laying down on the bed after he heard Terrance let out a displeased sound. Getting up from the bed he went to the bathroom located in his room.
When he got in the shower and turn on the water, he tried not to get surprised when he felt Terrance come behind him and hug him. He forced himself not to get hard again as Terrance started kissing at his neck again. “No… We did it five times. We may be young but it doesn't mean I can keep doing it over and over again. My dick will get hurt.”
Terrance let out a groan before he finally backed away from Hol. Terrance reached over to get some soap and poured it directly on Hol body. Hol felt himself shiver at the cold contact on his body and glare at Terrance who just let out a chuckle.
“Let me help you get clean. You must be so tired. Well, I should be the tired one. My hips are so sore right now. But since I am a good lover I will help you out right now and you can help me out later.” Hol cursed at himself for not thinking of locking the door and Terrance for being so smooth with his words. He could only let Terrance continue with what he was doing and try not to get a boner again.
While Hol and Terrance were having a nice shower time, Caleb was currently in his hotel room drunk out of his mind. His room was still messed up and there were many bottles of alcohol lying around in the room. He took another sip from his bottle and threw it angrily once he realized it was empty.
“F-Fucking bitch of a-an o-oolder brother… W-Why does everything go so fucking well for him! It should be ME! I am the ONE who is better than TERRANCE! He is so fucking useless. I hate him so much…” Caleb was laying flat on the bed in his room, his eyes unfocused and filled with tears.
Caleb curls up on the bed, sobbing to himself. He couldn’t understand why this was happening to him. He was reborn! He should be the winner this time. This was supposed to be about him, not Terrance!
“I...I want to kill him… I am going to kill him. If I can’t have the life I deserve then he shouldn’t be alive. If I am not happy then why should he be happy…” Even in Caleb's drunken state, his eyes grew sharp as his expression grew ugly.
“It isn’t my fault...It is his fault…. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I will kill him. I. Will. Kill. Him.” Caleb's mind snapped as he kept repeating that phase. No longer caring about taking over the company. Only caring about murdering Terrance.
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