Kasper's Den

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"I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough"

+{Kasper's Den}+

Part 6

[By Emri]

"And what happens when you cry in front of the Hamad family?" The psychiatrist asked me.

Mr. Hamad had filled him in on the situation with my parents. He asked all about my childhood, my family, my dad. I kept waiting for him to judge me or tell me what to do to feel better, but he didn't. He just listened, a lot.

"I keep crying around them. I feel like all I do is bring them my problems," I'd said.

"You keep bringing up crying. What's so bad about crying? Do you feel that's something you shouldn't do?" He'd asked.

"I'm not a crybaby. I haven't done that since I was a little kid, but I keep crying with the Hamad family," I'd told him.

"What did your birth family do when you cried? How did they react?" He'd asked.

"Told me to stop, said boys don't do that. My dad would either get mad at me or make fun of me... call me a baby or something... We didn't do that stuff," I'd said.

"How did that make you feel?" He'd asked.

"Bad, you know... I was always weird to them. like..." I trailed off trying to think.

"Like you didn't belong with them?" He suggested.

"Yeah... I'd go hide in my closet and get it together..." I went silent and stared out his window. His office overlooked the ocean. It wasn't an ocean though. Amir had corrected me on that this morning when he drove me along the coast to see the doctor.

"It's so beautiful. What ocean is it?" I asked.

"It's a gulf, Kasper. The Gulf of Arabia... Persian Gulf is what Americans call it. You can't see it from this far away, but that's Iran on the other side." He pointed off in the blue horizon.

"So where's Persian?" I asked. He laughed.

"Persian is a people. Iran is the country. We've gone on vacation there, to Kish. It's an island, nice beaches... Didn't you learn geography in school?" He asked and put his hand on my leg.

"Kasper!" The psychiatrist said and woke me out of my recollection.

"Sorry... what, sir?" I asked.

"I asked what happens when you cry in front of the Hamad family. What do they do?" he asked me and wrote something in his notes.

"They hug me... try to cheer me up... tell me it's ok to cry... tell me they'll be there for me," I answered and shifted in the oversized chair with high arms and a pinstriped design.

"How does that feel to you?" he asked.

"Safe... They don't have any hate in them. They let me be myself and not so hard all the time... Like they really care about me... Almost like I'm their youngest child... I don't know why. I don't get why they want to deal with my messes. Everything I do just causes problems for them and..." I started to elaborate, but he put a hand up.

"Let's back up. Your first feeling was `safe.' Can you sit with that for a moment? You feel safe with them. You have food, a bed, and people who care about you." he said. I thought about that.

"Safe. you're right. I belong with them. They make me feel like I can just be a kid, do stupid stuff I never got to do when I was young. It was kind of weird at first, but I should just go with it, right? Just enjoy being their child. Just have fun and be a good boy for them," I nodded happily.

"Hang on, Kasper. That's a pretty big leap you are making there. Let's just wrap up today with the thought that you are safe. You have time to figure things out and people who will support you while you do it. You're in a safe space." He said and stood. I guessed our hour was up.

He went over to open the door to his office and I heard Amir jump up. I walked over to leave.

"Is he going to be ok?" Amir asked the doctor as he came into the office with a worried tone as though I'd just gone through surgery. He reached for me and pulled me against his chest.

"With support and understanding from a good family like yours, he will be fine once he works through the pain, is allowed to process it with understanding people there to see him through it. He might be extra sleepy sometimes or hyper at other times. It's a coaster," the doctor answered.

Amir kissed my cheek and rubbed my back, pushing me into his hold. I put my nose in the crook of his neck and smelled his cologne.

"He will have whatever he needs! I'll make sure he has no worries or troubles. I'll be his protector." Amir turned to look at me. "You can cry or yell or whatever you need, Kasper. We're all here for you. We'll help you."

"I know your family will be the best thing for him," the doctor agreed.

"He just looks so... when I saw him on the jet when they got here from Durban. He looked so helpless, so small and fragile. I can't imagine what he went through... what he's going through. How could someone do that to their own kid? It just makes me want to protect him from everything, hold him and never let go," Amir confessed.

"Not everyone has parents like yours who are so understanding, but he is stronger than you think. He will be ok. He's going through loss. Being there for him and letting him express what he's feeling when he is ready to share is important. He might just want you to hold him and say nothing at all. And please remember when you speak that you're speaking about the people who gave him life, the only family he's known," the doctor said. Amir nodded.

"Yes... ok. I can do that." Amir gave me another squeeze and put his nose in my hair.

"I'll follow up with your father... There's no easy way through grief. He needs his time to mourn, process, understand why this happened. Be patient with him," the doctor assured and walked us out. He gave me a hug and said we'd see each other again soon.

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After that, I went to run some errands with Amir. His sports car was so futuristic. Everything was touchscreen and voice automated. The computer reminded him of events he had coming up and warned him when there was traffic ahead.

He took me to his university. It was a sprawling campus of glass buildings and green lawns with high palm trees, an oasis in the desert landscape. We went through security gates where a guard took a look at him and waved us through. He had his own special part of the parking garage that had a gate that opened when his car got close to it. It had wide spots and was completely underground, cool like a cave.

"So this is where the royalty parks?" I asked with a laugh. Amir seemed embarrassed by their position sometimes, but he'd gone through his daily routine too many times to have thought about this perk. He put his car in park and ignored my joke, wanting a kiss instead.

"C'mon, we have to drop off some paperwork. Dad... the one you know as Emerson... Should I say White dad and Arab dad? Is that racist? I just call Emerson Dad' and Ali Father.'" Amir got off track in his thoughts.

"I picked up on that. Dad and father. I think of them as Emerson and Mr. Hamad since your brother is also named Ali," I said.

"Ali Raza is my brother's name," Amir corrected.

"Anyways! Dad's fundraiser for scholarships was better than he projected. We are able to bring in 35 students from developing countries. So this is some paperwork on the 10 students my parents recommended. They went through over 200 applicants! The other 25 students will get picked by committee from the other 900 students who applied!" Amir said. "So yes, this is where we park."

"Scholarships? Wow that's really cool. My brothers all got them for academics and sports, but I'm not really good at anything they give money for." I laughed.

"That's not true. Once you start to believe in yourself, you'll find all sorts of things you care about. If you want to take a class or two, we'll support you," Ali said and took my hand. He put his leather work case over his shoulder and we headed out of the garage. It was a million degrees outside, but he quickly led me into a building and through the air conditioned corridors that connected everything on the campus.

"This is my workspace. I share it with Ali, but he never uses it. He likes the student commons," Amir said when he took me to a small office in the corner of a large open room filled with students at various work stations. He had a private area with corner windows overlooking the mountains on one side and water on the other. He set his bag on the desk that had shelves above it with pictures of his family and little mementos from his travels.

I was amazed that he'd held my hand the whole time we'd walked from the car. He'd said hi to people he knew and even stopped to chat for a minute with one of his professors. He introduced me as "my boy, Kasper." The whole time he kept his hold on me proudly and no one batted an eye. It apparently wasn't strange here to have a blonde boy in tow. I sat in his leather swivel-chair while he sorted out his papers.

"So what's the deal here?" I asked. "It's like is everyone here into guys? How does that work?"

Amir laughed at that, "Everyone is into whatever they're into. I don't ask. That would be weird."

"But the lion thing? What's that about? You call me your cub sometimes. Does everyone have a cub? Are cubs what they call smaller guys?" I prodded.

"No one knows for sure about that," Amir said and leaned against his desk. "My History professor said it goes back to the time of the crusades. This part of the world was an Eastern center of culture. Back when Europeans were still in little tribes and the Americas belonged to just the Americans."

"I'm an American," I informed him.

"You're a European-U.S.-American. I meant the indigenous people... Satra was already a developed state ruled by powerful tribal leaders. Our terrain offered natural defenses and we didn't have the eye of the Western world on us. The European armies never made it over this far, but occasionally we'd get a fighter or small band who had wandered off or gotten separated. They'd spend weeks lost in the desert and either find Satra or one of our traveling merchants would collect them. They were fair, light-haired men with skin blistered by the sun. Their spirits broken by the desolate terrain, they were quite receptive to our stronger men. They fell in love, especially the ones who'd been rescued." Amir continued.

I looked up at him with rapt attention as he leaned against his desk. I rolled closer to him and put my face against his abs. He smiled at me and put his hand on my hair. Emerson had put it up in a neat little bun. He liked it out of my face. Amir smoothed it back.

Emerson had picked out a pink short-sleeved button up shirt tucked into small khaki shorts and white skater shoes. I looked like a kid on Easter morning ready to go hunt eggs after church. I didn't mind though. I pretended like I needed his help. Emerson said he loved having a boy to dress again. It made him happy which made Mr. Hamad very happy. With him pleased, it meant I brought good things to their family. I wanted to be accepted, be one of them.

It also made Amir happy that his parents adored me; an added bonus. I fit into his world. I would be good for his future aspirations of managing the family's businesses.

"Our men would nurse them back to health and most begged to stay. Our people were advanced and our city had wide clean streets, running water from pristine wells, and beautiful gardens. It was heaven compared to the disease-ridden villages and squalid fiefdoms to which the men were accustomed. Europe was always at war and in chaos. They developed... well, what you and I are developing. The lion is a symbol of our people, like the Eagle to yours. The European men were not of our people, but they were granted rights when sponsored by a Satra citizen,a lion. The sponsoring citizens, their lovers, were responsible for them... they were like cubs." Amir concluded.

"Strangely that makes sense," I laughed. "So I'm your wandering warrior?"

"You never have to wander with me... never have to fight. I will be your protector," Amir said gently. He leaned down and kissed my head. I stood up and moved between his legs. He put his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. We fit so perfectly together, a two-piece puzzle.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I whispered when his lips pulled away. I bit my lip and tried to give him the most innocent eyes I could fake. It worked. He gave me that look like he'd agree to anything, but then quickly shook off my spell.

"Your eyes are hard to say no to. You look like a Japanese cartoon of what a twink should be, but there are cameras up there and there." He pointed to two small circles in the ceiling. "We had some trouble with equipment missing so the university put them in."

"We've done it in front of cameras before," I reminded him of our nearly naked time in front of the show crew and cameras.

"Yes, and after that my father sent me to another continent! I ruined Africa. If we mess up Asia, where would I go?" Amir laughed. He pet my hair and nibbled on my ear while our hard bulges rubbed against each other. This was all I'd get for right now. I guess it would have to do.

He pushed away from me then and grabbed the paperwork he needed to turn in for his fathers.

"Come, Kasper. Before we get into trouble and make these poor students have to wait for their acceptance letters. Let's go," he said. He didn't want to leave anymore than I did, but he made a good point. We needed to be more discreet about the physical side of our love. His parents still saw him as their sweet, impressionable child. They weren't ready for him to be a lion just yet.

He took me to a top floor office that had a picture of his family along with five others. He pointed out their pictures and told me about them and what they did. His family did the most for education, but each family held their own causes important to growing the kingdom

and investing in her people. I wondered if there was a king. He handed the papers to a secretary and laid out specific instructions for each one. She nodded and seemed to know what to do.

We went to the student center next. It was brand new and looked like a futuristic resort. There was a rock climbing wall in the center that went up three stories. A muscled Korean guy gave a nod and wink to Amir as he made his ascent. Amir waved, but pulled me on without saying anything. Around the giant rock was a large bookstore and a few restaurants and shops.

Amir was telling me about the construction of the new student center. They'd just opened it last fall and his father had financed it. He was pointing out the different shops they'd brought in from Europe, a lot of stuff from the UK, when we rounded a corner and I got the surprise of my week.

"Holy Shop!" I said and grabbed his arm excitedly. "They have Busy Burger! Oh My God! They have the BEST french fries in LA! We have to get some."

"Oh, it's... yeah we wanted something from LA, but the healthier options weren't interested in opening an outlet here. We really don't eat that kind of stuff. It's so unhealthy," Amir droned on.

"No! It's the best. I have my punchcard! One more Busy Burger and I get a free shake! They're so good! We have to get one. I have cash." I fumbled for my wallet to show him.

"I'll buy you a shake if you want. Maybe we can split one and then hit the gym when we get home," Amir offered. He was laughing at my excitement.

"No! I have to earn it! I just need one more punch. Wait... Where is my card?" I dug through my wallet and couldn't find it.

"Really, Kasper. It's ok," Amir said and reached for my arm. I couldn't find it. It wasn't there.

"Where did it go? It was here right behind my license," I grew frantic. I knew it had to be there. I went to one of the food court tables on a mission and emptied out everything, a small pile of cards and dollar bills. I had my high school ID, my driver's license, my 7-11 card, a photobooth strip from the Ventura pier of me and a girl I hung out with, and a coupon for gum my mom had cut out for me because she knew I liked it. It was expired and the punch card wasn't there.

"What the fuck? What did I do with it? It has one punch left to get a shake! One punch!" I felt my voice breaking. Amir came up behind me and hovered over me with his warm cage of muscles. He put his hands on the table, spread on either side of me. I felt his warm, reassuring breath on the back of my neck. He wanted to calm me.

"It's ok, we'll find it, Kasper... we'll find it, baby," Amir's voice dropped an octave, gentle but authoritative. He kissed my neck and sorted through my cards. There was a card stuck to the back of my high school ID, but it turned out to be a business card from a friend of mine who was an unsuccessful DJ.

"That's not it... That DJ sucks. What did I do with the card?" I was desperate over a stupid card.I felt my heart begin to pound and that overwhelming sense of panic rose in me. Why was I getting so upset over it? I couldn't stop myself. Amir didn't understand what was happening.

"Maybe the DJ stole it. Shall we phone him up?" Amir giggled.

"It's not here... It's lost... I just need one punch," I said with sadness. I suddenly realized where it was. It was in the tray in my room at my parent's house. It was a white dish with little dancing monkeys on it. My grandmother had brought it from her trip to South America.

"It's not here, Kasper. It's ok. I'll make them give you a new one. I'll pay for it. I'll have them fill a stack of them with punches," Amir laughed, not sensing the rising panic in me. He turned my wallet over and showed me the empty spaces. He thought I was being silly.

"It's in my room at my parents house only... it's not my room anymore... not my family... it's gone... they're gone... one fucking punch left... I can't go back..." I broke down sobbing and Amir quickly wrapped his arms around me as I gasped for air. He pulled me back against him.

"Let it out, baby. It's ok... I'm here, your lion has you," Amir breathed against my ear.

I turned back towards him, my face red with panic, snot, and tears.

"I can't go home... They won't let me go home... Why can't I go home?" I asked between sobs and gasps and sniffles of the snot leaking out of my nose. My family didn't want me.

"We're your home, sweet baby... We love you so much," Amir said and pulled me into his chest. He sat down in the food court booth and pulled me down to straddle his lap. He didn't care who was watching or what they thought. He held me while my body shook, released the pain.

"I love you so much, baby boy. You can always cry in my arms when you need. We'll get through the pain together. I'm here... no matter what," Amir promised. He rubbed my back, rocked me gently in his arms. He laid back in the booth and steadied me on his chest. I soaked his expensive shirt with my tears, he didn't complain.

He held me until I calmed against his chest. He kept rubbing my back and whispering encouraging things in my ear, "I got you baby, I'm here. I'm so sorry you're in pain. I wish I could take it for you... You're safe with me... I want you." Amir talked to me as I went from quiet sobbing to silently numb. I'd never understand why he cared so deeply. I was a mess.

I cried it out and then felt a deep embarrassment. We were cuddled together in the food court booth. I heard the din of students as they filed in for lunch. Amir didn't appear to care though.

"We should go," I sniffled and raised my head off his chest. He looked down at me and pushed back a few loose strands of my hair that had escaped in the breakdown. "People are coming in for lunch. They're seeing us."

He reached for his work bag and pulled out a plastic pouch of wet wipes. He cleaned my face.

"Let them look. Are you worried they'll be jealous and want a beautiful, blonde boy of their own?" Amir asked with a smile as he rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

"I don't think any of them are in the market for a whiny boy who causes a scene," I smirked.

"You'd be surprised what people are into, my sweetness. They'd line up to hold you if they could. You'd have to get one of those little velvet ropes to form a queue," Amir chuckled.

"They can wait. I've already got all the muscle boy I can handle," I kissed his chest and earned his approving smile.

"You still want that shake before we go? I'll buy you one. I'll buy you the chain if it helps you feel better. I bet we already own this franchise." Amir sat up with me. I shook my head.

Busy Burger was from another life; a life I needed to let go of. I didn't want to remember California right now, my family, my shame, my rejection. I had to move forward.

"Ok Kasper, I'll get you another shake on the way home. There's a great place that does these organic milk-free plum protein shakes that are so killer," Amir assured. I wasn't sure about that, but I'd try something he liked. I'd try whatever he wanted me to.

He collected my wallet and cards. I told him he could throw it all away, but he just shoved it in his bag and grabbed my hand.

He called his father on the car phone. Mr Hamad greeted me in English but quickly switched to Arabic when Amir did. They spoke quickly and finished by the time we got to the healthy shake place. I'm sure Amir was telling him what a mess I was. He kept his hand on me as he drove.

Sheikh-Shake was on the corner of a large shopping mall. The sign had a little cartoon Arabian guy with a wicked smile and traditional clothing. He was dancing and holding a cup of purple stuff. His oversized black eyes held flecks of glitter that caught the relentless desert sun.

Amir pointed out his favorite things on their menu and explained what all the add-ins did. There was one for pre-workout, one to soothe muscles, one for hangovers, and one for mental focus. He went on through the menu until I interrupted him.

"What's the one for sad, whiny boys?" I asked with a laugh, making a joke about my breakdown at the food court. He frowned for a minute. He didn't like me joking about it, but then he shifted into a smile. It was mine to deal with as I wanted.

"That's something special I can only give you in private," Amir joked with a laugh and then added, "But it's a little too salty for a plum shake."

He ordered for us in Arabic and got them in these hard plastic purple containers shaped like plums. He handed me one and we went up a spiral staircase to a seating area on the roof. The sun blazed on above us. We sat in the shade provided by the taller neighbors of the shopping center. Amir pointed out a department store they'd brought in from London, and an electronics megastore from China. They shaded the patio of Sheikh-Shake and left us nice and cool to enjoy our drinks.

The shake was a mixture of plum and vanilla with some supplements Amir had requested. It wasn't too bad, but I talked it up since Amir looked so excited about it.

He let me talk about my home, my room, things I did growing up. We did have some good times. My family wasn't that bad.

"I have an idea!" Amir said suddenly when we finished our drinks. He took me inside the mall and found a toy store that had a huge wall of games.

"I knew they'd have it!" He yelled and pointed to a board game I used to play with my brothers growing up. I'd mentioned it in passing the second day we talked back in Durban. He'd remembered. He was officially the sweetest guy on earth.

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Back at the house I found Mr. Hamad and Emerson waiting at the kitchen island for me with those looks of pity. It confirmed that Amir had told them about my episode in the student center. They both moved in to hug me when I came in behind him. I was sandwiched between their protective arms as they pet my hair and kissed my cheeks. I felt so loved here.

"Kasper! I'm so sorry about your French fries. We can make you some here. Whatever you want," Mr. Hamad said.

"No, father," Amir said and explained what happened while my cheeks glowed with embarrassment.

"I thought sending you out for errands with him would help take your mind off things," Mr. Hamad said as he hugged me against his heartbeat.

"The doctor said he is going to go through things like that and it is part of the process. We just have to support him," Amir informed them as he sat down on a barstool. He looked at me like he wanted to pull me back from his parents.

They both signed for Emerson who nodded and pet my hair noting that it had gotten messed up from the nice job he'd done that morning.

A man behind them said something in Arabic and I perked up. I hadn't seen him there. He was older, close to Mr. Hamad's age, and slim but handsome. He was shorter and wore a tight polo shirt tucked into fitted black shorts.

"Oh! Kasper, this is my brother, Zaid. He didn't get to meet you last night." Mr. Hamad motioned towards the man who walked closer and appraised me.

"A fresh California golden boy. I was wondering how much longer we'd go without getting another one! The old ones are no fun anymore" He laughed. Mr. Hamad looked like he wanted to growl.

"Nice to meet you," I said with a laugh and he leaned in to hug me.

"Amir chose well. You will be a welcome addition. So handsome." He smiled then looked thoughtful and added, "I'm sorry for what you're going through. Amir has kept me apprised of things. I'm his favorite uncle and I know I'll be yours too."

"Uncle Zaid is the best. He jokes a lot, but he's really good to talk to when you need it," Amir assured me.

"When these alpha men get too controlling with you, come find me," Zaid laughed.

"Thank you, sir," I remembered my manners.

"Kasper needs to lie down. He's been through a lot today," Amir said just as I felt a yawn coming on. I knew he was eager to get me alone, a "nap" sounded nice.

"I think that's a good idea. I need to review some projects with you," Mr. Hamad said to his son.

"Oh..." Amir was disappointed but quickly recovered and nodded. "Lie down in my bed. It's quieter and there's fresh pajamas for you in my closet. I'll check on you when we're finished."

Mr. Hamad gave me one last kiss on the head and then sent me off. Amir patted my bottom as I backed away from his parents. I turned and headed for his room.

I took a long, hot shower. I played with all his products. Everything was organic and lightly scented, but it combined to hold his essence. The final touch was a light spray from his cologne bottle on the counter. I inhaled it and instantly felt his arms around me though he wasn't there.

I went to his closet with just a towel around my waist and found the little section of things he had collected for me. There was a little place with underwear in my size. I looked through it to see what he had picked out. It was a lot of skimpy briefs and a few jocks.

The real surprise was at the bottom. There was a little folded piece of pink material. It was completely see-through and it looked like it was designed for women. The front was a small little V of material with thin straps around the waist and under the bottom. The back would just barely cover my ass and there was a folded slit in the middle. I pushed my finger through it and looked around the room to make sure no one could see. It couldn't have been for me. I wondered if he had dated some girl that wore these and left them there.

They must have ended up there by mistake... I decided to put them on.

They slid up ok, they were super stretchy, but there wasn't enough material to cover anything. The top of them had my light blonde pubes poking out and the bottom the v separated my nuts. I had to adjust them to get my boys inside. The back though, that was worse. I have a bubbled ass and these were stretched so the back slit was pulled open and if I bent over, my hole would be on full display. I kept them on though, Amir would think they were funny.

I found the world's softest pair of fleece shorts in my size. They would keep me warm and covered in the cold room. The air conditioning was on blast and my nipples were hard and pointed.

I found some sleep shirts, but then I saw a pile of old t-shirts on the top shelf of his closet. I got on my tip toes and reached up to pull some down. It was shirts from different world locales. They were too small for him, leftovers of a privileged childhood. There was one with a cartoon wall and some chinese writing, another one with palm trees and some arabic script.

The last t-shirt was worn so soft that I had to put it on. It had Kangaroos hopping around a sign that proclaimed "2024 Outback Camp" in bubble letters. The back of it had his name written in English letters "Amir Hamad." Underneath it said he had won camper of the season for "Science and Discovery." He was brilliant. I put it on and crawled into his bed.

I intended to take a nap. Really, I did. I wiggled under the warmth of his comforter, inhaled the light scent of male still fresh on his pillow. I felt my hole twitch, exposed and awakening to the possibilities of the stretchy pair of panties. I reached back in the shorts to adjust it, intending to close my eyes and doze off. I pulled at the back and my hole twitched again. I grazed my finger over it and felt a buzz as my cock sprang to life.

I let out a little moan as I started to hump against the mattress. My finger started to rub my hole in preparation for him. I lost myself, overtaken by the fantasy of being in his room, his bed, his safe place. My mind raced with thoughts of him buried deep inside me, owning my hole.

"Fuck," I gasped as my finger pushed inside me. It was dry and too tight. I quickly took it out and sucked on it, slurping my digit for exploration. I brought the wet finger back to my hole and pushed inside myself, whining and humping his satiny sheets.

"Kasper?" I heard his voice. I'd blocked out the world. I looked up to see Amir standing over me with a wicked smile. He knew what I was up to. I quickly pulled my finger out of my hole, out of my shorts.

"Sorry, I was just..." I started to say, but he shook his head and knelt beside me on his bed.

"You started without me? Bad little boy. You should wait for your man. You could hurt yourself. That's my little pink pussy to please," Amir shook his head and faked anger.

I rolled over onto my back and he pulled back the covers. His eyes saw the shirt I'd put on and they lit up. He rubbed my chest where the cartoon kangaroos bounced.

"Oh shit. You know how many times I wore that shirt and jerked off fantasizing about seeding those Australian guys who weren't half a beautiful as you? I haven't fit into that shirt in years! You look so perfect. Fuck, Kasper. How did I get so lucky?" Amir laughed. He kicked off his shoes and then slid in beside me on the bed. He pushed me back onto my side and wrapped his arms around me to spoon me from behind.

"You're so hard," I noted and reached behind me to grope his package. He was rock hard from remembering his fantasies.

"All for you, my prince... I need inside my boy's hole." Amir rubbed my chest with one hand and gripped the bulge in my shorts with the other. He humped his hard cock against my back as his hands explored me, tweaked my nipples, jerked my bulge.

"You feel so good. I love when you hold me like this," I said as his lips found my neck and he slurped along my skin with his tongue.

"My tasty baby. You want me inside you? Want me to stuff that pussy?" Amir growled.

"Yes sir, please sir. It's waiting for you," I whined. Amir sat up for a second and grabbed his phone. Light beats filled the room to muffle our noises. He came back down and quickly slid his hand down the back of my shorts. I felt his hand slide over my ass and then his finger found my exposed hole.

"Oh fuck! Are these? Wait! Get up, baby! Lemme see!" Amir yelled. He pulled back the covers and then slid down my shorts. He rubbed his hand over my ass and squeezed it.

"I found them in the closet," I said, not sure of his reaction. He pushed me up to my knees and then I stood and struggled out of the shorts. I stood over him and slipped off the t-shirt. I knelt down next to him as he got up to his knees.

He struggled out of his pants and showed off a black pair of boxerbriefs with his cock snaking down the right side and his puffy brown head poking out of the leg opening. He put a hand on the back of my neck and brought me in for a kiss. His hand rubbed down my chest, my abs, my bulge.

"I got these but then thought you'd hate them. I didn't want to insult you. I knew you'd look so beautiful in these though. My tight pink pussyboy needed some hot little panties," Amir growled.

"You did get these for me! I thought some girl had left them here!" I confessed.

"A girl? No no, my innocent cub. I bought these for you. No other could turn me on like you do," Amir said and pulled back from me to look down at them.

"They're pretty tight," I said and looked down to see my cock and balls had completely given up on the front part. They dangled out of the side.

"Yes, I think tonight I'll order the boy versions. I forgot that my sweet little cub is more endowed than most. You do have a tasty cock. You need a pouch to rein it in," Amir reached down and yanked on it then bit his lip and looked at me with confusion.

"The Lion in me desires to seed your perfect cub hole, but the American half of me wants to dive on that cock and please it. Which side will win? I am a man torn by struggle," he bemoaned.

"Well," I said and gripped the bulge in his black boxerbriefs. "Maybe you can do both while I work on your cock."

"Excellent idea. You get to your work and I will let my two sides fight it out," Amir said and laid down on the bed. He pushed down his boxer briefs then kicked them off. I started to push off the pink stretchy underwear, but he stopped me.

"No, let's um... give these a chance," he laughed and pulled me down so my cock was close to his face. He gripped his own cock for me and pulled it down then let it go. The heavy brown snake flopped up against his stomach and then back down between his thick, hairy thighs.

I grabbed his cock and pumped it while he put his lips to mine. He slurped in my cock and started doing that trick he had of putting intense suction on it with his lips in a tight ring around the shaft. My tip slid along his tongue as he wrapped it around the top of the shaft.

I put his cock to my lips and he instinctively tried to push through. I kept them tight, but it only made him try harder. He reached down and gripped my hair, pushed my head against his cock. I let him push through my lips and was rewarded with a loud gasp as he took his lips off my cock and looked down at me with approval.

"Fuck, baby, two tight holes to please me," he laughed as his cock stretched my lips and met my tongue. I lapped at the tip of his full monster. He tasted like sweat and a little piss, a natural man musk that made my body weak for him. I eagerly dove on his cock until it hit my gag reflex. My throat lurched in agony.

"Oh fuck that's hot. Yeah baby choke on my cock," Amir prodded. He pulled my hair back and used it to fuck my throat back and forth on his cock. I felt his finger fumble with my hole, pushing through the slit in the panties.

"MmmHmm," I moaned happily as he started to use my throat, pushing until I gagged and then sliding back to let me rest. He sped up with it, forcing his way in and out of my throat. I gagged and sputtered trying to keep up with his girth. His fat, brown monster wasn't easily tamed. I breathed through my nose until I felt my eyes watering and snot build up. He finally released me and I pulled back, sniffling and wiped my eyes.

"You're so good at that... sweet virgin throat feels so good on me... rest a minute, let me please you," Amir said. He reached behind him and pulled a tissue out of the side table. He sat up and wiped my face, then held it to my nose like a parent helping a child blow. I took it from him and blew my own nose. I wasn't that helpless. He just laughed.

"Ok now you suck.... AHH Yeah!" I suddenly howled as he dove on my cock with expert moves. He slurped me in and I felt my cock slide all the way back in his mouth. He didn't react all crazy like I had. His throat eagerly gripped my tip and he made these weird little motions that quickly drove me to the edge.

"Oh fuck that's so. Ahh!" I squealed again. I tried to push him off my cock. I couldn't finish when we'd just started. I wasn't used to that kind of pleasure and certainly not from a strong masculine hunk like him. I was way out of my league.

"Seriously?" he laughed and pulled off of me. "You're adorable, Kasper. So innocent."

He sat up and pushed two fingers through my lips. I coated them with spit while I laid there and tried to calm my cock. Everything about him just had me close to the line. It was like I'd spent 24 hours edging and my body badly needed a release. But he wasn't giving in or giving up that easily. He wanted me to feel every minute of pleasure he could offer.

"Suck my fingers," Amir said and then used his other hand to part my legs. He dove between my thighs and his lips kissed at my hole. He slid his tongue in it and my body was hit with another barrage of fireworks. I doubled over from the pleasure, my stomach making hard spasms each time he pushed in and touched a special spot.

"Uhhhh," I whined and my body twisted. He slipped his fingers from my mouth and swirled his tongue inside me.

"Fuck me, please. Fuck my hole," I begged and reached down to mess up his hair. I pumped his cock with my other hand and moaned with pleasure.

"Fuck your what?" Amir asked when he took his lips off my asshole.

"My pussy. Please fuck my pussy," I begged, knowing what he wanted. "Please stuff me with your cock. I can take it. I promise."

"Mmmm, maybe. Let's see how the fingers do first. Hurting this pussy would be a federal crime. It's a world wonder. I have to take my responsibility seriously," Amir assured with authority.

"Yes sir," I agreed and laid back with disappointment. He paused to get a bottle of lube then and drizzled it between my legs. His fingers pushed it to my hole and he pushed the escaped drizzles back inside me. I felt a warm tingle spread out.

"What is that? It feels so... ahhh," I said and felt a wave of warmth spread out from my hole. He used that moment to quickly slide his fingers in. I inhaled sharply at the sudden feeling of fullness. It didn't hurt. It just feels strange like very very wrong but awesomely right.

"It's a gel that helps you open, helps it feel more intense and makes it easier to take me. Does it feel good?" Amir asked. He started to push deeper inside me, touching the spots that made my cock thump against my tummy.

"Uh yeah... yeah it feels good," I mumbled to myself in agreement as my body rippled with ecstasy. I felt my eyes roll back and my muscles tighten then slack as his fingers spread out inside me like some alien antennae on a very benevolent mission.

"Good, tell me if it stops feeling good. Ok? Last time you waited until it hurt too bad. I want you to..." Amir started to lecture but I interrupted him with loud moans of pleasure.

"Hey! Keep it down, Kasper. You want to have every Hamad in the compound running in here to see what's wrong?" Amir scolded with a laugh. They are already on guard to protect you.

"Sorry," I said and turned back to his cock. I stuffed the fat tip in my lips and moaned around it like a pacifier as his fingers loosened me up for him. My body bucked and quivered each time he touched the right spots, and there were a lot of them.

"That pretty little pussy is almost ready for me. I need it, baby." Amir leaned in and kissed my cock. It jerked and offered a little precum in response. He lapped at it and swallowed me.

"Uhhhh," I gasped as I sucked at his cock, swallowing each little drop of precum his bottle offered me.

"That's my boy. Suck your lion's scepter. Swallow what I offer you," Amir groaned happily and shoved his fingers deeper inside me. He started to slide them out and then shove them back in, each time making my body jump against the bed. I was his willing marionette.

"Ok baby. I gotta do this. I think you'll be ok." Amir slid his fingers from me and patted my ass approvingly. He sat up and got a hand towel to wipe his fingers on. He got more lube and then turned me around so I laid there on my back looking up at him with my ass on the edge of his bed.

"Let's try this way. It might be too tight. We can go back to puppy style if it does. I just can't stand that beautiful face being away from my sight." Amir got on the floor and knelt between my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge so my ass was hanging off. I put my legs up on his shoulders and he leaned down between them to kiss me. His lips sucked on mine for a minute as our tongues wrestled. I threw my arms around his neck and held onto him. His fat rigid cock laid across mine as he took a quick break to make out with me. He kissed me roughly, both of us deep in need for what came next.

"You want this cock stretching your tight little pussy?" Amir asked. He gripped his cock and beat it against my tummy. I nodded as we stared into each other's eyes. I needed it.

"Yes sir... please... fuck me... make me yours," I whispered up to him with pleading eyes. I needed to feel him, feel close to him in the most intimate way. I wanted his seed, his marking inside me. He had earned the right, earned my trust, earned my need.

"Ok, love. I will," Amir said with absolute sincerity. He read my need, understood it.

He raised up off me and stood on his knees between my legs. My ankles were on his shoulders and I wiggled my toes against his hair. He turned his face to kiss my feet and squeezed my leg. He poured a thick line of lube down his shaft and then gripped the cock and smoothed it evenly. He poured more between my legs and used his fingers to push it inside my squishy hole as I shivered and whined like a proper cub.

"Here it comes baby. Open that hole for me," Amir prodded as he put the tip to my hole. He pushed inside me and I took a deep breath to open for him. It felt better than the first time. I knew what to expect and he'd had more time to open me with the warming lube that made my body twist and tremble with an overload of sensations every time he touched me.

"Huhhh, hahhh," I gasped weakly as he sank into me, stretched my hole like I'd begged for.

"That is so fucking tight. Oh my.... Fucking fuck that's so good," Amir pushed deeper inside me and leaned down to kiss me. He slid his arms around my back and pushed my legs back, pinning my knees down next to my shoulders. It spread my ass wider for him and he sucked on my tongue to distract me from the insane filling of my less than adequate hole.

"That pussy feels so good on my cock. You're so beautiful baby. I love you so much," Amir praised as he raised off me just enough to stare down into my eyes. He slid his arms from under me and put them on my thighs, spreading me open for him.

"Show me that tight little hole baby. You like how your lion stretches it? It feels good?" Amir asked. He grabbed for his phone from the side table and started to film it. He slid in and out, pounding gently at my hole.

"I want you to see this later. It's so hot," Amir explained. He held his cock then to snap a few pictures. He loved taking pictures. He'd already snapped a ton of them this morning at the university and the mall. He kept saying he wanted us to remember every little thing we did together.

"Uhhh fuck," I said and tried my best to breathe as he started to plunge away at my depths. My eyes fought to stay open as he hit every little magic spot inside my hole. I reached down to jerk my cock, but he stopped me, took my hand away. He pushed my arms up over my head and crossed them at the wrists.

"You'll finish from me fucking you. Trust me," he said. I nodded and he kissed me as he started to pound my hole. I raised my head up to look down between my thighs and see he only had about half of his cock inside me. He wouldn't go any farther than that. He was sliding in and out of me with his huge nuts swinging wildly. He looked down at me with eyes fighting to stay open.

"You feel so good on my cock. I wish I could go deeper. It just feels so... ahhh..." Amir groaned as he sank back into me. He filled me right to the point where it almost started to hurt. He could sense my discomfort and showed control as he started to piston in and out of me with speed.

"Fuck... yes... fuck," I whined each time he slid inside. He laid his chest against mine and kissed on my neck as my lips found his shoulder. I sucked on him to pacify the intense wave of feelings my body couldn't process. It wasn't just the physical. He turned on something inside me that desperately needed his cock, his arms, his hold, his seed.

"I'm so close baby. Can I cum in you?" he asked as he chewed on my ear.

"Please, yes," I begged and wrapped my arms around his back.

"You want my seed?" He hissed as he piston-fucked my hole.

"Fuck... yes please... I need it," I pleaded with him. I rubbed my hand down his back until I reached his muscled, hairy ass. I gripped his cheek and rubbed my finger over his hole as he sped up on mine. He explored my depths with his fat cock as my own cock rubbed between his chiseled, hairy abs and my flat, smooth stomach.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned him as I felt my balls tighten and that edgy feeling cloud my brain. I pushed my mouth against his shoulder to muffle my cries as my body tensed up, ready to explode.

"I told you... fuck! I told you I can make you shoot. Cum for me, baby. Let it go," Amir growled. He put a hand to the back of my head and pushed my face into his chest as I started to whine and shake in his arms.

"Mmmmm," I yelled quietly into his skin as my cock started to spray between us.

"Oh fuck that makes your pussy grab onto me when you... ahh fuck, Kasper. That's feels so fucking amazing. I feel it coming... ahhh!" He pushed his face into my neck as we both came together. Our bodies twisted in a heap of sweaty flesh as we flopped around together on his bed. His lips sucked against my skin where my neck met my right shoulder. He worked on that spot as he filled me with his seed and I coated his chest and abs with my own.

"Mmmm," We moaned together and gave his mattress a firm test. He'd pushed me up into the pillows with the force of his fucking so the bed started to bang against the wall to the rhythm as his cock drove home to give me what I needed.

"Fuck... shhh... fuck!" Amir howled and laughed as he tried to settle us, but it was out of our hands. It felt too good. Our bodies thumped violently against the sheets as my cock gave one last spurt that landed on his nipple. I groaned loudly with one last hiss as it shot out. He still had more to give.

"Oh Kasper. I love... yoouuuu," he laughed again as his body twisted in ecstasy. I felt the hot globs inside me as he continued to fuck. Some of it squished down his shaft and leaked out to my thigh as he pistoned in and out. It was the greatest sound I'd ever heard.

"I love you too," I promised and put my lips down to his nipple to slurp up the shot of cum I'd left there. I kissed his nipple and sucked it into my lips as his body gave one last deep thrust and jerk with a loud "Uhhhh."

He held there for a minute breathing and cursing before he collapsed on top of me. He rolled over onto his back and brought me with him. He looked at me with a face trying desperately to recover. As he did, a faint smile broke across his lips as he looked up at me adoringly.

"You are so beyond beautiful, my fantasy boy." He kissed me then rubbed his nose against mine with a playful laugh.

"You're the one who keeps me hard all day. Every time you touch me it springs to life. It's like I have to hide behind things until we can be together," I laughed.

"Well then we need to have more time to take care of that," Amir laughed. He grabbed the towel from the side table and started to clean us but then stopped. He reached for the stretchy pink panties I'd had on and used them to wipe my cum off his stomach. He brought them to my lips and pushed for me to suck them.

"Taste yourself. Suck it clean, baby. These looked so hot on you. Everything looks so hot on my boy... yeah that's it, suck your juice," Amir praised. I sucked my salty cum until I just tasted fabric.

"Oh there's more," he said and wiped them down between my thighs. He collected what he could of his cum and put them back against my lips.

"Mmm," I moaned for him and tasted his cum.

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck that's hot. Taste what you made me do? Taste how good you made me feel?" he asked and poked his underwear covered finger around in my mouth. I slurped and swallowed it all. His cum tasted thicker, heavier than mine. I nodded appreciatively.

"Such a good boy," he said and stuffed them in my mouth until I had all of the fabric inside. He took his finger out and closed my lips.

"That's my good boy," he praised and caressed my cheek.

We recovered together and then he carried me off to the shower. He discarded all our play clothes in the hamper and then we washed each other, sleepy and spent. We yawned together as we kissed and soaped each other up. We quickly toweled off and then crawled back under the covers to nap. He held me against his chest and told me again how much he loved me.

"Do you think they heard us? Will they be mad at me for corrupting you?" I asked Amir with a yawn as I nuzzled my nose into his chest hair.

"Quite the opposite. They think I will hurt the sweet innocent baby," Amir laughed and kissed my forehead. "They'd be perfectly fine with you crawling around on the floor in diapers."

"Really?" I asked and tried to imagine what that would look like.

"Not really, but I know father wanted another child after us. He wanted a soft boy like you to take after dad; do yoga, study art, be a cub. For some reason they never had more kids. Now that they see how neatly you fit into that role, they want to protect you from me. They love you like I do. They don't want you hurt anymore," Amir said without a hint of upset or anger.

"Why protect me from you though? You're a total boyscout. You follow your father's every rule and want to take over the family business," I noted and rubbed his chest.

"Well yes, but well... men in my culture don't usually settle down this young. I guess it's because father spent years playing around before he met my dad and his brothers did too. Ali is perfectly happy just playing around too. I guess it's cultural, expected. But with you all I see is the future. I see so many things I want us to do together. I don't want to waste time. I want you," he said.

"I want you too," I agreed.

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We woke up to banging on Amir's door and Mr. Hamad yelling in Arabic. Amir sat up with a bolt and dove for a pair of shorts in the corner of his room. He struggled into them as he unlocked his bedroom door.

"Why is this locked? It's almost time for dinner. Where's Kasper?" Mr. Hamad asked as he came into the room. He saw me in Amir's bed, naked with the comforter covering me up to my belly button. He stopped and the anger left his face.

"Did I wake you, little one? It's time to eat. My Emerson is cooking something special for you. You boys get dressed and come on out." Mr. Hamad leaned over me and pushed back my hair as I nodded and yawned. He turned to leave and said something harsh in Arabic to Amir then closed the door.

"What did he say?" I asked. Amir just laughed and shook his head. We dressed hurriedly and brushed our teeth to greet the family. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail while Amir sprayed on some cologne. I loved this, getting ready with him.

"Is he mad at us?" I asked as we finished up.

"Nah, it's fine. If I'd had some other boy in the bed he would have flipped out. Somehow you calm him. He saw you were ok." Amir shrugged. He took my hand and led me out to the kitchen/dining area. Mr. Hamad was sitting at the big table next to Emerson. I sat on his other side with Amir next to me.

His Uncle Zaid came in to join us and Ali was with him. Behind Ali was a new guy. He looked about my age and size, but was Asian. He came in and greeted everyone with hugs and smiles. He spoke English, but with a British sounding accent. He signed fluidly to Emerson. I was instantly jealous that he could do that. I needed to learn.

"This is Rory," Amir said when he got to me. I stood up and we shook hands.

"Rory's dad works for us as a liaison for the our industries and trade in Hong Kong," Mr. Hamad told me. "They moved here almost ten years ago and he grew up with the boys."

"Nice to meet you, Kasper. I've heard a lot about you from Ali," Rory said. He had a bright white smile and soft pink lips with piercing brown eyes. His black hair had that retro messy look with bangs that swept over his forehead. He was into that vintage early 2000's look everyone was doing back home.

"I've never been to Asia! Maybe someday!" I said excitedly.

"You're in Asia right now," Rory pointed out and everyone stifled a laugh.

"No, I know, but um... like ASIA Asia. Like China and Japan stuff..." I trailed off and felt my cheeks turn red. Everything about Rory was cutting edge hip. From his perfectly coiffed hair to his clothes straight off a runway. He sounded smart, laughed at me as though I'd made a joke. He held everyone's eye in the room.

"I know what you mean. The Middle East is its own world," Rory said politely to save me. Even his manners were better than mine.

"Right, yeah that's what I..." I decided to let it drop.

We all sat down and the house staff brought the dinner over from the kitchen island. Emerson had made pasta with different sauces, toasted flatbread, and a delicious salad. We all made polite conversation and I got to hear all about adventures Rory had with the Hamad twins growing up. It got old quickly. I rubbed Amir's thigh under the table and he draped an arm across my back as he laughed and chimed in on old inside jokes.

Rory looked like he fit in with them. He was comfortable ruffling Amir's hair when he told an embarrassing story about the time Amir got spit on by a camel on a class field trip. He laid his head on Ali's shoulder when he'd finished eating.

After dinner the staff cleared away the dishes onto trays. They'd take them into the main house kitchen to wash them so we wouldn't be disturbed.

"Well I have been hearing about this new game Kasper is going to teach us. I can't wait," Mr. Hamad said when the table was wiped clean. He pretended to be interested in my game. Amir went to get it and then unwrapped it in the center of the table.

"I used to play it with my family. It was my favorite," I noted happily.

"Secret Potion!" Rory exclaimed when he saw it. "I haven't played that since I was five! My little brother likes it, but he ate one of the pieces!" Everyone laughed at his joke.

"Oh... It's stupid... we don't have to play it," I said, feeling dumb for getting excited over a child's game.

"No. I want to see what we apparently missed out on in our deprived childhood!" Ali said and reached past Amir to squeeze my arm in support.

"Yes, your dad and I worked very hard to keep you two from anything fun," Mr. Hamad laughed and signed to Emerson who nodded and looked sad. He signed back and Mr. Hamad translated a fake apology.

"Well it's fun! I think I still remember how to play! Maybe you can teach us, Kasper?" Rory asked and gave me a wink.

"Ok," I took a deep breath. I laid out the monster pieces and explained the rules. We had to play in pairs since it was really designed for a max of four players. Ali wanted to play with his dad, Emerson so Zaid chose to play with Rory. That left me to choose between Amir and Mr. Hamad.

"Uh you two pair up since I know how to play." I suggested. Neither of them looked happy with that, but Amri slid me onto his lap and then slid over to my chair to be next to Mr. Hamad. He pushed me into his former seat. I could have just gotten up, but he seemed pleased to hold me like that.

I told them the rules. They each had a monster figurine and a card explaining their monster that they chose from a deck. They had to collect potion cards to complete the potion and fight their monster. They got cards from the deck but they could also ask for them from neighbors.

But players have to be careful because if someone figured out someone else's potion then that player was exposed and out of the game. Then there are cards you draw out of the deck which can punish you and make you lose ingredients and show them to the other players which makes it easier for them to figure out your potion. It's pretty fun!

I quickly discovered that the Hamads are not only super competitive, but also mean. They all tried to sabotage the other players and get them out of the game. I also quickly discovered that none of them wanted to sabotage me and they all kept trying to help me get my potion. It was sweet, but annoying. I didn't like them treating me like that and trying to let me win. They didn't treat Rory like that, but maybe it was because he was teamed with Uncle Zaid and he was the chief instigator.

I won the first hand and then told them that we should switch up the teams since everyone understood it. Amir jumped at the chance to play with me and then Mr. Hamad took his husband back from his son so then Ali was left alone. For that round they treated me a little more evenly since Amir was a target. Amir pulled me into his lap and held the cards in front of us with his arms around me. It felt nice to be there and his family seemed ok with it.

I took a break to pee midway through that round and insisted they keep playing. When I was on my way back from the bathroom I heard them talking about me. I paused behind the wall to the living room to listen in.

"I know, it's awful. I wish we could just make him forget about his family," someone said, it sounded like Amir or Ali.

"We can't. We just need to make him feel at home with us, be his fathers and brothers that he needs," Mr. Hamad's distinctive bass tones resonated in prickles over my skin.

"If you're going to be his brother then that means I can date him. He's so cute!" Rory said.

"That position is filled," Amir laughed. He didn't sound jealous or upset at Rory's exclamation. He knew he had me.

There was silence then. Emerson must have been signing. Everyone at the table understood sign language so there was no need to speak it since I was supposed to be in the bathroom.

"He's right," Mr. Hamad said in response. "I told his parents they are not to have anymore contact with him except through me. That oaf just cursed at me and accused us of brainwashing him. They are insisting on talking to him, I said I would think about it and talk it over with Kasper when he feels better."

"You did? No, we can't do that. I can't let him get hurt again. Just tell them to fuck off. They had their chance and they destroyed him," Amir huffed.

"It's not up to us. Trust me. I want him to never know pain like that again. He's become a son to me... but it's his decision. Let's make tonight peaceful for him. He deserves to enjoy himself and be with the people who love him." Mr. Hamad sighed.

"No! Amir is right. He's much better off here. We promised we'd protect him," Ali chimed in.

They were all arguing over how to protect me. I felt a weird mix of love and anxiety. My parents had already regretted the email. They wanted me back.

There was silence again. Emerson was signing.

"Exactly! We can't lie to him, not about his family. He is just a boy and it's easy to want to make decisions for him to protect his little heart. He has become our youngest boy, but it is not our choice to make. We will support him through this," Mr. Hamad said with an inflection of sadness.

"I won't let you do it. He's mine..." Amir proclaimed, but he already sounded defeated.

"Who's turn is it?" I said and came around the corner like I hadn't been listening.

"Ours," Amir said as he cleared his throat. He didn't look up at me. He studied our cards like this was a crucial moment in the game. I came towards him and he instantly pulled me back into his lap. He held our cards with one hand and had his other arm wrapped protectively across my lap. He held me a little too tightly and I felt his pulse racing through his skin. The fun of the game was over. We finished the round solemnly.

I had so many things racing through my head, but my emotional bank was cashed out for the day. I'd laughed, cried, napped, shot my seed, and enjoyed some pasta. I pushed the impending awkwardness out of my head for the evening.

I got my potion cards and defeated my monster.

Everyone at the table helped. There was eye of newt from Ali, parcel of sage from Rory, a few Unicorn hairs from Emerson, Lemondust from Zaid, and the protective hold from Amir. His arms let me know I'd be ok. I would belong here. I could stand up to any monster as long as he held me.

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