Previously-

Kale-

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ I internally scream as I quickly walk towards the bathroom that I saw earlier when my Dad dragged me into the ballroom.

I burst into one of the stalls while still trying to hide my very obvious boner. Well, it’s more of a small luxurious room considering just how big it is, clearly showing off just how fucking grand and over the top everything is around here.

Moments later I’m mumbling to myself, “I’m not gay, I’m not gay, I’m not gay,” as I look down at my cum covered hand which is shaking uncontrollably from what I just did. I just rubbed one off with the vivid image of Maxy lying on a bed under me; most likely able to see him so clearly due to this stupid bond.

“I’m not into dudes. I’m not gay.”

“We get it. You’re not gay. Jesus fuck.” A guy growls from outside the stall. It’s the same voice from earlier. The Alpha that I accidentally bumped into. Surely he didn’t follow me into the bathroom. Maybe he noticed me leave Karissa behind so quickly and followed me to gloat at my etiquette blunder.

“Need a hand in there?”

“Fuck off, dude.”

“Aww are you sure, pup?”

“I said fuck off!”

I hear a short sarcastic laugh from outside the stall and then the water running in one of the sinks. Why is everyone trying to give me ‘help’ lately? It’s fucking gross as fuck.

I keep standing there in the stall trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping the guy leaves soon so I can pull my slacks back up from the floor; from my embarrassing deed from a few minutes ago, that leaves me sick to my stomach even still.

The main door opens then closes and with a shaky breath, I take a step away from the toilet to make it look like I just stood up, just in case the guy is still in here, before pulling my slacks back up.

No sooner than taking one step closer to the stall door, I start getting hard again. Harshly whispering, “Fuck me,” I look down and watch as the front of my slacks quickly become strained again.

‘I wish they would STOP FUCKING,’ I scream in my head as I sit back down on the toilet and try to ride this new wave out, hoping that they hurry the fuck up because I’m completely done with getting second-hand sexual tension through this fucking bond with Maxy.

Things seem to just get worse by the second so with an irritated sigh I undo my slacks again and drop them back down to my ankles, preparing myself to get off once again, just to get the fucking thing back down.

After this second round, I sit there on the toilet for what feels like thirty minutes, waiting in anticipation for another boner to rear its head, ha-ha; but eventually, I start to feel completely relaxed and at ease.

“Fucking. Finally.”

I did not need to know through the bond that Lucca went and did two rounds with Maxy. I did not need to be filled with all these feelings and the mixed smells of fucking Lilac and Cedar melding together in my head. And I did not need to get images in my mind of either of them in front of me.

It’s traumatic and it feels like I just stood in the same room and watched Lucca have sex with someone. I feel sick. So I quickly pull my slacks up and turn to the bowl only to dry heave.

~

Currently-

I’m practically running through the halls following both of the scents that are still lingering in the air until I reach a flight of stairs and mentally scream. While leaning against the wall I go up the stairs as quickly as possible and by the time I make it to the third floor, I nearly bump into Lucca when he’s on his way down.

“You!” I nearly scream. I try to take a step forward but the stairwell feels like it spins under my feet every so slightly so I lean back against the wall, grabbing the handrail that’s along the wall with a death grip.

“Me?” Lucca asks while raising an eyebrow, so I continue in a near scream, “I’m getting fucking second-hand sex from you! It’s like I’m watching you fuck him!” I say while grabbing the air in front of me.

“What do you mean, dude?” He asks me with surprise written all over his face.

“I knew you were doing it with him when I had…issues…going on earlier at the party!”

“You got a random boner from Makksi and I…How is that even possible?”

“I don’t fucking know but it’s practically traumatic knowing and getting mental images of you fucking Maxy.”

“...It’s Makksi, dude.”

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t want to know that you’re fucking him!”

“Dude, you want me to be completely celibate with my mate?” He asks while beginning to look completely irritated, his jaw set and a frown quickly forming.

I take a step down and stammer, “I- I don’t mean that.”

“Then what? I don’t see any other way this can go, man. So, do I have to get permission to have sex with my mate, or not? Maybe if you fully broke your bond then you wouldn’t be having-”

“I know! I th-thought I did.”

Lucca stares at me deadpan and doesn’t say anything else, only to lean against the same wall that I am with his arms crossed.

I don’t know what to do about this. I’m pretty sure that I broke the bond when I rejected him but this is all so new, obviously. Like, I wasn’t prepared for any of this to happen and I figured it’d be instantaneous that the bond would break once I thought of rejecting Maxy.

“Oh my god, Lucca, how the fuck do I break it then if it’s not just from thinking it?” I say, nearly on the verge of breaking down while I pull at my hair.

“I don’t know, dude. Maybe you have to say it to him or something? Or you could…try getting to know him first?”

“I’m not gay, dude.”

“Then how are you soul-mates with a dude if you’re not, not even a little?”

“I don’t know!”

So he steps behind me and places his hands on my shoulders and turns me around before he says, “Let's go back to the room to relax for a bit and you can talk to him later, dude, to try to break the bond then.” I nod and I’m glad he said later and not right now because I don’t think I could handle seeing Maxy with sex hair and being all relaxed-like.