My Exception is You Ch. 28

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Oca 31, 2023 // By:analsex // No Comment

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Hello! Chapter 28 is here and I’m pretty happy with the way the story progressed to get to here. No spoilers but Bruno didn’t seem weird for no reason (if you felt his character changed a bit too much it was intentional)

(Warning: there might be content some would consider to have underlying graphic/triggering themes, so be aware if you are sensitive to physical altercations or mild forced sex scenes)


My body was killing me as I pulled into the little driveway, parking as I glanced at the house. Knowing Bruno was home was enough to make me smile. It had been half the summer already, and it felt like he just moved in yesterday. We were adjusting easily, which surprised me but made me over the moon fucking happy. But there was something nagging at me with Bruno’s behavior that was eating me up inside.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, slinging my bag onto my shoulder as I groaned. My body was so dead. I thought I trained well enough before, but this was a whole other level. The honk of the car as I locked it made me sigh, unable to not smirk as I tried to imagine Bruno getting all excited for me to come home. I pushed the door open, dropping my bag and kicking my shoes off. Something felt immediately off. Normally after my afternoon trainings he’d have cooked dinner by now.

That fact and that he wasn’t in the living room had me concerned. I walked into the kitchen, a bit confused as I hesitated then pursed my lips. I meandered upstairs and went to open our bedroom door when I hesitated. There was some glimmer of light underneath. I bit my lip, wondering what he was up to. I opened the door and he turned, his arms crossed as he smiled and looked at me.

“Wh-what the hell is all this?” I laughed, smiling as I studied the room. There were a ton of candles, the room smelling really hearty in a soothing way. It kind of smelt like my favorite cologne in a way! He glanced at the bed and sighed.

“You’ve been pushing yourself really hard lately and so I wanted to do something for you,” he shrugged, my eyes locking on the bed. I noticed a sheet laid out over the comforter and bit my lip.

“What kind of something?” I muttered, my body already burning up as he smiled. There was a sexy glint in his eye.

“Strip for me and find out,” he breathed easily, my heart jumping. It had been a while since I’d seen Bruno like this. It was both unsettling and incredibly exciting in the sexiest ways possible. Without hesitating I pried my shirt off, pushing my bottoms off. My thumb easily hooked into my socks, easing them off my feet as Bruno eyed my body. There was something about the way he looked at me that I could never put my finger on, but it made me feel like the sexiest man alive.

“Get on the bed,” he turned away to the side table and I smiled, crawling onto the bed. My body sunk into its depths, a sound of comfort rolling through me. He laughed lightly, glancing at me as I turned my head to smile at him.

“You’re so demanding today,” I muttered and he shrugged, biting his lip as he fidgeted with the bottle of oil. My eyes closed as I adjusted, getting comfortable. It sounded like he took his clothes off, my suspicion confirmed when I felt his bare thighs straddle my hips. The stiff heat of his cock pressed into my asscheek and I bit my lip, wiggling my hips. “Does my ass turn you on that much?” I teased and he laughed, even slapping it lightly. That sent another thrill of intrigue through me.

“Your ass is my favorite feature about you,” he grumbled, the snap of the bottle echoing in the quiet room. I felt the warm liquid as he trailed it along my spine. The trail led all the way to my crack. He gripped my cheek and pulled on it, letting the oil pour over my ass and run down my taint. I could feel the warmth trickle through my pubes to my balls, making me tremble. A quick run back up and then he set the bottle down, his hands starting at my asscheeks and running up my back roughly.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my muscles straining and molding in both pain and pleasure. He was being so rough, pushing in deep as he worked my back over. “Jesus Bruno, you trying to turn me into dough?” I mumbled as his palms and fingers worked through every inch of muscle on my back.

“You’re so tense, you can’t even fuck good anymore,” he grumbled and I scoffed a laugh of disbelief, wanting to turn over and prove him wrong. But the tone of his voice had me hesitating, feeling rather nervous that I’d upset him if I didn’t let him do what he wanted right now.

“That’s harsh,” I sighed finally and he took a deep breath, making another long torturous round through my muscles.

“Sorry. But it’s true, somewhat,” he breathed and I frowned, turning my head to glare at the flickering candles. My mind was racing as I tried to understand where this was coming from. He never complained before. In fact he usually only complained that I was too good, or made him too horny that istanbul travesti he’d lose control of himself. Not once did he say I was lacking. I opened and closed my mouth so many times with a question or thought I decided to hold in.

His hands worked to my ass and I felt another generous pour of oil between my cheeks, my body burning up automatically. I felt his thumbs slide between my cheeks, his palms and hands sliding around and pushing into my muscles. It felt like a rough grope or a gentle massage. Either way, his teasing of my taint and asshole was fucking phenomenal.

“God Bruno, that feels great,” I muttered, my hips rolling back into his thumbs as they rubbed over my asshole.

“Mmm, you like that?” he grumbled, his voice husky. Fuck he was so sexy when he talked like that.

“Yeah,” I sighed, and then I felt him adjust until his dick rested between my cheeks. He gripped my ass, holding my flesh tightly as he started grinding his cock against me. “Bruno it’s been a while, could you-“

“I know how to do this Clay,” he interrupted me and I sighed, closing my eyes and pressing my lips together. This felt nice, but it also felt weird. His mood was off. Both his thumbs pushed into my ass and I groaned, biting the pillow as my back tensed up. “Fuck you’re so tight. You think you don’t need to work at your ass more often or something? What if I just feel like fucking you one day? You’re gonna demand I spend extra time working you up to it? When you get to just-” he grunted and then I felt his dick push between his thumbs. I hugged the pillow, groaning in pain as he forced himself to slide in, inch by inch. My ass was burning, my hips tensing and curling to try and jerk away from him.

“Bruno stop that hurts!” I cried out as his thumbs tugged harder at my ass, his dick pushing in more.

“Just do what you tell me to do, breathe and relax,” he sneered, thrusting in hard. I lost my breath, my body aching as my ass screamed and burned in pain. I reached back, pushing him hard and using my weight to maneuver us apart. My ass ached, but the relief of him slipping out was noticeable.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” I demanded, his face hard to read as he glared at me.

“What, are you the only one allowed to do this?” he snapped, raising his voice. I flinched, glancing around the room and looking at the sheet.

“What the hell is going on Bruno? You’ve been acting stranger and stranger and I-“

“Oh I’ve been acting strange?” he pressed, cutting me off. I rolled my eyes, pushing off the bed and walking over to grab my clothes. I didn’t care that I was covered in oil, they were dirty anyway. I got dressed quickly. “Where the hell are you going?” he demanded, hurrying over to grab my arm.

“Taking a walk to clear my damn head!” I barked, pushing him back. He stumbled, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.

“Fuck you,” he pushed me and I caught myself in the corner by the door, my heart racing as anger and panic consumed me. This was the first time Bruno actually lost it with me. Sure we had argued, had our disagreements, but this felt so different and new. And I hated it.

“I think we both need space to clear our heads,” I insisted, grabbing the door. He slammed it shut, glaring at me still but not backing down. “Bruno please, I don’t want to fight,” I pressed my forehead into the door, my hand tightening on the knob.

“You’re just going to run away until you think I’m not mad and then come back and act like everything is fine!” his voice still raised and filled with a lot of malice. I cringed, feeling so confused and upset.

“No I just want us to calm down so we don’t hurt each other,” I muttered, feeling like my chest was tightening. “So that we can talk and not just yell. I promise,” I whispered, glancing at him. He scoffed, pushing off the door and storming over to the bed. He ripped the sheet off, crumpling it up and whipping it at the wall by the hamper. He blew out all the candles, getting dressed like a mad man. He pushed me away from the door, my shoulders falling into the wall as a pang of defeat and pain shot through me.

He didn’t even look at me as he left, slamming the door behind him. I heard his steps as he hurried down the stairs. A small pause of silence and then the front door slamming shut. I flinched, my heart racing as I tried to process what just happened. I took deep breaths to steady myself, easing off the wall with another deep breath and heavy sigh.

If he wanted to leave the house instead of me that was fine. I wasn’t going to chase after him. He needed to calm down anyway. I wandered into the bathroom, easing my clothes off. The bathroom steamed up quickly after I turned the shower on, stepping in to try and relax the new tension in my body. I scrubbed down, massaging myself as I cleaned up to ease my nerves. It helped a bit but I was still a bundle of anxiety when I got out. There was no noise in the house when I went back to the room to get dressed. And when I istanbul travestileri went to the kitchen to start cooking dinner he still wasn’t home.

I found his phone in the bedroom so I couldn’t even call him. So I just had to wait for him to come back, my mind racing down a million scary thoughts as the minutes passed without him showing up. Dinner was almost done when I heard the front door open. It shut quietly, my heart pounding as the blood surged to my ears and through my chest. “B-Bruno?” I called out, turning from the stove to see him standing in the doorway. He was glaring at the ground, his eyes red with fresh tears. His hands gripped his hips tightly, his stance tense as he trembled.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve been upset lately and instead of talking to you I kept it in. And lashed out. It’s not an excuse, more of an explanation. But Clay I’m really, really sorry,” he looked at me then, looking so distraught and frightened. My heart ached as all of my instincts told me to console him. My hand even twitched in his direction as I stepped toward the island and studied him.

“What the hell is going on?” I mumbled and he sighed, rubbing his face roughly as he cleared his throat. He walked over to the island and slumped into the chair, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily as he pushed his hands into his hair. He scratched and clawed at his scalp, his face full of so many expressions it was hard to figure out what he was feeling.

“I’ve been trying so fucking hard to be the man I think you want me to be. The really amazing and willing bottom in sex, the partner that cooks you dinner and helps around the house while you’re at work. Someone who just makes your life happy and easy. But I feel like, uh,” he shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t feel like myself anymore,” he muttered, looking at me with nothing but pain in his eyes. My chest constricted, my lungs burning as I breathed quicker.

“A-are you saying-“

“Clay I don’t think I’m the right guy for you,” he breathed and I stumbled back into the counter, my body feeling like something zapped me. “I’m not what I’ve been acting like these past few months. I, I’ve just been trying my hardest to do what you want to keep you around. But some of it really doesn’t feel like me anymore. And I don’t want to resent you for how I’ve chosen to change myself. You’re a really great guy Clay,” he continued, his voice trembling as he stared at me.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest hurt. My body was shaking. Everything felt like it was spiraling.

“I’ve fallen in love with you. I love the way you make me feel and how I’m important to you. But I worry once you realize it’s fake you’ll leave me,” he continued. I couldn’t make sense of anything that was coming out of his mouth. Fake? Resent me?

“Bruno I-“

“Look Clay, I don’t expect you to understand. I’ve worried this whole time if I’m enough for you. If I’m right for you. Everyday I’m here alone wondering if you’re still happy with me. I’m not a hundred percent gay, and I probably never will be. There are times I really don’t want to be some dutiful house pet. I miss the times we could chill and it feel like I’m just hanging out with Clay, my best friend. I don’t give you all of your sexual fantasies and I don’t even want to!” he snorted, shaking his head. “And all the things you seem to enjoy the most about me are the things I’ve been forcing myself to do more of to try and make you happy. To try and keep you around. To convince you to marry me,” he scoffed, covering his face as he started crying again.

I didn’t realize it but I was crying too. When I sniffled he looked up at me, his face twisting in pain as I couldn’t stop the tears. I turned to the stove, unable to look at him as I wiped my eyes furiously. What did I say to any of that? What the fuck could I even say?

“D-do you still love me?” I whispered, the thought coming out before I could hold it back. The room was silent.

“I do,” he offered finally and I felt a momentary wash of relief through my body. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I cleared my throat. I checked on dinner, pulling the pan out of the oven and turning it off. Once I felt a bit more gathered I turned around to see him sitting there still, staring at me with the most worried and scared expression on his face.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t need any of that shit?” I muttered and he sighed, rolling his eyes as his head fell into his hands again. “I’m serious Bruno!” I yelled and he flinched, looking up at me with wide eyes. “The last few months, especially after you moved in, you’ve been acting so different. Some of it was nice but I haven’t been able to ignore the weird changes in you. You’re more angsty. You fucking snap at me for the littlest things. You try to sleep with me all the time or do a lot of things I don’t ask you to, to try and impress or something? I don’t fucking know!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He looked dejected as travesti istanbul he slumped back into the stool.

“See this is the problem I-“

“Shut the fuck up!” I screamed and he cringed, staring at me in awe. I was panting, my body trembling with rage. “Bruno I swear to god if you say one more goddamn thing before I speak my mind I’ll,” I hesitated and tsked as I turned and slammed the side of my fist into the counter. It hurt, my hand throbbing as I screamed in pain and rage. “I have never asked you for anything more than to just be you, the amazing guy who joined my soccer team as a freshman and blew me away. I know I told you that a relationship for me included intimacy, but I never said how that had to be done. And when I said I wanted you to live with me it was because I really just wanted to fall asleep and wake up with you right here with me. I had no other thought on my mind. Do I like taking care of you? Of course I fucking do. Just as much as I think you enjoy taking care of me sometimes. Is that so fucking wrong?!” I demanded, turning then to stare him down. He sat silently, his arms crossed and face blank as he stared back at me.

“Bruno I never said you had to be or do anything. Not once. That was you. That was all you. And now you want to sit here and tell me you resent me for making you feel the way you do?!” I pressed, his face wrinkling slightly as I shook my head. “That’s fucking bullshit. Your insecurities are your own. I can only say and do my part to help. But if you don’t believe me or listen to me that’s on you!” I pressed my hands into the island’s counter, leaning forward as he clenched his jaw. He looked pissed.

“And I want to marry you. I fucking love you and asked you to move in with me. Maybe all of this is too soon and too sudden for you! No me, but you!” I emphasized the ‘you’ to really drive my point him.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” he barked and I scoffed, throwing my hands up before letting them slap down loudly back onto the counter.

“Look at the situation. The only one with uncertainties, insecurities, and anxiety about our relationship is you Bruno! You’re the one panicking here. I’ve wanted you to live with me since we got back from winter break. You said no. I’m the one who has really wanted to take this relationship seriously. And that was before you started acting like this. In fact, you’re the one who’s really pushing the whole marriage narrative. But the closer and closer we get to being serious enough to even consider marriage the more freaked out and strange you become! It’s like you don’t even want to fucking be with me and you’re trying to come up with a million excuses to justify-“

“That’s not it!” he stood up, the stool clattering to the floor as he pushed his hands onto the counter.

“But if you don’t love me or you don’t want to be with me anymore than just be a true man and say it to my fucking face Bruno!” I screamed, leaning over the island more. “Be an adult and do the right fucking thing and tell me to my face you just don’t want me anymore!” I pressed. His eyes watered as he glared at me, his face flushing as he bit his lip. We stood there, silence festering between us. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily, shaking my head.

“When your parents come to pick me up and take me to the airport I want you to pack your things and go back home with them until school starts,” I muttered, feeling so weak and defeated.

“Wh-what?!” he gasped. The pain on his face made me falter, my eyes stinging as fresh tears started forming.

“I think we need some time apart Bruno,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I glanced at the stove and saw the dinner I wouldn’t have the stomach to eat.

“H-how could, wh-what are you, I-I don’t understand,” he stammered, his voice shaking and trembling. We stared at one another, both of us in pain and crying.

“Yeah, I feel the same way about everything you’ve just said too. So I’m going to be the one to put my foot down. We need time apart. I’m not saying we have to break up, but it seems like we need a lot more space and time to think things through before we really decide,” I let the thought hang there, my throat closing as I shook my head and blinked the tears away as more flooded down my cheeks.

“Clay I-“

“Please Bruno,” I croaked, leaning on the counter next to the stove and covering my face. I started crying, unable hold back anymore as my body shook with my sobs. I heard him walk out of the room, his steps gentle as he went upstairs. I collapsed to the floor, my elbows on my knees as I rested my head back and just cried everything out. I didn’t want to hold it in.

If this is what heartbreak felt like, I never wanted to fall in love again.

***Two weeks later***

“So is Bruno going to be at the airport this time too?” Max muttered as the plane prepared for landing. I took a deep breath and shrugged.

“Don’t know, we haven’t texted or really talked that much since I kicked him out,” I sighed, leaning on the wall and staring out the window. The last two weeks were painful, especially not getting to talk with Bruno. Even after everything he said, spending those few days sleeping separately and not talking, I still really wanted to see him, to talk to him.

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