Bully Reunion - Part 2

All Character’s Are 18+ 

On the other side of the wall, laughter and moans picked up again, muffled and distant, but Eli couldn’t stop listening as he slowly slid his hand down to his hardening dick.

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Eli’s hand froze mid-stroke.

The condom wrapper had crinkled like a gunshot in the silence, and now Ryan’s low laugh drifted through the wall, mocking, triumphant, and followed by the girl’s breathy “God, yes, right there.”

Eli’s cock throbbed against his palm. It was traitorous and aching in his grip. He hated how easily Ryan still rewired his body. Ten years of distance, therapy, a decent job in the city…all gone. One smirk, one memory of water sliding down Ryan’s abs, and Eli was eighteen again, hard and humiliated in a steamy locker room.

He squeezed himself once, punishing, then let go. The moans next door getting louder…followed by wet sounds, the rhythmic slap of skin, the headboard tapping the wall in a lazy, drunken beat. Eli’s jaw clenched. He pictured Ryan’s hips snapping forward, the girl’s nails raking down his back, that smug grin never leaving his face.

That’s when he thought back. When Ryan shut his door, he didn’t shut it all the way. He left a crack. He’s thinking of me,Eli realized with a jolt. He asked me for the condom on purpose. Was this true or all a delusional fantasy he’d built out of thin air. 

Either way, the thought should’ve disgusted him. Instead, it sent a fresh pulse of blood south.

He rolled off the bed, yanked on boxers, and paced. The adjoining door stared back like a dare. He could still smell Ryan in the air…cologne, sweat, the faint chlorine ghost of high school. Eli’s fingers twitched toward the handle of his own door.

Don’t.

Another moan…higher, needier. The girl’s voice cracked on Ryan’s name. Eli’s restraint snapped.

He opened his side of the adjoining door. The swing bar latch on Ryan’s side was thrown, but the gap that was left open was about an inch, just enough to let him see it all. Warm light spilled through, along with the unmistakable scent of sex.

Eli pressed his eye to the crack.

Ryan had the girl on all fours, facing away. Her dress was bunched at her waist, panties tangled around one ankle. Ryan’s hand fisted in her hair, arching her back as he drove into her with slow, deliberate strokes. His ass flexed with each thrust…tight, powerful, the same muscle Eli had watched ripple under shower spray a decade ago.

Ryan’s head turned. Not toward the door, but toward the mirror on the dresser. Their eyes locked in the reflection. There was no going back know. Eli knew that Ryan knew he was watching. 

Ryan’s grin was feral…almost evil. He didn’t stop moving. If anything, he slowed, letting Eli see every inch disappear into the girl, then drag back out, slick and shining. His free hand lifted, two fingers in a lazy V: peace…or victory.

Eli’s breath fogged the wood. His cock strained against cotton, a wet spot blooming at the tip.

Ryan mouthed something Eli couldn’t hear. Then louder, for the girl’s benefit: “You like that, baby? Tell me how much.”

She whimpered, pushing back. Ryan’s gaze never left the mirror.

Eli’s hand moved without permission, slipping under his waistband. He hated himself for it. Hated Ryan more for making it feel inevitable.

Ryan’s rhythm faltered just a pace, barely there. His eyes narrowed, pupils blown. He was close. Eli could read it in the flex of his jaw, the way his fingers tightened in the girl’s hair.

Cum for me, Eli thought, the words sour and desperate in his mouth. Show me what I’ll never have.

Ryan’s hips snapped once, twice…then he buried himself deep and held a low growl rumbling out of him. The girl cried out, collapsing forward. Ryan followed her down, chest heaving, still watching Eli the mirror.

Eli came with a choked sound, spilling over his fist in hot, shameful pulses. His knees buckled. He caught himself on the doorframe, forehead pressed to cool wood, aftershocks trembling through him.

When he looked again, Ryan was pulling out, tying off the condom…Eli’s condom…with lazy expertise. He then stood, unselfconscious in his nudity as the girl curled on her side, already half-asleep.

Ryan crossed to the door. Eli froze.

The latch clicked. The door swung open fully. 

Ryan filled the frame, cock still half hard and glistening. A bead of cum clung to the tip. He smelled like sex and whiskey and something darker…possession.

“Enjoy the show?” Ryan’s voice was rough from use, amused. He leaned a shoulder against the jamb, blocking any view of the girl. “Thought you might.”

Eli’s mouth opened then closed. His hand was still sticky; he shoved it behind his back like a kid caught stealing.

Ryan’s gaze flicked down, lingered on the wet patch darkening Eli’s boxers. “Jesus. You did.” He stepped forward more which caused Eli to pace back until they were in his own room now.  

“Fuck you,” Eli managed. It came out shaky.

Ryan’s laugh was soft. “Language, Eli. We’re adults now.” He stepped closer…close enough that Eli could see the faint red lines the girl’s nails had left on his body. “I left my door cracked and you took that as an invitation to perv out on me?”

“I didn’t…”

“You did.” Ryan’s hand lifted, thumb brushing the corner of Eli’s mouth, smearing the taste of salt and shame. “You’ve always did want to watch me haven’t you?”

Eli jerked back. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Don’t I?” Ryan’s eyes dropped to Eli’s cock, still visibly hard through the fabric. “Ten years, and you’re still hard for the guy who made you cry in the locker room. The guy who knocked you down in the hallway. The guy who got pleasure out of making your life hell. That’s a dedicated level of pathetic, Eli.”

Eli’s fists clenched. “You don’t get to…”

Ryan cut him off with a final step forward, crowding him against the wall. The heat of his body was overwhelming: skin still damp, muscles shifting under golden skin. “Tell me to leave,” Ryan said, voice low. “Say it, and I’ll go. I’ll close the door. Pretend this never happened.”

Eli’s throat worked. The word lodged there, unreachable.

Ryan waited. Three heartbeats. Five.

Then he smiled: small, sharp, knowing. “That’s what I thought.”

Eli’s lips puckered. But Ryan didn’t kiss him. Didn’t touch him beyond the thumb that had grazed his lip. Just leaned in until their breaths mingled, until Eli could feel the thrum of Ryan’s pulse in the air between them.

“Tomorrow,” Ryan said. “Rehearsal dinner. You’ll sit across from me. You’ll smile for Jeff & Madison. And every time I look at you, you’ll remember this.” His gaze flicked to Eli’s spent cock, then back up. “You’ll remember how hard you came watching me fuck someone else. And you’ll hate yourself for wanting it to be you.”

Eli’s voice cracked. “Why are you doing this?”

Ryan’s expression flickered…something new beneath the cruelty. “Because I can. Because you let me.” A pause. “Because maybe I hated how easy it was to hurt you back then. And maybe I want to see if I can make you feel…something else now.”

Ryan stepped back. The distance felt colder than the wall to Eli. Ryan dropped the condom at Eli’s feet and said, “Thanks for letting me borrow that. Night, Eli...” as he turned, walked back into his room, and closed the door with a soft click.

Eli slid down the wall until he sat on the carpet, head in his hands. His pulse wouldn’t slow. His skin buzzed like a live wire.

Tomorrow. Rehearsal dinner. Ryan across the table, that smirk in place, knowing exactly what Eli had done…what he stillwanted.

Eli laughed, a broken sound. Ten years, and nothing had changed.

Except maybe, just maybe, everything had.