The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart
Chapter 80

"Open this damn door!"

When there was no answer, Sam continued to pound on the door even harder, and it was Jonah who finally grumbled curse words under his breath and stood from the bed, approaching the door. She had been knocking for about thirty minutes then, and he had barely slept the night, and it was not helping that she was annoying them early in the morning. It was literally eight in the morning. He pulled the door open, "What the fuck do you want, Sam?"

"I know Kylan's in there."

"So what if he is?" Jonah raised a challenging eyebrow.

She furrowed her brows, "He's my boyfriend."

"He's gay, so that's not possible."

"Whatever you say," she pushed past him, and he rolled his eyes, "where's my honey buns."

Kylan was sleeping on the couch when he was awakened to her numerous kisses on his face. He thought it was Jonah, but his brain finally registered the perfume, his eyes widened, and he distanced himself from her. Sam raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong, babe? Did I scare you?"

"Yes, you did," he exhaled a long breath.

Jonah scoffed, making himself a coffee and staring as Sam showered Kylan with kisses, to which he felt like puking. Although the sight was somewhat turning him on, remembering the threesome he had had with Kylan long ago. However, the fact that it was Sam, the girl who had ruined their relationship, was causing his stomach to turn and his skin to crawl.

"Why didn't you come back to my place last night? I thought we'd finish the bottle of wine together."

"Wine while pregnant? Strange combination," Jonah said quietly, but only Sam had heard.

"I finished it already, and you never came back," Kylan said.

"I worked late," she puckered her lips, "sorry, babe."

"Babe?" They heard Jonah scoff from the kitchen as he eyed them, "That's comical."

Sam's sharp eyes turned to Jonah with a glare, "Don't you dare make fun of our relationship."

"I promise you," he chuckled, "I am."

"You're just jealous because he chose me instead of you. You never even treated him right anyways-"

"Why should I be jealous of a downgrade?"

She gasped, and Kylan inhaled sharply. Fuming, Sam jumped to her feet and stomped her way to the kitchen counter where he stood, pointing an index finger in his face, "Who the hell do you think your disrespecting?" "Don't point your finger in my face," Jonah slapped her finger away, "and you're in my house. Get the fuck out."

"Jonah-"

"You too, Ky," he said when he heard Kylan's voice.

Kylan stood from the couch and grabbed Sam's arm, not wanting to argue even more with Jonah, "Sam, let's just go-"

Suddenly, Sam grimaced. Her face became green. Then, she sprinted from them towards the bathroom, and vomiting noises were heard.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "Morning sickness."

Kylan bit his bottom lip then turned to Jonah, wanting to know where they stood now. Their talk had not ended well last night, and he was unsure where the two were at from now.

He took this opportunity to face Jonah, who raised an eyebrow when he saw Kylan stare at him. As he was taking a sip of his coffee, Kylan asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

Kylan furrowed his brows, "You were crying really hard last night-"

"And I'm fine now. Besides, you have no reason to ask me that. We're not together," Jonah scoffed.

"You said you'd forgive me for anything because you love me."

"Before I knew you went and got a chick pregnant, do you know how life-changing that is, Kylan?" Jonah shook his head, "You're going to have to be a dad, provide an income and support, need bonding time with your child. You fucked up, bad. And I don't want to be around while you're up Sam's ass."

"I know, and I'll fix it-"

"How the fuck are you going to fix it? Push her down the damn stairs? If she decides to have the child, you're screwed because until he's eighteen, you won't even have breathing space."

Kylan's eyes became teary, and he looked away from Jonah for a few seconds before whispering, "I'm scared."

"You should be."

"I don't know what I'm going to do."

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"Yea, I don't know either," he shrugged his shoulders, "but I do know that you both need to leave."

"Jonah "

"Kylan, I'm serious. I'm tired of seeing your faces around here," he was not tired of seeing Kylan's face. He wanted him to stay, but it was difficult, "I have to get ready for work anyway."

At that time, Sam was returning from the bathroom, appearing unwell as she passed by them and grabbed Kylan's wrist, leading him towards the door.

"Babe, I don't feel good. Take care of me."

Kylan glanced back towards Jonah, who scoffed and turned away. He pulled away from Sam, "Wait for me outside, please."

"I'll wait for you at my apartment," she groaned, stepping towards the front door with her shoulders sulking, "if you don't show up, I'll be pounding on this door again."

When Sam exited the home, Kylan faced Jonah, "Let's talk."

"Talk about what?" Jonah raised an eyebrow as he started walking towards the bedroom, his back to Kylan, "I said everything I needed to say."

"I know you did. Can you hear me out?"

Jonah entered his bathroom and turned on the bath water, plugging the hole to let it fill up, "Go ahead."

He observed as Jonah pulled off his shirt, throwing it onto a pile on the ground, revealing all the lines of muscles Kylan's nail had scratched with overwhelming desire. Even Jonah realized he was looking and was seconds from putting his shirt back on when Kylan reached for his arm and hissed, "Don't put it back on."

Jonah chuckled, "Okay, but hurry up and speak or leave because I don't want to deal with this shit in the morning."

"I want to be with you," he exhaled in one whole breath. When Jonah snorted, Kylan furrowed his brows, "I'm serious."

"We cannot be together, Ky, not with Sam going through her entire pregnancy."

"Why not?"

"Because that's not love," he widened his arms, "I'm not sitting around waiting for years until the child is grown enough for you to focus on your relationship with me. I know Sam will be a priority, and it'll be too late by then. So I need to start thinking about my future...without you."

Kylan paused for a moment. "Without me?" he repeated quietly.

Jonah shrugged his shoulders, "We could be friends, but I know that'll hurt me more than it should."

"So just cut me off, right?"

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"Trust that I'll fix it!" he exclaimed.

"You're not going to fix it, Ky! And even so, you went behind my back and started having sex with this girl during one of our breaks, so don't even talk to me about trust." "We were broken up "

"It doesn't matter," he snarled, "you know my love for you, and knowing that I was waiting for you to come back, should've been enough for you not to do that to me. But you did." "And I said I'm sorry."

"It's too fucking late for your sorry, Kylan. You're having a child. Congratulations. Now," he stopped the water from overflowing the bathtub, "can you leave? I want to bathe."

Kylan bit his bottom lip; he did not want to leave. Only because if he left, Jonah most likely would not let him back in. This is why he reached forward and placed his palm on Jonah's chest, knowing he was not going to push him back and it was going to cause hormones to rush inside his body.

Instantly, Jonah squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled a long breath, "Kylan, don't do this to me."

"You didn't miss me? During the two weeks I was gone?"

"I missed you more than you could imagine."

"And you don't want me to stay?"

"I do," Jonah nodded his head, "but it'll be harder on me in the long run-"

"Stop thinking of buts," Kylan leaned forward, "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Don't do this Ky, you know I can't resist you."

"Then don't resist me," Ky cooed before placing his lips on Jonah's. He wanted it, but Jonah certainly had been dying for this moment. He slammed Kylan against the wall, keeping their lips connected, and he shoved his tongue inside his mouth, wanting total dominance. His fingers immediately reached underneath Kylan's shirt and roamed in places he knew would cause Kylan's back to arch and moans to erupt.

His lips moved to the sensitive skin on his neck he knew would cause Kylan to shiver and ask for more. However, when the pounding knocks on the door started, Kylan ignored it, but Jonah didn't.

It reminded him of all that was going on, and his hormones returned to their cages. He stopped, pulled apart from Kylan, and a bit of sadness could be seen in his eyes.

Kylan shook his head, "Jonah, let's just finish this—"

"I can't, Ky," he bit his bottom lip, sending his shaking hand through his hair, "just leave me alone."