Cupid Ain’t Capping

Disclaimer:
This story contains explicit content intended for mature readers (18+). It includes graphic depictions of sexual acts, flirtatious rivalry, strong language, and themes of magical interference in modern dating. The narrative explores playful power dynamics, fate vs. free will, and the stubbornness of two men resisting love despite undeniable chemistry. All depicted relationships are between consenting adults in a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Love Don’t Gotta Be This Hard (But Y’all Stubborn ASF)

Cupid leaned against the counter in the dimly lit kitchen, swirling the drink in his glass like he had all the time in the world. Music thrummed through the house, bass vibrating against the floors as bodies moved in slow, careless waves. The party was in full swing—smoke curling in the air, drinks flowing, somebody in the living room swearing they were the best spades player in the city.

And yet, despite all this vibe, Cupid was bored.

His full lips twisted into a smirk as he surveyed the room. He had seen it all before—men acting too cool to care, dodging feelings like they were dodging bills, mistaking pride for protection. It was tragic, really.

He took a lazy sip from his glass, eyes catching on two men standing on opposite sides of the room.

Terrance Knowles: Flirty, smooth, all charm and confidence—the type that could make you laugh and blush in the same breath. He was currently posted up by the couch, arms crossed, designer sneakers planted firm like he owned the damn floor. He had already peeped Josiah, but instead of making a move, he was doing what men like him did best—waiting to be chased while pretending not to care.

Josiah Bennett: Sharp-tongued, skeptical, a certified eye-roll champion. He had been minding his business, drink in hand, hoodie draped over his frame like armor. He had also noticed Terrance. Noticed him noticing him. And now? He was sitting there, pretending it didn’t faze him.

Cupid rolled his eyes so hard he almost saw the back of his own head.

“Aight, let me go ‘head and set the scene.”

With a flick of his wrist, two invisible arrows flew across the room, piercing straight through their chests.

BOOM. Magic done.

Now, he just had to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

Terrance wasn’t the type to hesitate. When he wanted something, he went for it—and damn, did he want to know what Josiah’s deal was.

He slid through the crowd, smooth as ever, stepping right into Josiah’s space like he belonged there. Josiah didn’t look up at first, taking another sip from his cup like he hadn’t just watched this man approach from across the room.

Terrance grinned. Challenge accepted.

“Aight, so you just gon’ sit over here, lookin’ all mysterious, actin’ like you too cool to dance?”

Josiah exhaled through his nose, smirking as he finally glanced up. “Nah, I just ain’t tryna be seen on nobody’s Snapchat sweatin’ out my hoodie. You know they be clownin’ in the group chat.”

Terrance sucked his teeth. “Oh, so you scared? Bet. I thought you had more confidence than that, gang.”

Josiah gave him a slow, unimpressed blink. “I got confidence. I just ain’t got the urge to be out here body rollin’ like I’m in a ‘90s R&B video.”

Terrance grinned, stepping closer. “I mean… I was about to hit that Usher slide, but now you hatin’.”

Josiah raised an eyebrow, finally giving him a full once-over. He was… fine. Too fine. The kinda fine that made you wanna be mad on purpose just so you didn’t let it show.

“Please don’t embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you? Boy, ion even know you.”

Josiah leaned in just a little, his voice lower now, silkier. “Mmm, nah, see that’s cap. You been lookin’ at me all night like you tryna put a claim on me.”

Terrance laughed, caught off guard, and that was exactly what Josiah wanted.

“Oh, so you peeped?” Terrance asked, licking his lips. “But you actin’ brand new?”

Josiah took another slow sip of his drink. “I peep everything. I just don’t entertain weak game.”

Terrance was enjoying himself way too much now. “Weak? That’s crazy. ‘Cause last time I checked, you the one holdin’ back. What, you scared to flirt back?”

Josiah smirked, finally locking eyes. “I am flirting back. You just ain’t catchin’ it.”

Terrance tilted his head, amused. “Ohh, so you tryna be one of those?”

Josiah gave him a lazy blink. “One of what?”

“You know—one of them people who flirt like it’s a damn scavenger hunt. Givin’ me clues, tryna make me work for it, like I ain’t got premium game ready to go.”

Josiah snorted, setting his drink down on the nearest table. “Premium game? Baby, if this is premium, I’ma need a refund.”

Terrance placed a hand over his heart, gasping like Josiah had just stabbed him. “Wow. That’s crazy. I ain’t even charge you for it yet.”

Josiah smirked, crossing his arms. “Good, ‘cause I don’t pay for weak sauce.”

Terrance’s grin widened. “Oh, so you admit you been tastin’ it?”

Josiah rolled his eyes but his lips twitched, betraying him for half a second. “Boy, you really think you sayin’ somethin’ right now.”

“Oh, I know I am,” Terrance shot back, stepping even closer, voice dropping just enough to stir something dangerous in Josiah’s chest. “You still standin’ here, ain’t you?”

Josiah pursed his lips, like he wanted to be mad but couldn’t be. “Ain’t nobody checkin’ for you like that.”

Terrance raised an eyebrow. “That right? Then why your arms crossed like you tryna hold your heart back?”

Josiah immediately uncrossed them and let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “I don’t like you.”

Terrance grinned, voice teasing. “Mmm, I don’t believe you.”

Josiah turned his head slightly to hide the full smirk creeping onto his face. “That’s not my problem.”

“You right,” Terrance said smoothly. “Your problem is that you like me, and you don’t wanna admit it first.”

Josiah scoffed. “First of all, you just met me—”

“And?” Terrance challenged, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “You act like that mean somethin’. You ain’t never just met somebody and felt somethin’ different?”

That got him.

Because yeah. Josiah had felt something the second this man opened his mouth—but his pride? Louder.

So instead, he rolled his eyes and turned his head, pretending to scope out the rest of the party. “You real confident, huh?”

Terrance chuckled. “I mean, I could play shy if you need me to—”

Josiah waved him off. “Nah, you’d be terrible at it.”

“Wow. See, now you really know me? I ain’t even get to tell you my middle name yet.”

Josiah snorted. “Let me guess. Something basic, like James.”

Terrance made a face. “Damn. Not you tryna put me in the government name box.”

Josiah smirked, looking him up and down. “You do look like a James, though.”

Terrance shook his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “This is slander. You ain’t even tryna get to know me for real.”

Josiah picked up his drink, not even bothering to deny it. “Maybe I don’t wanna.”

Terrance’s grin widened. “Then why you still talkin’ to me?”

Josiah paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing slightly.

Damn.

He had walked right into that one.

Across the room, Cupid casually pulled out his phone and typed:

“Y’all… they really out here flirting aggressively while pretending they hate it. 💀”

He hit send, then chuckled to himself as he picked up his drink.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered, watching them from a distance. “Y’all gon’ learn today.”

Fate Ain’t Playin’ With Y’all

Fate was clowning.

The morning after the kickback, Terrance and Josiah woke up determined to forget about each other.

Josiah rolled over in bed, unlocking his phone with a sigh. He scrolled mindlessly, still half-asleep, when—boom. First thing on his timeline?

A viral Black Twitter thread.

@BlkLoveScholar: “Why is love-hating the new flirting? Y’all be at parties arguing with somebody all night just to end up in their DMs like ‘you still talkin’? 🤨😂”

The first reply hit a little too close.

@WittyMcPetty: “Dudes be like ‘I don’t even like you like that’ while maintaining intense eye contact for three hours straight.”

Josiah blinked.

Scrolled down.

And there it was.

A literal transcript of his conversation with Terrance from last night.

Some random account had overheard them and tweeted it like a joke. Now the thread had 35,000 likes and entire Black Twitter in the comments talking about:

“This is exactly why y’all be in situationships for 5 years.”
“Just date him and be free, beloved.”
“Y’all so unserious. Love be RIGHT THERE and y’all be fighting for your lives.”

Josiah threw his phone across the bed. “Oh, hell no.”

Across town, Terrance was getting played too.

He had just clocked into work at the bar, mentally prepared to do everything BUT think about Josiah. But when he went to check the night’s playlist, every single song was about him.

Bryson Tiller’s “Don’t” (Unacceptable.)
Drake’s “Find Your Love” (Now, why would this even be on here?)
Ari Lennox’s “Pressure” (…Okay, maybe that one was fair.)
Terrance frowned, flipping through the queue. He swore he didn’t make this playlist, but every song screamed “thinking about a certain somebody, huh?”

He yanked out his phone to switch it up—only for the screen to go black.

Dead. Battery.

At that exact moment, Josiah’s phone died too.

Josiah stared at his screen like it had personally betrayed him. “Now, why would the universe…”

Terrance smacked the bar top, shaking his head. “Oh, this some bullshit.”

Fate wasn’t done.

That same night, Josiah called an Uber, still annoyed from the day’s antics. The universe was way too loud right now.

He slid into the backseat, hoodie pulled low, ready to mind his business.

“Waiting on one more,” the driver said.

Fine. Whatever.

The door opened.

Josiah looked up.

And there was Terrance.

They locked eyes.

Silent.

Too much history for two people who only met 24 hours ago.

Terrance shook his head, laughing under his breath as he climbed in. “I know this ain’t happening right now.”

Josiah exhaled through his nose. “Man, let’s just get to where we goin’.”

The driver looked at them through the rearview. “Oh, y’all know each other?”

Josiah and Terrance, in perfect unison:
“No.”

Josiah wasn’t pressed.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he smirked at his phone, reading Terrance’s text.

Terrance: “Don’t think too hard about this, but you tryna grab food?”

Josiah tapped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought—even though his stomach was already saying yes.

Josiah: “I mean, I gotta eat.”

And just like that, they started hanging out.

The problem?

It wasn’t just grabbing food.

Everything felt too comfortable, too familiar. Like they had been doing this for years.

But instead of admitting it, they just… kept playing their game.

Terrance, 11:47 PM: “Aight, I ain’t saying I miss you, but…”
Josiah, 12:03 AM: “But what? You needed a thesaurus?”
Terrance, 12:07 AM: “Damn, why you always gotta be difficult?”
Josiah, 12:10 AM: “Would you like a numbered list?”

They started fake-arguing about who texted first.

“Oh, so you responded quick. That’s cute,” Josiah smirked.

“Man, shut up. You had read receipts on. I KNOW you saw my text first.”

“That’s crazy, ‘cause my phone actually glitched, so.”

“Yo, you are the worst liar I ever met.”

The first time they hung out? Just food.

The next time? A movie.

Then suddenly? Terrance’s hand was resting on Josiah’s knee like they’d been doing this forever.

And now? Josiah was noticing the way Terrance laughed at his dumb jokes.

Now? Terrance was paying attention to how Josiah always ordered two extra sauces—just in case.

They both felt the shift.

Neither was ready to say it.

But fate was sitting back like, “Y’all can fight it all you want. But it’s already done.”

The “We Outside” Experiment (That Flops)

Josiah and Terrance weren’t pressed.

At least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.

Even after the late-night texts.
Even after the so-called casual dates that were starting to feel a little too much like real ones.
Even after Terrance caught himself scrolling through Josiah’s Instagram, smiling like a fool.

Nah.
They weren’t caught up.
Nope. Absolutely not.

So, to prove the universe wrong, they both decided it was time to “see other people.”

The universe?
Immediately said, “Bet.”

Josiah was the first to set up a date.

He matched with some guy off a dating app, someone who seemed chill, handsome, and most importantly—not Terrance.

Everything was cool until they met at the restaurant, and Josiah’s date opened his mouth.

“So, funny thing,” the guy said, sipping his drink with a grin. “I used to talk to this dude a while back—Terrance Knowles?”

Josiah’s whole face froze. “…Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you know him? Smooth talker, pretty smile, always got cologne on like he’s in a damn commercial?”

Josiah leaned back in his chair. Of all the people in this damn city…

His date went on for a full twenty minutes about Terrance. Messy, long-winded, oversharing.

“I mean, I lowkey think he was in love with me, but you know how dudes be playing—”

Josiah rubbed his temples. “Bro, I am literally on a date with you. Why are we talking about him?”

The dude blinked. “Oh. My bad. So how you know Terrance?”

Josiah picked up his drink and downed half of it in one go. “I don’t.”

Meanwhile, Terrance was also suffering.

He had agreed to drinks with some guy his homeboy vouched for.

From the moment they sat down, Terrance knew this was a terrible idea.

The dude was nice enough but… so painfully negative that Terrance felt like he was losing brain cells just sitting there.

From the moment they sat down, Terrance could feel the bad energy radiating off him. It wasn’t just that he was boring—he was draining.

“So, yeah,” his date droned on, staring at the menu like it held the secrets of the universe. “I work in finance. It’s whatever, I guess. Kinda repetitive, but, you know, gotta make money.”

Terrance nodded, sipping his drink, already mentally checking out.

“But my manager?” The guy huffed, setting his menu down like he was about to deliver a TED Talk on workplace oppression. “Man, I cannot stand that dude. He always on my ass about being ‘on time’ like I don’t already give them forty hours of my life every week. Talking about some ‘accountability’ and ‘meeting deadlines’—like bro, be fuckin’ forreal.”

Terrance blinked. “…Ain’t that like… your actual job?”

The guy ignored him, now fully in his anti-capitalist bag. “And don’t even get me started on performance reviews. Grown-ass men tryna tell me I need to ‘show initiative’? I showed up, ain’t I?”

Terrance pressed his lips together. This was tragic.

“Damn, that’s crazy,” he muttered, barely listening. He picked up his phone just for a quick check—just to escape for a second—

And before he could stop himself, he texted Josiah.

Terrance: “Man, I’m suffering.”

A response came almost instantly.

Josiah: “Oh? But I thought you wasn’t caught up.”

Terrance clenched his jaw, fighting back a grin.

Terrance: “This dude is ranting about how being on time to work is oppression. Send help.”
Josiah: “LMAO. Nah, sit in it. That’s what you get.”

Terrance bit his lip, trying to hold in his laughter. His date looked up, confused.

“What’s funny?”

Terrance coughed. “Uh—nothing. Just, um. Something my homeboy said.”

Checked his watch. Fifteen minutes in.
Already plotting his escape.

This We Outside experiment?

Failed.

Cupid watched from a distance, shaking his head.

He had let them play themselves long enough.

Time to apply pressure.

Still disguised as just another fine, unbothered onlooker, Cupid found Josiah first.

Josiah had just stepped out of the restaurant, jaw tight, still reeling from that disaster of a date.

“Rough night?”

He turned to see the prettyboy from the party, leaned up against the wall, sipping his drink like he had all the time in the world.

Josiah exhaled through his nose. “Man, you have no idea.”

Cupid took a slow sip. “Nah, I do, actually. ‘Cause I just watched you suffer through that date like it was a hostage situation.”

Josiah side-eyed him. “You spying on me now?”

Cupid shrugged. “Don’t have to. That ‘check please’ energy was radiating off you in waves.”

Josiah exhaled, shaking his head. “It was bad, bro. Like, I was literally counting ceiling tiles at one point.”

Cupid chuckled. “That’s crazy, ‘cause somebody been blowing up your phone all night, and I bet it ain’t your date.”

Josiah went still.

Cupid raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ain’t it funny how the one person you ain’t on a date with is the only one you actually wanna talk to?”

Josiah glanced at him, eyes narrowing. “What point am I proving?”

Cupid tilted his head. “That you don’t got feelings. That you not thinking about him right now. That you wasn’t two seconds away from texting him ‘this is ghetto, save me.’”

Josiah sucked his teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You real nosy for somebody I don’t even know.”

Cupid ignored the deflection. “You ever notice how every time you go out with somebody else, it don’t hit? That no matter who you pick, it never feels right?”

Josiah rubbed his temple. “Man, I don’t—”

Cupid cut him off with a knowing look. “You do. You just scared to admit it.”

Josiah sucked his teeth, looking away. “I just—it’s not that simple.”

Cupid stepped closer, voice smooth. “You right. It’s easier. You just makin’ it complicated.”

Josiah turned back, jaw tight, but Cupid was already smirking like he’d won.

“Anyway,” Cupid said, stretching like he had all the time in the world. “Go ‘head and text him back. You know you want to.”

And then, just like that, he was gone.

Josiah stood there, hands in his pockets, phone burning in his hand.

Somebody Finally Folds

The storm outside wasn’t letting up.

Josiah stood at the window, arms crossed, watching the rain slam against the pavement, irritated.

Not at the storm.

Not at the fact that his phone was conveniently dead, making it impossible to call a ride.

Not even at the fact that he was stuck at Terrance’s place because of it.

No, he was irritated because Terrance was looking at him like he already won.

“Ain’t my fault the universe keeps throwin’ you in my lap,” Terrance said, stretched out on the couch like this was just a casual Tuesday.

Josiah turned, unimpressed. “You the type to think a red light means the world wants you to be late.”

Terrance smirked. “I mean, if I was meant to be on time, I woulda been. That’s just facts.”

Josiah rolled his eyes. “You so full of yourself.”

“Nah,” Terrance said smoothly. “I just know when somethin’ is meant.”

The weight in his voice made Josiah’s stomach flip.

He ignored it. Or tried to.

Instead, he sat on the opposite side of the couch, body stiff, refusing to acknowledge how Terrance smelled stupid good, like vanilla and cedarwood and bad decisions.

Silence stretched between them. Not awkward, not tense—just thick.

Finally, Josiah let out a slow breath. “You ever met somebody and just… felt somethin’ different?”

Terrance’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. “Yeah. But I wasn’t tryna admit it first.”

Josiah licked his lips, pulse pounding.

He wasn’t even sure who moved first.

One second, they were just sitting there.

The next?

They weren’t.

Josiah wasn’t sure if it was the storm, the warmth, or the weight of everything unsaid—but the second Terrance’s lips touched his, nothing else mattered.

The rain pounded against the window, drowning out the world, but Josiah barely heard it. The only thing filling his ears was the slow, shaky inhale Terrance took as their lips met, like even he hadn’t expected it to happen this fast.

It started soft.

Gentle, almost hesitant.

But hesitation didn’t last long.

Terrance tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and heat bloomed in Josiah’s chest, then spread—fast, relentless, all-consuming.

Terrance tasted like honey and whiskey, sweet with a burn underneath. His lips were warm, firm, demanding, moving slow at first, teasing like he was waiting to see if Josiah would pull away.

Josiah didn’t.

Instead, he grabbed Terrance’s hoodie, tugging him closer, the fabric twisting in his fingers as he let the moment take him.

The groan Terrance let out against his lips—low, guttural, completely wrecked—sent a shock straight down Josiah’s spine.

Then, suddenly, it wasn’t slow anymore.

It was gripping, pulling, bodies pressing, heat rising between them like the damn storm outside.

Josiah wasn’t even thinking—he just knew he needed more.

More of Terrance’s hands, sliding up his sides, gripping his waist like he was something to be held onto.
More of his breath, heavy, uneven, hot against Josiah’s skin as their lips parted just long enough to gasp.
More of the frantic way their bodies locked together, moving like they had been waiting on this all along.

Josiah’s back hit the couch, Terrance above him now, caging him in, body heat sinking into his skin.

His pulse thundered. His breathing turned shallow.

Terrance hovered, dark eyes locked on his, lips parted, flushed from kissing him senseless.

“You still actin’ like this ain’t real?” Terrance murmured, voice low and rough.

Josiah’s fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, his own voice thick. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Terrance did.

Hard.

And nothing else mattered.

The kisses slowed, turning from frantic to deliberate, from rushed to languid.

Josiah let himself get lost in the rhythm, his head spinning, his body aching with the need for more.

He knew he shouldn’t.

This was reckless, foolish.

But he couldn’t stop himself.

His hands slipped beneath Terrance’s hoodie, tracing the firm lines of his stomach, his chest, his shoulders.

Terrance’s breathing stuttered, the muscles beneath his fingertips flexing with each touch.

Then, suddenly, he wasn’t just hovering anymore.

Terrance pressed down, the full weight of him bearing down on Josiah.

Their hips met, and the heat that had been simmering below the surface exploded.

Josiah gasped, his body arching, their erections pressing together, and the world around them seemed to stop.

Josiah could hardly breathe, let alone think.

His head was spinning, his pulse thundering in his ears.

All he could focus on was Terrance’s tongue, hot and insistent against his, and the friction of their bodies grinding together.

Terrance’s hand found his, fingers lacing together, the grip tight, almost desperate.

“Fuck,” Terrance growled against his lips, voice raw. “I need—”

“I know,” Josiah breathed, his body aching with the need for release.

“Please,” Terrance begged. “Can I—”

Josiah couldn’t find the words to respond.

Instead, he let his actions do the talking, his hands slipping down, tugging at the zipper of Terrance’s pants.

Terrance let out a shuddering breath, the sound sending a wave of desire through Josiah.

His fingers fumbled, shaking, as he pushed Terrance’s pants and boxers down, exposing the long, thick length of him.

Josiah’s heart stopped, his eyes going wide.

Terrance was even bigger than he thought.

Josiah couldn’t tear his eyes away, his own dick throbbing as he imagined what it would feel like to have him inside.

He licked his lips, his mouth dry.

Terrance shuddered, a broken, desperate noise escaping him.

“Fuck, man,” Terrance groaned, his voice tight. “Don’t tease me.”

Josiah glanced up, meeting Terrance’s gaze.

He was watching Josiah with a burning intensity, his cheeks flushed, his hair wild.

The look in his eyes was enough to make Josiah forget how to breathe.

Slowly, deliberately, Josiah reached for him.

The second his fingers wrapped around the base, Terrance’s entire body jerked.

Josiah bit back a smile, a rush of satisfaction washing over him.

Then, he leaned in, taking the head into his mouth.

Terrance was hard, velvety smooth against his tongue, the taste of him sending a rush of heat through Josiah’s veins.

Josiah let himself indulge in the moment, savoring the salty, musky taste of him.

Then, slowly, he took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until the head of Terrance’s dick hit the back of his throat.

Terrance swore, his hips bucking involuntarily, the movement making Josiah gag.

“Shit,” Terrance panted, voice strangled. “I’m sorry, fuck, I—”

Josiah didn’t even care.

He wanted more.

He took him as deep as he could, bobbing his head, sucking him like his life depended on it.

“Fuck,” Terrance gasped, his fingers digging into Josiah’s shoulders. “That’s so good, baby, so fuckin’ good—”

Josiah’s eyes fluttered shut, his own dick twitching at the praise.

Terrance was thick, heavy, filling his mouth, and he couldn’t get enough.

Terrance slid from his mouth with a pop, then rolled onto his side.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of Josiah’s mouth, then another, trailing lower, lips brushing his jaw, his throat, his collarbone.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he murmured against Josiah’s skin, his breath hot.

Josiah couldn’t bring himself to say no.

So, instead, he nodded, his voice shaky. “Please.”

Terrance pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his eyes burning.

Then, he tugged at Josiah’s pants, pulling them down, revealing the thick, aching length of him.

Josiah was fully exposed now, and the hunger in Terrance’s eyes made his head spin.

He was about to speak, to tell him to hurry, to beg for his mouth—

But before he could, Terrance shifted, moving lower, his breath ghosting against Josiah’s skin.

And then, suddenly, his mouth was on him.

Josiah couldn’t contain the strangled moan that tore from his throat.

Terrance’s tongue swirled around the head, teasing, his hands gripping Josiah’s hips, holding him steady.

“Please,” Josiah panted, his voice barely a whisper.

Terrance chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Josiah’s spine.

Then, slowly, he took Josiah in, inch by agonizing inch.

Josiah’s eyes rolled back, pleasure crashing over him, and he could barely breathe.

He knew he should stay still, to try and let Terrance set the pace.

But it felt too good, and his hips bucked, forcing Terrance to take more of him, until the head of his dick hit the back of his throat.

“God,” Terrance gasped, pulling back. “You’re so fuckin’ big, baby.”

Josiah didn’t know why, but the praise made his face flush.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I just—”

Terrance shook his head, his expression smug. “Nah, you don’t gotta apologize. I like it.”

Josiah didn’t have a chance to respond before Terrance’s mouth was on him again.

He was less careful this time, sucking harder, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping at the precum dripping from the slit.

Josiah was seeing stars.

It had been too long since anyone had touched him, and the feeling of Terrance’s hot, wet mouth was almost too much to bear.

“Please,” Josiah begged, his voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

Terrance hummed, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

He took him deeper, then deeper still, until the head of Josiah’s dick was buried in his throat.

Josiah gripped the couch, his whole body trembling.

“Can I fuck you?” Terrance asked, his voice thick.

Josiah hesitated, his heart pounding.

The truth was, he wanted it.

He wanted it so bad, his entire body ached for it.

But there was something terrifying about letting Terrance take him like that, about being completely vulnerable.

“I’m clean,” Terrance said softly. “I’ll pull out.”

Josiah bit his lip, his stomach fluttering.

He should have said no.

But he couldn’t.

He needed to feel Terrance inside him.

“Okay,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

Terrance sat up, leaning over, kissing him deeply.

His mouth tasted salty, musky, and Josiah couldn’t help but moan against his lips.

“You sure?” Terrance murmured, pulling back just enough to search his eyes.

Josiah nodded. “Yes.”

Terrance smiled, the expression soft, tender.

Then, he kissed him again.

Josiah’s heart was racing, his entire body on fire.

It had been a long time since he’d done anything like this, and he could barely remember what it was like to be with a man.

But the way Terrance was kissing him, touching him, holding him—it felt right.

Like he was meant for this, for him.

“Turn around,” Terrance murmured, nipping his bottom lip. “Gonna open you up, right quick.”

Josiah swallowed, his throat tight.

Slowly, he did as he was told, shifting so he was on his knees, his back to Terrance.

“There you go,” Terrance said, his voice low, almost a purr.

Josiah shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin.

Then, Terrance’s fingers were between his legs, gently pressing against his hole.

“Relax,” he murmured, the tip of his finger circling, teasing.

Josiah’s breath hitched.

Terrance kissed his neck, his shoulder, his free hand splayed across Josiah’s belly, holding him steady.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Terrance said, the words barely a whisper.

He pressed a finger in, and Josiah’s entire body clenched.

“Shhh,” Terrance soothed, his lips brushing Josiah’s ear. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

Josiah’s head spun, his chest heaving, and he forced himself to inhale.

“Just like that,” Terrance said, praising him again.

The words sent a shiver down his spine.

Terrance added another finger, slowly, carefully stretching him.

It hurt, but in a good way, and Josiah was lost in the sensation.

He rocked his hips, trying to take him deeper, his body aching for more.

Terrance laughed, the sound warm, his voice thick.

“You like that, baby?”

Josiah nodded, his face burning.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes,” Josiah breathed, his body practically vibrating. “Please, yes.”

Terrance’s hand slipped lower, wrapping around Josiah’s erection.

He pumped his fist, slow, torturous, teasing.

Josiah whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut.

Then, suddenly, the warmth was gone.

Terrance’s hands moved lower, his fingertips digging into Josiah’s hips.

There was a pause, and then, the head of Terrance’s dick pressed against his ass.

Josiah’s breath caught, his pulse pounding in his ears.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak, to move, to even breathe.

All he could do was feel.

Feel Terrance’s hands on his hips, guiding him.

Feel the head of his dick, slick with precum, pressing against his ass.

Feel his lips, warm and insistent, against the back of his neck.

“You sure?” Terrance asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Josiah nodded, his own voice strained. “Yes.”

Terrance kissed him, slow, deep, hungry.

Then, slowly, he pushed inside.

Josiah moaned against his lips, his body clenching, the feeling overwhelming.

Terrance was huge, stretching him open, filling him up.

“You feel so good,” Terrance murmured, his voice raw.

“So do you,” Josiah breathed.

Terrance groaned, sinking deeper, his dick buried to the hilt.

“Please,” Josiah choked, his entire body trembling. “Move, please, just—”

“I got you,” Terrance whispered.

Then, he began to thrust.

Josiah cried out, the sound tearing from his throat.

Terrance felt so good, so deep, so perfect, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

“Please,” Josiah begged, his voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop, don’t—”

“I won’t,” Terrance promised, his voice husky.

He fucked him faster, deeper, the head of his dick rubbing against Josiah’s prostate with each thrust.

It was too much.

Too much sensation, too much pleasure, too much.

“Fuck,” Terrance groaned, his hands gripping Josiah’s hips, slamming him down harder, faster.

“I’m close,” Josiah panted, his voice shaky.

“Me too, baby,” Terrance said, the words ragged.

He leaned over, kissing Josiah’s neck, his teeth grazing the skin.

“Come for me,” Terrance whispered, his voice thick. “Come for me, baby, come on—”

Josiah cried out, his whole body tensing.

Pleasure flooded his senses, overwhelming him, and his dick twitched, spilling over Terrance’s hand.

Terrance’s lips found his, kissing him deep and slow and hot, his own release washing over him.

When it was over, they collapsed onto the couch, bodies spent, breathing hard.

Josiah lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to process the fact that he had lost.

Lost the game.

Lost the denial.

Lost any chance of acting like this was just some casual thing.

Terrance smirked at him, reading his mind. “Ain’t no ‘losing’ in this, baby. You just finally stopped playin’.”

Josiah sighed. “Man, shut up.”

Terrance laughed, pulling him closer. “You still fightin’? That’s cute.”

Josiah huffed, but he didn’t pull away.

Across town, Cupid dapped himself up, grinning at his reflection like ‘Mission Accomplished.’

“Finally.”

Black Love Wins (And Cupid Stays Petty)

The world had slowed down.

No more games. No more pretending. No more fighting what had been obvious from the very beginning.

Josiah and Terrance were together, and it felt stupidly easy now.

They moved in sync without thinking—waking up tangled in each other’s limbs, cooking together in the kitchen, arguing about movie choices, stealing kisses just because they could.

The energy had shifted.

They had spent so much time acting like they didn’t care, like they weren’t already caught up. And now?

Now Josiah reached for Terrance first.
Now Terrance admitted he was down bad without hesitation.
Now their love felt effortless.

And that’s exactly why Josiah was suspicious.

The day was too normal.

Which meant Terrance was up to something.

Not a single slick comment about Valentine’s Day. No over-the-top flirting, no “we should do something” hints. Nothing.

Which was exactly why Josiah was on guard.

He wasn’t the romantic type. He didn’t care about roses or chocolate or all that corny Valentine’s Day nonsense.

(That’s what he told himself, anyway.)

So when he walked into Terrance’s apartment that evening and saw the set-up, he nearly turned right around.

Candles.
Soft music.
Takeout from his favorite spot—the one Terrance always said was “too far” to pick up from but apparently had no problem driving to today.

Josiah stopped in the doorway, blinking. “Oh, so you tryna be romantic?”

Terrance, standing in the kitchen, grinned. “I am romantic. You just a hater.”

Josiah huffed, stepping in and shrugging off his jacket. “That’s crazy, ‘cause I don’t remember askin’ for all this.”

Terrance smirked, setting out the food. “Yeah, well, I remember you pretending you don’t like nice shit. So, here we are.”

Josiah rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through his chest.

He sat down, watching as Terrance poured them both drinks like this was just casual. Like he hadn’t just soft-launched their first Valentine’s Day together without even asking.

Josiah shook his head. “You real smooth, huh?”

Terrance handed him a glass, smiling. “You still here, ain’t you?”

Josiah sucked his teeth. “Whatever, man.”

He took a sip.

The food was hot. The vibe was immaculate. The company was perfect.

Yeah.

Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad.

Josiah stretched his legs across Terrance’s lap, both of them scrolling their phones in that easy, comfortable silence that only existed when you had nothing to prove.

“You folded first,” Josiah muttered, not looking up from his screen.

Terrance’s head snapped toward him, offended. “Man, what?”

Josiah smirked, scrolling. “You heard me.”

“That’s crazy, ‘cause if I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one looking all starry-eyed across the room at that kickback.”

Josiah rolled his eyes. “You delusional.”

Terrance scoffed, shifting underneath him, clearly not letting this go. “Nah, let’s talk about it. You the one that—”

His phone buzzed, cutting him off.

A message from an unknown number.

“Do y’all even KNOW how much divine intervention it took to get y’all together? Y’all should be paying me. Next time, don’t play in my face. If I set it up, just GO WITH IT. TF.”

Terrance frowned. “The hell?”

Josiah glanced over. “What?”

Terrance showed him the text.

Josiah blinked.

Paused.

Then narrowed his eyes.

“You ever actually figure out who that one dude from the party was?”

Terrance opened his mouth—then closed it.

A beat of silence.

Then, at the same time, they both looked around the apartment like Cupid might just be watching them right now.

Terrance’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell nah.”

Josiah shut his phone off immediately. “Nope. Nope. We not about to think too hard about that.”