A love story that started a legend pt 1
I was about to take a nap before writing this so like I’m pretty tired but crazy miscs come first
Bradford Whitehall, was a loyal man. If there was one thing and one thing alone you could praise him for being, is loyal. He was loyal to wearing only one pair of underwear a week, loyal to cheating on his projects because man them little shts be extra hard, loyal to beating his meat and loyal to his one true love; Vincenzo. Ever since the day they met, Bradford knew Vincenzo was the one for him, they met in Wyndham, on a rainy day, orientation was happening and Vincenzo stood in a corner, looking all dark and mysterious–giving that sexy Edward Cullen vibes and the only thing bradford could think was, ‘man his aura is fire’ he knew he had to befriend Vinnie, so he walked up to him, greeted him, only to get punched for trying to touch him. But Bradford was not mad at the punch, he was not mad because that was the best punch he had ever seen ever, and it was done to him, done to him by a handsome man with sure a kind of flat ass, but from his dick print, Bradford knew that thing was big, juicy and could make him unable to walk for days.
Not that he had ever taken another’s man dick in his booty hole, heck he didn’t even know if he did booty hole business like that, but for Vincenzo? Yeah he was going to let him stick his tree @ss natalie nunn length **** ****** *** **** ********* but sigh he would have to seduce him first, but he didn’t know how. He’s dawg, Chadford said maybe he should start wearing sexier underwear, and start putting on the same cologne that the headmaster has because rumor has it that Vincenzo and the headmaster are smashing, and all Bradford could say to Chad was, “Man, you always have the best idea!” and though why he still wore the same one underwear each week, he made sure it was sexy. Like sometimes he will were a thong, under times girly lingerie (to show his alpha he was ready) and other times transparent box briefs, he needed daddy to know he was ready.
“Chad you think he will notice me in this?” Today Bradford was dressed as the headmaster, wearing the same cologne that Headmaster Adrian wore, he had just finished beating Dom for the 5th time after Vinnie asked him to do it because they needed to keep ‘Dominic in life, because he was disrespecting the authority of the pack’ blah blah whatever that meant, sigh Vincenzo is lucky he has a pretty head.
“Yeah, bro! Shit i’d smash you if he doesn’t want to smash.”
“Really bro?”
“Fr dude” Tears sprung out of Bradford eyes at this, as he hugged his best bro.
“You the realest bro I know” Bradford cried.
“Ew bro that’s gay,” Chadford smiled- through the hug, and then, “You swear?”
“On my momma’s hairy chest.” Bradford swore.
“That’s the spirit, now go get your man, make sure to wear condoms too!”
But all Bradford did was smile, his chin raised high he was ready to get his man. As he walked to Vincenzo’s dorm room, he was stopped, well more like pushed into a wall by someone.
He blinked, disoriented, and looked up to see Dominic’s face inches from his own, eyes narrowed and intense. There was a flicker of something unreadable in Dom’s gaze, something that Bradford had never quite been able to place. But whatever it was, it had him on edge.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Dom’s voice was low, a touch dangerous, and Bradford’s heart skipped. It was as if Dom could see straight through the cologne, the outfit, the act—right into the whirlwind of feelings he was desperately trying to ignore.
“Uh…Vinnie’s dorm,” Bradford managed, trying to sound casual, but his voice wavered.
Dom’s jaw tightened. “Figures. You’d do anything for his approval, huh?” There was a bitterness there, like an old wound reopening, and Bradford felt a pang of guilt, realizing how much he might have been pushing Dom away lately. Yet he couldn’t ignore his other crush either. He was caught in a hopeless cycle.
Bradford swallowed, leaning back against the wall, feeling the tension in the air. “What’s it to you?”
Dom’s expression hardened, but for a split second, his guard dropped, and a flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. “It’s everything to me, Brad.” The words came out barely above a whisper, but they hit Bradford harder than any punch.
They stayed like that for a moment, silent in the dark corridor, the tension crackling between them.
Bradford felt a flush creep up his neck. For once, Dom’s sarcasm and indifference were gone, leaving him exposed in a way that Bradford wasn’t prepared for. His mind raced, trying to find the right words, but Dom took a step back, looking away, jaw clenched tightly.
“What do you mean, ‘everything’?” Bradford’s voice was barely more than a whisper. For the first time, he felt vulnerable, like all the bravado and posturing had peeled away, leaving him raw. All the teasing and fighting—had it been something else all along?
Dom looked back at him, and Bradford could see the struggle in his eyes, the anger mixed with something much softer. “It means…” Dom started, then stopped, visibly swallowing his pride. “It means that I’m tired of watching you run after people who don’t see you the way I do.”
Bradford’s heart raced. He wanted to crack a joke, brush it off, but he couldn’t. Not this time. “Dom…” he began, his voice soft, unsure.
Dom held up a hand, stopping him. “Just… listen, okay? I know I’m not Enzo. I’m not some insane balding psychopath who beats people up for fun. But I thought maybe… maybe I was enough for you.” His voice cracked, and Bradford’s heart broke a little at the sight of Dom, usually so confident, so closed off, finally letting him in.
But Dom, I…” Bradford fumbled, suddenly aware of all the hurt he might have caused, all the ways he’d been blind to what was right in front of him. “I didn’t know you felt… that way.”
Dom huffed a bitter laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, well, you were too busy playing dress-up for other people to notice.”
They stood in silence for a beat, the air thick with all the unspoken words between them. Finally, Bradford took a shaky breath. “Maybe… maybe I don’t have to keep chasing after people who don’t care. Maybe I should try looking at what’s right here, right in front of me.”
Dom’s eyes softened, his usual scowl slipping away as he took a tentative step closer. “Are you serious?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Bradford nodded, the weight of his words settling over them both. “Yeah. I think I am.”
Just as Bradford and Dom found themselves wrapped in the fragile honesty of the moment, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Bradford looked up, his heart dropping when he saw Vincenzo swaggering toward them, carrying Oggy in his arms. Oggy looked peaceful, head resting against Vincenzo’s shoulder, his arms draped around Vinnie as if he were the only safe place in the world. Vincenzo’s face was soft, an expression of tender pride that Bradford had never seen before.
Bradford’s heart clenched, jealousy flaring up like a spark in dry tinder. For all his bold words about focusing on what was in front of him, the sight of Vincenzo and Oggy hit him harder than he expected. It wasn’t that he wanted Vincenzo, exactly—but seeing Vinnie with Oggy made him long for something like that, something he wasn’t sure he’d ever had.
Dom seemed to sense the shift in Bradford’s gaze and followed his line of sight. His face tightened, his jaw setting in a hard line as he watched Vincenzo and Oggy, too. It was as if the fragile connection he and Bradford had just forged was already fraying, pulled thin by old feelings and unspoken rivalries.
Vincenzo, oblivious to the tension between Dom and Bradford, gave them a grin as he approached. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the lovebirds,” he smirked, adjusting Oggy slightly in his arms, “but this guy’s had a long night.”
Bradford forced a smile, but his eyes betrayed him, lingering on the way Oggy curled closer to Vincenzo’s chest, how safe and content he looked. It was something Bradford wasn’t sure he’d ever had—and seeing it so close, so tangible, felt like salt on an open wound.
next part coming up soon
tags
@Caticorn
@raviola
@idiot.exe
@all of you