Passionate Lover
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JR Ward and the Black Dagger Brotherhood, I only borrowed them to make my own story.
Chapter 1
Quinn flopped down on the matt in the gym after running his ass off for 3 hours straight. Sweat dripped off his jet black hair into his eyes and ran in rivulets down his body. His lungs were burning, like he couldn't get enough air, even as he pumped his lungs hard up and down and panted like a damn dog. Normally he could handle this, his rock hard body has been used to this ever since his transition. However, today not so much, maybe because of the fact that he hadn't had so much as a crumb to eat in the past 24 hours and he hadn't fed in two weeks. He just can't seem to function with Blay on his mind 24-7-365. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't feed. I guess the only thing he can stand is torturing his mind, body, or soul. Hell, maybe he should get into BDSM at this rate, at least maybe he could have sex. The last time he had sex was over a month ago, and his libido was not happy about that, but he didn't give a shit.
After laying on that damn matt for ten minutes torturing himself thinking about Blaylock, he got up and headed to the locker room to shower off. He stepped into the shower before it even had a chance to get warm, once again torturing himself. Maybe he should just keep it cold, it might keep him from getting hard. For some reason, every time he stepped into the shower his mind started turning over and over and of course, led him to think of Blay. Of course, that led to his cock hardening, and of he refused to bring himself any pleasure because he didn't deserve it. Not with Blay being in love with him and him always acting like he doesn't love Blay back and being an asshole to him so he would move on. The guilt was almost unbearable every time he remembered their conversations, or that amazing kiss, and how he always left afterward and turned his back on Blay. Blay is such an amazing friend and he deserves someone just like Saxton. If only Blay would see that so Quinn could get on with his life. Yeah right, like that would happen. Blay is all he thinks about, like that would change when he realizes Saxton is so perfect and high class like him and Quinn is so imperfect and low class. Torture, torture, torture. Well worth it for Blaylock. Trying his best to ignore his throbbing erection, Quinn stepped out of the shower and dried off, put on his custom made leather pants, socks, shit-kickers, and black muscle shirt and headed up to dinner. No, not to eat, just to sit there and torture himself seeing Blay and Saxton together. Maybe that will remind him why they are meant to be together and he can stop worrying about everything, and find his own mate.