From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir’s Grand Scheme(BL)

Micah lay stiffly on the mattress, the blanket pulled halfway up his chest. His eyes slid toward Clyde, careful, cautious, watching him through his lashes. The man hadn't moved for a while. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each breath slow and calm, his eyes shut as though he were already asleep.

Micah didn't know why he felt frustrated. His body was restless. His thoughts were worse. He wanted Clyde to reach out, to touch him, to pull him close the way he had before. Yet at the same time, the thought of Clyde actually doing that made him panic. What if Clyde noticed? What if he realised what was going through Micah's head? That he was just some nineteen-year-old boy whose mind was consumed with shallow physical thoughts, unable to control himself? Like he was some animal in heat or something. Until now, he had already shown Clyde how immature he was. If he noticed this… wouldn't he think he didn't want a serious relationship? Just superficial physical intimacy?

Micah remembered all the reckless things he had done around Clyde. From stripping down and diving into that small pond at that condo, to teasing Clyde in the car, to that stupid stunt at the Du Pont mansion. One after another, moments that now painted him as immature and unserious. Didn't they make it look like he only wanted to get laid?

And now… if Clyde realised he had lost control just by seeing his naked body… oh god. He would be really disappointed in him. Wouldn't he?

He never once caught the man reacting to him. Even when he slept beside him all through the night.

Shit! Why was Clyde's self-control so absolute? His restraint was no joke.

Or maybe he was not that charming and irresistible after all?

Micah let out a depressed sigh and rolled slightly to the side. His heart thudded, restless and unsatisfied.

Clyde spoke out of the blue. "Go back, Micah. I told you, don't force yourself."

The words hit a nerve. Micah's irritation flared. He pushed himself up on one elbow. "What? You think I am a nuisance?"

Clyde exhaled slowly. His gaze softened, but his voice carried weariness. "I don't know why… but you are not comfortable being near me. So just.." Clyde stopped the moment Micah lunged at him.

"Don't run your mouth when you don't know anything!" Micah snapped, both hands grabbing the man's head, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I don't have a problem with you."

"What?" Clyde's voice was drowned.

Micah kissed him out of irritation. It wasn't graceful. It wasn't gentle. It was raw, almost forceful.

Micah felt overwhelmed. The man was too much. He was dying here from wanting him, and he was just stating nonsense.

He bit Clyde's bottom lip before pulling back just enough to growl against him. "I didn't climb a tree to hear this. I was just embarrassed, alright? Now do you get it?"

Clyde froze, the words striking him like cold water. His expression shifted from surprise to something darker. In one swift motion, he rolled, reversing their positions. Micah's back hit the mattress, his wrists pinned above his head by Clyde's larger hands.

"What did you say? Climbing a tree?" he said in anger.

Micah's heart skipped a beat. Oh shit. Clyde's tone wasn't teasing. He was genuinely angry. His eyes darted away, unable to hold Clyde's intense gaze.

Clyde gritted his teeth. "Do you really think you are a cat with nine lives? What if you had fallen? Do you have any idea what could have happened?" His voice rose, trembled with emotion. "You would have broken a leg! You hear me? Your ribs have only just healed. Why are you so careless? Have you ever thought about the people who love you?"

Micah swallowed hard, his chest tightening.

Clyde's voice cracked. "It breaks my heart when you treat your body like it's disposable. When you treat your life like it doesn't matter!"

Then, as though the anger burned itself out, Clyde leaned down and rested his head beside Micah. His breath brushed against Micah's ear as he whispered. "Please. Micah, don't do this anymore. Promise me. I can't take it if you get hurt…I don't need anything, just take care of yourself."

Micah's mouth went dry. He knew he was wrong. But wanting to be with Clyde clashed with the fear of hurting Darcy... or his grandma's feelings.

"Sorry," he mumbled under his breath.

Clyde stayed close, his head still resting near his, hiding his intense gaze. After a few seconds, he asked, "Then tell me…Why were you dodging my touch? What was embarrassing? Do you find me ugly?"

Micah shivered, his whole body trembling beneath the heat of Clyde's breath. "No…I am just.." He turned his head opposite Clyde. His face was completely red. Why did Clyde force him to say it aloud?

Clyde didn't get the answer. He lifted his head and gazed at the young man under him. Micah was breathing rapidly, eyes refusing to meet his, lips chewed raw between his teeth.

"Micah," Clyde said quietly.

Micah shifted beneath him, trying to roll to the side. Clyde thought he was trying to wiggle His way out again. His mind snapped. He pinned him more firmly, his legs clamping around Micah's to hold him down. Then he touched something stiff.

Clyde froze.

Micah's face went blood-red. His breath hitched sharply, panic flashing across his eyes. He began struggling beneath him like crazy, wanting to free himself. Mortified, he wanted to scream in shame. Please! Let the ground swallow him whole. Crap. How embarrassing was this?

"Let me go," he choked out, voice raw and shaking. "Ah… just let me..."

Clyde's expression melted. Suddenly, realisation dawned on him why the man was behaving like that. He chuckled as he relaxed his body and hugged Micah into his arms instead.

Micah's body froze. "Let me go. What are you…" He said, struggling again under him.

Clyde pressed his cheek against his hair, his embrace firm and unyielding. "Need a little help?" he whispered, teasing.

Micah felt smoke rising from his head. In his desperation, he moved his head upward and sank his teeth into Clyde's shoulder.

Clyde hissed at the bite, the sharp sting jolting through him, but instead of pulling away, he rolled to the side, taking Micah with him. He refused to let go, holding him from behind, burying his head in Micah's neck. Knowing that Micah was reacting to him made his heart blossom, feeling something he had never experienced.