Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]-Chapter 33: Be my guest

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Be my guest
Lance breathed out, he knew very well Ansel was here because he blocked him.
He’d be in trouble if he didn’t handle it here.
"Mr. Lowell, what brings you here, it’s kinda late.."
Ansel took a step forward, and Lance instinctively took one back.
"You know, for a scared little kitten...you sure are gutsy. Do you know the things you do in the moment of anger may sometimes come back to bite you in the ass?"
"..."
Lance avoided Ansel’s gaze, it was definitely about him blocking him.
"I—i...I’m sorry. I know I don’t have the right to block you but you were being too insensitive. I know I’m not worth much, but I’m not a cheater, we’re not exactly dating but I won’t look at another man during these three months. I’ve already signed the contract and also reassured you verbally. What other reassurance do you need?"
Ansel took another step and Lance took on back.
Though he couldn’t exactly keep his mouth shut and was still voicing out his opinions, he was still afraid of Ansel and one day this man may just stop tolerating him.
"Why are you running? Scared I’ll beat you up? Manhandle you? Assault you?"
He walked past Lance and sat on the couch, rest his legs on the coffee table without taking his shoes off.
"Hey! Don’t place your shoes on the table, don’t you have any manners. Is this how you behave in your home?"
-_-
Ansel barely gave Lance a side glance.
"Don’t talk to me about manners. You blocked me.." he leaned back on the couch, although his tone was cold.
He didn’t exactly show any signs of doing anything else, rather than sit and talk.
"I said I’m sorry about that. I forgot it was you I was talking to for a moment.."
Lance scratched his hand, Henry would have probably appeared just like Henry did but the outcome would have been different.
He could control Henry but Ansel was completely out of his hands.
"You forgot for a second? Ah, well let me tell you this. Try this little stunt again and I’ll break your legs. If you think I’m joking, try me."
"..."
Lance sighed, Ansel definitely wasn’t joking and he definitely wouldn’t block him again and he was sure not replying wasn’t also an option.
"I understand. I won’t do it again. Now, can you leave my house? I’d like to go bed..."
Ansel smiled, the kind that made Lance shivered.
He watched Ansel stand up and walk in the direction of the bedroom.
Again! How did he know the layout of his apartment?
"Hey! Where are you going to?"
-_-
Ansel stopped. "Is it not obvious? I’m going to take a nap and then I’ll leave.."
".."
Why the hell would ANSEL want to sleep in his house.
Before he could even finish thinking.
Ansel had already taken off his, shoes and coat.
That was Lance realized, Ansel was wearing pajamas, the really expensive kind that if you wore it outside, it’d pass as normal clothing.
Ansel didn’t bother looking back at Lance as he entered the bedroom, moving through the space like it belonged to him.
Lance followed a few steps behind, tense, every instinct screaming that this was a terrible idea.
Ansel sat on the edge of the bed first, then leaned back fully, stretching out with infuriating ease.
One arm went behind his head, the other resting loosely at his side. He glanced around once, then his eyes flicked to the phone on wireless charger.
And then to Lance.
"Get on the bed."
-_-
Lance’s jaw tightened.
"I’ll sleep on the couch. You can enjoy the bed.."
Ansel’s gaze didn’t change. Not even a flicker.
"If you want to get fucked on the couch till you pass out.." he said calmly..."be my guest."
Lance’s blood ran cold.
He swallowed, his shoulders slumping just a fraction.
"...Fine."
He moved stiffly to the bed, careful with every step, and lay down on the far edge, keeping as much distance as possible between them.
Ansel didn’t react.
Didn’t shift.
Didn’t make space for him.
One arm remained stretched across the pillow, unmoving, deliberately occupying the space Lance needed.
Lance hesitated, then slowly lowered his head onto Ansel’s arm, his muscles tight like he expected to be shoved away at any second.
Nothing happened.
Instead, Ansel’s arm adjusted, just enough to pull him closer.
Lance froze.
Then, without warning, he found himself pressed face-first against Ansel’s chest.
He tried to move back, but the arm around him tightened.
"Don’t.." Ansel said quietly.
Lance stopped protesting.
He was so close to Ansel, he could hear his heartbeat now.
Slow, steady rhythm that calmed him down.
Ansel smelled clean, something expensive and subtle—not overpowering. Controlled. Like everything else about him.
So this man actually had a heart beneath that cold exterior.
The thought surprised him more than it should have.
His body was exhausted. Emotionally, physically, everything from the day crashed down on him all at once.
The warmth, the steady rise and fall of Ansel’s chest, the strange sense of being held whether he wanted it or not...
Lance’s breathing evened out before he realized it.
And just like that—
He fell asleep.
Ansel didn’t move for a long time.
He stared down at Lance’s face, relaxed in sleep, lashes resting against bruised skin, fingers curled faintly into his shirt like his body had decided on safety without asking permission.
He had come here with plans.
Many of them.
None of which he carried out.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"...Idiot.." he muttered to himself. There was something about Lance that made him different from his previous partners.
Lance seemed to have a hold over him.
And he didn’t like the idea of that.
Ansel eventually closed his eyes. He liked the way Lance fitted into his arms
Like he was made just for him.
"Sleep well. Because tomorrow....my entire dick will be down your throat and I’m not leaving until you’re wasted.."