Only Mine - Short Story

They’ve been apart for days, and Memphis is trying to play it cool. But when someone flirts with Theo, all bets are off. He’s done pretending, and Theo’s about to find out exactly who he belongs to.

Only Mine

Memphis

I don’t really fit in here.

Everything’s a little too polished, a little too loud. The kind of place where people come to be seen, not to connect. Not really my scene.

But Theo? He fits like he owns the damn place.

I don’t really fit in here.

Everything’s a little too polished, a little too loud. The kind of place where people who want to stand out come, that’s not my scene.

But Theo? He fits like he owns the damn place.

And tonight? He’s on fire.

He hasn’t even made it halfway to me before some guy intercepts him near the bar. Tall, trendy, the kind of guy who wears rings and makes them look intentional. He touches Theo’s arm when he says something, and Theo doesn’t pull away. Just laughs, leans in closer, and keeps talking.

My beer bottle is sweating in my grip.

I tell myself I’m not the jealous type. That Theo can talk to whoever he wants. That I’m not his boyfriend. Not officially. Not yet.

But then Theo tilts his head and smiles, that smile, and I feel it. That punch to the ribs. Sharp. Irrational. Possessive.

Because that smile?

That smile is mine.

I shift on my stool, forcing my shoulders to relax before I do something stupid, like stalk over there and ruin everyone’s night. Instead, I pretend to check my phone, even though there’s nothing on it. Nothing but our texts from earlier.

Theo: Don’t ghost me tonight, grump. Meet me at 9.

Theo:I missed your face.

Me: You always miss my face. That’s because you talk to too many people and forget what it looks like.

Theo: Ouch. That jealousy showing, babe?

I didn’t answer that one. I didn’t have to. He knows.

He doesn’t see me right away.

He’s too busy lighting up the damn room, letting that guy at the bar get a little too close. Theo laughs at something the guy says, tips his head back just enough for his throat to show. I know what that means. I’ve seen that look.

My grip tightens on the bottle again.

I tell myself it’s fine. I tell myself I don’t care. That this is just who Theo is, social, flirtatious, friendly to a fault. But the guy’s still standing too close. And Theo’s not stepping back.

I set the bottle down before I crack it in my hand.

Finally, his eyes find me.

He lights up all over again. That blinding, boyish grin aimed straight at me. Like I’m the only one in the place who matters. And for a second, I forget the last ten minutes. Forget the guy. Forget everything but the way Theo weaves through the crowd like he’s chasing me with purpose.

Theo reaches me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “You’ve been hiding back here?” he grins, sliding into the seat beside me. His arm brushes mine, and he doesn’t move it.

“I’ve been here,” I murmur, watching him. “You were just busy.”

His smile flickers. Only for a second. But I see it.

“Are you jealous?” he teases, nudging my knee under the table.

I don’t answer. I just take a slow sip of my beer and look back at the guy still standing at the bar, clearly watching us now.

Theo follows my gaze. “You mean Corey?”

“Is that his name?” I ask, still not looking at him.

“He’s in marketing,” Theo says casually. “Apparently, he likes my shirt.”

I glance at Theo. “He likes more than your shirt.”

Theo huffs a laugh and leans in close, his voice low and too damn smooth. “You know you don’t have to mark your territory, right? I already know who I’m going home with.”

“Do you?” I ask quietly.

That gets him. His smile fades into something softer, more serious. He studies me for a beat, like he’s trying to read between lines I haven’t drawn yet.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. It’s a lie, but it’s the only answer I’ve got right now.

“Come on,” he says, grabbing my arm. “Let’s get out of here.”

I don’t argue.

Not when every part of me is itching to make sure no one forgets who Theo belongs to.

……

We barely make it through Theo’s front door before I’ve got him pressed against it.

His keys hit the floor with a soft jingle, but neither of us moves to pick them up. His back hits the wood. My hands land on his waist. And his mouth is right there, parted, surprised, waiting.

“Shit,” he whispers, fingers digging into my arms. “You missed me that much?”

I stare at him, my voice rough. “You have no idea.”

Theo’s lips curve, but he doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t have to. He just grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me in like he’s been waiting all damn week for this.

I kiss him hard.

There’s nothing slow about it. Nothing sweet. It’s all pressure and teeth and frustration that’s been boiling under my skin since the second I walked into that bar and saw him smiling at someone else.

He groans into my mouth, hands sliding under my shirt, nails dragging lightly down my back. “Missed this,” he mumbles. “Missed you.”

I bite his bottom lip and pull back just enough to speak. “Then stop letting guys put their hands on you.”

His eyes snap open.

“You think I let him?” he says, voice low, rough.

“I think you didn’t stop him.”

Theo licks his lips like he’s trying to keep calm. “I’m not interested in anyone else, Memphis. You have to know that.”

“Do I?” I slide my hands to his jaw, tilting his head so he has to look at me. “Because watching someone else touch you? Laugh with you? Like he thinks he might get lucky enough to go home with you? Seeing that drove me fucking insane.”

His chest rises against mine, and I feel every inch of him. “I didn’t realize you were the possessive type.”

“Neither did I,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “But I’m not sharing you.”

Theo blinks slowly, and something shifts in his expression. Like maybe he didn’t know how badly I wanted him, until now.

“Say it again,” he breathes.

I press my forehead to his and repeat, “You’re mine.”

His breath stutters, and the look in his eyes says he felt every word. “I sure as hell am.”

I don’t give him time to say anything else.

I spin him toward the bedroom, hands already tugging at his shirt as we stumble down the hall. He laughs, breathless and off-balance, until I shove him against the wall just outside the door.

“You think I’m kidding,” I say, voice low, chest pressed to his.

Theo shakes his head, eyes dark now. “No. I think you’re finally letting me see you. The real you.”

I kiss him again, hard, filthy, with every ounce of frustration and want I’ve held back this week. He opens for me, moaning when my hand slides under his waistband and cups him through his jeans.

“Memphis…fuck—”

“Mine,” I growl against his throat. “Say it.”

He arches against me, grinding shamelessly. “Yours.”

I squeeze, just enough to make him gasp. “Again.”

“Yours,” he pants, tilting his head to bare more of his neck. “I’m yours, baby, you know that.”

I drag him into the bedroom and push him onto the bed. Clothes come off fast, rough, our hands everywhere. I don’t take my time. I don’t tease. I claim him.

Every kiss, every thrust, every command, I make sure he feels it.

“Look at me,” I snap when he tries to close his eyes. “You don’t get to look away from me when I’m reminding you who you belong to.”

He swears, loud, clinging to me like he might fall apart if I move.

“You’re not just something I want,” I grit out, hips snapping into his. “You’re the one person I can’t fucking stop thinking about. And I won’t share you, Theo. Not ever.”

He pulls me down into a kiss so deep it steals the last of the air between us. “Then don’t,” he whispers against my lips. “I don’t want you to.”

We fall onto the bed, fully naked now and breathless, his mouth on mine, his thighs parting without hesitation.

Theo reaches for the nightstand blindly, fingers closing around the lube like he’s done it a hundred times before. I take it from him, biting at his jaw as I slick my fingers and push one inside him without warning.

He gasps, legs jerking, but he doesn’t pull away. “Shit, Memphis—”

“Yeah?” I rasp, leaning in close as I work him open. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes,” he groans, gripping the sheets. “More.”

I give him more.

Another finger. Then a third. I don’t tease. I don’t play. I get him ready with sharp breaths and greedy hands, watching every twitch of his muscles and every sound that slips from his lips.

“Need to feel you,” he pants, already half gone. “I can’t wait, please—”

I pull my fingers from him, slow and careful, and drag my hand down his thigh as he whimpers at the loss. My chest heaves as I reach for the condom, sliding it on with shaky hands, slicking myself up while he watches me with blown pupils and parted lips.

I hook his leg over my arm, nudging closer, until the head of my cock presses right where he needs me most.

“Breathe,” I murmur, holding his gaze.

Then I push in, one slow, brutal stretch that knocks the air out of both of us.

His back arches. His mouth falls open. And for a second, I forget how to breathe.

“Fuck, Theo…” I growl, gripping his hips like a lifeline. “You feel so good.”

He’s tight, hot, perfect around me. And the way he grips me? It’s possessive in its own right. Like his body wants to remind me that I belong here just as much as he does to me.

I start to move, deep, hard thrusts that make his fingers claw at the mattress.

“You missed this?” I grind out, dragging his leg higher around my waist.

He nods wildly, moaning through every stroke. “Missed you. Missed this. Fuck, Memphis, don’t stop.”

I won’t.

I can’t.

Every sound he makes, every way he clings to me, it feeds something hungry and wild inside me. The part that needs to show him he’s not just a want, but a need.

“Look at me,” I snap when his head tips back. “Eyes on me when you come.”

His gaze locks on mine, wide and desperate and so damn full of everything I’m feeling.

“I’ve got you,” I promise, my voice breaking right along with the rest of me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He shatters first, loud and shaking, back arched, crying out my name like it’s the only word he knows. His cum landing on both of us. And I follow, buried deep, pulse thundering as the last of the tension breaks inside me.

We collapse, slick and tangled and raw, every inch of us still pressed together.

And for the first time in days, I feel whole again.

The End

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