I was woken up by someone knocking on the door insistently and I realized I was held tightly in someone's arms. No, they were not just someone's, they were Jean's arms and he was sleeping soundly beside me so I got up, feeling my head pounding and saw it was someone else's room which made me try to remember what happened last night. I remembered being very angry and having mixed feelings about everything so I cursed myself for being weak and ending up in bed with the person I tried to make understand how I felt. It was clear he wasn't going to take my feelings in consideration if I always jumped in bed with him but on the other side I craved for his affection. Images of him kissing that girl began to flow in front of my eyes and I sunk into melancholy, looking at his beautiful face. If people were calling me "cute", Jean was reeking of sex so it was almost impossible to ignore him and I took a moment to examine his perfectly linear nose and his ruffled hair that was once again grey. I hated that color but even like that, he was beautiful. I grabbed his shoulder gently and began to shake him.
"Jean, we must leave. Jean, wake up" I called softly and he mumbled a few times before opening his eyes. They were a greenish-hazel this morning and he watched me a little confused before he got up. The person was still knocking so he got up and ruffled his hair in a certain direction before we unlocked the door, letting the poor host inside her own room. We didn't speak because whenever he had little sleep he was not very communicative and I wasn't going to take initiative. As soon as we got out he lit a cigarette and we began to walk in silence, feeling a weird pressure in the air. He tossed the cigarette butt aside and then tried to get a hold of my hand but I shove it down the pocket of my jeans, making him drop his down his body.
"I'll walk you to your hotel" I must've told him last night at what hotel I was staying.
"There's no need" He stared at me, a little hurt, as he woke up with each step but he didn't say anything. We parted at the first bus station, with a simple wave of the hand and I was near the hotel when my phone rang and I answered it. It was mom.
"Hi, dear, could you buy some chocolate when you come back?"
"Sure" I said and entered the closest supermarket where I grabbed three Milkas, knowing it was better to have more flavors so she could pick one that she liked. I was looking like I was having a hangover but it was not because of the single beer I had the other day, it was because of all the messed up thoughts and feelings and when I got in the room my mother saw it because she came to hug me.
"Good morning, dear! You look tired" I was tired and my body was very stiff, because of the stranger's bed. "Have you found Jean?" That was the reason why I went to the party so I couldn't hide the truth.
"I did, he was making out with a girl" She gaped her mouth opened and I smiled, taking off my shirt so I could put another one on. I took some chocolate too and in my trying to look focused and not bothered she read through me and came to hug me tightly. I was feeling like a little child and that made the feeling heavier so I found myself on the edge of sobbing. "I don't want to see him anymore"
"Don't say that, I know you don't mean it" she whispered and grasped me tighter. "You love Jean and I don't necessarily mean in the romantic way because that's not the only type of love. You must figure things out, he doesn't want to hurt you" The thing that hurt me the most was that I was just a phase for him, it was clear he wasn't gay if he went back to kissing a girl so easily, it was just a thing he made so he could keep me away from Nate and any other possible date. Thinking of Nate made things harder because it was clear the difference between the two of them, one was trying his best while the other one took everything for granted.
"But he does and I am the fool that keeps going back to him" I was mad at myself so after a short conversation I went to have a shower and when I came back I figured it out by the look that she was thinking about something serious.
"You know, some papers came in this morning from the tribunal and it seems your father is getting the house" That was worse than I thought so I sat down and stared at her. "And he was asking if you wanted to stay with him so I took the liberty to say no, I hope you're not mad..." Of course I wouldn't have chosen him over anyone so I went closer to her and hugged her, sad to see her teary eyes.
"Of course I want to stay with you" I whispered and kissed her cheek. "I love you" She smiled and said it back. I had swimming today so I focused on that, trying to keep my mind away from Jean and last night. I wasn't really into talking to my swimming mates because most of them were shallow beings but today I chit-chatted a little, aware that I would go crazy all by myself. I got a perfect score and after a shower I headed back home where I stood by myself, waiting for mom to come back. The room where we were staying was not small but it wasn't a house either. It had two separate beds, a coffee table with two armchairs, a tv, a mini-fridge, drawers and a few shelves where I placed some book I haven't read yet or that were my favorites. The only thing positive about living in a hotel was room service but that wasn't often because we were trying to figure it out what to do next, we couldn't keep staying there forever. I was reading a novel when mom came in and began to undress her jacket.
"Hello, have you ordered something?" She asked and I nodded because it was almost dinner time.
"Pizza"
"Hm, sounds lovely, how was swimming?" After a brief description of everything she took a shower and then told me we had to talk which could only mean trouble. Not that I wasn't used to talking to her, but when she put it that way it was clear it was something more than casualties. "We are short on money, Marco" I already knew that, it was obvious. "And I took in consideration moving back with your grandma" I opened my mouth shocked. My grandma was living in another state. "But I think this situation is enough of a bother, you're going through hard times and I don't want to push you even further, I don't want you to change schools and lose friends" My mother was a psychologist, she was especially interested in kids so I guess it was normal for her to know what to do best when it came to my state of mind. "Cynthia called me; it seems that Jean told her that we've been kicked out and she offered to host us. I am thinking of saying yes" She couldn't be serios, living with Jean was the last thing that I needed now. "I am doing it for your well-being, a room doesn't compare to an entire house" What she meant was that we could cook and we had a bathroom of our own and all necessities. It was harder for her than it was for me so I dumbly nodded.
"Okay" She smiled and hugged me.
"Thank you, baby, you will see it will be better" We were to move later this evening because there was no use of staying another night. We didn't have lots of things so we called a cab and went to Jean's where the two of them were waiting for us, Jean ready to pick some bags and put them in the livingroom. We exchanged some short glances before our mothers began to talk and we all moved to the kitchen. It was not weird because our mothers knew each other from college and our parents always have been friends so I listened to them talk for a while, until Mrs. Kirschtein turned to me and smiled.
"Your mother will take the guest room, if you want you can stay there too."
"I will stay on the couch if that's alright" I suggested and she smiled, a little crisped.
"Jean's bed is a double" She said and I grimaced. No way in hell.
"The couch is more than fine" He half-snorted and went to the fridge to get some juice to pour in glasses. He offered me one too and the two of us sat in silence while my mother explained everything about the divorce and about how we weren't going to stay here for long, only until we would find a good place to buy. It was our last year of highschool and the exams were coming up but my father obviously wasn't giving a fuck so I had no other choice but to endure it. I was tired and I answered only when I was asked, the night fell easily and I was brought a pillow and a blanket by Jean. As he was carrying the stuff behind him came the kitten he rescued a while ago that was a lot more chubbier and that jumped right on my lap. I petted him behind his ears and he began to purr, making himself comfortable on my pants. He had a blue collar now.
"He likes you" Jean concluded and petted the back of the cat. He sat beside me and I realised it was the first time we've been alone since I "moved in". "He might sleep here if you let him" he added and rubbed his little paws. I didn't know what to say so I simply sat in silence. "Are you mad at me?"
"No" I took a big breath. "But you shouldn't have told your mother"
"I want to help you" This got me a little annoyed.
"You're trying too much" I snapped and he got up. He threw me a sad look and then brought me the tv remote control, getting ready to leave. "You're not gay, Jean" It was a conclusion and it stopped his motion. When he turned around, I could see he was angry.
"Don't tell me what I am or what I am not. Good night"
"Good night" Dreamy ended up sleeping with me indeed and as I couldn't help but turn on one side and another, I enjoyed having him close. I knew everyone was upstairs, I knew Jean was sleeping just a few feet away from me, without a worry and it made me want to throw up. It was near morning when I heard steps and I forced my eyes closed, trying to ignore whoever it was. By the hurried steps, it was Jean and that made me froze, especially when I felt him shifting close to me. Suddenly, something was pressing against my stomach and it took me a little to see it was his head, resting against it while his body was on the floor. I wanted to cry but I couldn't because I would have woken him up and I knew that could only lead to certain things, even if it's been forever since we last kissed. It made me anxious not to know how to act and what to feel but he was there and he was real. My hand found his soft hair and he gasped, audibly.
"Are you awake?" his voice was quiet.
"Yes" No word followed but he wrapped an arm around me, in the same position. We stood like that until my alarm rang and he got up, heading for his room so our mothers wouldn't find us like that. I went shortly to take a shower and change my clothes and climbed down the stairs and sat at the table where everyone was already.
"Coffee, Marco?" Cynthia asked and I smiled but Jean answered in my place.
"He drinks tea in the morning" He then got up and put some water to boil. "I'll make some" I was feeling a little ridiculed but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to upset anyone. He poured it in a cup of tea with Snoopy and I drank from it, tasting the sweet substance while he sat down and drank his coffee. While our mothers began to talk I announced I had swimming after classes and I was going to be home after 4. Jean drove both of us to school and the road was at least awkward but I endured it and when I saw the yard I opened the car door but he spoke. "Marco" I turned around and stared into his hazel eyes. "I hate not talking to you"
"I need time" My voice was hoarse and I wasn't sounding convincing. His hand took hold of mine and I felt like melting under his cold touch, especially when he tightened his hold. He came closer and brought the other hand up to my face, caressing my cheekbone gently. "I need to go" He furrowed his eyebrows and let go of my hand when I hurried towards the first class which I entered with a raging heart. The day went smoothly and I was soon at the pool where I began training for the next competition. At the end of the program, when I picked my towel from the end of the pool I saw Jean was in the tribunes and waved at him, making him answer the same. He came to pick me up so after I changed myself we met outside and went to the car.
"Wanna eat out or order pizza? The moms are not home" he said as he drove out of the street and I chuckled, making the mood lighter.
"The moms" I repeated and he burst into laughter. "Sounds like a horror movie"
"Or like an offer. Buy one mom and you get another one for free" His voice was like those from advertisements so it made it even funnier. I don't know why but seeing him interested in me swimming made me feel a lot better and now I could talk properly to him. "So?"
"Let's go and buy some Pizza from Pizza Hut" I was not a big fan of Pizza Hut but it was close and we could have just picked it up right there so it was a perfect choice. He accepted and drove to the big building where we knew we could find the pizza place at the second floor. It was very crowded and the stairs were horribly filled so I suggested we should take the elevator and Jean watched me like I was on drugs. "I can handle two floors" Jean found out I was claustrophobic when we were 9 and he locked me in a closet as a joke. I cried for more than two hours after I was released and he promised me he would never make that kind of joke again.
"I don't think it's a good idea" I sighed.
"It's only two floors, we will get there and leave as soon as possible" I pressed the elevator's button and when the door opened I took a big breath and tried not to tense that much. He probably saw where this was going because he took my hand in his and this time I didn't refuse, feeling the need of comfort. Another two random girls came inside and I pressed the "2" button, closing my eyes and taking small breaths, trying to control my anxiety.
"Focus on the pepperoni" I smiled, still shaking and felt sick in the stomach. And then it stopped. I opened my eyes and the real panic began, seeing we were stuck between the first and the second floor and the lights closed. Sweat began to run down my neck and back and I rested my body against the metal wall.
"No, this is not happening, no" I repeated, choking with each word. "No" The girls pressed the emergency button but there was no ring and I closed my eyes, trying not to vomit. I was on the verge of crying when I felt a familiar hand grasping my wrist and pulling me into familiar arms. Everything was getting smaller and smaller and I felt his breath on my ear.
"It's gonna be alright, we're going to be out of here in no time at all, they're coming for us" he whispered but I shook my head, sobbing.
"I can't breathe"
"Try to, Marco." We somehow ended up in the corner of the little elevator, on the floor and he was trying to calm me down.
"I'm gonna faint" I whispered, still crying.
"It's okay" He turned to the girls. "Press the emergencies button again, he's having a claustrophobic attack." he said calmly, even if I knew he was far from it and then began to rub my curls. "We're gonna be out soon, I promise" I blacked out and came back to senses when I stepped out of the elevator and some guys came to apologize for the inconvenience but I was still shaking badly so Jean pulled me through the crowd that formed there, towards some couches where I sat down. "Fuck" he murmured and I hid my face in my hands. "I'll buy you some water" When he left I felt even more anxious but once I got the bottle I sipped from it, slowly, trying to cease my crying.
"T-thank you" I whispered and he offered me some tissues from his pocket, letting me wipe my face with them. People were staring. "I a-am s-sorry"
"You have nothing to be sorry about but you're never taking an elevator again, hear me?" I nodded and he waited patiently until I got a hold of myself before we got up and headed for the Pizza Hut where we ordered four pizzas and waited for them in silence. "Are you alright now?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry" I repeated and he sighed.
"Never say sorry for that, you can't help it" His hand found mine again and I welcomed it as we were waiting to take our order. I was feeling ashamed and weird because most people could ride an elevator without all those things happening to them, most people could simply go with the crowd while I felt needles all over my body. When the cashier called the name Kirschtein, Jean let my hand go and went to pick the boxes so I looked down at my fingers, feeling something missing. He smiled at me as we climbed down the stairs and I smiled back, a little shyly, without saying anything.
In the car, he left food on the back and turned on the engine, letting the windows down, probably to give me some air. He turned on the radio and began to sing along to Lou Reed until the song ended and I rested my head against the window, still doing my best to calm down. When we arrived I took the boxes and got inside the house, ready to let them on the counter in the kitchen. Jean took back two of them and went to the livingroom where I followed him, willingly.
"This is yours" he said and offered me my order. "Are you going vegetarian?"
"No, I just like lots of cheese on my pizza" I said and took a bite from it. "Do you want some?" He shook his head while he ate his corn-filled piece. "When will the moms be home?" He looked at the clock.
"It will take at least one more hour." He turned on the TV and we ended up watching America's got talent, sitting on the couch. I don't know how but I ended up with Jean's head on my chest while the boxes were on the floor and I was struggling to drink a little water. I ran my fingers through his hair and I swear he almost purred like a cat. "I have an essay to do until tomorrow at noon" he yawned and I chuckled.
"You're totally trying to get me do it" I said and he smiled.
"Nah, I won't do it at all" I was the mother-type of friend so I threw him a dirty look which he ignored, closing his eyes and sighing. We continued like that for a while until the front door opened and he got so alarmed that he jumped up and fell on the floor, making me burst into laughter. "Hi" he greeted my mom and she watched us, curious.
"Hi, guys! I'm glad to see you're getting along, do I smell pizza?"
"In the kitchen" I said and she hurried there, leaving Jean with the horrified expressions. "I'll go and have a shower" I announced and got up, heading for his bathroom, taking some clothes with me. The feeling was nice and I don't know why but I felt a lot better once I got up and dressed in nice-smelling things I used as pajamas. Jean was playing video-games in his room so when he left for the shower I took his place and ended up beating everyone's ass and even making a score record. "In your face!" I shouted at the screen and I heard a familiar chuckle so I turned and found a sexy and wet Jean Kirschtein which made my mouth go dry. The t-shirt was stuck on his broad shoulders and his hair was wild, giving him a certain aura.
"You look like you're having fun" I nodded and he sat down on the bed, laying down in a comfortable position, letting his feet brush my side. I continued playing until I heard a soft snoring coming from behind me so I slowly turned off the console and saw he was really sleeping. I should've gone downstairs where it was the place I chose but seeing him this peaceful and vulnerable made me wanna stay so I picked the blanket and climbed on the double-bed, covering both of us with it and checking to see the alarm was set. He shifted so now he was facing me, which made my heart swell, I hated when he was facing any other way, it didn't matter if he was asleep or not. I searched for his hand under the blanket and when I found it I leaned to kiss his lips gently before he scooted closer unconsciously. He was going through hard times too, I tended to forget that. I fell asleep a lot easier that night and I was woken up by someone holding my nose which made me jump and I heard a chuckle.
"Good morning, Freckles" Jean said and placed a cup of tea on the nightstand so he could shove a tray with some roasted eggs and toast. "It's a little burnt but you can toss those parts aside" I looked at him wondering if... "I made it" He was almost-blushing cutely so I placed an entire piece of roasted bread in my mouth, trying not to gag. Damn, it was terrible. I smiled and slowly chewed on it, showing him my thumbs up.
"Thank you, it's very good" I almost choked so I took the tea and drank from it; at least that part tasted awesome, with lots of sugar.
"Let's skip classes today" he yawned and ruffled his hair.
"And what to do?" I asked, taking another bite of that mortal and not edible food. I was focusing on not dying because of it.
"Whatever you want, we can go and buy groceries, go watch a movie, whatever you want" He yawned again and he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a piece of toast himself and when he bit it, he spit it on the ground, making me laugh my head off. "Jesus Christ, this is awful" he moaned and then took the one I was holding. "Stop fucking eating it, I don't want you to die"
"I guess it's pizza this morning too" I said and he continued to clean his mouth.
"Goddamn it" He rolled on his front and rested his head on his hands. "Did you really believe I wouldn't notice you kissing me last night?" My heart sunk and I hesitated.
"I thought you were asleep" I whispered, lowering my eyes and he grinned like the Chesshire cat.
"I wasn't" His long eyelashes batted. "Do it again" I stared at him as he shamelessly leaned towards me and my heart began to beat faster, as I was slowly moving closer. I still haven't washed my teeth so it had to be a brief kiss so I pressed my lips against his shortly, feeling the smile behind it. It was much like our kindergarten kisses. When I retreated he licked my cheek shortly which made both of us chuckled.
"What the fuck?"
"Still trying to lose that damned taste. I can't believe you told me it was good. It shocks me how easily you can lie to me" I pouted.
"So I wouldn't hurt your feelings" I smiled and he wrinkled his face.
"That's so you it hurts" We ended up going to a movie that evening and we did hold hands and eat popcorn and laugh, which was weird because lately I lived so much drama that it was bugging me whenever I smiled. We already arrived back when he leaned to kiss me, properly this time, making me melt against the seat where I was placed and mix with the car's leather. His tongue slowly brushed mine and this was no longer innocent, it was the epitome of need and desire; his hands were holding my shoulders like he wanted to make sure I had no place to run to. When we parted he rested his head on my shoulder and we both took deep breaths. "Thanks for spending your day with me" His voice was husky and I brushed his hair gently, assuring him it was more than fine.
"Let's go inside, they know we're here" He nodded but stood in place for a few more minutes before we entered the house like nothing happened. We knew it was better like this because otherwise they wouldn't allow us to sleep together. Once we got in, we found them chatting on the couch and after we told them all about our day my mother dropped it.
"I came downstairs to drink some water last night and you weren't here" My palms were sweating hard so my mind began searching for an excuse.
"I was probably at the bathroom" She furrowed her brows, a little concerned.
"Can't you sleep at night? Maybe you should drink some mint tea" She had no idea just how good I have slept last night and she wasn't going to find out either, because I wasn't ready for anyone to find out. In fact, I wasn't sure what I had to tell either, I was a little confused but somehow enjoyed the state where we were at this point. I sent him a message telling him I was going to sleep on the couch tonight and he nodded, subtle so the others wouldn't see. Soon we went to bed (well, to couch in my case) and I spent two hours staring at the ceiling until I decided that I could go upstairs and see what Jean was doing. It was almost 2:30 when I got inside without knocking on the door so no one would hear me and I stopped in tracks because Jean Kirschtein was having headphones on and a hand in his boxers while he was intently watching the screen of his laptop. That was not all, the hand was moving and I closed the door behind me, trying not to laugh because he still hasn't observed me. I was curious what he was watching but when I took one more step his hand miraculously retreated from that area and he got up, startled.
"What the fuck?" He whisper-shouted and I covered my mouth with a hand, trying to muffle my laughter.
"I can give you some privacy if you want" I teased and he showed me the middle finger while putting his boxers properly with the free hand. I was seriously curious so I almost jumped on the bed and checked out the site on which he was on. It was a porn one, duh, but it was not a heterosexual scene, it was between two young guys so I played it for a moment before pausing it and looking at his red face. "Interesting"
"Shut up" he moaned and closed the browser before I could stop him. "It's not like you never jerked off so shut up" I was curious about one thing, though.
"So what were you thinking about?" He watched me with eyes that said what-the-fuck-I-was-just-watching-this-shit so I burst into laughter. "I mean were you imagining giving or receiving?" He opened his mouth and after a few moments the sounds came out.
"Giving" That made me rise my brows because usually I was concentrating on the receiving but it was too early for any of those so I slipped my hand under the blanket to feel the obvious bulge that twitched under my touch. "Don't do that" he groaned and I smiled.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to be teased" he whimpered as I ran my fingers in that area, making him jolt. I could feel the beginning of his pubic hair around the elastic of his boxers so I dipped my hand under it, to feel his warm flesh that was hard. I wanted to give him a blowjob and it was my first but in the state that he was I was sure he will not feel the lack of skills.
"Do you want me to suck you?" I asked and he gasped, nodding and panting at the same time. I hooked his light caramel boxers with both hands and pulled them down, revealing a nice length and some impressive butt cheeks. His tip was already slick and he kept flooding pre-cum which made me lick my lips and lean to tentatively lick it. He hissed between teeth and I fondled his balls gently, feeling him buckle under me and making me smile around him. I licked the slit and then rubbed the base gently with my hand, enjoying the low groans.
"Marco, fuck" he whispered and I took more of him in my mouth, enjoying his salty taste. He had a shower, it was clear and he was tasting like any other part of his body but softer. "Right there, baby" he cradled my face and pushed me gently so I could take more and I felt tears in my eyes because I was feeling overwhelmed. "Shit, I'mma co-o-me" he whined and just when he was in the middle of cumming the door opened and he pushed me off the bed, so I was in between the bed and the wall but on the ground and whoever came in couldn't see me. I was wondering if he got the chance to cover himself but I was too taken with his semen that was in my mouth and on my face. He was probably very frustrated because he came a lot and in the motion of pushing me, he got some on my cheek and near my eye. It was his mother.
"Sorry, Jean, you're still up?" Sure, he's been up up up until now.
"Yes, I'm gonna go to sleep soon" he said hoarsely and coughed to regain his voice.
"Can I use the bathroom here?"
"Sure" he said and I waited until the door closed so I could shift. I wiped the cum with the back of my hand and none of us got a sound out until she exited the room. Even after she left we waited a few moments until he crawled on the side where I was and burst into laughter. "Fuck! Seeing that sure would have made things complicated"
"You think?" I asked ironically and we both chuckled. "I couldn't have explained that" I climbed on the bed and watching him, waiting for him to realize I wanted attention. He got a hang of the idea pretty soon and made some space for me to cuddle close to him, letting my head rest on his shoulder, very close to his neck. "Can you imagine the talk with two moms?" He chuckled and I could feel his whole body vibrating.
"Well, we can't exactly get pregnant"
"Yea but they will find something obnoxious to tell us about. Like STDs" I wrinkled my nose and we laughed again. "Kiss me" I said, my heart beating wildly and he smiled down at me.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling the movements around me. He got up, and slowly pressed his lips against mine, making sure to brush them with greatest care on mine. It was a loving kiss, not a sexual one so I grasped his shoulder, making it last for a while, until I opened my eyes and saw he was smiling. "You are so cute" He nuzzled my nose with his. "I really think that, you're the prettiest boy I know" He used to tell me that a lot when we were in middle school and people would bully me for my "disgusting" freckles and I didn't know if he was serious or he was just telling it to make me feel better. Between the two of us it was clear who was "sexy", not that I minded because he was mine to stare at.
"You're handsome" he began to pose like a model so I laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. "I mean it"
"I mean it too" He sat down, and wrapped his arms around me, cuddling with his head on my chest.
"Maybe you're pansexual" I said and he stopped, probably because he had no idea what that meant. "Like, you're attracted to people without caring about the gender or the looks"
"I'm not that good of a person" he chuckled dryly and I grinned. "I always liked people for their looks. Well, I think I always liked you too, we go so back in the past that I don't think I knew what love meant then and I always thought we were going to stay in between and you're always going to stay with me but then you began to date Nate and I got jealous as fuck. It's like seeing you with him pushed a button, y'know?" I nodded and he stared at me. "Just because I just realized it doesn't mean I haven't always had it in me."
"But this is a gay relationship, it's a lot different than a hetero one"
"Why?" I sighed.
"Because people will see you as abnormal and they will bully you and you can't have children and you will always have people staring weirdly at you" He got up with an annoyed look.
"Then let them fucking stare, I don't give a shit" In this matter he was a lot different than me. If I was always concerned about not bothering other people, Jean was the total opposite, probably the main reason why he wasn't a social butterfly. He was grumpy and blunt and most people hated him for that. "And I will make the bullies shut the fuck up. And I don't even like children that much" It took me a while to see he was actually trying to eliminate every point just to show me that we should be together. "I want to take you places and I want to laugh with you, to hold hands, to kiss you" His eyes were shining in the night and I smiled at his beliefs.
"Oh, just wait for the family parties" I said and he burst into laughter.
"Oh my fucking God, I can't wait to tell everyone on my dad's side of family that I have a boyfriend" I raised a brow.
"Do you?" He shrugged and I think a faint blush covered his cheeks but it might've been the dim light.
"I have a best friend but we can change the best with a boy if you want" He grinned cheekily and I chuckled at his ridiculous ways.
"Well I am a boy so that might work" I said and he leaned to kiss my lips again, just like the little kiss before and I welcomed him again in that comfortable position. "It's all been a mess until now" He hummed in appreciation and then searched for my hand to hold.