Will

Going back to the movies was a great idea, an excellent idea. Watching a movie has never been so... Pleasurable.

If only I could remember which movie we were 'watching'. Anyway...

Now that I was allowed to touch, I couldn't get my hands off Nico. I had to touch him wherever I could reach.

During the movie, I was constantly reminding myself that we were in a public place and I probably shouldn't pull Nico into my lap so I could touch him in very inappropriate places to touch when surrounded by dozens of people.

I leave the movie theater with a big smile on my face. Nico didn't look much different, but he disguised well.

I didn't want this night to end. I didn't want to go back to the hotel and sleep alone. Nico also didn't seem in a hurry, so without even verbalizing our plans, we kept walking around the city until we came across a bowling alley and decided to enter.

We got some things to eat and started to play.

I almost choke on the fries I'm eating, trying to hold back my laughter as I watch Nico miss all the pins for the fifth time in a roll.

Nico is getting more and more annoyed by the second, but refuses to give up.

"Don't you dare laugh, Solace," he says, giving me a menacing look and pointing his index finger in my direction.

I raise my hands up in surrender. Nico picks up another bowling ball.

"That should not be so difficult. It's a matter of physics," I hear him say to himself, making me smile.

That's my nerd.

He throws the ball again and again misses all the pins. I decide to enter the game. I get up from the sofa, getting a ball as I came to stand next to Nico.

"Or simply trial and error," I say, answering his physics comment, as I throw the ball that slides down the lane and drops all the pins.

I turn to Nico, who has his arms crossed while looking at me, pouting. "Or maybe simply a matter of skill," I complete with a conceited smile.

Nico smiles. "And there's the conceited stronzo I know," he says.

"That's me," I say without being offended. "Maybe I can help you," I offer.

Nico rolls his eyes. "Oh, of course. Just like in the movies where the boy teaches the girl to play bowling just to be closer to her," He says sarcastically.

I get another bowling ball. "Girl? So you would be the passive of the relationship?" I ask as I throw the ball again and score another strike.

Nico laughs. He goes to get a bowling ball and plays with it, giving me a malicious look.

"That's a secret I'll never tell," he says mysteriously.

I approach, taking the ball out of his hands. "I will find out. Sooner or later," I whisper, looking deep into his eyes.

Nico seems destabilized by my gaze and the air around us seems to get more loaded. The desire in Nico's eyes is undeniable, and I'm not much different. His gaze drifts to my lips for a moment, but soon back to my eyes.

"What if I'm a top? Would you be the passive one for me?" he asks in an ironic and provocative voice at the same time.

He then passes by me, making sure to brush his body against mine, to get where the bowling balls are.

It is clear from his attitude and tone of voice that he doesn't believe that I am willing to be passive. He couldn't be more wrong.

When he prepares to throw the ball, I say. "Sure. Why not?"

My response causes Nico to release the ball early, and it falls with a hard thud on the floor and slides down the lane, not hitting any pins.

Nico looks at me, stunned. "You're full of surprises," he says.

I approach him. "You have no idea, baby," I say.

I give Nico a kiss. For a moment he seems to melt from the gesture, but recovers very quickly, which makes me think that I imagined things. I make another strike. Nico groans and stumps his foot on the ground like a frustrated little kid, is adorable.

"Can't you stop making strikes?!"

I laugh. "I can't. It's natural."

"Natural my ass," he says.

"I'm sure it is," I say, going around and looking at it.

Nico sees and slaps me jokingly. He's smiling.

"You're hopeless," he says, shaking his head in disbelief, but still with a smile on his face.

"It's one of the things that makes me irresistible," I say.

"Okay. Teach me."

I give Nico a wicked smile. He points his index finger at me. "Do not even think about it."

"No idea what you're talking about."

I go to stand behind Nico. "To start your position is wrong."

"Gods, are you Sherlock?" he mocks.

I smile. I cannot stop smiling when I'm near Nico and he's the same despite pretending to be angry:

"Very well. Put your right leg a little further back."

Nico does as I asked.

"Bend forward," I guide.

He bends too much, behind him, I take my hand to his abdomen, my chest glued to his back, which makes Nico's breathing hitch, again the air around us becomes charged with desire, I feel my skin tingle and I have to resist the urge to kiss Nico's neck.

I put him in the right position and move away. "Try now. Looking at the center of the track."

Nico nods, still slightly affected by our proximity. He prepares and throws the ball, four pins are knocked over.

"It's a start. Keep trying," I say.

Nico goes to get another ball and looks at me. "I never thought I'd say that, but... Thank you."

"At your service, sir," I say, bowing like I'm a knight and Nico the prince.

Nico laughs as he tries again.

"I never knew you really could be fun," he says, after dropping five pins this time.

The comment leaves a bittersweet taste in my mouth. I decide not to say anything about it and go back to sit on the couch again.

"Hey. Did you hear what our parents said?" I ask.

Nico is confused. "About what?"

"About visiting the park of volcanoes together."

Nico gets even whiter, if that's possible. "I won't go," he says in protest.

"Why not?"

"Because I refuse to go near an active volcano that can explode at any moment."

"It's tourism, Nico. We are here to explore and the volcano park is incredible. I mean, in less than 3 hours you can explore the top of the Kilauea volcano."

"That just for the record is active. And worse, it is the most dangerous volcano in the world," he says.

"Come on! It is a unique experience. And just so you know, Kilauea is not the only tourist attraction here on the Big Island. Our parents have other things planned."

"I won't go," he says, sulky like a child.

"Our mothers have probably packed our suitcases, and my father said that the bookings of the hotels we're going to stay in are already made. Plus, you know your parents will get you to go and, well… I'll be there to help."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a pain in the ass?"

"No," I say, smiling.

"Well, you're a pain in the ass."

"Not yet, I'm not," I say, making Nico roll his eyes at me.