Kai
"Why would you ever think of that about me? That's like far from who I am," Stan laughed loudly as we walk our way into his house. After the most amazing concert I ever have in my life, I finally knew what I wanted to do for the open mic later on. It may be a common thing for everyone but for me, it would be the best thing that I will ever do. I will do everything to make it work later on.
I laughed as well, as he fishes out his keys to open the door. He said his family were out again for tonight. "I'm sorry! It's just that when I first met you, I would have thought that you were that egoistic type of guy," We were talking about how our first impression of each other seems to change over the course of getting to know one another better. He told me how at first, he thought that I was this overly shy guy who just hides in his room when actually I was not. I am shy, that was no denying but not to that extent of what he was saying.
I was just shy around people.
"It's fine... we don't know much about each other before," he said, opening the door to let me in. I walk inside the dark house, well... I guess we're truly alone. He went to turn on the lights, putting his motorcycle keys in the basket beside the door. I walk ahead, it feels like I have never been into this house before, but I did. Maybe because of the aura that just screams another new vibe that I was new to. With us being alone, at night, and no one's watching us. It was another scene.
As he was busy taking some bottled water from the fridge, my phone buzzes. I went to take out my phone. There were three messages from my mom, two from my dad, two from Charlie and five from Liara. I ignore the texts from my parents, they're probably asking me to not come home late or just stay out of trouble. I told them that I was going out with Charlie and Liara. Speaking about those two crack heads, I went to read their texts... and they made me smile at myself.
'Do her hard, man!' - Charlie
'Please! Use protection at all cost! I'm scared!!'Â - Liara
These two... as if I'm going to have sex after being sweaty at a concert. I snorted, shaking my head all to myself. Stan came up to me, looking at me amused. "What are you laughing about?" He questioned, smiling.
"Nothing, I was just looking,"
He smirks. "Tell me, what are you laughing about," He asked again, poking my sides. I giggled then put my hand on his chest, wanting him to stop. "Stop, s-stop...," I breathe out, holding him hard. He stares at me, a look of awe, the same look when he had on the day when he stares at me five feet apart from each other. Those eyes just speak another language I would like to see for a long time.
"Come...," He said, placing his hand over mine. I was being taken by him as we walk upstairs slowly. I just thought of everything that we could possibly do at this hour. It feels just different, and I was... nervous about it. In his other hand was the bottled water that he took from the fridge.
I tried to focus my thoughts onto something else but I couldn't. They were always brought up again when I realize that I was in Stan's house, in front of him. Vulnerable as I was always. We reach his bedroom, and he takes me inside, leading me to his bed. I sat down, watching him as he goes to a drawer, taking out something from the inside. With the room being this dim with only the moonlight shining through the window, I could only see his body that was sculpted to be very manly, a figure that could absolutely tell everyone that he plays sports. Then he turns around, eyeing me with half of his face overlaps with shadows of the night.
He walks towards me then sat beside me, holding this piece of rectangle-shaped thing in his hand. When he opens his hand, my eyes perks up at the sight of what it was. It was the chocolate that we fought each other for. The same chocolate that had me disliking him more ever since. But now, it has no effects on me anymore.
"You still haven't eaten this yet?" I asked, staring at him perplexed at why he still kept this.
He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "I felt guilty... guilty that I take this from you,"
"Stole... from me," I corrected him.
"Yeah, I know... and I can't just eat it right away. So I waited, waited that you're here so that we can taste it together," He let out, opening the wrapping of the chocolate bar. When opened, he breaks up a piece of the chocolate then move it in front of my face. "Open your mouth," He ordered, nudging his head upwards.
I chuckled. "Are you gonna feed me?"
"Yeah... that's what lovers do," He smiled, making me thought back to when he called me his boyfriend back at the concert. I opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me as I stare into his eyes. I really want to ask him about it. I yearn to ask him about it. It felt like it needed to be asked.
When he pulled his hand away, letting me chew on the piece of chocolate... I open my mouth to speak. "Stan...,"
He glances at me immediately. "Yeah?" I took a glimpse of his face, feeling shy to ask this question but I have to, I really want to know.
"When you said to the guard about me being your boyfriend... did you? I mean... are you? I- I um," I stop, feeling that the idea of the question would just connect for him. He would understand what I was talking about. He's not stupid... in fact, he's smart, very smart.
His face showed no emotions at the moment as he leans in further, decreasing the gap between our faces. His breath blows onto my nose, ticking it there and making it red due to my blushing. "I meant it," His dark eyes stare right into my mind, my soul. It was nowhere denying that he was serious. "You're my boyfriend... and I'm your boyfriend," He takes my hand, bringing it up to his lips, planting soft pecks onto it.
I blushed so hard, I could feel that he sees them in the low lights of his room. "But... you never asked me if I want to be your boyfriend,"
"Do I have to? We want each other... and I love to see your face when I tell people you're my lover," His eyes close, putting my hand for him to feel on his cheek, casually rubbing his face onto the back of my hand. I gasped. "B-but, it's not romantic that way...,"
Then he opens his eyes, leaving me to wait for a moment for his response.
Then it happens.
"I want you as my boyfriend. Would you?"
The words were different from the casual common words that they use, or the tone that they have. His, it was letting me know that he wanted me as his boyfriend and as if he was making a question on my mind whether I want him as my boyfriend as well. It was needy, dominating, and love that sure what it wants.
I wanted it. I knew that my likes for him were sure. I knew that I was attracted to him. It started from liking his features, that gives me a sense of rebellious packed in a grounded way to his personality that was never dull, he was full of surprises that spark my journey of life especially this year. The last year I have before graduating. I wanted that in the future, we are together and always will be. So I prayed for the best even when God knows how bad it is this is. But I know that somewhere up there, there were angels praying and wishing upon us to have us together... seeking for acceptance to God of our liaison.
"Yes. I want you as my boyfriend too," I spoke, clutching my hands with him, feeling his warmth more and digesting myself to the fact that I was his, and he was mine. For what it's worth, I know that we have each other all the time.
I glance at his guitars, eyeing the particular one that he played before in front of me. I wanted to do something special, if I didn't have the chance to profess my love for him in public, then I want to tell him that I love him through words of colours and decorations, stories that tell him that I want him to know, I am deeply in love.
"Hey... um, can I borrow your guitar for a few days?" I asked, rubbing my thumb over his hand.
He looks at his guitars, then back at me. "Yeah, sure. I would love to have your hands on them," I laughed, feeling as if he meant that sentence in a bad way. Either way, I was into it. We needed moments like this. Random and loving.
"Alright... you sure there's no other place my hands should be?" I asked again, looking down to the side then back at him through my lashes. He gapes his mouth a little, then smirks once knowing what I meant. "Oh I do... wanna play hands," He spoke, saying it more as a statement rather than a question.
I bit my lip. "Yeah? Well then... play me with your hands," As soon as I said that, it was immediately a green light for him to tickle me and touch me places I want him to touch. In those hours, I was feeling I was in one of my dreams and it felt like heaven because, at times, he would whisper in my ears words of delicacies that I loved. "Yeah, baby? You like this don't you?" He asked, slowly moving his hand down my chest, almost reaching down my crotch.
My mouth let out a groan, feeling really frustrated that we were still in our clothes. My hands were trembling to touch him so bad. I want to feel him so badly that it hurts. The pit in my stomach just fires up intensely by his touches and there was nothing left holding me back to really enjoy that night as we lay down on his bed... enjoying each other's company. Even in my worst light, he still treats me like I was his sunlight. For that, I give him my all.
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Sorry, no 'ehem ehem' stuff, m'kay? (O0O) Maybe in bonus chapters.