That Cold Night

Pedro's POV

My heartbeat was erratic. It was indeed going to be a very long night. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to control myself with the one person I hadn't been able to get off my mind right from the moment I met him, sleeping under the same roof as I was.

Under my roof.

As I took him up the stairs, I was tempted to take him to my room. We could share the bed. But I knew that if he got into that room, my decency was going to retire for the night and probably not return until I had done something that I might end up regretting. We walked past my room to the next which served as the guest room. I opened the door and switched on the lights. I heard him gasp softly from behind me which I found amusing. The room had not been used for a very long time because I never had people sleep over at my house except Free who would always sleep in my bed though. Thinking of him in that moment reminded me that I hadn't spoken to him since that night. I shrugged the guilt that was creeping into my mind off and instead, distracted myself by looking at the small man in front of me.

"This will be your room for the night" I said to him.

Maybe not just that night.

"I get to sleep here...alone?" He asked and I couldn't place if he was complaining or surprised.

"Yes, my room is next door Incase you need anything. Freshen up and come downstairs when you are done. I'm going to get started on dinner"

"Does that mean that Pedro McFarland knows his way around the kitchen? He teased while throwing one of his sexy shy smiles at me.

"I know my way around a lot of things" I said which much to my satisfaction, turned him several shades of red and this time I was the one smiling. I took a step closer to him, covering the little distance between us. His eyes flew up to my face and I could see the fear and lust in them, each emotion fighting for dominance. "And you will be surprised at how good I am at them" I concluded in a deliberate low tone and I could have sworn a little moan escaped his lips. I leaned away again and began to leave the room.

"Meet me downstairs when you are done" I said and left the room.

I went into my own room and flung myself on the bed.

It was indeed going to be a long night.

I couldn't stop my mind from imagining what he was doing at the moment. Probably getting out of his clothes ans walking naked into the bathroom. I felt my trouser get tight and uncomfortable. My mind went to the kiss we had shared a few hours ago. We hadn't spoken about it but it had not left my mind for even a second. I found my fingers going to my lips like I could still feel his lips on mine. I remembered how soft they were and how our tongues moved in sync. I remembered the hungry look in his eyes when I pulled away.

Could he possibly want me the same way I wanted him?

I shook my head to get my thoughts together. I still had to prepare dinner for us. I stood up from the bed, removed my clothes, had a quick shower and while I was dressing up in a casual short and t-shirt, I remembered that I didn't give Marco any clothes to change into. I opened my closet, looking for something that would be fit his small torso. I was way bigger than he was. I finally settled for a black shirt and gray sweatpants. I picked the clothes and went to the room I had left him in earlier. I knocked twice and when I didn't get any response, I opened the door and went in. I could hear the shower running which indicated that he was still in there. I walked quietly to the bed and placed the neat clothes I had brought with me on it. The clothes he had been wearing were in a tidy pile on the bed and I fought the urge to pick them up and take in his scent. I must have been lost there for a second because I didn't hear the shower stop and I turned just in time to see the wet figure coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his thin waist. I saw him before he saw me and when he eventually looked up and met my eyes, he almost fell from shock.

"Jesus!" He screamed, his hands flying across his chest in a feeble attempt to cover the rest of his naked torso. I knew the descent thing to do was to either turn around or apologize and leave the room but somehow my legs didn't seem to belong to me anymore. His eyes fell on everywhere in the room except my face and when I saw he was already shivering from cold, my common sense returned and I was finally able to speak again.

"I just came to get you clean clothes" I said in a voice that sounded strange in my own ears.

"Thanks" he half whispered and I walk-ran out of the room because once again, all I could think off was devouring that beautiful body of his. I went straight downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge trying to distract myself from the sexy human under my roof. I had told him I was going to prepare dinner but in my haste to impress, I had forgotten that actually, I didn't know my way around the kitchen. I had all the groceries needed to prepare a decent meal, thanks to Fred, but I didn't know how to.

Fuck it, I'm ordering pizza.

I would look for an excuse when he asks why we were having pizza instead of a decent meal like I had promised. I picked up my phone and ordered a large pizza and just when I dropped my phone, I saw him walking down the stairs. If Marco was hot in his clothes, he looked like a wet dream in mine. The clothes were big on him but that only made him several levels cuter. He saw me staring at him again and he stopped on the stairs fondling with the hem of the shirt.

"They are a bit large" he said after a while finally looking at me and as those green gems fell on me, my brain lost most of its cells.

"They are perfect" I heard myself say and he blushed again before continuing down the stairs. We were silent for some minutes before he realized something off.

"Are you not supposed to be cooking for us?" He asked in the teasing voice again.

"I forgot that I had nothing in the house. I'm not used to having people over. I ordered us pizza though"

A silent 'oh' escaped his lips before he smiled again.

"So what are we going to do while we wait for the pizza?" He asked still playing with the hem of the oversized shirt.

There are a lot of things I would like to do with and to you Marco. A whole lot.

"I don't know. Maybe see a movie?" I replied

He smiled again.

"Okay"

I was just about to switch on the television when the doorbell rang.

"If that's the pizza, they are super fast" I said as I walked towards the front door. I opened the door expecting to see a man with a box of pizza and instead I saw Fred. My heart fell several feets into my stomach for a reason I didn't know. He was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a blue shirt which had half the front buttons open. He was neat as usual and smelt expensive. As usual.

"Baby" he said throwing his over my shoulders and before I could protest, he placed a kiss on my tight lips.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a cold tone still blocking the entrance with my body.

"Are you not going to let me in?" He asked smiling.

"No. I want to know why you are here. I didn't call you" I responded still cold. The conversation was already giving me a headache.

"I know you didn't call me baby but I had to come see you. The last time I saw you, you were mad at me and I understand that you had every reason to be mad because I didn't think before I made arrangements for us. I just came to say I am sorry" He said pouting in a manner that he thought was cute but I found irritating at the moment.

"That's not necessary Fred. I'm not mad at you"

"Then why won't you let me inside?"

Because the one person I want to be with right now is already in there.

"Because I don't need you right now Fred"

"When you say it like that, you hurt my feelings" he said and I could actually see the sadness on his face. "You make it sound like the only reason why you keep me in your life is just the sex"

"But that is indeed the only reason" I said and even though I knew that I was being hard on him, I had no intention of lying to make him feel better.

"I love you Pedro and...."

"That was not part of the agreement" I interrupted, getting more irritated.

"I know that was not the agreement but I just couldn't help myself. I have fallen for you and I know you might not feel the same way but you will grow to love me just as I have grown to love you"

"I sincerely doubt that Fred"

He fell silent for a while and I could see he was fighting tears.

"What do you want me to do? What can I do to make you love me? We can be a secret and I promise no one will find out about us. I can be whatever you want me to be. Just tell me, what do you want?"

"I want you to leave"

Once again he fell silent. I saw sadness play around in his eyes for a while and then get replaced by anger.

"Is there someone else?" He asked in a firmer tone now.

"Just leave Fred" I said rolling my eyes, already tired of the conversation.

"Tell me! Is there someone else? Is that why you don't want me to come in?" He said anger flashing in his eyes.

"Just go ho..." I was saying before he pushed me. It was unexpected and he caught me off guard. I stumbled back giving him enough room to storm in. I found my balance again and went to drag him back but he was big and muscular enough to make my attempt futile and soon he was standing face to face with Marco who looked like he was about to shit his pants. Well, it's an understandable expression when a 6'4 man who looks like he lives in a gym looks at you like he was about to tear you into two.

"You need to leave now Fred" I said coming in between them totally covering and protecting Marco from him. He looked at my face again and instead of the usual affection or sadness, it was replaced by pure rage. We started down for some minutes before he started retreating, back first, towards the door.

"You will pay for this" he said and left, banging the door so hard, it almost fell from it's hinges.

I kept staring at the door for a while, my thoughts everywhere, before I remembered the shivering figure behind me. I turned to see him still visibly scared and looking at me, a confused look on his face. I was about to say something when the doorbell rang again. At this point, all I knew was that if it was Fred again, I might actually forget my manners and punch him in the face. I opened the door and this time I saw a man with a box of pizza.

"You are gonna have to leave a huge tip because a mad man almost ran me over just now. He didn't even slow down." The pizza guy said and I could have groaned from exhaustion.

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