That white car

Pedro's Pov

As he leaned towards me, I thought he was about to hit me again and even though I was way bigger and stronger than him, I couldn't help the impulse to flinch a little but he didn't.

Instead he kissed me.

And this time, it was heated with passion. I recovered very quickly from my initial shock and soon the car was filled with smooching noises. His tongue fought boldly for dominance while I just let him win. I had other things to worry about. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest and of course, my trouser was becoming way tighter than normal. My hand flew to the back of his head, pulling him closer till he was almost on my laps. His hands were resting on my chest, heating my skin up in the most pleasant of ways. He rolled his tongue in my mouth and moaned almost immediately causing a certain dizzying vibration run down my spine to the tip of my toes, almost driving me over the edge. I had to pull away from the kiss immediately to stop myself from tearing his clothes off his body. He groaned softly, his hands still on my chest. I looked up to see him eyeing me hungrily and obviously disappointed that I had pulled away.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice that was almost impossible to hear. His lips were a bit swollen and he held them in the cutest pout I had ever seen.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, the hunger evident in my voice.

He looked at me indecisively for some seconds. Then he shrugged and pulled away from me, back to his previous sitting position with his back resting on the seat, head thrown back in thought.

"I don't know...", he said. "I don't know what I want"

I watched him fight the several emotions that seemed to be drowning him for some minutes.

"Let's go home" I said, finally pushing the start button. I reclined on my seat as the car roared to life and after giving him one final glance, switched gears and began driving into the cold silent night.

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Marco wasn't the only one who had to fight his emotions. There was a cold war going on between my heart and my brain. The problem was, my heart was really putting a lot of weight into his punches.

For the first time, I cared for someone else more than myself; It scared me. It felt like being vulnerable and vulnerability wasn't something I liked. In less than six months of meeting this cute boy existing cutely beside me, my emotions were already tied to his. I find myself happy whenever there was a smile on his face and ready to kill whenever there was tears in his eyes. Whenever he was around me, I felt so many undescribable things.

I was addicted.

Obsessed.

His smile had the same effect on me like when being hit by the first rays of the sun after a very rainy day. His laughter caressed my ears in the gentlest manner. His touch had a way of sending several bolts of electricity down my spine. If getting butterflies wasn't so feminine, I would have said he gave me butterflies. I ain't that gay. His lips.... Let's just say, I would die before I let anyone else get a taste of that heaven.

I briefly took my eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at him. He had dozed off and I could have cried at how cute he looked. His head was tilting a little bit to the right while his arms were wrapped around his stomach like he was protecting it from something. That was when I remembered; we, infact, didn't get anything to eat afterall. He must have been hungry. I bit my lips in annoyance at myself. That meant I was going to make dinner for us.

During the last three months, after his visit, I had taken some cooking lessons and I would bite my fingers off before I admit that I actually started learning how to cook just to impress him.

I had slowed down the car just so that I wouldn't making any sharp turns and wake him, so, I got bored really fast.

To pass the time, I began counting the number of cars that would drive pass. They were few though. It was almost midnight and most people were already home. However, I noticed a white sedan driving just a car space behind me. It wasn't coming closer, maintaining the space between us. I didn't think much about it. The driver, probably, wasn't in a hurry or he had a cute sleeping passenger in his car like I did.

I got worried though, when after I made two turns, I could still see a white sedan maintaining a one car distance away from me. My hand immediately flew under my seat and pulled out a loaded pistol that had been taped there. After looking at my sleeping passenger to make sure he was still far away in la la land, I pulled the safety on the weapon and held it just over my laps, navigating the steering wheel with one hand, one eye on the road ahead and one eye on the rear view mirror. Getting robbed or killed wasn't in my to-do list for the night. Especially not with Marco right next to me.

I made another turn and stepped a little harder on the gas, giving the car a good boost, causing Marco to stir a little. I let the gun slip in between my legs hiding it while trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Where are we?" He asked yawning, "and how long have I been out?"

"A few minutes" I said trying to take the edge off my voice, my eyes still on the rear view mirror.

"Where are we?" He asked again.

"I'm taking you to my place"

"So you were going to kidnap me"

I could hear the humor in his tone and I was sure he was smiling but I couldn't take my eyes off the white sedan so I just gave the only reply that came to my head; "something like that"

Seeing that he was now fully awake, I changed gears and stepped on it, putting the car a little above the speed limit.

I was expecting the white sedan to speed up too but it didn't and after a while the road behind me was clear. I didn't relax till I pulled up to my house and was safely parked in my garage.

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Let's just say, it's about to get wild.....

Enjoy😊