ALEXIS ON FIRE PETER BOTH

Alexis on fire © 2017 by Peter Both. All rights reserved.

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To those who are stupid enough to believe in true

love...

Other titles by the same author:

Danny Boy

Sinful

Chapter 1

On that Saturday night, I was so bored that I’ve accepted Klein’s

invitation for a drink. And god knows how much I hate hanging

around Klein when he’s drunk. But I was single again…

Again, after 3 weeks with Dean…It was over! He was

way too unstable, suicidal, irresponsible and dirty…don’t ask

me why. Anyway, I wanted to forget about it, to think about

other stuffs, to drink, and not remember what I did the day

before.

“Abel! Over here!” shouted a waving hand in the crowd

across the road on Margaret Avenue. Klein! He told me to meet

him near the telephone booth at 10. It was only 9:45. Geez, I

thought I was early, he must be eager to meet me that bastard.

I don’t know how many times I’ve told him not to call me Abel. I

rapidly walked towards him and greeted him with a:

“Can’t you quit calling me Abel, jerk!” he responded

with a smile. In his low charming voice said:

“I can’t get you. Abel is such a beautiful name, why the

hell do you want people to call you, Will? It’s ugly,” he brushed

his black curls away from his eyes. Klein is handsome and he

knows it. Klein is that arrogant, loud, brainless guy. Whatever

his flaws he is still my best friend. Even if we are at each other’s

throats, we can’t seem to stay away for long. And he is always

there to comfort me during break ups. So points for him, I

guess. He grabbed my arms pulling me around the corner on

Bay Street.

“So where are we going?” I asked.

“To Ginger Club,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver…not with pleasure. Ginger Club is not actually a gay bar. Well, not officially at least. Sometimes some violent macho stumble in and get offended when naïve drunk man hit on them.

Damn, I hate that club and I have a very bad feeling about all this. The air was chilled, I was happy I had my jacket on. Klein clanged to me for a little warmth. He was wearing only a thin pale blue dress shirt. What was he thinking? As we walked down the street, a couple passed us by. The girl was staring, the guy looked away. I hate when people stare. I don’t want people to point at me. Klein pretended not to notice.

"Pervert!" I could hear them whisper. Maybe, it was that little voice in my head. Who knows?

I shake off that thought, because I was out to think about other things. It was over with Dean. Done! Along with the sufferings. Oh, I almost forget to tell you. My name’s Abel but everyone calls me Will. I’m 26, I’m single for the 11th time, and I like men.

Chapter2

Loud laughter’s came from the dark alley on our left. Harsh male voices rose and fell along with a quivering pleading one. Probably a kid being mugged. Klein was too busy planning his night to notice, the poor kid. I peeked and saw a young boy pinned to the wall by three tough looking bullies. I quickly averted my eyes as the guys move out of the shadows. It was none of my business, anyway. I am gay and it was a good reason for those bastards to beat me up. I am definitely not a hero…not tonight. We quickly strolled away.

The night started out slow. We had a few drinks and went to shake off the booze on the dance floor. The alcohol started to mix in my veins. Past midnight, I felt dizzy and knew I’ve reached my limit; also I had to walk back home. Klein was all red in the face and swayed from left to right as he walked to meet me at the bar. I hated it when he’s drunk! He’s loud and people kept staring! He throw himself at me, arms went around my shoulder. The barman rose an eyebrow at me.

“Abel, darling you’re so handsome with your big brown eyes. Why is it that we never hooked up?” I pushed him away with a frown. I can’t even imagine us together. I don’t think I’d enjoy it.

It was definitely time to go. But Klein insisted to stay. So I got fed up and left him behind. He was a big boy he could handle himself. It was almost one and really cold now. I held my collar tight around my neck. Still, the cold air slipped inside

making me shiver. The street was empty; streetlights were too dim for my taste. I hate it, what if some creep attack me while I’m not in my normal state…drunk! I quickly strode toward Margaret Avenue. I slowed down when I reached an adjacent the dark alley. Somehow, the streetlight didn’t reach that section of the road. The thought of the bullies I saw earlier was still fresh. I gathered my courage and marched on. I heard sobs. Damn, I hope it’s not a ghost or something. I hesitated and peeked over my shoulder. Nothing. The street was empty. Stupid thought! But I heard it again more clearly. I stopped and the cold wind hit me harder. My nose and fingers were freezing.

“Sir!” said a trembling voice coming from the alley. Shit! I wasn’t dreaming, I really heard something.

“Sir, please help me,” a dark shadow stood in the alley. All I thought was…a fucking ghost! And I shivered this time not from the cold. The thing came closer…I couldn’t move…it stepped into the light…trembling and dirty. It was a kid. Somehow, his nudity didn’t shock me. I was too relief that he wasn’t a damn ghost that I let out a laugh. It sounded more like a choked sound. After some seconds, I wasn’t drunk anymore. I took a step towards him and he hid into the shadows.

Damn, what happen to him? Mugged? Robbed? Raped? Was he the guy I saw earlier? The guilt punched me in the guts. Here was an opportunity to redeem myself.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Are you ok?” I held out a helping hand. “Were you robbed? Do you want me to call the police?”

“No police please! I…I got lost, I’m cold,” his voice quivered.

“Come, I’ll give you my jacket, I won’t hurt you. Come, I don’t live far,” I reluctantly peeled out of my warm jacket. But it was the right thing to do.

“But people will see me,” he sobbed.

“It’s ok, there’s no one out here at this hour. It’s almost one. You’ll freeze to death if you stay in this alley,” as I finished my phrase I felt his cold hand grab mine. He was still young, barely legal. His body was bruised up. Those damn bullies!

“Did they hurt you? Or something else...” I know I shouldn’t have asked it so rapidly I couldn't bring myself to say the word rape. He shakes his head “no”. I handed him my jacket. He struggled to get it on. How long was he standing here in that dark alley? I can’t imagine the humiliation. He jumped as I touched his shoulder to help him.

“It’s ok, I won’t harm you, let’s just get out of here quickly. Can you walk?” he nodded yes. He pulled the zipper closed with trembling hands. He was tiny it covered his upper thighs leaving long legs naked to the biting cold. We were lucky there was no one on Margaret Avenue and on Hamilton Road. My house was just around the corner. He tripped and I got in time to catch him, damn this is bad, I thought. I was having a lot of trouble to focus due to the alcohol, the stress, him being naked. Yeah I know, I shouldn’t think about those stuffs but I do and I can’t help it. I averted my eyes from his legs.

I used my last strength to open the front door; we both collapsed in the hallway. I was out of breath, he wasn’t that heavy. We remained bundled on the floor, panting. My eyes kept going that to those slim thighs, beautiful legs, smooth skin… damn it, focus! Focus! I’ve got to get up …close the door. At least, switch on the lights. We sat there listening to each other breathing. It was all I was getting tonight. No fun.

I smiled at him and he quickly moved away. A square of orange streetlight hit half of his face leaving the other half hid in the shadows. I pushed the door shut with my shoe and staggered to my feet using the wall as support. Flipped the switch. Blinding lights hit my face. The hallway bathed into warmness. He looked up at me. It was then that I noticed the white makeup around his eyes and the little star stickers on left of his cheek.

Chapter3

I waited outside the bathroom shifting on my feet. I couldn’t stand up anymore. My head was spinning and my guts in an even worst state. I could hear water running and my stomach screaming for help. Damn, I need to puke, I felt it coming. Hurry up. That soar taste hit my mouth. Taking deep breath was useless. I knocked on the door.

“Are you ok in there?” I asked trying hard to stay cool. I didn’t hear anything, only the sound of water rushing down the drain. Was he all right in there? I did’t want to see some bloody suicidal corpse in my bathroom; it would give me nightmares for the rest of my life. Just when I reached for the doorknob, the door opened. A gush of hot air rushed out with the smell of soap and shampoo. It played out like vision from a movie. It must be… he was not handsome but beautiful…all bruise up but still, beautiful. My gray shirt looked like an oversized dress covering the pair of shorts I lent him. My heart squeezed in my chest. Just then, I remembered something. I pushed him aside, rushed to the toilet, got seconds to lift up the seat. Then…

“BBBBBBWWWAAAARRRRGGGGHHH! Cough! Cough!”

Ok, please don’t look this way! I am…and feel horrible, right now. I stunk, like any drunk homeless guy. I feel miserable but nothing compare to what just happen to him. I feel sicker than before but at least I can focus.

“Sir, are you ok?” he clung to the doorframe. No, I’m not ok. But remained silent.

After emptying my stomach again and brushing my teeth, twice. I finally turned to face him. He looked pale. I must have freaked him out. Geez, too bad for the first impression. Anyway… On to restoring my white knight image.

“I’m Abel,” I extended my hand but he just stared at it. Ok, that wasn’t very thoughtful of me. After what he went through, he must hate physical contact. I retrieved my hand and not knowing what to do with it. I shoved it in my pocket. “What’s your name…?” I totally forgot that I hated my name...should I correct myself. Wouldn’t it be weird? Funny how alcohol can mess you up. I took a step toward the door, the effect of the small bathroom and hot air was starting to get to me. He jumped out of the way as if he got an electric shock. Come on, why do I find his stray cat act cute. What was wrong with me? So fragile, so broken…too bad, I don’t stand a chance. I walked passed him feeling happy to breathe the fresh air of the corridor. It held a mixture of shampoo and soap… ah, so nice. Then I heard his small trembling voice.

“I’m Ryu…thanks for the clothes and for letting me use your bathroom,” I stopped and turned slowly. I felt like some perv lusting on this teenager. But damn he was cute, I wanted to hug him. It was the alcohol. Always blame the booze. Right now, all he needed was to get home and sleep.

“You…” we both said at the same time. I smiled he frowned. He opens his mouth then grimaced as if he couldn’t figure out what to say next. Ok, I need to sleep.

“Ryu, it’s late so why don’t you sleep here, you can have my bed,” I gestured to the door on the left at the end of the corridor. “…and I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room.” Done. Here, I was a white knight.

***

Ryu sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes blank. I had my face buried in the closet searching for a spare pillow and fresh sheets. I pulled away to study his profile from the corner of my eyes. My old closet was dark and heavy; it didn’t really fit the style in my room with the rest of the modern furniture. I couldn’t throw it away, it was all I had left of my dead mother, the only souvenir. She had really bad taste but she was a good mom when she wasn’t drunk. Ok, I’m not going to think about my tragic childhood and why I’m gay. One book won’t be enough to tell my long, sad story. Back to Ryu. His fragile body sitting on the edge of my bed. Oh god, how I wished he was here in my room waiting for me to do kinky stuffs. I shook my head trying to rid of my bad bad thoughts. I needed sleep to help me deal with the naughty thoughts and the alcohol. Blame the booze.

“Mr. Abel,” his small voice called, I turned away from the horrible wardrobe holding a pillow and a blanket. The moment I laid my eyes on him, the bad bad thoughts came rushing back. Shit, focus.

“Cut the Mister. Just call me Abel,” I smiled and placed what I was holding on the bed.

“What do you do…” his voice trail off.

“What’s the matter Ryu?” I took a couple of steps towards him. Bad idea.

“What do you do,” he started again “…when you want to have a serious partner?” it caught me off guard. Ok, he was in shock or something. I needed to sleep my alcohol away. Anyway, what was I supposed to answer?

“Everything is going to be ok,” I turned away from the bed putting a safe distance between us, for my sake. “You’ll feel better after some sleep”. I kept avoiding eye contact. No need to play with fire, the alcohol was already doing a good job. I was on my way to the door when I heard the bed springs groaned. Ryu stood up.

“Do you think love exist between two men?” I froze. Did he figure out that I was gay? There were not much brain cells working due to the alcohol. Blame the booze. What he said send the rest to sleep. I stood there staring at the open door leading to the corridor.

“You must be disgusted? You must be…” he voice was shaking so badly that I couldn’t make out the words, he was crying but I didn’t dare to look.

“I…I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted someone to love me,” he cried.

“Me too,” the words escaped my lips before I could stop myself. What the hell was I blabbering? I just broke up with Dean. I know that love is very difficult especially between same-sex couple. I knew better. I’ve been treated like shit for as

long as I’ve been in the harsh dating field. It’s a jungle out there. War. It was terrible, hurtful, the sex not always beautiful, to say the least. A dog gets better treatment...maybe not, depends on what part of the globe you’re referring. I turned around making a fist ready to protest. When I saw his face, all my argument drained out of me.

“True love?” he whispered. I know kid... everyone believe in this shit. It’s a lie, but I want to believe in it too. That’s why I’m still searching.

“Mr. Abel,” he took a step forward, towards me. No, no, bad idea, don’t come near me.

“It’s Abel,” I corrected. This kid is dangerous!

Chapter 4

I wanted to run but I could not move. Not nice at all, kid! My heart raced with the open door on my left. I could make a run for it. But my white knight image will take a hit.

“Abel,” he said in a tiny pleading voice. His warm chocolate eyes bore into mine. He rested on hand on my chest. His warm bled into the fabric of my shirt. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. Great! Just great. And his touch was great.

“Abel… I’ve run away from home, my parents,” he looked away. He was close enough that when his head moved his hair brushed against my nose. I had to do an extra effort not to sniff him. But I did. Damn, he smells good! He had cornered me against the closet door. Sneaky.

“…they hate me, they hate what I am. But I only want to be happy. I only wanted love…I’ve got nowhere to go now,” I find myself hugging his frail shoulders delicately. He didn’t push me away. Actually, he sunk in my arms sobbing...so tiny and fragile.

“It’s going to be ok,” I said as I kiss his humid hair, remembering the pain I once felt when I was rejected from my family for being who I am. I remembered, oh so clearly all the sleepless nights crying and alone. “It’s going to be ok, I promised,” I stroked his back. His skin felt warm under the lame t-shirt. I wanted to touch him some more but then snapped out

of it. This was dangerous. I held him at arm’s length. He look up at me with teary eyes, I looked away. Get out of there.

“You really need to sleep, we’ll figure out what to do tomorrow, ok,” I gave him a nervous smile. He wiped his eyes and nodded. Ok, we just saved the day…Night. Whatever. Just get out of the room. Now!

“Goodnight,” I said, he hesitated.

“Good night, Abel,” I like the way he says my name. I think I’ll like that name if he keeps saying it. I turned, grabbed the knob and closed it behind me silently without looking back. Phew! That was close!

Now on to sleeping, the couch was horrible, the hard cushions ate into my skin. After a while of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. Dreamless, heavy, and snoring.

Morning came with a nail-piercing headache. Good morning hangover! That couch really did hate me; my skin was covered with ripples and rash. I was sore all over, eyes felt heavy. I sat there for a minute, feet on the cold floor trying to gather my thoughts. Last night? Klein...at the thought of his red drunk-face my mouth twisted in disgust, or was it annoyance?

“Crap,” I muttered. What else? The alley...the boy in the alley! Yes, I took him home. He'd run away from home! I covered my eyes trying to block the harsh light and massaged my temples in the attempt to ease the aggravating migraine. It didn't help. Water! I need water... lots of it. My tongue felt dry as a bucket of sand.

I managed to walk to the kitchen, opened the tap and poured myself a glass of water, that I drunk in one sip. The second glass, felt better. At the third one, my brain started working again. I tiptoed to the bathroom upstairs and took a leak. My tired face frown back at me in the mirror over the sink. I quickly brushed my teeth. Couldn’t do anything about the face. The boy...Ryu, was it? Will he be hungry? Will he need a toothbrush? I was sure I didn’t have a spare one. Ok, my fridge was empty too. I don't even have coffee. The typical single guy apartment.

The walk to the shop around the corner helped a lot. It was still early, the air was cold but it helped numb my headache. The pain was less piercing. To my surprise, when I turned the corner I found a couple of people standing with their bags waiting for the shop to open. Damn it, I didn't take my phone. I don't remember looking at it at all last night. How did I change my pants? I don't have a slight idea. I was wearing gray sweat pants. As I was assessing my misadventure, the shopkeeper pulled up the shutters. The first clients started to complain, with one icy look, the gray haired shopkeeper shut them up. Talk about customer service.

"What do you think I was doing? For crying out loud. I ain’t happy to wake up this early to sell you some bread! Damn it, at my age, in this cold," he mumbled as he opened the door to let the freezing clients in. This shop has the worst service ever but it's the only one opened in the neighborhood. It will make do. I waited my turn. What do I need? Eggs, coffee, sugar, a toothbrush, bread...what if he's vegan? Let's hope not, I

didn't bring enough money to buy vegan stuffs...what do they even eat? Green veggies with BIO written on it.

After a lot of patience with the old grumpy shopkeeper and his nasty remarks when I asked for eggs (Well, I'm crossing this shop off my list. Note to myself, never ever step in that shop again) I took my groceries and got out as quickly as possible. I felt the migraine rushing back. As soon as I was walking away, I felt better. Must be the cold air.

The house was still silent when I came back, he must be sleeping. That's good. I don't know what I'll do with him. With him? I left the brown paper bag next to the sink. Switched the coffee machine on and wondered to the living room. I have to work at 8 A.M. Where did I put my phone? What time was it? I frenetically searched all over the house for that damn phone, overturned cushions and searched pockets.

Finally, I found it squeezed between two cushion of the cursed couch. It really didn't like me. It must be haunted or something. I'll have to kick it out when I have some extra cash to replace it. Maybe buy something comfortable and white. It will lighten the room. Perhaps change the curtains too, a lighter shade of grey. What the hell am I thinking... curtains? I've got a breakfast to cook before he wakes up! I've got to admit, it's been a while since I felt that way. I'm not talking about the bad hangover or the way my stomach kicked each time I moved. But shopping early in the morning, cooking breakfast, waiting for someone to wake up, having breakfast together. Aaah! I'm expecting something! No, this is bad. I will get hurt. I don't want it. He's just a kid, he'll get up, eat and disappear and you

will go on with your life. End of the story. So get this out of your head, it will not happen, nothing will happen. This kid is a trouble kid, you don't want that. He’s definitely dangerous.

Sound of rustling upstairs pulled me from my inner war. Footsteps followed, I rushed to the kitchen.

"Mr. Abel? Mm…Abel," called a tiny voice in the corridor.

"Over here, in the kitchen," I shouted. I washed a pan then looked up. He has more colors today, now I can see him better. He’s more than cute. Tan skin, big brown eyes, and a heart-shaped face that goes well with the slim body.

“I got you a toothbrush. You should freshen up. Breakfast will be ready shortly,” I handed him the brush still in it’s wrapping. He nodded. “There’s towels in the bathroom. You remember where it is?” he nodded again.

“Thank you,” he smiled. Cute. I quickly averted my eyes. What's wrong with my brain? I turned away facing the stove. Better keep my hands busy or my brain will roam all over the place. I heard him climb the stairs then water running.

"You want coffee?" I asked, not waiting for an answer, I took out two mugs. I only have one hour to eat, shower and go to work. The pan was heating; I put on some cooking oil. When I turned to grab the eggs, I found him standing next to the fridge.

“Jesus, you startled me,” I laughed. He stood next to me. It was not helping. I'm going to burn the eggs, that's for sure. He watched with interest.

"I hope you don't mind my not so pro cooking," I turned to check on him, he was smiling. His smile was contagious; I went back to my cooking. No, don’t this to me. Definitely dangerous. I was sweating by the time the simple omelet was done.

"Eggs, fresh bread and coffee, here you go," I said as I lay one plate and a mug at the dinner table. He followed me and sat in front of the plate.

"Thanks," he smiled. He's breaking my heart with his smiles. I turned around throw two more eggs in the pan.

"So are you feeling better today?" I asked as I stirred the eggs. I wasn’t an omelet guy, scrabbled was just fine.

"Yes, thanks for letting me borrow your bed. Since I ran away you're the first nice person I meet," he lower his head. I grabbed a plate and dumped the eggs on it then poured my coffee. Ah, finally coffee! I sat down smiling. Well, he just told me I was nice. Of course, I'm happy.

"Bon appétit," eating breakfast with someone surely get you in a good mood. Somehow, I forgot my hangover and started eating. We ate in silence, my stomach was doing an extra effort to process the alcohol and the food. When I get up to do the dishes, he offers to help. But I kindly refused. You don’t let guest do the dishes. What kind of white knight would I

be? Anyway, the kitchen area was too small to fit two person without them brushing against each other. It was too early to fuel my fantasies, better stay on the safe side.

Ryu went back leaning against the fridge. He was clearly disappointed. I had to press my lips together to hide my smile. Smiling around him will soon become my new thing. I wanted him to stay. But I was a fool to think so.

“I have to get ready to go to work,” I looked in his direction. He was biting his lips. No, don’t…do that. “Can I drop you somewhere?” he lowered his head. Not, the kicked puppy look. Have mercy on me.

“Th-they stole everything I had. My bag, my money, everything,” I wiped my hands on the back pocket of my pants. I scratched my head.

“Well, I could offer you to stay…” my voice trailed off. It sounded wrong even as I said it. Wrong for him. I was trying to protect him from me. I was not a predator. But I was not innocent either. He met my gaze with sparkling eyes. Hope. Please, you’re killing me.

“You could?” he asked tentatively.

“But, my fridge is empty. I don’t want you to starve when I come back,” his shoulders sagged.

“Ok, I’ll go. I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he said in a small voice. So unfair, he kept pulling at my heart string.

“Well, maybe I have another idea,” he looked up half-smiling. “I work at a shop found in Crystall mall at the corner of Royal Street and Deforges. You know where it is?” he frowned and shook his head.

“I’m not familiar with the names,” his pushed his hair away from his face, they were dark and wavy reaching over his ears. Just the length I like when you kiss someone and you grab a handful… No. Go back to the plan. What was I saying, already?

“Well, you could hang out at the mall then later we could grab lunch. There’s a lot to see around the mall. They even have an art gallery, if that’s your thing. Time will fly by. If you’re bored you can keep me company at the shop, I finish at 5, then we can go back home together,” that sounded like I was talking to a date. His smile widened.

“You would do that for me? Let me stay?” his eyes were welling up. No more puppy eyes, for god sake. I wanted to reach over and take him in my arms.

“Sure, you’re in serious need of a helping hand. I can’t kick you out wearing my old shirt and my stripes boxer. What kind of man do you think I am?” he stared in fascination. I wasn’t sure where to look after my declaration.

“You moved me to tears. I’ve only met terrible human beings. You’re so kind,” fat tears rolled down his cheeks. I pushed away the sink, closed the distance between us.

“It’s going to be ok,” I took him in my arms. “Promise,” damn, don’t make promises you can’t keep. He dove his face into my chest. His hands held tightly on my back. My heart was racing like mad. What was I doing? Ok, that’s enough. I got my hands away but his shook his head, refusing to let go.

“Ryu, please. I mm, well,” how do I explain the situation? With him clinging to me like that it will get my hope up. And I seriously needed to stay away from him. I patted his back as he sob. I was getting hot as the minutes went by. Have mercy. “Ryu,” I ran my fingers gently in his hair. He looked up at me. He grabbed a handful of fabric on the front of my shirt and pulled me down. My eyes widened. Wait! What is going on? His lips met mine. The worst, I didn’t try to resist. He groaned into my mouth. I pulled him against me. All rational thoughts went out the window. His mouth taste of mint. I ran my hand into his hair.

Wake up! A tiny voice shouted. I blinked and jumped away from him. We stared at each other while panting. Shit! That was hot. What the hell just happened?

“I-I’m sorry,” he looked away blushing. His ears turned red. He placed a trembling hand over his mouth. He dashed to the corridor bumping in one chair on his way. He is running away. I rushed after him. I heard the front door rattled on it’s hinges. The front door was locked.

“Wait,” his hand froze on the knob. His back facing me.

“Don’t come any closer. You must feel disgusted. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kiss you but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve

ruined everything,” why was he that cute? “Open the door, I don’t want to be a bother,” I grabbed the keys from a hook near the door. It jingles as I came closer to him. He flinched when I stood behind him.

“I’m not disgusted,” I whispered. He shivered as I leaned against his back. “I didn’t want the kiss to end,” I placed my arms on both side of his head blocking all escape, my palms stretched over the door. The keys hanged from my left index.

“Please, don’t make fun of me,” he trembled against me. “You’re handsome and I can’t think straight,” I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead on the back of his head. I smiled it was too much. I nuzzled his hair he let out a moan.

“Abel, please,” he melted against me; he threw his head back giving me access to his neck. I trailed his soft skin with kisses. “Don’t tease,” he pleaded. I spun him around and looked him in the eyes.

“I like men,” he frowned at me. “I’m gay and I like you to stay. But you’re a temptation. I tried to be a gentlemen. However, you did everything to make me go insane,” I exhaled. He didn’t seemed to believe me. I let go of him. Standing this close was not good; my eyes kept going back to his lips. “Look, I want to help you but you’re a minor and I don’t want to go to jail. You can stay. I promised I won’t touch you,” here I was making promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.

“You’re really like men?” he said with a timid voice. I gave him a slow smile.

“You know what; I don’t fall for everyone just because I’m gay. I have my standards. I didn’t want to be a creep especially with what happened to you. I didn’t want to you to feel oblige just because I’ve rescued you,” he lowered his head, hands griping the front of his t-shirt. Cute.

“Can we start over…as if we’ve met for the first time?” he murmured. He lifted his head again and oh, those pretty eyes were calling me. Bewitching eyes. I extended my hand with a smirk.

“Hi, I’m Abel,” he raised a trembling hand to meet mine. His grip was light. I gave it a firm shake. He giggled. I didn’t let go.

“Hi, I’m Ryu,” I leaned in and our lips brushed. I was going to be late for work. I didn’t really mind. I pressed him against the door devouring his soft lips. He held on, arms over my shoulder.

“Wait, you’re a minor,” I gave a panicked gaze at him.

“I’m legal, I may look young but I’m actually 22,” I pursed my lips at him. Was he pulling my leg?

“They stole everything. I can’t prove my age. You just have to trust me,” maybe he was right. I’ll just have to trust him. I laced my fingers with his. I let out a sigh.

“Ok, I’m going to trust you,” he stood on his tiptoes and gave me a quick peck. I swapped him off his feet and swirled him around in my arms. He giggled with joy. “Will you stay?” he wiggled his legs, they hovered off the floor. His eyes sparkled.

“Yes,” he smiled. Damn, I was the happiest man ever.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you like it. It’s very different from Danny boy that talks about broken hearts. This one actually have a happy-ending. Your comments and suggestion are welcome. If you saw some errors and grammar, I’m really sorry. This is a raw version of my story. If you want to hear more about, Adel and Ryu shout out. I’ll be happy to hear from you. All my stories are free for download. I want it to be accessible to all my readers. The only way I finance my writing is by Ko-fi (a funding platform for creatives) I’m not asking you to throw money at me. I’m just saying it’s here only if you want to donate something. Check out my Instagram @peterboth.author My ko-fi account kofi.com/peterboth Also, if you’ve read this story anywhere else than my website please send me a little mail on peterbothauthor@yahoo.com This story is only available via my website peterboth.yolasite.com if you got it elsewhere note that it was posted there without my permission. Please do not support pirate website. Thanks for your support dear readers. Love you.

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