Nate
Your lips are extremely soft. A tender, soft kiss. My tongue wanders through her mouth as I wrap my hands around her neck, and our kiss becomes more intense, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Will lets go of my lips, our breaths are labored. I open my eyes, and I face his intense and hot gaze at me, I smile slightly at him, who pulls away a little.
— What's it? — I askat him, as I watch the nothingness in front of him.
— Nothing.
— Nothing? And are you like this?
— Is nothing!
— Are you sure? Did I do something wrong?
He looks at me, smiles, brings his hand to my face and caresses it.
— No, kitten! It's just... I'm in front of my house, and there are cameras at various points on this wall.
— I see... I thought I didn't deserve this kiss!
— Yes… You earned it! Changing the subject, do you remember the events we have to do this week, Nate?
— I think so. I know there's the Ost MV for the opening of the series, trailer release and the party on Saturday. I don't think I'm forgetting anything!
— That's right, and there are scenes from Episode 8 that we need to rehearse!
— We can rehearse at my place, Will!
— At your house, kitten? — he asks and uses that damn sexy, cynical smile. — Are we just going to rehearse?
— Will, don't start! Why did you do that?
— This what?
— Don't play the fool, you keep teasing me all the time! — I say, and he continues to smile.
— Because I like to see you like this with the red ear, and all dull.
[...]
I turn on the TV and pretend I'm watching some drama on the screen, but in fact I'm waiting for a specific sound, the bell. I made an appointment with him at three o'clock, it's already twelve-fifty and there's no sign of him.
Fuck Nate, what desperation is this?
It doesn't take long for the most awaited sound to be present in the environment. I jump off the couch for good, trip over the chair, stamp my foot.
— What is this chair doing in the middle of the road?
I run my hand through my hair. I straighten my shirt, and open the door. My expectation goes from 100 to 0.
— Oh uncle? — His look is curious when I say that.
— Were you expecting someone else?
— It's not that...
— From your disappointed face, yes it was!
I smile, let out a weak laugh to hide it.
— It's not that Will said he was coming... So I thought it was him! Goes into...
— No need, it's just that your mother said there was a letter of mine on the dinner table!
It doesn't take long for me to hand you the envelope. He takes it, smiles and stares at me like he wants to say something.
— Any problem, uncle?
— No, I'm just thinking about one thing... Never mind!
— What was it? I got curious...
— You look like you're in love!
Shit! I'm sure my mother went to say something to him. I just smile, and shake my head no. Before he says anything else, the reason for my embarrassment appears with that smile that makes me look like a sucker. He is next to my uncle, who smiles and greets him.
— How are you?
— I'm doing fine, P'Khalan!
— Don't say that, you make me feel older than I am! — He says and smiles.
— Sorry Khalan, it's the custom!
— All well. I'm leaving... Nate was very desperate waiting for you! — he says and smiles.
He leaves, and I let Will in. I walk over to the couch and sit down as he closes the door and kicks off my shoes.
— So you were desperate waiting for me? — He says as he sits next to me.
— So you started to piss me off early?
— I think it's so cute when you do that! — He says and strokes my hair.
— This what?
— This angry face, when in fact it's all pretense... — Just shake my head in the negative, get up and grab the notebook from the table.
— Let's stop talking, and do what we agreed! — I say as I sit next to him again.
— Already? I don't even get a kiss?
— If I say I want to, will I have to earn it?
— Not this time! — he says and approaches.
His lips gently touch mine, and I reciprocate in the same way. Our tongues meet, her hands cup my face while mine stroke her hair. He gives me light kisses, stops and smiles.
— I think now we can get started!
Am I supposed to feel this stupid with just a kiss and a smile? It shouldn't, but this is my current reality, in love with a silly boy, who makes me laugh at silly things, makes me embarrassed by anything silly he says, and makes my heart lighter, and my body horny. Holy shit, I'm fucked!
— Nate, are you okay? — He says and waves his hand in front of me, snapping me out of the trance.
— Of course, it's okay! Let's start?
— We will! He smiles, licks his lips.
— Yeah... So we have two or three scenes together, most of my scenes will be with the boys, and I have the fight scene, there's the scene after the game...
— What fight?
— I mean, the scene where they beat me and then I meet Wanchai, and he helps me go home.
— Oh I know, but which one do you want to rehearse?
— We can start with this scene I mentioned, Wanchai finds Thirasak after he gets beaten, and Thirasak insists on sleeping at his house! I say, and he looks at me, lets out a shameless smile, and I can already imagine he's thinking nonsense.
[...]
After all of Wanchai's act of finding Thirasak injured in the dressing room, we sit side by side on the couch, he holds a handkerchief, and pretends to be cleaning my wounds.
— Who did this to you?
I make a pained expression, lift my head and stare at him.
— The same group. Just because their girlfriends like my Instagram posts. What a stupid reason!
— Have you ever been hit before? — I shake my head in the affirmative, and he continues. — Why didn't you tell me?
I look at him, look down and see his face again.
— I didn't want you to worry.
He looks at me with disdain.
— Who's worried about you? I just don't like to see him hurt...
Hearing Wanchai's phrase, I can't stand it. I burst out laughing, and Will stares at me blankly.
— Nate, why are you laughing?
— Wanchai pretends badly, of course he's worried! — I say and keep smiling. — Wanchai says he's not worried about Thirasak, but he just doesn't want him to get hurt, isn't that the same as being worried?
— Wanchai being an idiot as usual, and trying to disguise what he feels for Thirasak after they declare he's a fool!
— I think he wants to take it slow, Thirasak has dated other guys, for Wanchai it's new!
— You look like you when you pretended you didn't feel anything for me, but you were dying to kiss me!
— Who was itching to kiss you, Will? I?
— Sure. So much so that it left my lips bruised on the day of the kiss recording, don't you remember? — he asks, and smiles.
— That's right, now, let's continue!
Will continues his “pseudo-concern” speech from the Wanchai, while I, or rather Thirasak, stops him from cleaning his mouth wound, grab his hand, and clings to his arm, propping my head on his shoulder.
— What got into you? — I cling closer to him and touch his chest. — Hey! What did you just do?
— You just healed me.
— You're a pervert! — he says, and I look at him with a pleading look, and I move even closer to him.
— Now I don't care if they beat me every day, as long as you take care of me...
— Stop being silly! — he says and I pull away so I can look into his eyes.
— On second thought, what if I'm ambushed on the way back? Can you sleep over at my place tonight?
Will stares at me in a way I already know is going to be silly.
— Of course I can, kitten!
— What the hell, Will. So I get distracted!
I get up angrily, walk down the hall to the kitchen, but before that he grabs my arm. I turn, and meet his pleading gaze.
— Hey kitten, sorry! — uses a sly tone. — Let's continue?
— Fine!
Holds my hand, we walked back to the couch. I sit next to her, and this closeness really isn't good, it makes me a little disconcerted when my eyes flit between hers, and her mouth. He licks his bottom lip, and accordingly, I bite mine. I move closer, and lightly touch his lips, stop and stare at him as he asks me something.
— What are you waiting for, kitten?
I smile, move forward and kiss him passionately. His tongue invades my mouth, I put my hands around his neck, I feel my body being pushed back a little, propping my back against the back of the couch, as he kisses harder. Will throws his weight on mine. What is he doing?
What does Will mean by taking his mouth from mine down to my neck and leaving me powerless to react? I think I know exactly what he wants! I pull his face away, and I put his mouth on mine, our tongues meet again, and all this makes me a little out of my mind. After all, I'm in the living room of my house, and my mother can arrive at any moment. Meanwhile, I feel his hand caressing my belly, touching my waist, this isn't working, he needs to stop.
— Will... Stop with... This!
— What was it? You do not like? — he asks all sly and looks at me with a malicious look, and he kisses me again lightly, and then starts a series of kisses down my neck, I feel something hard between us.
— Seriously... Stop it... — I push him away, he sits next to me, and he stares at me with a confused look.
— What was it?
— Didn't you notice?
— Of course I noticed you were getting hard! — he exclaims and smiles.
— It's not that, it's that we're in the living room of my house, and you kissing me like that, I'm... — I say as I pick up a pillow, and put it on my lap, the bastard just laughs like nothing happened. — And you're laughing?
— What do you want me to do? Although I can do something for you...
— Respect me, boy! Who do you think you are? — I say, and throw the pillow in his face.
He picks up the pillow and throws it back at me, smiles even wider, and teases me again.
— I'm the man of your life, Nate! The one who with a simple kiss, makes you hard!