Boys Love Boys

Does life imitate art?

Will

— What? Did you dream about me?

— Did I say that? It's not me...

— You did, but… — Before I finish my sentence, his phone goes dead, and that unbearable sound echoes in my ear. There's no way Nate could have hung up the phone in my face!

I really can't believe he did that. Tried calling back but the phone seems to be off, won't ring. If I was already shaken, I was even more so after his confessions. What does he want? Drive me crazy or something? He said he dreamed of me, and maybe he was embarrassed by what he said, or by the dream? This way I can't sleep. Breathe, close your eyes, tomorrow you need to be very relaxed, because the day will be long...

But how was that dream? Was mine done?

Will, you need sleep!

[...]

The shooting day was intense, I couldn't talk to Nate, he seemed to avoid me. When I left the set, my body was just asking for a bed. I went straight to the parking lot. I start the car, but something is wrong, it won't start. f**k, what's going on? I get out of the car, slam the door, and hear someone speak.

— What happened, Will? — Nate asks and approaches.

— The car won't start, and I'll have to call a taxi, or at worst, call the family driver! — he looks at me without quite understanding the reason for my reaction, and smiles.

— Because of this, you almost break your car door? Why don't you call the tow truck?

— Almost one o'clock in the morning? No, better leave it here, and tomorrow the trailer will come...

— Do you want a ride? — he talks and looks at me shyly, it seems that lately I don't see that intimidating look anymore, what's up with him?

— I want!

— But it's not an imported car!

— Funny... — I grimaced and smiled, he did the same.

As soon as I get in his car I remember that day, he was nervous, and he fumbled with the belt. If my cell phone hasn't rung, would we have kissed? Stop thinking nonsense!

We went along the way talking about the scenes we shot, but there was an awkwardness between us, and suddenly he was silent, and so was I. But I need to lighten this mood.

— Nate...

— What?

— Don't have music? — is always welcome.

— Feel free to put something to play!

I take out my cell phone, and coincidentally the first one that appears in the random one moves me, and just like the lyrics, my heart beats out of control when I look at it.

The car stopped just before the big iron gate.

— It's here? he asks, and I stare at him nodding my head positively. — I've always passed by here, I never imagined it to be a house, because of the high wall and this huge gate, I thought it was a factory!

— No, it's a house! — I say and look at him. — Nate...

— What?

— You said yesterday that you dreamed of me, and...

— Will… I think I said too much, I had been drinking, and…

-— All right! — I put my hand on my belt as he watches me, and his hand quickly touches mine. -— What's it?

— Okay... It's a lie, I didn't drink! I really dreamed about you the day I read some chapters of the novel again to better understand Thirasak's feelings for Wanchai, and the car scene stayed in my mind!

— What car scene?

— The one where their most intense first kiss happens, they kiss in the car, and the descriptions are pretty hot, and I figured it was me… — he looks nervous, and I am even more so, my heart is beating too fast.

— Did you imagine the two of us, and then dream? That's it? — I worked up the courage to ask, but not in the least to look at him.

— Will...

— What? — I ask, and finally look at him.

There's something different about his gaze, I don't know what it is... I just know his eyes are looking at me intensely, but without that intimidating tone, it's something... Ah, what am I doing? I can't look at him, it makes me too vulnerable, and it makes my heart beat too fast. We didn't say anything to each other, we just looked.

Nate bites his lip, leaving me completely lost, then unbuckles his seat belt, slowly advances toward me, I suddenly feel very insecure. He unhooks my belt and leans in even closer, his face just inches from me, he leans in and his lips touch mine slowly. He stops, stares at me, and I have nothing else to do, I close my eyes and surrender to the moment.

The tip of his hot tongue penetrates my mouth. Her lips touch mine with intensity. The tip of his tongue moves maliciously, and it drives me crazy. How well kiss that damn! His tongue plays inside my mouth, he sucks on my bottom lip. Nate, what the f**k are you doing to me? This is too good...

He pulls away from my lips, stares at me with lustful eyes, and tells me in a soft way that's barely audible, and makes me feel so light.

— I've wanted to do this for a while, but I didn't have the courage...

— Me too!

I cup her face, touch her lips hard, and insert my tongue into her mouth. Even if I wanted to stop, my mind no longer obeys any orders. Our kiss becomes intense, I bite his lower lip softly, and again my tongue asks for passage, and his intertwines with mine. I'm too hot, and a hand holds my head, his fingers tug at my hair, and it drives me crazy. f**k, what is he doing to me?

Reason tells me to stop, but I don't want to. His hand moves down to my abdomen, lifts my shirt, and caresses me. I feel like I need to stop, I start to feel intense heat, I can't breathe properly, my heart is pounding, and my d**k seems to give a sign of life. Damn, I'm in front of my house!

We need to stop, he drives me crazy. As we kiss, I feel his hands reach for the zipper of my pants, it makes me even harder. I can't... Someone might surprise us!

— Stop, stop... I'm in front of my house! — as I speak, he looks at me pleadingly.

— I know you want the same thing as me... We can go to my place! — her pleading look continues, and is accompanied by a honeyed voice.

Before I can answer, someone knocks on the car window. We look in the same direction, and there she is, with her accusing gaze. My mom.