Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 18

Chet's POV

Later that night, after Rylan left and I was alone in bed, I clicked on my moms contact to call her.

Even though it was late, she picked up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie. I was just about to go to bed, what's up?"

"Oh." My head titled as I thought about it. "You should probably sleep then, since you get up early."

"You're always more important, pup. Did you need something?"

"Um." Do I just come out and say it? "..I got a boyfriend.."

For a moment, all I could hear was her silence and some shifting around. "A boyfriend!" She sounded interested. "What happened? It's been a day since you told me you didn't have anyone you like."

"I thought you might get upset.." I trailed off as I picked at my sheets absentmindedly. "It just happened today."

"I would never get upset at you for something like that." Even as she said this, I couldn't help but think back to high school. "What's he like? Tell me about him."

I probably shouldn't tell her there's two of them.

But I want to.

The possible consequences that could come with that outweighed telling her. "It's Kyler."

She seemed even more surprised. "Kyler! What a sweetheart~ How long has this been going on?"

"Um, I think I've liked him for a while, I don't know."

"You think?"

I tried to think about how to word it so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. Rylan was part of the reason I realized I liked Kyler so it was a little hard to explain it. "I realized I liked him weeks ago but I think I've liked him longer than that."

"I see." She hummed in understanding. "Well how is living with him gonna be now? And you two work together as well, right? Are you gonna be okay?"

"Um," I mumbled thoughtfully, "I don't know. It just happened today so we haven't had time to talk about it, I guess. Should I?"

"I think it's best if you do, just so you know what to do at work and what not to do."

"What else should I do?"

"That's up to you, sweetie. I'm just a little worried since you two are gonna be around each other so much."

"I like that."

"I know." She soothed. "It's just not great for couples to see each other 24/7. It's good to see other people, have your own life, you know."

I didn't understand why I had to do that. It was already hard enough not being able to see Rylan all the time. Why would I wanna do that with Kyler too? "It's fine." I dismissed her worries. "I have my own friends and even if I didn't, Kyler is enough."

It was quiet for a long minute. "..I'm happy that you like him so much." Before I could thank her, "Have you talked to Penelope at all?"

My eyebrows scrunched. "No, why would I?"

"I'm just wondering if she's ever reached out to you after everything that happened-"

"Nothing happened." I interrupted her, quickly finding myself in a mood.

She seemed distressed by my sudden attitude and I could vaguely picture her ears lowering into her hair. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have asked that, I'm sorry."

It grew silent again.

"..I'm happy for you, Chet. I really am, I just can't help but worry. You're my baby, I'm always going to worry about you no matter what you do. I do that as your mother, not..." She trailed off and it was silent again.

As quickly as my mood had dropped, I still didn't want her to be upset. "I know.. thank you."

She seemed to want to say more but decided against it. "I'm gonna head to bed now but I love you. Maybe next time you come home you can bring Kyler too, okay?"

I doubted I would but I still nodded. "Okay, I love you too." After saying goodnight, I sighed and laid back on my bed.

While petting Sammy, who was curled up beside my thigh, I stared at my ceiling. "I think I made her upset." He blinked at me and I felt grateful for any response at all.

Just as I was about to go to sleep, only twenty minutes after getting off the phone with my mom, my phone lit up with a text.

Tracy: mom said you got a boyfriend?? since when have you liked boys?

My ears perked when I saw it was from my older sister.

Me: since now

Tracy: aren't they nice?

Me: yeahh

Me: don't tell mom

Me: but i have two !!

Tracy: two boyfriends??

Me: yess

When I didn't get an immediate response, my tail gradually stopped wagging under me.

Me: are u telling mom /:

Me: pls don't

Tracy: i'm not i'm not. just trying to comprehend how my BABY brother got two boyfriends and i have none

Me: so u won't tell mom?

Tracy: as long as u don't tell her about last year then she won't hear anything from me

Me: i'll take it to the grave ‍

Tracy: can i at least tell vincent

Seeing my brothers name, my nose scrunched.

Me: no he's annoying

Tracy: that's fair

Tracy: gtg but i'm happy for u

Tracy: just be careful okay ily

I knew she meant well but I was growing tired of my entire family telling me to be careful whenever I had the slightest interest in someone. They don't do that to her or Vincent.

Vincent has a girlfriend right now and nobody questioned him when he got in a relationship, nobody worried about him. Why are they always treating me differently?

The only one who didn't was my dad and that was probably only because he didn't care. He cared to a certain extent, but only the 'awkward dad extent' where you didn't want to even tell them anything because they'd respond with a thumbs up or pat on the back.

Thinking about how my mom brought up Penelope only made my ears twitch in annoyance. I deleted her contact over a year ago, there was no reason for her to worry about it.

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The next day, I found out that apparently deleting someone's contact doesn't mean they can't text you.

[Unknown Number] Hi, Chet. I was wondering how you've been doing lately? Let me know when you can, take your time :) Thank you.

It was a horrible way to start my morning. The text itself wasn't what annoyed me, I immediately blocked her and deleted the text so I wouldn't have to look at it.

It was because there was no way it was just a coincidence that she texted me the day after I told my mom that I'm dating someone.

Mom reached out to her, told her about my supposed problems, and had her contact me. She couldn't have even waited a while for it to seem like a coincidence?

Do I really seem that crazy to people? Even my own mom?

Effectively knocking me out of my thoughts, Kyler leaned over the couch and brushed my hair back. "What's wrong?"

When my eyes focused, I was immediately met with his face only a few inches from mine. "Nothing's wrong."

He hummed softly and leaned down to kiss me. It was only a peck, before he was leaning back and squeezing my shoulders, but it still had my heart racing. "Let's go."

Any thoughts of my mom and Penelope were forgotten as I followed Kyler to the door. He waited while I put my running shoes on and held the door for me once I was done.

Sammy followed us, wiggling with uncontainable excitement, as we walked towards the elevator. His leash only let him get so far ahead but he still seemed overjoyed with the knowledge that we were going for our usual run.

My walking faltered when I felt Kyler place his hand on the small of my back while we waited for the elevator. When he noticed I was looking at him, he subtly raised his eyebrows. "Hm?"

Silently shaking my head, I felt my stomach flutter as we stepped in and clicked for the lobby.

"Do you wanna try three miles today? I have work a little later than usual."

"Can we?" I asked, already feeling my tail wag with excitement. As if sensing that our run was gonna be longer, Sammy started whining while wiggling in place.

Kyler laughed at his little dance but quickly calmed him down.

When we stepped out of the elevator, I was preparing myself for the disappointment I'd feel when he dropped his hand, but it never came.

I wasn't sure if it was because the lobby was empty or he genuinely didn't care, but he kept his hand on the small of my back until we were outside. There, he dropped his hand and sifted around in his jacket pockets for his airpods. Once they were fished out, he offered me a bud that I happily took.

On our runs, we usually didn't talk. Too out of breath and focused on running, we shared airpods silently and checked in with each other now and then.

We still had a small walk to do before we got to the park so I felt a little disappointed when he didn't put his hand back.

His hand's free. I stared at it intently and watched it gently sway with each step he took. He has long fingers.

Like I've seen so many other couples do, I wanted to hold his hand. But as much as I wanted to, I wasn't sure if I was allowed. Because we're both men.

Before I could grow sad, my ears perked when he suddenly held up his hand with his fingers spread apart, as if silently offering it to me. Is he-? When I glanced back up, he was still looking forward as if it were any other day.

He must, right?

Hesitantly, just in case I was wrong, I grabbed his hand and threaded my fingers with his. When he didn't pull away and let our hands fall between us instead, my tail started wagging a lot faster. He noticed me staring.

"Is it okay to do this?" I asked.

Tightening his grip, he nodded. "I don't care what people think. Do you?"

"No!" I quickly denied, afraid he might pull away if I hesitated.

"That's good. People can dickscks about same s*x couples sometimes but you just have to ignore it. If they make it a big enough problem where they get physical, just punch them."

"Has anyone ever said anything bad to you?"

"Not by strangers, no. Sometimes they stared when I was with my ex but that was about it."

Ignoring how much I didn't like him even mentioning the word 'ex', I asked, "Maybe because you're so big they don't say anything."

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye before looking forward again. "You shouldn't have any problems either then."

"If I do, I'll just ignore them."

If it wasn't Rylan, Kyler, or Harrison, I didn't really care about their opinions.

"You think Rylan's had to deal with anything bad?" I asked, suddenly missing him. "Since he dresses a little feminine."

"Probably, yeah. He seems like the type not to care though, or at least ignore them." The thought of someone possibly harassing him had me frowning. Should I ask Kyler to up my weights soon?

While I got lost in thought about how I could build my arms more, Kyler tugged me to the side a bit. I didn't realize why until some woman who was jogging went to pass us.

Our eyes met for just a moment before her gaze lowered to our hands and then she kept running. It was only a matter of seconds but her stare felt intrusive.

"Ah." I nodded. "I see."

Her stare didn't seem hostile or disgusted, it just felt like she was staring at a car wreck that was hard to look away from.

Kyler glanced at me again to gauge my reaction. Seeing I was unaffected, "Staring happens a lot in public. You sure you don't mind?"

"They can stare, I don't care." Then they'll see he's taken, by me specifically. I hope they stare. "Unless you do, then I'm okay with only being like this when we're alone."

"Nah, I don't care." He squeezed my hand, "We shouldn't have to act different for other people's sake."

So grownup-y. "Is your family supportive that you're gay? Or are you not out?"

"Uh," he hesitated, "I didn't really come out to them. They just found out on their own. My sister is supportive and my mom at least tolerated it but my dad is kinda homophobic."

"Really?" I frowned, not having known this before. Immediately, I hated him.

"He was born and raised in Hawaii and the part we were from wasn't that accepting of gay rights. After he found out, he let me stay until I graduated but after that I had to find my own place to live."

As he told me about his dad, a permanent frown was set on my lips. I hadn't even thought twice about telling my mom I liked boys, knowing she would readily accept me no matter what. Sometimes I forgot other people's situations were drastically different.

"He didn't hit me or anything, he just stopped liking me as I got older."

I didn't think there was a reason to thank my mom for the bare minimum, but maybe I should feel grateful I've never been put in a position like his.

"Is that when you moved to California?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "my sister and I moved together but it was really expensive, even with two jobs each, so we came here instead."

I've never been put in a position where I needed to get a job, nonetheless two. Suddenly, I felt a lot more bad about upsetting my mom when she was only worried about me.

"I'll beat up your dad." I told him firmly.

His lips twitched up and I could feel the subtle squeeze of his hand. "You sure you want to? He's even taller than me."

"..How tall?"

"About 6'6."

"...Does he workout?"

"I'm not sure about anymore but he used to a lot."

"Do you have any other short, homophobic family members?"

"Can't say I do~"

"..I can't really fight so.."

Kyler laughed and Sammy quickly whipped his head back at us when he heard the noise. "I can't even imagine you in a fight."

"I've punched someone before!" I told him matter of factly.

"Really? How come?"

"This guy was following me and my friend around so I just punched him."

He looked impressed. "Good job."

Sadly, I could see the parks entrance quickly approaching. Too caught up in talking with him, I didn't realize how quickly we got here.

Eventually, we did have to drop hands. While I let Sammy off his leash and reminded him not to run too far ahead, Kyler clicked shuffled on our running playlist. "Three miles, yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded while Childish Gambino's voice flooded my ear.

During the entire three miles, while listening to his steady breathing and our heavy steps, I wondered if we would hold hands on the way back home.

I wasn't disappointed.

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rylan will be in next chapter i promise