Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 2

"It's your birthday, eat whatever you want." I crouched down and stared at the small pack of mini cupcakes. They didn't look good, to be honest. They look like they they'd been on this shelf for months and jostled around but this was a gas station, it'll do.

I grabbed them and a pack of dollar candles a few feet away. He peered over my shoulder, curious and invasive. "Cupcakes." He breathed out. "I love cupcakes."

"Sorry there's no regular cake." I stood back up and be blinked, as if just realizing they were for him.

"For me?" He pointed at his chest, tail starting to wag rapidly when he already assumed the answer.

"I mean, I was hoping you'd share but if you really want them all, you can~" I was only teasing but he immediately jumped to say that I could have however many I wanted.

After grabbing a few other random things, I quickly bought them and nudged him aside when he kept trying to pay. "It's your birthday, you're not paying."

"But I'll feel bad." He sulked while the doors automatically opened for us. "And you already bought me a drink." You didn't even drink it.

"No," I refused, "I'm older than you, so listen to me."

"How old are you?" He asked curiously while we walked over to the park. I could see it a little ways away, dark and void of any life.

"25."

"You're old." His lips parted while he looked down at me, seeming to not expect this. "I thought you were, like, my age. You look super young."

I bristled. "Four years isn't that's big of a difference." What did he expect me to look like?? Wrinkling and waiting for death to take me?

"Well," his head tilted while he thought about it, "I guess, but to me you seem old. You're probably not in college, huh? I'm a sophomore right now~"

"Yeah? Do you work?"

"No." He frowned. "I'm looking for a job though! My roommate's helping me too." He thought about it for a moment. "Not that I need help, I can do it myself." He suddenly huffed. "I don't need help because I'm a hybrid, he's just helping me because he's nice. He likes exercising a lot and he works at this gym and I like exercising a lot and wanna work at a gym."

Chet rambles a lot, I quickly took note of a little while ago. "I hope you're able to work at his gym then~"

"Me too." He nodded quickly. "I'm a little nervous for the interview because I don't know what I'll say or talk about but I hope it goes well-" I wanted to tell him I doubt he'd have trouble finding things to say but he was suddenly perking up when we got to the entrance of the park. "Come on."

He didn't hesitate to grab my hand and pull me along with him, suddenly overcome with excitement as he pulled me over to the swings. Could he..?

I still couldn't tell if he was interested in me or not which was a little annoying. If he were anyone else, I would've considered his heavy staring and curious gaze as clear interest in me but his actions also seemed innocent.

I had a bad habit of assuming every guy that shows the slightest interest in me was gay. To be fair, most times they were.

My appearance didn't usually attract girls, it wasn't bad to assume I liked guys. I tended to dress a little feminine, refusing to shy away from accessories or clothes that wouldn't be seen as "normal" for guys just because Americans didn't have a sense of style.

"I think you're a little too big." My lips twitched up while he tried to sit down on the swing.

His eyebrows scrunched, genuinely confused as to why the small, curved piece of plastic couldn't hold him. "I swear it worked last time." His cheeks puffed out in defeat as he settled for sitting in the dead grass instead. His dog's probably pissed right there.

I sat on the swing in front of, seeing as there was more than enough room for my ass, and looked down at him. Ah, he's shorter than me now. I silently relished in this fact but instantly squashed it after. He can still crush you.

His hair looks soft, I thought while staring at the top of his head. I almost wanted to reach out and touch the soft, fluffy strands but I held back. He probably doesn't want some random person touching him- "Do you wanna pet me?"

"What?" I blinked at him.

He leaned forward and happily offered his head. "You can pet me. You were staring."

He shouldn't talk about staring. Still, I reached out and patted his head, a little hesitant since I wasn't sure if it was impolite to pet a hybrid like they were an actual dog.

When it became obvious he liked it, tail thumping against the grass and happy hum leaving his lips, I stroked his hair more confidently. He's cute. His hair was soft. It was silky and smooth under my touch, his ears were too. Of course his ears are, they're part of his hair.

His ears seemed to be sensitive, twitching and flicking any time I brushed them.

Eventually I pulled away, using the excuse to get the cupcakes out as an out. I wanna kiss him, he looks too precious not to.

"You smoke?" He asked when I pulled out a lighter from my jean jacket.

"Used to, I feel weird not caring it around though."

"My roommate smokes." He mumbled while leaning over to see the cupcakes, as if they weren't already right in front of him.

"You don't like it?"

"Not really, it makes my nose itchy and I can smell it even if he goes outside."

"Oh yeah, you're probably sensitive to smell, huh?"

"Mhm." His head bobbed. "You smell good."

My eyes flicked up to his while I stuck the cheap candles in every cupcake. He was staring at me, nothing but earnest as he waited for me to get done patiently. I thought he sniffed me when I leaned over to get his drink, but now I was sure.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He instantly nodded. "Ah, my roommate smells good too, I didn't mean he smells bad. I actually really like how he smells- but I don't like when he smokes. He tries to do it less since I moved in but he still does sometimes."

I gradually lit each candle. Ah f**k, they're already dripping wax. "Quitting is hard. Try not to be too hard on him~"

"I'm not!" He immediately denied. "I've never said anything, it was his house first and he pays for most of it." His head whipped back and forth, quickly denying that he even had thoughts about telling his roommate to quit. "I would never."

The cheap wax was dripping onto the frosting so I ditched the plan to light all the candles and thrusted the plastic container out to him. "Here, make a wish or something."

He leaned back, momentarily startled from the flames suddenly so close to him. Only a second later, he leaned forward and blew them out. They easily went out. If I left them burning any longer, they'd probably go out themselves after completely ruining the cupcakes.

"I wished to get a job."

I kicked my foot out at his leg and nudged him. "You're not supposed to tell me."

"It's fine." He stuffed a whole cupcake in his mouth, wax and everything. Though, they weren't big at all, it probably wouldn't be hard to stuff three in there if he really wanted. "These are good."

After tasting one, I immediately decided to let him finish them off. They tasted exactly how you'd think gas station cupcakes would taste like. At least he likes them.

I settled with some m&m's I randomly threw in with the purchase, slowly eating them while he looked up from his spot on the ground.

"This is kind of weird." The swing jostled with my light movements. "What if I wanted to murder you?"

"Do you?"

"Even if I say no, I could be lying."

He eyed me warily. "Do you?"

"No." He relaxed and went back to eating his cupcakes. "But if I did, it'd be really easy. You even led me to a park in the middle of the night with nobody around."

"I'll run. I'm a really good runner, and my apartment is right over there." Chet pointed in a vague direction behind me. "You don't look like you run so I'd be fine."

He's right but f**k- "Yeah, I'd probably stop chasing you after a minute."

"S'okay." He mumbled while wiping his mouth. Wow, he really ate all of them. "I won't run unless I need to." I couldn't help but chuckle softly. He's kinda weird, it's nice.

"Ah," he blinked at the empty container of cupcakes, "I ate all of them." He looked at me guiltily. "I'll pay next time."

Next time, he said. Could he..?

"I'll make you take me somewhere expensive."

It was sort of a test, I was still unsure if I was reading this wrong or if he was actually interested in me. "I'll take you anywhere you want." He easily promised, no hesitation in his words.

There's no way he's not, right? I'm obviously flirting with him, he must notice, right?

"Oh yeah?" My head leaned against the swing chain as I watched him.

"You might have to wait a little, just until I get a job." He stared back at me, heavy green eyes studying my every move. "If you don't mind, we can have ramen together until then."

He must be.

"I like ramen."

"I can even add an egg in it, it tastes good, I promise." I could think of ten different ways to make ramen better at the top of my head. Ten different, extreme ways to make regular, packaged ramen better and adding an egg to it was definitely not even on the list.

It was so minimal and engraved in my mind to already add it that I forgot other people just ate it as it was. He looked so proud though, as if he'd revealed some forbidden food to me.

"Really?" He must be, there's no way he's not. Just to be sure- "My expectations are gonna be high when I come over then."

"You'll like it." He nodded deeply. "It's so good."

He must be. There's no way he doesn't notice I'm interested in him, no matter how oblivious he seemed at first. No straight guy would grab my hand so easily and want me to sit on the swings with him, no straight guy would promise to take me out somewhere expensive and invite me to have some f*****g ramen with him until he could afford it-

"I don't feel any older." He interrupted my thoughts. "I know I shouldn't have, but I always thought turning 21 would be some life changing thing. But it's just.. happened."

"You'll feel older soon, it just hasn't kicked in. Soon you'll think that 20 was so young and you can't believe you were ever that age~ And you'll think anyone 20 years old is a baby compared to you."

"What's it like being old?"

I nudged his leg again, a little hard this time. "25 is not old."

"I mean," he reworded, "like, not being in college, having a full time job, being an adult. What's it like?"

"Boring." My foot returned to its previous spot under me. "All I do is work and sleep."

He let out a soft noise. "I'm scared of graduating, I don't know why. It just seems scary being an adult. You don't have the excuse not to get a job since you're not in school anymore, you suddenly can't like certain things and you're expected to act a certain way. You have to worry about money and your job too."

"It's a little scary." I admitted. "But that's life, y'know? You don't really realize you're an adult until it already happened. I still feel like I'm 21 but with more responsibilities." Paying the bills, doing taxes, being an adult- it just happened.

"I somehow committed tax fraud last year, so don't worry so much, s**t happens."

"You what?" His eyes widened. "Isn't that, like, really bad?"

"Yeah but look at me." I gestured to myself. "I'm fine."

"Shouldn't you be in jail?" He stared at me incredulously.

"It was an accident." I waved off. "I'm just saying, don't stress over being an adult. The scariest thing to me was tax fraud and I actually did it and I'm fine."

"I'm somehow even more scared."

"What?" I laughed. "Why?"

"Because you seem so smart and if you committed tax fraud, I definitely will."

"Is it the glasses?" I took my clear glasses off and ruffled my hair out. "They're fake, so don't worry. I just wear them to look smart sometimes."

Chet stared at me for a moment before thrusting a hand out to wave in my face. "Can you see?"

I leaned back with a confused laugh. "What're you doing?"

"I thought you were lying to make me feel better or something." He sat back. "They're actually fake?"

"Mhm," I hummed softly, "I actually see worse with them on."

Leaning down, the swing creaked as my weight leaned towards him. My fingers lightly skimmed his cheeks, a mere whisper against his skin, as I slid the glasses on him. "See?"

He stared at me, head tilted up and wispy hairs falling over his face. He looks cute, somehow even more innocent with the glasses covering his eyes. "Do I look smart?"

I didn't lean back, choosing to let myself hover close to him. He didn't react or lean back either, letting himself tip forward more to let me get a good look at him. "You look cute."

"Cute?" He softly mused. "I think you look cute too."

There wasn't any doubt in my mind now. He definitely is.

With the lingering thoughts of doubt quickly slipping away, I let myself reach out and cup his cheeks. The swing set creaked again as he stared up at me. A soft noise fell past his lips, silently questioning why I was holding his face. "I'm gonna kiss you."

He didn't respond but his chin tipped up, silently offering me his lips that I'd been staring at for the better half of the night.

He tasted like frosting. Of course he does, he just ate nine mini cupcakes. I didn't mind, in fact, I quite liked the taste. It tasted better than I remember, sweeter than when I'd tasted it myself.

His lips were soft like I'd been expecting. Whenever he spoke, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander and take notice of how soft they looked, sticky with some scentless chapstick and very inviting.

Chet let out a quiet, soft noise, something close to a whimper. Oh my god, he's so cute. I wanted to take him to my apartment and show him just how cute I thought he was.

I could picture it now, how pretty he'd look in my bed, all whiny and desperate for me to spoil him. God, I'd spoil him if he let me. He'd be good, I already know he would. He'd said please and ask nicely without me telling him to, and I'd immediately give what he wanted, unable to say no if he asked me to make him feel good so sweetly.

He kissed a little unsurely, as if not knowing what to do. His lips moved against mine while I softly brushed my fingers over his cheeks, making them feel cool from the thin rings wrapped around my fingers.

I could tell he was copying what I did, how my lips moved and how I kissed him.

Eventually, I pulled away and watched his eyes slip back open. His cheeks are pink, I took note of, barely noticeable with the dim lighting from the moon and park lights. Even if I hadn't seen them, I could feel them warming under my hands as my thumb softly rubbed his jaw.

Chet suddenly pulled back and lifted the back of his hand to his mouth while looking away. Is he shy? "My first kiss.." He uttered softly.

My mind went blank.

"Huh?"

His ears lowered, looking incredibly shy as his hand dropped to his lap. "Um, that was my first kiss."

I stared at him for a few moments. No f*****g way- I knew he felt a little inexperienced but there's no way that was his first kiss. Just looking at him, how has nobody jumped at the opportunity to r****h him? If I was confident he was interested in men back at the bar, I would've guided him back to my apartment already.

"Your first kiss?"

He must've heard the utter disbelief in my voice. "Is- is that bad?" His fingers played with the rips in his jeans while refusing to look at me.

"No," I immediately denied, "No, that's not bad at all. I just- f**k, I feel bad now. I took your first kiss after giving you two dollar cupcakes on your birthday."

His head tilted up to look at me, almost hopeful. "But I liked it. I was nervous because I've never kissed anyone." His fingers continued to play with his rips nervously. "I, um, I just found out recently I like guys too, so um, it was nice."

Ah f**k, and he just found out he was bi. Why did I have to be his first kiss, I mentally wailed, I'm a w***e, this man is precious. He saved his first kiss for 21 years and threw it away on me.

"Do you regret it?" His ears drooped again, as honest as ever.

"No, not at all." Hoping to cheer him up, I reached out and softly patted his head. When he instantly leaned into my touch, I started to pet him. "I just feel bad, I didn't mean to steal your first kiss, but it was really nice."

"I wanted to." He mumbled. "You didn't steal it."

I didn't get to respond, not when his phone lit up next to him, incredibly bright in the dark like this. He read it quickly before his ears perked back up and his tail started wagging. "My roommate's asking where I am." He typed something back and glanced up at me. "Um, I should probably go, but, um.."

He abruptly thrusted his phone out at me. "Can I please have your number?"

"'Course." I didn't hesitate to type my number into his phone, text myself so I had his, and handed it back. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

The swing set creaked when I stood up and offered my hand out to him. He took it and surprisingly didn't let go.

Oh? As we walked to the entrance of the park, hand in hand, his cheeks grew more pink the longer we held hands. How cute, he gets shy easily, huh?

"You don't have to walk me home."

"I know." I assured. "I'm sure you could handle some big, tough guy all by yourself but I want to~ If anything, I'm only walking with you so you can protect me."

"I could." He nodded quickly. "I can walk you home if you're scared."

Scared?? He better be flirting.

"As nice as that is, I live in the complete opposite direction we're going~"

"What?" He stopped walking. "Why are you walking me home then? Go home."

I kept walking and tugged him along with me. "Because I want to, I already told you. Think of it as a birthday present~"

He didn't look happy about it, but he let himself get tugged along. I was grateful, I wasn't quite sure where I was going since he didn't tell me where he lived. "Too bad we don't have a car."

"Yeah, I left it back at the bar."

He stopped again. "You have a car? Why did we walk?"

I tugged him along again. "I didn't want you thinking I was gonna kidnap you, and I didn't think we'd go this far."

"So you're gonna have to go back to the bar before going home?"

"Yeah."

"You can just stay over then, my roommate won't bother us."

My eyes trailed over to his. I was sure he didn't quite understand the implications I could take from those words so I let out a soft hum instead of saying something flirty back. His roommate won't bother us, huh?

"You shouldn't invite people to your house so easily~ I could still be a murderer."

"I don't think you are."

"And what if it turns out I am?"

"My roommate will kill you first." He answered like it solved everything. "He's really big and boxes sometimes." If Chet thinks he's big, I was starting to wonder what he looked like. He talked fondly of him anytime he brought his roommate up. "He's your age, I'm pretty sure."

"Pretty sure?"

"Um," he made a thoughtful face, "I only moved in, like, a month ago and I forgot. He's twenty-something but definitely older than me and out of college so I think he's your age." A month ago? I thought they'd been friends for years from how he spoke of him.

We didn't have to walk much longer until we got to his building. Going up the stairs was even shorter considering he lived on the second floor.

I let go of his hand when we reached his door and he started to dig around in his pockets. "Ah," his cheeks puffed out, "I forgot my key again." He pulled his phone out instead and texted his roommate, deciding not to knock since it was almost 12.

I was getting ready to say goodbye, not really up to crashing at some random guy's place even if I did kiss his really hot roommate, but stopped short when the door opened.

Holy s**t, he's tall.

"You forgot your key again?"

"Sorry." Chet apologized sheepishly, shoulders hunching adorably.

And he's really f*****g hot.

The guy, noticing me, looked down and let out a small 'oh'. "Hey, sorry. I didn't know he was bringing someone home." He was probably referring to how he only had a pair of boxers on, revealing all of his upper body and most of his lower.

I refrained from looking at his ridiculously toned chest and stared at his face. f**k- I have to seriously look up. They're making me seem so short, why are they so tall?

I understood what Chet meant now. When you looked at them next to each other, they were both the same height, no matter how tall they were but Chet looked smaller out of the two.

I feel like a child next to them like this.

"Can he stay?" Chet asked as his tail started wagging. "We'll be quiet, promise."

His hair's long, was the next thing I noticed after getting over their ridiculous height. The brown strands looked silky as they spilled over his bare shoulders and tickled his chest.

"Sure, you don't have to ask. It's your place too." The guy stepped inside and left the door open for us.

Chet's tail started wagging faster as he pulled me inside. The words from earlier suddenly died in my throat and I didn't have the heart to tell him I was gonna leave, not when he looked so excited for me to stay.

Someone really needs to talk to him about strangers.

"Isn't he cool? He's so tall." Chet closed the door and turned to me.

His roommate let out a small huff of amusement. "I keep telling you we're the same height."

"But you're so big!"

The guy looked down at me, brown eyes quickly taking in my appearance as to not make it obvious. If I wasn't used to people staring at me all the time, I wouldn't have noticed he even gave me an up and down. "I'm Kyler."

"Rylan."

Judging from his appearance, he wasn't white. His skin was on the darker side but I wasn't sure what he was so I didn't bother speculating.

Kyler reached out and bumped his hand on Chet's head. "Did you drink a lot?"

Chet rubbed the spot and shook his head. "Only a few sips, I promise."

"I told you to not care about what you eat today, it's your birthday."

"You would've made me run more tomorrow anyways." Chet mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Kyler rolled his eyes and glanced at me. "I'm his personal trainer, I don't advise a diet or make him exercise just because we're roommates if that's what you're thinking. That's weird." I was thinking that so good to know.

Were those nine cupcakes not a good idea then?

"Isn't he cool?" Chet asked me. "He could easily beat you up if he wanted."

Kyler reached out and thumped his head again. "Stop telling everyone that." He let his hand fall back to his side. "I've never seen him bring anyone home besides his cult of hybrids-"

"They're my friends."

"So have fun~ Please don't f**k on the couch though, we share that space."

"Alright." I agreed while Chet's mouth fell open and he went positively pink.

"f**k?" He repeated like the word was foreign. "We weren't- we-" he looked at me, eyebrows scrunched and completely lost- "we weren't gonna, right? We wouldn't." He quickly shook his head and looked at Kyler as if begging him to believe him.

Kyler laughed, seemingly fond as he started to retreat back to his room. "Happy birthday~ There's a cake in the fridge for you, eat it with your friend, okay?"

Chet watched him go while looking like he wanted to ask him to have some too. s**t me too, I wanted to tell him to come back so I could stare at his chest a little more but refrained.

Don't be such an obvious w***e.