A/N: On the side bar, is picture of Sven Csongar. He's the one I picture as Gloss Kaiser Schlund. Thanks!
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Chapter 22
Noah Gerald Sky
Cola Lovers
All the dramas, the pains, the sadness, the joys; all of it are worth it. Gloss is finally mine. My center is now him. Even my world. It feels good to have your love of your life to be with you. He's a precious diamond to me. And it worries that he'd be taken away from me. There are so many criminals wanting to take any kinds of jewel. And I'd die before they get Gloss away from me.
Gloss snuggles beside me, burrying his face in the crook of my neck. His nose tickles my bare skin. Last night felt heaven. We kissed in the freaking rain. It's so cliché.
I thought I'd die from my heart being broken. But when Gloss came back, and all the words he had said were a lie, that gave me hope. He told me he likes me so much. I couldn't express it into words. It's beyond words. So I did the one thing, I crushed my lips against his and poured all my emotions through it.
That was the best kiss we've ever shared so far. And I'm looking forward for something intense and more passionate kiss.
He moves again and groans as the bright light passing through the open window hits him. I drape my arm over his torso and push him onto my chest, so he's facing my chest and not the sun. Good Lord, Gloss is so cute. Why did you have to make a such, fine, young handsome guy like Gloss?
I think back to our bickering, how it made us hate each other. The first time we met, I knew he was something. He's a trouble, I said when I first saw him. He is, indeed, a trouble. Not for me, but for my heart. And my head.
Last night seems a blur in my head. It feels like it has happened decades ago. But the feelings I've felt last night last. It lingers in my heart, making it pump with a love song rhythm. Gloss makes me smile.
There are new problems coming, though.
Now that Gloss and I are a thing now, more problems are about to come. Eventually, the school will know about our relationship. Many people will judge us. The only reason Gloss isn't being shoved on the lockers, being picked on by the bullies, and such, is because he's stronger than he seems to be. I don't have a problem about being picked on. I can take care of myself, and with just my word, their education could be thrown away by me.
Next is, our parents have to know. I know Dad isn't a close-minded jerk human. He's the best. He has accepted Gloss when he came out of the closet. Genny, too. But what bothers me is, would they accept of our relationship? Would Genny accept me for being with Gloss? Genny knows that I've been a total jerk to his son. But everyone deserves a second chance, right?
"Gloss, wake up, we'll be late for school." I whisper softly in his ear. That causes him to stir, and his eyes flutter to open, squinting as he finally opens his beautiful eyes.
He looks at me, his brows furrowed as he does, like he can't believe I'm here with him, that he is next to me. His palm is resting on one of my pecs, and he eyes it. When he realizes that he's tracing circles around my nipple, his cheeks fill with a cute tinge of pink. I let out a chuckle and kiss the temple of his head.
Last night, after our mini drama, we just went in my room, took a shower, and then wore only boxers and went to sleep. None of us bothered that we're only in our boxers.
Gloss runs his fingers through my chest to my stomach, sending sparks through my body, his touch makes me tingle. His eyes are shut softly, and he's humming a melody that makes me want to sleep with him. But we have school. The last thing we want is, get an earful of arguements from Genny and Dad.
"Glossy, wake up," I whisper in a sing song voice. He lets out a small laugh and opens his eyelids, revealing a sparkling green eyes. "I love your eyes. They are so beautiful."
He flutters his eyes and grins at me.
"I love yours, too." He says reluctantly, blushing crimson red as he speaks. "Um, so, school. We need to go." He untightens his hug and rolls off the bed, still blushing.
Seeing him standing there, without any clothes, except for his boxers. I admire his body. His muscles and body are toned. A sharp jawline. His body has curves, his abs are about to be ripped. Just more workouts and poof. Good God, why do I have to like this man? He's a definition of cute.
Gloss has turned me into a mushy, whipped teenager. But I'd like to be this way than the old jerk, stupid Noah. I don't want to hurt Gloss anymore.
I give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek and he punches my arm lightly, laughing as he shakes his head. Seeing Gloss happy makes me happy instantly. Who knew that the 'love your enemies' are quite real? Although I'm asking myself I love him. I'm confused. I don't want to put myself in a confusing situation. Better think slowly and carefully than decide immediately without risking a second thought and doubt. I doubt I love Gloss. Doubting means you're still trying to figure out something.
Gloss goes inside the bathroom. The sound of the water going means he's already taking a bath. In minutes he's using in the bathroom, I have a time to think. How should I get kisses to Gloss in school without someone else seeing us?
It really bothers me.
That means our kisses will be limited and less passionate. It will be quick. Oh God. It's going to be a torture for me!
After half of 30 minutes, Gloss finally comes out of the bathroom and my mouth snaps open at the sight. He's so sexy. The sight of him being wet, a yellow towel tightly wrapped around his hips, just a little lower, and his V indentation is quite visible, teasing me. Beads of water trickling down his chest, dripping off of his hair. I nearly faint when he walks in front of me, puts a finger underneath my chin, and closes my mouth by lifting his finger up. He smirks at me and goes off of my room.
I enter inside my bathroom and take off of my boxers. Then I step into the shower and open it, the cold water splashes at my body, cascading down through me as the water keeps hitting me. I love taking cold showers. It makes me relax. I've never been a fan of hot showers, but I wouldn't mind having a hot shower when Gloss is with me.
What the actual fuck?
Frowning, I grab a lemon soap and brush it on every skin of my body. Lemon has been my favorite ever since. Its own smell is making my mouth drool. Even though it's slimy and bittersweet, I still like the taste of it. I rinse myself, scrubbing my skin, then I shampoo my hair, massaging it. I brush my teeth. I get off of the bathroom.
Walking over my cabinet, I pick out a clothes for me to wear today; it's a black fitted shirt, a white jeans, a black socks, and a black Converse.
There's a new rule in my school. Every Mondays, people will dress casually, not uniforms. I don't know what's the purpose of it. But it's a plus for me. It means Gloss can finally see how I dress to impress.
Wearing it, I head in front of the mirror and check myself. I style my hair, combing it. Groaning, I can't style my hair perfectly. I want Gloss to look at me like he's just seen me first time, to recognize me as a God and not Noah. Rolling my eyes at myself, I just mess my hair as I groan. Bullshit. Just leave it that way. It looks better.
When I get out of my room, Gloss is shutting his door, fixing his collar. I stare at him in a complete utter shock. He's a freaking angel!
Gloss is wearing a white polo shirt with yellow, with black and white stripes, collar. The linings are yellow. His hair is in its glory style; the famous fahawk. He's also wearing a almost tight jeans, matching it with navy blue shoes. The laces are in a double knot. A wristwatch is wrapped around his right hand, the lace is black. On his other hand, three bracelets. Black, white, and black bracelets. God, he looks so sexy in this style.
He sees me ogling him, and then a sly smirk appears on his face. I make a face at him and stomp, heading downstairs.
We eat. Silence. We go to school.
Gloss knows how to make me shut up. Just presenting himself in a very Godly manner is taming me, caging a beast that wants to be freed. But at the same time, it wants to be tamed by him.
He rode with Jes. I drove my own car.
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Nero and Collins are singing 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars' as they laugh. The jocks have had a debate what's more appropriate song for children. Collin, Nero, John and Sam said it's 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars', but the other guys disagree, said that 'Jack and Jill' is much better. 'Betterest' according to Karl and Jeric. Those two have telephatic powers. Really. They're inseperable. Although the word 'Betterest' isn't even a word, the nerd of the group didn't correct them.
John has been smiling. It's like the smile has been etched on his face since forever; stuck that way. All of us have noticed, but we don't ask him. Though I already know the reason why. It's either he has lost his mind, or Ashton is his lover now. I excuse myself, tell them that I'll just go to the bathroom and they, as usual, ignore me.
The water in the faucet has been cascading through my hands as I scrub them altogether. I didn't hear the door open, nor heard it closed, or nor heard it clicked. There's just a presence behind me. I spin around, and mumble a 'bitch'. John is smiling at me, his smile is wide. It's, to be honest, scaring me off.
"Thank you very much, Noah." He says as he grips my shoulder. "I thought you'd be disgusted. I mean, I know what I was saying that day. I just had to let it out. I mean, it had been in my chest since forever. I did what you said. I finally got Ashton. Thanks, man. Really. You're really my best buddy!"
"We're brothers. So, I should be supporting my brothers, should I not?" I ask, teasing him as I wiggle my brows. "So you and Ashton are a thing now, ha?"
"Yes," He says, can't contain his smile.
"Don't be shock," I say. Now that John admitted that he's gay. Well, not really. He's gay for Ashton. Now is the time to confess that I'm... gay.
I mean, I've accepted him. And I just said we're brothers. So he should support me with this. John wouldn't judge me. He won't judge me. Because he knows, or at least he feels, what the feeling of being in like, or for him, in love, with someone else. He arches an eyebrow at me as he shifts his body, exhaling.
"I'm gay," I finally say, almost squeaking the term I used to myself.
John's eyes widen, mouth open as he stares at me. He breathes, asking a question 'really?', and I just nod. His mouth forms an 'o' and gives me a smile.
"Here's another wave of shockness," I say. John leans down and says he's all ears. "Kevin and Collins are gay too."
"Really?!" He shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. "What? Are you serious about that? Because the last time I have received a news, they're still fucking girls."
"So were you before you fucked Ashton," I say. He blushes furiously and shakes his head, mumbling about me being a bitch. "And they are in a relationship. They just told you guys that so you guys wouldn't suspect a thing. And hiya, welcome to the club of straight-turned-into-gay club." I say, grinning at him.
"I can't believe this is freaking happening. This is too much."
"I know,"
"Who knows?"
"Two persons, you and Gloss."
"You're brother?"
"My lover," I say. He scrunches his nose up in confusion, then his eyes widen in realization. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens, and closes again. Like a fish. "Gloss and I aren't really blood related. You guys just presumed that he's my blood related. Nobody knows. Can we keep this a secret? I'll tell Collins and Kevin later about this. Okay?"
He merely nods and I push him. He unlocks the door and it makes a 'click' sound. We both head back to the cafeteria.
My eyes meet Gloss, and he gives me a smile.
Maybe we can hide our relationship until we figure something out.
We don't want to shock everyone. We must take it slow. We should make a progress slowly. I'll just wait for the right time...
To convince myself that I'm really gay for Gloss and to tell everyone about our relationship.
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Word count: 2,255.
D&T: December 1, 2014, 9:26PM.
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