Chapter 13: Ice Cream... Love?

Chapter 13

Mickey 'Mike' Hollister

Ice Cream... Love?

When Eros presses his lips against mine, I can't move at all. It's like my whole body has been shot with a Freeze Ray by Gru. I can't breath. Not that because he's kissing me, but because of the emotions swarming inside my tummy. I don't know if the tummy has something to do with the lungs where the air is, but I can't definitely breath. All I know is that my chest still heaves up and down, and a pair of lips moving against mine.

Eros' hands grip my hips, and I swear a let out a moan as he bites my lips. It feels like there's a wild beast inside me waiting to be tamed, and at the same time, wanting to get out. But I can't. Eros is much dominant, and I'm getting weak. The inner alpha of me is also getting weak as Eros ravishes my lips hungrily. He tastes like rocky road. So sweet and his lips and tongue are cold. I wonder if mine also. That's when I shut my eyes and let him take the lead.

It feels like I'm about to explode, and in any minute, I will. I can feel his nose brushing against mine, and I basically forgot what's happening. All I know is that I love to feel his lips against mine. So soft and fluffy. His body is pressing against mine and I just realize that I'm now lying on my back as Eros kisses me nonstop. It's like I'm loosing air but at the same time, Eros is the one that is making me alive by kissing me passionately.

He stops.

I open my eyes slowly and when I do, a pair of eyes are watching me intently. The color of his eyes. It's so intense. He could hypnotize me with those eyes. He could make me beg just by looking at me. I thought my body wouldn't be affected, but I'm basically limp. His lips are slightly parted, a soft breathing, his chest is heaving up and down slowly, but I can basically hear his heart beating like a drum. So fast it could outmatch the fastest animal.

Slowly, I lean up and capture his lips against mine. I'm getting addicted. It feels like I'm being drugged. And must I say this is the best drug ever. Not that I have taken some illegal drugs, but if I did, I would still say the same. That this kiss is the best drug ever.

"We're home!" Someone shouts and my eyes widen and I push Eros off of me and he stumbles onto the floor, groaning. In a seconds, I can hear Brad's happy voice as he runs into the living room.

Brad rants about having so much fun together with mum. And I basically get jealous, but I shrug it off because it won't do me no good. Same like Eros. I should act like nothing has happened. Like the kiss didn't happen before. I know that he will do the same.

We were jusr caught up in the heat of the moment. We just had to take a break. That's the only reason that's why we kissed. We needed a break. But why am I not convinced? I can't look at him, both of us are not speaking, not wanting to hear anything from each other's mouth. I guess this is the best way to get over it. Just ignore each other and act like nothing happened.

But I feel a thud in my heart. Not the usual happy thud. But a hard, sad one. It's a kind of a thud that means it will never happen again, which I'm so totally disappointed of. The kiss. That's the first kiss I have shared with a guy. And that first time was with Eros Dylan Donovan. My step-father. We are not gays. But why did we kiss? Does that mean something? Or is it really just the heat of the moment because we were just horny? The latter part, I'm sure, isn't true. I wasn't feeling horny. It was just... I... I did want to kiss him. I want it to happen again. I want to kiss him again. I want to feel his lips again. I want to feel his lips moving against mine. But that would never happen again. Because I'm not letting him. We shouldn't have done that. We weren't thinking right.

Eros' eyes are like laser. It's pointing at me, and in any minute, I would be melt by his intense gaze. My knees, scratch that, my legs are getting wobbly. I want to stand up, but I know I'm just going to fall down, so I don't dare do it.

"Oh," Mum says as she goes into the living room, her eyes immediately go to Eros, who's still looking at me. "Dylan, what are you doing on the floor?"

"Nothing," he says, then, "just fell off the couch."

"Mike, why is there...?" Mum asks me. I didn't let her complete the question.

"I need to take a shower," I say, not wanting to talk anymore. So I force myself to stand up and walk away. I hear mum asks me another question, but I don't answer. Instead, I just keep walking like I heard nothing.

I take a shower.

Wear a pair of shirt and pants and a black sneakers.

I head off.

+++

Tommy called me just half an hour ago. He was inviting me to this lame party. Apparently, Ashton, John's boyfriend, came back from vacation and they're celebrating it. I heard Gloss' friends in the background. Rob. Beau. Derek. Everyone's there. Except me.

John bombarded Ashton a lot of questions. He was jealous. He was asking some questions like, 'Who did you meet there?!', 'Did someone try to hit on you?!', 'Who the fuck was flirting with you?!', and I heard a lot of curses coming out of his mouth. It turned out that Rob and Ashton are a long distance cousins. 4th or 5th? I don't know the whole story.

It's night, and I am at the Starbucks. The coffees, breads, and the smell of the air are a good combination. It almost makes my stomach grumble because I haven't eaten yet, except for the ice cream that I have eaten earlier with... Eros. I don't want to remember it, so I just shake off my head, like it would help. Obviously, it doesn't. There's no escape.

I'm in the outdoor of Starbucks. There are 6 round tables at the patio. There are two people chattering at the corner of the patio. 3 people. Including me. Most of the people are indoor, and they are with their laptops, cellphones, or other gadgets. But me, when I'm in this type of place, usually, what I'm doing is just relaxing, drinking coffee, and eating a bread while dipping it. That would make me feel good.

I look at the sky, and then shut my eyes. I want to feel the warm breeze. I want to be relaxed. I want to remember nothing for a moment. There are so many things, bad and even worse things, that have happened in the past few weeks. And I haven't had the chance to treat myself like a King.

Someone knocks at the table. I open my eyes again to look at the intruder and he only gives me a grin.

"Hi!" He says enthusiastically. "Theme park? Remember me?" Yes. What's his name again? "You don't remember me, do you?" He asks me, amused.

"Hold on," I say, putting my fingers in front of his face, stopping him from answering his own question while my other hand is on my head, as if it would help me to remember his name. Shutting my eyes, I say, "Wait a minute... I'm trying to think. E... E...v... Everest? No, no, no. That's a mountain. Um, Everick? No, scratch that. Ah! Everette!" I state, smiling triumphantly at him. He gives me a grin.

"So what are you doing here?" Everette asks me.

"Just thinking," I say, sighing. It feels like some of the burden have been lifted up. It feels good to have someone to talk to. Talking buddy?

"Are you okay now that you're here?" He says, ripping a baguette and tossing it into his mouth. I watch him do that. Cool. White teeth. Awesome. So bright. "You want some?"

"Perfect," I say. He offers me the baguette and I rip some of it and quickly shove it into my mouth. I moan in satisfaction as the taste of the baguette spreads onto my taste buds and I have to shut my eyes to make me enjoy it. Really.

When I open the lids of my eyes, Everette is looking at me. Like he's amazed or something. I suddenly get shy.

I fake a cough. "Sorry. I haven't eaten anything at home. So..."

"That's okay," he chuckles. "You're funny. And cute when you get shy all of a sudden." He states and I swear my face flushes and he laughs harder.

"Um, yeah?"

"Yeah,"

"So where are you from?"

"From my home?"

He laughs sarcastically. "Haha. Real funny, dude. Real funny I had to laugh so hard."

"Can't help it. I'm a very funny person." I just say.

Everette and I talk for a while, getting to know each other and I found myself getting closer and closer at him. Not physically. It's like we have some connection and we get a long so easy. We have some common favorites and dislikes. We have the same taste for music and movies. We have the same taste when it comes to channels, pets, and books.

At the end of the day, I tell Everette my home address. He has a car. He takes me home. He leads me to the front porch. I thank him. We exchange hands. He gives me his number and I give mine to him. He goes off. I enter the house. Dark.

Eros Dylan Donovan is waiting for me to arrive.

And he looks mad.