Chapter 17: Changing Path?

Chapter 17

Mickey 'Mike' Hollister

Changing Path?

Kevin, Collins, John, Noah, Gloss, Nero and I are in secluded area. My eyes always dart to left and right, to see if someone is watching us or eavesdropping. I feel like I'm paranoid. I don't know how to ask my friends about this. So I brought Nero together with me. Because I know he's in a deep situation like me. Although Nero has no idea, he'd go ballistic I'm pretty sure, that his little secret will be exposed.

All of them are looking confused, their brows furrowed as they wait for me to speak up. I just dragged them here, with no further explanations.

I'm confused about all of what's happening. Eros is making me feel like... I don't know. It's so overwhelming I could just die from it.

"You do know we have a class, right?" John says. Always the nerdy one. He doesn't want to get late. He always buries himself in books. He's known as the school's hottest nerd. And most of the girls are envy of Ashton. "Now speak up before I punch you for making me late in class. Your question or story better be worth it."

I can trust them, right? After all, they are my friends. We are brothers. I want to know how they dealt with exploring their sexuality, their feelings towards guys. They are the people that belong in Guys-Turned-Gays group. I gulp, nervousness run down in my body as I look at their faces. I let out a shaky breath, wanting to end this as soon as possible.

"How did you deal with it, mates?" I ask them, biting my lower lip, not looking at them.

"How did we deal with what?" Nero asks.

"Idiot, the question is not for you. It's for them." I gesture towards the other guys, and John, being the nerdiest one, gets my point whilst the others look at me, wanting to elaborate more.

John looks at me straight in the eye, studying me as he puts his hand underneath his chin, scratching it.

"What do you mean by 'it', Mike?" Kevin and Noah say at the same time.

I want to speak, to say the words, the questions that have been bugging me, but it seems like the words are stuck in my throat, and I feel sick all of a sudden. Massive headache. John takes a deep sigh and clasps his hands.

"I think I know his point, guys," John states as he looks at the guys. All guys look at him, wanting to explain it more. John rolls his eyes at them and I almost let out a chuckle. "Can't you see? He invited Noah, Gloss, Kevin, Collins, and I, and I really don't know what Nero has to do with this. I can't exactly put a finger on it why he's here, but Mike asked us how we dealt the things. Like... straight turning into gay... right, Mickey Hollister?"

All eyes go straight at me, and I gulp and nod shyly, blood rushing into my cheeks, making it burn.

"I just wanted to know," I say meekly, almost squirming. "I mean... Ah, fuck."

"I've never really given a thought about other guys," Noah states, shrugging. "My eyes are only for Gloss. Now that I've opened it up, I can't imagine any other guy taking Gloss' place."

"Um, I'm not really sappy. Because I'm always horny. For Kev." Collins says, which makes Kevin blush and he punches Collins playfully. "But, as cheesy as it sounds, and kind of gross, my heart only beats for Kevin."

"You know, the best advice I can give you is..." John says, grabbing my shoulders. He looks at Noah, and together, they say, "Go get your man." John continues. "Noah said that to me when we were partying at your party on the beach. That's when I confessed to Ashton. And to Noah, it also has been his way to get Gloss. That quote, benefits us all. And who knew Noah could give such full of wisdom advice. But still, I don't know why Nero is here." I'm glad I have great best friends.

"Yeah, why is Nero here?" Kevin asks, frowning at Nero. We all look at him.

"Mind telling us, Nero why you're here?" I tease.

"Hey!" Nero protests, glaring at me. "You're the one that brought me here."

"Because I wanted to share the misery, Nero. Tell us about what you really feel for Derek."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, Nero. I saw you guys kissing in the new building."

Nero's face pales, his body slightly shaking.

"Nero, I told ya you'd be gay." Collins says, chuckling. "But anyways, since when? I'm not too shocked. It didn't surprise. For the past few days, you've been wanting to kill Jeric for being so close to him. Rob did sense it, too. But we never said anything. So no offense, man, but your little secret is sort of exposed. But we trust you, man. And we hope you trust us enough to declare this thing to us."

"Yeah, I like him." Nero whispers, bowing down, his fingers toying the hem of his uniform. "I've never felt this way before. I did push him because I was scared. I still am though. Few days, he had his eyes to Ashton. But then as time passed by, his attention went to me. At first, I was pretty pissed. But he'd been bugging me. So I gave him a chance because he was being persistent. Then the party, Shane McKnight's party, we went there. We had fun. I found out that he was real funny, but then we got so drunk and he just kissed me. I thought he took an advantage to me. So I acted like a cold bitch towards him every day I saw him at school. But then I became the center of attraction, and you guys know I hated that, so I became harsh on him. And then the talk we had... I made him choose. I'd give him hell or he'd go away and run back to Russia. Then we had a talk again, this time, he said he'd go back to Russia and I was really guilty at that time. So..."

"I don't want to know the full details of how you kissed him aggressively, pinning him on the wall. Nope. Save us." I tease, chuckling. Nero's cheeks turn red as he gives me a glare.

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The whole day ends and now, I'm driving using the car that my Dad bought me. I haven't used this for a really long time. I just put this in the garage and hasn't been in used for a month.

Turning on the radio, Katy Perry's Birthday song blasts through the speaker and I have a thought that it's not coincidence since my birthday coming in a few more days.

Dad has already left since yesterday before Eros and Brad moved into our house. Of course I did ask for a permission and he said yes. I told him the whole story and he crunched his nose up in shame for my mother. He told me she had debts. I didn't know that. He also told me that he stopped giving money to us because I was about to turn 18. Again, it left me dumbfounded. There were so many information I didn't know. I bid him good luck and that I'd see him again after 3 months.

Parking the car, I turn off the ignition and get out of it, slinging my bag on my right shoulder as I shut the door. When I enter the room, the smell of fried salmon fills the air, letting it seep into my nose and as always, my stomach grumbles. Eros said he had savings, but it's not enough. He told me one of his plans was to buy a new house. But that changed since he had to buy Brad's needs, daily needs, things like that. I enter the kitchen to see Eros frying some salmons.

He just got home from work. And he's still wearing the cop uniform. Because the uniform hugs him tightly, the curve of his body is visible, and the muscles from the back. My eyes travel down to his butt and suddenly, I want to grope it. But I shake the thought away, as if it would help me to contain my excitement. Which doesn't. Eros turns around and sees me. He motions for me to taste some salmons that he has fried. I get a fork and stab one of the salmons and shove it into my mouth. The taste is so good I let out a moan of satisfaction. I give him a thumbs up and he grins at me. I ask him where's Brad. He says that he's on tutor session and will probably be home at 8pm. Eros turns off the stove and puts the plate of salmons onto the table. I want to eat it with rice, but we have yet to cook. I take off my bag and drop it on the floor. As I'm about to take a seat, a pair of hands grabs my waist and turns me around against my will.

Chocolate eyes greet me as I look up at him. His thumbs caressing my hips and we're chest to chest. The orbs of his eyes are dilating, and the grip of his hands on my waist harden.

"Um, Eros?" I say unsure, getting nervous as I think of ways on how to get out of this situation. I look anywhere but him, and that's when he takes off his hands from my hips and the lost of his hands from my hips makes me want to groan and say put it back. But his hands cup my neck and steady my face, then Eros leans down and captures my lips with his.

Fireworks explode inside me and the feel of his soft lips against mine is making me crazy that I deepen the kiss, circling my arms around his neck as he bites my lower lip and I let out a gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and it feels weird to me but the sensation is so different. His tongue roams inside my mouth, tasting every inch of it. He tilts his head so he can have a better access and my tongue clashes with his. In minutes of intense making out, my body is on fire and I can barely control myself. I want to breath, because we're not stopping, but if we stop, I'd feel like I would die. It's like Eros is the air, and at the same time, he makes me breathless. Eros rubs his front onto mine and the friction causes me to let out a loud moan of his name.

"Eros, the... the salmon," I breath out as Eros puts trail of kisses down my neck to my collarbone.

"You are the salmon," he mumbles as he sucks on my collarbone and I gasp again, making me clutch his head. He groans and sucks harder. It would probably leave a mark but I don't care. He goes back on ravishing my lips and my palms travel up and down his body. His pecs are hard and the abs, sheez, the abs are so strong and solid. "God, what's with you, Mike?" He asks me and I don't know how to answer. Instead, I ask him the same question and we go back on kissing. Neither of us doesn't know the answer.

Eros stops on kissing me and puts his forehead against mind, his breath fanning my face. He tasted like ice cream. Rocky road. So delicious and sweet.

"I think I like you, Eros," I let out a shaky breath, nervousness consuming my body. Admitting it was easy, but I don't want to see what expression he's going to make. Would he be disgusted? Would he kill?

He chuckles and pecks my lips, "I think I like you, too, Mickey."

We both laugh.

Then we go back on kissing

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