Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 12

E J E Y

4:47 PM

If this friendship continues between us even more further, would I stop checking him out through skin and bones? Lately, Luca invited me inside his 'new' house. Which was a bit surprising because if he has a stalker, then he should be more careful bringing friends or strangers inside. What my point is, that him being like this was tempting.

Look, he invited a trusted friend (I don't know if that was me) but what he doesn't know was that - the friend he was about to pull was the one who's putting him on a danger - no, the one who's always saving him from a danger, further more the one he owes a lot of things. "I'm home alone whenever my sisters are on work, while our mom told us that she will be more happy if we send her back to where she was raised; California." That was such a nice words, my boy.

"Oh, so every time you came home after school... Was lonely?" Was my question.

"Of course not, dude, I can entertain myself every time boredom comes, and I also have works M-T-F after school, so I guess that won't be a problem," He answered. At first, it was blank. His answer meant nothing but a piece of words. Though, the more words he came up into statement, the more I feel challenged. How sweet.

"What entertainment are you doing?" It's getting hot. Honestly.

But Luca's face turned into glare and disgust jokingly. "Man? That was personal?" Oh... Did he got me? Because for me, no one will catch me.

"No, what I'm trying to say is; if boredom comes, what entertainment will your first option, is it in-door activities? Or out-door?" Then his face shifted again, from the frown to embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just being hormonal. Though I prefer in-door activities such as computer games, chess, dart, pool, and other more. You? How about your shits?" He asked back.

"Oh, me? I love out-door activities. If you might ask, my favourite one is basketball." Perhaps he already knew it already because I presume he listened carefully to our chat days ago in the library.

"Oh, right. You already said that. My bad, I forgot." Wew. "Anyway, do you want to drink my sister's delicacy?" He offers.

"I guess?"

"Oh, well I insist. Just hang on for a moment, okay?" That smile is very lovely. His face was just as lovely as the daisies in my room. I named it Luca too, the pot was Ca, and the flowers were Lu.

While Luca's off for a couple of minutes, I take my walk inside. Roaming the house for informations, details, and maybe personal things of his belongings. Here in dining, I can clearly see the frames of him, his family and maybe the dog? He has a dog? Or he had a dog for once? "Here you g- am I beautiful?" I, almost flinch and had the glass lamp fell on the floor.

"Ye-yeah, you are." Just kill me for being a damn fanboy, god. I sigh in relief as soon as I feel him smile with gratitude.

"Come here, sit beside me." What's going to happen next? Kiss? Kidding. Haha. Without any scheme of mischievousness, I toss my legs on the couch where he placed the trey of shakes. "So tell me, my skillful friend. How old are you?" If he didn't just add the word friend.

"I'm eighteen too."

"Too? You know mine?" Oppss, "Oh, I'm so dumb. Yes, you know mine because we were batch mates." With a soft chuckle, I hear him murmured something I didn't catch up. "Anyway, would I sound terribly ridiculous if I ask... How did you get those muscles?" Because of that, I feel my heart started beating faster again. Wondering how did he came into that question even though he's momentarily not looking at my - muscles.

So I played his game. "Oh, this?" Flexing my biceps by pulling the sleeves slightly. "I workout every morning for at least one hour before I go to school. Why?" I take with my lips quirked ear to ear. It's lovely to hear him asking these kind of things to me... It seems like he's just checking me out.

"Damn, I'm jealous."

"Don't be, everybody can have this whenever they wanted. Besides, you're already fit with your toned one. No need to build up if you feel sucked up." Jesus... Did I just said that?

"Hmm, well that's right. I just wanna have your body - I mean I want to have the body just like yours. Ha ha." Once he clarified his reconnection, I stuck on the road of being spaced out. "Hey, can I touch your arm?" Then that snap me off.

Really? Of course!

Without even giving him some words of allowance, I bit unto my lips before pulling the right sleeve of my white tee shirt and finally exposing my bare muscle. I swear to God, I also love how this body of mine explode with sexiness. As I feel his tender fingertip touch my skin. A cold and painful surge stroke my spine. It's like an electric shock that elevates my inner fire into arousal.

Bloody hell. The next thing he do after poking me, was to clamp his whole palm on it which didn't fit right into spaces, then he squeeze it so damn meatily. And I suddenly had an urge to moan out loud nor fall to lean into his smaller figure. But I forced not... I forced to defy my own hormones on putting me on danger.

Therefore, I successfully let the flow wave. "It's so hard," He complimented. "Can I see the abs too? If only I can't get into trouble." He said jokingly with hands on air.

"Of course, why not?" In spite mischievousness flaring upon his tone, I still grab the hem of my shirt and drag it upwards. Revealing the treasure I treasure.

"Wow... Just wow," He breathed, eyes wide open.

"You can touch it too." I don't know what's gotten into me.

"No... That's weird... But okay, it's my pleasure." He then smile widely. However, when he pressed his inevitably soft palm unto my abs, it didn't surge something just like earlier. And I want to feel something like that again. I want to... I really do right now.

So forgive me from doing this. "Let me," I whisper before grabbing his wrist and doing it on my way. I push it further into my body as I finally feel it... The spark... Bloody hell... Soon, I find myself staring at his hand on my chest and n*****s as I - myself guiding it up and down rubbing skin to skin.

And when I started sensing the tightening feel into my jeans, I push his hands gently. "You really has that. Dude, it's freaking amazing," He stated through giggles. f**k, f**k, f**k, fuck... He likes it... He likes getting under my skin. He likes - no, he loves it, maybe?

Fuck... "I-I-I hope that's not the last time, then." What??!! s**t.

"By the way, I noticed your accent. Where do you live? Or if you want me to be more accurate, which country was the one you were raised?" Well, well, well. If I answer correctly, would I get suspicious?

Never mind, "Oh, I'm a pure American. Actually, when I was just a child, mom brought someone after her work. Someone that would teach me language and knowledge, who coincidentally turns out to be a European. I guess, Slovakian? But forget it. It doesn't manner after all." While I was saying those, I can't stop shrugging and looking at the ceiling through my eye lids.

"So you have a European accent. Bro, that's very nice."

Honestly, I'm being upset at his friendly call signs towards me. He looks like chasing for skillful friends to suck into. Like a parasite. "Right."

"Wanna play some video games?"

And I don't have any path to choose, so let's get this blowing. "Absolutely."

Somehow, I have other things running in my head regarding games right now. I think, bondage? Cuff? Blindfold?

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Title:

The real legends doesn't chickens.