Bad Boy's Twink (BXB)

21: Bye-I can't think of a title

To say I was shocked was an understatement. We were standing outside the building where the Lost and Found department could be found. Sire's dad, who was another hunk of muscle met with us there. It was my first time meeting the man and seeing him, I can see where Sire got the genes of a Greek God. Holy damn was this man hot. I nudged Sire's arm as Mister Vitaly Hunter was having a conversation to one of the security guards of the university.

"Yeah?"

"Your dad is hot," I told him.

Sire's eyebrows suddenly scrunched up. "Svyatoy ad, (Holy hell,) are you honestly telling that to your BOYFRIEND?" he questioned, emphasizing his place in my life. 

There was nothing to be ashamed of from what I said. I mean, I thought he was going to be cocky again and boast that he got his good looks from his dad. "Well yeah, your dad IS hot. Why are you getting mad?" I teased him. 

Sire's cheeks started to redden in anger and I was having so much fun. "I'm hotter!" he pointed out, crossing his meaty arms over his chest. I wasn't lying about his dad being so sexually attractive but I will never have his dad in my sexual fantasies. "Why can't you say that to me?!" he snarled. God, teasing Sire was fun. I never thought I can make him angry this way. He didn't look like the jealous type although I need to be cautious with him. I don't want him to turn like the last bastard of a boyfriend I had who got jealous of Eric. He tried to fucking kill, my brother. I know what Sire was feeling was just childish jealousy and I hope it stayed that way. I pinched his cheek. 

"Aw, is my big boy getting jealous?" He smacked my hand away and released a huff. The greatest perverted douche-bag that I have ever met had a ridiculous pout because I just told him that his mother's sperm donator was hot.

"Shut up. I'm not talking to you." 

I released a chuckle and wrapped my arms around his hard rock waist. "Oh stop pouting; you're the most gorgeous, hot man who is every person's wet dream," I cooed at him. I feel like I was trying to win the heart of a five-year-old that I made angry because I gave one pack of gummy bears to his brother.

"Go on," he urged making me roll my eyes. 

"You are so piping hot that you make my hole twitch with excitement." 

Sire groaned and his hand shot to his now hardening cock. "Go on!"

I slapped his chest and detached myself from him. "Fuck you; I won't talk dirty to you until you ejaculate. We are in public you motherfucker."

I had to hold a snicker when Sire whined. "Fine, I'll just sit there at the bench," he mumbled and left me standing. My phone rang and I picked it up. It was my dad.

"Papà, come stay? (Papa, how are you?)" I was still foreign to my foster father's language since our father and son relationship was still new. But I was trying my hardest to study the language when he adopted us. 

"Eros, il Mio bambino (Eros, my baby boy), I'm fine. I'm missing you. Eric and I can't wait for you to come home. We will pick you up at the start of your sem break, yes?" 

"Yes papà," I replied. He was such a sweet man and he already treated Eric and me like his own in a short period. 

"Good good, eat well and don't tire yourself too much Tesoro (darling), and you must introduce me to this Sire. I am excited to see what kind of man caught my bambino's heart." 

Eric...I will slap you with your prosthetic leg when my semester break starts. I rubbed my temple with my palm and bid farewell to my dad. Once I ended the call and paid attention more to my surroundings, I noticed that every student that passed by would look at me then zone out behind me. Girls would giggle and have those blushes on their cheeks and guys would snicker and pat their buddy's back. Mister Vitaly ended his conversation with the guard and then when he directed his gaze to me, his eyes widened and a disappointed look formed on his face before a furious one formed.