Pretty Boy

What Must It Be Like To Grow Up That Beautiful?

                       Part 2: I Remember It
                              All Too Well

Serge:

Whisking through the feeling of heavy winds meeting my face, I continue to pedal my bike and let myself be lost in the bliss of its surreality.

It's been three days since I apologized to Hogan, and even though I feel like I did it out of helplessness, I can't help but be pleased with my decision. It's refreshing how we easily mend our friendship from the short time of being with each other, and how quickly I am reminded of the things that I missed the most about being with him.

"You're looking like an old chap there from how slow you are, Serge. Come on, now!" Hogan taunts.

I've probably been in my thoughts for too long because this motherfucker is already too far ahead of me and is already biking at pure speed.

"Maybe if you stop pulling a Usain Bolt and actually just enjoy the ride, then you wouldn't be complaining right now and I wouldn't have to fucking keep up with your pace," I say to him.

I doubt that he heard me since we're now biking through the woods and the winds are getting louder.

"Pretty sure Usain Bolt is a runner, you genius. And besides, I've got something to show you," he replies with a smirk.

I couldn't help but miss his smirk when he turns his head back and focuses on where he's going. I've been seeing it for a while now, and apparently, it's also my most favourite thing in the world to see because I can't stop the flickers sparkling in my stomach whenever he gives it to me.

My smile immediately falters minutes later, though, because he literally continues to pedal his bike even faster. Fucking hell.

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It took me nearly five minutes to finally catch up with him. And when I do, he's already in the place where he'd supposedly wanted to take me.

We park our bikes in the grass, and wallow ourselves in the sight of a beautiful lake.

It's mesmerizing to look at, especially with the clear waters surrounding it. It has enough vines hanging from the trees to add aesthetics to their whole display and leaves falling into the lake itself.

Trying to settle from the view, I step near the water and let myself indulge in the beauty of it all. But then I got distracted as Hogan starts stripping off his clothes next to me. Fuck.

It's not like I haven't seen him naked before, which I already have, specifically last night since we took our shirts off before sleeping. But the sight that's beheld before my eyes right now is truly different than what I'm used to seeing.

Rays of sunshine starts kissing every inch of his body, added with dashes of sweat to compliment his silhouette. I couldn't help but feel wonderstruck because it's definitely a sight to adore.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

I find myself wondering those words since they're probably the best thing to describe what I'm currently seeing.

I'm still lost from what I just saw. I didn't even realize he had already left and was now swimming in the lake as a sudden splash of water comes cascading towards me.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or would you start taking off your clothes?" Hogan asks, while running his finger over his already wet hair.

"I don't know. Do I have to?" I tease him.