I'll Come To You (Boy x Boy) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

*JAYDEN POV*

I dropped my phone and felt like the whole have been destroyed against me to hear that my mother is dead. My heart couldn't take the pain.

I screamed my lungs out with anger. A tear rolled down my eyes like an endless river. I ran to my room and laid face down on my face. my brain felt like a Rubik's cube. I couldn't think right. It was an unimaginable event that has ever happened. I ran to the kitchen and opened the cupboard to take a knife. I remember what I promised my mother.

I didn't promise it for her, it was for myself. I dropped the knife and walked to my room to listen to some sad playlist. My brothers came home, and I wiped my tears as if nothing happened.

"What happened to you, were you crying?" my youngest brother asked, "cry..me...no I was cutting onions" I lied while plastering a fake smile on my face.

I couldn't bring myself to tell them, if a big brother like me cries then what could they do? They went to their room as I left the kitchen and fell on the couch while placing my palm on my eyes and wiping my face down.

The following morning, I woke up on the couch, and the pathetic news weakened me. I went to the fridge to get some apple juice, I poured it into a glass cup and held it in my left hand.

"The new orphan in the country" I sighed taking a sip from the cup I couldn't comprehend what happened yesterday.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, that's when my haunting thought started building up. I couldn't help but cry in the shower, I was excruciated.

Glad it was Saturday, I stayed home to rethink my life without a mother. I watched some movies about orphans and it didn't change how I felt. I made some ice cream myself and stuffed my face with it.

My sister came home at dusk and I was afraid she was going to tell my brother which will probably destroy them.

"We would be going to Valencia to live mama and we would be selling the house"

Can my life get any worse?

"Why?" I asked.

"Since mom is no longer alive and am getting married, and very soon you will be graduating, we can't leave your brothers alone," she replied.

I was so angry I couldn't say anything. I walked into the room agitated. I received a call from an unknown number. I refuse to pick the number. But it called again. I answered it and it was the manager of the part-time job I requested online.

He said he would be available on Sunday and I would go and meet him. The next day after church, I went to the address he sent to me and it was a gay bar. I was startled and I quietly entered and saw him by the counter.

"Hey, Jayden, come to have a seat."

"Thank you."

We had a mid-conversation and were eventually given the job.

"Will you be comfortable with men, not just any man, hot flirty men?".

"I don't care"

I need a job for me and my siblings.

The next day, I left home for school. Mason looked at me with a flirty stare while talking to his friends but I ignored him and continued walking till I reached my class which.

I saw Asad and I quickly turned back and leaned on the wall, thinking about how I could face him. I took a deep breath and walked toward him

"Hi"

He didn't even look at me. I walked awkwardly to my seat and twiddled my thumbs feeling like a freshman. The bell rang and we were all dismissed.

"Jayden, I'm so sorry for what happened to mama, she was like a mother to me I'll miss her forever"

"Mike" I called.

"Yeah" Mike responded.

"Do you know anything about working in a bar.... which is mainly... for men?" I asked. "Bar?.... mainly for men?.....you mean gay bar?" he asked with his nose wrinkled.

"Yeah, it's because I just applied for a part-time job there" I weakly said.

"Well I don't know anything about gay but I hope it goes well for you" He beamed.

"You know something?" He said.

"What?" I asked.

"You are the strongest person I know"

"what do you mean?" I asked.

"For someone like you lose your parents, you are still inclined on taking care of your family and that's what makes you special" He stated.

After school, I went home and waited till 8 pm and I sneaked out of the house for my first day in my new part-time job. I entered the bar and went to my post as a bartender, I never knew people will come this many in a gay bar.

I was trained by another bartender on how to attend to customers and which alcohol drink is which, I couldn't focus on all the activities going on, I saw some men on briefs stripping on a metal pole, and some were missing. After learning the things I need to do I attended to my first customer he was cute, he wore a plain grey shirt with his hair high faded and with hazel eyes, and I felt like he was flirting with me.

" What do you want?" I asked giving him a straight face.

"I'm looking at it," he said with a smoky voice while biting his bottom lip.

"Uh......what do you mean," I asked nervously.

Before I knew it his face was close to mine like we were about to kiss, I slowly pushed him away. He ordered vodka, and he asked for two cups and I gave it to him, he put the glass cups on the counter table and poured the vodka into the two cups and he offered me a cup and gave me an intimidating look.

"Sorry I don't drink" raising my eyebrows.

He pleaded with me seductively. I decided to take a sip and started taking vodka with him. I got drunk and he took me to the washroom and I felt his soft tender lips on my neck, his lips were like a Summer rain, pouring over his as if they had the power to take away and give back life.

"Shall I explain how you are tempting me?" he said.

It was a rhetorical question. His fingers traced slowly down my spine, his breath coming more quickly against my skin. My hands were limp on his chest, and I felt lightheaded again. He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for the second time, very carefully, parting them slightly.

"You're insane." I pressed back against the wall, breathless.

He took off his shirt. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explode. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

"You're not worried that I'm going to rape you, are you?" he said. "Don't. I'm not interested in that, not in the restroom."

I heard someone walking in. My vision was blurry I couldn't see him.

"Who are you and what are you doing to him?"
That was the last thing I heard.