Sweet but psycho

Chapter 8

"Hey, you're early.", my mom said.

"Yeah, didn't feel good, I go to bed."

"Are you sick?"

"No just tired."

"Okay, if it gets worse tell me."

"I will."

I laid on my bed and thought about my sudden action. I swore to myself that I need to explain why I did it and apologize.

And so I went over the next day, it was a Friday, and I only had classes until the early noon. My heart almost skipped a beat, I was scared that I messed up and that he didn't want to see me again.

I knocked, the door opened and again no one to be seen.

"Mort?", I called him, he didn't answer so I walked towards the living room.

"You're not even waiting for me anymore.", he asked from behind.

"Seriously, you need to stop that!"

"No.", he laughed. "Sit down. Beer?"

"Beer?", I let myself fall on the big comfy chair.

"Yeah, thought I buy a few bottles. Couldn't let you walk around saying I'm a bad host, could I?"

"Oh, that's why."

"Of course, or did you think I like you?", he grinned.

"Okay, erm listen, I am sorry about yesterday, I didn't think."

"Obviously."

"Can't we just forget it happened?"

"I never forget what people have done to me, whether it's good or bad.", he walked around not sitting down, making me nervous with it.

"I get it. Didn't want to end up as a bad memory."

"Never said that. But you shouldn't kiss an asexual person without warning."

"I.....what? I'm sorry......I didn't know."

"To make it easier, think before you act."

"Got that. Sorry."

"Apologize one more time and I'll kick your ass."

"Sure.....You're ace?"

"Yes. An asexual homosexual."

"I......am not sure if I get you."

"I am gay, I love silly minded hot guys like you, but the thought of getting intimate, another person touching me and two naked sweaty bodies touching and getting the others body liquids over or even in my body, just because of the animalistic urge of reproduction, absolutely disgusts me."

"If you say it like that......not very helpful in our situation anyway."

"Exactly.", he finally sat down leaning over the arm rest.

"So, you never had.?"

"Oh of course I had."

"But how? I don't get it. If you don't like it, how did you....?"

"I have my ways, darling.", he stood up with a smile.

"Do I want to know your ways?"

"We'll see about that.", his grin got bigger.

"What did you feel when we kissed?", I asked, again not thinking before I spoke.

"What?"

"Did you feel anything, do you feel any sexual attraction?"

"I don't. But just because I don't live it out like other people doesn't mean I don't feel anything, it'sjust a bit different. ", he turned around with one hand in his pocket, in the other the glass of Whisky.

"Then what did the kiss do to you?"

"Bit desperate?", he pouted.

"Curious.", put his glass down chuckling, before his smile vanished.

"Oh, it made me so horny, that I wanted to rip your clothes off and do things to you, you couldn't even imagine.", he leaned over me, pushing up my chin with his long slim fingers, his eyes scanning my face, the mouth slightly open, forming a tiny smile.

"Oh, okay.", he came closer, almost touching my lips.

"Get out before I do it.", he moved back.

"Okay.", I got up.

"Can I kiss you?"

"No."

"Worth a try."

"You wish."

"Yeah.", I left.