It Wasn't That Way

Chapter 13

Eiw had always been cute to Cake.

Even when they were kids, Cake had always thought that Eiw was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. Eiw had the best smile and the most gentle and genuine eyes. He had squishable cheeks and a tweakable nose. Cake even liked Eiw's ears. There was something so precious in the way the lobes would stretch when he pulled on them playfully. Cake had always had such affection for Eiw, but he'd never really paid attention to his physicality.

As it turned out, there was a lot to see.

And a lot to be attracted to.

Eiw was a little taller now, not as scrawny as he'd been in middle school, but he still wasn't as tall as Cake. Cake had gotten much taller and bigger thanks to all the athletics in America, and Eiw was adorably petite in comparison.

He had a lithe and limber body, and possessed an almost feline grace. He cut such a pretty figure in his college uniform. Seriously, he had no business making a simple white shirt and black pants look so good.

The orange in his lips had deepened with adulthood, coloring them sunset. They were a dusky red and looked as though they were perpetually caught in golden hour. Cake's new favorite hobby became sneaking surreptitious looks at Eiw whenever he slicked them over with gloss.

And then there were Eiw's hands. Small, soft palms with rangy piano fingers, crowned with painted nails. Cake wasn't sure what to make of them. Eiw wore his nails all glittery and pink, and long. Cake had only ever seen girls wear them that way, but there was something so appealing about the way that Eiw rocked them.

His heart did somersaults every time he looked at Eiw's graceful hands, and he was utterly besotted whenever they pulled him close. They were still steadfast in the way they took care of him and playful in the way they teased, but there was this other element to them. This magnetic quality that allured Cake. He wanted to hold them all the time.

And his legs.... Cake had been stricken speechless when Eiw decided to sleep in shorts one night. He had these beautiful, long, golden legs that went on for days. He had plush, slender thighs that Cake wanted to rest his head on, and shapely calves that tapered into ankles that begged to be kissed.

Cake's heart had thudded so hard and so loudly that he was terrified that Eiw might hear it when he pillowed his head on his chest. Eiw had hooked his leg over Cake's the way he'd always done, and Cake had to force himself through the two times table to try and control his breathing.

Cake had never been more attracted to someone in his life, but unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who was.

Now that Eiw was more friendly and smiled more, he attracted so much attention. Especially from that stupid senior, Tal.

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P'Tal was everywhere, that jerk. On Eiw's phone, in his stupid after school club, and in his life.

Here was Cake after four years of being away and Eiw couldn't tear himself away from his phone for one minute. He was all "Yes P'Tal", "Okay P'Tal", and "Right away P'Tal, I'm so happy to help!"

It made Cake sick.

He wanted to take Eiw's phone and break it. Couldn't Eiw tell that P'Tal liked him and was trying to monopolize his time? Cake was the current owner of a massive crush on Eiw, and his senses were finely attuned to scoping out anyone else who might feel the same way. Cake hadn't even met the guy and he could tell. He could sense it just from the the way he draped his arm around Eiw's shoulders in that picture Eiw had framed and put on his shelf. He could feel it from the way that he kept Eiw on the phone for as long as possible. Was Eiw really that dense?!