LINKAGE (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 59: DOCUMENTS OF FREEDOM

"What is wrong? You look like you are in another planet since we left the restaurant." Isaac asked while he and Gavin walked into his bedroom. Gavin's steps were quick and anxious, while Isaac was calm, but curious. When their presence was detected, the lights were on, getting the room entirely bright. Isaac made sure to lock the door and turn off the Morph. He took the sweater off, folded it and put it on the bedside table.

"It is nothing important. Leave it." Gavin removed his shoes and put it on the closet. Walking barefoot, he left the sweater hanging on a chair while Isaac still bombed him with questions. Bethervan could tell by Gavin's voice that he was lying.

The nasty thoughts they had about each other were now gone. Isaac only thought about Gavin's well being and the Malone boy thought about how he was feeling related to everything.

"No, it is not nothing." Isaac responded and walked closer to Gavin, holding his arm softly. Gavin looked at the place Isaac's hand was touching, then he remembered the person he was talking to. It was the boy who saved him countless times and confessed his feelings in front of his face with an open heart. Gavin softened and looked up to meet Isaac's worried eyes.

"I liked the dinner. I really did. But in a moment I started to feel like I was not myself, that I was putting a facade to look like... like..." He stumbled with his words while trying to figure a way to explain his feelings.

"To look serious and authoritarian?" Isaac hit the jackpot. Once again Gavin was having emotional problems with the being the president thing, even though he was just a candidate for the position.

"Exactly. At least I was trying to and it was bothering me."

"You do not need that, love." Isaac pointed out sincerely, grabbing both Gavin's hands and placing a kiss on their backs. He laced his fingers with Gavin's after it.

"Of course I need Isaac. Not only the public needs to believe in me, but also these people that are working for me. They are all older than me, smarter than me, more experienced than I am... the problem is that I don't want to be something I am not, Isaac."

Isaac secretly wanted to roll his eyes and tell Gavin he was being dramatic, but he was not going to get the situation worse than already was. He closed the distance between their bodies in a hug where he held the back of Gavin's head with his hand, while the other embraced the shorter's back. "You made this far, Gavin. There is no point in giving up when we are so close of realizing your father's wishes."

"That is the thing, Isaac. My father's wishes. When are we working on what I want? I don't want any of this." He distanced from Isaac to look in his eyes again. Bethervan held the face of his lover with both hands, caressing it swiftly.

"I know you want to go after your past, your memories... and we are going to do that, Gavin. I promise we are, but first we need to make you President. It will be easier for us to realize your wishes like that." Isaac saw how vulnerable Gavin was, and it didn't happen often. He was aware that Gavin was tuff and had his mind protected even though he might feel sad or discouraged.

"When, Isaac?"

"A month from now, we will have the election. If you replace Kyedoth, in two months we will go after whatever you want, but you need to resist, even if you are not feeling motivated. I will be always here to help with whatever you need."

"Fine."

"And do not make that face. Go take a bath. I will go downstairs get you something to will calm your nerves." He released the hold on Gavin and walked out of the room. He was going to prepare a herb hot tea for Gavin to chill a bit about the matter.

The living room was dark, but the lights in the kitchen were on, signaling his mother was there. She was drinking water after she took some medicine for headache. She was still wearing the dinner outfit, but she was barefoot. Angelina had a gentle smirk when she spotted her son's presence in the room. Isaac quickly hugged her on the side and placed a kiss on her head. He was feeling lovely that night.