SUMMARY:
Ray- lonely, rich, alcoholic but gorgeous playboy meets Yok- financially strapped, talented artist and hot, handsome rebel accidentally one night while Yok is vandalizing the walls of Ray's old, abandoned mansion where his mother had di...
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YOK
"Where are we?" Ray questioned as he let me remove his helmet. Eyes glued on the humble house I share with my mom. It was small and rather run down. Compared to Ray's mansion, this must seem like a pigsty.
"This is where I live with my Mom," I told him simply. Assessing his reaction to the information.
His eyes widened for a bit but he kept his mouth shut and nodded instead.
Leading the way as I unlocked the door, I let him enter before me. Our house might not be grand but it's clean, thanks to my mother who always painstakingly cleans the small space every time she has free time.
Dropping my keys on the bowl in the entryway table, I told him to sit anywhere he wanted. I proceeded to open the fridge and gave him a cold soda, as I sat on the counter while he sat on the old couch that my mother had lovingly covered with her crocheted throw over.
"Where's your Mom then?" Ray asked, eyeing the picture of us during my high school graduation displayed above the television which was still the old box type, not the flat screen you can see everywhere.
"She works the night shift at a small eatery. She'll be home early in the morning," I answered.
Sighing visibly relaxing, he leaned on the couch and closed his eyes.
"So young master, is my house not to your liking?" I asked him, taking out a cigarette and opening the window. I could only ever do this here when my mother is not around.
"It's warm and homely. It's definitely better than mine," he whispered, eyes still closed.
Laughing, I scoffed, "what? You're kidding right?"
"Yok, I'm a brat and I admittedly grew up used to all the luxuries available to me, but you know what I don't have? A loving mother who placed our picture front and center in the living room, who crocheted a throw over our old couch, who left home cooked meals for me," He says pointing to the food covered in the counter with a note. I didn't even know he had noticed that. "If Victor and Grace ever leave, I'd be alone in that big concrete prison, which my Dad rarely visits and even less, comes to see me. He'd gladly throw his money my way if that would get me away from him," he continues, too softly like he never meant for me to hear him. His face slowly rubbed into the crochet's texture.
My heart ached for Ray, who had lost his mother and also had a cold father. Glad Victor really seems to care for him and so does Grace. Families after all are not only necessarily blood, Hia Gumpa had taught us ROL Gang that.
"Want me to give you a tour of my palace?" I jokingly asked, trying to kill the somber mood that had fallen on Ray.
He did a surprise double take and laughed, "yeah sure, lead the way."
The tour started and ended in my room. Ray was all over me once I opened the door.
One way he usually copes when he is feeling down is having crazy, wild sex just like that first night in the mansion, like that in the back alley of YOLO and the morning after he tried to off himself. Wanting to make him feel the warmth of my heart, I gave in to him, returning his kisses and his touches with the same passion and urgency.
