The Biker's Obsession BL

Chapter 1 - Surprises in the Morning Hues

Beep Beep Beep!

The alarm boomed in a small room, making a figure under the soft, fuzzy blanket to stir.

When the noise persisted, brown eyes fluttered open and frantically searched for the source of the sound. 27-year-old Peter kicked the sheets in frustration, "I don't want to go".

He sighed realising the payday in almost there. "It's Friday. Just one more day, then it's the weekend!", hitting the snooze button for five more precious minutes.

Late night shifts were getting unbearable. When the alarm buzzed again, Peter yielded, "Fine, I'm up" with a yawn and nose scratches sat on his bed.

He looked around the small room. It was relatively clean with a cupboard, given he was hardly at home. He got up and walked towards the window beside a study table. He always wanted a minimalistic room. A cold breeze soothe his tired soul.

"Honestly, Ron, this view is worth every penny," Peter chuckled, remembering the week-long argument with his best friend/ flatmate, Ron.

He glanced on the tall buildings on one side and open sky on other. Peter really loved this scenic view from there. It looked straight out of movies.

Honey dipped eyes looked outside as his mind wander back to a time when things were different.

Peter grew up in NYC, raised by loving parents who had a hard time handling their short tempered, extroverted and stubborn son. Young Peter was fair with little freckles spread across his face, his brown eyes matched his brown curly ruffled hair.

His house has always been full of self driven talented people, making young boy feel out of place. He acted as if he didn't care but often drowned himself in tears at night, cursing not being enough like the rest of his family. He just wanted to make his parents proud but often prayed to everything in power to help him get out of this life. His parents loved him but Peter always saw their love as a pity on himself which led the yound boy get detached from them even more.

By the time, the brunet (brown hair man)  graduated, he decided to leave the house behind and find his own place in the world.

Otherwise how would he ever know if there's any place out there where he actually belongs.

But now Peter was nothing like his younger self. He was conscious, turned introverted and work had officially made him a people pleaser.

Peter often thought what would happen if he never left his home. How different his life would be if he just accepted their pity as love? He goes back to home, his mom would have already prepared dinner for him. They would chat about how his day went. How busy the day was? Why he couldn't finish his lunch? His mom will scold him for not taking care of himself. He will give her the hot gossip from the office to calm her down.

Tear rolled down from brown eyes and  pulled him out of the past. He looked at the clock and makes his way to the bathroom. His nose was unusually itchy today.

"Aaaahhhhh!" A screeching yell could be heard from the bathroom.

"What the hell is that?" Something in the mirror was displeasing him.

"I can't go out like this. No No No. I have a presentation today."

It seems like his plans have been ruined by A Pimple.

"I worked really hard on it. But why does it have to be on my nose?"

He gasped, "No, I can't go out like this. He will be there too. What am I going to do?"

The screaming session lasted for another 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, from the adjacent room, Ron emerged, enjoying the morning chaos.

"Yo, Peter! You're quite energetic in the morning. Did you survive your dogwatch?" Ron sarcastically beamed.

"Yeah, just what I needed," Peter muttered from the bathroom and came out of the bathroom. "Survive is the keyword here. Presentation at work and I got a pimple"

Ron laughed, "Oh shit and it's on your nose. Hahaha! At least you're going not alone."

"Are you done?", Peter glared at him.

Ron tried to hold his laugh, " Yeah I'm done. I'm done. Ummm...Breakfast?"

"Yeah. Maybe breakfast can help."

Peter can hear his stupid roomate's laugh from hallway but didn't waste any time and got ready for office. His manager definitely won't let him live if he gets late.

But the problem was the blaring red pimple on his nose.

The man rushes around and come up with a brilliant idea to pop it. "What could possibly go wrong, right?"

Everything!

'Since morning, everything has been going wrong', Peter was screaming in his head.

First, the pimple on his nose, then the missing sock, spilled coffee, and now he was asked to get off the lift because it overweighted.

"Stupid lift, stupid people trying to squeezed in the small space. Now I have to take the stupid stairs!"

It's hard to be a nice person when the universe decides to test you.

The brilliant idea of popping the pimple had also turned into a horrible mistake as his nose became more vibrant.

He tried his best to hide his nose with his hands but climbing 7 floors requires no such need.

"Seems like people hardly use stairs these days. Lazy bunch!", Peter irritation was going up with each floor.

As he was climbing the stairs drowned in his worries, random questions circled his mind.

"But what I'm going to do about my nose? Should I apply some concealer? No, people will definitely notice it", the self monologue continued throughout three floors.

Lost in his world Peter didn't notice someone coming until he bumped into HIM.