The Biker's Obsession BL

Chapter 6 - Dangerous Desires

"So," Keith began, his deep voice cutting through the charged silence. "Care to explain what that little display was all about back there?”

Peter felt a twinge of embarrassment as Keith's intense gaze bore into him. Part of him reveled in having the man's undivided attention, but another part worried that he had overstepped some unspoken boundary.

'What was I thinking, running off like that?' Peter fretted internally. ‘He must think I'm a reckless drunk.'

Avoiding Keith's eyes, Peter mumbled, "I-I don't know, I was just..." He trailed off, desperately searching for an excuse.

Keith didn't seem interested in accepting any explanation. "Hmm," he hummed noncommittally, dismissing Peter's attempt to change the subject. Reaching over, he plucked the glass from Peter's hand before the younger man could take a sip.

"I think you've had enough for one night," Keith said, downing the drink himself in one smooth motion.

Just then, Keith's phone began to ring. Letting out an irritated sigh, he rose from the sofa and strode towards his bedroom.

"Be right back"

As the man disappeared into the another room, Peter's mind raced with uncertainty. This man was a complete stranger, yet he followed him all the way to his home.

'This is the next level of desperation, I must admit. How can that be?' Peter wondered, brow furrowing. 'I barely know him and I'm here.'

The rational part of his brain screamed that this was madness, that he was letting his drunken desires cloud his judgment. Getting involved with a stranger was an open invitation for disaster.

'And what if he's not even interested in men?' Peter fretted, the anxiety gnawing at his stomach. 'I could be making a fool of myself, risking everything for a foolish fantasy. Then why did he take me to his fancy looking ass of home.’

His head fell down to his hands, this whatever was happening would not what a sane person would do. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Peter eyed the half-empty bottle of liquor on the table. Throwing his worries away, he quickly poured himself a generous glass, downing it in an effort to dull his nerves.

‘If only I knew for sure how he feels,' Peter mused, chewing anxiously on his lower lip. 'Maybe...maybe I should ask him. But what should I say.'
'Hey are you interested in boys? No
Umm do you play for different team? Yeah it's better if he kills me'

One by one Peter worries making him down a glass and by the time Keith returned, Peter had drank a little too much. The alcohol had warmed his cheeks, lending him a newfound boldness.

"So, uh, who was that?" Peter asked, his words slightly slurred.

Keith frowned, eyeing the almost empty bottle disapprovingly. "No one important," he muttered, moving to reclaim the bottle.

"Just someone who doesn't seem to understand the meaning of 'do not disturb’.”

“Tell me about it”, the shy Peter was gone.

As Keith reclaimed his seat on the sofa, Peter shifted closer, their thighs nearly touching. The air between them felt charged, electric with unspoken tension.

Peter broke the silence, "you live alone?"

Keith raised a brow, "As you can see"

"Oh" Peter tried to sound casual, but couldn't help the hint of triumph in his voice. "I actually live with my friend, Roy. We've been roommates for years. So it's hard to imagine being alone.”