CUPID

6.

CHAPTER 6

The taste of the strawberry. The smell of the menthol candy. The feeling of comfort when being hugged in the middle of your despair.

Fuck!

Natan felt and tasted all of that at once when Brian kissed him just now.

Brian gently pressed his lips against Natan's and attempted to slip his tongue inside Natan's mouth.

However, Natan did not respond to Brian's kiss. It was a one-sided kiss.

I won't kiss back. I won't kiss back.

But when Brian slipped his tongue inside, Natan felt his knees weaken.

Realizing what was happening, Natan quickly pushed Brian away and wiped his lips.

He looked at Brian furiously. "What the fuck?" he asked, incredulous. "What the freaking hellish fucking fuck did you do?!"

However, Natan did not expect the reaction he saw from Brian.

Brian looked at him, equally shocked, his eyes wide and disbelieving. He seemed speechless. "Uhm...." he muttered, and then he stormed out, leaving Natan all by himself.

Natan stood there, still shocked and unable to believe what had just happened.

When he remembered the kiss, he touched his lips. He could still feel Brian's lips on his.

Soft. Fragrant. And....

Delicious.

Fuck! He couldn't deny that Brian's lips tasted so good. Different from any woman he had ever kissed.

Fuck!

***

After Brian stormed out, away from Natan, he went towards the restroom and then to the sink.

There was a large mirror behind the sink, and he was startled to see his reflection.

His eyes were wide with shock, his face flushed, and even his lips looked different. He couldn't believe he had just kissed someone.

A man!

Fuck! What the fuck did I just do?

Even Brian was confused. He hadn't planned to kiss Natan. His plan had been to eat at the cafeteria, but when he saw Natan, he didn't know why he approached him and tried to annoy him.

And then, Natan dragged him somewhere. Somewhere people couldn't see the two of them. Behind a classroom near the cafeteria that students rarely visited.

Remembering the kiss, Brian ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly and pulling.

He was trying to calm down. Trying to think rationally. When he looked up, his attention was drawn to his own lips.

They were flushed.

He ran his tongue over his upper lip. The memory of Natan's lips flooded back.

He tastes good. He tastes fucking good for a guy! Fucking shit.

This is not good. If these feelings grow, he might find himself on the verge of misery.

Although Brian didn't consider these feelings valid, he couldn't deny that Natan always gave him a sense of peace whenever he was around.

This is really not good.

I should not let these strange feelings grow. Brian, brace yourself for fuck's sake!

After washing his face again, Brian went outside the restroom and left the school. He found a nearby restaurant where he could eat lunch.

He was not ready to face Natan yet. It would only confuse him more. He would deal with everything when he was in the right frame of mind. Let Batman handle it!