Pining

Chapter 2

So, that happened. And now we're back in his bedroom, and i'm watching him play The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. I introduced it to him about a year ago, and he's almost finished the game. I gave him cheats and hints and stuff, but he refused. Said, "That is not honest. I am an honest guy.". Fair enough, I guess.

He has learned English pretty quickly, actually. But he still speaks formally and stuff sometimes, so I had to teach him some slang and ways to make your sentences shorter. He is really smart, actually. A average, and the only subject he dwindles at is in gym, which I don't blame him for. He's not very athletic, and he's not quite fit nor fat. Just.. right in the middle. Huggable, i'd say. Maybe a bit of a dad-bod. He would be a good dad. Strict, but the type that just wants the best for you.

Anyway, I let out a soft sigh, leaning back and sinking into his bed. The air between us is tense- with awkwardness, I assume. We haven't said a word to each other since he gave me the chapstick. He chose a good flavour for me, strawberry. I lick my lips, feeling the sweet, fruity taste flood my mouth. Wish I could lick his. I wonder if he'd taste good..-

"Hey, man, are you hungry?"

He asks, finally breaking the silence between us. I almost jump at the sound of his voice, so sudden.

"Ah- uh, yeah. Sure."

I hope I don't sound dumb.

"Great. My mom made spaghetti with meatballs."

He says, standing up and turning off the console and TV. Ooh, spaghetti?! That makes me forget about the awkward tension between us! I stand up as well, basically bouncing to his bedroom door.

He leads me downwards and plates two plates with spaghetti, basically drooling as I sit down at the island and watch him. I'm not entirely drooling at the spaghetti, oh no, no, he's got a great ass. Look, I can't help it! It's like two balloons, or perhaps a pair of nice tits, I just can't not look!

The sound of the microwave beeping pushes me out of my very, very respectful looking, blinking a couple of times as he sets a plate of steaming spaghetti and meatballs and a fork before me. I had just realized how hungry I am. What time is it? 6:34 pm.. I last ate at 2:30.. damn, 4 hours?! How'd I survive this long? Well, I guess I was distracted by, well, Nic, obviously. You should see him. He's.. gorgeous.

He microwaves the other plate of spaghetti and then sits next to me, our knees brush for a second. Just a second. But that second.. felt like years. I simply just stare down at our legs, eyes wide, breath hitched, mouth agape, and it's as if it was just another Sunday for him. Damn you, Nic, and your obliviousness. I'm basically at his knees and begging for affection while he just slurps on spaghetti. I feel like a delusional freak, maybe it's a good thing he doesn't like me back. I just wish I could crawl into his brain and see what he thinks about me, at least try to save me from embarrassment. But, no, all I can bring myself to do is sit here, stare, and pray that he'll make a move, or else I fear that I will never get the courage to tell him how I feel. How I.. love him.

There are times like these where I just wonder; Does he like me? Does he even know what he's putting me through? Is he even.. well, gay? What would he do if I were to come out to him? Maybe I should start with that. Tell him my sexuality, and then go on from there. It's June, too. See how he feels about.. me. And people like me.

But.. he doesn't move his leg away. In fact, it's almost as if he's.. leaning his leg onto mine. Deliberately. Maybe.. I have a chance..

We'll just have to see.