Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Seven: "Boss"

"Benjamin you're all set. Please sign here and you can be on your way. Make sure you get plenty of rest and water, nothing physical for a week." the doctor told me and I fumbled quick to sign the papers. I didn't want to trouble Lucas anymore than I had to. I didn't have a broken nose nor any broken ribs but only a light concussion which strayed far from the serious zone of injuries. Of course a few scratches but they bandaged them all up and told me I would live to see another day. So in all, I was acting like a big baby thinking I was about to die and all.

I hope Lucas didn't mind.

"Sorry about this." I said nervously rubbing the back of my neck.

"Why are you sorry Benji?" Lucas chuckled.

"For troubling you."

"You didn't trouble me. Come on let me take you home."

"Okay." I mumbled following after him awkwardly. This was super embarrassing. Not only because it looked like I was some helpless idiot, it was also because I may have looked just plain annoying in his eyes. What if he found me needy, calling him because I had a few scratches? I really wanted to talk to him but my voice just wouldn't speak up.

"Benji," he coaxed my name gently. "type in your address."

"Okay."

"Are you hungry?" he asked and I paused briefly before answering.

"A little."

"Want to make some dinner?" he said. "I'm also an excellent chef."

"That sounds nice, but I don't have many ingredients at my apartment."

"We can go to my place." he paused. "That is if you feel comfortable to."

"I'd love that!" I said excitedly not realizing how jumpy and somewhat desperate that sounded. I was just happy that he wanted to spend more time with me after everything that transpired tonight. He was the first guy who hadn't done something so vulgar to me and helped me when I needed him. It was rare to find such a hot looking guy with a great personality and a lot of control.

"I'm pretty good at cooking Italian and Mexican foods surprisingly." he commented and that rubbed me as odd because I figured one of those would be his nationality.

"If you don't mind me asking if you're not Italian or Mexican then where did your family originate from?" I asked.

"My family came from South America."

"Oh do you speak Spanish then?"

"That I do."

"That's really cool." I said. "I can only speak English."

Lucas smiled and nodded like that were obvious. "Did you take a language class in High school?"

"I took Spanish but I don't remember a thing.  The only thing I can do is count to ten."

"Classes like those won't teach you much."

"I barely passed it."

"Spanish is a hard language to learn too, depending on your teachers."

"Yeah, it didn't make any sense to me." I laughed awkwardly. "So do you live alone?" I asked wondering if maybe he shared it with someone like a friend or maybe someone on a closer level. No, I shook my head, that couldn't be possible. He wouldn't show this much interest in me if he had a lover of some sort.