Welcome back to Game on! Chapter 8!
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Cry’s bottom lip quivered. Tears sprang in his eyes as he left the bathroom stall. He ran straight to Ken, who still seemed to be drooling over the desserts. Upon Cry’s arrival, Ken looked up. Instant worry showed on his face. “What wrong?” he asked worried as he jumped from his chair and hugged Cry. “Fe-Felix..” Cry sobbed. Ken took Cry’s chair and put it next to his as he sat Cry and himself down. “Shh, it’s okay..” Ken said, stroking Cry’s back. The pizza’s arrived and the waitress asked if they needed anything. “A water, please,” Ken said, nodding to her. Cry stopped sobbing and just hugged Ken. Ken took a hold of Cry’s chin and made him look him in the eyes. Ken instantly felt blood rushing down his body when he saw the big tears filled eyes of Cry. He blushed lightly. He never expected to be so affected by Cry. “Whatever he said…or did.. don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he says.. You’re very pretty.” Ken said, smiling warmly at Cry. Cry wiped away his tears with his sleeves. “You think so?” he asked while looking up at Ken. Cry only noticed know how beautiful Ken actually was. The soft lights and the warmth from the candle on the table.. everything seemed to make the bearded man more beautiful. Cry blushed. He had never thought about Ken as attractive, but now.. Why does my stomach feels like it’s flying and making summersault’s? he thought. Ken needed every ounce of self-control to not press his limps against Cry’s. Those big, surprised and yet hopeful eyes.. Ken thought, I can’t help it..it’s so cute..He’s making me fall even more for him. The glass of water arrived and the waitress asked if they needed more. Ken gently refused and she walked away. “Let’s eat the pizza,” Ken said, smiling at Cry,” before it gets cold.” Cry sniffled a bit,” yeah. Good idea.”
Cry hoped that one mean text message was a one-time thing. But he was wrong. It the following two days he got more.
Why did you have a boyfriend?
Are you one of those fags who goes to gay bars and gives blowjobs?
Are you some sort of gay slut?
Those messages were the worst. Cry had come to Ken every time. In tears. Ken had comforted him every time and make sure he complimented Cry on how good he was looking or how nice he was. Cry had giggled and hugged Ken, thanking him. Cry had the feeling he began to like Ken more than friends. One time, he had almost kissed Ken. After Ken had given him a compliment on how pretty his eyes where and that he could stare all day in them, he had stared in Ken’s eyes, feeling like he was going to drown and he had shifted closer and closer and without noticing his face was very close to Ken’s. He could feel his breathing and the slight feeling of Ken’s beard. He had quickly pulled away, feeling very embarrassed and blushing heavily. His heart was racing and his breathing shallow. He had excited the room and lay on his bed. Thinking about the situation, he fell asleep. Ken had apparently tucked him in, ‘cause when he woke up the following morning, he was under his cover and his shirt was missing. He smiled. He had eventually stopped texting Pewdie and concentrated on the fun stuff with Ken. And he felt very happy.
