Drabbles of a Bookworm ~ One-Shots ( bxb, mxm, mxb )

Singles only

A/N: I had been watching a lot of short LGBT movies in the past few days, and there was this one, called "Boyfriend" that just stuck with me. It was all done so well, from the visuals to the casting that I fell in love with it during those 10 or so minutes. But, as usual, the ending sucked balls! What is wrong with making a gay story that actually has a happy ending? Why the fuck it has to be a tragedy or impossible or something like that? It's 2019 people, WTF!?
So... I have decided to write a short story inspired by the movie.
I hope you'll like it, and if anyone wants to watch the original you can find it on Youtube; just type: Boyfriend short gay movie ☺️
Lav ya 😘
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London

- Oh, come on, London! You have to stop sulking and come with me to this party.-
My best friend Jenny babbled beside me as I glared at her.
Or tried to, at least.
I wasn't really a glaring type of person; in fact, if you asked my friends and family to describe me, they would all probably said one word: optimist.
Yes, I was always smiling, I was usually happy and content with life, rarely sad or down about anything.
You could say that the glass was always half full for me. At least it was; until he came along.

Now, I know that I was probably overreacting a bit since I knew him for like a month before the shit had hit the fan, but honestly, for me, it was enough. He was the most beautiful man that I had ever seen, smart, funny and we just clicked. It was like we were meant to be by how good we got along, so now, after what happened a week ago, I was in a deep funk about it.

- London!-
Jenny screamed into my ear, making me jump a mile high into the air.
- What is the matter with you woman!? You scared the bejesus out of me!
- You were not listening to me! I told you to go and change since I am not leaving this apartment until you agree to go.-
I huffed and shook my head before doing as she told me.

*

I was standing with Jenny and a few of her friends, drinking my soda and trying to pretend as if I was interested in the conversations going around me, but my heart was not in the right place.
All my thoughts kept going back to that night and the days before it, trying to see if I had maybe misread the situation if I had imagined it all. I was so sure that he felt the same way, that now when I was proved wrong, I didn't know what to think.

- Hey guys! I want you to meet a good friend of mine. This is Zachary and we went to college together.-
Monica, the host of the party said, as she joined our little circle, her hand wrapped around the wrist of a familiar hand.
My eyes shot up to be met with piercing blue eyes, shock in them evident as he stared back at me.
Zack.

*

One month earlier

- Sorry. Are you waiting to order?-
I asked the man standing in front of the counter in my favorite coffee shop.
At the sound of my voice, he turned around and I was met with the most beautiful man that I had ever seen.
He was slightly taller than me, well built and tattooed, with shaggy, light brown hair and piercing blue eyes that made me want to stare at them forever.

He smirked and motioned for me to place my order and I quickly scrambled to do so, thanking my mother and father for making me black so it was not obvious that I was blushing like a madman.
I could feel his eyes trailing across my body and one glance around confirmed it, making me feel too hot for clothes.
Our drinks came out at the same time and we looked around the coffee shop to find that there was only one table free and as I looked at him he shrugged and nodded so we made our way to it and sat together.

I was nervous at first, not knowing what to say or do with my hands as he sat across from me, that devilish smirk still on his lips. But then he asked me to tell him something about myself and as time went by I slowly relaxed until I found myself laughing out loud at some funny story from his job.
Zack was 28, four years older than me and he owned a mechanic shop downtown. He was full of stories about crazy clients and the things they would say or do, so by the time I looked at my phone and saw that we have been there for four hours, my stomach hurt and my eyes watered from how hard we were laughing.
We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways, and I couldn't help but hope that I will see him soon.
There was just something about him that snatched my attention, and all I wanted to do was sit and talk to the man forever.
After two days he finally called and we went on a hike, once again having a blast together, and during that time I had the opportunity to see him in a lot fewer clothes than when we met, and the sight of his perfect body just made it all the more harder to keep my hands to myself. But I managed, not wanting to look like a slut and only allowed my eyes to feast on the naked flesh that I really wanted to lick.
It was madness, that's what it was, the amount of attraction that I had to the man.