Love Is In The Air Series, Book 1 | Boy x Boy Oneshots

Shot 4: Want me Like You Want Me

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"Bitch boy." I said in a monotone voice

"Don't call me that asshole" he snaps at me I raise my eyebrow and a smirk plays on my lips

"Oh so I'm the asshole huh" says the one who kissed that boy and that girl right in front of my face. Intense eye contact by the way." I recalled last month's party at his house held by his sister Jacky. Me and my friends dragged our asses just to see people get drunk and high off their asses.

Then bitch boy-I mean Joaquin Knight made out with a boy and girl (yes he's bisexual our bisexual bitch boy king next! ) right in front of me especially showing eye contact. His eyes held desire and lust intertwined like hands tied together he knew he was trying to get under my skin he knew he wanted me right there and then taking me and owning my body in front of everyone. He knows my body wouldn't be able to top others and how they'll be like mine, so he cheated the gamble of letting the cards let all out on deck only to lose what was worth owning to cherish. Me.

It hurt like hell but somehow I managed to push through only a bit. I guess you can say I did it with a broken heart but partly failed at doing so.

He groans rubbbng his face furiously before letting them colasp to his sides "let it go it was last fucking month it's in the past nobody got hurt right? Right." My heart stung but igroned it this was the first time he said something mean I don't know if I can call it mean but it fucking hurt.

My heart aches but I disregard it, this was the first time he uttered something unkind tho I'm uncertain if I was can classfiry it as mean or downright stupid to say but I know it fucking hurt.

I know he has issues but one thing about bitch boy, he loves to deny.

Almost as if he wanted to date and fuck deny all the time he wanted, they were toxic till the end.

I sigh heavily " Look, you can deny all you want but don't pretend that you can't feel it either cause I know you do." My voice was soft and gentle like a light feather hoping it can make some sense but I was once told actions speak louder than words so I'm not hoping my ass out here.

He continued to narrow his eyes at me but I saw a peak of softness in his eyes. So words speak louder than actions? He calms his demeanor down and locks his brown eyes at mine. I adored his brown eyes, the beauty in their honeyed glow, rich like dark wood color. Blazing with admiration.

It made me feel like the earth warped its arms around me pulling me in embrace like I'm the only thing that matters in its arms. Something I wished for Joaquin would do to me, treating me like the only universe to exist on the axis to its existence.

I continued my eyes never leaving his "Wether it's now, tomorrow or in hundreds of years or possible never there will never be someone that makes me feel the way you do." I took a step forward

"Whether it be now, tomorrow, or in one hundred years, there will never be someone that makes me feel the way you do." I took a step forward "or shoukd I say

"What" I taunt "You don't like it when somebody calls you bitch boy." The confidence I had in myself was overbearing but when it comes to pissing Joaquin Knight it triggers a playful joker card I gestured

His eyes darken and he shoves me against the wall. I groaned once my back hit the wall but my smirk never leaves. He pins my hands above my head and leans in forehead our eyes meeting at an intense moment "Shut the fuck up, Channing...before I make you." He whispers, his voice dropping tension.