Smoke [BL]

🗝SMOKE: THE DEAL

"Hey, Stefhen! I heard that you broke up with Katie Fox already."

As expected. News spreads like a darn wildfire, especially, if it's someone like Stefhen Frost, heir of the current head of PYRO clan, is involved.

"Yeah. So what?"

Vincent turn his head a bit to see the lady since she's a little bit too short.

The lady, Carol Williams, smiled with interest and blushed.

O-oh. Stefhen knew it!

"Well, wanna go out with me?"

And boom! Carol dropped the bomb.

"Sure."

Stefhen's response sounded like an automated reply, but nonetheless - Carol seems satisfied.

"Woah!" Carol exclaimed with joy, "I'll see you later then." she added shortly when the bell chimed loudly.

Stefhen thought that the lady had left but to his surprise, Carol stood on her toes and leaned closer for a kiss when Stefhen moved his head back.

Carol's lips landed on his Stefhen's left cheek instead.

"You should never do that again."

Stefhen told her as he helped her to stand properly back on her feet. His tone is hard but it wasn't harsh.

"I don't like kisses." He added.

Carol felt embarrased and upset at the same time but hid it under an obvious  faint smile and replied, " fine. I'll try to remember, babe."

Babe? Stefhen laughed.

"Sure. I don't care either way."

Carol was about to cry but Stefhen do not do sweet talk nor romance. He do relationship without commitment, do sex anywhere with anyone and that is why he never had a Real Lover.

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[A/N: Sorry for the advertisement. XD REAL LOVER is another book that is currently not posted, yet!]

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The morning classes passed in a blink, not really, but for Stefhen, it did cause he's not really paying attention.

After the bell chimed, he quickly left the room and went on the rooftop to have a smoke.

"Finally, I can relax." Stefhen said as he pull out a cigar out of his pocket and lit the end with a lighter.

Stefhen has the habit of watching the students on the field while he inhales and puffs the smoke in the air.

It was a short second before he can finish his cigar when he heard steps from his back, at the door.

"Stay where you stand."

The voice from his back said which sounded like a man.

Stefhen obediently followed and never did move as he waited for the man to reveal his identity.

"What's your name?"

"Stefhen Frost."

"Your grade and section?"

"Sophomore. Class C."

"Okay. You may turn around now and please throw the cigar away."

Stefhen did as he was told and turn around to face the Student Council President. Vincent Moore.

"Hello, Pretty President, what's up?." Stefhen teased.

Vincent pouted. "Don't call me pretty, okay. I'm not."

"So, what's my punishment?"

"I don't know. This is your first offense and I haven't seen anyone before with a cigar so..

"Are you sure that this is my first?"

"Huh? It wasn't?"

"How long do you think I've been smoking at this place?"

"What?! We're still minors."

Vincent doesn't like dealing with these kind of situations. Especially, when it comes to troubles that could destroy his respectable reputation.

"Can you stop smoking?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I need something to feel between my lips, I guess."

"Is there no alternatives?"

"How am I supposed to know that?"

"Can I suggest something?"

"Sure. Drop it."

"Why don't you try kissing?"

"Are you serious? We're still minors."

Vincent didn't expect the reply. He's kind of taken aback.

"Well, I know that you've had a lot of girlfriends. So how about them?"

"I never want to. I don't feel the urge with them to be honest.

"So, can't you find someone?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I need you to stop smoking."

Stefhen smiled.

"Fine."

"Good. So you'll find someone?"

"Nope. I already found one."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"I said, YOU. Pretty President."

"W-why me?"

Stefhen slowly approached Vincent.

"I'm not sure. But since you want me to stop, take responsibility."

"That seems fair but-

"No buts. Or else I won't stop."

"Fine. Then promise me."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. You need to promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"Promise me that you'll stop."

"Lemme think about it."

"No."

Stefhen pulled Vincent closer and whispered, "Then why don't you kiss me and maybe I'll stop."

Vincent blushed but nonetheless, lean his face closer, "okay."

The two kissed and sealed the deal.