Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Eight

<Lukas' POV>

I hesitantly followed Kieran to the small alcove where the bathrooms were. I was wringing my hands the entire time, unsure of what Kieran would ask, and unsure how I would be forced to respond. My eyes wandered to the entrance to see if I could make a quick escape, but I scowled when I saw Michael casually blocking it. For some stupid reason, Michael's name tag read Rayson, but I decided not to question it.

He winked at me before pointing to Kieran with a thumbs up.

Get your man!

He silently mouthed as I followed Kieran into the empty hallway. I shot "Rayson" the bird before turning to an awaiting Kieran. Kieran's arms were crossed loosely across his chest, foot tapping impatiently. His lips were still formed into a semi-scowl and fuck me he looked adorable. His face was flushed with anger, eyes squinted into feral blue slits. Half-aware of what I was doing, I reached out to pet Kieran's hair.

He swatted my hand away before I could even try.

"I'm not a fucking dog, Lukas"

He looked at me and I looked back, unwaveringly. I tried to pick out the bits of green flecks from the sea of blue in his eyes.

"Lukas."

"Hmm?" I hummed in response, trying to focus on anything but the constellations his freckles made. Jesus. Not only was Kieran insanely hot, but he was insanely pretty -- like pretty pretty. Like Troye Sivan pretty. Jesus, I'm gay as fuck.

Michael had introduced me to Troye as part of my "Gay Induction".

"Listen Schmitt, I'm sorry for, like, yelling," Kieran sighed, his arms unlocking, shoulder propping up against the wall. I studied the way his head leaned against the wall too, his bare neck bent and exposed. Kieran bruised easily. I wondered how long a hickey would stay for.

Fuck. Focus, asshole. Your best friend is trying to talk here.

"I just don't like this whole 'secrets' thing between us, you feel me?"

I nodded, catching how genuine he was as he bit down nervously on the inside of his lip. Kieran absolutely hated talking about his feelings and shit to others, so I tried to make it easier by letting him get it all out first before responding. Seemingly relieved by my nod, Kieran continued in a soft, unsure voice.

"I mean, you can fuck whoever you want, it's not my business. Just no more lying, 'kay?"

I smiled, looking down at him almost endearingly. I wanted to hug him. But I wasn't sure if I could keep up that promise.

"M'kay"

Lie #1.

"Okay. Okay, cool!" Kieran grinned boyishly. He was cutely excited and it was infectious, I chuckled loosely as he punched me in the shoulder.

"Now that that's done. We need to talk"

"Wait, aren't we already talking?"

"Shut up"

I cackled as he grinned, both of us getting weird looks from an old lady who stepped out of the bathroom. I leaned my shoulder against the wall, looking down at an angle to make eye contact with him. The atmosphere was relatively relaxed, and I loved how easily Kieran let go of things. He looked up at me and I felt my heart do a somersault.

I took a step back.

"Um, so," Kieran stuttered starting off and I frowned. Normally he was blunt as hell and just got the point -- others' emotions be damned.