blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 48

"Fuck, Park," I say moaning with pleasure.

I woke up a few minutes ago to the best surprise: Park's lips wrapped around me.

I look down at the beautiful boy and push his hair to the side as he sucks me off. His lips are still swollen from last night and feel great around me. With one of his hands he wraps it around the base of my cock and begins to pump with his lips pushed out on top.

I close my eyes afraid I might come to-

Fuck.

I hear Park squeal with surprise and open my eyes to see me all over his face.

Awkwardly, I rub the back of my head and he begins apologizing. . . for making me come?

"Baby, that's a good thing," I laugh lightly.

No one has ever made me come with just their mouth before. But I'm not surprised.

Park's just that hot.

"Oh okay," he says eyebrows still scrunched in confusion.

"Can I have a kiss?" he asks adorably and I laugh, climbing out of bed.

I've noticed that I laugh and smile and am just genuinely so much more happier when I'm with him. Like none of my problems exist. Like I'm a good person.

"After we shower," I promise throwing the boy over my shoulder.

Smacking his ass, he squeals and then smacks mine causing us both to laugh.

"WHAT ARE YOU in the mood for?"

"I don't know. Anything really. I'm not really that hungry," Park claims, both of his feet resting on the dashboard of the car.

Smirking, I turn up the radio for background noise. It's so low I'm unable to make out the conversation.

"Well, you shouldn't be after breakfast in bed this morning," I joke earning a playful slap against my shoulder.

"IHOP sound good?" I say noticing the pancake house coming up on the right.

"Mmhmm."

"TABLE FOR TWO, please."

Taking Parker's hand in mine I guide us to the table the waiter has chosen for us in the back.

"I'm so excited for Florida," he exclaims, picking up one of the menus.

I hum a reply.

"I've always wanted to go. It seems like such a magical place," he continues going on about several of the tourist sites he's interested in.

Nothing he says shocks me. I know him pretty well. Also, I've been in constant communication with his mom, partly because she's the only one who'll talk to me partly because I actually want to remedy my reputation with Park's parents.

I need them to like me. Joan is such a lively soul. I can see where Parker gets most of his personality from. Their sass is unrivaled.

She's been a big help in planning all of this, and I can't be more grateful for her assistance. She's also been a big help with Scott, Parker's father.

I am in debt to the whole family.

"Did you hear that, Harry?" Park asks, eyeing me with concern.

"No, baby, sorry. What's up?" I say grabbing a menu when Parker gestures to the waiter I am just now noticing.

"A couple of more minutes, please."

"Of course, sir. I'll be back in a few," the young boy promises.

"Are you okay?"

Muttering a 'yep', popping the P, I set down the menu already aware of what I want before entering the restaurant. I don't know why I asked for more time. As Park returns to his menu I pull out my phone to a message from Joan.

Harold. I'm emailing the link to claim the plane tickets now. Let me know when you get them. Love, Joan.

What a kind woman. I like how she addresses me by my actual name. There's no doubt in my mind that this is a product of Park's doing.

After I hear the lock sound to my phone I slip it into my front pocket and order for the both of us once the waiter returns.

"You have to try my Italian Cannolis. You will literally die."

"Okay," I say choosing from the assortment of syrup on the end of the table.

"But only if you try my Swedish crepe."

"Deal."

After our food arrives I make a mental note to not order separately anymore. We always just end up eating off of each other's main plate and wasting other food we order.

Since my devouring of Park's cannolis he's since moved over to my side of the table to finish off my crepe.

I take my fork and portion off a small section of the crepe to place in his mouth. Happily, he makes it disappear and hums with delight. I kiss his forehead, dropping the fork, and excuse myself to take a piss.

I head to one of the urinals zipping down my zipper before I even make it.

After I'm done I flush and make my way over to the sink to wash my hands. Aside from me there's one other guy here and he's been eyeing me ever since he walked in.

"Can I help you with something?" I ask politely, confused by his blatant staring.

"No, man, I don't need your kind of help," he spits, not looking up from drying his hands.

"Okay," I say drawing out the word. Weird. What's gotten into him?

As I'm about to exit the restroom I think I hear him mutter something that sounds like 'faggot' under his breath and stop dead in my tracks.

The word leaves me stone cold. I stand frozen, not looking at the guy.

"Your kind don't belong here," he continues.

"Now you go on and take your faggot and leave," he spits at me.

Who the fuck is this guy?

For the sake of what Park would want, I keep my cool, turning around to just face the guy. I didn't hear him move, but he's now only a feet away from me.

"Dude, you've got less than five seconds to move the fuck out of my face," I warn.

Where the fucker is getting his confidence from is beyond me. He's at least a couple inches shorter than me and weak in stature.

"Or what, faggot boy," he spits, literally into my face and before he can utter another word, I'm on top of the lowlife.

The little shit has more fight in him than I previously thought and punches me hard enough to knock me from top of him.

Squirming away he reaches for something metallic.

"Whoa, whoa, man. Chill," I shake eyes growing wide.

The guy is standing up completely now. With the gun in hand, he ushers me to stand up as well.

"Harry," I hear Park's voice from the other side of the restroom and panic floods my body.

"Parker, don't come in here!" I yell.

Instantly, everything slows down. My heart pounds against my chest when I see the guy cock his gun at the door.

Parker behind it.

When I hear the door creak I lunge after the bastard, without care for myself. The only thing that matters is Parker's safety.

I successfully tackle the little shit to the ground, but am too late once he fires the weapon.

I see nothing but red.

By now, officers have flooded the restroom and have contained the gun.

Parker's been shot.