Boreas' Obssession

Chapter 3

He remain unmoved upon the reflection he saw in the mirror. In his own line of vision he can still see those clear innocent eyes. And now his own dark eyes are mirroring those images. He took a deep breathe to analyse everything. The creature who is now residing in his living room is giving him internal conflict. He settle himself again when he remember that he will make something warm for the both of them.

Just then he realize that his upper body is naked and his tattoos are completely visible. His pyjama bottoms are also wet due to the heavy rain. That makes his black Calvin Klein boxer shorts completely visible due to the thin material used. He then start to rummage his kitchen to find something but then he come to the realization that he is completely oblivious when it comes to the kitchen works. This is one of those times that make him regret some of his decision, he shouldn’t have sent Kano home. He wouldn’t be in this dilemma in discovering on how to make a fucking coffee or whatever bullshits that is needed to make something warm. As he whipped his head, he notice a kettle with something on it. He take a closer look and sigh in relief when he discover that it is a tea. This servant of his is still the same health conscious old man who would prefer tea over coffee, fearing that too much intake of caffeine is terribly rude to one’s health. But for now he is thankful for this consciousness. It would be terribly bad to offer something like a strong coffee to the youth lingering in his living room. This might make the lad be in terrible state.

He turned the stove on and let the tea boil. He then turn his head to the door to his living room. He fix his vision at the said door until the kettle whistle to its heart content. He pour the tea on two mugs and he strode to the living room. His eyes search for the drenched youth in his room. Then something caught his eyes, specifically someone who is sitting and curling in front of the fire. He then a take a deeper review on the boy who is busily warming himself up. The boy has chocolate brown locks and silky white skin. Compared to all the women that used bed and fucked, nothing can beat this boy’s marble white skin. All the mud and dirt can be seen and can easily be notice. It has clean arch eyebrow and small button nose. On top of that, its chubby cheeks are painted with a little hint of red giving a more innocent vibe. And the most striking of all is its eyes and lips. The eyes of the purest soul without the disdain of hate or malice. The opposite of what the young doctor has.

The opposite of what he is and what he grow up with. The opposite of what he is in everything. As his eyes now settle on its red and plump lips, he can imagine how those luscious lips will taste in his mouth.

‘ the fuck!? His lips on my lips!’

the sudden imagery hit him hard. Him, pinning the poor boy at the plush rag while he is busily feasting on its unmarred body. The intensity and heat that he suddenly feel travel down to a certain place that shouldn’t woke up. His incoherent thought was suddenly cut off when his eyes who was fixated on the boy’s lips suddenly stretched to a wide smile. He then let his eyes travel to the eyes and saw that the same boy that he is looking intently is looking back at him also. But with a full grown smile as if he is waiting for him for long. The boy immediately stood up, and then he realize that all its clothes are totally drenched and wet. Its entire body was been hug by the thin material, that after get drenched, gets thinner more. The boy was wearing a white shirt and cotton shorts. Indeed a very innocent attire.
He carefully stride to the awaiting youth, and gently stretched a mug with hot tea inside.

“ Here, this will make you something warm”

He said and the boy gladly accept the mug without leaving his eyes. He then also take a sip at his mug while looking intently at the boy, complimenting himself that so far this was one of the best tea that he taste. Thinking that they are already standing up for too long, he quickly chirps them to sit.