Island of BL

Chapter 79: Godt, Bas

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 65

Godt's POV

I was actually tempted to leave Bas' cabin when I stood up from his bed to switch off the light, but in the end I could not do it. I hated myself for the fact that even though I knew that BamBam was still very much on his mind, I couldn't stay away from Bas. Why, I asked myself in mixed frustration and desperation, why did I have to go and fall for someone who obviously did not return my feelings.

I resigned myself to the fact that I had a masochistic streak in my system and climbed back into Bas' bed after I switched off the light.

"Good night, Bas," I whispered to him before lying on my side with my back towards him.

"Good night, P'Godt," he whispered back, and then suddenly I felt him move closer to put his arm around me.

I schooled myself not to shift position to face him. I kept myself motionless with my eyes closed tight.

We stayed that way until morning.

Bas was still sleeping like a baby when I awakened. I quietly made my way to the bathroom and did all my morning routine.

When I was all ready to walk out of Bas' cabin, I decided to at least wake him up before leaving him.

"Bas," I whispered in his ear.

No response. I shook him gently.

"Bas," I said his name once more, this time a little above a whisper.

"Mmmmmm......" Bas made a sleepy sound, "let me sleep a little more, BamBam my love."

And with those words, Bas shifted position sleepily, turning his face to the wall.

"If you want to catch some breakfast you better get up now and finish all your morning rituals," I said, "do you want me to wait for you here, or do you want me to reserve a table for us in the Breakfast Hall?"

I tried to keep my voice even. I tried not to let the hurt show in my voice and actions.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"It's a little more than a half hour before they stop serving," I glanced at my phone screen before replying.

"I won't take long with my morning preparations," he said, "but it's probably best that you go ahead and reserve a table for us."

"Very well then," I said, standing up to leave, "see you in a little bit."

I made my way to the Breakfast Hall, my stomach already starting to grumble for much needed nourishment.

I did not fall in line with the other diners for the breakfast special of the day. Honey baklava was too sweet for me and I wasn't in the mood for something sweet this morning. Instead I went to the usual area in the Breakfast Room where assorted breakfast items were laid out on a long table.

I scooped some scrambled eggs on my plate and some slices of glazed ham and two pieces of toast on which I spread some marmalade.

I had barely set down my breakfast tray on the table when I saw Bas rushing into the Breakfast Room. I raised my hand to catch his attention. He nodded and pointed to the line of diners to indicate that he was going to get some of the honey baklava from the sous chef who was proudly handing them over to the diners.