Blossomed in Love (ManXboy)

Pretenses and Close-calls.

Damon.

I clear my throat and mask any leaking emotion before calling for Marco's attention. "Your phone is ringing Marco." I hand it over to him.

"Good afternoon master Nate..." I zone out any other thing that might have been said or exchanged in the conversation. I think I just lost my fucking appetite. Why do I feel this overwhelming anger? Like I need to punch a fucking wall or something. "I'll be there, bye master." He drops the phone on the table and the room is once again quiet but this time it's an awkward kind of quiet, at least for me.

He's not mine, he's my best friend's brother that is way younger and doesn't even see me like that. But why does it feel like a thousand pins are stuck to my side when there's someone else in the mix? I can't bear the thought of my Marco with someone else but I can't do anything about it, I hate this fucking feeling.

"How long?" It leaves my mouth before I can even freaking control it.

"I don't owe you an explanation Dee." He replies in a clipped tone. Ouch.

"Humor me please."

Marco's full attention is still on the computer even though I can tell that he's done with the upgrade, the eclectic movements and such is missing so I know he's done.

"Going on three months" What?

"But Nate is an ace anyways."  I state as a matter of fact, not understanding the logic behind it but I can't get my brain to slow down and that's my excuse.

"And a dog is an animal." Amusement shines through his voice as a small smile plays on his lips,

"What?"

"I thought we were stating well known facts." My jaw hardens as I take him in, I love this boy so much or at least that's what this strong feeling is supposed to be, but I can't bring it in me to do anything about it.

"Well I hope you're happy with him. Come on lunch is ready." I avoid his gaze as he studies me for a while before eventually standing up and taking a seat on the black Italian leather couch directly in front of the food that's enough to feed a family of ten.

I manage to force myself to eat the food even when my tongue tastes nothing and my mind is drifting to numerous places. Soft voice caresses my ears minutes later.

"Why are you mad Dee?" That obvious? I quickly mask everything and replace it with one of my genuinely fake smiles.

"Why would I be stud?"

"I don't know, you tell me." For a moment there it sounds like a plea, like a genuine plea for something, soft brown eyes stare at me waiting, wanting for something, anything but I can't give in. Not even into the urge of taking those lips and ravishing them till we run out of breath and then doing it over again.

"Trust me I'm not mad, I'm happy as long as you're happy." This time it's a genuine smile because of that simple fact, the first priority will always be his happiness. I poke his dimple to emphasize my happiness. He slaps my hand away as usual.

"Quit it Dee." I move to poke his dimple again and he slaps my hand, I keep trying and he keeps slapping my hands away. With a huff he stands up and goes to seat on the table chairs completely ignoring me.

"Okay, okay I'll stop." I lift up my hands in surrender.

"Pinky Promise?"

"Pinky promise." Marco walks back to the couch and plops on it before intertwining our little fingers.

"You can't break a pinky promise Dee." He states softly, I hold onto his hand not wanting to let go, small hands that fit right in mine like it was meant to be there. I move out the stray strand of curl randomly resting on Marco's forehead so I can take all of him in. So beautiful.