When he came to live with me

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The rest of our trip passed swiftly then we had to part from the new friends we had made. We hugged them a farewell and exchanged our social media accounts. We promised to visit them at Philippines and informed that they were welcome in our house in LA. I cried as I grew really close to her daughters, Mahalia and Jasmine. They were adorable. Kev had my back.

"I wish you were a couple!" I heard her voice as we boarded the plane.

As we took off from the isles of endless beaches, We saw the tremendous mount we visited last day. It was spewing out magma. I dozed off as usual soon and woke up just a few moments before landing. I had dreamt about me in highschool. I was always running away for some reason.

As a cab picked us, the driver asked us about our trip. We were surprised to find out he was a Hawaiian too. He told us about his childhood days spent there and told us that he was hit by a lightning once. That was terrifying but he was incredibly friendly and kind.

As I crashed into my bed, completely worn out from our trip, I instantly fell asleep. I didn't wake up till 1 pm in the next day and found Kev was still snoring. I wondered what he was dreaming about and grinned thinking it was me. I heard his phone ring to an incoming call from his ex. I silenced it so that he could continue his slumber and not be bothered by her. Soon, I saw an incoming text as the screen lit up.

Message from 🥰❤️💘: I miss you babe😔
                                              Still love you x

As much as I wanted to turn on his phone and read their texts, I resisted respecting his privacy. I wondered if he'd feel the same for me. I went to the living room and sat on my couch and thought that it would be good if I finished some work.

I checked my mail.

From    : patrick184@gmail.com
Subject: Rescheduling your presentation

Lucas,

I rescheduled your presentation to 1st March upon your kind request. Hope you enjoy your vacation.

Patrick Henderson

After working for a while, my eyes became sore and I thought I should give them some rest for a while. The time on the bottom right read 4:27 pm. Kev was still asleep. He could sleep for days if I didn't wake him. I went to wake him up and he showered as I made our meal. Pasta again. I thought he'd like it after a week deprived from it.

We sat on the dining table and Kev was still on his phone.

"My ex called me."

I acted oblivious so that he would not think I was stalking his phone.

"Says she misses me and still loves me."

"Do you?"

He ignored my question and continued using his cellphone as he ate.

"Kev, please put it away for a while. That's rude!"

I was annoyed that he hadn't complimented about the pasta or teased me yet.

"Look we're internet famous!"

He showed me a picture of us in the beach. I was resting my head on his shoulder an he was resting his on top of it. We really looked adorable.

"Who posted it?" I interrogated.

Then he informed me that the lady we had made friends with in Hawaii was a famous blogger. Her blog was named 'Kartoffelblume' and that post of hers got about a million likes. The comments were filled with encouraging sentences.

"They look so adorable 😍"

"I ship them"

"The twink's hot damn!"

"sexy hunk🤩🤩"

I was mesmerised. There were a few hate comments too.

"gross!"

"JESUS HATES YOU FAGS🤬"

"ITS MENTAW IWNESS INNIT"

There war a war going on in some of the comments between the haters and the shippers.

"The internet thinks we're a couple now!"

"I don't mind it. Do you, Mon Amour?"

I blushed.

"I'd love to date you love!"

I was caught off guard by his words. For a brief moment, my thoughts wafted to my dream lands where I saw him as a 'knight in shining armour" kneeling infront of me offering a bouquet of roses, red and white. I felt the fire rage in my pounding heart before he snapped me back to reality.

"Are you already thinking about dating me love? I can see you blush."

I yelled,"Don't call me that!"

"What? Love?"

"It is inappropriate!"

"You don't mind me calling you Mon Amour in front of everyone. And I think I heard you call me that when I acted like I was asleep a couple of times."

"That's a different language! You and I speak in different tongues." with that statement, I delivered a deep hidden message. We did speak a different language. He spoke the friendly tongue while I spoke the intimate one. I wish he could comprehen what I was saying.

"Then I think I can learn to speak in your tongue."

Suddenly, his words started to echo in my head.

"You know I love you right?"

"Think you should ditch your undies."

"I think I'm falling for you."

"Mon Amour!"

"Please let me in."

"My dick's waiting on your doorway!"

He was starting to make me suspect his sexuality.

'He was seduced by your thighs and turned around to see you naked!' my subconscious screamed as I envisioned his red cheeks flushing when he pulled me out of the water.
'He's falling for you Luc. Kiss him! Make you dreams come true!'

I resisted my subconscious as I heard him say,"Why are you biting your lips, Mon Amour? Do you want to kiss me?"

I didn't realise that I had nodded back. My subconscious was taking over. I saw him get up and reach for my lips and in the next moment, his tongue was inside my mouth.

"I love you!" he spoke in my tongue, literally and and figuratively.

This time, I didn't burden myself and resist. I knew those words were coming from his heart and were raw. I felt it as the heat returned in my lips slowly deluging into my hole body. I could feel a tingle in each of my cell. I never felt so good before. I felt blood rush into my penis as it slowly rose.

He got up from his chair and carried me to my room just like he had a few months ago. I gently played with his curls and kissed his neck as he took me upstairs.