Sugar Daddy

Beautiful monsters

Beam woke up on an empty bed.

Again...

Pushing away the sheets, he sat on the king sized bed, staring at Forth's side of bed in such a distress. One side of the bed is neat and cold. There is nothing he hated more than a cold side of a bed. That was always the last gift from the lovers who left him. Left him with a cold bed and never came back.

But...this is Forth's bed. He will definitely come back. Right?

Forth hasn't been here, in his own apartment for 3 days now. When he checked on his phone, there were no missed calls. No replies to his texts. And his anxiousness is turning into a full blown fear right now. Fear of abandonment...

Beam chuckled to himself. Fear of being abandoned by sugar daddy?

 I always end up in messed up situations.

After washing his face, Beam walked into the kitchen. If Forth was here, he would be brewing coffee now. He always wakes up early. Beam always find him, brewing coffee.

And when he walks in, the older would kiss him on cheek and would give his coffee. "Good morning beautiful" he would say. And Beam would be blushing. In his mind he would say. "Good morning handsome". But he wouldn't say it aloud because his brain was doing a great job reminding, this is your so called client. Not your boyfriend...Sometimes he thinks his brain is becoming hazy. And loosing the touch with reality. And think he might say those words aloud. Anytime soon. But then again, what is reality...

If Forth was here, he would lift him up to the kitchen counter and make out with him to his heart's content, placing himself between his thighs. And leave him with hickies on most visible parts of his pale neck.

What if.......

What if Forth is doing the same to some other sugar baby he has? Or perhaps a lover, that he hides from entire world?

 But then why Forth said to the world that he is his lover?

I always up in messed up situations...

he said to himself as he flopped down on a couch with his coffee.

The thought of forth being with someone else felt like a squeeze in his heart.

I can take this...I have been through worse...

...much worse...

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When Beam arrived for his first lecture, the students were moving out from the lecture hall. He checked his watch again. Was he becoming so crazy that he has lost the track of time?

He is 10 minutes early for the first lecture. Then what is happening?

Beam flinched as an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He turned his head around and his eyes landed on the owner of that arm. It was Phana. He immediately removed him from his grasp, glaring at his ex lover. Not a lover...more like a fuck buddy that Beam was in love with.

Beam looked at him with such a hatred and disgust in his eyes as if he was asking whether he had any decency left to touch him like that after everything he had done to him. But his burning gaze faltered as his wrist grabbed by the same hand once wrapped around his neck.

The smaller's gaze shifted from his wrist to Phana's eyes, which held an unreadable look. It was always like that. Beam could never read Phana's eyes. Sometimes they were burning. Sometimes they were cold. But he could never read the story they were going to tell. For a split second, something Beam never saw appeared in those dark brown eyes. They looked...almost...sad...As if...

As if  they are asking for some peace.

And Beam would have...he would have if he was still the boy lived in a crappy apartment, waiting for his lover to come...

Waiting for his lover to come........

Beam yanked his hand from Phana's grip, scoffing at him. He felt such a guilty pleasure, staring at Phana's gaze turn from desperation to pain.

He didn't know that revenge tasted this sweet...

There moment of tension interrupted by Kit, who came up to them asking why they were staring at each other like a divorced couple. Phana let out a growl. Beam's sweat broke.

Kit dragged Beam out of the lecture hall saying that they and 3rd years have a lecture from a guest lecturer at another lecture hall. It was a no surprise that the lecturer was Phana's father. He was called frequently to teach Psychology.

Beam and Kit walked along the hall way side by side; Phana trailed behind.

On halfway there, Beam stole a glance at Pha, who was still strolling behind with his hands in his jean pockets. Long time ago his presence used to be warm...and securing...Then it became a nightmare he chose to love...

'Monsters can come in the most beautiful forms...and fears aren't the only thing that haunts us...sometimes it's the things we love' He thought.

Monsters come in the most beautiful forms....

The words repeated in his head, as his mind unconsciously drifted to certain warms arms once held him tight, keeping him from crumbling down...promising to save him. 

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