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Chapter 3

~ This chapter contains some mature scenes, 

reserved for an informed public ~

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The journey had been long. Probably because of the curious looks about them or the tension Mark had felt because of the weight of his friend's head on his shoulder. It had been a relief when they got off the bus and found the freezing night air. The alcohol had left the bodies of the two boys more. Now only tiredness remained. It was late. Very late. Gun yawned loudly as he struggled to make his way to the entrance of his building, staggering, Mark following him. Gun clumsily entered a code on the keyboard and they entered the entrance hall of the building in which they were greeted with a less icy air.

Mark had succeeded in his mission: Gun had returned safely to his home. He absently wondered how far he was going with his friend. And if he was still going to be able to go home when he himself was exhausted and not in great shape to cross the whole city in reverse ...

Gun said nothing more, he just walked past him. He didn't even bother turning on the lights in the hallways as he passed the various doors of his neighbors. He stopped absently at a door and opened it with an audible rattle in the middle of this dark and silent corridor.

He was the first to enter the apartment, under the hesitant look of Mark who still hadn't managed to get rid of his disturbing feelings towards his companion. And now they were in his apartment. Gun seemed completely confused, maybe still a little tipsy and maybe at his mercy. As Techno was in front of Kengkla in the novel ... But Gun was not Techno. And he was certainly not Kengkla. Determined to stick to his own role, Mark followed Gun inside and took the initiative to turn on one of the lights. Gun grimaced and groaned as he struggled with the zipper of his coat.

"Why are you lighting up ?" He grumbled annoyingly.

"It's easier with light, right ?" Mark replied gently as he approached Gun. The young man gently pushed the hands of his elder from the cloak closure and took care to slide it down. This gesture, simple and slow, made a leap to his heart as a reminiscence of a scene they had played together recalled his memory.

It was during another shoot. There were only them two on this project. And there was this scene in which he undressed his partner slowly and sensually. The looks they exchanged were for the scene but had given birth to a certain ecstasy in the kidneys of the young actor. Gun was instructed to do nothing, to be carried away by Mark who took care of everything. When the scene was over, they laughed. It was their way of reducing the tension and removing the embarrassment they might have felt. But this time, there was no camera. It was not "for fakes".

As Mark arrived at the bottom of the coat and spread the sides to the sides, he slowly looked up to meet the gaze of Gun who was on him. The time froze as they seemed to relive the scene each on their own. But Gun's gaze was distant, as if confused and cloudy. Mark had opened his lips slightly to say something but the words were stuck in his throat when they were so close to each other. The proximity of their bodies diffused a strange heat between them as their breaths blocked. Gun was the first to move. He turned away and took care to remove his coat himself. Mark was also running from his face and tried to prevent the red from going up to his cheeks. 

At the moment ... had he not considered kissing him...?! 

The confusion was too great and the situation became a little dangerous.

"I ... I'll let you rest. I'm going home ... "Mark announced after an embarrassed clearing of the throat.

Gun had finished hanging his coat and taking off his shoes. He did not answer and rushed into the main room to turn on one more light and bring up a nice living room with light and warm tones.