The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 3

It was over a week now and Pete still hadn't met up with that short dark man again. He had taken to wandering over the University campus looking at all the bicycle riding students, this time, with his cell safely tucked in his pants pocket.

Suddenly, he was slammed up against a wall and a punch was thrown against his jaw. Pete slumped to the ground, groaning in pain. Rubbing his chin, he looked up and saw Trump. "You piece of shit!" Pete screamed, "What in the hell do you want now?"

Trump grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up and held him against the wall. In a low hissing voice, "My fucking money, you damn fag! You owe me for escorting you for 6 fucking months."

Pete screamed, "I owe MY ex fucking boyfriend nothing! You lied to me." He tried feebly to fight Trump but the man was larger and stronger which, was what, initially attracted Pete.

Trump was suddenly dragged off of Pete and Pete again fell to the ground. He heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh and saw Trump laying a few feet on the ground. Who did that?

Pete raised his head and his eyes met... dark brown eyes of the short, dark handsome man who ran him over! Ah, he hung his head in shame! Why? Was it his destiny to be shamed in front of this man?

Ae stretched his hand out and grasped Pete's wrist and pulled him up to stand. "I'm not sure what's going on, but I do know that it's wrong to fight on University grounds." He looked critically at Pete's face, his fingers lightly touching his chin. "You're going to have a nice bruise later."

He looked at Trump with a scathing look and said, sneering, "Scum should pick on those who know how to fight, not those who are afraid too. Wanna try me, asshole?"

Trump stood up and growled back, "This doesn't concern you, unless you're the one he's fucking now! So just keep walking, shortie."

Ae reached over and patted Trump's shoulder and suddenly pulled him in close enough to whisper, "You got it wrong, asshole. I'd fuck you. I'd do you once so hard that you'd not walk for a week and then tell everyone. Him," Ae gave a little nod, "I'd romance first. See, he deserves it. You're scum. He's hot." 

Trump hissed and tried to punch Ae. Ae dodged the punch, laughing and Trump called out, "Fags!" 

Ae only laughed harder and said, "And proud of it! Raise that rainbow flag!" Trump stalked off, flipping the bird to both men and turning, yelled back at Pete, "This isn't over yet!"

Pete couldn't support his weight on his shaking legs anymore and slid down the wall to sit. Ae came over and smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Ae, Ae Intouch. Not exactly the way I wanted to meet you, but I'm glad I finally found you."

Pete looked up at Ae and gave a tenous grin. Ae... it was a nice name. The boy with the bicycle had a name now, it was Ae. "I'm Pete, Pete Pichaya. Thank you for helping me again." Pete rubbed his aching chin again. He could feel the bruise forming. He fought the tears wanting to fall. He didn't do well with any type of pain.

Ae looked at the fair skinned boy, and felt the lust pool in his groin. Damn, this was going to be delicious torture luring him into his bed. He knew it! "Hang on," He said, pulling his backpack forward, "I have some medicine to help that bruise."

He pulled it out and squeezing a small amount of ointment on his fingertips, he pulled the small chin forward and began to rub the ointment in. He used small circular circles and Pete's mouth fell open. His breathing changed, from regular, deep breaths to small puffs through his open peach lips. 

Ae was fascinated watching that full bottom lip quiver. He wanted to taste it, see if it tasted just like the peach its colour so closely resembled. He got so distracted by his imagination he forgot what he was doing and pressed really hard on Pete's bruise.

"Owe!" Pete pulled back, "That hurt!" 

"I'm sorry." Ae said, laughing. He sat back and looked at Pete. "Can you please tell me what that was all about?"

Pete sighed, and twisted his hands. "I'm gay. He asked me out but he's actually not gay. It was a set up in order to blackmail for money. They thought that I was hiding the fact I'm gay from the world because I'm an "heir"." Pete snorted and giggled. "Boy, did they get the situation wrong."

Ae sunk back on his heels and looked puzzled. "I don't understand. What did they get wrong?"

"You can't get money for something that's not a secret from anyone." Pete replied sadly. "The only thing that asshole took from me was my innocence." He put his head on his knees and started to cry, hiding his face. "I wish I had been more circumspect. I wish I had respected myself more... I wish I had loved myself more. I wish I didn't have regret!"

Ae moved closer and although this was only the second time meeting Pete, he slung his arm over his shoulders and gave him a half hug as he cried. In his heart, he was rejoicing. Pet was gay! It was a refrain now, repeating over and over... Pete is gay, Pete is gay, Pete is gay.

For Ae, it meant there would be too many more shower sessions but soon, as soon as he could, Pete would be in his bed. 

Pete wondered why this handsome man was being so kind to him. Even deep in his self loathing and misery over the blackmail scheme, he couldn't ignore what his body was telling him. His heart rate was up. His cheeks were flushing more from Ae's closeness than the tears that fell. And for the first time in a very long time, something stirred to life in his nether region.

Pete knew he was falling deeper in love with Ae every moment they spent together. This couldn't be infatuation, simply couldn't be!