The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 11

Ae pressed his forehead against Pete's and sighed. "See? This is what I'm talking about, Pete. It's not just physical with you. I get lost in you, forget everything, even where we are. Hell, I could fuck you right here and you'd beg me." He pressed his hand on Pete's hard little brother to prove his point.

Pete squirmed. Again, Ae was embarrassing him. Did he have to be so forward about everything? "Ae, Please don't..." He tried to pull away and hide his face, his blushes, but Ae refused to let him go. 

"I told you, no more hiding. No running." Ae held tight to Pete, Even if he wouldn't look at him, he would hold on to him. Until he, no, they figured out what was happening between them, Pete was his. His alone. "You're mine, Pete. Until we understand this, you're mine."

His lips slammed down and captured Pete's in a harder kiss, one that said, I want you. I will have you and Pete crumbled. He felt every guard, every issue fade away until nothing was left but the feel of Ae's lips and tongue as they moved across his mouth. Across his neck, down his neck and over his collar bone. 

He moaned as Ae sucked and bit gently a few inches above his rapidly beating heart. Wait? When did he loosen his tie and shirt? He groaned and shifted when Ae's hand's caressed his bulge and his eyes shot open when Ae guided his hand to his warm BARE shaft.

"Ae, stop. Stop!" Pete pulled his hand from Ae's pants and tried to regain his breath. "People can see us." His face was flaming. 

Ae stared at his handiwork. He was pleased. Pete looked like someone loved him. Hold on... loved? He'd only met him a handful of times. He wasn't interested in love. "Fine, Pete, we'll stop here." Ae shifted, stared back out the windscreen, and pulled out his phone. "Your number and I'll be off."

Pete entered his number and Ae took it back and immediately called, scared Pete gave him the wrong information. He couldn't hide his sigh when Pete's phone rang. "There," Ae said, quite satisfied, "my number. I'll call and we'll set up another date."

That night, Pete wrote in his journal: I'm positive. I'm in love with Ae. But now I have a problem - how do I date Tin and explain it to Ae? I need to solve the ex-issue before I can be with Ae...

Pete slowed things down with Ae. It was driving Ae crazy. Pete avoided seeing him in person but would talk to him on the phone. Ae was just about to go Pete hunting when Pete said, "Ae, I know I'm a pussy, but please, give me time."

Ae was furious. He was so mad he threw his phone across the room and broke it. Pete got his extra time because Ae was broke. It took two weeks of working at home to earn the money needed to replace the phone. Ae was still angry at the people who ruined Pete's self-confidence. Who has the need to label themselves? 

His friends liked to tease him, yes. It was always in fun. They called him Shorty. There were no derogatory labels in their group. Sexual orientation didn't matter. Besides, who knew who they were going to like? It could always change. You fell in love with a heart, a person not sexual organs. 

It drove Ae to the point he had to talk. There was only one of his friends around to talk with... Pond. Pond came back to the dorm room to find Ae banging his head against the wall and the next room banging back, yelling to stop it, they needed to study.

Pond slipped his hand in between Ae's head and the wall and guided Ae to the bed. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong? You've been off for a week. Come on, talk to your old friend Pond." He slung his arm around Ae's shoulder and patted it.

Ae's head drooped to his chest. "I feel defeated, Pond. Like I'm halfway in a match and I can't win. Like no matter what move I make, my opponent knows about it already and can beat me."

Pond patted harder, thinking. "Ae, what the hell are you talking about? No one has managed to win against you in football in 6 years."

"You idiot, Pond! It's called an analogy! Don't you ever pay attention to lessons?" Ae elbowed Pond in the stomach and he "ouched" in pain. 

"Hey, I'm trying to help here. Why do you have to be so damn violent all the time?" Pond moved away from Ae and sighed. "So what are you trying to work out this time. I can help, you know."

"Oh god," Ae hung his head, "I can't believe I'm asking you this!" He felt a blush flooding his face and hoped his tanned skin was dark enough to hide it from his eagle-eyed friend. "I, uh, I have a friend who keeps calling himself names. He's not any of those things and it's pissing me off because he can't see it."

Ae shook his head. "Now he doesn't even want to see me in person. I am not even sure why because he won't tell me. I got so mad after the last call I smashed my phone and I haven't the money to replace it."

Pond started to laugh. He couldn't help it. Ae had it bad for this "friend" and since he kept using "he", it wasn't like he was afraid of being caught. Ae was gay, alright.

"So, are you more upset because you slept with him and he's ghosting you? Or are you mad that you haven't had the opportunity to sleep with him and he's ghosting you?" Pond laughed. 

Fast as lightening, Ae twisted and punched Pond. "You asshole, not everything is about sex! Just because it's all you think about 24/7 doesn't mean my mind is constantly on it." Ae felt a bit guilty saying that, because when it came to Pete, his mind WAS on sex 24/7.

"Damn it, Ae, that hurt!" Pond stood, rubbing his belly. "Okay, okay. I got it. So what's this new friend doing that is pissing you off so badly?"

Ae looked at him and sighed, deeply. "He says he won't meet up with me anymore because I'm a man, and I don't need a sissy, pussy friend who needs to be taken care of."

Pond dropped to his bed in shock. "Are we talking about that handsome boy you rescued a few weeks back? The one who who was taking a beating?"

Ae nodded morosely.