Lucky Star

Chapter 10

Bright sat on his usual chair, cross-legged, and eyes trained on the book that's perched upon his lap.

The sun was shining bright outside this Saturday morning, and Bright could hear the sounds of kids playing, and some teenagers were hanging out with each other. But Bright likes to read his books more than hanging out with his friends.

But Mike was a different case. When they were still in elementary school, Mike was accidentally breaking his nose and Bright retaliated by kicking him straight in the crotch. They got in trouble, and three days after that, they became best friends because of Power Rangers. That was a true story.

"Bright, you have a visitor!" His mother called from downstairs.

Bright looked up from his book and blink twice. It must be Mike, he thought. Grumbling, he placed the book back to the shelf after slipped in a bookmark and proceeded to go downstairs. The house always loud on Saturdays. His father has no work during the weekends, two, his brother came home because the university he studies is just nearby, three, his father and brother would always argue about their favourite football teams. His mother would have trouble calling out to them and opted to shout to get their attention. But today was different.

For the first time in the history of the household, this Saturday was quiet and peaceful.

His brother was in the dining room, miraculously helping to set-up the table. His father was in his usual spot, reading today's newspaper, his reading glasses perched upon his nose.

"Bright, you have a visitor." And in a low voice that only he can hear, his mother added. "It's a guy." Upon hearing that, Bright's eyes went wide. And before he could even utter a word, his mother pushed him towards the direction of the living room. "Oh, Bright's here, dear."

The guy stood up from the couch and slightly bowed his head in respect to the older woman before shifting his sight towards Bright with a smile plastered on his face. Bright gulped hard.

"P' Saint?"

Saint chuckled. "Hi."

Bright wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt as he watched Saint looked around his room, eyes scanned here and there, lingered on photos between him and Mike during high school graduation and another with his brother and him on their first time wearing a suit. He chuckled at sight.

"You're so cute when you were little."

Bright smiled softly and made a move to close the door, but he remembered what his father told him after he introduced Saint to his family as his boyfriend. His family already knew that his sexuality. He was already leading Saint upstairs when he heard his father yell,

"Its better not be any inappropriate business going in there."

And he had said it so bluntly and casually. At that moment, he so wanted to curl up on the floor and let the ground eat him. That was so freaking embarrassing. Even his brother looked relieved that he wasn't the one in his younger brother's position.

Bright opened the door wider instead.

"Okay." Saint clapped his hand and proceeded to look around, scanning the shelves and his study table. "Where you hide it?"

Bright blinked twice in confusion. "Hide what?"

"You know," Saint shrugged. "Porn mags or any of the dirty things guys keep in their room. Oh, is it under your bed?" He then kneeled down and looked under the bed, but he frowned when he found none. "Not here? It's weird."

Bright choked on air and began to cough wildly as he immediately rushed to the elder's side. "No... I don't have any..."

"What do you mean you don't have any?" Saint pushed him aside and darted towards his bookshelf, checked it one by one. "There's bound to be one somewhere." He went past Bright, but the latter, due to his flustered state, managed to grab the guy's hand to a stop making said guy pressed close to him. Bright felt his heart stop.

Fuck, why does P' Saint have to look so hot?

Saint blinked twice before slowly nodding as if he had understood something. "S-So... I didn't know you..." He looked down bashfully. "You were that kind of guy."

Bright sighed in relief, thinking that the elder finally realized that he was telling the truth.

"Yes, I'm that kind of guy, P' Saint. So, please stop looking for-"

"I-I didn't know you were this sexually frustrated..."

"Yes, I am... wait, what?" Bright's eyes went wide. "Wait, no... P' Saint, I-"

But Saint hasn't listened. In fact, his fingers were curling up tightly on his shirt, pulled him close, and then pushed him away again like he doesn't know if he wanted Bright to close because he wants or away because he was too embarrassed at their sudden position.

"B-but, your parents are downstairs."

"P' Saint..."

"But I mean, you can't help it, right?" Saint looked at him. "Your carnal desires are going on a rampage after so many years. I bet you didn't even know how to masturbate!"

"Wait, you don't understand. I-"

"You know what? I'll just stand here and close my eyes." As he said that, he closed his eyes. "And I'll let you do your thing." Bright gulped hard. "Do whatever you want to me. Just..." Saint peeked one eye open and closed it quickly when he saw Bright staring at him. "Be gentle."

Bright was at a loss. He doesn't know what to do. 'I mean, what will you do if you have someone as hot like Saint Suppapong Udomkaewkanjana?' Bright thought. He felt his heart picked up pace as he stared at Saint's handsome face. His red-like lips are so tempting. He gulped hard.

Thousands of weird and dirty scenarios suddenly flashed in his mind that Bright had gulped hard.

Saint snapped his eyes open when he heard a loud thud on the floor. "Bright? Yah, Bright? Are you all right?"

The quiet neighborhood was disrupted by the sound of the blaring ambulance.