NOT MEANT TO BE

Chapter 2

Had he gotten even taller?

Bas wondered wiping the wax in the shining black exterior of the brand new Honda in circular motions. For a moment Bas thought that nothing would happen between them this time, that the tall moron had grown up after all.

Apparently, he thought too soon.

"....Did he eat a whole cow to get that fat...." He heard Godt smirk, looking back over his shoulder.

Bas's face flushed. His weight is a sensitive subject to him. No matter his mom's constant reassurances that he's not fat at all it made him self-conscious whenever the word 'fat' was thrown at him carelessly.

"....asshole..." He muttered under his breath, fuming and balling the rag he was using to wax the car.

Godt gave him a haughty look and began to saunter away.

Bas shouldn't have, he really shouldn't but that stupid face with that infuriatingly smug smile made his blood boil. With a growl, he pulled his arm back and threw the dirty rag at the tall boy, which smacked squarely on his white tank top clad back.

Godt stopped short. Bas bit his lips. The tall boy turned around and looked down at the dirty ball of cloth at his feet.

"Godt, no!" Tee tugged his friend's hand. "Leave him alone."

But Godt slowly hunched down, picked the rag up and sneered at Bas. The small chubby kid knew what was coming. He took off like a rabbit.

"Godt!"

The tall boy ignored Tee and raced after the brat.

His legs are long and he's stronger and faster than the fourteen-year-old kid. Within seconds he managed to grab hold of the back of the kid's shirt. Bas stumbled back and collided against Godt.

They were running too fast, the next moment they both are rolling on a scrap of cushions and upholstery materials at the back of the service station.

Godt managed to pin the boy down easily with his long limbs. He gathered Bas' both wrists in one hand and held them above firmly. He pushed the boy's lower half down with his strong thighs.

Bas tried to struggle but Godt had managed to tackle and trap him under securely. He didn't like it one bit. The tall boy is too close, his body is hard and warm against him. The kid wanted out, like right now.

"Let me go!" Bas demanded.

"Say you are sorry!" Godt's heavy breathing brushed the small boy's face. He didn't like the close proximity. The position they are in making his body react strangely.

"Fuck you!" Bas hissed angrily. Tears sprung to his eyes. He wanted out. He can't let Godt know. The tall asshole can't know what his close proximity is doing to Bas's body.

"You wish..." Godt gave a wolfish grin.

Bas started struggling, seriously, but Godt held him tightly. The brat is close to tears now because his traitorous dick is reacting in a way he didn't want. In his defense, he's fourteen and pretty much anything made his dick stir, he tried to tell himself.

"Let me up..." Bas whispered, giving up.

"Apologize!" Godt gave an infuriatingly smug smile.

Staring up at that stupid smile Bas tried to think of a way to get out of the iron hold of the tall boy. He didn't want to cry or to call for anyone's help. It would make him look weak. He kept on eyeing the thin lips twisted into an annoying sneer.

It was done on a whim. He didn't think much. All he wanted to do was hide his growing erection. His young dick knows no difference. It was just a natural reaction. He reassured himself. He was out of options.

So he lifted his neck and pressed his lips to the pair mocking him from above, just to shock the other boy into letting him go.

All Godt wanted to do was rattle the little boy. Maybe teach him a lesson. He didn't expect to feel the boy's lips on him.

It shocked him beyond his senses. Up till now, Bas had been an annoying little pest. There was nothing sexual about him. Then why is he pressing those cushiony soft, plump lips on Godt's?

Bas didn't think his brilliant plan would go haywire in seconds. All he wanted to do was rattle Godt. Since his limbs were pretty much useless, he could only attack with his mouth. He just didn't think about the repercussions.

At first, Godt's lips were icy and unyielding. Bas felt triumphant. He thought he scored one over the tall man. He tilted his head and tipped his chin up, pressing his lips against the shocked man's mouth, more firmly.

In a split-second, tables turned. Godt's mouth parted and took Bas's plump lips in a bruising kiss. His free hand went and cupped the back of Bas's neck, securing his face and taking control of the kiss.

Bas panicked. His body liked what Godt is doing to his mouth. The tall boy is skilled at kissing. But Bas hated that Godt had stolen his first kiss. It doesn't matter he's the one who initiated it. It still sucked that his first Kiss had to be Godt.

He was panting heavily when Godt finally let him go. His heart was racing like a trapped bird's. He stared up at the tall boy's face in a daze. Godt licked his lips, let go of Bas's limbs, and got to his feet. Just a few moments back all he wanted was for Godt to let him go, leave him alone. But the moment he lost the weight of the other boy Bas felt helpless and empty. Without getting up from his sprawled position, his hands still thrown up and the legs in disarray, he watched the other boy under his lowered lashes.

Godt licked his lips, ran a hand through his hair to smooth his tangled locks. Still eyeing Bas's sprawled body he shamelessly pushed his hand down his shorts and adjusted his straining cock.

Then he turned around and left.

"Fuck!" Bas rolled on the pile of scrap cushions and pressed his own hardness down to release the tension.

He hated that tall, handsome idiot. Why did he have to affect me like this? Bas thought with mortification. "My life is over!" He silently screamed to the cushions he was pressing his face on.

tbc.