I'll Come To You (Boy x Boy) [COMPLETED]

I'll Come To You (Boy x Boy) [COMPLETED]

  • WpView
    Reads 1,895
  • WpVote
    Votes 699
  • WpPart
    Parts 17
WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Sep 10, 20221h 15m
"Asad?" I called. He carried a covered tray towards the bed. "Good morning" 'Is this a dream or what' I whispered to myself. He opened the top tray, revealing what was covered. It was tea and French bread with scrambled eggs. I tried to recall what happened yesterday but I couldn't focus. "Asad?, why am I here?" I asked. "I had a fight with someone molesting you, you probably going to be ged rapped, and you were unconscious and drunk. I decided to take you to my house since it's already late" he explained. "Asad, I'm sorry" I begged giving him an innocent look. "No, why should you be, after all you have been through, for the lost of your parents, and everything, you deserve better and what are you doing at a gay bar?" he asked. "I wanted a part time job just to raise money to help my siblings" I answered. "I thought it was just a silly crush, but it turned into more. I'm sorry, I know you don't feel the same about me I don't want this to ruin our friendship, but I just had to tell you...." **Best Ranking** Strangerstolovers #1 Richboyfriend #1
All Rights Reserved
#357
dates
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Pluto&Mars
  • Warming Shelters
  • What It Takes To Move On (BoyxBoy)
  • Elephant Shoe [BXB] [SAMPLE]
  • My Beautiful Fairytale
  • One of Those Nights (boyxboy)
  • [1] Friendzone [COMPLETE]
  • There's A Boy in my Bed (BoyxBoy)
  • Seeing Silver
  • The CEO is my roommate [BL]

PROLOGUE: There was a man sitting at home, fiddling with his pencil, trying his best to do his job. This man sat back and sighed. He was famished and in an empty house. He was about to move. Boxes littered the hallway. He had gotten a new job in another state and knew it would be better for him and for those around him. On his last deadline, he knew not what to think about, let alone the blank blueprints he was meant to fill in. He preoccupied his time with thoughts of the past, romance, and grief. He thought of the man he'd loved. The man he still loved. He thought of the house he dreamt of having with him. He considered what would make it special for them. He pictured them dancing in their living room. Then, he started to sketch his dreams, thinking of the story that would change his entire life. He attempted the home he wanted, and yet it wasn't perfect. It never was. Not for them, no. He stared at the blueprints for a long while before amending it to the customer's liking. That was his trick. This time; however, it was different. He started to remember their entire time together with simultaneous happiness and sadness. This man's name was Pluto. He was known as such since elementary, and it was, for such a long time, matching with one other. Mars. Pluto and Mars. This, now, was a distant memory. One of love and loss. This is the tale of two kids, two friends, and two lovers. Pluto and Mars.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines