Since this is the first short story in this site, I decide to write some cool story. It’s going to be a short one (I hope). Just like the title said, it’s a plot between hockey player and writer. This will take place in Xenia District, San Eunosia!
Character: Apichaya “Ivan” Santiphichitkul (novel writer, main character) X Lucas Wilson (hockey player, male lead)
Tropes: Childhood Friends to Lover, Soft and Sweet, Comedy, Smut, Destiny Brought Us Back Again, Reunion, Shitty Past, whatever comes to my mind (Random).
Have fun!
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Hello, I’m Ivan. I’m 29 years old.
I’m a renowned novelist under the famous publishing house, Polar Method House.
Many people have known me by “Andrew Sung”, which is my pen name.
I’ve written a lot of mature BL novels because that is what I was good at.
But not a lot of people know this, I’m single.
It might sound ridiculous since I write romance novels.
All stories that I’ve written came from my imagination.
Sure, it’s a bit sad that I don’t actually have a boyfriend yet. But I don’t plan to have one anyway because of my work that has already been way too stressful.
Recently, I’ve been working on a new project.
But I don’t know what theme I should write about.
Love-Hate relationship? Too ass. I don’t like it.
Alpha male? I already wrote it too many times.
But sports… I have never written one before.
“Hey,” Evan called as he tapped my shoulder with his phone in another hand. “Check this out.”
On his phone, it was a video of an interview from the best hockey player in the world, Lucas Wilson.
I froze, realizing that it’s him.
It’s the same Lucas Wilson who made me become a writer.
“You like him?” he teased, smirking sheepishly.
I just sat there in silence, eyes fixed at the screen.
My vivid memory slowly flashed back to when we were in high school.
It was around eighth grade.
“Class, today we got a new student,” Miss Yoon announced and walked the new student in.
He surely has a good physique.
He’s also very handsome. That face could attract women for sure, and it attracted me too.
Ugh, another sports addict, I guess.
The class already smelled like sweat. Fucking gross.
I continued writing down my random romance that came to my mind.
“My name is Lucas Wilson,” Lucas said, his foreign accent that I couldn’t figure out was thick. “I’m originally from Canada. My favorite sport is ice hockey. Nice to meet you, everyone.”
So, he’s Canadian.
“You can sit next to Ivan,” Miss Yoon said.
Well, fuck.
Of all seats that she could’ve picked, why the one next to mine?
It’s not like I don’t
“Hello,” Lucas said softly, setting his bag down. “You’re Ivan, right?”
Why did he want to talk to me?
“Yes,” I answered, pulling my bag out of that chair for him to sit.
He just sat down there, being a magnet that pulled all women to come near me.
So fucking annoying.
Almost half an hour later, the girls finally got what they wanted, which was his number.
Finally, some peace.
“What are you writing?” he asked, tapping my notebook lightly.
“Something,” I said, trying to shoo him away.
“Come on,” he whined, resting his hand on my arm. “Do you need to be this stiff with me?”
“Fine,” I groaned. “I wrote some spice.”
“Like a spice for food?” He said and looked at me innocently.
Gosh, he’s so fucking dumb.
“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, messing with my hair. “I knew what you meant.”
I grabbed my pen and continued writing.
“Can I just read what you write?” he asked.
Did he have an interest in me that much or just trying to annoy me?
“It’s not finished,” I said.
“Just let me read it,” he whined.
“Fine,” I sighed and pushed my notebook to him to read.
I pulled out my phone and played Fruit Ninja, expecting him to skim through my cringey stories.
“Can you give it back now?” I asked, trying to pull my notebook back.
He ignored me, his eyes glued to words that were in front of him.
“Come on, my work is shitty,” I said, trying to yank it out of his hand again.
He gripped it tight, turning his face to me.
I looked him in the eyes.
His dark blue iris filled with tears.
“I never found any story this good before,” he said. “Don’t you dare say that it’s shitty work, Ivan.”
“Whatever, dude,” I groaned. “Now give it back.”
“No,” he said. “I’ll finish this work that you have meticulously created since 2010.”
“That will take you one week to finish it,” I said. “Come on, you won’t have time to read it. Don’t you need to practice your ice hockey?”
“I could skip the session,” he shrugged. “Reading this is way more fun.”
“Give it back,” I said with a stern voice, being more serious. “Don’t skip your training.”
“I’ll just read this on the way to the rink, or even when I’m about to sleep,” he said, looking at me with puppy eyes. “Please?”
I let out a loud sigh.
“Fine,” I said. “Don’t wet it. I expect my notebook to return in the same condition I lent you.”
“Thank you!” he said, pulling me into a tight hug.
Okay, I guess he’s not that bad, I guess.
Maybe I should apologize to him later. (Not happening)
“Wanna go get some lunch together?” he asked. “You can be my guide for this school too.”
I just nodded.
He put my notebook into his backpack and got his wallet out.
“Let’s go,” he said, smiling at me and reaching his hand to me.
Okay, he got dimples when he smiled.
Fuck, that’s actually cute… and hot.
But who am I thinking? He wouldn’t be interested in a nerd like me anyway.
I should focus on studying more than him.
I reached out my hand for him to pull me up, expecting that it’s going to be calloused as hell.
“Oh!” I exclaimed out loud.
I was wrong.
“What?” he chuckled in between.
“Your hand is actually soft,” I said. “I expected it to be more calloused.”
“Just genetics,” he said with a smirk. What a fucking sly fox.
We walked to the canteen.
“Our school doesn’t have poutine and maple syrup for you,” I said.
“Did you actually think we eat those every day?” he asked, looking straight into my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m kidding,” I said.
“Let’s eat Buttercloud Citrus Toast,” he said.
My jaw dropped. That’s one of the most famous San Eunosian snacks ever.
“How did you know about that toast?” I asked back, surprised.
“Well, I did some background research before,” he said with a shrug.
Fine.
“Hi Ivan,” Auntie Salma, the stall owner, said. “Is this a new boy?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Name’s Lucas and he’s Canadian.”
“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” she said, shaking Lucas’s hand.
“I’ll just have two Buttercloud Citrus Toast,” he said, making her jaw drop.
“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” I said between laughs. “He surprised me earlier, too.”
“Now that’s a real San Eunosian!” she laughed while retrieving our toasts.
“He looks like a nice guy,” she said. “Stop being an introvert and get some friends.”
“Whatever,” I sighed and swiped my student card.
We turned around, only to get trapped in a swamp of girls who were obsessed with his face.
If I was a girl and not being introverted, I would’ve asked for his number too.
Lucas became a celebrity less than a day after coming to San Eunosia High.
“Sorry, but we got to go,” he said, pulling my hand out of the chaotic area.
We sat down on the bench under the cherry tree in the middle of the scorching hot sun.
“Don’t you find this hot?” I asked, biting into the toast.
“It’s alright,” he said while chewing his toast.
“What makes you want to come to San Eunosia, though?” I asked again as my curiosity piqued.
“My parents both got transferred here,” he said. “So, I also need to move to San Eunosia with him.”
“Where did they work?” I asked. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer, though.”
“They worked in this publishing house called… Polar House,” he responded.
I nodded along and finished my toast.
“Do you want to become a writer in the future?” he asked.
“No,” I answered him in an instant. “It’s not my dream job at all.”
“Why?” he laughed. “I mean, you’re good at writing stories. You could make lots of money, you know?”
“Yeah but I don’t want to,” I said. “I don’t want any fucking fame.”
“Chill out, dude!” he laughed so hard he fell out of the bench. “You don’t need to be that rude.”
“What about you?” I asked. “What do you want to be in the future?”
“I just want to be an ice hockey player,” he said, still lying on the ground. “That’s why I love playing ice hockey so much.”
“Have you ever participated in any competitions yet?” I asked, pulling him back to the bench.
“Many,” he flexed. “I won multiple competitions back in Canada. Mainly because of my team. We understand one another so we know what to do.”
I nodded.
“You really should become a writer,” he said. “I’ll buy every book that you write.”
“I said I won’t write any books,” I groaned, pinching his ear teasingly.
“Ow! That hurts!” he whined, laughing in between.
We sat there in silence, enjoying the calm breeze.
“Hey,” he called.
“What?” I asked, turning to him.
“Give me your phone,” he said, opening his hand wide.
“Why?” I asked again.
“Just give me your damn phone,” he grunted.
I gave him my phone.
He added his number.
“Here’s my number,” he handed it back.
Contact Name: Lucas❤️
This dude got some fucking nerves to put a fucking heart on my contact.
“Don’t you dare to delete the emoji away,” he snarled. “I don’t do that to everyone.”
“Then treat me like someone else,” I teased.
“Of course not,” he said. “You’re my first San Eunosian friend.”
“Whatever you say,” I rolled my eyes and kept my phone into my pocket.
“Let’s head back to the class,” he said. “You’re welcome to come see me practice anytime.”
“Sure,” I said as we walked, knowing damn well that it won’t happen anyway.
“Come to Chusan National Ice Rink,” he winked before opening the door for me.
“Gosh, he’s a gentleman,” a group of girls mumbled among themselves, gossiping about what they saw earlier.
That’s why I just want to kick Lucas away. I didn’t want any fame or to be at the center of attention.
As evening came, I took the bus home and went back like usual.
“Is there anything new today?” my mom asked, pulling me into a soft hug.
“There’s a new student,” I said. “He’s Canadian and loves to play ice hockey.”
“You should make friends with him,” my dad said.
“No,” I said. “Friends are a distraction from studying hard.”
“There must be some good friends in your school,” my mom added.
“I like to be alone,” I said, closing my room’s door.
Sigh.
What a fucking tiring day.
I didn’t even have my favorite notebook with me.
What am I supposed to write?
Well, maybe I should study a bit more.
Hours later, while I was still studying, Lucas texted me:
“Hey!”
I replied:
“I was fucking studying.”
He sent:
“Let’s go eat ramen together.”
I sent back:
“Not happening.”
I put my phone away, only to get a notification bomb from the same dude again.
What’s wrong with him?
I looked at the clock.
It was already 9 p.m., four hours of studying.
I guess I could stop now.
Then out of nowhere, Lucas called me.
“What’s his deal?” I sighed before picking up the call.
“Ivan~” he called my name in a strangely sweet tone.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“You’re so mean,” he said, his tone clearly giving away that he was pouting.
“Spit it out what you want to say,” I said.
“What did you do during the evening?” he asked.
“I studied,” I said, leaning fully on the ergonomic chair.
“Sounds boring,” he said. “I’m sad that you didn’t come to my practice, though.”
“Why do you want me to be there?” I asked.
“Because you’re special,” he said, his tone bright.
Hearing that made my heart jump for a sec.
No one except my parents thought that I was special before.
It was my first time hearing this kind of thing.
“Couldn’t you ask someone else to watch you?” I chuckled, closing my eyes to rest them.
“It has to be you,” he replied annoyingly.
“You’re being childish,” I said, squinting my eyes in stress as I didn’t know what to do with him at all.
“Can’t you just come?” he whined. “I just want to show you how good I am.”
“Fine,” I said. “But I’ll go there only one time.”
“It won’t be one time for sure,” he laughed. “I would drag you to be here with me if I wanted to, too.”
“You’re being creepy,” I said with a stern voice.
“Whatever,” he groaned. “Now I’m showered and ready to go to bed.”
“Do I really need to know that?” I teased with a smirk.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m currently reading your stories right now.”
“Just go to sleep,” I said. “Which stories are you on anyway?”
“I’m on Robert’s Unrequited Romance,” he said.
That’s the one before my current story I was working on.
“What about the other stories?” I asked.
“I’ve read all of them,” he said. “Fiona was a little bit of an asshole, though. James was really a nice guy. Poor James to be stuck with Fiona.”
Shit, he actually read everything.
“Wow,” I said.
“Surprised?” he asked. “Come on, your stories were so well-written I couldn’t stop reading at all!”
“Whatever,” I sighed for the millionth time.
The call suddenly became quiet.
“Ivan,” he called my name. “Have a sweet dream of me. I love you.”
That sentence got me stunned.
When my senses finally came back, Lucas was already hung up on the call.
I looked down and fuck, my life was ruined.
Did I actually fall for Lucas?
It’s not possible.
When the next day arrived, I approached Lucas and dragged him to our classroom.
Luckily, no one arrived yet except the two of us.
“Explain yourself,” I said, looking at him.
“Explain what?” he asked, looking like an innocent guy.
“Why did you say I love you to me?” I asked, staring into his eyes.
“Because I really love you?” he said with a shrug. “Come on, friends can’t say I love you to one another?”
“No,” I said. “You should only say that to the person you date with.”
“Then let’s date,” he said.
“Not happening,” I shot back. “Just… don’t say it too much with me, okay? I don’t want other people to think that we’re actually dating.”
“Deal,” he said with a smile. “I love you today, too.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
He handed me back my beloved notebook.
Our lives seemed to be the same as usual—studying together in the library, enjoying our lunch under the same cherry tree, cleaning the room together.
It became a routine.
Weeks later.
“Let’s go to the rink today,” he said, wrapping me with his long arms.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll just study on Saturday then.”
“Yay,” he said happily. “You’re the best!”
Hah, let’s see how good Lucas was at hockey.
As he stepped into the rink with his coach, all I could see was him, swerving around the ice, hitting the puck in the direction that he wanted, and eventually, winning over his coach.
My jaw dropped at what I just witnessed earlier.
He turned to me with a happy smile attached to his face.
“Was I good?” he asked, approaching the border. “I’m cool, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, still stunned by his performance.
“Let’s go back,” he said. “I’m now done for the day.”
I waited for him to finish changing clothes.
“Hey,” he stepped out of the locker room shirtless.
Holy fuck.
That’s a fucking six or eight pack over there.
“Like what you see?” he teased, opening his arms even more to reveal his naked upper part of his body.
“JUST GO WEAR YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!” I screamed at him, feeling too flustered to face him anymore.
He laughed before vanishing into the locker room again.
I rest my forehead against the wall, trying to forget about his chest.
But no matter how hard I try, it won’t go away.
“Let’s go have some food,” Lucas said, now covered in a loose white dry-fit T-shirt and gray sweatpants.
Men who wear gray sweatpants should be a criminal and sent to prison.
Because that was too attractive.
When Lucas wore it, it was an explosion.
A hot dude wearing something hot.
Boom.
He’s too hot. I felt like dying now.
Dear Lord, send help to me, please.
Amen.
“I’m craving ramen,” he said.
We walked to the convenience store to get ourselves a bowl of instant noodles.
“You know, hot soup after exercising is so good,” Lucas said as he set the bowl down, waiting for the ramen to be fully cooked.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “I don’t know about other people, but I really feel like that.”
“Interesting,” I nodded along his ramble.
We then ate our ramen.
“Ahh,” he let out a soft moan. “Fuck, this is so good.”
“Can you stop acting so corny?” I asked, giving him a weird look.
“Don’t be mean,” he chuckled. “The ramen is actually good.”
“I know that it’s good,” I said. “But don’t fucking moan out loud like that, Lucas.”
“You’re so boring,” he sighed, taking in another bite of our shared ramen.
I put down my chopsticks to let him enjoy more.
“You’re full already?” he asked, looking at my slim body.
“What, you thought my stomach was made out of black hole?” I shot back.
He just laughed before continuing eating the ramen.
Was I really full, though?
No. I just want him to eat more since he’s an athlete. His body was massive, so was his stomach(?).
Lucas took the trash and went back into the store, only to return with two cans of soda.
Not a regular soda, but a fucking cherry-flavored soda. The worst soda that could ever exist in this entire world.
“You like these?” I asked, looking at the can in his hand with pure disgust.
“Yeah,” he said, popping the can and sipping the disgusting soda.
“You’re weird,” I said, side eyeing him. “Cherry soda tastes like chemicals.”
“It does not!” he shot back, trying to defend his “beloved” cherry soda. “It tastes better than that!”
“Whatever, maple boy,” I sighed.
“Thanks,” he grinned widely.
“That’s not a compliment,” I barked.
“I’ll still take it, though,” he laughed softly.
We just sat there in silence.
“Are you gay?” he asked out of the blue.
Yes.
But will I say it?
“No,” I replied.
“Gays are disgusting,” he said. “But I don’t mind reading your stories, though. It’s cool.”
What?
What did he just say?
“Let’s go back,” he said, holding my hand. “It’s getting dark.”
Yeah, this is how friends act. Sure.
Two years have gone like a flash.
My feelings for Lucas also developed even more.
Eventually, I decided to do the most fucked up thing in humankind.
Writing a fantasy about me and him.
It was fun. Until he found out about it.
“Hey,” Lucas called, tapping my shoulder.
“What?” I replied, nodding along to the music in my ear.
“Your recent story is a bit… interesting,” he said with a smirk. “Care to explain it to me at the back of the building?”
I followed him out.
He threw my notebook in my face.
“What do you mean the character’s name is Lucas Wilson and James Seo?” he shouted in my face.
For your information, James Seo was my pen name.
“It could be anyone?” I replied, picking up my notebook from the ground.
“Anyone?” he roared. “Lucas Wilson, Canadian, Ice Hockey Player. Isn’t that a bit familiar?”
“So?” I shot back. “Can’t I use you for reference?”
“You can, but don’t fucking pair me with you!” he yelled, attracting lots of attention from bypassers.
I could see steam coming from his ears and nose, clearly mad at me.
Then, my worst case scenario came.
“You like me, don’t you?” he asked, gripping my shirt collar tight. “You fucking sickening bastard!”
I averted my gaze.
“Avoiding me now, huh?” he challenged. “Fine, don’t you ever come talk to me again.”
“What?” I asked, tears running down my face.
“I don’t want to talk to a disgusting piece of shit like you anymore,” he said, pushing me against the wall.
Months passed, Lucas was still sitting next to me. But we didn’t talk anymore.
The tension grew heavier.
One day, Lucas was not around.
“Where’s Lucas?” I asked one of my classmates.
“He already went back to Canada,” she said. “It’s quite sad, right? He’s so hot, too.”
Lucas.
You could’ve told me before you flew off.
How could you?
Did you hate me that much?
What did I even do wrong?
Oh, right. I wrote a fantasy about me and him.
Lucas and I didn’t contact each other ever again.
Back to the present.
If you ask me if I still like him, my answer will still be the same.
Yes. Yes, I do.
I was about to leave the office since I already cleared my minimum amount of words I need to write.
“Bye, Evan,” I said, tapping his shoulder lightly.
“Bye,” Evan said, still typing out some words.
I tapped out of the office and headed straight to the bus stop.
Then, a car stopped in front of me.
A modern black sports car.
“Holy shit,” a familiar voice rang in my ear. “It’s actually you.”
I looked up.
My eyes met him. Again.
Lucas. Wilson.
I decided to walk away, but he honked at me.
“Where are you running to?” he asked as he ran toward me.
“You won’t even talk to me now anyway,” I shouted at him.
He just stood there in silence.
“Are you still mad about what I said fourteen years ago?” he asked, holding my hand.
“Are you gonna say that I’m still a disgusting piece of shit?” I shot back.
My heart felt like it got punched. Right in the middle.
“No,” he said, his voice laced with hurt. “I regret saying that.”
“You’re saying that you’re gay now?” I asked, frowning at him.
He nodded.
“You know,” I said. “Denial is a river.”
“Just stop it,” he grunted, gripping my hand even tighter. “My therapist already said that too many times.”
“Another one would be fine,” I added. “Denial is a river in Egypt. If you didn’t know that.”
He just cried on my palm. Poor him.
“Do you want the paparazzi to take pictures of us?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I miss you. So fucking much.”
“Just get in the fucking car first, will you?” I asked, knocking his skull with my other hand.
We got in his sports car.
“The seat is so uncomfortable,” I groaned, trying to adjust my posture.
“Want me to buy an SUV for you?” he asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I shot back.
We sat there in silence again.
“Why are you here, by the way?” I asked.
“I decided to move to San Eunosia now,” he said. “Apparently, being a hockey player in San Eunosia got paid better.”
“Uh huh,” I said.
“How are you?” he asked, his voice soft.
“I’m doing well,” I said. “Finally moved on from you.”
“You got a boyfriend now?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “Thanks to someone, I can’t have a proper relationship.”
“That hurts,” he said, jabbing his heart playfully.
He started driving.
“Where are you taking me to?” I asked.
“To a restaurant,” he said. “I just want to apologize to you properly.”
“No need,” I said. “I didn’t hold any grudges on you anymore. I mean, I kinda still hurt by what you said back then. But I feel like you said that because you didn’t understand much about how hard being gay actually is.”
“Still,” he added. “I just want to treat you to a nice meal.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “Thanks for the meal, I guess.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.
The engine hummed softly, acting like a background noise.
“What are you working on now?” he asked, breaking the silence between us. “You look like you’re in the Graphics Department.”
“I did what you told me before,” I said.
“A writer?” he asked. “But I never see James Seo on any bookstore’s shelves. Not even in Canada or San Eunosia.”
“I changed my pen name, dummy,” I said, pinching his skin.
“To what?” he asked eagerly.
“Andrew Sung,” I said.
His face went pale.
“So, you’re the author behind every Andrew Sung’s book?” he asked.
Is he trying to be funny?
“It’s my pen name, duh,” I shot back.
“I read every book from Andrew Sung,” he said. “I read it since Burning Ice.”
Burning Ice was my debut book.
“Then, can you name every book I’ve written?” I asked, fact-checking him.
“Burning Ice, Burning Cash, Burning Love, Unfixable Code, Emails That Never Sent, and I Was Here When You Were Not,” he replied.
Oh my god.
How in the world could he name every book that I’ve written so far.
“But your recent book made me cry, though,” he said. “I felt bad for Chris.”
“Where did you get all the time to read my book?” I asked.
“You know I’m a fast reader, Ivan,” he flexed.
“Sure,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Your book made me become this way,” he said.
Ouch, I feel offended.
“Are you trying to blame me?” I shot back after feeling offended.
“No!” he said abruptly, shaking his hand like crazy. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“You did,” I said, pouting at him.
He turned the wheel to the entrance of Anastasia Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in Xenia.
“Is it the place you wanted to bring me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, reversing into the lot in one smooth turn.
I got out of his car as soon as he shifted his gear into P.
Although I find this place expensive, it’s not like I couldn’t buy the food myself. (I’m a multi-million copy writer anyway.)
We got to the highest floor where the restaurant located.
“Reservation for Lucas Wilson,” Lucas said proudly.
“Welcome,” the waitress greeted, walking us to our designated room.
I looked at the menu and closed it.
“I’ll just have fries and iced chocolate. Thank you,” I ordered.
“Is that all you eat?” Lucas asked in surprise.
“Can you look at my body size?” I shot back. “You’re an athlete. You wouldn’t know how little I need.”
“Fine,” he sighed and ordered bunch of food that surely one couldn’t finish.
As the waitress left the room, Lucas gently placed his hand on mine.
“I just want to ask you this,” he started.
The mood didn’t feel good.
“Can I have a second chance?” he requested.
“What do you mean by second chance?” I asked.
“It means… I just want to be nice with you again,” he said. “After all, I still couldn’t move on from you, Ivan. I didn’t know what I did before was considered gay. Like people said, denial is a river.”
“How did you know that phrase?” I stopped him.
“Google, obviously,” he shrugged, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Sure,” I said. “Continue what you left off.”
“As I was saying,” he said, looking at me in the eyes and gripping my hand tighter. “I just want to start things new again. But this time, it must be with you. I knew I hurt you in the past, and I don’t expect you to forgive my past action. But, please. Can you trust me that I’ll be good for you this time?”
I guess he really read Burning Ice, huh.
“It’s funny,” I said.
His face went pale after the sentence.
“You really copied what Colton from Burning Ice said,” I added, letting out a small laugh. “I was wondering who taught you to beg for forgiveness that good. I guess I’m a good teacher then.”
He averted my gaze, his face slowly turning beet red.
“Fine,” I said, holding his hand. “I’ll let your past action go. We can start new again.”
His face lit up with joy. His eyes sparkled.
“Really?” he asked, squeezing my hand like vice, stopping my hand’s blood flow.
“Yeah,” I said, gritting my teeth. “And let go of my hand already.”
“Sorry,” he laughed, releasing my hand.
My hand felt like it was on fire. Blood is surely warm.
“But there’s one thing I want you to apologize,” I said.
“What?” he asked genuinely.
“You went to Canada without telling me,” I said. “Do you know how heartbroken I was?”
“Sorry,” he whined. “I was too mad at you. It was sudden leave, too. My grandparents both fell sick all of a sudden.”
I nodded.
“Wanna come to my apartment?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
“There’s something I want you to see, too,” he added.
“Don’t reveal it now,” I said, pointing at his mouth. “Keep it a secret.”
“Of course,” he said, letting out a soft laugh.
Our food arrived, somehow he managed to finish it all. I’m surprised.
That’s a whole lot of food.
But well, he’s the one paying. Not me.
“It’s a really good meal,” he said, letting out a happy sigh. “Thank you for eating with me, Mister Andrew Sung.”
“Quit it,” I laughed, smacking his back. “Just call me Ivan.”
We got into his car and drove back to his apartment.
It didn’t take long for us to be there since Anastasia Hotel was like… twenty block down his apartment.
“Here it is,” he said as he unlocked the door.
I glanced around as I stepped in.
“Nice place you’ve got,” I said.
He dragged me to his bedroom.
Uh oh, what was he going to do with me?
“Look at that bookshelf,” he said eagerly, pointing at the bookshelf near his bed.
A shelf full of book by me.
It was filled. No space at all.
“Wow,” I said. “I guess you’re really an avid fan of mine, huh.”
He kneeled down in front of me and gave me a black marker.
“Could you please sign my book?” he asked, using his signature puppy eyes he got since the first time I met him.
“Bring over the book,” I said, picking up the pen.
He flipped to the first page of each book.
He really got everything.
Burning Ice.
Burning Cash.
Burning Love.
Unfixable Code.
Emails That Never Sent.
I Was Here When You Were Not.
I started signing my autograph one by one, adding some extra doodles like flowers, cloud, and sun.
“Can you add a heart for me, please?” he whined.
“Not happening,” I said, putting a dot on the last book.
He just laughed.
“Now what?” I asked, putting down the marker.
He just threw me to the bed and tickled me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, laughing in between.
“I just wanna hug you again,” he said. “You should come to my practice game with the coach.”
“Why?” I teased.
“You’re no fun at all,” he groaned. “Just bring back some good memories. You might get back some idea for your next book.”
What a good reference for my new book. Thanks, Lucas.
“But I’m now practicing from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., though,” he said. “I don’t know if you can come.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’ll ask my boss to work remotely.”
“Yay!” he squealed, pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you!”
I couldn’t help it but breathed in his scent.
“You smell good,” I said.
“You too,” he said in an instant, burying his face into my neck. “No one could compare to your scent. It’s vanilla-ish with a mix of soap.”
“You should go shower first,” I said, pushing him away from me. “I’m gonna look around for a while.”
“Alright,” he said before leaving me alone in his bed.
I stood up and walked around.
Bunch of golden trophies and medals. All of them were to his name, Lucas Wilson.
I guess I really lived under the rock.
My eyes landed on a keychain on his desk.
I was stunned.
It was not a regular keychain.
It was a keychain I bought him when we went to the amusement park together as a class.
“Hey,” Lucas called.
I turned to him. Again, his upper part was naked.
But the worst part?
His towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist was about to fall off.
“Tighten your towel knot,” I said. “It’s going to fall.”
“Why?” he asked, stepping closer to me. “You don’t want to see my dick?”
“Are you insane?” I teased. “No, of course not!”
“Lots of women and my fans would say yes to see my dick, you know?” he said with a sly smug. “I don’t offer this to anyone.”
“Sadly, I’m not that woman,” I said. “And treat me like someone else.”
“I told you I can’t,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace.
His body was dripping so much that it made me doubted him whether he ever dried himself or not.
“God, you’re wet,” I groaned, pushing him away. “Do you ever fucking dry your damn body before?”
“Of course,” he said. “But I want you to dry me.”
“No,” I said.
“Please?” he begged, dropping his towel in front of me, revealing what hid under that towel.
There.
A long and thick piece of meat, also known as a horse cock.
It was hairless. Shaved. Clean cut. Pale with a pinkish tip.
“Oops,” he teased. “Now you’ve seen it.”
I turned away.
“Come on,” he said. “I know you want it, my cut nine-inches long and six-inches thick cock with no hair at all, not even on my balls or wherever it is.”
“Can you not describe it?” I screamed at him.
“Alright,” he said, lifting both his arms as if he surrendered.
That didn’t help me from noticing his schlong at all.
What a fucking pain to have such sharp eyes for something big and long.
“Just wear your fucking boxers or something,” I said. “Keep it for the right guy.”
“And the right guy is you,” he said with a smug, pulling me closer to him.
This fucking arctic big ass sly fox. He sure got some nerves to drop a bomb.
I mean, yes, my feelings for him was still there.
“Stop,” I said. “Don’t take things too far. We’re friends.”
“Friends help each other,” he interrupted. “I jerked off with my friends back in Canada, too.”
“So?” I shot back. “I’m not that friend.”
“Please?” he whined, grabbing his massive rock-hard cock firmly. “I wanna cum so fucking bad.”
Sigh, you know what they say, you only live once.
“Fine,” I said. “But don’t expect me to jerk off with you.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing his cock.
“What a nice cock you have,” I said, slowly stroking it.
“Mmph~” he let out a soft grunt. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
“Shut it,” I scolded.
“Fuck, I wish I can put my cock in your mouth, Ivan,” he groaned, grabbing my chin and pushing his thumb into my mouth.
“Keep dreaming,” I said with a smirk.
Did I want to suck it? Of course, I would like to taste his cock so bad.
But I wanted to punish him properly—for breaking my heart and going back to Canada without telling me.
“Ahh~” he moaned, his head throwing back with pleasure. “Fuck, I just want to fuck that tiny mouth of yours until I cum all the way down your throat. You want that, don’t you?”
“Just fucking cum,” I said, giving him rougher strokes.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hold it back any longer,” he whimpered, pushing his tip on my lips and thrusting into me.
Fuck, his cock tasted good.
“Your mouth feels so fucking warm!” he moaned, gripping my hair like vice.
His hips slowly moved in and out, fucking my mouth like he wished.
“Sorry,” he said, quickening his pace. “Your mouth feels too good for me to stop. Aah~!”
Tears slowly formed around my eyes.
He pushed his cock so deep inside my throat I felt like I was choking.
Our eyes met.
“Fuck,” he panted, still thrusting hard. “I never believed that one day, I would see you, on my bed, taking my dick so well like a good boy.”
I just wanted to reply. But his cock already stuffed my mouth, so I couldn’t say any word out.
“I’m gonna countdown from five,” he moaned, grabbing my whole face and fucking it hard, his voice already cracked from the amount of pleasure he got.
His thrusting speed kept getting faster.
“Five~” he counted, his voice shaking from thrusting in me too hard.
His cock thrusted deeper than before.
“Four~!” he yelped, his voice octaves higher than before.
I slowly started to lose my vision as my body didn’t have enough oxygen.
“Three—Aah~!” he panted, grabbing my whole face and forcing his cock down even more.
I felt like dying.
“FUCK, I’M CUMMING~!” he moaned loudly, shooting his thick load down my throat.
He slowly pulled out of my mouth.
My saliva glistened his cock.
“Was I too rough on you?” he asked, palming my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t count to one.”
“Don’t be,” I said, my voice suddenly became hoarse.
What the fuck.
“I love you,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck and breathing in my scent. “I love you, Ivan.”
I hugged him back and didn’t say anything.
“Do you love me back?” he asked, his hot breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
Maybe he really liked me.
“You dummy,” I sighed. “Have I ever said no about it?”
I know it’s not fair that he rejected me before.
But I didn’t want to crush his heart like how he did with me.
I didn’t want him to go through the pain like I did.
“Shall we date?” he asked. “I mean you sucked my dick earlier.”
“That doesn’t give you the rights to call me your boyfriend,” I shot back.
“Sorry,” he said. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Give me reasons why I should be yours,” I said, testing the water.
“Because I love you,” he admitted. “Your personality is great, you’re hot and cute at the same time, you’re kind, you rarely get mad, you’re my favorite author, you’re the guy I always think about when I jerked off back in Canada. I don’t know how to live without you anymore, Ivan. I’m rich, I’m famous. I own a nice place and a nice car. I know you since high school. I know what you like and what not. I love you, truly. So, please?”
Damn it, I kinda want to see him cry.
“No,” I said with a smug, only to see his face turned pale.
“What?” he asked, his voice soft and eyes watered. “Are you really going to dine and dash?”
“No, of course not,” I said. “I meant no way I won’t be your boyfriend, you idiot. Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting for this day?”
He pulled me into a tight hug.
“You’re hard,” he said.
“Leave it like that,” I looked away.
“Come on, let me help you,” he said, pulling down my pants. “I’m now your boyfriend.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “If you’re gonna do it, do it well.”
“Yes, master,” he pleaded and pulled down my boxers, freeing my hard cock from its confinement. “You’re bigger than I expected.”
“Did you think I had a micropenis?” I asked, knocking his head.
“Of course not,” he laughed it off, giving it some good strokes. “I thought it was average.”
“Hah,” I scoffed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Aah~” I let out a soft groan.
“Pull my hair, master,” he mumbled as my cock filled his mouth, sending shockwaves around my body. “Am I a good puppy, master?”
“Don’t talk while you’re sucking!” I yelped, gripping his hair tight. “That’s a fucking rule, you fucking idiot.”
“Sorry,” he said, ignoring my words. “It’s my first time giving people heads, and it happens to be you.”
“I SAID DON’T!” I screamed, knocking his hand harder than before.
He pulled out and laughed.
“Come on,” he whined, rubbing the sensitive tip of my cock. “It’s my first time blowing someone. Go easy on me, will you?”
“Fine,” I said.
He took me in again, his mouth felt wet and slicked.
“Aah~” I groaned, gripping his hair tightly. “Good fucking puppy.”
He locked his gaze at me.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Him? Going down for me?
Must be a crazy dream.
“You like how it feels, right?” he teased, slapping my cock on his tongue. “Your cock slapping on my tongue.”
“Just keep sucking,” I panted.
“Alright,” he said and took me in once again.
I got closer and closer to nut in his mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” I pleaded, my voice an octave higher. “Pull out, Lucas.”
He shook his head and buried his face deep, his nose touched my pubic bone.
“PULL OUT!” I shouted, feeling so close.
“Just cum in my mouth,” he mumbled against my extra-sensitive cock. “You taste so fucking good, Ivan.”
Fuck, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I just… came in his mouth.
“Spit it out,” I said, opening my hand.
He swallowed.
Like how all of my characters did.
“Funny how every book you wrote, they all swallowed their partner’s cum,” he said with a smug.
“That’s because I never had someone swallowed my cum before,” I admitted. “I only watched porn as reference.”
Silence filled the room.
“You’re saying that… you’re a virgin?” he asked, looking surprise.
“Yes,” I said. “Thanks to someone.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I took your V-Card.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Now that my boyfriend finally took my card, I could now go flex around.”
His face lit up.
“Ivan…” he said, tears welling up in his eyes, his voice shaking with joy. “I love you, so much.”
“Me too,” I said. “I love you, too.”
“Let’s have a proper date the other day,” he suggested eagerly.
“I think you need to shower again,” I said.
“Good idea, babe,” he hummed softly, carrying me to the bathroom.
“Don’t call me that,” I said.
“Why?” he asked between chuckles. “You like it?”
“No, I hate it,” I said. “I only wrote that word down because of characters.”
His smile dropped instantly.
“What do you want me to call you?” he asked.
“Just call me Ivan,” I said. “Or Andrew, if you want.”
“Ivan it is,” he said, putting me down for me to stand.
He turned on the warm water and stood next to me, waiting for the water to be filled patiently.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I glanced around the room, trying to process about what’s happening right now.
“I really date the Lucas Wilson,” I mumbled to myself, feeling overwhelmed with joy.
He came back five minutes later with bath bombs in his hand.
“Pick one,” he said, offering me multiple bath bomb.
I grabbed the “Sweet Sakura” bomb and threw it into the water.
“You go first,” he said.
I dipped my foot into the water and setting down.
He then joined me from behind.
“Lay on me,” he whispered, guiding my body to be laid over him.
It felt warm and cozy since his body was massive compared to mine.
“You’re so scrawny,” he sighed, squeezing my waist playfully. “You should eat more.”
“I just want to be a twink,” I said.
“Look at me,” he flexed, squeezing his ripped arm. “See? I’m so big and firm.”
“I don’t want that,” I shot back. “I love my current body. This is my trademark.”
“You do you,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ll be a big teddy bear for you to hug then.”
“Glad you know your role,” I teased, booping his nose playfully.
He grabbed a bottle of his body wash and lathered it on us.
“You like the smell?” he asked. “Because I do.”
“I like it, too,” I said. “It’s a good smell.”
His touch was soft.
“Want me to wash your cock?” he asked, wrapping his hand around the rod.
“No,” I replied abruptly, pushing his hand away.
I turned around to face him.
He grabbed both our cocks.
“Fuck, look at the different of our sizes,” he groaned.
“You’re an athlete,” I said. “Our body sizes are different, too.”
“Not every athlete is big, though,” he said. “Some athletes are very small. My friends are small.”
“Do you really need to tell me about that?” I asked, squinting my eyes.
“Yes,” he answered quickly. “You need to know this fact so you will understand not every athletes are big. Only some people are big. Come on, you let your CEO, your professor, your programmer, your office worker have a big dick.”
“That’s different,” I said, sealing his lips tight with my fingers, clasping them shut. “This is a real world, not a fucking fantasy or universe that I created.”
“Still, different people can have different size of dicks,” he said, removing my hands from his lips.
“Whatever,” I sighed.
We washed our body wash off our bodies and dried ourselves.
“My pajamas might be too big on you, though,” he said, opening the closet door.
“It’s fine, I guess,” I said, grabbing the pajamas he gave me.
I wore it and it was too big on me.
Like, too big.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping his jaw. “You look so sexy in my clothes, Ivan.”
“Quit it,” I shot back. “Just go to sleep. I was tired at work.”
I walked to his bed and rolled down.
Ugh, the mattress felt really soft.
“Comfy?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my torso as he got into the bed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m going to sleep now.”
“Nighty night,” he whispered in my ear softly, kissing my earlobe before turning off the light.
Hours later.
I woke up next to him, already on his phone.
“Wake up already?” he asked, kissing my cheek.
“Yeah,” I murmured groggily. “I haven’t had a good sleep since Burning Ice.”
“You should take some break, you know,” he pouted, playing with my hair. “I don’t want to see my boyfriend to fall sick.”
“Tell my boss about that yourself,” I said, letting out a soft chuckle.
“He or she doesn’t allow you to stop working?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“I mean I just don’t want to lose my plot, you know. Sometimes I already have fun writing the current plot. If I took off some days, I’ll just lose some plot and the novel will feel like shit,” I explained.
He just nodded along.
“Well, I feel like working some more today,” I said. “Don’t interrupt my fun, yeah?”
“Yes, boss,” he nodded and saluted at me.
I let out a chuckle before walked over to my backpack and pulled out my laptop, setting it on the table.
“My place ran out of coffee,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I replied. “You can just bring me water.”
He nodded and vanished into the bathroom.
As I worked, Lucas eventually brought me a mug of water and refilled it.
“Here’s some snacks,” he said, putting down a plate of chocolate chip cookie.
I was too focused on the work I didn’t touch them at all.
I looked at the time again, and it was already 12 p.m.
I guess it’s really time for me to take a break.
I closed my laptop and walked to the kitchen, where Lucas was at, cooking some meal.
“What are you cooking?” I asked, sitting on the chair.
“Chicken breast,” he said. “I need to keep myself in fit for you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said. “Just keep yourself fit for yourself or your fans.”
He just let out a laugh.
“What about my food?” I asked. “You didn’t cook one for me, right?”
“Sorry, I mobile-ordered NFC for you,” he said. “I don’t know if you like it or not.”
“That’s my breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I said.
His jaw dropped in an instant, cracking me up.
“You’re joking, right?” he asked.
I gave him an innocent smile, telling him that I was not joking at all.
He dropped to his knee and facepalmed dramatically.
“Get up,” I said. “Your chicken will be overcooked.”
“You’re the one to eat my chicken,” he said. “Do you know that NFC is unhealthy for you?”
“I don’t know what to eat, okay?” I said, opening the box of a golden crispy fried chicken.
“You’re insane,” he pouted.
“Yeah,” I shot back. “Your most favorite author is an insane person who always eat NFC.”
He then put a plate of gross-looking chicken breast on the table.
“Any drink?” he asked.
“Just water,” I said, still chewing my favorite savory fried chicken.
He poured me water.
“What’s your drink?” I asked.
He set the most disgusting and gross soda that I would never forgive it any single day, a can of cherry soda.
I guess old habit dies hard.
“Here you are, calling me insane, while you’re the one drinking the one of the most disgusting things in the planet,” I said, giving him a judgmental look.
“Whatever,” he sighed, popping the can and taking a sip from it.
We just ate in peace, no interruption at all.
“I’m gonna continue writing,” I said, putting the plate in the sink.
I brought my laptop out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch.
Even his couch was soft.
Lucas decided to sit next to me.
“What’s your next work?” he asked.
“I think of a sports romance,” I said. “I never write one anyway.”
“What a coincidence that your boyfriend is also an athlete,” he flexed proudly.
This fucking gremlin.
I constantly abused my laptop’s poor keyboard.
“Want a massage?” he asked, his tone concern. “Your body is so tensed up when typing out your words.”
“Sure,” I said, eyes glued to the screen.
He then gently massaged my arm, slowly easing my muscle stress.
“We need to keep our relationship secret, okay?” I whispered in his ear. “Unless you want both of us to be in the news and gossip sites.”
“Alright,” he whispered back, kissing my earlobe softly.
I typed out some more work.
“I guess this book is really our lives back then, huh,” he said with a chuckle in between.
“Want to show off your hockey skill?” I asked, pinching his cheek gently. “I can go watch you if you want.”
He nodded eagerly and grabbed his car key.
“You want to go now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “My body is all worked up.”
“Sure,” I said, closing my laptop.
We went to the Chusan National Ice Rink once again.
“It’s been a long time since I last came here,” I said, glancing around the renovated rink.
“So, after we parted ways, you didn’t come here at all?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I mean, I didn’t have any business to come here anymore, since you… cut ties with me.”
He nodded.
“Let’s relive those memories again,” he said, his tone eager. “I miss when we were young. I shouldn’t cut ties with you back then.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I said, patting his back. “It’s just both our learning experience. A memorable one.”
“Let’s not have any more of those moments again, yeah?” he said happily. “I just want to be with you and create as less stress as possible. I know your work is tough, Ivan. If you feel tired, you can always come to me. I’ll be the one to give you power for you to do your best. I know you can do it, Ivan. I love you.”
“What a smooth talker,” I teased, patting his shoulder. “But I’ll come to you, of course. Whenever I felt tired, I’ll come find you. Let’s be happy together, yeah?”
He just laughed and removed his sneakers, replacing it with the ice skate’s shoe.
“Be careful,” I teased, letting out a chuckle.
“Of course,” he said happily, stepping onto the ice.
I watched him skated around the ice smoothly and elegantly once again, like how it was fourteen years ago.
“Am I doing good?” he yelled across the rink, swerving around the ice.
“Yes!” I yelled back, cheering him on.
He just laughed and continued to show off his skills.
Lucas wasn’t only able to play ice hockey. But he could also perform a ballet on ice.
Well, he’s multi-talented. That’s all.
Half an hour passed.
“I’m so tired,” he panted. “But at least I’m glad I could perform in front of you.”
“Yeah?” I teased, pulling him into the locker room.
“Why are you in here?” he asked.
“Do you know what happen if there’s only two guy in the locker room?” I teased, lifting my shirt up.
His face turned red in an instant.
“You really want to do it here?” he whispered in my ear, his voice grew huskier than usual.
“Why not?” I asked, slowly licking his sweaty ear.
Fuck, I should’ve known that one man’s sweat is the same as 10,000 bottles of sea salt.
But it’s hot to do so.
“Oh yeah?” he muttered, taking both our clothes off and throwing it across the room.
I pulled him into a rough, messy, and sloppy kiss.
We lied down on the bench. He was on top of me.
“Fuck,” he moaned in between.
I pulled down his boxers, freeing his rock-hard cock from its tight confinement and giving it a few strokes.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice became husky and raspy. “Your hand is so fucking soft, Ivan.”
I pulled my boxers down and
“I haven’t prepped myself yet,” I said with a smirk, resting my legs on his shoulders. “Would you mind doing it for me?”
“Yes,” he said. “Let me stretch you properly.”
I grabbed the lube bottle in my backpack and handed him.
“Why do we need to use that?” he asked, throwing it away. “I got something better than that.”
He got down on me and buried his face in my ass.
“AAH~!” I moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue into the hole.
“Tone it down,” he shushed. “Someone might be outside, you know.”
I let out a muffled moan while he licked my inside clean.
“You taste so fucking good, Ivan,” he groaned, burying his face deeper, his nose poking my perineum.
My eyes rolled back.
“Are you going to cum?” he teased, nibbling my inner thigh while stroking my cock slowly.
“Faster,” I grunted.
He then took my cock inside his mouth and pushed his fingers into my hole.
His actions overstimulated me so much.
“Wanna cum?” he asked while my cock was still in his mouth.
“Nngh~!” I moaned with a cracked voice. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
“Cum for me,” he said, giving my cock a few rough strokes, forcing me to shoot on my stomach.
He then licked my cum and spit them on my hole.
“It’s a really good lube, you know,” he said, pushing his fingers in once again.
Squelch. Squelch.
He pushed his finger in deeper, hitting my prostate, making me moaned out loud.
“Is it the spot?” he asked, pressing the spot again.
“FUCK~!” I moaned out loud.
He kept fingering me hard and fast.
Minutes later, he pulled his fingers out, leaving my hole gape.
“It’s well-stretched now,” he said, grabbing a packet of condom from his duffle bag.
I quickly threw it to the ground.
“Do you want raw?” he asked, staring into me with pure lust. “Hmm, Ivan? You want me to fuck your tight asshole raw, right? Want to feel my cock instead of rubber, right?”
He positioned his cock at the entrance and slammed it into me.
I let out a loud moan as his thick head poked my spot in one go.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly moved his hips. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”
His hips quickened its pace, poking my prostate even more constant.
“K-Kiss~!” I groaned, pulling him into a sloppy kiss while he just fucked my ass hard.
Each thrust felt like a shock wave that electrocuted my brain.
His breathing sound kept growing louder and louder, as well as the infamous skin slapping sound.
“Fuck, you want my dick to snap in half, is it?” he groaned, slapping my thigh. “Relax, will you?”
“I already did!” I yelled back.
He lifted me and pressed me against the wall, my back was flat against the wall.
“HEY! I’M GOING TO FALL!” I screamed.
He didn’t care and thrusted into me even harder.
This position made his cock pushed deeper than before.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum~!” I moaned loudly.
“Me too,” he groaned, grabbing my waist tight and fucking me hard as if I was his sex doll or fleshlight. “Let’s cum together.”
He grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip with his thumb.
It felt too overstimulated.
“Fuck~!” we groaned together and came.
I came on my stomach again, and he came inside me.
Lucas eventually put me down on the bench again, pulling his cock out.
“Fuck, you’re so full of me,” he said, his voice raspy.
“Shut up,” I shot back, my voice hoarse from overusing the vocal cords.
“I wish you can be pregnant with my baby,” he said.
“But you are a star athlete, Lucas,” I interrupted him. “You can’t do that.”
“So what?” he shot back, letting out a laugh. “I would rather quit and be with you.”
“I can’t pregnant anyway,” I said with an innocent smile. “Even if I can, I won’t allow you to just stay at home.”
“Whatever,” he sighed and laughed.
“I love you, Lucas,” I said with a smile.
“I love you too, Ivan,” he said, hugging me tight.
We then had a great dinner after shower and another sleepover.
Destiny could really bring two people over.
Man, I love this.
I love you, Lucas Wilson.
The End.
Ending Note
I’m tired. That’s all I can say. It’s really fun writing this. My hands finally not itch anymore. Woohoo~ I know it’s a shitty ending. But don’t expect too much, it’s a random work. Don’t expect a good quality like the one in print(“I <3 U”) LOL.
I just hope that you enjoyed reading this!
XOXO,
Christina Yoon. (nongzeph_)
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