Drake blinked, startled by the sudden force with which Miguel snatched the album from his hands.He sat there, still as stone, unsure of what he’d done wrong. The air, thick with the scent of rain and warm steam from Miguel’s shower, now felt sharp, and awkward. Miguel didn’t look at him as he crossed the room, not saying a word. He walked to the low shelf where the album had originally rested and made to return it, fingers trembling just slightly.Drake swallowed. “I-I didn’t mean to snoop... I was just looking.”But there was still this overwhelming silence that enveloped them..Miguel’s bare back faced him, shoulders tense. The sound of rain tapping on the wide glass windows filled the space between them was persistent, yet somehow still not loud enough to drown the discomfort hanging in the room.“I said I’m sorry,” Drake repeated, more quietly.Miguel’s hand lingered on the spine of the album. His voice didn’t come out yet. Just a subtle rise and fall of his chest as though he w
Miguel took his lip slowly off Drake's, then started with trailing soft kisses from his lips down to his cheek bone, to his jaw line and then he let his lips rest on his neck cape. Meanwhile, Drake's eyes were still shut,mouth slightly open,letting the wave of pleasure from Miguel eating deeply into his neck, overwhelm him.Miguel kissed, sucked and bit on any flesh his tongue could reach on Drake's neck and when Drake couldn't contain his pleasure, he let his right hand held onto Miguel's hair, burying his entire face in his neck. His left hand sliding down to meet Miguel's slightly erected boner. His hand made a contact with it, and when he got no resistance from Miguel, he caressed it. Gently at first, then it followed a fast-slow rhythm that caused a groan escape Miguel's lip. Then he grabbed Drake's lips for another round of deep kissing.Drake unbuckled the trouser slowly, undid the trouser button….then there came a soft knock, echoing against the dressing room door.Miguel fr
Miguel leaned closer, the corner of his lips curled upward as he teased, “You know, you get this strange look on your face every time you see me talking to a girl. Like you’re about to start a fight. Why?”His voice was light, but something in his eyes was watchful and teasing.Drake scoffed, a nervous breath escaping him as he looked away.“I’m not jealous. And will never be over a girl,” he said flatly, though his voice came out softer than intended. “Especially not with you. And to answer your question, we ain't a couple,”Miguel’s smile lingered , smug, but curious.Drake crossed his arms, as if the gesture would shield him from the heat climbing up his neck. He was already regretting engaging. “You’re just too forward, and you’re stubborn. I bet your parents had a hard time raising you.”It was meant to be a jab, or a deflection. Something to steer the conversation away from that uncomfortable gaze Miguel kept holding him in.But as soon as the words left his mouth, something sh
Relief settled into Drake’s shoulders like a warm breeze brushing off the edge of a storm. At least he wasn’t in trouble.His eyes darted around the classroom, noticing how some students began whispering again, others throwing him glances that ranged from curiosity to quiet disdain.But then, The voice, smooth, and firm. Right beside Steve asked.“You’re Drake, aren’t you?”Drake blinked. His throat tightened.“Yes, sir,” he answered carefully, his voice barely above a whisper.The man gave a curt nod, eyes scanning Drake’s face as if confirming something. Then he stepped forward without another word, walking directly to where Drake stood near the middle of the room.A new round murmurs broke out from the seats nearby.“Why’s he coming here?”“What does he want with Drake?”Drake stood still, too stunned to move. His fingers clenched at his sides. His shoes suddenly felt too tight.The man didn’t pause. He stopped just in front of him, then gently gestured with his hand, two fingers
Xander's brows furrowed as he was stunned by Miguel's response, arms crossed lazily, but eyes narrowing. He looked at Drake first, who was still kneeling, his head tilted down, shoulders trembling faintly like he was trying to contain a laughter.Then his gaze shifted to Miguel.Something was… off.Miguel wasn’t acting like Miguel. His usual confident air had cracked. It was replaced by a subtle stiffness in his limbs, like he didn’t know what to do with his own hands. His eyes darted around too quickly, and he cleared his throat twice in a row before reaching for a glass of untouched water that wasn’t even his.And then, there was silence. A weighty one.Xander blinked once, and slowly.He looked at Miguel. Then Drake.Back to Miguel.He tilted his head slightly. “I just wanted to take a call..and you slipped back in. What's up?”No one answered. Drake bit into his bottom lip, clearly fighting back his laughter. He couldn't believe the almighty Miguel was this soft to tell a sily li
Drake's breath hitched, his feet and palm suddenly turning cold as his heart skipped countless beats. But before he could reply, Miguel's lips clashed into his, sucking subtly on his lower lip. His lips were soft, like they would pull off if he sucked harder into them.It was his first time doing this with a guy, but he swore…it wasn't bad after all. Drake gasped in shock, and Miguel, using this opportunity, rolled his tongue into Drake's mouth. He rolled his tongue against Drake's, then took it in for a gentle sucking. Drake who was still, thinking he was dreaming, quickly pulled out of the kiss.He was dreaming, right?Just then, Miguel grabbed him by his collar, pulling him back to his body for another sensational kiss.Drake's body melted instantly when he returned the kiss. He felt pleasure and ecstasy run through his entire body. Their tongues clashed again, this time, it was like they fought for dominance. Miguel pulled him closer to his body by grabbing his waist, Drake lost