“ I've wanted it since the day I laid eyes on you.
It doesn't take long for me to take your lips to myself. It feels weird, well, I don't know how to describe it, the only thing I know is that I feel light. Your lips are so soft. I suck on his lower lip with a desire I don't know, as I wrap my hands around his neck, and at the same time I feel his hands play with my hair. The kiss intensifies, and he presses my body between the door, behind me, his hand that was playing with my hair goes down my waist, and... Suddenly I feel someone hitting my shoulder hard.
— Will, wake up! I want to borrow that yellow watch...
I open my eyes with difficulty, I'm not on the recording set. I am in my room. You mean it was all a dream ? I ask and look at my sister, who looks at me without understanding anything.
— What did you dream about? — she asks me with a cynical smile plastered on his lips.
— Nothing, I didn't dream of anything!
Lyn watches me closely.
— If you haven't dreamed of anything, why are you like this? — asks and points down, I see that my body is uncovered, and I realize where it points, my underwear.
— And just a morning erection, no big deal. Shouldn't you be in your room?
She gets up, goes into the closet. I sit on the bed and read the messages on my cell phone. It doesn't take long for you to come out of the closet with the watch.
— If it was a morning erection, why were you moaning? – she asks, and I look at her, I take the pillow and throw it, she runs away and smiling as always.
[...]
“It was just a dream!”
I repeat it as a mantra all the way to the recording set, as well as taking a deep breath. It doesn't make sense, why am I thinking about it? Repeat, Will... He's a guy, and you like girls! I stop at the light and watch the traffic in front of me, and the image of Nate 's mouth comes back to my mind. I hit the direction. What's with me? I already know I need music to forget this nonsense. I connect my cell phone, and the first one that plays is a song that is present on the soundtrack of the series, the lyrics are too beautiful.
Maybe it's because you met me by chance,
Maybe we're together by accident,
Is that it, or maybe you've never experienced this feeling,
And I also didn't know what it was like ....
Humming the chorus I realize the lyrics aren't helping, and I think about him again.
[...]
Recordings continue to go well. Ever since I had that weird dream about Nate , I've avoided being so close to him, when we go out I usually invite someone from the cast, although he's asked me if it's okay to go out alone, and I've declined. I know this isn't the first time this has happened to me, I've been excited for a guy before, but I avoided any contact with him as much as possible. It was when I was in school, it's been a while, and to forget about that madness I started dating a beautiful girl, who was in love with me, and soon after that that enthusiasm passed, although I suffered a little because I was attracted to her. by a boy. Thinking about it, maybe dating a girl is a good option, but if I start dating someone now I'll have problems with the network, after all BL actors can't date when they're under a current contract. The fujoshi
needs to be fueled by a possible romance between the actors, at least that's what I hear in this niche. Even if I think it's wrong, it won't change overnight.It 's been a few weeks since I went out alone with Nate , I've even avoided giving him a ride, however, that hasn't helped, I keep thinking about him, and the dream. The worst thing is that the recordings of episode 5 are very close, and that's exactly what has also been tormenting me, the script I received describes several scenes, including a kiss at the end of the episode. Walk to the parking lot , get out before everyone else. As I approach the car, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and try not to show my discomfort, but I don't think it works out too well.
— Wow, you seem annoyed with me! — Nate says as he watches me closely. — Will, if I've done something to you, please be honest and say it!
I want to laugh and cry at the same time. So he's asking me that? I'd like to see his face if I said I avoided him, because I had a very different dream about him, and I still woke up stiff. What would his reaction be?
— No need to worry, you didn't do anything to me… — Is it just me, and my desire to kiss you in a dream, or in reality? Will, please, you're in front of him!
— I thought I said something you didn't like, I feel like you're distant, you seem to want to avoid my presence, and… — I want Nate .
— I'm not avoiding you, I'm just a little too tired! — I think I need to go now...
— Wait! How about we have dinner tomorrow at my place?
— At your house?
I avoided him for a long time, and he invites me to his house for dinner… What do I do?
— Yeah... In my house! My mom wants to meet you, and...
— Does your mother want to meet me? Why?
— Because I always tell her about you, and she said it's about time I met my boyfriend! — says, and smiles in a very mischievous way, while I almost feel sick.
— What?
— I'm sorry, that's what she calls you... At first, I didn't really like it when she said 'Where's your boyfriend?', but now I think it's amusing. — I hear that, and I feel happy to be leaning against my car, without it here I would have fallen backwards.
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WillHis arms squeeze me even tighter, I wrap mine around his neck, while my tongue meets his. All these days without any contact have made me sad and moody. His hands begin a pleasant play on my back, moving up and down my back, caressing me and making me want to surrender to the moment even more. Our kiss is hungry. I want to devour his mouth, and he wants the same, and his body gently pushes mine somewhere, until I feel the wall behind me. My body is pressed together in a way that I know where we will be in a few minutes, especially if we keep kissing like this, we will both be hard.I stop the kiss, and push him away slightly, because Nate doesn't want to let go. I meet his confused gaze.— What is it, love? Don't you want to?— Of course I want to!— So, what is the problem?— Where will we do it? On the ground?— Of course not!— Another thing, whose house is this? Relax... This room has nothing, but the one next door has a great bed, an amazing bathroom with a tu
WillLyn's screams startle me, I look toward the house, and it is still dark. I hurry my steps and arrive in front of the door. My hand touches the doorknob, I turn it, and it opens. I enter the house. I turn on the flashlight on my cell phone, look around hoping to find a light switch, and to my surprise I find one near the door, I touch it and the light goes on. I call out to my sister, but get no answer from her, my heart squeezes, and a slight chill passes through my stomach. I look around me, at what seems to be a small entrance hall. There is a large staircase with golden handrails, and in front of me a wide, glazed door. I open it, and once again look for a switch. When I finally manage to find it, along with the glow of the lamp comes the surprise, the room appears to be a living room. Its white walls, a large chandelier in the center of the room, but there is not a single piece of furniture in the entire space. I begin to think that my sister might be fooling me, or wors
WillThe days have dragged on, and I still haven't spoken to Nate. Today, Valentine's Day, we could be somewhere enjoying our company, but my boyfriend will be pretending to be a couple with an actress, to promote a series that has no audience. I may be being selfish, I know that, but I would never submit to this for the sake of work, I feel extremely frustrated. My mind feels like it is going to explode from thinking about it all the time. I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks.— What did you come here for?— Dinner!— It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate!— I will eat, don't worry!— Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live?— No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to
WillIf there is one thing I understand in our profession, it is the advertising that is done to promote a series, but I don't like this new job of Nate's because of our manager's insistence on something that didn't work out. Sometimes it crosses my mind that somehow he doesn't accept our relationship, and that's why he insists so much that we can't be seen together. I know that all this could be just jealousy on my part, something I try not to develop, especially in relation to work, but lately it has become unavoidable, and I don't like to see my boyfriend with Lily.Hearing him say about faking a dating that doesn't exist makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to say, I just watch as he hangs up the phone and looks at me waiting for something.— Did you hear it? — he asks and I just shake my head. I get up, walk to the closet, grab some clothes, put them on, and go back to the bedroom. — Can we talk?— Talk? What for?— Will, do you understand that I can't do a
EpilogueWill— Didn't you do it because you didn't mean it? You don't even watch the Lakorn to support me, you don't comment on your social networks, you're not helping me engage!— Nate, what do you want me to do? The story is bad, it's toxic, nobody wants to watch it, and besides, Lily is not a good actress, and the couple you make in this series is horrible, with no chemistry!— Wow, how supportive my boyfriend is!— It's true, and I told you not to embark on this idea, but you didn't listen and thought it would be a success!— Is it the truth, or are you just dying of jealousy?— Me? Jealous of you? Stop being cocky, Nate!— You are jealous, yes!— I am not jealous, and I warned you about this project, but you insisted because you listened to our manager.— I know, but it would be a great opportunity to be in prime time on broadcast TV, and...— We got more audience when we acted in Fake D8, it was not in prime time, and...— What do you mean, Will?— I mean that w
EpilogueWillI didn't know how to cry, that is, I was raised thinking that I couldn't shed a tear, and that it was synonymous with weakness for a man. However, I created so many uncertainties about my life, and I hid myself inside a tight closet, pretending to be someone I wasn't, to quiet my parents' hearts, and with that I lived stuck without being able to do what I really wanted to do, to be the real Will. The one who wanted to act, dance, cry, and love a man.Almost three years ago I met a guy who helped me to change this story. I confess that it was not easy at all, and in the beginning I thought he was an arrogant, intimidating guy who had an image of a sexy straight boy who is always going out with thousands of girls, at least that's what I believed, however, the sexy straight boy fell in love with the real Will, the one who before couldn't cry. The two started to find out who they really were, what they felt for each other, and this feeling became intense for both of them.