Chapter 44 44: Sofa Fight
"You should really give Baby a break, Saint. Fighting him in the middle of the night, that's just a whole new level," Cam glared at Saint, standing beside Baby in a protective stance.
Baby sat quietly, still reeling from the rush of adrenaline from Saint's touch and lips.
'God... that man knows how to kiss!' A voice moaned in his head.
Baby stiffened on his seat, heat creeping up his
Saint was standing now, ignoring the pain on his side.
He faced Cam, unsmiling.
"What are you doing here?" Saint asked, subtly adjusting his pants to hide his bulge.
He was glad his pants were loose, if not, Cam would have realised just what kind of fight they were engaged in.
"What am I doing here? Haven't you gotten used to my sudden appearance? Get used to it—"
"We need the key back," Saint stated, glancing over at Baby, who had his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously chewing it.
He fought a smirk from appearing on his lips; Baby was never nervous, but it looked like he had succeeded in making the proud, confident Baby feel anything but.
"We? Who are we? Baby, what is he talking about?" Cam questioned, "Is this what you two agreed on –"
"There's no us, Cam," Baby suddenly interrupted, sighing.
He stood, dragging his hand over his face. It was a good thing that Cam had interrupted them, if not, he would have made a grievous mistake, one that would taint him for life.
"You can have the key, come and go whenever you want –"
"Really?" Saint asked slowly, staring at Baby with deep, meaningful eyes.
Baby shrugged, "Why not?" But his eyes never met Saint's.
He couldn't bring himself to look at Saint again, not after what they had done, and what they almost did. He would never stare into those steel-grey eyes without feeling his skin burn.
"Whatever you say, then," Saint replied and walked away, entering the kitchen.
Baby sighed, shoving his fingers into his hair and groaning, "Fuck," he muttered.
Cam got closer, peering at Baby's face, "Why were you fighting on the sofa? Did he say something to you again?" He questioned, concerned.
Baby shook his head, not knowing how to answer such a question without stuttering or spewing out the truth to his best friend.
He couldn't let the truth out, not even because of THC, but he was embarrassed, his reputation was on the line, and he wasn't sure if Cam would remain friends with a man who wanted another man.
"It's complicated," Baby murmured.
"Is it?" Saint asked, walking out with a bottle of water in his hand.
He paused beside Baby, his grey eyes locked on Baby's lowered face, "I see nothing complicated about it, Baby. It's as simple as it is— goodnight, Danvers." Saint clenched his jaws and quietly strode into his room, shutting his door to give his friends some privacy.
"Alright, Baby, I've been trying not to be pushy about it, but this?" He paused and pointed between Baby and Saint's door, "This is different. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure this isn't your regular fight with Saint. What is going on? What are you hiding from me, Baby?" Cam asked, looking worried, looking scared.
Baby froze, his heart slowing as his pulse reduced in his ear.
Fear.
This was exactly what he feared: people sensing the change between Saint and himself.
If Cam had noticed it even when nothing had really happened between them, if something happened, everyone was going to know, and that would be the end of his career and reputation.
His parent would finally see a reason to officially disown him, it wasn't like they hadn't already done it indirectly.
"You walk into my house at this ungodly hour just to question me? Maybe Saint is right, I should take my key from you –"
"What? Since when do you have a problem with the time I show up at your place? Since when did you start to side with Saint? And, you have never thought of taking your key back, but, you just did, and I'll tell you, Baby, I'm hurt." Cam spoke calmly, his eyes searching Baby's unreadable face.
"I'll return your key if that's what you and your housemate really want. Here," he pulled a single key from his pocket and threw it on the table, "I was just trying to understand what is going on with your life, Baby. That's what best friends do. But I get it, boundaries, right?" He nodded to himself, slowly stepping away from Baby.
"Goodnight, Baby," Cam said and slowly turned away, walking toward the door.
He reached the door and paused, standing there for a second, then he finally opened the door and left.
"Fuck," Baby groaned angrily, kicking the side of the sofa, "I'm sorry, Cam. There are some things I'd take to my grave." He murmured to himself, falling onto the sofa and covering his face with his hands.
Tonight would never happen again.
Enough with the stupid feelings, even if he should fancy a man— Why Saint Kross?
Why a man who would make his parents believe he was never going to do anything that favoured them.
Why his rival?
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Young, sweaty men trooped into the locker room, heading for the bathrooms.
It was a Saturday and the game was hard. They had a competition with Saint's former college, Eastvale Academy, and with two skilled captains, the win was easy for Westbridge High.
Everyone was rushing to quickly shower and go home, go to a spa, or do any fun thing people do on Saturdays.
It's been four days since Saint and Baby almost committed a sin, and the next morning, Baby was nowhere to be found.
Saint only saw him during morning practice and Baby made sure to be in different teams where he could avoid Saint as much as he could.
Saint on the other hand, was going crazy.
He had barely survived Baby's silent treatment days ago, and now, Baby thought it was wise to completely take away his presence.
He didn't even see Baby in class or with Cam.
But that morning, Saint had had enough.
He was going to speak to Baby, whether he liked it, or not.