Chapter 20: Luis' POV

Luis’ POV

“Hey!” I snapped, my voice going a lot higher than I intended.

“What’s the matter?” At least his hand was no longer on my backside, and I could now think with my head and suppress the urge to think with my raging dick.

The stir in my pants was, without a doubt, a reaction to his touch.

Even from the moment I set my eyes on him, I started to wonder what he was doing at a gay party—even when I was in no position to judge.

Up until this moment, a few interactions had led us to the point of wanting to be inside each other.

But I wouldn't let him trample over me and run me over once again after all he said over the call.

“I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Oh really? You must have grown wings, given how you were practically begging me to fuck you hard just yesterday.”

At this moment, I was having a love-hate relationship with my dick that seemed to be voice-activated by Garber.

Every word he said, every way he looked at me, every time our skins touched or we shared eye contact—it had blood rushing to my groin. I hated that I couldn't concentrate.

“Stop moving so close to me. I can't breathe.” I stepped backward even though there was nowhere to go.

“If I take your breath away,” his hand came to my jaw and tilted it up so I could look into those sexy siren eyes, “there’s no need to avoid me. You’ve tested and proven that I’m not that bad.”

I could smell the alcohol in his breath as he leaned in, his way dimming for a kiss, but that wasn't the reason why I swatted his hand away so hard that it jerked him to fall forward.

In fact, it wasn’t because of the anger bubbling inside me either.

Rather, it was because I was scared of how far I might go just to—

“That hurt. I’m in pain.” I noticed the wince on his face, but how could my little swat on his arm cause him pain?

He basically worked out like his life depended on it, and all the sports he played played a major role in buffing him up.

“Stop joking. I don’t have time for it.”

“Then you must really be impatient for my dick.” His hand came to the side of my cheek, jolting my eyes open, and this time I hit him even harder with my arm and then punched his swaying hand with my fist.

“I didn’t know you had the violence kink too, Luis.” He had a smile on his face and didn’t bother to find his balance because now we were face to face, his hand above my head, his eyes looking directly into mine, and I had no other place to look except into his gray ones.

So I shut my eyes.

Tight.

Because I needed to concentrate and even block out his breathing.

And then he decided to invade my senses even more by dropping the softest and wettest kiss on my cheek.

“Stop whatever you’re doing to me, Garber. I was fine before you came into my life, and you clearly stated the boundaries between us this morning.”

“Then why did you hang up on me?” he suddenly asked.

Ridiculous.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? To have nothing to do with the gay nerd? I didn’t deserve to be in your circle, and you didn’t want anyone knowing you’d climbed into my bed either.” I turned and stared hard at him, my blood boiling.

“Well, that’s right.” He straightened up, finally putting some breathable distance between us.

“So please excuse me, and let’s keep on acting like the strangers that we are.”

“I see. Let’s do that if that’s what you want,” he suddenly said as he stepped back.

“What?” I was beyond shocked as I looked at this guy, who always got what he wanted, retreat.

“I need to leave anyway. I had no idea this was a gay club to start with.” He was holding his arm in the spot that I hit, and I suddenly felt guilt possess my whole body.

I didn’t know what to say, but I was about to say something more when he turned around.

No, that wasn’t what I wanted.

“Wait!” I called out.

“Let’s act like the strangers that we are,” he said before turning around the corner, leaving me all alone in this place that he’d dragged me to.

Now I didn’t know what to do or how to even function.

I was lost, both mentally and physically. Why did he turn around and leave me alone?

“Oh fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck this place!” I swore as I punched the wall opposite me.

“Luis?” I heard my name and turned to see Chen, who swayed to my side.

He was fucking drunk.

“Where the fuck have you been? I almost got harassed by some old perverts!” I shouted, deciding to take my anger out on him, because that punch had injured my arm and my knuckles hurt.

So he could have at least shown up before I punched the wall.

“I’m sorry, man. That bastard didn’t show up. Tell me, why did he give me the fucking card then?”

Chen grumbled on about his fake date.

“Even if he came, I don’t think he’d have been happy to see you in this messy state that you’re in,” I said as I draped his hand over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“Taxi.”

We managed to make it out of the building after 10 minutes of trying to find my way.

The wave of fresh air that hit us sobered Chen up for a few seconds. “Let’s go home. I feel so sick,” he mumbled before he started grumbling again.

“Taxi,” I called out again as I noticed a taxi trying to turn around.

“Where to?” the driver asked as soon as we got into the backseat, and I gave him Chen’s address.

“Thank you,” I added after, and he nodded before he started grumbling himself.

“You know, I brought a guy here from the hospital, but he was the rudest customer I have ever had in my life,” he said, and so as to not let my thoughts settle on Garber’s weird actions from before, I decided to join in the conversation.

“From the hospital to a party? They must be really into it,” I added as I tried to imagine getting discharged from the hospital only to take a taxi straight to a gay party.

“He looked like he’d just seen a ghost before he got in and was so rude. Can you imagine? He forgot his phone and I helped him, but guess what he said?”

“What?”

“Guess.”

This taxi driver kept talking about this rude customer until we got to Chen’s house.

“Here’s your change, responsible boy. Make sure you remain a good gentleman like this and don’t be rude to other taxi drivers like some people.” He handed me the change while I struggled to drag sleepy Chen out of his taxi.

“Yes, sure. Thank you,” I said.

“Bye. I’ll close for the night. Looks like it’s going to rain really heavily,” he said, and I nodded while making a mental calculation for the rest of my movement this night.

“Knock knock,” Chen, who had slightly woken up beside me, said groggily as I knocked on the door a second time.

“Where’s your key?” I asked him when we got no response again.

“Don’t worry, my sister is at home,” he said while patting his side pocket of his Catholic pants.

I sighed with frustration and kept looking up at the dark night clouds.

I needed to beat the rain and get home before it started falling.

“Knock knock,” I knocked again and finally heard footsteps from the inside.

“Didn’t you say you’d be spending the night? I already made plans to masturbate the night away, and now you rascal has come home to ruin my plans,” it was Chen’s sister’s voice coming from inside as she unlocked the door.

“Oh Lisa, don’t be mean to me. Get a boyfriend,” he complained as we stumbled inside the house.

“Oh? Did you come with a man? For me or you?”

“Oh no, I’m Luis, his best friend from school,” I quickly introduced myself as I tried to find a place to let Chen off my shoulder, which had started to ache.