Belac?

Belac?
Maverick sat on the bed, his eyes anxiously looking at the door, expecting his mafias.

His memories about the bar had returned. Not only had he lied to Lanky about his leave, but they also caught him in bed with another man.

“This is the end. They will sack me. My mission will be canceled!” Maverick's thoughts were disorganized. But he wasn't scared because of his failing mission. His fears were about losing the two men whom he was getting emotionally attached to.

The doctor attending to him had left after giving him some drugs. He rarely falls sick. But seeing so much blood had frightened him, and he lost control.

His phone rang, it was a message from Caleb. This was his new phone. He wasn't sure how Caleb had gotten his number, but the message was sent under an alias.

Hi, Birdie High. This is your coursemate, Belac. It's been a while. How are you doing? Can we meet?

Maverick was about to reply, when his phone was suddenly dragged away from him.

Lanky's eyes sharply read the message, and he squinted his gaze.

“I thought you had stopped schooling. Why is your coursemate still texting you?” Lanky asked, his eyes watching Maverick suspiciously.

Ashley stood at the back, and although he didn't say anything, he also looked suspicious.

Maverick felt trapped, and he knew he had to say something convincing.

“Belac is different…he was my crush. No, I mean my ex…” Maverick stuttered, his eyes checking to see if his words convinced the men.

“Your ex?” Ashley looked surprised. “You're still in contact with him?”

Maverick nodded. “Yes, we broke up on good terms. Also, we didn't really date or anything…we just pecked once,” he stammered.

Ashley and Lanky weren't expecting this information, and they looked at each other, their eyes filled with all sorts of questions.

“Birdie, are you a virgin?” Lanky finally asked.

It was the question he and Ashley had been dying to know.

Maverick's eyes dropped. He bit his lower lip, feeling embarrassed.

“N-no, I mean, I haven't had sex before. But…but I am experienced. I have watched a lot of p-porn. I know how to pleasure my partners,” he stammered, and as soon as those words left his lips, he wished he had just kept quiet.

Ashley nodded slowly, lost for words. While Lanky didn't even know how to react. They weren't surprised that he was a virgin. But they found his explanation and reaction very cute.

Maverick looked away. “I am a fast learner, guys. No need to worry,” he whispered.

Ashley wanted to laugh. His ears were red. But seeing how flustered Maverick was, he held his laughter and turned to face the other side.

Lanky picked up the bowl of soup. Eager to clear the awkward atmosphere.

“I will feed you,” Lanky said and sat down beside Maverick.

Maverick looked confused, and he furrowed his brows. Looking at the bowl suspiciously.

“I wouldn't poison you. You're too cute,” Lanky said dryly.

Maverick's cheeks turned red, and he puckered his mouth.

The two handsome men stood beside the bed, and the atmosphere felt lighter.

Lanky tasted the soup. Then he scooped a large size and stretched it to Maverick.

“Open your mouth wide. Like you want to suck something ‘really’ big,” Lanky said, emphasizing the ‘big’.

At this point, Ashley couldn't hold it in any longer, and he burst into laughter. Lanky joined him, and they both laughed at the embarrassed Maverick.

“He’s so cute!” Ashley managed between laughs, wiping the corner of his eyes as he tried to regain composure.

Maverick sank deeper into the bed, his face burning with embarrassment. “Stop laughing…” he muttered under his breath, avoiding their gazes.

Lanky smirked but didn’t press further. He adjusted the spoon and brought it closer again, this time without any teasing.

“Just eat,” he said, his tone calmer.

Maverick hesitated for a second before finally opening his mouth, taking the spoonful. The warmth of the soup spread through him instantly, easing the tightness in his chest.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

Ashley leaned against the nearby table, arms folded, watching the two of them quietly. The earlier tension in the room had faded, replaced by something softer…something almost domestic.

“Slow down,” Lanky said when Maverick tried to take the next spoon too quickly. “It’s still hot.”

Maverick nodded, more obedient now. His earlier panic had vanished.

Another spoonful. Then another.

“You really got scared over that?” Lanky asked after a while. His voice was surprisingly gentle.

Maverick’s fingers tightened slightly around the duvet. “…There was too much blood,” he admitted quietly. “I didn’t expect it.”

Ashley’s gaze flickered briefly to his bandaged hand, then back to Maverick.

“It’s nothing serious,” Ashley said gently. “You don’t have to think about it anymore.”

Maverick nodded again, though his eyes still carried traces of unease. He wanted to apologize for lying, but since no one mentioned it, he kept quiet.

Lanky placed the bowl aside after a few more spoons, deciding not to overwhelm him.

“That’s enough for now,” he said.

Maverick blinked, a bit surprised. “I can still eat…”

“You’ll finish it later,” Lanky cut in. “No rush. The doctor said your body needs rest.”

Ashley pushed himself off the table and walked closer, his expression softer than before.

“Get some rest after this,” he said, reaching out to lightly brush Maverick’s hair back. “Your body really needs it.”

Maverick looked up at him, his expression conflicted. He couldn't believe that this was the Mafia gang he was sent to spy on. For a second, it seemed like he wanted to say something… but he held back.

“…Okay,” he replied instead.

Lanky stood up, stretching slightly, his eyes briefly landing on the phone he had taken earlier.

“About this ‘Belac’…” he said casually, though there was a subtle sharpness beneath his tone.

Maverick’s body stiffened almost instantly. Ashley noticed, but didn’t interrupt.

Lanky picked up the phone again, turning it in his hand.

“We’ll go and see him together. I want to know what your ex looks like, just in case,” he added. His eyes jealously ravaged the phone.

Since our relationship seems to be improving. Can I call him by his name? Maverick wondered.

Maverick swallowed quietly and nodded.

“Okay, we'll see him together. M-mr Lanky…?” He paused.

Lanky’s eyes widened in shock. “Don't you dare call me that?!” He growled. His gentle face was replaced with a frown.

Maverick looked confused, but he quickly nodded.

Suddenly, the room's door was pushed open, and Mark entered, along with Polo. Mark's eyes were red and swollen, and he moved closer to Polo.

“Brother…”


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