They are in the living room now. Devan stares in disbelief at every corner of the room that looks neat, not according to his expectations.
"You can sleep in my room," the man said pointing to the brown door.
"You?"
"I could be anywhere," said Mike, reclining on the couch. His hands are now busy playing with the cellphone, which Devan knows is the latest expensive cellphone. "He seems like a rich man, at this rate I won't hesitate to lower myself a little to the man," Devan thought. Yes, just because of the urgency he tolerated his attitude a little.
"Why is that?"
"Just want to. Do you want me to sleep with you?" Mike asked, turning his gaze to Devan. His eyes flickered with a mocking smile, making the teenager embarrassed for a moment.
"I'm the one on the sofa, I don't want to bother you anymore."
"Do you want to argue until morning?"
Devan's eyes could not be compromised. Although his body felt crushed, his droopy eyes could not close at all. His body can't stay still facing right, left, prone, or lying down doesn't make him feel comfortable. Devan was thinking, why in the arms of this strange man can make him sleep comfortably? The thought of it made Devan's face instantly heat up.
Devan's gaze is now circulating towards a room that is quite spacious with dark paint that adds to the gloomy impression. His memories revolved around the treatment of a foreign man who made an imprint on his heart and mind. Devan doesn't know why his heart is beating fast, even though it's not the first time but is it possible for a stranger to easily shake his heart?
"Don't make this difficult Devan! Forget it, everything will end the same, only you will be hurt," he remembered himself. Devan realized this feeling was familiar. Just like the first love that would ruin his peace. Devan's heart is indeed very fragile towards people who care about him. Undeniably, the foreign man looks so cool and has great potential to disturb him. And now Devan was much more confused, what was his intention to be here for? Because surrender has no purpose or is this the end? Getting involved with a stranger?
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"You can't sleep?" asked the beautiful woman who was on the screen of the smartphone to Mike.
"Hemm… I need a hug," Mike replied with a big smile. His right hand moved to support the back of his head to reveal the biceps that seemed to fit Mike's body very well.
"You want me to meet you," asked the woman who contacted him with a seductive smile.
To be honest, she was quite beautiful, especially in a costume that showed cleavage that looked so seductive that it made Mike's hands itch to squeeze it. But one thing that made him confused was, did he know that woman?
As far as he remembers he never shared his cell phone number with any woman. And there's only one possibility, she stole his cell phone number when they had sex!
"Sure... Uh, no! I mean, I won't even sleep when I'm next to a beautiful woman like you."
Mike thought, what if the woman met him and they would make noise by making sighs and screams that disturbed his new acquaintance? Mike was sane enough not to contaminate an innocent boy with his lecherous actions. And to step out, Mike felt so lazy.
"Why is your seduction skill increasing every day?"
"I'm not flirting."
"You bastard. But don't be like that with other women, okay"
"What do mean?"
Mike was getting fed up now. He doesn't like women who talk privately. He's an instant man, doesn't like to talk much, and wastes time flirting with each other, just being able to balance his lust is good.
"Ah, forget it! By the way, you didn't go to the bar today? You know, a lot of bitches are looking for you, are you happy?"
"Hahaha… No one can resist my charms," Mike replied with a flat smile.
"Ekhem…!"
The cracking voice made Mike turn his gaze to the boy who was still in a shabby t-shirt and jeans wrapped around his tiny legs.
"Next time we connect, I suddenly feel sleepy."
After ending the video call, Mike now switches completely to the boy. Sitting down and throwing the phone in any direction, Mike didn't care about his expensive phone anymore. Even if it broke, he still had some spare change to buy a better one. Mike is a rich man, Remember!
"Why? Do you need anything?" Mike asked with a smile as the boy seemed to squeeze his hands together. Mike is thinking now, does he look that scary?
"My throat suddenly hurts, I want to drink. Where's the kitchen?"
"Wait a minute, I'll make hot chocolate for you."
Mike's massive body finally rose to his feet and headed for the almost unused kitchen. He felt sorry for the little body that seemed not feeling well. His voice sounded hoarse, it must be because of the night air that made him like this. Even though Mike looks depraved like this, he still has the heart to accommodate the poor boy.
"I don't have any groceries, are you hungry? I can order you if you want," Mike offered walking to the balcony after two cups of hot chocolate were served.
Giving the cup in his right hand, Mike followed the little man who was already standing on his balcony. "What's with him, didn't he look so cold a second ago? Then why is he looking for the wind again?" Mike looked fixedly at the teenager. A distant gaze and Mike doesn't want to interfere.
They looked up at the night sky with a sprinkling of rarely-seen stars. Sipping slowly the warm chocolate that slowly warms the body amid the wind that attacks him. Devan smiled, this atmosphere somehow made his sadness subside a little.
"I'm Devan."
"Uh?"
"We haven't met, my name is Devan."
They faced each other with Devan's hand reaching toward Mike.
'"Oh… I'm Mike, age 25, not old enough to be called uncle," Mike joked which suddenly made Devan burst out laughing. Devan remembers now, so the grown man in front of him was offended by his nickname earlier?
"Hahaha… but I'm 17 now.''
"Ah, ya… you're still a kid after all."
Their hands still entangled with each other, neither of them intending to let go. A sense of comfort surrounds both. Mike's big hands were in stark contrast to Devan's, which completely covered the fingers of his tiny hands. Comfortable, maybe those words are suitable to describe two lonely bodies. They seem to have found each other with the same fate. If it's close, no problem right?!
"Tomorrow morning I'll go."
Mike's grip suddenly loosened and finally let go. Mike took another sip of his drink when his throat suddenly tightened.
"Why?" Mike asked quietly. The deep voice sounded so sexy in Devan's ears. Immediately, jealousy rose within him. Devan was sure he had passed the phase of being a full man, but why didn't his voice turn heavy at all? And, what's the problem with the 'why' question anyway? How could Devan even think if he had a little gap to be given mercy?
"You know… I feel you are not free, I mean about the woman you contacted a while ago."
Mike's gaze is now completely turned towards Devan until they meet their eyes for the second time. One eyebrow raised which made Devan suddenly nervous to break the contact. Taking a sip of chocolate that was already cold could at least calm his heartbeat which was suddenly beating fast.
"So, you feel uncomfortable thinking about that?"
Mike was relieved now, so it wasn't because of him that made the boy named Devan uncomfortable. It's just a guess, right?
"No… I mean, yeah… you know, like I'm intruding on your privacy."
"No problem, you can occupy this place however you want. Besides, I rarely sleep at home."
Mike gently ruffled Devan's hair, which was like his image, feeling very smooth. Mike seems to want to put the little boy in his closest position, brother maybe?
"Thank you."
Devan looked down embarrassed because of Mike's small treatment. And as he had suspected, he could only sleep when the sun had even begun to greet him. Devan is afraid of good men, he falls in love easily.