His smile was contagious, and it made me smile with him, “I hope the surprise is worth my time?” I arched a brow at him.
It was supposed to be playful. However, the way he said it with conviction made me smile.
It was as if he were trying to prove something.
“Of course it is.” He said it with a serious face.
The expression on his face left no room for arguments.
“You don't have to sound that serious,” I playfully nudged him on his side.
“I'm always serious whenever you are concerned, baby boy.” He lightly pinched my cheeks.
“Don't call me baby boy, I'm a grown-up!"
“Nonetheless, you will always be my baby boy.”
We strode into his room together. Gun has his hand around my shoulder.
It hurts to be this close to him without touching him the way I would have liked to.
I know he has his hands around me, and all that. However, I would have loved to circle my hand around his waist, and deeply inhale his scent.
“Stay here,” he commanded before he walked towards his bathroom.
I glance around the place before I opted to sit on his desk, as his bed is a no, no for me.
The bed is like a forbidden area to me. It's a no-no for me.
I sat down and turned my attention to the bathroom Gun disappeared into.
What kind of surprise would be hidden in the bathroom?
Could it be that he bought a new sponge for me?
But why will he do that?
It's not as if I don't have a sponge, already.
He came out minutes later with a wrapped package. The size of the bed made me know it's not a sponge like I feared it might be.
I giddily stared at it.
Even if we are not together, I'm glad he still thinks of me even when I'm not there with him.
“Here you go, can't boy. This is your surprise package!" He walked towards me and placed the package on my thighs.
“What could this be?” I tore at the wrappings, desperate to know what he bought for me and oh my God, I raised the skimpiest shorts I’ve ever seen and a too short cut off.
The pair looks identical to the one I saw on the net. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he bought it from the same shop I saw it in.
It was embarrassing to be looking at such things with my brother in front of me.
My cheeks turned red as I turned the shorts.
“What’s this?”
He glanced down in embarrassment,“ I overheard you telling Jane how much you will love to have this exact pair from the same shop and I thought why not buy it for you since the shop happens to be in the city I went to for a seminar. Don’t you like it?
If you don’t, I will just_”
I stood up and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug, “thank you very much, Tata. I appreciate it."
I frowned, recalling his earlier words.
“Did you buy it yourself, or did you task a lady with it?” I love this short, but if it turns out he enlisted the help of a female to help him out in buying this for me, then it wouldn’t hurt if they accidentally fall into a blue dye or paint.
The shorts he bought for me were a bit feminine. It's not something a manly man like my brother will be caught dead buying.
His cheeks pinked in embarrassment “I walked into the store and bought them," he glanced down at his shoes.
My brother tends to be nervous whenever he’s with me, but with others, he acts like they were the cause of his awful misfortune, not that he has any.
“You don’t mean it!”
He’s pulling my legs, I can tell.
“Why should I lie? I wasn’t comfortable asking another person to buy stuff for my cute baby boy.
That’s why I had to do it myself; otherwise, I won’t hear the end of it if you get to discover it was bought by an unknown person.
I won’t lie, the embarrassment I felt that day, I haven’t experienced all my life.
One particular woman was looking at me with a knowing glint in her eyes, another two came up to me as I was cashing out and said they understand.
That was when I knew what they were thinking of me earlier, they thought I am gay.' He burst out in laughter and I joined him.
My brother isn’t homophobic or anything, it’s just funny a straight guy is referred to as one.
However, I felt this pang deep within me.
My brother doesn't raise a brow whenever I wear feminine stuff. However, I don't know how he will react when he gets to learn that I'm gay.
He might not take that as well as he might take it if others confess to him.
“When I confessed it was my baby brother, they gave me a look of pity
'guess he isn’t officially out, a poor kid having to hide his sexuality, darling you don’t have to pretend with us'
I rushed out of there without replying my cheeks hot in embarrassment.”
“That's what suits you.” I laugh out loud.
Despite the pang I feel deep within my soul, I had to laugh to cover it up.
And I laughed without stopping.
My stomach was paining me a bit from how loudly I'm laughing.
“You're mean.” He playfully pouts as he shoved me. “You're one mean baby brother of mine.”
“Is it now that you know?” Sticking my tongue out at him, I hastily rose from the chair and raced towards the door.
I know I'm no match to my brother when it comes to stuff like this.
Yet, I had to run.
“Gotcha!” He expertly circled his hands around my waist. “You think you can outrun your brother?”
“Let me go!" I chuckled as I playfully tried to remove his hands from my body.