"Who the fuck open the curtains'' Malik groaned mentally as he slowly opened his eyes. 'Maeve?' he called, his voiced sounded hoarse but he was more concerned about the splitting headache. He looked at the opened window and decided to close the curtain but he couldn't find any ounce of strength to move a limb. That's when discovered that he wasn't in his room, the room looked more expensively furnished than his own and also someone was lying beside him!
He couldn't see the person's face due to the person was facing their back to him. He stop for some time to admire their skin, it was pale and it glistened under the morning sun along with his blond hair that looked almost golden because of the sun. Malik tried to remember how he got there but was responded with a more splitting headache and his guilt increased, "you worthless creature" he mentally cussed himself as he drifted back to sleep since he couldn't keep his eyes opened for another minute.
The second time he woke up, the headache was more tolerable. Judging by the brightness of the room, one could say it was mid-afternoon.
'You're awake' a blonde figure in a bathrobe said facing his back to him, they had a lean figure but still healthy.
'Hm' he responded
The figure faced him and started walking towards the bed with a glass of water and pills in his hands. He handed them to the billionaire who gave him a judging look, you can't trust strangers and it worsened when you're a billionaire but for some reasons he trusted him. The Blondie raised an eyebrow at him and gestured for him to take them.
'It would ease up the headache' the person said. The voice neither sounded manly or girlish it was just…a good voice. He took the pills and felt someone relieve then he decided to ask the question that has been bothering him since he woke up the previous time.
'Are you a male or a female' he can't seem to tell what gender they were and didn't want to offend them by calling them the wrong gender.
The person in question was sitting down on the edge of the bed with their legs crossed, slightly revealing their slim legs that lacked visible muscles. The person frowned then smiled, they stood from the bed and went to the table across the bed and poured them a glass of wine, took a sip before answering.
'If it were to be sixteen years ago, I would have been angry at your remark but I've got to accept that my looks confuse people, I'm a guy, doesn't matter what the face says, I'm a guy beneath'
"No filtering" Malik thought.
'Did I…make any mistake yesterday' Malik asked embarrassed and guilt. The feminine guy smiled and took a sip from his wine causing the billionaire to be slightly confused. 'So you are Dore?' he decided to take another approach and the feminine guy raised an eyebrow. 'I heard your name back at the bar' Malik added so as not to seem like a jerk he felt already was.
'It's Theodore' the feminine guy said as he put his glass down and walk back to the bed, 'I would respect it you don't call me that' he leaned closer to the billionaire's face, 'I got to say you're hot but it's a shame we won't be meeting again' the feminine man said and tapped the tip of the billionaire nose with his index finger.
"I doubt that" the billionaire thought.
With that Theodore stood up from the bed and went into the walk-in closet. 'I've asked my attendance to bring you a new suit, I hope you wear Dior' Theodore said from the closet.
'What about my suit' Malik asked, raising the blanket only to find himself in his brief, at least he wasn't naked but he wasn't too shameless to get out of bed like that.
'I threw them out, it was a mess'
'Are you sure I didn't make any drunken mistakes?'
'No, we are good' Theodore answered, remembering last night occurrence.
Malik had called his name in the bar, it was more of a question than a statement and he looked at him as if he had seen a ghost and came closer to him. He touched his cheek, he didn't know why but that touch seemed familiar but he couldn't recognize why. The billionaire had leaned closer and he thought he was going to get kissed, he could have pulled back since he no longer make out with strangers but for some unknown reason he stood still even when his mind was screaming danger.
Burgh!!$*
Instead the man threw up on him before passing out on his shoulder. His brand new jacket and the stranger's suit was a mess but no worries he wasn't planning on it wearing again.
'I would have loved to spend more time with you but I got to go' Theodore said, now in a Dior business suit. He was about to leave the room before the billionaire question stopped him.
'Where am I?'
'Ford hotel, eleventh floor' the feminine man winked and left Malik to himself who fell back on the bed and groaned into the sheets.
"You miserable piece of shit!'' he cussed himself.
At Big Spark,
'Nice night, huh?' Maeve teased her best friend as he enters his office in the afternoon which was unlike the workaholic Malik Kent she has known in years.
'Not funny' he refuted
'It's not funny but it's hot' Maeve said setting his crooked tie.
'It would have been hot if I hadn't woken up with a guy named Dore beside me' the billionaire said resisting the urge to pull on his hair. Maeve knew her best friend enough to know what that name meant to him, even if she didn't know the details she has heard from Natalie.
'So, it was a guy' she said enthusiasm and sat beside him, Malik raised a brow at her. 'I called this morning when you didn't show up and a beautiful voice answered my call'
'And you didn't bother to get me?' Malik said, surprised that his best friend would abandon him with a stranger.
'You were finally hooking up so why should I interfere she defended. 'But you are feeling guilty' she added quietly.
'I was drunk and I don't know if I did him'
'You mean fuck him'
…
'Or if he fucked you' she teased
'Shut up!'
'Aww, your ears are red' the billionaire got self conscious and covered his ear causing Maeve to laugh
'And he said he isn't gay'
'I said shut up!'
One thing still disturbed him, could someone bare the same name of as someone from his past.
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Camp was better than expected, thanks to Dore. His shyness intrigued Malik, making him want to know more about the fluffy hair boy. They rarely participated in the camp activities; they prefer staying in their small cocoon creating memories. Soon Dore started feeling a way twelve years old shouldn't feel for another thirteen years old who is a boy. Their every touch sent tingling to his body and he craves for more and was glad Malik let me sleep beside him. He had told Malik that he couldn't sleep alone which was true but he also wanted to me near the black hair boy as close as possible. This feelings was a new feeling, he had heard his friends back at home talk about their crush, a girl.
Is it what it felt to have a crush?
Why does he have a crush on a boy?
Does his Mal feel the same tingling he feel when they touch, hug, and cuddle?
It was odd that he had feelings for a boy but he wouldn't change it for anything.
Sadly, all that is good must end. He had woken up earlier and felt Malik behind him with his arm around his waist and his face hidden his neck. He noticed Mal loved sniffing him and had once told him he liked how he smelt as a compliment but his stupid head kept over thinking it. He gently turned to face the black hair boy who was fast asleep. His eyelid covered those green eyes to sent his heart beating, his face was gentle and calm different from when his awake.
Even though Malik was a quiet kid, he was always worried. Theodore didn't know why, he wanted to ask but he didn't know if they were close enough to tell each other about their life back at home, they didn't even know each other last name and he didn't want to spoil the happiness and comfort they created between themselves. Theodore kept staring at the sleeping boy, mesmerizing every feature of this boy that makes him feel things. Theodore woke up early because they were suppose to spend every single minute together before the pickup time, but he didn't have it in him to wake Malik, still they were still spending time together.
He didn't know how long he spent staring at him but soon he started to stir, his first instinct was to close his eyes and bury his face in his chest, pretending to be asleep. He noticed Malik pulled his closer and intertwined their legs, closing every space between them but that didn't seem enough for him. He didn't know when he fell back asleep; he woke up to a counselor voice telling them to pack their bags. Luckily, they had pack their bags the previous night, since they woke up at mid-noon, Dore suggested to go to a swimming area after their late breakfast since departure time was 2:00 pm.
'How did you know that there was a pool' Malik asked
'I may not have sneaked off during dinner last night' Dore answered shyly avoiding Malik eyes
'I must say you're good at it' the black hair boy commented, finally making the smaller boy look at him.
'That's because I do it all the time' Malik didn't ask why and spoil their moment but Theodore actually wished he did.
Nevertheless, they had to enjoy their last moment before they end and there is a possibility that they might never meet again. They both removed their clothes expect their briefs and Theodore jumped into the water, soon he resurface.
'Aren't you coming in' Theodore asked and Malik said nothing
'You can't swim' Theodore asked again and Malik nodded 'Come on, I would teach you', that's how they started playing in the water; the physical contact was secretly enjoyed by both of them. They soon got tired; they dried their bodies with their towels they brought along with them from the cabin. There was still time left before departure and they decided to spend it engulfed in each other arms under a tree. They sat in silence until Theodore spoke,
'Do you think we will meet again?'
'Yes, we will meet again, one day'
'I hope so' they sat in silence again until the smaller boy noticed he was been watched, he knew his time with his crush was up and he wanted more so he bravely went for it. He was leaning on Malik who spread his leg, letting him seat between them. He leaned up to have access to his crush face, at the same time Malik leaned close with the intention of kissing his cheek but was meet with his lips.
Overwhelmed and shocked at the same time by the sparks they both felt, Theodore took it as a cue to leave and head towards his ride home. Malik was in a daze, evaluating his feelings, when he got back himself Theodore was long gone only leaving his purple and white kicks behind. Those kicks lay on his study desk in his home.
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'Sorry for keeping you waiting' a familiar voice said as they closed the door behind them. Malik had come to check out Ford Entertainment, after he and Maeve toured the place, he found out they have seven artist signed up under them. Right now, he was waiting for the CEO who happened the one who just walked in. The young man that walked in went to his desk before turning to his guests.
'You?'
'Theodore? What are you doing here?'
'I'm Theodore Bradford, ring a bell?