Augustine's eyes widened, his face contorted with disbelief.
He stared at Charles, his expression unreadable, as if he were trying to decide if Charles was serious or not.
"Charles," he breathed, his voice heavy with disbelief, "what are you doing?"
Augustine had asked for a kiss but he didn't expect that Charles would want the kiss. "Do you really want to kiss me?" he asked, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation, an excited gleam in his eyes.
Charles nods his head, leaning his face closer to that of Augustine.
Vividly, Augustine began to gulp his saliva as he bit his lower lips, taking in a deep hoarse breath.
Augustine gently withdrew his hands from Charles', his fingers lingering for a moment before he cupped Charles' face.
His gaze, intense and smoldering, never wavered as he leaned in, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Charles," he whispered, his breath hot against Charles' skin, "Can I kiss you for real?"
"Yes," he breathed, his voice a mere whisper, "I want to kiss you."
"You mean it?" He probed with a seductive voice, wanting to confirm if Charles meant his words.
Swiftly, Charles nodded his head as he fluttered his eyelashes, his pink alluring lips curving into a seductive smile.
'Gasp!'
Augustine gasped, and the movement of his Adam's apple became visible to the eyes which was a sign of his nervousness and excitement.
The breath of Augustine came in short, ragged gasps.
His eyes, still locked on Charles', glimmered in the low light of the kitchen as he wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Augustine hands slid to the nape of Charles' neck, his fingers brushing against the hair at the base of his skull as he closed the distance between them, his heart beating rapidly.
The space between their faces narrowed to nothing, their lips mere millimeters apart.
Augustine closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the moment.
He parted his lips slightly, offering Charles a silent invitation to move his lips even closer so that he could seal it with a kiss.
But then, just as their lips were about to touch, Augustine felt a sudden, jarring impact against his head.
Pain erupted across his skull, accompanied by a dull, reverberating sound that rang in his ears
*Boom!*
Within a swift motion, Augustine's eyes flew open, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Charles' face only to see an excited grin being plastered on the face of Charles.
"Hahahah!" Charles laughed out loud in delight, before standing up properly.
Seconds later, his laughter died down, which warranted him to clear his hoarse throat.
Charles' expression was cold and mocking as he spoke. "Did you expect me to kiss you?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain. "Eat your bowl of noodles and stop expecting the unexpected." Charles spat, before proceeding to make his way towards the sitting room.
Augustine's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his eyes quickly darting to the bowl of noodles on the dining table.
He couldn't bring himself to meet Charles' gaze, the rejection stinging like a thousand needles.
Swiftly, he began to eat the noddles.
After finishing his meal, he washed his dish at the kitchen sink before proceeding to make his way towards the couch where Charles was seated.
As they sat down beside each other, Charles stared at the blank television in front of him while Augustine intensely stared at Charles.
Charles, growing uncomfortable under the weight of Augustine's stare, finally spoke up. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gruff. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Augustine swallowed hard, his voice thick with emotion. I don't understand," he said, his words slow and careful. "You asked for a kiss, and then you..." He trailed off, the hurt evident in his voice.
Augustine sniffed in his nose. "You are… you are a cleaner who works at Gyapm Corporation."
Charles scoffed, nodding his head to the obvious point. "I am aware that I am a cleaner who works in your company." He sarcastically stated while rolling his eyes.
Silence…
Augustine became silent as he continued to glance at Charles without uttering any words out of his mouth.
Once more, Charles immediately felt uncomfortable so he averted his gaze from the television and over to Augustine.
With an arched brow, Charles questioned Augustine. "Why are you staring at me?" He inquired. "Besides, the only reason I am seated here is because I have no idea of where I should sleep and I am expecting you to…"
Augustine cut Charles off mid-sentence, his voice soft but his gaze intense. "Sweetheart," he said, the word rolling off his tongue with a seductive gleam. "are you aware that you're very handsome?"
Charles' brow creased in confusion, unsure of where Augustine was going with this. "What's that got to do with anything?" he asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"But are you aware of your handsome features?"
Charles' irritation was growing, his patience wearing thin.
He stood up, his body rigid with tension. "Hey," he snapped, his voice frosty and clipped. "I know you're upset about what happened with your parents, but that doesn't give you the right to mess with me."
Charles turned on his heel, his anger manifesting in the rigid set of his shoulders. "Since you're not going to tell me where I'm supposed to sleep," he said, his voice cold and controlled, "I'm going to assume I'm staying in your master bedroom."
Augustine pushed himself off the couch, his eyes never leaving Charles' retreating figure.
Swiftly, he plunged his hands deep into his trouser pockets, his movements quick and determined as he declared his intention.
"Charles Donald," he said, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, "I'm going to make you a deal. I want you to be my sex toy."
Charles froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You want me to be your what?" he asked, his voice rising in shock as he avert his gaze to stare at Augustine.
Augustine's gaze remained steady. "My sex toy,". he repeated, his words sharp and precise. "It's not a request. It's an order."