Will— You know I love you, so there's no need to act like this, kitten! - I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he stares at me with his intimidating gaze, reason enough for my heart to melt for him.— You lied, went to find your mother, and kissed that inconvenient girl! — he exclaims, I come closer, bite my lip, and stare at his mouth.— I don't know if pos....TRIMMMM.... TRIMMMMM... TRIMMM... TRIMMM....But what is it?I open my eyes with difficulty, look around me, get up, sit on the bed, and realize that the noise that disturbed my dream is coming from the door. I get up, walk to the apartment room, look at my body, and realize that I'm still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, after I left Nate's house. I turn the knob, open the door, and stare into my sister's worried eyes.— Take your cell phone!— Who gave you up?— Our mother. She said Kanya was at the house and delivered it to her! and...— Do you already know what she did? — Did you see Nate yesterday? — I nod
WillI have done nothing but think about meeting him again. It may sound like an exaggeration, but I haven't done much since Sunee said the script reading would be on Wednesday. My life has been about waiting for the days to pass quickly, so you can imagine how I am feeling as I look in the rearview mirror in the middle of Wednesday morning, with an hour until the cast and production meeting, and less than ten minutes away from the production building. Nervousness is what sums me up. Although I know I need to be calm, and not overreact in front of everyone, and especially him.I fly through the lobby of the production company, the elevator taking less than two minutes to reach the tenth floor, but to me it seems like an eternity. After settling into the conference room, sitting in one of the many chairs that make up the large oval table, I watch the landscape through the window in front of me, and my thoughts fly back to the first time I saw Nate. So much has changed sin
NateThe time I spent away from Will, served to evaluate some things, and to realize that it is very hard to be away from him. Those were terrible days. I suffered, cried, felt an emptiness inside me, something I experienced years ago when my father left home, but this time the situation presented itself in a much larger dimension than that. Along with the accident, my life was exposed in a lying, vile way, and besides involving the guy I love, and making me wonder if I really want to share all these problems with him.As if it wasn't enough that his mother made up that whole stupid story with Kânya, I still had to read and watch videos of people who don't know us, sharing lies and meanness, saying that they were engaged, and that he couldn't have chosen a better bride, and Will should stay away from me, because my accident happened because I was under the influence of drugs. I felt so much anger about all of this, I know that nothing is his fault, and I had decided to s
NateI calmly release his hands from my waist, and turn to face him, and before he can say anything, I take his lips desperately. Will's reaction could not be different from mine, as I feel his tongue ask for passage, his hands wrap themselves around my neck once more, while I caress his hair.Almost a month without kissing.Almost a month without kissing that mouth.I wrap my arms around his neck, as I feel his arms come even closer, and bring my body into his. I caress his hair, as he sucks on my bottom lip, and a heat burns inside me, and I try to put it into my mind that this is just a kiss, but I'm not alone in this, as I feel his hand lift the hem of my shirt, and then move down my chest. His hand goes down to my abdomen, caressing it, and this is making me uneasy, because I know what his intention is, and what it can do to me. He takes hold of the lace of my shorts, I push it away slightly, and disengage my mouth from his.— Sorry, am I going too fast? — he asks breathl
WillI would probably be crazy if I said I didn't want to go up, and since I'm not, obviously I did. We controlled our burning desire inside the car, after he told us to park inside the building's garage. We also controlled ourselves inside the elevator, after all, it has cameras. When we set foot inside his apartment, we were overcome by the desire that we controlled so well, and I honestly don't know how we got to the bedroom.Our clothes are lying on the floor. He takes off the last remaining piece, his underwear, and I pull him back on top of me. Nate looks at me curiously, and before I can take his mouth again, he speaks.— Will, I didn't prepare, I...— Don't worry, before I left the studio, I took a shower and got ready, okay?— You mean you were already thinking about it, Bunny? And that story in the car, was it a cheap shot?— It's not like you weren't in the mood too, Pussycat!As I speak, he takes my mouth in his mouth. One hand grips his hair, while t
NateThe previous day was intense in many ways, and culminated in an incredible night of pleasure, I feel renewed, happy, and fulfilled. I am twenty-two years old, I have lived through a lot, there were many experiences that made me who I am. One of them was to have met this boy, or rather, this man, who is lying on my bed, and to have accepted once and for all what I feel for him. Although I grew up with an uncle, I have an LGBTQIA+ best friend, this didn't stop me from being an idiot, and denying what I felt at that moment, and especially my sexuality.I was reluctant, I tried to reject my feelings out of pure fear, and this made me suffer. When I decided to surrender to my feelings for him, it changed my life completely. I look at his face resting on my chest, and wonder how I could have imagined that this guy, who came late to the first casting meeting, would make me so happy?I stroke his hair, he opens his eyes slowly. He brings his hand to his
NateRecording continues, and I confess that it is a little difficult to dissociate fiction from reality. Every scene in which I must show my love, care, and attention is all too real when I view it after the director has finished recording. I'm starting to notice that everyone realizes this, how much this love has connected us in a surreal way, and with every scene we shoot, photos, ads, everything we develop together, this has become clearer, and the fandom of the ship has gone crazy for any of our posts, especially those where we combine phrases, or pretend to be far away, when we are actually next to each other.As I invite him to come to the court with me, to play with my friends, I remember the first time he came, got hurt, and insinuated that we could do something more in the locker room. Unfortunately that was another time, I was just beginning to accept the fact that I was in love and dating a man, and sex was a taboo for me. If his insinuation were made today, I w
WillNate is a box of surprises. After we spent that period apart, he has surprised me a lot, I feel that he is more confident about the emotional problems caused by the negative fame that comes from social networks, and this makes me calm, if he is happy, I am happy. His confidence, and the way he acts has impressed me, and when he brought me to this locker room with the intention of fulfilling a sexual fantasy, it really surprised me, I did not expect such an attitude from him.When I think back to the beginning, the first contacts, the denial on both sides, the first kiss, the flirtatious moments until the proposal, the breaking of sex as a taboo (read on his part), and the long awaited first time. It was a long path, but a very pleasant one, and I would walk it again without a second thought.— What are you going to do to me, Kitten? Or should I call you Daddy? — when I ask, he looks at me with such desire, and my reaction before he says anything is to lightly bite his lower
WillHis arms squeeze me even tighter, I wrap mine around his neck, while my tongue meets his. All these days without any contact have made me sad and moody. His hands begin a pleasant play on my back, moving up and down my back, caressing me and making me want to surrender to the moment even more. Our kiss is hungry. I want to devour his mouth, and he wants the same, and his body gently pushes mine somewhere, until I feel the wall behind me. My body is pressed together in a way that I know where we will be in a few minutes, especially if we keep kissing like this, we will both be hard.I stop the kiss, and push him away slightly, because Nate doesn't want to let go. I meet his confused gaze.— What is it, love? Don't you want to?— Of course I want to!— So, what is the problem?— Where will we do it? On the ground?— Of course not!— Another thing, whose house is this? Relax... This room has nothing, but the one next door has a great bed, an amazing bathroom with a tu
WillLyn's screams startle me, I look toward the house, and it is still dark. I hurry my steps and arrive in front of the door. My hand touches the doorknob, I turn it, and it opens. I enter the house. I turn on the flashlight on my cell phone, look around hoping to find a light switch, and to my surprise I find one near the door, I touch it and the light goes on. I call out to my sister, but get no answer from her, my heart squeezes, and a slight chill passes through my stomach. I look around me, at what seems to be a small entrance hall. There is a large staircase with golden handrails, and in front of me a wide, glazed door. I open it, and once again look for a switch. When I finally manage to find it, along with the glow of the lamp comes the surprise, the room appears to be a living room. Its white walls, a large chandelier in the center of the room, but there is not a single piece of furniture in the entire space. I begin to think that my sister might be fooling me, or wors
WillThe days have dragged on, and I still haven't spoken to Nate. Today, Valentine's Day, we could be somewhere enjoying our company, but my boyfriend will be pretending to be a couple with an actress, to promote a series that has no audience. I may be being selfish, I know that, but I would never submit to this for the sake of work, I feel extremely frustrated. My mind feels like it is going to explode from thinking about it all the time. I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks.— What did you come here for?— Dinner!— It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate!— I will eat, don't worry!— Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live?— No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to
WillIf there is one thing I understand in our profession, it is the advertising that is done to promote a series, but I don't like this new job of Nate's because of our manager's insistence on something that didn't work out. Sometimes it crosses my mind that somehow he doesn't accept our relationship, and that's why he insists so much that we can't be seen together. I know that all this could be just jealousy on my part, something I try not to develop, especially in relation to work, but lately it has become unavoidable, and I don't like to see my boyfriend with Lily.Hearing him say about faking a dating that doesn't exist makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to say, I just watch as he hangs up the phone and looks at me waiting for something.— Did you hear it? — he asks and I just shake my head. I get up, walk to the closet, grab some clothes, put them on, and go back to the bedroom. — Can we talk?— Talk? What for?— Will, do you understand that I can't do a
EpilogueWill— Didn't you do it because you didn't mean it? You don't even watch the Lakorn to support me, you don't comment on your social networks, you're not helping me engage!— Nate, what do you want me to do? The story is bad, it's toxic, nobody wants to watch it, and besides, Lily is not a good actress, and the couple you make in this series is horrible, with no chemistry!— Wow, how supportive my boyfriend is!— It's true, and I told you not to embark on this idea, but you didn't listen and thought it would be a success!— Is it the truth, or are you just dying of jealousy?— Me? Jealous of you? Stop being cocky, Nate!— You are jealous, yes!— I am not jealous, and I warned you about this project, but you insisted because you listened to our manager.— I know, but it would be a great opportunity to be in prime time on broadcast TV, and...— We got more audience when we acted in Fake D8, it was not in prime time, and...— What do you mean, Will?— I mean that w
EpilogueWillI didn't know how to cry, that is, I was raised thinking that I couldn't shed a tear, and that it was synonymous with weakness for a man. However, I created so many uncertainties about my life, and I hid myself inside a tight closet, pretending to be someone I wasn't, to quiet my parents' hearts, and with that I lived stuck without being able to do what I really wanted to do, to be the real Will. The one who wanted to act, dance, cry, and love a man.Almost three years ago I met a guy who helped me to change this story. I confess that it was not easy at all, and in the beginning I thought he was an arrogant, intimidating guy who had an image of a sexy straight boy who is always going out with thousands of girls, at least that's what I believed, however, the sexy straight boy fell in love with the real Will, the one who before couldn't cry. The two started to find out who they really were, what they felt for each other, and this feeling became intense for both of them.
WillNate has been calling me the whole time to see if I was on my way, I'm starting to get nervous. It started when I was at my grandfather's house talking to Sunee and Lyn, and even they were worried. During the ride to his house, and now as I park in the garage of the building, he calls once again to find out where I am. The elevator takes three minutes to get to his floor, but for me it is an eternity.I put in the key, turn the knob, and finally open the door. The room is dark, and I can just make out the light coming from the next room, the dining room. I turn on the light and call for him, who answers me. I walk there, and find a table set for dinner, with Chinese food, my favorite, and Nate sitting waiting for me.— Wow, are we celebrating something?— We are... But first you are going to wash your hands, come on!— Do you have to be rude, you pain in the ass? — I complain in my sly voice. — You like it rough, that I know! — he answers in a ma
WillNate is a box of surprises. After we spent that period apart, he has surprised me a lot, I feel that he is more confident about the emotional problems caused by the negative fame that comes from social networks, and this makes me calm, if he is happy, I am happy. His confidence, and the way he acts has impressed me, and when he brought me to this locker room with the intention of fulfilling a sexual fantasy, it really surprised me, I did not expect such an attitude from him.When I think back to the beginning, the first contacts, the denial on both sides, the first kiss, the flirtatious moments until the proposal, the breaking of sex as a taboo (read on his part), and the long awaited first time. It was a long path, but a very pleasant one, and I would walk it again without a second thought.— What are you going to do to me, Kitten? Or should I call you Daddy? — when I ask, he looks at me with such desire, and my reaction before he says anything is to lightly bite his lower
NateRecording continues, and I confess that it is a little difficult to dissociate fiction from reality. Every scene in which I must show my love, care, and attention is all too real when I view it after the director has finished recording. I'm starting to notice that everyone realizes this, how much this love has connected us in a surreal way, and with every scene we shoot, photos, ads, everything we develop together, this has become clearer, and the fandom of the ship has gone crazy for any of our posts, especially those where we combine phrases, or pretend to be far away, when we are actually next to each other.As I invite him to come to the court with me, to play with my friends, I remember the first time he came, got hurt, and insinuated that we could do something more in the locker room. Unfortunately that was another time, I was just beginning to accept the fact that I was in love and dating a man, and sex was a taboo for me. If his insinuation were made today, I w