Will— Ah... Eh...— From the shame on your face, it must be sex. Isn't it? — Sunee continues the question. — I can see the scene now, Nate didn't want to be the passive one, did he?Sunee asked, and Lyn laughed.— You mean Lyn knows the details, and I don't? Why not? — she asks, feigning indignation.— Because you are always too busy, the time zone doesn't cooperate, I am also working a lot, in my spare time I am with Nate, and I was not passive in the beginning!— What do you mean? — both ask in unison.— I didn't see any problems in being passive, and I offered myself, because I saw that we wouldn't leave 0-0, but my boyfriend wanted to try it, and after a while I wanted to try it too...— A flex couple? That's wonderful! — exclaims Lyn, and Sunee nods in agreement.— But what about you? What brought you back to the country? And it's no use saying it was Grandpa's party, because you were whispering the whole time...— I will tell you, but you must keep it a secr
NateI am not a romantic guy. At least I didn't used to be, until I met Will. This boy has managed to awaken feelings that I have never felt for anyone else. I want to hear his voice, his stories, his laments, take care of him, be with him. To feel his smell, his mouth on mine, his caresses, his body... Ah, I am so in love!We are six months into our relationship, I have just moved into my apartment, and I thought the time was right for a surprise. When the doorbell rings, my heart races.Stay calm, Nate!Before I open the door, an involuntary smile forms on my lips. I open the door and find him, accompanied by his sisters. I notice his gaze sweeping over my body, which pleases me, and we remain like this for a few seconds until we are snapped out of our momentary trance by my sister-in-law.After the fond moment at my door, and all the pleasant conversations between our families before and during dinner, my mind can only think of how to speak what I have in mind. I remember the ch
Nate— You know, I am a lucky guy, I have a beautiful, smart, nice and very supportive boyfriend! — I say, as I finish cleaning the countertop. Will stops washing the dishes, looks at me and smiles.— Do you know that I have a boyfriend who loves to spoil me all the time, and I'm starting to get sick of it?— It is because your boyfriend loves you very much!— I know, I love him very much too! But there is one thing that worries me about him, or rather, about you!— What is it?— You still care too much about what you see on the Internet, about what mean people say about us, and especially after all that nonsense my mother told you! — he says and approaches me.— I know it sounds silly, but I'm insecure, and I think you've already noticed that, and what your mother said didn't affect me, but we don't know what she might be up to when she finds out that your grandfather wants Sunee to be CEO of the companies. As for the internet court, every day there is someone bad-mouthing me, or s
WillA few weeks ago Nate gave me a promise ring, and with all that ceremony he made me think that I would be proposed to. That night was wonderful. Part of our families were together, celebrating six months of dating. We talked about so many things, but something bothered me that night, and still does.Success follows us wherever we go, it's like a coin, it has two sides, one is positive and one is negative. Not being able to assume our relationship in front of the public is something negative, but we are instructed to provoke situations for the fandom of our ship to live fed, which is something very contradictory. However this also fosters problems with part of the fandom that doesn't agree with the ship, just enjoys the work of each of us separately, and this is getting worse and worse, because there are many people who like me and stalk Nate on social networks.Worry has become a recurring word in my mind. Nate doesn't say anything else, but I know that the fake news,
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
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