Chapter 22

 We're finally back in Brooklyn.

There's something about Brooklyn that has me considering that it's a home, too. I haven't realized until I came back that I missed this city so much that when we landed after that plane ride, I literally shouted the city's name. Maybe I miss the city lights when I stare right through the window of my unit, or the glinting lights of the Brooklyn Bridge when it's lit up at night. Or maybe it's because of the cars honking at each other during the afternoon rush.

Now it's night time, and I'm sitting on the couch looking outside. The roads are still packed with hustling cars, and the city lights are twinkling brightly. The moon is full, and you can clearly see the stars. The cup of hot chocolate is wrapped around my fingers as I stare outside.

The doorbell rings, and a small smile tugs on my lips. I place my hot chocolate on the table, stand up, and head straight to the door. Every step I take towards the door makes my smile bigger and bigger, and honestly, my heart can only take so much.

When I open the door, a grinning Wyatt greets me. He raises his hands, showing me McDonald's fries and burgers he purchased, and a bottle of wine. I step aside, letting him enter my unit. Once he comes right through the door, I turn to close the door and when I turn back, he's already pushing me back. I blush at the predicament we're in, and based on my view, which is his face, I don't see this stopping anytime soon.

"Hey there," he says huskily as he winks at me. He leans down only to drop gently what he's holding, then his hands begin to caress my face. "You must be Pierce, the guy I'm dating."

"Oh, you're dating me? I guess I got lucky." I tease, grinning.

"Hush," he laughs genuinely before leaning down and kissing me on the mouth.

As usual, his kisses give me butterflies. His lips are gently moving against mine, like those kisses you gave on your teddy bear when you were just a child, like those kisses you would do when you're in love – and he's in love with me.

My hands wrap around his neck, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. Wyatt tilts his head to the side to have a better access while kissing me. While his lips are on mine, I can't think of anything to do or say. I can only respond back to his kisses. And oh, I like kissing him. I feel him smiling against our kiss, and I pull away for a second to grin at him before kissing him back again. If you were to tell me that I would be in a make-out session with this guy from the time we were in high school, I would have straight laughed at you and told you you're dumb. Life has many things to offer that surprise you, and this is definitely a surprise. This is a gift.

And Wyatt is my man.

Breathless from the kiss, I pull away again. "The fries. Can't waste that."

"Don't mind the fries,"

"But it's McDonald's fries." I laugh at him, putting my palm on his face to push him. "I haven't eaten yet, and I really like to eat now."

"You can eat me, though." Wyatt grins. I blush, punching him lightly on the chest before grabbing the food he bought. We walk to the living room and I take a seat on the same spot I was sitting on a few minutes ago. Wyatt sits beside me. "Is that a chocolate drink?"

"Yes, want some?" I grab the cup and offer it to him. "It's still warm."

Wyatt reels himself backwards to make some room for himself before wrapping one arm around my waist and grabbing the cup of hot chocolate from my hands, taking a sip. He winks at me and I roll my eyes playfully.

I just look at my man as he drinks the hot chocolate I made. Wyatt is happier, gentler. He's really a changed man, and as much as I want to take credit for it, he has done it for himself. Maybe I was one of the reasons why he became like this, maybe I wasn't, but who cares? He's here beside me, smiling, being in love with me. What more could I ask for when I have everything I need here?

"That's delicious," Wyatt says as he places the mug back on the table but by doing that, he has to stretch himself forward to reach it. As he does so, he turns to look at me and says, "but I bet there's even more delicious..."

Thinking of statements that would save me from this situation, I tell him, "The fries. The fries are more delicious, of course." I gently push him, grab the fries and burgers, and offer it to him. I take one fries and shove it down my mouth. "See, so delicious. You should have some."

He grumbly snatches the fries and burgers away from my hand. Wyatt grabs a mouthful of fries and shoves it into his mouth, munching with much vexation. I purse my lips, refusing to smile. Who knows, he might get triggered. This is Wyatt we're talking about, and let's all admit it, he's not that cute when he gets pissed. But there's an angry him that is cute and loveable, and I guess I want to see that.

"Don't be like that," I tell him, tweaking his nose.

Wyatt turns to face me and scowls. I lean forward, rest my chin on his shoulder, and look at him through my lashes. Through this view, it feels like I'm looking at a God. No one can deny that Wyatt is really handsome, and I'm sure girls would flock on his feet, guys would want to be like him, and gays and bisexual men would want him bad. And I'm glad I'm the first gay guy who ever has him. This lad right here, uh-uh, I'm not going to let go.

His eyes pierce through mine, and a blush paints my cheek. Whenever his eyes meet mine, I get the same feeling in my stomach that I don't understand. But all I know is I like that feeling. His touch is undeniably intoxicating, his scent is unbelievably good, and his smile – damn, not his smile. His smile is like an art in the museum full of paintings but you keep coming back to see his smile because it's worth to see.

"I love your smile," I tell him honestly as my fingers trace his lips.

"Really?" he asks, arching a brow at me.

I nod my head at him. "When we were in high school, Melody and I were always watching you goof with your friends, and we could see that you were really enjoying genuinely."

"So you guys have been stalking me, ha." He grins.

"Well, I wouldn't say that we were stalking you," I roll my eyes playfully. "It was really nice seeing you like that. Because, at that moment, I knew I had discovered that I had teeny, tiny crush on you. Just tiny, though."

"Just a tiny crush on me?"

I remain quiet for a few seconds. "Okay, it might have gone a little too far than crush, but yeah." His grin becomes wider. "But you were off-limits, and I didn't want to associate myself with you. Knowing your high school self, you would have probably laughed and mocked me."

"Maybe I wouldn't have," he runs his fingers across my cheek. "Knowing my high school self, if I knew you had a crush on me, maybe I would have acted differently. High school was the time I was really lost. Maybe if I knew that something was finally coming my way, like how I wanted it, it would have turned out differently."

"So you were saying is, I could have just walked towards you and admitted that I had a crush on you, and you could have been... my high school boyfriend?"

"I could have been," he smirks, leans down, and smashes his lips against mine.

I moan against the kiss. His hands begin roaming around my body, going to places where I want them to be – on my abdomen, chest, waist. My fingers are gripping his hair, pulling him closer, closing whatever gap there is between us, wanting him even closer if that's even possible. There's something about his kisses that makes me want more, and want him more. It's making me crazy, and this guy is surely making me crazy.

This all feels too surreal. One moment, we were arguing and I thought we had this war going on between us geniuses, and then he became like this – we became an us, a thing, boyfriends. Who would have thought that I, Pierson Matthews, would be in a romantic relationship with Ajax Wyatt, the one whom has been bullying me throughout my entire high school life.

Pushing him on the couch, I sit on his lap and continue attacking his lips that I find really addicting. Wyatt grips my waist as I unbutton his polo, wanting to feel his skin against my fingertips. Once the white fabric has been taken off him, he begins tugging on the hem of my shirt, wanting to get it off. I laugh at him due to how messily he attempts to remove my top. Not wanting to waste time, I help him take off my shirt and he begins putting butterfly kisses across my jaw down to my neck.

"Have I told you I love you so much?" he murmurs between butterfly kisses.

"Hmm... I haven't heard,"

"I love you so much," he nips the skin on the collarbone, earning a moan from me.

I throw my head back, loving the attention he's giving me. I purse my lips to keep myself from saying anything. Knowing myself, I would probably say something that would ruin the mood, and I really don't want this moment to stop.

"You're supposed to say it back, you idiot," Wyatt mumbles, looking at me through his lashes. I give him a small smile and rest my forehead against his. "And I demand you to say it. Say it to me."

"I love you," I oblige, grinning from ear to ear as I look at him in the eye.

Wyatt smiles lovingly at me, the corner of his eyes crinkling. My heart beats faster than it has ever been during my entire life. I've fallen hard in love with this guy that I don't even know what I'm going to do without him. Just imagining that my life without Wyatt in it, it's sad and pathetic. It's scary.

Then I remember something, or rather someone.

Mia. Wyatt's girlfriend.

Guilt easily crawls its way into me, and I shut my eyes. She doesn't deserve all of this. She doesn't deserve being cheated on with me. She's a nice girl, and she deserves someone better, someone who would treat her right. But – and this is me not being biased and jealous – that person isn't Wyatt. He's deserving of someone else.

"Wyatt... we need to talk."

"About what?" he asks genuinely, confusion drawn on his face.

"Mia."

Hearing her name makes Wyatt all serious. I get off his lap and he lets out a loud sigh, shaking his head. I wouldn't say the mood has been ruined, but it's definitely something. I wait for him to say something, his plan, because Mia doesn't deserve all of this shit.

"I've already talked to her," Wyatt says as he looks at me. "It didn't go end well. I've told her the truth. That I wasn't really in love with her, that, dare I say, I have been using her to escape something I shouldn't have tried to. I was missing a lot of things in life by not being with the person I truly love, and if I were going to continue, drag it on, then we're just going to hurt ourselves more, deeper. I knew I lost Mia, but I can't afford to lose my man. Never."

"Did you tell her about us?"

"I didn't, but I told her I was done hiding who I really am, and that may have given her a hint," he chuckles, shaking his head. "I wouldn't tell her about us, unless you're ready to face her and apologize. I know this is my fault, but if you want to speak with her, you can talk to her."

Without having second thoughts, smiling, I say, "Of course I will. I should."

Wyatt smiles widely. "Would you like to dance?"

"Are you serious?" I ask, chuckling.

He nods his head, grinning widely. Still shirtless, he stands up and offers his hand to me. I take his hand and he pulls me closer. Wyatt fishes his phone out of his pocket, still grinning, before throwing his phone on the couch. I laugh, remembering the song and how it's old but still gold.

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da by the Beatles begins playing.

"I know how much you love old songs," he tells me as he circles his arm around my waist. "And I wouldn't want to mess this dance up with some random romantic song that's produced in the 20th century."

I roll my eyes playfully, but on the inside, I'm screaming. This is better than dinner-outs and dates, and I would prefer this over anything else. He begins twirling me and I join the band, singing the song as we both laugh while dancing.

I let go of his hand and do some theatric dance that makes Wyatt laugh louder. When I thought that he's just going to watch me, he joins me and we just dance in the living room while the moon's out, stars bright as if it were shining for us, with the busy roads of Brooklyn, the Brooklyn Bridge standing proudly. This is what I call romantic. This may not be some fancy dinner out, and Wyatt may have brought me McDonald's instead of those foods that cost a fortune, but we're enjoying ourselves. And that's what matters.

"Happy ever after in the marketplace; Desmond lets the children lend a hand." We both sing on top of our lungs, Wyatt in a falsetto voice. I laugh. "Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, and in the evening she still sings it with the band."

Life goes on. I'm still scared, but knowing that I'm going to be scared with Wyatt by my side makes the future sound less scary. Despite that he's smiling now, I know deep inside that he's scared, too. Wyatt is running an empire, an entire company, and media is going to make this a big deal if he decides to come out. But I'll be there throughout his journey. I know Wyatt is a strong person, but everyone needs a sidekick, right? And I can be that person.

We continue to dance until the song gets replayed again and again. We keep singing the same lyrics, but doing different dance. We laugh, he twirls me, and sometimes I may be doing a dirty dance, but Wyatt doesn't care. We're enjoying ourselves.

I have no idea what time we have stopped, but the fries and burgers are long forgotten. We're on the couch, snuggled with each other, his arms wrapped tightly around me, my face buried in the crook of his neck. He smells so good. If given a chance, I would keep smelling him. That sounds weird, but I would totally do so. And knowing Wyatt, he'd probably let me.

He pulls me closer, and I drape my arm on his hip while my other hand is tucked in between us. We're both shirtless, and Wyatt is only on his boxers. I may have tried to look downwards without letting him notice me, but hey, a guy can dream. Wyatt is a total package, and has the package. Shrugging the image out of my head, I shut my eyes and sigh contentedly. A few moments later, Wyatt is asleep, and I'm falling asleep too. This is nice.

"What the fuck?"

A loud voice rings in my ears, jolting me awake. I search for the culprit. Wyatt seems shocked. Our eyes find a gaping Melody, her hands on her hips. She arches a brow at me. Her eyes roam around Wyatt's naked body, and I don't know why I have to shield him away from Melody's eyes but I do.

"Seriously, Pierce, spilleth the tea, because I ain't going anywhere until you tell me everything." Melody puts her bag on the ground before going to the kitchen. "And don't you dare lie and make a story. I've just seen my best friend, half-naked, with his sworn enemy, Ajax Wyatt. His boss!"

"Seriously, Melody, chill out." I tell her, pleading.

"Yeah, chill out." Wyatt agrees.

"Chill out? You, my best friend, have to tell me. Who is?"

"Who is what?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"Who's the top and who's the bottom? Who's receiving a mighty dick up in his ass?" Melody says and I blush real hard. I suddenly want the ground to swallow me whole. "Oh, let me guess, Pierce, you're on the receiving end, and you, my dear boss, is the dominant top."

"Melody!"

Wyatt, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying my discomfort. I glare at him, letting him know that I don't like the way things are happening this morning. For God's sake, I still want to sleep. But it looks like Melody won't be giving me that privilege. If Melody wants to hear the tea, she will continue to demand it from you until you get tired of her.

"I came here just to check up on you because I've been calling you last night," Melody says as she checks me and Wyatt. "But I guess I finally know the reason why... I mean, I didn't want to bother the doggy style position you were probably in last night. Did you record it? And please, put some clothes on. Gosh, this place is a mess. This place looks like a cum dumpster."

"Melody, seriously, shut up!" I say, embarrassed.

"Not until you tell me everything,"

There's no point in arguing. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything. I can't believe this woman."

"Well, she's your best friend," Wyatt chuckles, already dressed.

"And I have no idea why." I tell him honestly before glaring at my best friend, who winks at me in return. This is so embarrassing. Remind me why I have given her access to my apartment again, please.