Chapter 12
Gloss Kaiser Schlund
Let's Blame The Cola

Ashton and I freeze when we hear Noah's voice booming around the big bathroom, his voice is like a lightning it sends shivers down my face. For once, I'm seeing Noah as a beast and not my step-brother. His face is red from anger, mixed with confusion and... jealousy? He growls at us and Ashton and I try to fix ourselves before we face Noah again.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks us, glaring daggers at me.

Ashton tenses and I can tell he's scared of Noah. He probably thinks Noah's my boyfriend or something. Kaila said she's going to hook me up with a gay guy because, I said, the thought of being with a guy doesn't make me feel awkward or flustered. In fact, it made me curious more. So it's Ashton who Kaila was referring to a 'gay guy'. Ashton and I met up at this club a few hours ago. We did some chattings, danced, drank some vodka, and talked for a few before we experimented. We made out. Nobody noticed us because they were busy grinding their bodies. Then our little make out became heated, hence we got here in the bathroom and Ashton. God, Ashton gave me the best blôwjöb ever. He made me feel like the luckiest man alive. But that's when Noah came and còckblócked us. I never even came!

"Ashton was giving me the best blówjòb ever," I simply say, shrugging for an effect. Ashton blushes furiously and tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face. I chuckle at him. Noah's face gets redden even more.

"You're not even gay!" He says, gesturing at me, like 'look at yourself'. Ashton is now staring at Noah like he's a piece of meat. I can't help but to feel jealous. Noah notices Ashton's gaze and his eyes lock with mine. He notices my reaction and I try to mask my face away.

"I'm not," I assure him, tapping my foot. Ashton, still feeling the tension, walks behind my back and puts a hand on my back, running it up and down. Noah glares at him and his eyes screams jealousy again. But then it fades away.

"Then what was that?" He demands, snarling. "Obviously, a straight guy won't get a blówjób from another guy."

"Who says that I'm gay? Who says I'm even straight anymore?" I say nonchalantly. Noah's eyes are trained on me, studying me, searching for something. Ashton's gaze is on me, his mouth hanging open. Ashton is very attractive. And kind of hot. I just kind of realized that when we were kissing. He has this chestnut hair color, his jawline is smooth and petite, has a round face and he has a pointy nose. He's shorter than me. His big, cute brown eyes are always twinkling. His body is skinny, but not at all; he has muscles. "I kind of realized I'm bisexual. That, my statement, or I was just horny. But I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual. Or I don't know. I've never been attracted to guy. Only Ashton, I guess. He just screams... sexy." I continue. Ashton's face goes pink again, grumbling about me being an asshole. Noah is angry again. As always. Deciding to tease Noah, I say, "Actually, you're kind of hot, Noah. But...you're not my type, I guess. Clearly, Ashton is sexier than you."

"What the fuck are you saying?" He says, walking towards me, pinning me on the wall. "This guy is sexier than me? Fucking not! Because in every angle, in every inch, in every view, I'm fucking sexier than this twat!" Ashton fliches at that and hangs his head low. I push Noah off of me and walk towards Ashton, encircling an arm around his waist. Noah grits his teeth in annoyance. Ashton and I get out of the bathroom and I decide to bring him home.

I ask him where's his home and he gives me his address. I drive him there. I insisted Jes, my personal driver, that I was going to drive. He wanted himself to drive me. But I insisted. When I reach their house, he gets out and goes away without saying anything. I get out of my car and run towards him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask him as I grab his wrist, turning him around. He just shakes his head, which annoys me. But I only give him a hug. "Don't let Noah's words bother you. You're damn sexy, Ashton. If it weren't for you, I guess I wouldn't know my real sexuality. Thanks. So, see you at school?" He nods at me, feeling happy all over again. I peck his cheek and he blushes furiously, slapping my arm playfully. I let out a chuckle and he gives me a death glare. "Bye!" He waves at me and I wave back at him. Then I drive off, going home.

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Mom and Richard are on a trip again. Richard insisted on bringing mom with him, because he 'feels lonely'. Noah has been giving me cold shoulders and would mutter 'fag' when he bumps me. I would just roll my eyes at him and reply 'I'm bi and you're a bitch'.

Putting my plate in the sink, I wash my hand and head to the living room, where my bag is resting on the couch. I pick it up. Without waiting for Noah, I let Jes drive me to school.

As usual, Kaila jumps on my back and plants a wet kiss on my right cheek. I groan and whine at her. Ashton pats my shoulder and smiles at me. Ashton is invisible. People don't know him. He's not a nerd, he's not very social either. According to him, he likes John, one of Noah's friends. He has been bugging John ever since, but to no avail, John just keeps shoving him away, saying Aston is delusional. John Lucas Flench is as straight as a damn Singapore's twin tower. That's according to Ashton.

Mrs. Shones starts to discuss about poems and shits. It's a total bore. Poems are not my thing, neither is English. Not to mention it's a romantic poem she's discussing. For me, if you want to express your romantic feelings, you have to put action. Words meant a little, but action shouts a lot. She keeps ranting about how you would make a good poem if you're inspired and shit. No, you would make a poem base on what you're feeling. Kaila notices my expression and snickers at me. Ashton just purses his lips.

The bell rings. The students immediately stand up and pick their stuffs and get out of the room whereas I, Kaila, and Ashton just take slowly. We decide to roam around senior's hallway. When we get there, the hallway isn't packed. Ashton's face lights up, like a glowing star on top of Christmas tree. The only person walking along the senior hallway is John Lucas Flench.

John Lucas Flench has this thin blonde hair, cropped, like a military cut. He's wearing a blue with white stripes polo over a white t-shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly. His height is around Noah's, taller even. The way he moves is a little bit feminine because he just screams 'GLOW', but everything about him screams 'MASCULINE'. He's also wearing a tamarine coloured pants and a black converse. Ashton, being a big dumb he is, decides to tease him.

"Lucas babe!" He shouts, a playful grin plastered on his face. John's head snaps at Ashton's direction and glares at him. Ashton runs at him but John just shoves him away.

"Keep dreaming, faggot." He sneers at Ashton and Ashton's face falls down, but he replaces it with a smile as he looks up at John. This John is kind of an asshole, too. No wonder him and Noah and the rest of the jocks are best friends. Of course, Kevin is an exception.

"How is your day so far?" Ashton asks him as he flashes John a genuine smile. I feel bad for Ashton all of a sudden. Of all the people he'd like, his heart chose John; a complete asshole.

"Fine, but then I saw you." He says as he rolls his eyes. Ashton's face falls down again and I swear I saw John's face fell. Or I saw it wrong. Ashton just nods at him and runs at us. We just leave John behind.

The rest of my classes were nothing but a big, big bore. Kaila, Ashton and I were just goofing around. The teachers didn't bother us. That's a good thing though. The last thing I wanted to happen's to get a detention. Mom would kill me.

The house is silent. The maids are already home, done working in the house. I have the house all by myself. Remembering Noah, I can't help but to flash. The way I think about him is not normal. When I saw him half-naked, only in his boxers, I couldn't look away at his glistening with sweat chest. I shouldn't have pulled the tube ice prank. Damn Noah. To be honest, I'm still confuse about my sexuality. I don't know if I'm gay, or bi, or just effing horny. I lied to Ashton. I still don't know what I am.

Sighing, I go to the dining area and see a coke on the table. Looking at me left and right, I grab the coke and take off the cap and as I'm about to drink it, a voice stops me.

"You better not drink that because it's mine," Noah says through gritted teeth. I look at him and roll my eyes. I take a chug anyway. Noah's nostrils flare in anger and tries to take the coke out of my hands but fails. "Fuck, Gloss, it's mine!"

"It doesn't have your name on it," I say nonchalantly as I take another chug at the coke. Again, he tries to get it but I put it behind my back.

He tries and tries and tries to get the coke, but he always fails at his attempts. I'm having fun at pissing him. So having fun that he gets the coke but I grip it tightly. He takes it forcefully and I nearly stumble but I hold it tight, then I grab it back. And he grabs it back. I won't lose this.

I lick my lips slowly and Noah's eyes flicker on it. Then his eyes lock with mine. He grabs the coke and the cap takes off, splashing the coke all over at us. We both gasp as we continue to fight at the coke. Then he puts all of his will and grabs the coke, and my face makes contact at his hard chest, all of the content of the coke is now gone, splashed all over at us. Hence why we are wet.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, his blue eyes boring into my green ones. Everything around me fades as we continue to gaze at each other. Our breathing becomes shallow. My eyes flick to his lips. They seem soft and warm.

Everything bursts inside my stomach, the cocoon of butterflies explodes inside me. The blood rushes into my chest, filling it with an undeniable feeling as Noah presses his lips against mine. His lips, like I expected to be, are warm and soft. It makes my heart beat faster. I shut my eyes as he does the same. He puts his arms on my waist and our lips move in sync, dancing together as if it's performing for the crowd. I put my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

This feeling is about to explode. I've never felt this way before. Everything is new. Noah nibbles on my lower lip and I let out a gasp, my lips parting as I do so. He grabs the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth and mine clashes against with his, fighting for dominance. But even in tongue battling, Noah wins. His tongue roams around inside my mouth, feeling every flesh, tasting every corner.

My back hits the table as Noah and I continue to kiss. I can feel my cheeks heating up. Why Noah, all of a sudden, without any permission of me, is making me feel this way? It's all started about the tube ice prank. I shouldn't have pulled that. I let out a whimper when Noah bites my lower lip again.

We both pull away, both panting and breathless. I open my eyes to see Noah looking at me with his brown eyes, filled with too many emotions swimming in his orbs. We move away at each other. My cheeks heating as Noah continue to gaze at me.

I blame the cola for this!

I curse you, Cola!

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That's what I called "COLA KISS". Yihaaa! Thank you for reading this chapter of 'Falling In Love With My Step-Brother'. Thank you! Thank you!

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