Okay, don't hold it against Killian, but he is a teenager; what is he supposed to do, or how is he supposed to act?
His fingers instantly zoomed in on the toned pecs before slipping towards Azra's six-pack and happy trail, to his prominent v-line, and finally down to the hard bulge in Azra's pants. Ah, he could already feel an imaginary drool slipping down his chin.
"So, are we going to continue the game or not?" Engel asked, interrupting his wavering thoughts.
Killian cleared his throat, quickly turning off his phone as he pocketed it. He fixed his thirsty face to one that found salvation. "Engel, I have seen the light and realized my sins. We should not be sitting on the floor, playing cards; we should be standing, reflecting on our mistakes."
He stood up, emphasizing his point as he put his back to the wall. Engel looked at him with a deadpan expression before sighing as he started putting away the cards. "Did Azra send you a topless photo?"
Killian's heart almost stopped as he began sweating. Can Engel read minds? He thought. "What? What do you mean? Why would I get a shirtless pic? Engel, are you okay?"
Three beats passed as Engel stood up, putting the cards in his jacket pocket as he dusted himself off. "The last time you said you had seen the light was three months ago during gym when Azra pulled up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face."
Three months ago, Azra made people go crazy. He was playing basketball with some other students, sweating hard as he could not reach for a towel in the middle of playing. He picked up his shirt instead, wiping his forehead. His beautiful body was on display.
And it wasn't just his body making people crazy, but his pheromones too. The smell was more prominent than all the others he played with, making Killian dizzy that day.
Killian barely remembered sitting on the bleachers next to Engel, praying for all his strength while saying he had seen the light. He even had to fan himself because it grew too hot in the crisp gym.
That was also the same day the coach banned Azra from picking up his shirt.
Blinking away the memory that had him almost drooling once again, Killian shook his head. "I don't remember that. I think you are going crazy, Engel." Remember, the first step to lying is denial.
Engel shrugged, standing next to Killian as their shoulders touched. "Whatever you say, Killian."
Deep down, Killian knew Engel did not believe anything he denied. His best friend knows him best.
The school day ended as Killian told his mother he was walking home again. His footsteps took him to Azra's house. It was unintentional, Killian swears. He was walking home to clear temptation from his mind, but in the end, temptation always wins.
Before he could knock on the door, it opened as Azra leaned against the door frame with an arrogant smirk. Killian swears that is his resting expression. "Did you like the picture I sent you?"
Killian blushed as he tried waving away the picture that appeared in his mind. "No. You shouldn't send pictures like that. It is against the law."
"For me, no, it's not. For you, it is for the next four months. Good thing I am a patient person, huh?" Azra responded.
Rolling his eyes, Killian clicked his tongue. He would not send a pic like that to Azra. And even if he thought of doing it when he reaches legal age, he couldn't because his stomach would be noticeable by then.
"Keep dreaming. You will never get a pic like that of me." Killian commented.
"Hmm, whatever you say."
Killian felt his eye twitch because he knew that Azra did not believe him. He opened his mouth, getting ready to fuss when puke came out instead.
Okay, hear him out.
He did not. And Killian repeats, he did NOT mean to throw up on Azra. He didn't even feel it coming up, but once he opened his mouth, it was like the dam broke free.
Instantly, Killian wanted to cry.
Even if Azra was his enemy and he hated him (not really), he would never want to puke all over him. He covered his mouth as his face turned red from embarrassment while he let out a muffled, "Sorry."
Azra did not say anything since Killian puked on him. He stared at his shirt with the puke on it for the longest while his facial muscles barely moved. After another second, Azra sighed. He grabbed Killian's arm, dragging him inside as he closed the door behind them.
He took Killian to his bedroom, bringing him inside his bathroom. Once they were inside, he took his shirt off and threw it to the ground. Then, he grabbed his mouth wash off the sink, turning towards Killian, "Do you want to clean your mouth?"
Killian nodded, grabbing the mouthwash. He turned on the sink, washing his hands first before opening the mouthwash to clean his mouth. Once he finished, he glanced to the side, not wanting to look at a shirtless Azra.
"Sorry, I did not puke on you on purpose, I swear. It was an accident. I didn't even know or feel that I was going to throw up." Killian apologized.
But, Azra did not say anything for almost a minute, causing Killian to look at him as he wondered why Azra was so silent.
Omg, he is planning my death, I know it. Killian freaked.
Azra intensely stared at Killian with a thoughtful expression rather than a killing one. And that was scarier than anything.
Killian can admit that Azra is an intelligent man. How else would he be number two in the school? Although, teachers could not praise him because his behavior left much to be desired.
Even then, Azra was sharp. And that sharpness had Killian freaking out.
"Oh, no, look at the time. My mother needs me home." Killian shakily laughed as he tried running off.
But he did not get far as Azra grabbed his arm, pulling him close. "Tell me something, Killian," Azra started, staring deep into Killian's eyes, "do you think a male alpha can get pregnant?"
Yep, Killian is ready to die.
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