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Tomorrow was the day Nicholas would finally start working. Classes were beginning; he could finally start putting his teaching degree into practice. An English teacher, actually. Well— also all the available workshops there were on different languages too. But mainly, he’d be teaching those ignorant brats how to speak English.
And to celebrate that he had finally stopped being unemployed —without a job—, he’d go out to a club with his friend who would also be starting work alongside him; Yuma.
They had known each other since elementary school, studied in the same faculty —but different teaching majors— and now they’d be working at the same school. Who would’ve thought, right? There are few friendships like that.
“Are you coming to fuck or why the hell are you wearing such tight pants?” Nicholas nudged his friend, mocking him as he noticed how his ass looked way too round in those pants.
Yuma looked at him offended as they both moved a few steps forward in line. “Right, pretend I didn’t see the condom in your pocket, idiot.” Nicholas made an offended face, pulling out his ID when they reached the entrance.
They both entered, automatically feeling the shift from the cold air outside to the heat inside. Music blasting their ears, people smoking, drinking and playing drinking games— the place was completely upside down. Nicholas ran a hand through his blond hair. He was grateful the school hadn’t made him dye his hair black.
“The first one who leaves the other alone owes lunch.” Yuma bet, both of them heading toward the bar.
“What are you saying. We came to celebrate together, how could you even—“
“No excuses. I know you well enough to know you’ll have to pay for my lunch tomorrow.” Yuma interrupted him, asking the bartender for a drink for both of them.
Nicholas rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Fine, but if you leave, you’ll have to pay me back for gas.”
Yuma looked at him like he was crazy. “Fine…” He accepted, defeated. “Don’t get too drunk. One of us has to drive back and I’m not planning for it to be me.” The bartender finally handed them their drinks, Yuma bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip.
“Fine.. stay alert. Last time I had to wait almost an hour because you were too busy trying to get the bartender to fuck you—“
“Shut up. It’s just that that guy Fuma was way too hot. Too bad you showed up to ruin my life.” Yuma complained, rolling his eyes.
“He wasn’t even paying attention to you…” Nicholas muttered mockingly. But he regretted it as soon as he felt his stomach get jabbed by two fingers. “Asshole!” He complained in pain.
“If not today, then I hope at school I meet a teacher so hot he fucks me in the nurse’s office—“
“What the hell is your problem? Are you going to teach or prostitute yourself?” Nicholas looked at him incredulously, laughing at the idea.
Yuma made a protesting sound. “Teaching about Aristotle doesn’t take away my right to want action.” His glass was almost empty before he noticed. Nicholas still had some left.
“At this rate we’re never gonna get drunk…” Yuma pouted. “Let’s dance.” Nicholas felt himself being dragged, looking disappointedly at his unfinished drink.
—
Yuma was exhaling cigarette smoke all over Nicholas’s face, so the air between them was incredibly heavy— with both alcohol and weed.
They danced together, having fun. They dodged some men who weren’t their type and approached them, pretending to be a couple. But now they were already too absorbed in dancing to notice if anyone was coming near them.
Nicholas had the smile of the year on his face. He felt fresh smoke surround him, laughing when he saw Yuma scream the lyrics of the song playing.
“Hey, look. They’re playing, come on—“ Yuma said quickly when he saw a group setting up cups and ping pong balls on a table.
Nicholas complained. “You go, I’ll catch up.” Yuma looked at him bored, it was always like this. Nicholas wasn’t the type for games.
“Fine, don’t get lost. Call me.” Nicholas watched his friend walk away calmly, still keeping his balance after everything he had consumed. They both had good tolerance by this point.
Nicholas kept dancing on his own, smiling at a girl who gestured him up and down to indicate she liked how he was dressed. He laughed quietly, returning the gesture.
And then, his eyes met a guy in the distance, at the bar. He kept dancing, but through all the people, his gaze didn’t leave that man.
He looked pretty tall, though he couldn’t tell exactly how much. He was leaning back against the bar while drinking from his glass, staring right at him. Beside him were two guys laughing together, one the same size, with round cheeks and eyes. And another shorter one, with a face resembling a rabbit. He fixed his gaze back on that man. He had a very intense look, his hair —a very deep black— slicked back, with a few strands falling over his forehead. He lowered his eyes over his physique. He was wearing a tight shirt —and he could tell it was tight because of the muscles underneath— and pants that didn’t really have anything special. Sunglasses on top of his head. Nicholas internally laughed at that detail, sunglasses in a club? It hurt his fashion ego a little. But since the man was handsome, he wouldn’t complain.
Nicholas kept dancing, and that guy kept watching him. He clicked his tongue, apparently he’d have to make the move himself.
Getting into character, he searched with his eyes for someone with a cigarette —Yuma had taken his—. He found a man who was about to light one, so he approached seductively and with a wink, stole the cigarette, keeping it for himself. Before leaving, he inhaled and blew the smoke in that man’s face.
That was enough.
He walked toward the bar, purposely exposing his collarbones when he felt the man’s gaze on him again. He took another drag from the cigarette, stopping face to face with that man. Nicholas glanced at his friends, who stopped laughing when they noticed him. He could see that guy with the big eyes giving him an up and down look. He smiled mockingly when he realized.
He turned his gaze back to the black-haired man, who hadn’t looked away from him for even a second. “Wanna dance?” His words were low, exhaling cigarette smoke right in front of that man. The dark-haired man set his drink down on the bar, giving him a flirtatious smile. Dimples appeared. That completely turned Nicholas on.
The guy winked at his friends as he moved closer to Nicholas. He took one of his hands, lowering his face to place a soft kiss on it. Nicholas wanted to scoff at the act; apparently the man had experience. He gave one last look to the man’s friends, feeling the intense stare of the big-eyed guy on him. He winked back, turning toward the center of the club; dragging the man with him.
—
Nicholas let out a soft moan at the impact of his body against the wall. They hadn’t danced even five minutes before the man dragged him into a bathroom. First time he’d gone to that club with Yuma; there were lots of bathrooms and they were the perfect size. He was grateful they’d chosen that club.
He locked the door as best he could, feeling his mouth get devoured hungrily by the taller man. He was very dominant, he felt his hands firmly gripping his waist, his tongue powerfully exploring his mouth and every so often bites on his lower lip. They pulled apart in search of air, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
“Age?” He spoke somewhat breathlessly, recovering his breath.
The man seemed to look at him for a few seconds too long, letting out a crooked laugh. “Old enough to be here.” His voice was low, slightly mocking. Nicholas rolled his eyes at his attitude.
“Are you clean?” Maki gave him a smile, pulling a condom from his back pocket.
“Relax, gorgeous. I only pick a few, and I always protect myself.” He winked. Nicholas rolled his eyes again, a smile forming on his lips.
“Then stop wasting time.” Nicholas pulled him back into a kiss, being lifted easily. Nicholas guided him from where they were to the sinks; they were built into a flat counter, so he was able to sit there. The man pulled slightly away from the kiss to look at him carefully. Then, he slowly took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs and arms. Nicholas softly bit his lip at the sight. Seeing the man’s hands move toward his own clothes, he leaned back, giving him easier access. He lifted his arms, and now his defined abdomen was exposed. Not as muscular as that man’s, but toned. A smile formed on his lips.
They kissed again, the man’s warm hands on Nicholas’s waist. The kiss was slow, tongues playing with each other. They exchanged saliva as if it were a game, feeling their erections create friction through their clothes. The man let out a growl at the need to be freed. They separated, only millimeters from each other’s lips. Nicholas licked them playfully. The man stared at him, mesmerized for a few seconds, then lowered his gaze and gently shook his head while laughing quietly, hands still burning against the blond’s skin.
They kissed again, but this time, Nicholas brought one hand to the man’s belt. Like an expert, he unbuckled it, smiling victoriously when he saw his trick had worked.
The man looked at him with a slight spark of curiosity, breaking the kiss only to remove his pants. They repeated the same step with Nicholas, both only in underwear. They kissed again, such a wet kiss that Nicholas could feel saliva trailing from his lips. Taking a soft impulse, he got down from the counter; now standing beside the man. The height difference only lasted a few seconds before Nicholas knelt down. He rested his knees on the floor, without warning. The man watched him with pure desire.
He moved toward the fabric covering the man’s length, giving it a soft, provocative lick over the clothing. His eyes locked with the man’s. A deep moan was his reward.
Then, without giving him much time, he grabbed the edge of the garment, pulling it down. He was met with a cock longer than he expected; thicker too. He felt his own erection throb just at the sight. His face lightly bumped against the erection, and instinctively the man opened the condom he had brought, putting it on. Nicholas could only bite his lip at the sight.
Once it was on, he stuck out his tongue, placing it at the base of the cock. Then, with almost torturous slowness, he dragged it to the tip, sucking there briefly. A ‘pop’ left his lips when he did.
Nicholas kept his gaze fixed on the man, who had a growing smile on his face. The blond stuck his tongue out again, this time only sucking and licking the tip. He toyed like that, testing the man’s patience. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab his hair, and the man’s hips move toward him. He was forced to take the full length all at once. A muffled sound left his throat, but the man didn’t move. He only looked down at him with a playful smile while slowly caressing the blond’s head.
After a few seconds, he started fucking his mouth. At first it was slow, calm. He made sure to go deep enough that Nicholas’s muffled sounds became frequent, but he gave him no break. Then desperation started to consume him. The thrusts into his mouth became erratic, very fast and uncontrolled. Nicholas could only take that erection without complaint, handling it with experience. Even though his mouth was being fucked, he licked and circled his tongue whenever he could, lightly tightening his lips to create pleasurable pressure.
The man pulled away abruptly, leaving Nicholas with his mouth wide-opened, begging for more. The man simply lifted him up, hoisting him back onto the sink counter. Nicholas could see the man’s cock—the tip red, pre-cum dripping from it. It was clear it ached now that it was no longer being touched. He bit his lip, feeling the urge to take that length into his mouth again—
But suddenly, he was turned around, forced onto all fours in that cramped space. He felt his boxers being yanked down, gasping at the sensation of the cool air at his exposed skin.
He moaned as he felt the man’s hands on his buttocks, spreading them apart and squeezing them with urgency. But he grew even more aroused as he felt his anus being licked.
“Wait!” It was useless. The man was already busy licking and fucking his hole with his tongue. Nicholas began to fill the bathroom with moans he tried to stifle. His buttocks were squeezed hard, while he felt that tongue moving desperately. He hadn’t planned on a stranger—let alone one as hot as that dark-haired guy— doing something like that. Normally, they went straight to sex.
He felt a void when the man stopped sucking, but let out a gasp when he saw the man sit up and hold three fingers in front of his mouth. He took them, licking them just as before. His tongue ran over all three fingers, trying to moisten them thoroughly. Then, the man inserted all three without hesitation, causing a muffled cry from the blond. Nicholas could only moan, trying to stifle his sounds as the three fingers moved inside him.
“You sound so good…” Maki murmured as he pulled away for just a few seconds, the hot air from his mouth brushing against his parts. Without waiting long, he sat up. He withdrew his fingers and aligned his cock at the blond’s entrance, entering without waiting for permission. Nicholas let out a loud moan, feeling his lips being kissed in an attempt to muffle his sounds. The man didn’t move for a few seconds, taking the time to explore his body while licking and biting his lips.
After a few minutes like that, Nicholas began to move his hips, begging to be fucked. The man smiled against the kiss and began to move. Every thrust he made was slow and deep, making sure to hit Nicholas’s sensitive spot. He broke the kiss, lowering his gaze to the blond’s spread legs, touching his hips. He watched as his cock was swallowed by the young man, growling at the sight.
The man decided to pull out of the blond’s hole. Nicholas let out a sound of protest, but stopped complaining when the man turned him over, lifting him so that his back pressed against his man’s defined chest. His hands lifted and held his legs, spreading them apart. He wrapped an arm around the man’s neck, resting it on his shoulders, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Seeing the man’s throbbing erection, he let out a gasp of need. And with that, the dark-haired man inserted his penis, beginning to fuck him in front of the mirror.
Nicholas was grateful to have found a man with such strength. Being lifted and fucked like this was something he hadn’t experienced until that moment. His gaze was fixed on how the man’s cock slid in and out of him, but it wandered when he felt his nearest nipple being licked and kissed by the dark-haired man. Nicholas couldn’t help but turn up the volume on his moans, lowering his gaze from the mirror to the man holding him. He bit his lip at the sight; he had totally gained lottery with that man.
The dark-haired man looked up, leaving the nipple unattended. He smiled as their eyes met, leaning in for a kiss. He controlled the touch with a slow rhythm, less frantic than before, but no less lustful. He began to pick up the pace, moving his hips erratically. Due to the speed of the movement, his penis sprang out against his will, so he gently lowered the blond man again, this time still on his back but with his feet on the floor. Unfortunately, the table wasn’t big enough to fuck him doggy-style, so it would have to be this way. He spread the blond man’s legs, entering him again.
Nicholas looked at himself more closely in the mirror this time. He moaned when the man grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling him back to lift his neck and kiss the spot. His thrusts were messy and desperate, without losing that strong rhythm that made their skin resonate. Nicholas moaned as he felt the kisses move to his mouth, and the hand that wasn’t pulling his hair touch his own erection without warning. He had almost forgotten about that.
Nicholas moved his hips to help, feeling the intense stimulation bringing him closer to climax. His prostate being stimulated, his lips devoured, and the man stroking him with that light pressure and quick movements—it was driving him wild.
The man broke the kiss for just a few seconds, long enough to whisper, “You’re beautiful…” And he pulled him back into a kiss.
Nicholas smiled at the words. He heard them often; they always came back for him, too. But the smile didn’t last long, as a couple more thrusts sent him over the edge. His semen shot out, splattering both the man’s hand and the countertop. He moaned loudly and felt the strength drain from his legs, at which point the man moved his hand—which had gone limp—from his hair to wrap around his waist, holding him steady. With the other hand, he didn’t stop stroking him until a few seconds later. He kept fucking him while all this was happening.
A couple more thrusts and the man came too, filling the condom with his semen. He didn’t stop moving—slower now—until he’d filled the entire condom, not a single drop left. He withdrew his penis, staring intently at the blond man through the mirror. Without looking away, he licked the drops of semen from his hand, smiling as a stupid laugh escaped the blond man’s mouth.
Then, the black-haired man removed the condom, tying it off before throwing it into a trash bin. Nicholas was trying to regain his strength, his breathing still uneven. His gaze was lowered, so he was surprised when a pair of hands lifted him and sat him on the counter. The man had a few paper towels. He dampened them with one of the sinks, and cleaned the stained areas on Nicholas. That confused him a little, truth be told.
Normally it was arrive, fuck, leave. What had happened before, and this now, wasn’t something he was used to doing. In fact, he couldn’t remember if he had ever done it in his life.
He watched as the man repeated the action on himself, and then threw away the papers. He watched as he picked up his clothes, slipping on his boxers in one motion, and brought his own to his feet. The man lifted his gaze, calm, when he saw the blond not accepting the gesture of putting his clothes on him. He blinked slowly, swallowing as he felt embarrassed. He slipped his feet into the garment, feeling the man pull it up until he couldn’t anymore because Nicholas was sitting down. The blond stood, feeling how immediately the man finished putting on his boxers.
Then, he simply went to get his own clothes, and handed Nicholas his. Both got dressed in silence, calm. When Nicholas was finishing buttoning his shirt, the man spoke.
“Can I have your number?” He didn’t even realize when the black-haired man was standing in front of him, cellphone in hand. Nicholas analyzed him for a few seconds; he didn’t usually repeat encounters like that with strangers from a club. But that man… he couldn’t exactly say no.
“Fine.” Nicholas took the cellphone, saving his number. He put his name in the contact, only then realizing they didn’t know each other’s names.
“Nicholas…” Murmured the black-haired man, a smile forming on his lips as he received the cellphone and read the name. “Nice to meet you, Nicholas.” Maki put away his cellphone, only to lean down slightly and kiss the blond’s hand, just like at the beginning. “Maki.” He said once he straightened up again.
The blond raised his brows in slight surprise upon hearing the boy’s name. He hadn’t really expected that name. But he smiled. He finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his cellphone. “I have to go.” He said, texting Yuma.
The black-haired man nodded slowly, watching his movements. “It was a pleasure.” He gave him a smile, heading toward the door. Nicholas followed him, waiting for it to be opened.
And once it was, he moved to leave, in search of Yuma. But it was completely unexpected when the man, named Maki, grabbed his chin and planted a kiss on him. A gasp escaped his lips, but he didn’t refuse. It was slow, their tongues brushing against each other calmly. Maki broke the kiss and winked at him, letting him leave.
Nicholas looked at him for a few extra seconds, letting out air through his nose in a small laugh. He left, not without glancing back at the black-haired man one more time.
—
“Idiot, what did you drink?” Nicholas complained while Yuma had an arm around him, unable to hold himself up. He had found him hugging two girls in the same condition, nearly asleep.
They were walking toward his car. Well, Nicholas was walking, because Yuma was just hanging onto him, his feet not even moving. Nicholas complained, struggling against his friend’s weight. He sighed gratefully when he managed to brace Yuma against his car. He took out his keys and unlocked it, opening the back door. Somehow, he shoved Yuma inside, where he ended up sprawled across the back seats. “What a nightmare..” Nicholas muttered. With effort, he adjusted Yuma into one seat, managing to strap the seatbelt across him.
He sighed exhausted, closing the back door. Then, he went to the other side of the car, opening his own door. He sat down, fastening his seatbelt. He looked through the mirror at Yuma, who was asleep with his mouth hanging open in his seat, mumbling who knows what. He started the car, shaking his head.
He dedicated himself to cursing his friend out and driving toward home.
—
In his bed, he had Yuma clinging to him. The boy was sleeping peacefully, using Nicholas as a pillow. The blond had taken care of removing his shoes, those tight pants, and his shirt, dressing him in comfortable pajamas. So there they were, both in pajamas, Nicholas trying to sleep while Yuma used him like a sack of potatoes.
He shook his head slowly, resigning himself to hugging his friend and closing his eyes to sleep. He couldn’t believe that idiot had graduated with some of the best grades in university.
—
The next morning, Nicholas felt his cellphone buzzing. It was six in the morning. At best, they had slept maybe four hours. When he got up, he could hear the sound of the shower stopping. Yuma was already awake. He sighed, getting out of bed. At this point, Yuma lived with him more than in his own apartment. And they were right next door.
He left his room heading toward the kitchen. He went and put water on to boil, taking out some electrolyte packets and placing a few slices of bread in the toaster.
He prepared breakfast for Yuma, leaving him a cup of water with the dissolved electrolytes already in it. It was to help with the hangover, though in reality Yuma never really suffered from that. It was incredible, he truly didn’t understand how he managed it.
He left breakfast served, heading back to his room. Yuma was using the bathroom inside it so he had no choice but to use the guest bathroom. He went and prepared himself a shower.
They had one hour max to get ready. They had to arrive at the establishment by 7am, even though classes started at 8. But they had to receive instructions and all that.
—
Nicholas drove while Yuma complained that yesterday he hadn’t wanted to end up in that state, but he had lost all the bets and had no choice but to drink.
Nicholas only judged him.
“At least I didn’t end up fucking someone!” Yuma accused.
Nicholas rolled his eyes. “You would’ve been jealous if you saw what he looked like.”
Yuma looked at him curiously. “Alright, describe him.”
Nicholas parked the car, getting out alongside Yuma. Both looked completely different from yesterday; Nicholas wore rectangular glasses, a gray shirt —of which only the collar showed— under his white cardigan; straight brown pants and polished black shoes. Yuma dressed similarly, except he wasn’t wearing a cardigan, just a shirt. And he had chosen a brown one, with straight black pants, same as his shoes.
“Tall, muscular, black hair slicked back. His face— he had dimples.” Yuma made an approving sound at that detail. “And a sharp jawline. Eyes kind of like a puppy’s. He looked straight out of a movie.” Yuma laughed at the comment.
“And you’re saying he dressed you and even sucked your—“
“Idiot, shut up.” Nicholas elbowed him. They had already entered the establishment. It was empty, no students yet. They had managed to arrive a little after 7:10.
“Sorry, sorry.” Yuma held the area he’d been hit. “It’s just— that’s really uncommon. I’m surprised.” Nicholas nodded at those words.
“I know. He asked for my number too.”
Yuma’s mouth dropped open. “Maybe he liked you. Everyone always ends up liking you.” He laughed, clapping like they were in a park.
“Yuma!” Nicholas scolded him, earning a ‘sorry.’ “I don’t know. You know I don’t usually accept numbers, but he— he was something else entirely.”
Yuma nodded quietly. “Now I’m curious.”
They kept walking, following the directions from a school map they had been sent by email. They were on their way to administration to receive instructions.
—
Nicholas was standing outside the classroom he would be teaching in. First hour of the day, and he was already about to teach an English class.
Inside the classroom, the principal was informing them that they would have a new teacher that year. It was this class’s final year.
When the principal opened the door, Nicholas gave a small bow. He entered, now he simply had to teach the class.
But he wasn’t nervous at all. He had enough charisma to carry himself well. He closed the door behind him, walking toward his desk. He set down his things, and raised his gaze to the class.
“Good morning, I’m your new English teacher. Nicholas, nice to meet you all.” He gave a slight bow, clapping his hands together once. “Who here speaks one or more languages besides Korean?” He looked expectantly at the students, seeing a couple hands go up.
“Perfect. Alright, let’s start with a brief introduction from each of you. There aren’t many of you, so it won’t take too much class time.” Nicholas checked his watch. “Does anyone have any questions? If not, a volunteer.” He finished speaking.
At that moment, a hand from the back lifted, Nicholas gave him the floor. He couldn’t see the student well, since he was leaning back. The backpack on the desk covered him just like the students in front of him did. Then, he stood up.
Nicholas felt a bucket of water fall over him.
“Yes, professor.” He bowed. “My name is Maki, eighteen years newly turned. I like..” He paused, showing his teeth. “Dancing.” He finished speaking, the dimples not ceasing to mark themselves on him.
Please, this couldn’t be happening.
The man he had fucked yesterday, was his student?
What ridiculousness. That’s why he asked his age! Son of a bitch. This was the worst possible scenario.
He cleared his throat, swallowing saliva. “Good…” He said, low. “Keep introducing yourselves.” He directed himself to his desk, unpacking some things from his bag.
“Byun Eujioo, eighteen years old.” Nicholas lifted his gaze again. He wanted to die when he saw it was yesterday’s man’s friend; that round-eyed boy who hadn’t taken his eyes off him. This was illegal. “I like fencing.” He gave a slight bow before sitting down. Nicholas bit his cheek when he realized the smiles on both their faces.
“Shigeta Harua.” He heard a third voice, moved his gaze, a laugh almost escaped him at how absurd this was. It was yesterday’s third companion, the one who resembled a rabbit. “Eighteen. I like cats and hiking.”
Nicholas nodded with a smile, forced, but one that managed to look natural. As if he didn’t recognize any of those faces.
The students kept introducing themselves, he managed to remember one or another name. Once they finished, he did his best not to lose his composure and teach the class.
Completely ignoring that gaze that never left his person.
—
“Nicholas, you don’t know, I just met a teacher who is so—“
“Yuma.” Nicholas interrupted him through the line. “Where are you, I’m on my way to the parking lot.”
“Huh? No way, I’m hiding in the teacher’s lounge bathroom. I’m telling you Jo is so—“
“Good, I’m heading there.” He cut him off. He redirected his path, hurried steps. It was the first break of the day and as soon as class ended he shot out of the classroom, with the excuse that he had been summoned.
When he arrived at the teacher’s lounge, he gave a slight bow to the few present before going to the bathroom. As soon as he entered, Yuma was fixing his appearance in the mirror. Nicholas rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him.
“The man from yesterday.” He began, feeling like he was going to faint. Yuma raised a brow. “Is my student.”
The silence after those words was immense.
But the laugh Yuma let out afterward was worse. Nicholas closed his eyes in frustration.
“No way— this is legendary. I need to tell Koga—“
“No! He’ll kill me.” Nicholas ran a hand through his hair, desperate. “And those two brats who were with him yesterday are there too.” He felt like he was almost crying from rage.
“Oh no. This is not good at all.” Yuma sounded serious, but the smile on his face wouldn’t leave. “What are you going to do?”
Nicholas looked at him bewildered. “I’m telling you so you tell me what to do, idiot!” He walked in circles.
Yuma looked at him in silence. “Block him.” He said, as if it were enough of a solution. “Ignore him.” He shrugged.
Nicholas looked at him with narrowed eyes. “He has my number, I don’t have his.” He said, with an obvious tone. “He didn’t even call me—
A notification interrupted him. Nicholas went silent. Yuma too. He took his cellphone without taking his eyes off Yuma, only lowering them to read the message that had arrived.
‘So you’re a professor, huh? I’d be interested in having some English lessons.’
Unknown number. Nicholas threw his cellphone onto the sink counter upon reading that.
Yuma looked at him incredulously. He took the cellphone, his mouth falling wide open when he read the message. “Block him block him.” He said, desperate.
Nicholas nodded, with the same level of desperation as Yuma. He took his cellphone, unlocked it and blocked the number, deleting the message.
“Could this not get any worse?” He complained, one hand running through his hair.
Now he truly.. regretted having made an exception with yesterday’s man.