Sometimes you are so cheeky

Will

— Will, open this door! — she says again. Nate gets off me, looking lost.

— It's my mother!

— Didn't you say your parents would be away for the weekend?

— I don't understand either, Nate! Now, hide in the closet, and I'll open the door. Have you seen the towel?

He stands up, picks up his clothes from the floor, and throws the towel to me. I wrap it around my waist, and look at him.

— Disconnect the bluetooth...

I take a deep breath, walk slowly to the door, and realize that the music has gone silent, and hear only my mother knocking on the door, and calling my name desperately. When I finally open the door, I meet her gaze, which is not pleasant at all.

— What was that noise? That infernal music playing over and over, and me calling you like crazy!

— Oh, was that music? — Good, I thought she had heard my groans, which were not few. — Why did you come back?

— I forgot my laptop, and I need to send some documents this weekend...

— And there was no way to get a laptop there?

— I had. Except that the documents are only saved in my personal notebook!

— Mom, I told you not to do that! If you lose your notebook, or suddenly there is some problem with it, what then?

— I never do that, but this time I forgot! — You forgot and ruined my moment because of your forgetfulness. — Why was the door closed, and did you take so long to open it?

— Oh, because I was having sex, Mom! — I exclaim and smile.

— I don't know why I even ask you anything! — he says, and I let out a laugh.

— Will you be back today?

— No, I'll be back early tomorrow, we'll spend the day and come back Monday afternoon! Have you had dinner yet?

— Now. I'm going to sleep. The trip has taken a lot out of me, and I'm still tired. Good night!

As soon as I say goodbye to my mother, I lock the door, and my boyfriend comes out of the closet with astonished eyes, and throws a pillow in my face.

— Will, are you crazy? How do you tell your mother that you were having sex?

— I know my mother. If I said anything, she wouldn't believe me, so it was better to tell the truth, and she didn't believe me anyway!

— You are crazy! — he exclaims and picks up his wallet, putting it in his pocket.

— Where are you going?

— I'm going to my place! — he says, I come closer, wrap my arms around his neck, stare at him using a look and my usual sly voice.

— Please don't go Kitty! Stay here with me, I'll be so lonely. He sighs and shakes his head.

— You are a manipulator, you know that? You keep using that voice and that sly look on me, thinking you're going to win me over!

— That's a lie, I don't do that!

— Yes, it does!

— Please stay here!

— No.

— Please, Kitten! Let's sleep cuddling, and tomorrow when she leaves, we'll have peace of mind to fuck all day! — I say and Nate stares at me in amazement. — What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?

— You say things in a way, which perplexes me.

— What is the perplexity? Just because I said we are going to fuck all day?

— It's that you talk like this... — Before he finishes, I complement.

— You will say that you have not thought about this possibility, or even, about the agreement we made!

— What agreement?

— Let's take turns!

— Will... — he rolls his eyes as he speaks my name.

— You mean you haven't thought about it? — I ask and let go of the arms that were around his shoulders. He turns his back to me, and I wrap my arms around his waist, bringing my mouth to his ear. — Really? You haven't thought about it?

I feel his body tremble, and that makes me happy. I lightly bite his ear.

— Stop it! Your mother is there...

— Sometimes you're so cheeky, and sometimes it's like this....

— How so?

— Playing hard to get, Nate!

[...]

There are moments that we plan, and they end up not working out. That's what happened this weekend, I invited Nate to my house, I thought we would have some intense moments, and that's not how it happened. My mother came home suddenly, the next day she would leave, that's not what happened either, she had problems with her papers, and when I woke up the chaos on earth was done. My father returned early, and the two of them spent the day calling a bunch of people, meeting some people at home, and I had to be content with taking Nate home, getting away from some fans, and journalists. We had lunch with his family, exchanged a few kisses, and that was it.

I confess that I thought about suggesting that we sleep together, but his aunts slept over at his place, and there was no point in sleeping with him. After all, we live disguising the fact that we are not a couple, and when we are alone, I think too much about sex, and I couldn't bear to sleep next to him again without us doing something.

[...]

The week started with a lot of work. Photos for advertising campaigns, recording commercials, and many interviews. One of them is making me nervous, because the agenda that was passed on to us, brings many questions related to personal life, relationships, scenes that made us feel ashamed, besides some frames of the program that proposes unpleasant situations.

The presenters are a man and a woman. The presenter's hair looks like stone, it doesn't move from place, and his suit is too colorful, which doesn't match his white pants. The presenter, on the other hand, wears a very short and low—cut dress, and her hair doesn't move from place in every movement, in addition to a very strong make—up for an interview in daylight, in a garden. Every question we are asked, I notice their looks at me, and my boyfriend's looks at both of us, and at me. Nate and I are sitting, next to each other. The host, Rick, asks something that makes us embarrassed.

— So boys, I've been looking at the social networks, and you are very famous, and this weekend there was a very commented tag on Twitter, which said: #Natenaoquereuquero. Have you seen it?

— No! — we said in unison.

— Most of the people on this tag were men, and they were all commenting on pictures of Will, and talking about how handsome they thought he was, and how they wanted him. Not to mention that you, Nate, were wasting your time in not wanting anything to do with Will.

— Did the comments have that tenor? — I ask.

— I even know a few fanboys, who would do anything to have a moment with you? — he says, smiles, and looks at me in a strange way, as if he wants to eat me with his gaze.

Nate stares at him with a murderous look, and to make matters worse the hostess laughs and complements.

— And I'm looking at this fanboy now! — and looks in the direction of the idiotic presenter. Before I can say anything my boyfriend speaks up.

— Is this going to be edited? Or are you going to air it just like that, along with your lack of professionalism?

Realizing that the mood has become awkward, the director pauses the recording. I hold Nate's hand, and pull him away from the recording space.

— What was that all about? Did you need all that?

— I am not iron, Will! He wants to eat you with his eyes, thinks it's not enough, and comes with this hashtag story, talking shit to my face. I feel like breaking this son of a bitch's face!

— Hey, calm down! Remember what we agreed with the team? We knew they would ask this kind of question...

— The problem is not the questions, but the way he looks at you, the way he insinuates himself, and even at that time of the golf demonstration, he held the club and pushed his butt to your side, and...

— What do you think? He pushes his ass, and I'm going to get a hard-on from that?

— Will... — he calls my name, I approach, trying my best not to show anything, or not to get too close.

— You know me, and you know that I only have eyes for my Kitty! — I exclaim, and then look at him, who smiles and rolls his eyes.

We return to space. Rick approaches me.

— Sorry Will, I didn't mean to sound like an idiot, but it's inevitable not to agree with the tenor of this tag! — he says and touches my hand. I stare at him, and quickly pull his hand away.

— All right, Rick... Can we continue? I still have a lot of things to do.

He looks at me in a way that bothers me, and says something to further embarrass me.

— You're too handsome, and that mouth of yours. — As I listen, I stare at him angrily.

— If you didn't want to look like an idiot, you failed miserably! — As soon as I say it, he looks at me a little embarrassed, I turn my back, he grabs my arm, I pull it back and walk over to stand next to Nate who looks very irritated.

The director starts recording again, and Rick asks us, this time he asks us to stage a breakup between Thirasak and Wanchai. I look at Nate, and begin to speak what is on my mind.

— Thirasak, I don't think I can do it anymore, I'm tired!

— What? What do you mean, Wanchai?

— I don't think our relationship is working out anymore, there are so many people around us saying things, and you are letting yourself get carried away by this nonsense, and I just can't take it anymore!

— Wanchai, is that what I'm thinking? — he asks, and I nod my head in agreement.

— I want to finish!

As soon as I speak, I notice his eyes harden, and a tear runs down his face. His reaction makes me anguished. We look at each other as if all those words were real, and this makes me feel an immense urge to cry.

[...]

After that damned interview that left us a little shaken in many ways, we drove to his house. During the whole way, he just looked at his cell phone, and the silence was present in the car. I think that the questions, especially the one referring to the hashtag, and the staged ending, left us a little shaken. I settle down on the couch, and he disappears from my field of vision. It takes a while, and I deduce that he must be in the shower, I am tempted to go, but something stops me, and the idea of termination, and that bad feeling from the interview returns to my mind and heart.

I get up and follow him to his room. As soon as I enter I find him wrapped in a towel, he stares at me in surprise, says nothing, and I decide to break the damn silence.

— Nate, why are we like this?

— How so?

— Without talking to each other. Was it because of that staging? — I ask, and he turns his back to me. I come closer, wrap my arms around his waist, and speak into his ear. — Did that bother you?

— I took a look at the hashtag that that idiot talked about, and I felt a little bad....

— Why? — I ask, and he detaches himself from my arms, and turns to look into my eyes.

— I know it may sound silly, and it's not jealousy, but when I read some of the comments I felt bad, and that role-playing made me think about the chance of us breaking up, and I've never felt so afraid of one thing, as I do now!

— Nate, why did you go looking at all that nonsense on Twitter? Seriously, I've already told you about this, not everything on the internet is worth it, and we will find a lot of mean people who wish us harm!

— I know, but you know I love reading comments, and it was a lot of people saying that even if I wanted to, I didn't deserve you, and...

— You have to stop this! You looked bad with the role-playing, and you got worse with these comments from nasty people who were talking shit....

He continues with an annoyed face, and I hug him, and he returns the hug. Nate sticks his mouth to my ear.

— Will you sleep here with me, Bunny?

— I'll sleep, but you have to promise me that you won't look at shit on the internet and then be like this, promise?

He shakes his head, smiles, and I smile back. I take his mouth gently, and squeeze his back. The kiss becomes intense, our bodies are glued together, and suddenly he stops the kiss. I open my eyes, he caresses my face.

— My mother is at my grandmother's, and she's not coming home today.

— What do you mean by that?

— I mean that we will be alone!

— Are you sure?

— I have, I talked to her! She won't be back until the weekend...

— I think you're having second thoughts, Pussycat!

— No. I just want to know if your relay proposal still stands?

— Of course you do! — I speak, and move my mouth closer to his ear. — There's something else starting to stand up, here!

I look at him again, wearing my most cynical smile. He runs his tongue lightly over his lips, and smiles. That's reason enough to be sure that our evening will be long and warm.