Pretty Boy

The Bottom's Going To Drop Out From Under Our Feet

Hogan:

Biking my way up along the sight of an incandescent city, I follow Serge's path and try my best to cover up my cold state.

I wasn't kidding when I said that I didn't know where his sweater was. Hell, I even forgot where I'd thrown it after taking it off of him. But my laugh probably didn't convince him because even when he left me there in the woods, I still couldn't find it. Damn, now, I'm just a shivering boy sitting naked on my fucking bike. Talk about karma.

We finally halt at a stop as Serge drops his bike along the lines of the highway, and it's only then that I realize that he actually led me to the bridge where we used to hang out.

I haven't really gotten to go here since I came home. It's not that I didn't want to; it just doesn't feel right when I'm not wandering this sight along with Serge. This is our place. And even though we don't get to hang out here most of the time, I could only think of this scene as the set where I get to lend myself to him without even bothering about anyone else.

"Just give me a few minutes," he says while placing his hands along its railing.

I just let my feet stand next to him, and let myself settle in the same position as I take in the city's visual.

The dashes of light beheld in front of us are just as beautiful as they were before. I mostly love the way they reflect in the waters below us and how the crowds of noise fall while forming a vision of peculiarity.

It's definitely mesmerizing, and you could be purely hypnotized just by looking at it. But even with its beauty, I can't seem to let myself drown in the view since I'm still stuck staring at the pretty boy next to me.

Serge is definitely handsome. I don't even know why he thinks he isn't since his face is probably one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He isn't necessarily on the hot scale, but he's more on being pretty. He has a sharp jawline, which I couldn't help but adore, and blue eyes that seem kind of dead, yet never fail to let me fall for it. He just looks flawless, even without trying to do so. I could only wish he could know how much he affects me just by looking at him. But of course, anxiety can be a bitch for anyone, and I know how much it cripples him.

"I could feel you staring at me," he warns.

Even though I still want to fix my eyes on him, I forcefully switch my gaze back to the view and indulge once again in the streams of the city.

I don't even know what's going on or what he's doing, but the next thing I know is that Serge is taking off my sweater and tying it to the bridge's railing. It's funny because even though I should probably question him why he did that, I couldn't seem to stop myself from feeling awestruck by his shirtless body.

"Why?" I find my self muttering.

He just gives me a flashing smile and stretches his body as if he's trying to settle down from the cold.

"I just thought it wouldn't be fair if I let you get home naked without making myself suffer as well."

It's definitely thoughtful of him to even think of me, but at the same time, I don't really mind him having my sweatshirt. It's even nice to think that it'll probably leave a scent coming from him after he gives it back to me.

Serge doesn't seem keen on that idea though, because he tries to block my hand as I untie it from the railing. I just jokingly snarl at him and try not to budge as I continue to battle my way with his arm and release the fabric. I sadly fail though, because as I let it go, it slips from my hand and flies out into the open winds.

Serge just gasps next to me and covers his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter.

I can't even stop my mouth from hanging open since I'm too stunned by what just happened. I even try to lean in further to at least see where it went. And when I do spot it, it's already flowing its way along the deep currents of the river.