Vol 6 Bonus track 8

“Can I ask you something?”

“…Yes.”

“Do you… hate me now?”

At Philip’s childlike question, Peter blinked in surprise.

“You won’t answer my calls, won’t look me in the eye, won’t talk to me—if it’s not that, then is there another reason?”

“No, it’s not that…” Peter shook his head.

“Or is it that there’s someone else… that you like?” As he spoke, a bit of pride was hurt, and the veins in his hand holding the towel stood out.

“No. Why would I… I’d never…” Peter shook his head several times. Philip wrapped his large hand around Peter’s face.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“……”

“I need a reason, damn it.”

Philip Levin, who was always so confident and seemed to shine, mumbled, looking anxious. Only then did Peter realize that Philip’s face looked paler than usual, having been caught in the rain.

“…I went to a party.”

As Peter found the courage to speak, Philip looked up and asked, “A party?”

“A party at Liam’s house. Aaron told me about it. I went to apologize, because my brother had been rude to you. I wanted to make sure you were alright, so I…”

Even just mentioning it made his voice tremble. Peter lowered his head, fumbling with the hem of his wet shirt before he finally continued.

“I was just going to check in and see if you were okay…”

“You came to see me?”

At Philip’s question, Peter nodded slightly.

“It wasn’t like I was sneaking around. You were just… there…” Peter lowered his head. When he closed his eyes, he remembered Philip laughing with a cigarette in his mouth. And the girl who had wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him…

“I’m sorry.”

Peter apologized, his voice barely audible, as tears fell again. Philip sighed. He finally started to piece together what was going on.

“What are you sorry for?”

“…For being rude earlier.”

“And?”

“For not answering, for avoiding you, for lying about being sick…”

Round tears rolled down his cheeks. Philip cupped Peter’s face and gently wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“And?”

In a low voice, he gently urged him to go on.

“For leaving like that that night… I’m sorry. I thought if you made a mistake, you might get kicked out again… It’s not that I don’t like you. Even after seeing that, I still like you so much that…” His next words were cut off by a deep kiss. Philip, holding Peter’s face, kissed him intensely. Their tongues entwined, and their weight pressed together. Philip, with a focused look, kissed him as he lay Peter down on the old sofa.

“Hic…”

When their lips finally parted, Peter started crying again. His foolishly adorable face was so beautiful that Philip sighed.

“I don’t know how much you saw at that party,” Philip continued as he brushed the wet hair from Peter’s forehead.

“But I guess you missed me pushing that girl into the pool.”

“…What?”

“She called me a lunatic and cursed me out a lot.”

“…Oh.”

He’d gone to the party with some guys he worked out with, partly in the hope that, being there, he’d check his phone less. But he just kept sending pointless messages to Peter and regretting it. Then a girl he shared a class with greeted him and offered him a drink.

‘You’ve been glued to your phone since you got here. Did Philip Levin finally find someone worth obsessing over?’

He chuckled. The phrase “someone worth obsessing over” made him laugh. That’s exactly what it was. He was obsessing over Peter.

‘Philip.’

The girl had called his name. He looked up without much thought, only for her to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck. As she leaned in to kiss him, he pushed her forehead, sending her toppling into the pool.

‘Philip Levin! You crazy jerk!’

That was the first thing she shouted as she splashed in the water. Philip had walked away with a blank expression, far more concerned about his still-silent phone than her insults.

“I might be a trashy guy, but I’m not that kind of trash.” Philip’s words made Peter blush deeply.

“Feels a little unfair.”

At that small complaint, Peter held his hand tightly, looking flustered.

“I’m sorry. I mean, it’s just that, I thought you were… kissing her… so I assumed…”

“You assumed I’d kiss another girl?”

“…Yes.”

Peter’s unnecessary honesty left Philip speechless. Then he asked, “Why?”

“……but you don’t like men.”

“I haven’t really liked anyone in particular.”

 

“……”

 

“I swear, you’re the first.”

 

Peter mumbled, looking down, “Don’t lie.” Philip tilted his head slightly and asked, “A lie?”

 

“There were plenty of people you met, and they were all popular and pretty…” Peter’s voice trembled pitifully. Philip kissed him, more tenderly and gently than before.

 

“…You’re beautiful.”

 

“……”

 

As blood rushed to Peter’s pale face, the freckles on his nose stood out. Philip softly kissed the bridge of Peter’s nose and continued.

 

“It’s to the point where I wonder if I’m losing my mind—you look beautiful.” 

 

Philip’s kiss moved from Peter’s nose to his lips. As his tongue slid in, Peter closed his eyes. The deeper the kiss grew, the more weight pressed against Peter’s body. The old, narrow sofa creaked under their combined weight.

 

“…Hah….”

 

Their rain-drenched bodies began to heat up. Philip ran his hand down Peter’s cold back under his wet shirt, kissing him. Peter let out a sound like a small, helpless animal.

 

It was driving him crazy. Philip grabbed the back of Peter’s head and kissed him roughly.

 

Peter’s aroused member brushed against Philip’s stomach. As Philip pressed his thigh between Peter’s legs and rubbed, Peter trembled and climaxed.

 

“Ahh…”

 

Peter burst into tears. Philip held the crying Peter close, kissing him urgently. He was beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.

 

“Philip….”

 

“…Yeah.”

 

Philip answered in a dazed voice, heavy with excitement. Even just kissing felt like it might make him lose control.

 

“That… what you said earlier… that.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“This… this whole thing, you only want to sleep with me once… Just once, and then you’ll, so…”

 

Peter stammered, his tear-streaked lashes fluttering. Philip swallowed a curse.

 

“Why did you do it?”

 

When Peter asked that, Philip felt exposed, as if his emotions were laid bare. It was miserable and humiliating. The frustration of realizing Peter didn’t understand what he’d done it for hit hard.

 

Why? Isn’t it obvious? Because someone like you…

 

“…I like.”

 

“What?”

 

Philip looked Peter straight in the eye, as if confessing his deepest secret.

 

“Because I like you. I did it because I like you. I walked all the way here without being noticed, even helped you with your geometry homework…”

 

That night, after Peter went home, he couldn’t sleep and found himself looking at his notebook. He chuckled, noticing that, true to his claim of hating geometry, the pages were more filled with doodles than actual problem-solving. Round, cute handwriting. Just thinking about Peter writing those made him aroused. He pleasured himself looking at the notebook.

 

Afterward, he took a quick shower and sat at his desk to solve the problems.

 

His plan was to solve them all and ask Peter to forget everything that happened that day.

 

“…You know what I’m doing here is so obvious, don’t you? Of course….” Peter pulled Philip’s neck close, kissing him desperately. Philip, sucking on Peter’s parted lips, asked,

 

“What about you…?”

 

“What?”

 

“Do you like me?”

 

Philip knew the look Peter gave him—a gaze filled with intense first love. He was sure he looked at Peter the same way. But he wanted to hear it directly. Like a fool.

 

Peter’s words were muffled by the kiss, almost unintelligible. But one phrase, repeated over and over, came through clearly.

 

“I like you. I really… like you.”

 

Fueled by that raw, heartfelt confession, they clung to each other with all their strength.

They kissed while taking off each other’s wet clothes. Philip hugged Peter and sat him on his lap. As he put the small nipple in his mouth and sucked it, Peter trembled and hugged Philip’s neck.

“Huh… Ah…”

The nipple stood out as he bit it hard. Peter sobbed and called his name. Philip answered, and put his hand between Peter’s wet pants.

“…Philip… This is, ugh…..”

Peter sobbed and muttered, “It’s strange.” The pitiful voice stimulated Philip’s cruel nature. Philip opened his lips and filled his mouth with Peter’s chest. He sucked the small nipple and grabbed Peter’s buttocks, rubbing Peter’s groin between his legs.

Peter moaned softly. He wanted to touch more. Philip laid Peter down on the sofa and took off his pants and underwear. Peter’s aroused c*ck was visible between his slender legs. 

“Ah, wait, wait……”

Philip’s gaze blatantly revealed his desire. Peter tried to cover his legs with his hands, but Philip lifted Peter up while holding his ankles.

“Stay still.”

His eyes, which held a flash of excitement, scanned Peter’s naked body. Peter tossed his body, but his large hands lightly suppressed his movements. Philip set his teeth on Peter’s ankles and bit it. As he moved his tongue and sucked the inside of his foot, Peter’s c*ck twitched and hardened.

Philip’s oppressive gaze greedily violated Peter’s c*ck. Unable to close his legs or bend down, Peter floundered like a drowning man.

“Philip, this is, too, visible.”

Philip pretended not to hear Peter’s pleas. No, he had no room to listen. Philip licked Peter’s ankles, shins, and then thighs. His thin legs trembled.

“Philip, Philip…”

Peter tried to push Philip away by grabbing his shoulder, but the more he did, the more he bent inward and dug in. The moment his hot breath reached down, Peter screamed his name.

“Philip!”

Peter grabbed Philip’s arm.

“It’s so obvious…” 

It’s scary.

Peter finally burst into tears and shed his tears. Philip grabbed the books on the table and threw them down. The book that hit the light bulb simply restored the darkness in the basement.

“Is it okay now?”

Philip asked. However, he didn’t intend to hear the answer, so he buried his head down.

“Ah!”

Peter suddenly sat up at the wet sensation covering his lower body.

“No, wait, wait…. Ah… Haa…..”

It was a situation he had never imagined. Philip Levin would bury his head between a man’s legs and suck his p*nis. No, he had never imagined it with anyone. Peter’s face turned bright red. 

“Please, wait a minute, no. This… huh…… please.” 

Philip grabbed Peter’s thin thighs and subdued him, moving his lips.

The smell of water. The smell of sweat. And the smell of soft and subtle skin.

From head to toe, he wanted to put Peter’s skin in his mouth and taste it, sucking it until he felt congested. A messy desire mixed with appetite, s*xual desire, and sadism weighed down his entire body.

“I feel like it’s going to come out… Wait a minute, please…….” 

Philip wrapped his tongue around Peter’s erect p**is and sucked it.

“Huh, ugh… ah!”

A sour and fishy taste spread in his mouth. Hot semen flowed down Philip’s well-shaped lips.

“Haa.. haa..”

Peter’s chest rose and fell quickly. Philip slowly looked down at Peter, who was catching his breath under him. His eyes, which had quickly become accustomed to the darkness, could guess the shape. Peter realized what he had done too late and crouched down and started crying.

Philip stared blankly at the sight.

“Huh…..”

At that age, crying over something like this? He didn’t understand.

It was an absurdly immature and foolish act. And yet, how could it look so pretty?