Chapter 245
"Mmm... this is so delicious!" Pole closed his eyes as he tilted his head back for emphasis.
"Don't be so loud. It's not that good," Cody said, eating quietly.
Lein stared at Pole, shaking his head at him, "Don't be too expressive, Pole." He said.
"Do you like the food, Andre?" Leon forces his eyes away from Pole, who had once again rolled his eyes at him.
"It's okay, right, Cross?" Andre immediately turned to Cross, a gesture that silently told Criss that he was with him and not with Leon.
Cross shrugged, "Just like Cody said, it's okay." He answered, looking at only Andre.
Andre slowly nodded, "He said it's okay." He reported Cross's reply as if he could no longer form a conclusion by himself from the food in his mouth.
Leon nodded, "Yeah..." he cleared his throat.
"Cody, can you call Royal and order more food?" Pole asked.
"You want more?" Leon questioned.
Pole nodded.
"Can you order more?" Leon asked Cody.
"No," Cody replied curtly.
Pole pouted, "Come on, Cody, please?" He tapped Cody's shoulder.
"It's okay, have mine. I'm not that hungry," Leon pushed his plate to Pole, smiling.
"It's probably poisoned," Cross muttered.
Andre gave him a secret look.
"It's true," Cross frowned.
Leon chuckled, ignoring Cross’s words.
"Thank you, kind sir," Pole took the food and winked at Leon before digging in.
Leon raised his brow at Pole and shook his head at the easily excited food that made him.
He was about to say something when he saw Andre’s hand move and something caught his eye. He thought it was blood but realised that it was just the red sauce on his thumb.
"Andre, I think you have a sauce stain on your thumb. I'll get you tissue," He said and stood from his chair.
"I got it," Cross’s voice halted Leon, who was about to leave the table.
Cross had a smirk on his face as he held Andre's hand and brought it up to his mouth; slowly, he covered his mouth over Andre's thumb and sucked the stain off.
"There, good as new." He licked his lips as he stared into Andre’s eyes, daring him to act withdrawn or disgusted.
Andre froze, blinking slowly; he could feel the surprised looks Cody and Pole were giving him, but he was just as surprised himself.
Cross was unpredictable, especially when jealous. But Andre liked it, maybe, Leon would get the hint now and back off.
"No need for your tissue, Uncle Leon. I think for once, I agree with Pole. The food is so delicious, I couldn't let it go to waste," Cross smiled at Leon.
Leon was speechless.
Leon thought Cross was going to provide a tissue for wiping Andre's hand, but he didn't. He did wipe it off, but not with proper equipment.
He cleared his throat, "That wasn't quite hygienic, Cross. A lot of germs are found on a person's hands. Licking it off with your mouth wasn't the best -"
"So you don't like blowjobs?"
"Pfft!" Pole spurted the water on his mouth on Leon's pants, covering his hand over his mouth.
"What an idiot," Cody muttered and stood from his chair, eyeing Pole nastily before walking away.
"Oh, my god! I'm sorry. Come on, follow me, I'll wipe that off, and, no, not with my mouth," Pole immediately stood and grabbed Leon's hand, dragging him away from the table before the situation got out of hand.
"Cross?" Andre called through clenched jaws as they were now the only people left at the table.
Cross smiled innocently at him, "Yes, baby?" He answered.
Andre stared speechlessly at Cross, not knowing what to even say to him.
"Damn, Cross... what was that?" He asked, raising a questioning brow.
Cross crossed his legs, "Be specific, baby. The thumb-licking, or the blowjob part?" He questioned.
Andre muttered under his breath, "Oh gosh, Cross... both. You were so..." he trailed off.
"I was so unapologetically claiming my man: you. Did you expect me to sit and chew on shrimps while Leon took his lame shot at you? Don't get me wrong, baby, I know you're never falling for him or anyone else because you already have me," he paused and winked at Andre.
"I was just making sure he got the hint and kept his ugly self away from my man," Cross stood, leaned over, and gently tugged Andre's collar, drawing him closer.
"You better flush your insecurities, doubts down the drain. I don't care what witch's voice is whispering shitty things to you and making you withdraw your emotions from me, making you want to keep your fucking distance in public. I don't play that way, sweetheart. If I'm yours, I'm yours." He pressed his lips on the shell of Andre's ear.
"Get that into your head, Mr. Boyfriend. I love you," He whispered and suddenly kissed Andre's lips.
"I'm going to wander around the beach. Call me when you're leaving. Stay away from guys that aren't me," Cross kissed Andre one last time and walked off, feeling fulfilled for the morning.
Andre was frozen in place, his social anxiety rearing its head at him. He could feel people staring at him and he didn't know how to act anymore. He was concerned that the people sitting at the nearby table might have heard Cross's words.
Apart from social anxiety, he was also having a panic attack; Cross had called him 'boyfriend' and had said he loved him, and so simply.
Love didn’t have a formula. It could be random and simple, just like Cross. But Andre seemed to be battling with that simple word.
Loving Cross?
He was suddenly pulled out of his sinking thoughts when his phone rang on the table.
Sighing, he robotically picked up the phone, still shaken from Cross’s territorial confessions.
"Hi, Tony?" He spoke quietly.
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