Chapter 7 This Nong!

Max POV

I just want to be alone with him.

We barely exchanged a word with each other.

Nat was really cute on the way to the studio.

A cute nong, as he had already announced.

But I just couldn't respond.

I'm so afraid of my own words.

Once I open my mouth, everything will flow out of me.

I can feel that very clearly.

That guy.

He was trying to kiss some guy.

And my mind just can't fight my jealousy.

"Pi, where are you taking me?", I hear my Nat ask behind me.

His dainty hand is in mine.

Where it belongs.

"Pi?", Nat calls out again.

I just can't answer.

I just want to be alone with him.

We'll be late back, then.

I just want to be alone with him.

What is this nong doing to me?

"Max!", Nat pulls my hand and I finally stop, "Where are you going? We're already so far away. Can't we talk here in the park?"

I finally turn to him.

He looks so rushed.

How could I?

Of course, he can only lag behind my big steps.

He is so pale.

His body is still struggling with the alcohol.

I need to be more careful with my nong.

"Come, let's sit here!", I point to a park bench.

The grounds around our studio are beautifully green and, most importantly, fenced.

No unwanted press.

An oasis of relaxation between shooting dates.

Nat nods.

His sweet eyes smile at me.

I take him by both hands and pull him onto my lap.

Our hands are intertwined on his legs.

I can finally hug him again.

I press my face into his neck and breathe in his scent.

And his chuckle makes me smile.

So carefree.

With this nong, I can be so carefree.

And yet I feel so indescribably heavy.

I don't know what to say.

I can't trust myself.

"Max, what's wrong?", I hear Nat whisper, while my face is still pressed against his neck.

"Mhmmm!", I mumble.

He turns sideways and takes my face in his hands.

As if it's a matter of course.

The way we always are.

For three years, we've been getting closer and closer.

We cuddle, hug, hold each other tight.

We are so connected.

And for a long time now, no one is surprised when Nat sits on my lap.

Being carried by me.

We are tender to each other.

Sleeping together.

And sometimes even give each other a kiss on the mouth.

Just a little kiss.

Pi and Nong are allowed to do that.

We really love each other.

We are connected.

We are Maxnat.

We have been for so long.

Why does it suddenly feel so different?

It feels so different with my nong.

He holds my face in his hands and I feel like I've never felt before.

My heart aches at that touch.

And only one thought screams in my head.

Did he touch him like that too?

"Max?", Nat whispers my name, "Are you still mad at me about yesterday?", he asks cautiously.

I shake my head and finally look him in the eye.

"What's wrong with you? What's bothering you?" he asks me, stroking my face.

Don't do that, Nat.

My heart won't go along with that.

I put my hands on his and take them off my face.

And I can see in his eyes that he's worried.

What's wrong with me?

I'm not usually so speechless.

I don't want him to worry.

And so I bring his hands to my mouth and kiss them.

And reap the most adorable smile in the universe for it.

"Nong will make it up to you. I promise never to be so irresponsible again. Please talk to me again!" he promises with pouty lips.

And finally, I dare to speak my thoughts.

"You're not going out tonight, are you?", I hear myself ask.

Nat looks at me in surprise.

"I don't want you to go away tonight," I add, feeling a wild tingling in my body.

Nat smiles.

That nong!

"I'm not going away. Do you want to come to my place today? Let's just hang out and relax," he replies, nodding.

I don't know what's happening to me.

What has he done to me?

I feel a lump in my throat and can feel hot tears rising.

And before I can get to safety, Nat takes me in his arms.

He presses my head against his tender chest and ruffles my hair.

"What's the matter? Please talk to me!" he whispers in my ear and I just swallow my troubled feelings.

What am I going to say to him?

The bare truth presses against my soul and wants to be spoken.

I would so love to tell him that I know.

That he wanted to kiss someone else.

That he may yet do so.

That I saw exactly how he got several messages on the drive that he didn't want to look at in my presence.

And that phone call just now.

And I can feel the flaming anger rolling up inside me.

"Aren't you going to tell me who's been trying to contact you all this time?" my gruff tone startles me.

"Huh?", Nat stumbles.

And I get annoyed at his reaction.

"What do you mean?" he shows himself ignorant.

"Nat!" I look directly at him, "Who tried to call you? Who did you get all those messages from that you wouldn't read in front of me?", I finally free myself and immediately feel bad.

How childish am I, please?

How many times has Nat asked me about my calls and messages?

And every time, I thought it was so childish.

How can I possibly act this way?

Nat seems to notice my self-reproach.

He grabs my face again and forces me to look at him.

"It doesn't matter at all who tries to contact me. When I'm with you, nothing and no one matters!" he declares, moving even closer to me, "There's only you then!" he breathes into my face, "There's only you, Max!" I feel the warmth of his lips just before mine.

And my brain shoots the highest happiness hormones into my body.

Nat!

My hands obey only their own rules now.

I press him tighter against me and our breath floats into an intimate dance.

And Nat closes the last distance and presses the heavenly delight of his lips against mine.

And the moment of touch makes me completely lose control.

My breath mixes with a deep sound and escapes from my hungry lips.

And I press him even harder against me.

And the hot sensation in my lap makes me startle.

A little kiss.

Just a little kiss.

I'm not aroused.

I'm not.

It was just a kiss from my nong.

He kissed me.

That nong!

My body goes completely crazy and I gently take him off my lap and stand up carefully.

"We have to go back!", I declare, hearing my voice still allowing an excited pitch.

I can't look at him and take him by the hand.

Pull him behind me.

Back again.

We have to go back again.

And Nat's giggle doesn't escape me.

That Nong!

What's he doing to me?

Nat, what are you doing to me?