The Bad Boys Dirty Little Secret BL

Kai’s P.O.V

If my best friend came up to me one day and told me he was gay…I’d probably be fine with it. I’d probably even support him…even though watching my friend with his ‘boyfriend’ in public might still be uncomfortable for me and it might even cause a strain on my relationship with him, no matter how progressive I try to be or how much the world has changed.

I’d always been firm in my beliefs. I’d always believed I was meant to be who I was and I knew exactly who I liked.

Trust me; I had nothing against the LGBTQ+ community, as long as they had nothing to do with me. I’d seen men kissing other men. I had seen girls getting down and dirty in the club. They had been a pleasant show. Especially when I watched two hot as hell women kiss each other in the club, it had low-key made me want to join them as well.

But watching two men kiss each other like they were doing now? Watching them explore and touch? It had never really been my thing. Maybe because it made me kinda uncomfortable?

There will always be haters, opposed to the change. And then there will always be people like me, who grew up hearing ‘boys don’t cry’ and ‘men will be men’ and had known that to be part of the ‘normal’ in society since the day we were born.

But they…why…?

Why couldn’t I keep my eyes off of him?

“Hey, Kai!” Cole, my best friend since middle school, gave me a shove on the shoulders after he was done washing his hands in the bathroom sink. “Stop staring, it’s creepy.”

“Huh?” It took me a hot minute to realize that I had indeed been staring at them…at him.

The stall door was open only slightly, probably because they had been in a hurry to get inside that they had forgotten to shut it properly, forgetting the fact that the tiny crack made in possible for everyone outside to have a peak at what was going on inside the stall, despite the low moans.

“I’m not staring.” I lied through my teeth. “They should be more aware of where they are, if they didn’t want people to-”

“Ah!”

The sound of that rough, husky voice made me pause with my hand under the running water. Why did it make me want to see his face? Why was I suddenly so curious as to who that voice belonged to?

“Let’s get out of here.” Cole sprang back from the sink and after wiping his hand on a bunch of tissues, threw them onto the trash can and all but ran out of the men’s washroom.

The blaring sound of the speakers in the club momentarily crept into washroom as the doors opened and closed, drowning out the sounds of the moans coming from the stall, but it wasn’t long before the room was quiet once again and the sounds resumed with full vigor, drawing my attention towards them once again.

Honestly…I didn’t quite understand if the reason my heart was pounding in my chest was due to the beat of the drums reverberating through the floor or the fact that I could see more than just a hint of what was going on inside the stall.

“Shit!” I cursed when I realized that I had gotten my sleeves wet from the running water.

Shutting off the tap, I moved back and took out a couple tissues from the dispenser to wipe my hands, my eyes once again going back to the little slit in the stall door where the two men were kissing each other passionately.

But by now…they were doing a lot more than just kissing.

The first thing I had noticed had been one hazel eye and a mop of dark brown hair. He had been leaning back against the opposite wall and for a second, I had thought my eyes had met his in a heart-stopping moment, before I had snapped out of my trance and tried to focus on anything else but those eyes.

But it had been surprisingly impossible to do. I kept looking back, even as I saw him close his eyes and throw his head back as the blonde man in front of him began kissing his neck and he brought up his hand to clutch at his hair.

His hands had been another thing I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. They weren’t smooth or feminine like I had expected, but strong with prominent veins. It looked like he worked out a lot.

But this time, I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of belt buckles being unbuckled and chains being drawn down, and I knew it was time to get the fuck out of here. Because I wasn’t even drunk to use that as an excuse if I got called out for my peeping.

However, I stopped short just before passing the stall. I couldn’t see what was going on inside from this angle, but I was still able to see his hand palms down on the stall wall. He wore a silver ring on his index with an intricate design on it…and even though I had no business being curious, I still couldn’t move my eyes from his hand…from that ring…until I reached out and shut the stall door as carefully as I could; preventing anyone else from enjoying the show they were putting on.

Taking out my phone from my pocket, I checked to see if I had any miss calls or texts, because I knew that Cole was waiting for me right outside and he’s ask me why I was late. But the only calls and texts I had gotten were all from Ruby, my recent ex who was still trying to get back together with me despite her being the one who cheated first.

It didn’t matter anyway, because Ruby and I had never been serious and we weren’t planning to be. The only reason she was calling, was probably because she was ‘lonely’ and wanted me to keep her ‘company’.

It was another reason why I was laying low on the alcohol. I didn’t want to end up booty calling Ruby and then regretting it in the morning when she tries to use it against me to get back together again.