Kevin's POV
I was buried under a mountain of paperwork.
Graduation was getting closer, and somehow that meant my life had become nothing but thesis work, financial statements, and endless paperwork designed specifically to give students headaches. There were requirements that needed to be submitted, reports that needed to be completed, and documents that seemed to multiply every time I finished one.
In the middle of all that chaos, my phone suddenly rang.
It was Aman—my classmate and the president of the student council.
"Hey, Kevin. I need your help," he said the moment I answered. "We can't find enough people from the other year levels and sections to join the pageant. Since you were first runner-up before, I was wondering if you'd be willing to join again?"
I leaned back in my chair.
I had already been first runner-up before. Wouldn't joining again be a little awkward?
Besides, what was the point?
At this point, the only thing I wanted was to graduate.
"What do I get out of it?" I asked him directly.
I didn't have time for things like pageants anymore. I was graduating, drowning in requirements, and now they wanted me to compete again?
"Well..." Aman hesitated for a moment. "Maybe I can introduce you to some of the other contestants. Who knows? You might find someone you like."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I know you like pretty boys, Kevs," he continued teasingly. "There's one guy we've been trying to convince to join. Maybe he's the one."
I rolled my eyes.
Aman was gay, and unfortunately for me, he knew more about my personal life than most people did.
He had once caught me flirting at a gay bar.
To be fair, I hadn't even wanted to go there in the first place. My youngest sister, Phoebe, had dragged me along. She knew I was bisexual, and she also knew exactly what my weakness was.
I wasn't particularly attracted to guys with rock-hard abs or huge biceps.
No.
Give me a cute face.
A little softness.
Someone handsome who looked adorable enough that I would want to pinch his cheeks.
That was my type.
"Aman..." I said suspiciously, "Can I at least see him before I agree to join?"
Aman laughed.
"Seriously?"
"Of course. What if I'm not his type or he is not my type?" I said. "Let me take a look first."
Aman wouldn't be hyping someone up this much if the guy didn't have something worth seeing.
****
Before heading to school, I stopped by Dad's office.
My family was Chinese. I was the eldest, while Phoebe was our youngest sibling.
Mom was currently pregnant and already close to giving birth. Apparently, we were expecting a baby boy.
Honestly, coming out to my family wasn't easy.
Being the eldest came with responsibilities.
A lot of responsibilities.
I couldn't simply date whoever I wanted and openly announce everything about my personal life without thinking about the consequences. The Yu Corporation had a reputation to maintain, and eventually, I would be expected to take over the company.
I had already started helping Dad with some of the business.
Sooner or later, everything would be in my hands.
I picked up several financial statements from the office. I was working on them anyway, and after gathering what I needed, I headed to the university for the meeting in regards of the pageant.
I wasn't officially joining the pageant yet.
Not yet.
But I wanted to see this pretty boy Aman had been bragging about.
****
When I arrived at the university lobby, I immediately noticed that the student council room was closed. I might be too early for the meeting. No one was around.
And then I saw him.
A guy was sitting alone near the room.
Pretty.
Very pretty.
I walked over and casually sat beside him.
"Hey, are you joining too?" I asked. "I'm Kevin. Kevin Yu. Fourth year section 1"
I held out my hand for a handshake.
To be completely honest, he was ridiculously cute.
He had this innocent, sweet-looking face that made him seem almost too adorable to be real.
He stared at my outstretched hand for a moment.
Interesting. He is looking me with an awe on his eye.
Maybe I actually had a chance with this one.
Maybe.
"Hi," he said softly, smiling at me. "I'm George, first year last section."
And just like that, I was done for.
Cute.
My God.
I wanted to pinch his cheeks.
He was from the last section of the freshmen.
I knew a little about Section 36. Most of the students there were either late enrollees for various reasons or students who had originally chosen a different course. The section also had a reputation for having academically strong students—some were former valedictorians and salutatorians from their high schools.
But honestly?
At that moment, I couldn't care less about his academic background.
I was too busy looking at his face.
After our introduction, I kept glancing at him.
I wanted an excuse to get closer.
Luckily, we were sitting beside each other on the bench, and exhaustion from all my thesis work was finally catching up to me.
So I did what any reasonable person would do.
I pretended to fall asleep.
I slowly leaned against his shoulder.
Then, before I could overthink it, I wrapped my arms around him.
My face was close to his neck, my nose almost brushing against his skin.
And he smelled...
Good.
Really good.
Like baby powder.
I couldn't help but breathe in his scent.
From the outside, we probably looked like a couple.
I could feel his muscles stiffen beneath my arms.
He was nervous.
Interesting.
So this was possible.
I smiled to myself. My naughty self suck his neck. He moaned and he push me away.
He is blushing and looking at me with a little disbelief and lust.
I grab him on the closest toilet and open once cubicle and locked it.
I kissed him hungrily. He taste sweet. He started moaning while I kiss him. This encourages me to open his trouser and his hard dick sprang. My mind went blank when I saw how big he is. I started sucking his dick hungrily.
I looked at him while I'm sucking him. Showing how good I look with his dick inside my mouth. I started to deepthroat him and he was just a moaning mess. I hope no one can hear us. I felt he is near. He grab my hair and try to reach the farthest away from my throat and cums and when he let go his cum spray all over my face. I collect it all and look at him while swallowing his cum. He look stunned on what we have done. I fix myself, remove all possible sign of cum on my face or my clothes.
I gone out and go back on the bench where we sat and waiting for him. I let him savor what I can do for him. It's a teaser. He gone out and I gestured him to sit with me again. He sat back where he originally sat and I hugged him. I put my head again on his shoulder and started to sniffed his neck.
After this pageant, I'm going to make sure I'm the one holding the title of your boyfriend.
I'll make sure of it.
I was enjoying my position far too much when someone suddenly interrupted us.
Of course.
Aman.
The ultimate mood killer.
"Hey, guys! Kevs and George, right?" Aman said as he approached us. "Sorry, I've been busy with the preparation for the pageant and the booths for Accountancy Week. I haven't really had the chance to entertain you properly."
I internally groaned.
Seriously, Aman?
I was perfectly comfortable where I was.
Then I noticed Phoebe standing behind him.
She was smiling.
No.
She was smirking.
The annoying kind of smirk siblings gave you when they had just witnessed something embarrassing.
"It's okay," George said politely. "I don't really have anything to do at home anyway."
God.
Why was everything he did so cute?
Aman turned toward me with a knowing smile.
"So, Kevs... does this mean you're joining?"
He was teasing me.
Of course he was.
He had caught me flirting again.
"Yep," I answered casually. "That's why I'm here. I'll fill out the registration form."
I had to keep my composure.
I couldn't let my cute little crush know how interested I actually was.
"Excuse me," George said. "I'll just use the restroom."
He was so polite.
Too polite.
He walked away in the direction of the toilet where I suck him earlier.
The moment he was out of our vision, Phoebe burst into laughter.
"My older brother has eaten his prey don't ya" she teased.
I ignored her.
Because, honestly?
She wasn't wrong.
Aman crossed his arms and looked at me.
"What was that, Kevs?" he teased. "You were hugging him already? That's fast. I knew that freshman would be your type."
"Okay, fine," I admitted. "I like him. He's completely my type."
I shrugged confidently.
"Besides, he wouldn't have let me hug him and blow him if he didn't like me at least a little."
I smirked.
"And let's be honest. He's probably mesmerized by this face."
"You can't blame him."
Aman laughed.
"Honestly, Kevs, I kind of got the feeling that he might be into guys too. And I think he does not have it explored yet about himself"
My attention immediately returned to him.
"But," Aman continued, "he has a girlfriend. Apparently, he didn't even want to join. His girlfriend was the one who convinced him."
A girlfriend.
I paused for a moment.
So what?
She was just a girlfriend.
The game wasn't over yet.
"We'll see, Aman," I said confidently. "I'll make sure I win your pageant."
I glanced in the direction George had gone.
"And I'll win him too."
I smiled.
I can do this.
Who am I kidding? Of course I can.
****
A few minutes later, George came back.
He was busy with his phone, playing what looked like one of the classic Pokémon games. Maybe he was bored.
Soon, the other contestants began arriving.
Apparently, Aman had only managed to convince around ten guys to join.
There were twenty-seven female contestants.
If the mechanics were the same as before, the girls would have preliminary rounds to narrow the number down to ten contestants.
After that would come the Talent and Theme Modeling rounds.
The Top 5 contestants would then move on to the final talent portion and the Question-and-Answer round.
That was how the pageant worked when I joined before.
Although, knowing Aman...
Who knew what changes he had made this year?
I leaned back and glanced at George again.
He was still focused on his Pokémon game.
Cute.
I smiled to myself.
Maybe joining this pageant again wasn't such a bad idea after all.
To be continued.
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