Chapter 86: Are you a sadist?
"Come on, Augustine," Charles purred, playfully slamming Augustine’s shoulder.
His lips curled into a faint pout as he exhaled dramatically. "I’m starving, and if I don’t eat soon, I might just collapse right here."
Charles voice carried a hint of exaggeration, but the subtle whine in his tone made it clear he wasn’t entirely joking.
Augustine chuckled, the warmth of his laughter filling the night air.
He tilted his head slightly, watching Charles with an amused glint in his eyes. "Alright, alright," he murmured, reaching out to ruffle Charles’s hair. "Let’s get you fed before you start acting even more dramatic."
Augustine leaned away from Charles before pulling out his car keys from his pocket.
With a press of a button, the lights of his black Camry flickered to life.
"Wait! We aren’t taking the black Ford?" Charles asked, his brows knitting together in surprise.
He had always known Augustine to be someone who took great pride in driving his black Ford, almost as if it were an extension of himself.
So, seeing him opt for the Camry instead left Charles momentarily stunned.
"I... I don’t feel like going around in the Ford," Augustine murmured, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, as if there was more to his decision than he was letting on.
Augustine walked over to the Camry and pulled open the front passenger door, his fingers tapping lightly against the frame as he waited.
The cool night air brushed against his skin, but his focus remained on Charles, who stood frozen in place, seemingly lost in thought.
A minute passed, and Augustine let out a loud sigh, his patience wearing thin. "Aren’t you coming?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and the slightest hint of frustration.
"Aren’t you coming?" Charles mimicked with his voice barely above a whisper as he closed the distance between himself and Augustine.
Augustine smirked as he watched Charles settle into the car and he couldn’t help himself but to shake his head sideways.
"Such a cutie," he purred under his breath before shutting the door with a soft click.
Turning on his heel, he made his way to the driver’s side, his fingers brushing against the cool metal as he pulled the door open.
Sliding into his seat, he cast a quick glance at Charles, a knowing smile lingering on his lips before he started the engine. "Where exactly do you plan on having dinner?" He inquired.
Charles rested his index finger against his cheek, lost in thought for a brief moment before releasing a quiet, hoarse sigh. "I... I don’t mind going anywhere."
Augustine gave a small nod, then pressed down on the accelerator, guiding the car smoothly out of the mansion’s compound.
As Augustine drove down the road, the glow of the streetlights cast a warm illumination over the quiet town, their soft flickers reflecting off the nearly empty streets.
Above them, the stars shone brilliantly, dotting the sky like scattered diamonds.
A crisp breeze drifted in through the slightly open car window, sending a shiver down Charles’s spine as it brushed against his skin.
He pulled his shirt closer, his gaze lost in the beauty of the night.
Only a few cars were on the road.
Augustine remained silent, his expression unreadable as he pressed the button on the door, rolling up the windows with a quiet whir.
The crisp night air that had been seeping into the car was suddenly cut off, replaced by the soft hum of the heater.
"Hey, I was enjoying the cold weather," Charles snapped, his lips pulling into a slight pout as he turned to glare at Augustine.
Augustine, however, kept his focus on the road, his fingers tightening subtly around the steering wheel.
"Hey," Charles called out, trying to gain the attention of Augustine but was met with a swift silence.
Charles sigh. "Did something happen? Why are you moody all of a sudden?" He inquired while poking Augustine’s shoulder with his index finger.
Augustine instantly swallows hard as the movement was evident in his throat. "You’ll catch a cold," he muttered, his voice low yet firm, betraying a concern he refused to express outright. "Also... I am trying to control myself from a whole lot of things, Charles."
Charles’s brows furrowed. "Things like what?"
Augustine swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he eased his foot off the accelerator, the car gradually slowing down.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened for a brief moment before he turned his head, his gaze locking onto Charles.
"I’m feeling hot," he admitted, his voice husky, edged with restraint. "Besides, it’s hard for me to control myself when your thigh is exposed."
His eyes flickered downward, lingering on the smooth expanse of Charles’s bare skin.
A muscle in Augustine’s jaw tensed as he dragged his tongue across his lower lip, his desire barely concealed beneath his composed exterior.
He was tempted.
Charles, noticing the intense gaze Augustine had fixed on his thigh, lifted his hand and firmly pushed Augustine’s face so that he could refocus his gaze on the road.
"Eyes on the road, lover boy," Charles muttered, his cheeks tinged with the faintest shade of pink.
Augustine let out a low chuckle, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Hahaha," Augustine laughed out loud in amusement while shaking his head sideways. "Can’t help it," he murmured, but he did as told, refocusing ahead.
Charles rolled his eyes but crossed his legs nonetheless, subtly shielding himself from Augustine’s lingering gaze.
Slowly, Charles shifted his gaze and glanced at his thigh.
The shirt that he wore had ridden up, and his boxer briefs had rolled up along with it, leaving most of his fair, smooth legs exposed.
The only thing keeping Charles modest was the thin fabric covering his private area, but everything else was on full display under Augustine’s hungry gaze.
"Fuck," Charles cursed, not having a control over his lips.
His cute behaviour once more made Augustine laugh out loud as he kept shaking his head sideways.
"Stop laughing at me, okay?" Charles snapped, lightly hitting Augustine’s leg. "Umm, if you don’t mind, I want you to promise me something," he added, his tone shifting to a more serious one.
"Do you want me to promise you a blowjob?" Augustine teased, his lips curving into a smirk. "Or maybe a romantic car sex? Or perhaps you’d prefer a wild, reckless night under the open sky while the sunset paints our bodies in gold?"
His voice dropped lower, almost seductive, as he leaned in slightly. "Tell me, Charles... what exactly do you want me to promise you?"
"Augustine!" Charles snapped, his eyes widening in shock as he turned to look at him.
Despite the playful yet shameless remarks, Augustine kept his gaze fixed on the road, completely unfazed.
Charles let out a sigh, shaking his head.
What he wanted from Augustine had nothing to do with sex—his request was far from that.
"Why do you always have sexual thoughts? Are you a sadist?"
Augustine scoffed, briefly shifting his gaze from the road to arch a brow at Charles. "I am not a sadist," he mumbled before returning his focus to driving.
Charles let out a sharp hiss, adjusting the hat he had taken from the wardrobe onto his head. Ever since, the cap was beside Charles.
"It’s weird how sex is always the first thing on your mind," Charles muttered, side-eyeing Augustine with mild irritation.
"Well, why wouldn’t I?" Augustine retorted, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "Besides, from the very first day I met you, I’ve been so loyal that I haven’t had sex with anyone else."
Augustine voice carried an hint of longing as he stole a quick glance at Charles.
Charles became speechless.
He doesn’t know if he should scold Augustine or if he should comfort him.
Having no other option, Charles decided to change the subject. "I want you to take me seriously right now, Augustine," Charles began, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts.
His fingers fidgeted slightly on his lap, but his voice remained steady. "I want you to make a serious promise to me," he added, his tone firm, carrying the weight of his sincerity.
Augustine glanced at Charles, noticing the sudden shift in his tone.
He straightened his posture, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "What is it?" he asked, his voice softer now, laced with curiosity. "What promise exactly? And what do I get in return if I fulfill your promise?" Augustine inquired as he pulled over by the roadside of a restaurant building, his fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel.
Augustine could tell that Charles needed something serious so he decided not to joke around.
Charles unbuckled his seat belt as he looked at Augustine with intense seriousness. "I want you to promise me that you won’t run a medical checkup about my health." He spat, his serious tone reflecting that the promise was meant to be taken seriously.
Augustine raised his brows, staring at Charles with a confused expression. "Why... what type of promise is that?"
"I don’t want you to run a medical checkup on me behind my back." Charles started with a firm voice. "I am in this relationship because I want to and I signed a contract that forbids you from preying on my personal life."
Augustine remained immobile, his mind racing. ’What is wrong with Charles’s health?’ Augustine thought to himself.