Author's POV
Allan came in from the street in a great hurry, gave Maria a loud kiss in the kitchen, making her all giddy with the boy’s affection, then rushed to his bedroom to take a shower and prepare for class, wanting to be ready before the teacher arrived.
Santo had a lot to do, but he would only start working when the teacher arrived. He trusted Jotape, but he was his little one, and Santo wanted to make sure that the teacher was trustworthy. He also wanted to know who the woman his friend talked about so much was; he could hardly stand hearing about her without knowing who she was, especially since Jotape was such a jerk that he hadn't even shown him a picture.
Ariel arrived at Santo's house at the scheduled time. When they arrived, Jotape was lounging around the house as if it were his own, which Ariel found irritating.
Santo and Allan were in the kitchen when the two arrived; Santo quickly stood up and walked over to his friend.
"Hey there, brother, this is my princess; princess, this is my brother Santo."
"Finally, huh? Jotape talks a lot about you" a lot more than you can imagine...
"Hey, dude, who are you friends with again?"
"It's a pleasure, Santo. I'm glad you’ve trusted me to teach your boyfriend."
"Jotape trusts you, and if he thinks you're a good guy, then I do too. My friend has never been wrong about people."
Ariel caught onto the implication.
"Hi, I’m Allan."
Allan realized that if he didn’t speak up, no one would remember he was there.
Ariel smiled widely upon seeing Allan; he had a sparkle in his eyes that Ariel was very familiar with – the look of someone eager to learn, and Ariel wasn’t going to disappoint his student; he would give his all for the boy’s success in learning.
"Hi, Allan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m excited to start our lessons."
"Me too! You're really beautiful, you know? You look like a real princess. Are you really Jotape's girlfriend? He's such a goofy guy."
"Hey, come on, shorty, are you teasing me?"
"I’m not short, you goofy! I’m of normal height; you look like a broomstick!"
Allan stomped his foot, which made the whole scene even funnier. He tried to look angry, but he only managed to seem cuter when he was upset.
"Alright, that’s enough, you two, are we starting or what? You sound like a couple of kids!"
"Does this happen often?"
"Whenever those two are close, they act like street kids."
"You should be ashamed, Joao Pedro; you’re older and shouldn’t tease him like that. Come on, Allanzinho, let’s start our lesson."
"You’re in trouble, Jotape; calling him by his full name means trouble. Hahaha."
"Keep laughing, Santo. You really think your easy life is going to last long? It won’t be long before the shorty has you in line too, just wait, Ze."
It was already clear to feel the vibe of the four of them together. There was a lot of relaxation and joking, and they got along well despite the teasing. This, my friends, marked the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
The first day of class went as expected. Ariel assessed what Allan knew and from there began to plan his lessons. The boy was very dedicated and quite intelligent, with an excellent memory and good concentration – a golden student. Ariel loved seeing the sparkle in the boy’s eyes with each new discovery and the huge smile whenever he learned a new letter. Ariel felt fulfilled teaching Allan, and this only increased his desire to teach as soon as he graduated.
Santo's POV
Days went by, and Allan was getting happier every day with his learning. I remember coming home from work one day when I barely had time to throw my phone and wallet on the table before an excited Allan jumped into my lap, showering me with kisses. Allan had tears in his eyes, which made me anxious.
"Look, big guy, look!"
Allan dragged me to the part of the kitchen where he studied with Ariel. He showed me his notebook where his name was written; his handwriting was really nice for someone just starting out, especially compared to mine, which was terrible even after all this time.
"Congratulations, my little one! I knew you’d learn quickly. You’re very smart, and I’m proud of you, baby."
I was no longer ashamed to be affectionate with Allan in front of Ariel, who looked at us with a smile on her lips.
"Very well, young man, class isn't over yet. Please do sit your butt down in the chair, and you, Santo, evaporate because Allanzinho needs to concentrate."
"Oh, am I so handsome that I distract you, huh?"
"But you are quite arrogant, aren’t you? Get out of here, big guy, I’m studying now."
"You’re learning pretty well, even becoming bossy like your teacher, you are."
Author POV
Santo liked this confidence in Allan. Despite what many think, Allan isn’t foolish or childish; he’s just adorable. It’s his way—sweet and delicate, kind and attentive—and Santo loved each of these qualities that made his little one even more perfect. But don't be mistaken, you see; when Allan is angry, he resembles a demon.
Santo POV
I saw this side of him the day we went out together—just the four of us: me, Allan, Ariel, and Jotape. Allan went to the bathroom with Ariel, and during that time, an old fling of mine appeared out of nowhere and sat in my lap before I could even say or do anything.
The moment Allan saw, his expression changed suddenly; he had a murderous look in his eyes that sent shivers down to my very core.
He came up, grabbed the woman by her hair, and threw her down to the ground with all his strength.
"I think you’re in the wrong place, sweetheart. Your spot is right there, where you are"on the floor.
I can't deny that I felt excited by that scene; Allan being all commanding and marking his territory was incredibly sexy.
The woman still had the unfortunate idea to get up and confront Allan.
"Listen here, you little twink, who do you think you are? If you know I’m Santo’s girl, I’ll leave you bald."
"Oh really? Then explain why I'm sitting on his lap and you’re not."
"Santo, baby, aren’t you going to defend me?"
"Get lost, bitch. I’m with Allan now."
"I’m going to kill that damned gay."
The crazy woman threatened to lunge at Allan, and at that point, Ariel was ready to tear into the lady if she touched Allan.
Santo was already beyond stressed with that nonsense. He stood up and placed Allan behind him, thrusting his finger in the woman’s face and spoke in his most authoritative tone.
"You wouldn’t even dare to lay a hand on my boyfriend. Allan is mine, and if you don’t respect that, I’ll make you bald."
He turned to the small crowd that had formed around us.
"Allan is mine, and good for everybody to know to respect him. If I see anyone trying to be funny with him, it’s a coffin and a black veil for you. And it’s best that this boy doesn’t break a single nail, or this hill will turn into a river of blood, got it?"
Seeing that everyone nodded along, Santo called over one of the men standing there to remove that crazy woman from Allan's vicinity.
He thought everything was resolved, but he celebrated too soon.
Allan was still furious and made sure not to hide it.
"I just wanted to understand how that woman had the nerve to sit in your lap, Santo. How did the great and terrible king of the hill not notice that a filthy woman was climbing onto him?"
"Calm down, little one; since when do you call me Santo?"
"Be warned, Santo. If I catch you cheating on me, I’ll rip your balls off with my nails, turn them into earrings, and wear them to a gangbang. Did you hear me? Don’t mess with me!!"
Santo instinctively placed his hands on the mentioned part as Allan spoke; he knew the boy was usually calm, but he wasn’t about to take any chances.
Allan stormed up the stairs, and Santo, being the loyal boyfriend he was, hurried after him, trying to calm the beast down, wondering where the sweet, innocent boy he once knew had gone.
He remembered the first time the two had explored this wilder side of Allan.
Yes, my friends, we will have some steamy scenes in the next chapter; it’s going to be a deluge of debauchery, and you all can be prepared!
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