For the Love of BL

Cold sweat began to trickle down my face. I couldn’t avoid it any longer... I had to show him, I couldn’t hide the truth any longer! Perhaps... he would find it endearing? Perhaps the thought of me trying hard for him... perhaps it was cute? I had to show him! He’d truly realize the extent to which I had been taking our relationship!

Holding the box, I turned completely to face him, I stared him dead in the eyes. I walked toward and past him into the house.

“Close the door behind you.” My sexy voice rang out across the room.

I placed the box on the kitchen table, it was sizeable enough to cover the entirety of the tabletop. Embarrassed, I hung my head low. Placing my hands on the top of the box, I began an attempt to open it. The tape stuck firmly to the cardboard, my aggressive attempts to rip it off remained unsuccessful. Embarrassment replaced by aggression; I screamed.

“AUGH! I NEED SCISSORS”

I whipped my head around, the scissors sat on the counter behind me. I began to walk toward them... no! That would be far too much effort! I began clawing at the box, the tape had come undone to the extent of...

He ripped the box open with ease. I hadn’t even noticed him next to me, I hadn’t sensed his approach. Was he a being of absurd strength? Did he possess unnatural testosterone levels? His strength was admirable.

With a single glance, the contents of the box seemed normal. The books were shrouded in a layer of paper for cover and cushioning. I didn’t want to lift the paper; I didn’t want to expose myself to him.

He lifted the paper.

“Wa...wait!” I stammered.

He didn’t. He had already begun looking through the titles I had bought.

I watched in horror. What would he think? Would he laugh? Would he ridicule me? Would he chase me out of my home? I didn’t want him to hate me! I only wanted him to experience pleasant feelings when looking at me! I didn’t want him to think little of me! I wanted him to love me.

He lifted a book up and faced it toward me. The cover... it was one of the really bad ones! Not just two men... but three! Two on either end, one sandwiched in between, immersed in pleasure! All with lewd expressions, and all three of them were naked!

My face was burning, I must’ve been bright red, and on the verge of tears.

He looked me in the eye, was I imagining it, or was there something of a glimmer in his eyes? He seemed... perhaps excited? Or well, curious?

“What’s this called?” He asked.

“Oh uh... it’s um.... “I Was on My Way Home from a Male Brothel When I Was Meet by My Childhood Best Friend and My Teacher? Now We’re Naked?!” I whispered.

Holding up another book, a unique one at that. He kept his gaze on me.

“That’s... uh... “I Lost All My Inches and Now I’m Bottoming in Another World?!” I whispered.

He began shuffling through and inspecting every book in the box. I was confused. He didn’t seem put off, nor did he seem amused. I didn’t know what to expect from him... his reaction had calmed me. Finally, he stopped motioning through the books. He remained still for a moment. Then, once again, he turned to face me.

“I want to read these! Please read them to me!” He asked eagerly.

He wanted to participate! He found it interesting! I had never been so happy! I could display the books proudly without worry! How wonderful!

“Which one?” I happily asked.

Looking through his options, he pondered them carefully. Then, he held up “I Was on My Way Home from a Male Brothel When I Was Meet by My Childhood Best Friend and My Teacher? Now We’re Naked?!”

In my living room, we sat on the couch. He sat next to me, leaning in closely, looking over onto the book I held in my hands. Carefully I opened it and began reading.

“Eh? What is he doing here?” (He stood Infront of his apartment building)

“Eh! What are you...” (He muttered, standing in front of his childhood friend)

“I want you...” (His childhood friend muttered (seductively))

“Eh!? What is Chinketsu Sensei doing here?!” (His teacher walked forward)

“Eh?! Both of you?!” (He muttered, both men before him)

“Ahh! Ngh! Mmph! Hah! Uhnn!” (He moaned)

“Wow... that’s so crazy that-that happened!” (He thought)

“Oh my god! My childhood best friend is with a girl?!” (He stood with a girl, they laughed happily)

“How could he do that to me?!” (Tears ran down his face while he ran away)

“Eh?! Chinketsu Sensei?! (He bumped into him)

“Did that bastard make you cry?” (The teacher said, lifting his students face up to face his)

“Ahh! Ngh! Mmph! Hah! Uhnn!” (He moaned)

“Stay with me forever Chinketsu Sensei!” (He yelled)

“Heh... such a foolish student... yet... I love you.” (The teacher replied)

“Ahh! Ngh! Mmph! Hah! Uhnn!” (He moaned)

I closed the book, satisfied with my performance. I turned to face him, anxious to see his reaction.

“Heh... heh.... that one was pretty good... heh... eh?!”

I stopped my speech. He was crying! He was crying real tears! He was crying real tears and stifling sobs!

“... that... that was good.” He muttered.

Had the work moved him? Had it moved him that much? Had he passion for the craft?

He looked downward and began wiping his tears.

“I... I’m gonna learn how to read.” He muttered.

My eyes lit up; he would finally learn! We could indulge in books together forever! BL books! We could have a collection! We could have intellectual discussions about them!

“Yes!” I yelled, wrapping my arms around him.

Finally! We had something to share! We had something that connected us! We couldn’t be torn apart now. We had to stay together, for the love of BL!