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Part 22

In this silent closeness, the dim light from the hospital lamp cast a warm glow, accentuating the contours of their faces.

Macau, so close that their breaths mingled, felt the almost imperceptible distance between their lips.

Pete turned his head away at the last moment. The delicate balance of the moment shifted, leaving an unspoken question suspended in the air.

As he pushed Macau away, a palpable tension settled between them.

"You should stop when you can," Pete's words, delivered with an air of detachment, hung in the air.

However, Macau, undeterred and fueled by his own frustration, retaliated with a surge of emotion. "Stop playing games with me! Stop treating me like a child," he exclaimed, his words carrying the weight of pent-up frustration and an unmet desire for understanding.

In an attempt to bridge the growing divide, Macau tried to close the gap between them again.

Pete's smile, though seemingly light-hearted, carried an edge of irony. "How could I not treat a child like a child,"

Macau's frustration and desire for a deeper connection spilled out in his words. "What do you want? I will make it possible... But for once, just look at me like a man," he implored, his voice carrying a mix of determination and vulnerability.

Pete, in response, remained enigmatic. His gaze held a certain unreadable quality, and the silence that followed became a canvas for the unspoken dance between them.

In a surprising turn, Pete's touch shifted from enigmatic to tender. Softly caressing Macau's cheek, there was an intimacy in the gesture, as if he was offering reassurance to an abandoned animal. Holding Macau's chin up, he planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Macau, initially stiffened in response, his whole body vibrating with a mixture of surprise and a rush of conflicting feelings.

As Pete moved back after the gentle touch of their lips, Macau, caught in the swirl of emotions, moved with him, deepening the kiss.

Macau's response, a move that deepened the kiss, spoke of a hunger for connection.

As Pete attempted to push Macau away, Macau's swift response surprised him. With a combination of strength and urgency, Macau held Pete's hand above his head, the other hand firmly on Pete's neck. He deepened the kiss, their lips locked in a fervent dance.

The scent of honey, a familiar aroma that seemed to define Pete, entered Macau's senses. Pete's mouth tasted sweet, surpassing even Macau's imagination. In the intensity of the moment, Macau's desire seemed to know no bounds. He pushed his tongue into Pete's mouth, a relentless attempt to consume and be consumed by the passion that surged between them.

As the kiss reached a point where breath became a precious commodity, Macau, realizing the intensity of the moment, stopped. His forehead rested on Pete's, a moment of shared breathlessness. Though he had released Pete's hand, he held it back when Pete attempted to push him away.

With a voice laced with authority, Macau questioned, "What do you want?" The air seemed to thicken with the weight of their unspoken desires.

Pete, in response, revealed a plea that echoed with desperation, "Run away from here with my kids."

Macau, though, wasn't ready to concede to this request. "It's impossible to let you go," he asserted, the complexity of their connection palpable in the charged atmosphere. "Ask for anything else. Clothes, jewelry, cars—anything," he added, his words carrying a mix of frustration and a willingness to negotiate.

The notion that money, which had been a currency of power and influence in so many aspects of his life, might not be enough to secure Pete's presence perplexed him.

The sudden shift in dynamics saw Pete pushing Macau down, a forceful action that left Macau sprawling on the floor. Looking up at Pete, who now towered above him, Macau awaited the next move. Pete, with an intensity that matched the charged atmosphere, bent down, whispering something to Macau. Macau, still on the floor, absorbed Pete's words with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

As Pete walked away, stating what he wanted, he reclined on the hospital bed, the room now holding the echoes of their exchanged desires. Macau, still on the floor, hesitated for a moment, the weight of Pete's request settling in.

After a beat, Macau spoke up, a sense of agreement in his voice,

"I agree!! But you better keep your part of the deal."

Pete's words, delivered in a seductive tone, lingered in the air, adding another layer of complexity to the unfolding narrative. "Come to me after you achieve that,"

Standing up, he licked his dry lips, a gesture that hinted at a mixture of desire and determination. "I will come back to get what is pending...and you won't be able to deny it," he declared, his words echoing in the charged atmosphere of the room.

Pete, left alone in the room, wore a smirk on his face as Macau exited. The enigmatic dance between them seemed to leave an indelible mark, and Pete, with a sense of intrigue, entered the bathroom. There, he frantically rubbed his lips and other body parts that had been touched by Macau.

Standing beneath a hot shower, Pete sought to wash away any lingering traces of their intimate encounter.

In the quietude of the bathroom, the sound of water served as a backdrop to Pete's internal contemplation. The smirk on his face hinted at a mysterious satisfaction.