Chapter Eleven – Me and My Big Mouth
The evening wore on, and fatigue seemed to dawn on the both of us.
"Right, I think it's time for bed," Karma yawned, exiting the living room to the door of his room.
"Well... I guess it's good night then," I smiled at him, grabbing my pillow and began to fluff it up before placing it at the end of the sofa. Another night on the settee, probably the worst part of staying at Karma's. I wonder what he would say if I asked to come to bed with him… The idea of it had replayed in my head since we finished dinner. He probably wouldn't mind. No, he would absolutely mind. He would most certainly know my feelings, probably reject me and I'll be homeless. Then that weird homeless guy that lives outside the building would try and curl up to me in the night. I would have no way to fend him off, because I would be left out in the cold with a broken heart. We'd share stories with each other and I'll find out his hobby is playing really intense games of Cluedo. Oh goodness. I'll go to school the next day stinky and Karma really wouldn't want to be with me. I'll have to date the weird homeless man. Oh no. He'll propose and I'll be forced to say yes. I would have stinky babies. I don't want stinky babies! Wait, I'm a guy… But what if Karma did say yes, and I talked in my sleep? He would hear all of the bitching I've been doing towards Okuda! He would absolutely hate me… And things were going so well.
"Aren't you coming?" A provocative purr wafted past my ear. I regarded him in bewilderment, only to be greeted with Karma's face alight with his trademark smirk. What does he mean 'Aren't I coming?'
"Coming? Where am I going?" I questioned, okay, I don't know how I feel about this. Is he really..?
"To bed," he stated simply, "With me… You can't keep sleeping on the sofa."
Eh.
Right Nagisa, we need to pick a path and go for it. We are friends right? Nothing weird about two friends sharing a bed. Might be fun, you know? We could share stories, cuddle or spoon, and we could have a moment and that would be really, really cute. Maybe I could touch his arse a little. No wait, what did Bitch-sensei say about dating…? Gah, it was something like... Teasing them? Yeah! Play hard to get! Let's do that one!
I scoff. Good start. I can't let him know I've been thinking about this all evening. Play hard to get. Bitch-sensei said something about an arrogant bored look. Okay. I stared at him with what I hope was a seductively bored expression. Are my eyes too bright for this? He doesn't seem phased. Okay, okay, say something tough. Maybe I don't want to sleep in your bed, huh, Karma-kun. I bet your pillows are all lumpy, because you know… You have a nicely contoured face… No, think of something else.
"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you," I turned my nose up. Go Naggy. Break his heart a little. Keep em keen.
"Yes, yes you are," he almost moaned, marching briskly towards me. His eyes glowed like devious, dancing fireflies.
What. Oh no. ABORT ABORT ABORT.
I tucked and rolled to the floor. Nah uh. Not making the same mistake this time. I will make sure of my certain escape! Though before I knew it, he ambushed me between the coffee table and the television; the playful grin on his face looking far too keen for my liking.
"Hey, wait I-" he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I did not consent to this! I flailed, trying to wriggle out of his grip, locking my arms against his shoulders trying to pry myself away. He's laughing so bloody loudly, the bastard! I had to duck my head while we went through the doorway to his room. You know, this is not how I pictured this at all. I continued my struggle, not that I don't appreciate the closeness or the view of Karma's behind, but I really hate being upside down. He stopped his stride for a second, standing in front of his bed humming to himself.
Swiftly, I was cast onto the mattress, bouncing off the bed lightly, breaking my fall. I sprawled out from my unforeseen trip to Karma's bed, probably looking rather ridiculous. This is so embarrassing. He's shaking his head at me, I must look flustered as hell. I can't sleep here, this is far too humiliating. We are friends! I should sleep on the floor or something, not in his bed! Run while you can!
"Karma, I really can't sleep in your bed," I stuttered, pushing myself up with my elbows, readying my attempt to scramble out of the room.
Unexpectedly, he dropped forward. Placing a hand on my shoulder and forcefully pushed me back into the soft duvet.
"K-Karma? Come on, I'm not sleeping here," I stammered. Gently placing my hand against his chest. I already felt guilty for taking up his living space. Something flashed in his eyes. Suddenly he clambered onto the bed; and with one swoop of his leg, was straddling me, quickly taking hold of my wrists and pinning them up behind my head.
"Are you quite sure?" He whispered but a breath away in my ear. The vibrations of his words echoed through me. Playing my nervous system like a musical instrument with his voice alone, causing me to shudder. His breath was hot, softly gracing the back of my neck and making the hairs stand as an orchestra of their own. Conducted by Karma's actions and words.
I blinked in astonishment. This boy moves fast. I strained against his grip, trying to wiggle out from under his straddle. Oh no, this is starting to go awfully bad. He moved slightly, observing my face. Our foreheads millimetres away from touching. The smell of his cologne sent mist over my thoughts. It was intoxicating. Exhilarating. I had a new found desire to snuggle into the crook of his neck to experience the scent better. Oh my god is this happening?
"Nagisa-kun," his voice took a deeper, more suggestive tone to it. "You're sleeping here tonight."
I felt a blush swamp my face as he presses our foreheads together, his soft locks tracing along my skin and intertwining with my hair. His lips parted slightly as he tilted his head closer to mine. I feel dizzy, maybe I hit my head today, surely this wasn't real, or maybe it was. Surely this is a sign for me to finally take the leap. I've never felt so consumed within a moment in time. So encaptivated that all my senses had heightened, allowing me to experience Karma in every way possible. His hands entangled with mine, lacing our fingers together. It never occurred to me that the places between my fingers fit his perfectly. His hips dropped a little, hovering just above mine in some unbearable tease. It's really hot in here, it's so hard to breathe. Our breaths seemed to mingle with each other between us. He leans in closer, our lips about to touch. Our eyes made contact.
Suddenly, his eyes gained a wicked glint. And just like that, I realised my mistake.
He darted his tongue out of his mouth, and before I could even pull my hands down to defend myself, a long, wet lick was administered completely up one side of my face.
"KARMA-KUN!" I squealed, attempting to embody a worm as I wiggled and twisted to get out of his strong grip. He didn't let up. He is revolting. Dear lord I'm gagging, get off Karma, I'm going to be sick, oh my god. "KARMA! GET OF ME! YOU SICKO!"
He stood back up, sticking out his disgusting tongue at me. Uh, that was not what I envisioned. He clutched his sides in a hysterical laughter, putting his tongue back into his mouth and gave me a lopsided grin, oh fuck off Karma.
"You taste delicious, Nagisa!" He declared, getting off me and jumping cheerfully on the bed. I attempted to glare at him with the best of my ability while being jolted up and down from him hopping on the spring mattress. You little shit. Ugh, and I was so hoping it was going to go differently.
"That wasn't very nice, Karma," I muttered, sitting up and wiping Karma spit off my face with the corner of his blanket. I folded my arms, I think I'm going to sulk now until he apologises. Wait. Wait. What is he doing now?
He shrugged off his cardigan, letting it drop to the floor. What. He had turned to away from me, off of the bed, and had walked over to his dresser. What. Pulling out a pair of pyjama trousers. IS HE JUST GOING TO CHANGE IN FRONT OF ME?!
This shouldn't be weird. Keep a level head Naggy. We are just two guys, sharing a bed because I've fallen under difficult circumstances. I look back up to him, just as his beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Keep it together Naggy.
That was when he began to take it off. Though subtle, his back muscles were easily noticed. His undressing gently stirring them, tensing them, as he removed the fabric from his bare skin. He revealed his forearms to me next. Toned underneath the white piece of clothing. Carefully exposing more flesh until the shirt fluttered to the floor alongside the already neglected cardigan.
I may be drooling.
"Feel free to get ready for bed yourself," he called, twisting round to face me with his belt undone and hanging loose as he unzipped his trousers. I can't take my eyes away. It was as though they distorted what I was seeing into pictures playing one after the other in slow motion. Karma's hand seems to move lightly. My fixation allowed me to register almost every fibre of muscle and bone in his hand. The soft bumps of his knuckles shifting seductively with how his fingers pulled the zip down. Maybe I'm being a little too observant. I should stop. Oh tits, it's too late. He's noticed.
"What? Like what you see, Nagisa-kun?" He uncovered beautiful, white teeth in a cocky smirk, placing a confident hand on his hip. His flies open up enough to reveal the whole front of his boxer briefs. Is that Calvin Klein? What excellent taste.
"Yes. Absolutely" Please, carry on. I want to see more, please, show me more. My eyes absorb every single piece of skin being presented to me. He is, undoubtedly, gorgeous. I wouldn't be saying no if his trousers dropped a little more. I was transfixed...
Until Karma coughed.
I looked up at him. Karma's usually pale face immediately flared up in a feverish red blush. His eyes held a strange uneasiness to them, I don't think I've seen that before. He looks like a flustered tomato. The world's most precious tomato.
Wait.
Why is he blushing? Did I just.
Fuck me.
He looked away, laughing nervously; "Right…Eh heh...Um..."
Oh I fucked up. Did I really just say that out loud? Lord, if you find it within your kind, kind heart to dispose of me, a humble piece of trash, please do it now. Save me from this absolutely mortifying event. I am a good person. I don't deserve this. Karma bit his lip awkwardly and nodded, quickly gathering up the rest of his pyjamas and swiftly exiting the room.
I lay back on the bed and rolled onto my stomach, smothering myself with the fluffy pillows. If God is taking his sweet time in ending me, I may as well give him a head start. I push my face further into the feathery depths, awaiting my destruction. It's so comfortable, I can imagine sleeping ever so cosily here, his arms around me. Too bad I fucked up. I can't believe I said that out loud. Why couldn't I be blessed with wit, so I could have saved the situation? He could have gotten completely nak-
I am not thinking about that. I put my hands behind the pillow, and screamed out my embarrassment.