Heya you... hmmm, the MiB fandom people need a name... Tinhatters? Hmmm... I'll come up with something... Anyways! Would anyone care for some James/Kay intimate times? Eh? *nudges with elbow* I mean, I'm not fantastic at writing it but, y'know, beggars can't be choosers. Just drop a comment if you do. Ciao!
The tap squealed as the handle was twisted, hot water finally pattering to a stop. Kay laid in the warmth, luxuriating in it. He wouldn't usually allow himself to be pampered like this, but James had insisted even after Elle had said he was okay.
Kay was flattered a tiny bit, to be honest, but he didn't show it. He let his arms, which had been stiffened by the cold, slowly melt into the water. The steam cleared his sinuses, allowing him to breath freely thank god. He sighed, stretching. It felt so nice.
Kay studied the bathroom; it was small, the bath taking up most of the space. The toliet sat adjacent to the tub, the sink nearby. The bathroom was well-kept, with clean towels and a trash-bin in the corner. The only messy thing were the shampoos, knocked over and drooling their contents onto the porcelain. But Kay felt too taxed to get up and adjust them. Besides, it was James place, he'd clean it.
Kay smelt James everywhere— the towels, the shampoo, the aftershave and the cologne. Even the water held something akin the James' essence, something warm and inviting that dug into your core and spread you out. Kay couldn't help but doze in that warm bliss, to relax and lie back. He only returned to the sound of James' voice calling him, drawing him back. His tone was slightly concerned, but eager.
"I'm fine, I just dozed off for a second." Kay murmured. He heard James entering the room, the rustling of fabric of his pajamas. Kay didn't try to hide his nakedness, but simply opened one eye. James studied his form through the clear water; his well-toned calves and ankles, strong thighs and well-toned abs, thick upper-arms and a barrel chest. He had no chest-hair— perhaps he liked to be clean-shaven for the ladies— but there was a happy trail from his belly button down.
James knelt beside the tub, grabbing a scrubber off the shelf, squeezing a bit of body wash onto it. Kay didn't argue, allowing James to lather him, voluntarily lifting his arms when motioned to do so. The scent tickled his noise, causing him to relax further.
When he felt those plush lips leaving butterfly-delicate kisses on his jaw, he simply opened his eyes and leaned in. That was all it took. Their lips fit together perfectly, just like puzzle pieces. Kay lifted James' chin, getting a better angle to deepen the kiss. James' tongue slipped past Kay's teeth, wrestling Kay's tongue for dominance.
Kay played dirty, his fingers crawling underneath James' shirt to rake gently at his skin. James shivered delightfully, but regretfully pulled away from their kiss. His eyes were dazed, his lips bruised and deliciously plush. He bit his lower lip, looking down at Kay.
"What are we?" James whispered, smiling as he rested his forehead against Kay's.
He asked Kay— the one who gave him his life then erased all memory of it.
Kay didn't know the answer.
TBC