CHAPTER 22
The timeless in you
is aware of life's timelessness.
And knows that yesterday is
but today's memory and
tomorrow is today's dream.
Khalil Gibran
"What pictures?" Tyson asked as they drove around a corner.
"Hm?"
"The ones you said you used to look at."
Kai didn't answer immediately and so he turned to look at him. Tyson noted that he was a serious driver. There were different types of drivers. The loud fellows who screamed at everything, the talkative douches who kept their eyes inside the car more than on the road, the pros who drove with one limb and then the serious types who did the job like their lives depended on it. Kai, belonged to the fourth group. He rarely spoke while driving and when he did he made sure to keep his sentences short and crisp. He moved now, to pull something out of his back pocket. A wallet.
Kai handed the wallet to Tyson without a word. He received it gingerly, with an intrigued expression. What was he supposed to do with it? The wallet was plain and brown and unremarkable but it smelled expensive. He flipped it open. There was a row of cards on one side and a bulged case on the other.
"Take it out," Kai instructed, gaze forward.
"Okay" Tyson extracted whatever was inside with two fingers and discovered that it was a phone. A thin one. He looked at Kai and when he nodded in affirmation, pressed the home button to light it up to an artsy wallpaper. He pushed it again and the phone unlocked, to a picture of his face. Tyson's mouth fell open in a soft gasp as he was confronted by a frozen memory of his younger self, smiling widely into the camera.
"Open the gallery."
He did and the first forty photos were all of him and from the same day. He was shirtless and lying on a bed, very happy and very chubby. "I remember taking these," Tyson said with delight and wonder. "God, I look so young here."
Kai used to look at these pictures? He wasn't sure how to feel about that. A little embarrassed. A little insecure. But mostly giddy with pleasure because he had never thought of something like this even in his wildest day dreams of Kai back then. And the Tyson he was looking at right now, had had such a big fat crush on his teammate and leader. He wondered if he'd ever feel so strongly for Kai again.
He stuffed the phone into the wallet and returned it back to the owner. May be someday.
They arrived at Kai's place quicker than he expected and when they did, Tyson was awed at the sight of the mansion before him. The driveway led up to the house along a grassy knoll, the automatic gate closing after the car. The modern and chic-looking building was two stories high and lit up from the inside and along the sides.
"When you mentioned you got a new place I didn't know you were talking about a mansion," Tyson commented with mixed feelings as he stepped out of the car.
"It's not a mansion," dismissed Kai, locking the vehicle and waking out of the parking lot, Tyson in tow.
That sense of familiarity he'd been feeling with Kai all night and for the past two months vanished with the first proper look he got at the house. "It's huge," he observed.
"It's much smaller than the one back in Tokyo," Kai said as they climbed up the stairs to the front door, fountains gurgling water bordering the way up, floor lights in the shape of circles lighting their path. A strange sensation replaced the warmth in his gut as he was smacked in the face by reality once again. Kai was rich, but that was not a new thing, he'd always been rich. The thing that unsettled Tyson was that Kai never used to indulge himself in the luxuries or outwardly show any signs of liking the lifestyle of his grandfather, but now there was no pretending. The fact was there in public for all to see and it was up to them to decide how they felt about it.
Tyson, was by no means, poor, but he had…some limits to his resources. He'd say he was middle class. Upper middle class even and he never was in a want for anything and not received it. He didn't care much for money, nor did he crave luxury. He had all the material things he needed and growing up besides Kai, he'd never once envied the boy for his wealth or status either. Just his blading skills. But when his wealth was getting rubbed in his face like it was right now, it was hard to not feel a certain difference in class.
Kai led him in and Tyson took in the interiors with the eyes of a child. He gulped. The door was manned by a large vase of flowers on a stand, the living room on the left, the wooden staircase to the first floor on the right. The house had an open floor plan and the kitchen was behind the living room. "Staying here is better than staying at a hotel," said Kai as he dropped his keys in a basket next to the flowers.
Tyson felt out of place and he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Yeah," he nodded, "I guess."
Kai shot him a look at that. "Don't like it?" he asked, stepping close.
"Um" Tyson faltered at the sudden question. He smiled as Kai's hand came to rest on his hip. "It's beautiful, but it doesn't matter if I like it or not, right?"
"Hmm" He put both hands on Tyson's hips and tugged him toward himself. "It sort of does," he said, eyes on his lips, "I was hoping you'd come stay here in the summer."
Tyson was surprised to hear that. "I- I don't- I didn't know you were going to be here that long."
"I was thinking that it would be a good idea to spend a couple of years here after the expo and focus more on the overseas trade for a while." Oh. He wasn't leaving anytime soon. Tyson extracted his hands from his pockets and pulled on Kai's collar for a kiss.
For once, he tasted sweet. Like hot chocolate. Tyson liked it. Kai pecked him when he smiled. "Do you like spaghetti?"
"Spaghetti?" Tyson drew back to look at him properly.
"Baked spaghetti," detailed Kai.
"I love it. Why?"
"Well" he spoke as he broke out of Tyson's embrace and started walking toward the kitchen. "Mia made a tray and left it in the fridge for me, earlier, but there should be enough for the two of us."
Mia? "Who?" Tyson inquired as he neared the couches, watching Kai bring out the spaghetti and set a bowl for each of them.
"Mia Kim," Kai explained, bending to slide the tray into the microwave. "The help I hired."
Tyson had been in the act of sitting down when the name registered in his mind and he stood back up. "Wait. Mia Kim? As in the Mia who used to work for Mrs Tate?"
"The same one. Max gave me her card."
"You talked to Max?" Tyson asked as Kai came back to him and he sat down.
"For like five minutes when he visited the office to see Kenny."
He hadn't known. Max hadn't mentioned. Neither had Kai. It wasn't a big deal but it was still a big deal.
"He said he knew someone trustworthy when I brought the issue up."
"That was nice of him," Tyson commented, hands atop his knees.
"Yeah"
Mia Kim had worked for Max's mother as a maid for five years before she resigned to take up a better paying job, but she wasn't the one Tyson was interested in. "Have you…seen her brother?"
"Why?" Kai leaned forward to balance his elbows on his own knees. "What's so special about him?"
"Uh…nothing." This was going to sound stupid and it was stupid but Tyson just had to know. "It's just…uh….he's gay."
Kai took a while to respond. "And?" He prompted at last.
Tyson gritted his teeth and when he didn't say anything else for a good minute, Kai's eyebrows went up. "Do you- "
"No!" Tyson denied, knowing Kai probably assumed he had a thing going with Mia's little brother at some point. "No! Oh god no. I've never even seen him," he wondered if he should shut up, then decided to go on anyway. "That's the thing. I've never seen him. And I've always wanted to," he confessed quietly.
Kai wore a comically serious expression on his face before it morphed into a suspicious one as he regarded Tyson. "How many men do you want to date at the same time, Tyson?"
Tyson shoved his arm lightly. "Fuck off" he said blushing. "That's not what I meant." Kai smirked. "Ugh, it's just Mike." He paused for emphasis. "Mike, the straightest guy ever, said he thought the dude was cute. And he never says stuff like that. Never. And he rooms with me!"
"Wow" Kai threw up his hands and fell back into the couch with raised eyebrows at Tyson's vanity.
"Literally the straightest motherfucker and he thought Mia's brother – I forgot his name – was cute as fuck. I'm quoting him." Kai judged him silently with his head against the cushion, biting his cheek, lips twisted to one side. "He said he was cute as fuck." Tyson gestured with his hands in a way that meant to say "whaaat". "I wanna meet him because he's a legend for making Michael Summers say that, wide awake and completely sober."
When Tyson looked at Kai after that, he found him attempting to suppress a smile, eyes glittering with quiet laughter. The asshole. Tyson sighed. "You can laugh if you want," he said after a beat.
Kai swallowed his smile by licking his lips. "I don't know anything about her brother, nor have I ever seen him – in person or in pictures, but if I do," he said to Tyson "I will make sure to let you know and hopefully, arrange a meeting as well because you seem very eager."
Tyson ground his teeth. "I told you it's not like that," he reiterated, leaning into the idiot's personal space and growling at him. He was lounging, legs spread open and chest invitingly broad under the white button-down. Tyson wanted to smack that stupid smirk off his face.
"I believe you," he said in a way that implied the complete opposite, mouth quirked up on one side.
"Listen here, you little shit," Tyson hissed. "Mike's into like really girly and Barbie-type of girls, so if he said that the dude was cute, that probably means he's feminine as all hell and I'm not into that."
"Mhm" Kai replied, clearly enjoying the conversation they were having. "What are you into then?" he asked in a voice that sent tingles down Tyson's spine.
You. The answer came easily.
Tyson's eyes dropped to his mouth. "I like them hunky," he said in a whisper.
Kai wet his lips leisurely, gaze growing more hooded and teasing. "Do you?"
Tyson nodded in tiny bobs. "Yeah" Kai swallowed, throat moving up and down.
"Like?" He asked, in a volume just above a whisper. Tyson's eyes locked on his and he felt a zing travel through him.
"Like…you," he said, his hand slipping off Kai's chest and onto the curve of his left bicep. And he was pulled into a kiss before he had finished saying it. Kai's arms tightened around his waist, Tyson moaned into his hot mouth, a little incredulous that he could do this without feeling guilty afterwards.
Kai's scruff grazed against his chin and the muscles under his grip flexed as he squeezed him in his hold. His hair was soft. His lips satiny. Tyson felt liquid hot desire bloom in his gut. He straddled Kai's slack-covered thighs, marveling in their hardness. A groan that wasn't his own vibrated into his throat and Tyson sucked on his tongue hard, unable to get enough of him.
He forgot about Black. Forgot about the niggling worry in the back of his mind that Kai might know about the stunt he executed last night. He relished in the feeling of the present. Relished in the all overpowering arousal and gave into it, letting Kai take control and lead the kiss. He was faced with immediate disappointment though, when Kai pulled away. "What? What is it?" He asked, panting.
"The spaghetti, Tyson," he reminded him. "I have to go get it."
He almost whined. This was the second time for fuck's sake. Third if he counted the one at the riverbank. The fog of desire took a second to clear from his mind and he climbed off of Kai when it did. Then proceeded to bury his head in his hands with a drawn out sigh.
At this rate, he was going to combust out of sheer frustration before midnight. He peeked at the room from behind his fingers. It was huge but warm and homely nonetheless. He mentioned as much to Kai who came back with two bowls of baked spaghetti and forks. "Get over it, Tyson. I don't know what else to do with the money. There's only so much you can give to charity." He put them down before him on a low squatting table made of dark wood and settled beside him.
Tyson picked one up and dug in with the fork. "Mm" Mia knew how to cook. "It's delicious. Give her a raise."
Kai snorted. "She's overpaid." He stuffed a forkful into his mouth. "Also, speaking of charities, there's a ball tomorrow."
"Yeah?" He asked only half paying attention because the food took up most of it.
"King's calling it a charity slash opening night victory celebration…" Tyson grimaced at him as Kai tried to recall whatever the fuck the old creep had named the event. "…type," Kai waved a hand once in the air before giving up. "…thing, I couldn't give a fuck to be honest."
"I was wondering why you were trying so hard, damn," Tyson laughed.
"Hn yeah, so I am obligated to attend. There's no escaping it and I need a plus one to accompany me."
Tyson knew where this was going and he began shaking his head without giving Kai a chance to even ask the question. "It ain't going to be me," he told him.
"Why not?" He frowned at him mildly, fork poised.
Tyson twined a mouth watering share of spaghetti on his and ducked to eat, slurping up the long ones. "I hate balls. I hate all the events snobs like King love."
Kai finished his bowl and pushed it aside. "Am I a snob?" He asked in an extra snobby tone.
"Do you like balls?" Tyson countered.
"No"
"Then you're not." Tyson smooched his cheek and tucked his chin before Kai saw him blush. His lips tingled where it made contact with the cool, smooth skin of his face.
If Kai had told him he had him bad, then he had no idea how badly Kai had Tyson. He quit hiding behind his food when he was confident his blush was gone and snuck a glance at Kai to check his expression and when he found him slightly smiling, gaze downward and fiddling with his fork, Tyson had to wrestle a fifty megawatt grin off his own mug.
Fuuuuck.
Tyson squealed like a little girl internally and then kicked himself mentally for being an embarrassment to his own conscience.
"So you're never going to come with me to any of those events?" Kai asked, stopping his train of hysterical thoughts.
He considered it. "Of course I will," he said finally. "Just not to the ball that's happening tomorrow."
Kai seemed to chew on that for a moment before saying, "Okay," and then scooting closer. "May I know why?" he asked, gazing up at Tyson from a ridiculously close proximity. His nose was only an inch or two from Tyson's chin. He could practically feel the warmth his body radiated.
This was something he'd forgotten about Kai. He usually kept himself reserved and aloof from other people but for some reason he liked getting all up in Tyson's face. And although Tyson enjoyed the close inspection, it still made him slightly nervous and overly aware of his own facial features.
"Hm?" Kai nudged, waiting for his reply.
"Nothing, it's just..." He jabbed his food. "I don't like it." He shrugged when he couldn't find any further explanation.
Kai's gaze traced his chin, tracked the movement of his eyes and caressed his cheek. "That's all?"
"Mhm"
"But you'd do it for me anyway?"
"Yes"
"Just not tomorrow?"
Tyson shook his head, playing with the spaghetti. He anticipated another question from Kai but none came. He got no response for a minute and Tyson, curious, was about to look up from his bowl to read Kai's expression when a hand slid up his nape and into his hair and his chin was eased to the side, exposing his neck. Kai's lips descended on his skin and Tyson grinned as he was kissed. Intimately. In regions he'd been kissed before but not like this. Not as though he felt like velvet and tasted like someone's favourite flavour.
o - o - o - o - o - o
Gabriela was on the phone with a high profile client who was demanding to talk to King. She tried to calm him down, informing him that their meeting would be rescheduled soon. He finally hung up with a rude remark and she put the phone down, sighing. She'd almost lost her cool during the call. Gabriela readjusted her seat and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then proceeded to check her mail.
King walked in just then, a group of men in penguins suits right after him. She stood up in alarm at their arrival. She hadn't known about this particular meeting. King strode past her desk, an important-looking man beside him, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.
She watched them closely as they disappeared into King's office. Gabriela hesitated for a brief moment, then set about making tea for them all. There had been eight in total, counting out her boss. But seven of them had seemed like bodyguards for the guy with the case up front.
A tray of tea was ready in minutes. She arranged a scoop of sugar and some powdered milk on the side as well before heading over, heels clicking on the glistening tiles. Gabriela knocked and King beckoned her inside. She entered the room with a lovely smile on her face and delivered the tea on the table.
"Thank you, my darling," said King, like he always did, but this time, instead of letting her serve, he added, "you may leave us in privacy now."
Gabriela stiffened, panicking for a terrifying moment that King had found out she was a snitch. When she stood frozen, King tilted his head toward the door. Leave. He smiled at her tolerantly.
At that, she came back to herself, fingers curling into her palms. She bowed stoically, then left the room, but not before taking a subtle glance at the man sitting across from King at the desk.
He appeared around forty, with a permanent grin and a good ten inches on her boss. He filled out his clothes nicely, and gave off an avidly 'nice guy' vibe as long as you didn't meet his eyes. There was something about his eyes that made her skin crawl.
They didn't look like the eyes of a good man. Or of a decent man. They were the eyes of a demon. A satanic, spiteful demon.
And intuition told her that this man probably had something to do with the harm King was planning to inflict on the CEO of Hiwatari Industries.
Gabriela returned to her station and sat down, then slipped out the cheap mobile she used to contact the boogeyman who lived under her bed, discreetly. The hall was deserted but there were cameras watching her every move in this building.
She sent a quick text to him, telling him about the unexpected meeting and the men convening inside King's office. Then waited till she received an inverted smile emoji in reply, notifying her that he saw it, before deleting the message and sliding the phone back into the strap with a holder around her thigh and smoothing out her skirt.
o - o - o - o - o - o
Tyson finished his dinner and Kai took the bowl out of his hands. "Let me help you wash the dishes," he offered in earnest.
"Okay" Kai obliged. They crossed over to the kitchen, the latter holding both the bowls.
"Do you know how to cook?"
"Yes" Kai said as he twisted the tap open and began washing the forks.
Tyson was impressed. "What kind of dishes?"
"All kinds"
He was impressed some more. "What do you make best?"
Kai finished one bowl and Tyson plucked it out of his hand to dry it with the towel that had been given to him. "Ramen"
Tyson deflated. "No kidding?"
"Before you pass judgment, remember you've never tasted any ramen I've made," Kai reminded him haughtily, rinsing soap off the second bowl.
Tyson wiped the last of the water off the one in his grip and held out for the next. Kai pushed the bowl into his hand after turning off the tap and regarded him with uninterested eyes. "Make some for me then."
Kai raised an eyebrow. "Should I?" he asked with an underlying challenge in his tone.
Tyson scrubbed the bowl dry, without breaking off his gaze. He wasn't about to lose this staring contest. "Yeah"
"And what would be the point of doing that?" He folded his arms.
"Well-"
"Would I get anything in return?"
"Yes"
"What?" Kai asked, nose up in the air.
"A review on your ramen," Tyson replied, crossing his own arms and putting a foot forward.
Kai scoffed and turned away from him. "I don't need your criticism."
Tyson made a face even though Kai couldn't see it. "Fine then, don't," he said in a snarky way. "I'm just going to go ahead and call it terrible regardless."
He saw Kai's shoulders tense and expected him to defend his cooking skills and insult Tyson along the way, but he didn't. Instead he just heard him sigh, almost like a groan, and his shoulders eased up. Kai shook his head. "Why do you have to be so infuriating all the time?" He asked in a wondering whisper.
Tyson's eyes were on his nape, where his hair was trimmed close to the scalp and new ones were growing. He glanced at the ground, then took slow steps toward Kai, who stood facing the wall, opposite the entrance to the kitchen.
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He stopped just a foot apart from the boy who taught him so much about life. The boy he'd been through hell with. The boy he'd faced across bey dishes as a rival and then stood beside as an ally. His past. His present. And may be, his future.
He rose up onto his toes and leaned forward, till his hands had to find purchase on Kai's hips and his lips found their place on his nape. Tyson closed his eyes as he kissed his skin, soft and cool. Smelling like sweat and lavender. His lips quivered where they touched him, and he felt a shiver go up Kai's spine. He pressed closer then.
Gripping his hips more firmly, his muscles hard under his palms. His shoulders broad beneath his chin. Tyson wanted to stay there. At home. At peace. And he stood there for a long time. Kai didn't move away. Didn't say anything. He stood right to next to him. Like he'd done many times before. And will do for many more.
"Can I see your bedroom?" Tyson whispered into his neck at last and Kai gently grasped his hands in his own and pulled him upstairs.
Tyson entered the room with nervous butterflies in his stomach. They wouldn't let up their darned fluttering even as he took in the interiors and whistled in approval. "Damn" he said. "You don't have to ask me if I like your room, Kai. I love it." He stepped in as Kai slid his hands into his own pockets.
Tyson breathed in deeply and then smiled. "It smells like you." The scent was strong and he liked the dark blue-dark grey combination of the design. Kai said nothing as he observed him. Tyson scratched his head.
Avoided his eyes.
Pretended to look around.
Hid his hands in his back pockets.
Rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet a few times.
Shit
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Shit
Three
He closed his eyes for a heart wrenching second, then opened them to Kai. Still in his white shirt and slacks. A solemn but expectant expression on his face. A strange look he hadn't seen on his handsome face before.
But the shirt. That shirt had to go. He worked in it. Talked to all those old geezers in it. Kai couldn't be wearing that crap in his bedroom as well. Not while Tyson was around to witness the hideousness.
He walked toward him, without hurry, because they had no hurry. Then, like an idiot, spun back around to go close the door and lock it because he'd forgotten to do that first. It wasn't as though anyone could barge in on them or they were doing something unseemly, but he just didn't want to leave it open. He wanted the privacy. Wanted this moment to be just theirs. In this room that smelled like his favorite fragrance on earth.
He walked toward him again and this time Kai bit a smile back as he watched Tyson. He too smiled in response because Kai's grin was infectious. He waited and Tyson waited as well.
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He raised one hand, then the other and took the second topmost button of Kai's shirt in hold and worked it open. He saw Kai inhale and then felt it as his chest lifted both his hands upward as it filled with air. "I hate this shirt, Kai," he told him. "I just don't want to see you wearing it in here as well. Alright?"
They locked gazes. Kai nodded.
Button by button, his shirt fell open and Kai tugged it down his shoulders and flung it off of himself, exposing his toned chest and abdomen. Just like that. Easily. Like it posed no risk of giving Tyson a seizure whatsoever.
Tyson looked at him and looked at him, because he couldn't tear his eyes away from Kai and he was embarrassed of himself for staring so much but he couldn't help it. And so he stared. His cheeks growing redder than ever.
Jesus Christ
Sitting at a desk all day, you would expect the guy to lose some muscle mass, but he was still ripped like an athlete and Tyson could literally feel his dick harden. Oh fuck.
He drew in his lower lip and bit down on it. He should speak. He knew. He had to say something. He couldn't just stand there like a dumbass but his dick overrode his brain and he couldn't fucking stop staring. He wanted to touch those abs. All those muscles. What the fuck had he been doing all this time?
Tyson, you dumb fuck, you have wasted so much time…
You could have had all this and more if only you'd said yes a long while ago…
He was shaken out of his stupor when Kai got tired of standing like a model posing to be sketched and approached him. Tyson regained his breathing skills for a second before Kai leaned in to say into his ear in his husky, deep voice, "if you're not planning to do anything, I'd rather go to bed, Tyson."
Oh he wasn't being subtle about it at all now, was he?
Tyson jerked back. "Do what, shitface?" He asked like they both weren't thinking the same thing.
Kai smirked. Tyson wanted to punch him. That urge was nothing new around Kai. "Do what we came here to do."
"And that is?" Tyson prompted, like he had to spell it out for him to understand.
Kai, leaned away to look at him, lifting his chin and jutting his jaw out, mouth open. Tyson wanted to kiss him all over. "I'm not going to say it."
"Then show me," said Tyson and a second later, he was grabbed by the waist and pulled into Kai's chest, his fists landed on his pecs. His stomach pressed against his abs and his open mouth hovered over his lips. Kai drew him in closer and that was when Tyson felt it, against his upper thigh, long and…hard. He gulped as he met Kai's gaze.
"Feel that?" Kai whispered.
Tyson nodded, turned on and out of breath.
"What are you going to do about it?" The question stumped him. What was he going to do about…
He wanted to get on his knees and take him in his mouth. Feel the silky texture of him on his tongue and down his throat. Fuck. Tyson almost salivated at the thought.
When he failed to respond for a good thirty seconds, Kai spoke again. "Why don't we play a game?" He suggested.
"Okay"
"The rules are simple: I get to touch you, but you don't get to touch me."
"What?" Tyson reared back, eyes wide. "No" He tried to break out of his hold but Kai walked them back into the closed door and trapped Tyson between the wood and his body. "That's not fair," he protested as Kai realigned their position so that Tyson's throbbing length finally found some sweet pressure against Kai's thigh. His hips bucked forward in reaction. Kai ground down between his legs. Tyson's head fell back in pleasure.
Kai's arm was fitted snug around his waist, his body finding its place against his like a puzzle piece. He kissed Tyson's cheek softly. "How is it not fair?"
"It just isn't." He wanted to touch Kai and it wasn't right for Kai to take that away from him. Period.
"Hmm" Kai's humming vibrated in his own body. "We either play by my rules or we don't play at all," he said into his ear, breath hot and ticklish. He pressed his thigh harder and Tyson literally melted right there.
He let out a tiny, involuntarily sigh and Kai kissed him again, leaving a wet spot on his jaw. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."
"No" Tyson refused.
"You sure?"
"Yes"
"Fine, then I'm going to bed." Kai stepped away and Tyson immediately felt cold. He shook his head as he watched with stunned eyes.
The fuck?
"Are you serious right now?" Tyson wanted to slap him. This motherfucker.
He strutted backward. "We can't play unless you participate, Tyson," he said rudely. Meanly. He was a mean boy. "It's your fault."
Tyson was turned on and frustrated and this guy was being a total jackass right now. He got mad. "Well, fuck your stupid game, Kai," he yelled. "I-" He caught himself before he could say 'I've been waiting for this for a long time'. He wasn't going to give the slick git the satisfaction of hearing that.
Kai lifted an infuriating eyebrow. Seriously? Seriously? Tyson kept asking himself. Was this guy for real? His dick was painfully hard. He wanted some release goddamit. He glared at Kai as he turned around with a smirk and lay his watch on the nightstand. Then pulled his wallet and phone out of his pockets and put those down too.
Son of a bitch. Son of a motherfucking- Tyson cursed him violently in his head. There was no way. He hated him so much. He was going to smash a chair on his dumb, arrogant little head. Who did he think he was? Wait. Tyson thought with spite. Two could play this shit.
"You know what?" He began. "Fine. Have your way. Let's stay celibate like a couple of morons and see how long you last." Tyson challenged, without thinking twice about the consequences, out of pride and anger.
Kai spun on his heel at this. Equally prideful and competitive, he agreed. "As you wish, Tyson. Let's do this." He thrust a hand out for Tyson to shake.
Tyson wanted to bite his fingers off, but he refrained and smiled with his nose high in the air. He clasped his hand noisily and sturdily. They shook.
"May the best man win," Kai pronounced. "Literally"
"Fuck you"
"Fuck you too," he said and then yanked Tyson into a kiss. A slow, deliberate kiss full of heat that had his toes curling in his boots. Kai pulled away. "Let's see how long it takes you to come crawling back to me."
"Never" Tyson swore.
Kai let go of his hand and turned with a nasty grin that, ridiculously, made his already handsome face look even hotter and Tyson's stupid fucking heart skipped a beat. I hate him, he thought to himself vehemently. I'm going to kill him. Or better yet.
I'm going to torture him with my charm till his iron will crumbles and he drops to his fucking knees like a man starved for a year.
A/N: Ahoy there! I hope you're all well. How's quarantine life? Ours just got extended. I'm thrilled to be staying home for another month. At least I can fucking write. *smiles*
Thank you for reading and reviewing. Yall are awesome. Take care of yourselves. Shit's gonna hit the fan soon and I'm excited for it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Some of you been asking for the nasty and trust me, I like the nasty too, but...that shit's hard to write. We'll see though. Let's see how long they can go without it. I mean if they never do it, I wont have to write it, riiiight? Hehe. Yeah, no, we'll see. Once again, stay safe. Stay home. Eat well. Wash your hands. Bye. Love you. I'll see you soon. Leave a review, dears!
