Chapter 2

His cock was on his tongue. Tyson laved around the head, staring up at Kai. Wanting him to look at him.

He had his head tilted back however. His hands in Tyson's hair. Breathing out through his mouth. Every now and then he'd give a little wince or a hiss.

Tyson had a good view of his perfect jaw and neck. But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Frustrated, he dug his nails into his thighs where he was holding on for purchase. Quite hard.

And finally, Kai glanced down at him, even if it was just to glare. He whacked his hand away from his thigh and admonished, "Don't be a fucking brat." His voice was rough and wrecked.

But his tongue was still full of poison.

Tyson yelped in surprise when he slid his cock out of his mouth. He felt the loss and hated it.

Hated Kai a little too when he forced his head back against the wall he was kneeling next to. His breath came out in pants. They were in the hallway just inside the door. Couldn't wait long enough to make it to the bedroom before Kai's belt buckle was undone and Tyson was naked on his knees.

He held his head against the wall now. His fingers knotted in his forelocks. He teased his dick against Tyson's lips once, gliding wetly past them before pushing in between, fitting all the way to the back of his throat.

He shoved down the urge to gag, glaring daggers at Kai, whose eyes were completely swallowed by his pupils. He didn't give a shit. He drew out of his mouth till the tip was right at the edge of slipping out before thrusting back in, filling his mouth. Tyson fought for air as his hips came to touch his nose.

His hands fluttered up to Kai's pants that were pushed down to his thighs. And his eyes watered. He felt caged in. His knees hurt from the floor.

But he loved it.

He reached up with one of his hands and intertwined his fingers with Kai's free ones as he fucked his throat however he liked.

He moaned sounds without registering them and Kai's palm closed around his cheek once, wiping the tear that slid down his face.

Then he pulled away and Tyson sighed, his mouth and lips slick with spit and precum. He could breathe again. He blinked to clear the tears in his vision and glanced up at Kai, who helped him stand up.

"Come here" he said. All gentle as he supported some of Tyson's weight in the process of getting him back on his feet. He wrapped an arm around his bare waist and met his eyes before kissing him.

"Too rough?" he asked, moving to kiss along his ear.

"No" Tyson said, sighing. Glowing.

"Fine?" His breath was warm on his cheek. On his neck.

"Hmm" he hummed, smiling softly as Kai kissed his neck. His nice hands dropping down to caress his ass. Fondling and kneading gently at the flesh.

Tyson hooked a leg around his waist.

Kai pressed in slowly, sliding in without resistance. Tyson had fingered himself open before coming over. Kai knew this. They'd been meeting without fail for weeks now.

Tyson sighed as he moved in and out of him at an unhurried pace, his face buried in his neck. One hand on a butt cheek, keeping him parted for himself.

"You know…" he began.

"Shush" said Kai, his voice dangerously close to his ear.

He went on anyway. "I'm a loud person. You can't do this to me."

"Then make all the fucking noise you want just don't fucking talk." His hand flexed on his hip in warning once.

Tyson rolled his eyes. "That's another thing. I've been think-" he stopped when Kai stilled in him and raised his face out of the crook of Tyson's neck to look at him.

He was frowning.

He didn't usually frown when they were at it.

"You want to talk?" he asked Tyson, a hint of a threat behind the question.

"I-" His mouth went dry. He fumbled for the right words but couldn't find any.

Kai's hand gripped his hip all of a sudden, and heaved him up till he was fully in his arms and thrust into him. Hard.

White hot pleasure lanced through him. His mouth fell open in a shocked gasp.

"Still wanna talk?" asked Kai, his eyes liquid black.

Tyson didn't have time to react before he thrust in again. He gave up then. Shaking his head fervently. He wound his arms around Kai's shoulders and drew him close enough to kiss as he continued to snap his hips against his.

Kai brought his mouth to his then, kissing him thoroughly. All the way till they both came, sighing and groaning into each other, and Tyson's chest was dowsed in warmth and ecstasy. Melting in Kai's arms.

When they were done, however, he simply dropped him. Let him fall and find his balance before he planted ass-first on the floor. It put him off. But not enough to ruin what they'd done.

If anything it was like a call back to reality.

Tyson cursed, a little cold and shivery. There was cum leaking down his thighs. And some on his own stomach. He looked at Kai who was tucking himself back in his pants. Clothed and clean as a whistle.

"Do you have like a…" he asked, "a wipe or someth- oh thanks."

He accepted the handkerchief Kai gave him with a smile which was again not returned as Kai just turned away and walked into his apartment. Tyson cleaned himself quickly - as best he could – and examined the cloth. There was a monogrammed H on it. How conceited. He didn't like showering at other people's houses. He'd had one too many bad experiences. And he'd bet Kai's bathroom was polished and pristine, but he preferred the comfort of his own. He'd rather be sticky for a few minutes than suffer trauma.

"Do you need it back?" Tyson called down the hall as he dressed. Kai had disappeared.

He pulled on his overly tight jeans that were hard to get into but hugged his curves gorgeously once he was in. And buttoned up his full sleeve red shirt. He'd chosen a fancy outfit today. He had a sudden urge to look dashing before coming over and though the jeans cut off his blood circulation slightly it paid off because Kai couldn't resist when he opened the door and saw Tyson standing there with a shit-eating grin.

"To add to my shrine?" Kai's sarcastic voice asked from somewhere suddenly and Tyson looked up to find him leaning at the far end of the wall.

Tyson held up the wadded handkerchief. "I'll wash it and give it back to you next week."

"Keep it"

"I don't want it. It's got an ugly 'H' on it."

That earned him a raised eyebrow. "Throw it away then," he said with a shrug of his shoulder. Then flared a hand toward the front door. "Fuck off"

R00d.

"Yes, I was going to do that. But wait, hold on." He walked forward, past Kai - who observed him with a frown - into the living room and dumped the balled up handkerchief into the small bin next to a stale and tasteless end table. "Problem solved," he said, spreading his fingers like 'tada!' and marched out of Kai's place with his nose high in the air.


"Her meds went up again," were the first words his dad said to him when he answered the call. He squeezed the pizza box he just took out of the fridge. "Donno how we're going to be able to afford it. I'm already working three shifts."

Tyson nudged the refrigerator door closed with his foot and set the box on the counter, opening the lid. "We'll figure something out," he said into the phone. There were two full slices and a half-eaten piece left.

"She has enough for this month. It's next month I'm worried about."

Tyson moved the pizza slices to a plate and put them in the microwave to heat up.

"I'm considering," Bruce hesitated. Tyson bit his cheek, his nostrils flaring. "What we talked about."

His anger burst. "We didn't talk about it, dad. We argued about it. I don't want to do that."

"We have no other choice."

"We do! We do!" The microwave began beeping. "Just- just let me think. Give me a few days, I'll come up with something." He raked a frustrated hand through his hair.

His dad went quiet. "You sister doesn't have a lot of time on her hands, Tyson."

"A few days, dad. A week at worst. Just...don't- don't do that."

His dad agreed reluctantly. Tyson placed the phone down and put his head in his hands. His breathing loud and heavy.

The kitchen smelled like pizza.

He opened the microwave and sat down to eat after a few minutes.


"I need to get another job. And soon. My sister med's went up again."

Rei stared at him with concern. "I could lend some...for the next month."

"Thanks. But it would make me feel like crap." They sat at the bar, talking over glasses of whiskey, the orange lights of the club flashing overhead.

"I get it. But I'm your friend, Tyson. We've known each other for over ten years now."

"I know you want to help, but it wouldn't sit right with me." He downed the rest of his drink. Rei silently ordered another one for him.

"I heard that fast food joint down the road was hiring."

"Which one?"

"Couple blocks from your coffee shop," Rei said, a smile pulling along his mouth.

"Oh god, no. We're rivals."

"Aheh"

Tyson watched the light play against the drink and the glass. "I want to own that coffee shop someday."

"Hmm" Rei put a finger above his lip. "I can see that happening."

Tyson smiled whimsically. "Someday" He fingered the rim of his glass. His grin souring as his stomach curdled with a thought. "Do you think I threw my life away when I dropped out of Toho?" he asked Rei, casually, a brick on his chest.

Rei glanced at him. His Rolex timepiece reflecting neon. His work tie loosened around his neck. "No"

"No?" His chest constricted.

"You were doing the right thing. Your sister needed you."

Tyson swallowed thickly. Afraid to ask the questions that plagued his mind day in and day out. Afraid of what he would say. Afraid of the truth.

"You'll carve a path to your goals eventually. I know you." Rei gave him an encouraging pat on the back, his voice dead honest. "You never give up."

Tyson smiled slightly. Ribs expanding again. "Yeah" He tightened his fingers around the glass, then picked it up and took a long draught.


It took him in a minute to make out his face because he was kinda drunk but that dark figure in the booth was certainly Kai and he was with someone.

Kissing and making out in the shadows.

Tyson watched the show for a minute, giving him points on technique. Then he was at their table. "Can I borrow your partner?" he asked the blonde dude who was busy eating Kai's face. He tapped him twice. Many times. Till they separated.

"Hi, Kai," he beamed.

He didn't look happy to see him. "What are you doing?"

"I...I want you," he shrugged. "Sorry" he apologized to the blondie who looked super pretty.

"Do you know this guy?" Kai's partner asked him.

And for a second he looked like he would say no, then he drew a hand down his face and excused himself. "Just a second." He got up, grabbed Tyson by the elbow and moved him into a corner. "What do you want?"

Tyson kissed him, looping his arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth when he tasted him. Whiskey and mint. Kai's hands closed around his waist, leaning under Tyson's weight.

"Take me home," he whispered, drawing back. "Please" He rubbed himself against his thigh.

"You look drunk out of your mind," Kai replied, leaning Tyson against a wall, but not taking his arm away from the small of his back.

"Take me with you, take me with you, take me with you," he begged, giving him molten kisses in between. Kai kissed him back too a couple times.

"No"

He'd probably have consequences for this. But he didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to stop feeling the way he did.

"Fuck me" Tyson growled against his lips, bringing a knee up between Kai's legs. He broke then. Fitting their mouths together and ravaging him right there in a shadowed corner of the club.


A/N: cross posted from AO3 actually. i dont get time to write these days and i think i wont be able to for a long ass time so 😕. Stay safe. Bye.