A Trainwreck
"Are you leaving?" a drowsy voice asked Tyson, startling him.
He lingered at the door without turning back. He knew what would greet him if he were to look over his shoulder right now. Hooded green eyes, rumpled hair and sculpted arms. He knew his breath slightly smelled of popcorn and his gaze was hopeful. Tyson didn't want to see the disappointment dim those eyes as he replied softly, "Yes".
Sheets rustled behind him. He tensed, wondering if Denver's star quarterback would get up from the bed and approach him.
It was only six. Why was he awake? Didn't their activities the night before tire him out? Tyson had been hoping to sneak out unnoticed, was looking to avoid this very conversation.
"Will I see you again?" he heard him ask, then a thump followed by a huff. "Could I, like, have your number or something?"
Tyson turned around to face him, fingers still tight around the edge of the door. The football player whom he'd met at a party last night had propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes oddly wide and alert as he stared at him expectantly. Tyson drew a breath in through his open mouth before saying, "I don't sleep with the same person twice."
"Oh" The light dimmed. His mouth falling into a slight pout. Then he shot Tyson a smile and flopped back on the pillow. "Well, goodbye, Tyson. Last night was fun."
"Goodbye" he smiled, despite the fact that the football player was falling right back asleep and couldn't see it. "Have a great day."
He heard him mutter something unintelligible like 'have a great life' or something before he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Tyson heaved a big sigh once he was out. He straightened his hair as he walked down the hallway, made himself look at least halfway presentable.
That was when he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, in his direction. A hushed conversation as well.
He paid no mind, checking for his wallet and keys in his pockets. They were in their rightful places. He hadn't forgotten anything in the hotel room.
Tyson was marvelling at the fine fabric of the carpet under his feet when the two people he'd been hearing having a conversation stepped around the corner.
On the right was a woman, severe-looking and polished, her words clear-cut and quick as she spoke with incorporated hand gestures, and on the left, was Kai, listening to the woman with a pleasant smile and tucking a card into his exquisite suit jacket's breast pocket.
He glanced up at the same time Tyson did and his smile faltered, though it wasn't a smile to begin with. Just a slight upward curve of his lips. It dropped into a flat line when he locked eyes with Tyson, who was walking in the opposite direction he was, his clothes suspiciously wrinkled, eyes just a little too wild, and a glaring hickey high on his neck that was a shade of red too fresh to be from Kai.
These things Tyson supposed were not obvious enough for any passerby to take note of, but he knew Kai was observant. And if none of those things were giving him away, he had an unmistakable look of guilt on his face.
Why he was guilty, and of what he was guilty he wasn't entirely sure. May be it was the fact that it was a Monday. And he'd been with Kai the Saturday prior. Which meant that he had sex three nights in a row.
Tyson averted his eyes quickly, pretended to have something in one of them, and fussed around so he had an excuse to shield himself from Kai's scrutiny with a hand. But not before he saw Kai's brows drawing together a fraction in a slight frown.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he cursed in his head as they passed each other, a breeze of intoxicating cologne flying his way, a layer of expensive feminine perfume tinging the edges.
The woman's voice grew distant as he strode further down the hall, and right before he turned the corner, he heard Kai's low drawl offering his opinion on the matter they were speaking about.
Tyson shook the mortification off of himself as he entered the elevator. He was thinking too much. Strangers' opinions didn't matter. He pressed the button to the ground floor and slumped against a wall.
"If I didn't know better I'd think someone mistook your neck for a dartboard," said Hilary, leaning on the bar and judging him hard.
"You went home with a Callum Scott lookalike without saying a word of goodbye to me. You don't get to judge."
"Listen, my phone died and you were nowhere to be seen."
Ok, she had a point, but he was petty. "Who's the irresponsible one now?" he asked savagely, arms folded as he leant back.
Hilary rolled her eyes. "I had the battery fully charged before I stepped outside my apartment. My phone's just shit."
Tyson had nothing sassy to say to that. He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, taking in her thin form as she stood there with one hand on her hip and the other tapping her fingers impatiently on the counter. Those nails had never been given a manicure.
She was watching the customers in the shop, chin raised in the air when he said, "I got a call from dad."
Hilary turned to face him with veiled concern, because she would never openly admit she cared about him, she'd rather let a sliver of it peek out and have him guess at it. "Everything alright?" she asked carefully. Fingers still.
Tyson was breathing, but his lungs weren't filling with any air. "Hana's been admitted. Again."
Hilary let a frown grace her. It was too severe. Too held back, too exaggerated. "What happened?"
"Her body's rejecting the kidney," he said simply, casually. He even shrugged. Hilary nodded. They got back to work as if nothing had happened. As if everything was alright and normal.
And if he'd seen a stab of pain in Hilary's eyes he pretended he hadn't.
He went tap, tap, tap on the floor with his shoe. His leg jiggling restlessly under the table. The guy was talking nonstop about some new fancy gadget that had recently arrived in the market.
Tyson was bored and mentally checked out. He glanced out the window near their table every two minutes and hoped there'd be a car crash or something because that was how miserable he was. It would be pretty cool to watch though. Two Lambos ramming into each other and going up in flames.
Minus the casualties.
"You have a beautiful smile," he heard the guy say all of a sudden and he broke out of his thoughts.
His date had a long face and thin lips. A trickling of facial hair along his jawline. Not his usual type but he'd had to settle.
"Thanks" Tyson said awkwardly, laughed awkwardly and cleared his throat afterwards, very awkwardly. Their conversation was as dry as a stale bread and they'd finished eating anyway, so he decided to just shoot straight. "You wanna head to my apartment after this?"
The guy wiped his mouth with a tissue and regarded him. "Your apartment?"
"Yeah" he let the implication slip into his tone. Let his intentions be known. "To hang out or whatever."
David. His date's name was David. He swallowed and licked his lips, nodding, his eyes rolling around in his sockets with slight bewilderment. "I'll get the check then," he said with a tight, bright smile.
"So this is me," Tyson announced (or said sheepishly), as he welcomed David into his house and they entered the main room together.
The space was small. A worn out yellow couch on one side, a flat screen tv on the opposite side, a table and a bunch of other stuff cluttering up the rest of the room.
He swung his arms by his side, stepped up to David and went in for a kiss, which David dodged, not impolitely, more like startled and not ready for it. "Oh" said Tyson, pursing his lips and moving away. "Sorry"
"It's alright." That was all he said. No explanation. His gaze darted around Tyson's apartment before it settled on him. He gave him a small smile.
"You wanna?" Tyson started, and stopped. "Do you want to do this?"
"Yeah" David nodded. Determination taking over his features. "Sure" As though he was getting ready for an important meeting.
Tyson huffed a laugh, then without another prompt, dropped to his knees.
David breathed out a slight sigh as his belt was worked open, head bowed as he watched Tyson's fingers do their job.
There was a faint layer of dust over some of the objects in the room, like it wasn't used often enough, or rather the owner didn't spend a lot of time in the space to tidy it up. The couch sagged in one corner, a lamp beside it next to the wall, turned on and casting all the light in there. The walls were thick enough to keep sounds outside the flat from filtering in and joining the inhabitants. Patterned curtains hung on the small windows, dust accumulating in their lesser touched folds, a dying plant in a pot on the sill they were covering.
The sounds of their quickened breathing were loud in the room because there weren't any others to drown them out.
A hand touched the top of Tyson's head as it moved. He drew back to look at David.
"Um" the guy stammered sheepishly. "I think we should stop."
Tyson flinched. He tried to mask it by sitting back on his haunches, and then picking himself up from the ground.
"I- I'm just not feeling it today," said David, tucking himself back into his pants quickly.
Tyson scratched the back of his head. Nodding. "Yeah, it's cool. Don't worry about it."
He met David's eyes and they nodded and smiled at each other before he took his leave.
The door closed with a slam, because that was how it always closed, and Tyson stood in the silence, breathing in and out of his nose, taking measured breaths.
The sting of rejection sat tangible in his gut. He stalked over to the windows and slid one of them open, poking his head out and letting the cool, brisk air wash over him.
What was it? Was it the apartment or was it him?
He felt his chin jutting out indignantly as he processed the fact that he just got rejected. In the middle of a blowjob.
He drew his head back in and paced back and forth across the room.
He knew who wouldn't reject him. Whom he could call right now and be picked up right away. Kai would never do this to him. He would never-
He would never make him feel undesirable.
Tyson took out his phone, ready to place the call and then clicked his tongue and threw the phone on the couch. He was being ridiculous. It would be completely stupid to call Kai so soon, especially after he'd seen him just that morning, walking out after a one night stand. It would be desperate.
Shamelessly so.
He stalked around the hall, back and forth, in front of the couch, making circles, and lines with his footsteps.
He'd gone on a date. He'd been planning to get laid that night. Tyson touched his fingers to his temples and thought about it. Really thought about it.
How embarrassing it would be to reach out to Kai. On a scale from one to ten.
A solid ten.
A solid ten indeed. "Fuck" he cursed, hands on his hips, staring at his phone. Discarded happily on the couch.
It irked him. He walked over to the couch, picked up his phone, sat down on the cushion and placed the phone on his knee.
Was it really that bad an idea?
He stared at the mobile with crossed arms. Thinking hard. Trying hard to hold himself back.
Kai was at his desk, reading an email when his phone began buzzing on top of a stack of papers. He glanced at the caller id and felt his eyebrows lift.
He pressed the green button to answer and leaned back in his chair.
"Would you be available right now if...," the slightly scratchy, boyish voice he'd grown accustomed to hearing every Friday night was speaking into his ear, then it trailed off uncertainly.
"If?" Kai prompted, blinking rapidly, against the sleep in the corners of his eyes, the abruptness of the call.
"If I...were to come over?" He heard him stop unnaturally, like he was holding his breath.
"To my apartment?" Kai asked, sitting a little straighter in his chair and smoothening out a crease on his pant leg.
"Uh...m yeah!" he said fake casually and cleared his throat.
"It's a Monday."
"I know. Well, Tuesday technically, since it's past midnight."
Kai frowned, checked the clock on the wall, and glanced out the transparent part of the wall of his office. A security guard was yawning and stretching near the elevators on the far side of the hall outside.
He could see the numbers on the screen glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Come to my office. Tenth floor. Ask the guard outside the elevator where my cabin is."
"I- Oh! Y-yeah, sure," he said sounding breathless as he hung up.
He watched him enter, seated on the leather chair, long legs stretched out, his elbow on an armrest and his fingers against his lips, as he stepped into the space and pulled the door closed.
"Do you need me to get the..." Tyson paused when he saw that the wall was clear glass and there was nothing to cover it.
"You don't need to worry about that," Kai said, calling his attention to him again, not that it ever moved away. He was hard to ignore or forget about. Tyson could feel his presence on his skin.
He fidgeted. Shifted from foot to foot. Was it him or was this room too cold? "Listen, I wasn't planning on-"
Kai shook his head, interrupted him. "I don't need an explanation."
Tyson stuffed his hands into his pockets, stared at him as he sat there. Felt words rise to his throat. "But that wasn't our agreement," he argued. His argument was that he had a right to explain to Kai why he was breaking their agreement.
Kai held his eyes. Let him mull over his own words. Tyson was about to speak again when he closed his laptop and rose to his feet.
The walls of the office turned black and opaque as he made his way over to him. Tyson looked around at the now obsidian glass surrounding him and felt a thunder start in his chest.
"This wasn't why you came here," Kai said to him, his voice low, close enough for his breath to graze his ear. Tyson whipped his head around to look at him, almost went lips to chin as he glanced over because of how near he was.
Tyson inhaled, sensed a faint scent of Kai's sweat in the air. Erotic and distinctly masculine. He forgot what Kai had said for a moment.
He'd pulled himself back, recalled that he had some pride to salvage, and for that an explanation was necessary, but all his arguments went out the window and his thoughts straight to hell when Kai asked, breathed against his lips, lewd and suggestive, "You want it?"
Tyson's ability to speak left him.
He nodded, because what was pride when someone like Kai made an offer like that?
Kai leaned down, put his mouth against Tyson's ear and whispered hotly, "Come get it."
Tyson grinned, reached for Kai's belt and made quick work of it.
Kai dropped his head to kiss down his neck, his hands still in his pockets.
He stuck a hand in, gasped when Kai sucked in a spot, at the same height as the one Denver's quarterback had left on the other side, and pulled him out. He was already half-hard and heavy in his palm.
Tyson bent back and twisted to capture Kai's mouth, moaning when their lips connected and heat surged through him. Kai's hands grabbed at his hips, digging into his flesh and drawing him closer.
He felt his breath stutter on his cheek as he stroked his cock to a full erection. That was when Kai chose to rip his mouth away from Tyson's and bite into him, sucking the flesh on his neck in between his teeth and lifting him onto the desk.
Tyson hissed in pain and pleasure. "Ah! What the fuck-" he complained. "Don't do that."
Kai's lips and teeth and tongue were sloppy and wet and bruising on his throat. Something tickled in the back of Tyson's mind at the action, but he pushed it even further back and lay down on the desk, shoving papers out of the way.
Kai's attention briefly wavered to the stuff on the table before he drew Tyson's hips toward the edge and pressed himself against his ass.
He gripped the base of the condom when they were done, waiting for Tyson to pull himself off his dick .
He did it reluctantly, feeling so cold and empty immediately after.
It felt strange. It felt wrong. Like a part of him was missing. And it hurt when he moved away, and all the heat in the room left Tyson with him.
He glanced over his shoulder and found that Kai's back was turned. He was getting rid of the condom. Fully clothed except for the unbuttoned shirt and unzipped pants.
The sweat on his body was starting to cool.
Four days in a row. Four days in a row and Kai knew about it. This was a train wreck. He was a train wreck. He gathered his clothes, put them on and rushed out of there without another word.
The lid of the bin snapped shut as Kai took his foot off the pedal. The soft snip of his office door closing followed it soon after and he looked around confused.
There was no one there.
He had left. Without even saying good bye.
Kai zipped his pants, and worked on his buttons as he placed a call.
His phone rang. And rang. And there was no answer.
He tucked in his shirt, pulled on his jacket and called him again. When that try went to voice mail too, he strode out of the office, his phone pressed to his ear, determined to find him.
Tyson had his hand pressed to his mouth, breathing in and out. In and out. His phone buzzing in his pocket. A lump rising in his throat and his confused body aching for someone he couldn't have.
The elevator stopped all of a sudden on the seventh floor with a jerk. He looked up surprised, his fingers falling from his lips.
The doors slid open and Kai leaned an elbow against the rubber of one of them to hold them open.
His chest was rising and falling shallowly, whether that was from the sex or because he'd exerted himself in another way for him he didn't know for sure.
Tyson blinked, shocked to see him. "You stopped the elevator?"
"Are you alright?" asked Kai, his voice slightly breathy, brow furrowed in mild concern, though he mostly looked like he was making a casual enquiry about his health.
"Yeah" he answered, taken aback.
Kai's gaze ran over him, as if making sure he wasn't lying.
"You're unhurt?" He dropped his arm and took a step forward. "Nothing's wrong?"
"I'm perfectly fine. I'm alright." He looked into Kai's eyes. Gulped.
He still wouldn't leave. As if he suspected he wasn't being entirely truthful. Something snagged in Tyson's gut. "You're sure?" Kai asked one last time.
"Yeah"
"'Kay" Kai drew his lips in, nodded and stepped back. "Have a good night."
Tyson breathed shakily. "You too. Goodnight."
He walked away, the doors closed and the tears fell.
