The Fruits of Proper Communication
Tyson draws away just enough to look at Kai's face. He can taste his breath as he exhales. His hands remain on his shoulder.
"I can't judge you for doing something in a situation that I have never been in. I can't imagine what it's like to be scared for my life. I don't know what I would have done in the same situation. May be I would have done the same. May be I wouldn't have..." His lips tremble as he pauses to think and Kai wonders if he's cold. He can kiss the cold away if he wants him to.
His nose is getting red again. Kai wants to take him inside some building. Some place warmer. But Tyson still has more to say, and he wants Kai to listen.
"I don't know what I would have done," he repeats. Then looks at Kai. "I can't hold it against you. You were scared. You didn't deserve to go through all of that."
"Tyson, I'm not-"
"Fuck Voltaire. Fuck your grandfather and that horrible, horrible man who abuses children. They should both be in prison." He draws away from him, then proceeds to frown angrily at the ground. He's plotting their downfall. Kai rubs his back gently, before noticing that he's slightly shaking.
"Tyson?"
He whips around to look at Kai and there's wetness in his eyes. "I'm sorry for anything hurtful I might have said before."
"You didn't. You don't have to apologize."
"I mean I had my head so far up my ass I couldn't see that you were going through stuff on your own."
That's not his fault. Most people can't see when Kai is troubled because he doesn't let them. "No. I'm sorry I didn't trust you sooner."
Tyson takes a break from his meltdown to give Kai a small smile. "Thank you for trusting me," he says, gratefulness in his gaze. "Thank you for giving me a chance."
Kai smiles. If he didn't give Tyson a chance, then whom would he have ever given it to? "Of course" he says, gently brushing a finger against his cheek. He needs warmth. He needs to get him inside.
Tyson reaches forward to grab Kai's coat and pulls him in for a kiss. Kai closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to cradle the sides of Tyson's head. It feels like coming home. It feels like getting a piece of himself back.
They kiss close-mouthed and Kai pulls away to look at Tyson. His starry eyes, his little red button nose. He tilts his head and kisses him again, deeper this time, warming them both up.
They remain close after, breathing in each other for a moment, Tyson rubbing Kai's chest, happy to be near one another again.
The Four Horsemen are at best a pain in Kai's ass. Hiruta and his henchmen are nothing but robbers. They're stealing from Kai and the boys. And the worst part is that they're not even keeping the money they steal, they're sending more than half of it to their bosses in Hong Kong because they're also a bunch of wannabes who want to join the Hong Kong gangs.
Obviously, the solution to this problem is to increase security, but they keep sneaking in and now the Hong Kong gangs are sending people to kill Kai for killing one of their top men in Dubai. As if the boys hadn't gone there to negotiate with them and instead had gotten nearly murdered by them.
They're in a bar. Tyson clinging to Kai's torso, head on his chest as they wait in a booth to meet a guy. Kai doesn't know if it's the threat on his life that's making Tyson this clingy but he's not complaining.
His shampoo smells like an orchard. He combs his fingers into Tyson's hair playing with it as he asks him about his day.
"I argued with Daitenji today. Got kicked out of class for it." He looks up at Kai, cheekily scrunching up his nose.
Kai's proud of him. He drops a kiss on his alcohol-slicked lips and teeth. "What was it about?"
"The argument?"
"Yeah"
"The cons of grading students on a curve. Your grade depends on other students. It's comparative and unfair most of the time. I told him that and he kept arguing with me and I'm never one to give up so he had no choice but to kick me out."
"I feel for Daitenji. You really never shut up."
"I know" he says smugly.
Kai touches his lips to Tyson's hair, who is tracing Kai's abs through his shirt with his fingers. His touch sticks close to his stomach most of the time, but he wanders down to his belt sometimes and makes Kai's breathing erratic, taking his thoughts somewhere far outside of the club.
That's when the guy arrives. He slides into the booth, opposite them and Tyson straightens in his seat, drawing away from Kai.
"Here you go," he says, pushing a brown envelope towards them. "This was all I could find."
"Thank you" says Kai. The man shakes hands with Kai and then Tyson and he thinks that the man lingers a little too much on Tyson's fingers, but he leaves quickly after and so Kai doesn't have to glare for long.
He makes a mental note to never hire that guy again.
Kai takes the contents out and Tyson reaches for it.
This is information on the fighter called 'Bull' that the Horsemen had sent. Information on his family, friends, colleagues, connections. Kai wanted a thorough profile of him but the envelope isn't bulky. There isn't much on him. Guy was an orphan, raised in foster care, ran away at sixteen and began fighting underground soon after.
"He's just a hire-for-money guy," says Tyson. "He'll fight for anybody if they pay him." He drops the papers on the table disappointedly. "I'm going to get another drink. You want one?"
Kai's pensive, but he nods and when Tyson gets up and starts walking to the bar, he watches him go. He's dressed in a plain black tee shirt the sleeves of which cut off halfway down his biceps, it's not form-hugging but it's tucked into a pair of jeans that are, and it's hard not to watch him move around in it.
He's dazzlingly handsome in the fit.
Kai leaves the booth to meet Tyson halfway across the dance floor with the drinks and quickly tosses the contents of his glass back, startling a yelp from Tyson.
"Slow down?" He looks wide-eyed at Kai as he goes to place it on the nearest table. Then he goes back to him, turns Tyson around with a hand on his waist and whispers into his ear, "let's dance".
He feels a shiver go down his body as he pulls him near.
Tyson giggles, the drink in his hand sloshing as Kai takes a gentle bite of his earlobe.
They sway on the dancefloor as Tyson finishes his drink. At some point he goes to set the glass down and when he comes back he kisses Kai, hands on his jaw and his tongue against Kai's.
Kai draws him close by his hips as they make out, disco lights flashing above them. Loud techno music is playing and it's hideous, but the beat is in tempo with his heart and so its thumping bass is welcome.
Adds to the kiss somehow.
Kai tastes cherry on Tyson's tongue and it's fucking addictive. Getting small hints of different sweet things in his intoxicating mouth, amid his own syrupy, velvety flavour. He can never get enough.
His hands slip down his hips to his back, to his ass, and he gives him a firm squeeze. He's round and he fits perfectly into his palms and his dick wants to be inside of him so much.
Tyson gasps into his mouth and Kai brings his hands back up to cup his face. He draws away to get a glimpse of his expression, his dark lustful eyes, to smooth his thumbs across his cheeks. He tilts his head back with his fingers to kiss his neck, place bites and hickeys on his throat till he knows, that Tyson's hard, and wet in his boxers. The front of his jeans almost soaking with his precum.
He pulls his mouth back to him after, kissing him till he is moaning and yearning for Kai. Riddled with want and need. Completely wet and ready for him. He pulls away then, watching the desire in Tyson's eyes, his beautiful features turning lovelier because of it. Tyson exhales, dragging a hand down Kai's chest. It's dizzying to see him wanting for him and not give into the urge to make him happy. But this is what he should have done from the beginning. Left Tyson wanting more. Each time pushing him a little closer to the edge till he gets on his knees and begs Kai for it.
Tyson's able to cling because Kai is around. Because Kai barely wants to spend time with anyone else. He's with him almost the entire day except in the mornings when they have separate classes.
They walk down the street at night, holding hands, talking about nothing and everything.
"Do you know what my favourite song is?" asks Tyson, like he's just had an idea.
"Some Swift song."
"No" Tyson shakes his head, and his 'no' is drawn out. "That's Hilary's. Mine's...wait I'll let you listen to it." He digs in his pockets for his phone and airpods. "Here"
Kai lets him plug one into his ear and Tyson puts the other into his own.
"Ready?" he asks, eyes twinkling. Kai rolls his. He presses play. Skylar Grey's 'Kill For You' plays.
The singer croons lines like, 'You will make me commit murder' and 'Baby I'd kill for you.'
"A little on the nose," says Kai, not too impressed. Tyson plugs both of the airpods in Kai's ears and backs him into a wall and kisses him with a song about doing anything for someone you love playing in his ears.
He removes the airpods after a minute and flips them around, pinning Tyson up against the building and making out with him.
"Is this a recently developed infatuation?" Kai asks, slowly letting go of Tyson's lower lip from between his teeth. "Are you dating me because you have a kink or something? A fetish?"
"What?" It takes Tyson a minute to figure out what Kai is saying, when he snaps out of the spell Kai had put him under, he looks at him outraged. Then pushes him off of him and starts walking away angrily. "What the fuck?"
"Wait, I didn't-," Kai reaches for him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." He chases after Tyson.
"Of course, I couldn't possibly want you for you," Tyson snaps, stopping and turning around. "It has to be because of some fucking kink."
"I didn't...say that."
"Yes, you did."
Kai kicks himself mentally for voicing his stupid fucking fear out loud. "I'm sorry," he says, trying to save the night. Please, don't let this night end in a fight, he thought. "I didn't mean it."
"Sorry doesn't cut it," says Tyson, simmering down yet still hurt.
"What do you want?" he asks defeatedly.
Tyson's frown clears. He hesitates. "Share a..." He brushes his own arm. "Share a milkshake with me."
Kai closes his eyes. "It's Ring season, baby. I'd love to, but I can't drink a milkshake with you right now."
Despite him turning him down Tyson smiles, a twinkle coming back to his eye. "That'll do too," he whispers.
Kai doesn't understand.
"You called me 'baby'," he says, shy.
He likes being called 'baby'? "You like that?" asks Kai tentatively.
He nods, argument forgotten.
Kai reaches for his arm, pulls him. He comes easily. "Baby" he tries, and Tyson melts. He realizes that he likes it too. Likes calling him that. "Baby" Kai kisses him, pulling him tight against him. Tyson clutches at his shoulders. "You're my baby."
Tyson sleeps over at Kai's a lot. On the night Kai has a fight he comes early, nervous and excited, carrying a bag full of stuff in his arms.
"What's all this?" asks Kai, gesturing towards the bag.
Tyson shrugs, smiles sheepishly. "I couldn't help it." Kai unzips it and takes a peek inside. First aid kit, towels, extra clothes...
"You didn't have to. I already-"
"I know, I just...in case you forgot. I was worried. I'm worried for you."
Kai gives him a peck on his lips. "I'll be fine," he reassures him, touching the bangs on his forehead soothingly. "We'll be fine."
Tyson moves in for a hug and Tala walks in right at that moment catching them embracing like one of them was going off to war and rolls his eyes hard.
He's not subtle with his displeasure.
Tyson
He tries not to think too much because if he does, he'll want to throw up. He's good at that. Not thinking and living in the moment. One minute at a time.
Right now he's in one of the vip seats in one of Kai's arenas in Tokyo. He had no idea. He had no idea the Ring was this big. Or that Kai and the Blitzkriegs organized it. He had no idea Julia was in on it.
He feels stupid sometimes before he remembers that Kai is smarter than most people and even Tala has a hard time figuring out what he's hiding.
Nobody could have predicted this.
Tyson glances at the scoreboard and only two competitors' have a blank space next to their names. Kai's fighting next. Tyson takes a deep breath to calm his nerves as the announcer's voice fills the space. Not too long after, his lover is in the ring with another man and they're trying to knock each other out.
It's not pretty to watch. It's exhilarating. It's exciting. Tyson has his muscles clenched and his breath caught for most of the match but it's not a pleasant experience. He doesn't like it. At all.
He winces and gasps whenever Kai takes hits and exhales in relief when he finds out that he's okay. Near the end of the fight Tyson resolves to never come to one of these again because watching this is like willfully subjecting himself to torture.
Don't get him wrong. Kai's a spectacle to witness in action. He's beautiful up there. Breathing hard, sweat rolling down his form, a certain animalistic glint in his eyes. But if Tyson wants to see him like that, he could just accompany him to the gym.
It's different. A fight against a real person and him punching out a sandbag are two different things to witness, but Tyson doesn't want to watch Kai get hit just so he can get a chance to ogle him when he fights.
He wins. And when he wins no one's happier than Tyson in that space. He jumps to his feet and claps and hoots loudly as though he'd bet a million bucks on Kai himself.
He follows him to the locker room after.
The locker room which is adjacent to the showers and is empty except for the two of them.
"It was exciting," says Tyson to Kai's back. He's unlooping the wrappers on his hands. He turns around to look at Tyson when he hears him, biting the pin on his hand to undo it. His hair is wet and slightly hanging in front of his eyes.
"You liked it?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"No" he says. "I don't want to watch it again and I'm glad no one got seriously hurt, but I guess it was fun at times."
"Mmm you liked it."
"No, I didn't it!... Do you need help with that?"
"I got it."
Tyson watches him undo the wrapper on the other hand as well and glances at the shower. "Oh, you have to shower. I guess I'll… leave then."
Kai grabs a towel, shuts the locker and comes to Tyson, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Right"
Tyson looks at him. He's standing a little close. His skin glistens with sweat. He's radiating heat and he can smell his natural musky scent. Tyson's obsessed with him.
He licks his lips and Kai's gaze falls to it.
"I should go."
"Mhm"
Tyson scratches his head, unsure. Then he rolls to the tips of his toes to press a kiss to Kai's cheek. "'Kay then!" he says and spin around, ready to leave.
At the door, he stops. His fingers on the handle. Kai's already on his way to the showers to the side. He can't just… he can't just go.
Not when Kai is as hot as he is right now.
He turns around again and says, "You were amazing." He waits for Kai to look at him. Then says again, "Out there. You did amazing."
Kai blinks, a small smile graces his lips. "Thank you"
Tyson takes a deep breath and decides fuck it. He's just going to do it. He walks over to Kai and grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss. And oh oh, why didn't he do this sooner?
It's nasty. It's downright lewd. Kai's turned on and he can tell how much he wants him. Tyson lets him back him into the shower walls and press him against it. Kai's energy is almost feral, and Tyson does not want the kiss to stop.
But then he breaks away like he's got some kind of monster restraint and says, "Now get out of here. I have to shower." And just because of that nonchalant statement alone Tyson reaches behind himself and turns on the pipe.
Cold water hits them both from above and Tyson gasps, not expecting it. Kai flinches, but adjusts quickly and slicks his hair back out of his eyes so he can glare properly at Tyson.
"Ah fuck, sorry," he says, teeth starting to chatter, his clothes soaking and his hair matting to his forehead.
Kai suppresses a smile, flicks some of the hair out of Tyson's eye, leans down to kiss him some more.
"Mmm" His touch warms him. He makes out with Kai under the shower for a full ten minutes before he pulls away and they stare at each other unsurely.
Water beats down on their heads while Tyson slowly comes to the realization that Kai's never going to make the first move again. He's waiting for Tyson to reach for him.
He tugs at the hem of his own shirt in uncertainty, the atmosphere between them quickly turning awkward and heated. And unmistakably tense. Kai's looking at him, waiting for him. Tyson drags his eyes up to meet his and asks quietly, "Do you not want me?"
Kai's lips purse, the corners of his mouth tightening as he stares at him. Then he glances down at himself, pointedly. And so does Tyson and he sees the bulge in his shorts.
He's hard.
He wants him. He's never not wanted him. Kai looks at Tyson, tongues his own cheek. And Tyson wonders at his patience. At his ability to not get mad at him despite all the teasing because if it was him, he would have.
Tyson doesn't tease on purpose.
He's just never sure about what he wants.
But right now, he is. Right now, he knows exactly what he wants.
And his gaze drops again. Towards Kai's shorts that are getting wet. And the outline of him becoming more and more clear. Saliva pools in his mouth involuntarily and he reaches for the hem of his own shirt, having come to a decision.
Kai watches him take it off. Pull the shirt over his head and throw it away somewhere to the right. Towards the drier part of the room.
Kai hesitates for a second before following suit and stripping naked in front of him. Tyson can't not stare. He's so… he's so perfect. So perfectly made and proportionate.
Tyson drops his jeans and boxers almost in a daze, unable to take his eyes off of Kai. Then he almost falls forward. For a kiss. Kisses Kai's mouth. His tongue. His teeth. His jaw. His neck. Goes further down.
Trails kisses down his flawless chest, his stomach, his rippling abs, almost worshipping him with his mouth. When he gets down on his knees on the dirty bathroom floor before him it feels like praying.
Kai's hand hovers near him. His face. His head. Wants to hold him. Tyson touches his thigh tentatively. Settles both of his hands on his upper thighs, smoothing them over gently. He shifts forward on his knees, water dripping down his face and chin. Not cold anymore for some reason.
It feels like rain on his skin. Gentle rain as he brushes his tongue against the tip of Kai's cock. Bitter, salty lust touches his tongue, but it tastes sweet to him. It turns him on. He brings his lips to the tip again and Kai combs his fingers into his hair. He's soft with him. He always is.
Tyson places a proper kiss on the head and his cock leaks. Dripping with want right in front of him. Filled with blood and asking for his love and affection almost angrily. Tyson takes a hold of him. Wrapping a fist around him neatly and he fits like a puzzle piece. He fits so well he can't imagine not holding him all the time.
He pumps him lightly, back and forth, barely touching him. Kai's thighs shake quietly, and Tyson rubs his leg with his free hand, massages to comfort. Kai reaches for the walls of the shower above him for balance. Settling both of his palms on the wall, his head tilted down to watch him.
Tyson plays with his cock for all of two minutes before finally giving him what he wants and taking him into his mouth. He sits rich and heavy on his tongue, velvety as he moves in and out of him. Touching the back of his throat lightly and almost making him gag. Almost, but not quite. He thought he was setting the pace and he was, at first, but not anymore. He has both of his hands pressed against Kai's thighs for balance as Kai fucks into his mouth. His hips rocking back and forth gently, almost rhythmically as he fucks him in the showers.
He opens up his throat as much as he can but he's no professional. He's operating on instincts alone and his instincts tell him to keep his teeth out of the way and his tongue flattened and his cheeks hollowed, sucking as he can.
His own dick is hard and painfully in need of some attention. It lays against his legs, aroused, and neglected. Tyson begins trying to rut against Kai when he can't hold back anymore.
Tyson kisses the crown of Kai's cock as he pulls it out of his mouth for a second, only so he can look at him with his blown irises, tap his lips with the tip and push it back in again. Tyson moans when he does so, having gotten over the novelty and shyness of it all by then, sliding his hands up his thighs and his abs and urging him to fuck him harder.
When Kai comes, he comes in ropes of hot semen and Tyson swallows it as well as he can. Surprised because he wasn't expecting so much. By the time he's done, Kai is cursing and Tyson is dazed. He pulls him up roughly by his arms, slams him against the wall and makes out with him, a hand on his throat and a hand on his cock till Tyson comes screaming, thrashing against him as he drinks up his cries.
A/N: Hola, bebes. I am back again. :) You might see more of me in the future or less of me. I can't make any promises, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the last one. I hope you're also having a lovely time. Have holidays started already for you? I'll try to give you a present too. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe love you, leave some love in the comments. I hope I'll get to see yall again soon. And yes, I missed another dose of my meds yesterday and that is why I'm here. :/
