A/N: I didn't mean to offend anyone with my stupid note in the last chapter. It was never my intention. And if I did offend anyone I am sorry. Please forgive me. I have foot in mouth disease. I put my foot in my mouth sometimes. And say stupid shit. Sorry.

Now that that's out of the way. Enjoy the chapter!


The Ferrari World Roller Coaster Ride

He doesn't feel so good.

Tyson goes outside the tent searching for Kai. He doesn't find him right outside like he had expected he would. He picks his way around the tent, the lighting getting darker as he moves toward the back. The tent is at the edge of the Village.

It is dark behind it.

Nothing but a little stretch of empty road ahead and then sand all around it, and beyond it.

He spots Kai standing a few feet away in that desolateness. His back to him. A dark form wreathed in shadows.

He's not on his phone. He has his hands in his pockets and his chin tilted up thoughtfully.

The milky moon in the sky, cowering behind clouds, illuminating him just enough for Tyson to see him.

He looks like he's comfortable there. Like Tyson shouldn't disturb him.

"Kai?" he calls his name out loud.

He half turns, like he already knew he was there.

"Let's go?" He meant to say it like a sentence and not a question, but his conviction dies and his declaration turns into a suggestion when his eyes meet Kai's.

"Bored?" he asks in response. Tyson's stomach tingles.

"Yeah" He nods. "Hungry" He breathes in sharply after he says that, regretting it. Why did he say that? That's such a stupid thing to say. He clenches his fists at his sides.

Kai turns and walks back toward him. His feet silent on the asphalt.

When he stops in front of him, Tyson has to look up. He's blocking the moon. Was he always so big?

He's not canting his head down to talk to him like he was doing all day. Preferring to stand up tall and look down at Tyson.

He's making him feel small.

"Back to the hotel?" Kai asks, but it's not really a question.

Tyson doesn't want to go back to the hotel with him. Not now.

"What about the creek?" he asks, hesitantly. "You said we'd go to the...floating restaurant."

Kai watches him silently. Tyson holds his breath, unknowingly. His hands together. His eyes mooning.

He nods at last, his gaze flicking down Tyson's form once. Twice. Then he moves around him, walking back to the Village.

Tyson breathes out.


The boat is pretty. It's so pretty. Decorated with string lights and plants.

Tyson climbs aboard first and looks around. There are people sitting and eating at tables.

He senses Kai step in after him and watches with annoyance as he sucks all the attention in the space towards him.

Is he aware that he does this? That when he steps into a place heads turn in his direction no matter where he is?

Tyson feels invisible next to him. He could walk naked and no one would look at him if Kai was beside him.

He trudges toward an unoccupied table near the middle with a sigh. The restaurant smells like...delicacy!

He sinks into a chair and looks up at Kai expectantly, running his hands down his thighs. The seat is wide enough for two people.

Kai slides into the empty space next to Tyson almost without thought. Like the chair across doesn't exist.

He doesn't look too thrilled to be here however. He's probably itching to go someplace else. Somewhere that holds miles more wonder.

Like the underwater room thing he wanted to check out earlier.

Or go swimming with sharks in Atlantis, the Palm.

Or go snowboarding in Ski Dubai.

Whichever one he's in the mood for.

"Is Ferrari World open at this hour?" he asks Kai out of curiosity.

"Unlikely" he says, his gaze on his hands on the table top. He has really nice hands. Long-fingered and nicely shaped. Veins running along the back.

They're big enough to dwarf Tyson's face. But he's not thinking about that.

He likes his watch.

The waiter brings them a menu and Tyson eenie meenie miny moes a dish.

"Don't you want anything?" he whispers to Kai.

"It's 11 pm," he replies.

"Okay, but have something."

"No"

He hands the menu back with a sheepish smile.

Kai leans back in the chair with a heavy exhale.

Is it him or is he sighing a lot?

Tyson thinks of a topic to converse about as the boat starts moving.

There are other similar floating restaurants as well, decorated with lights. The lights are everywhere and it's making him happy happy.

Kai doesn't share his happiness.

Tyson wonders who called him and what about. He seems to have withdrawn back to his usual broody self.

He liked the chatty Kai from the morning. And the sexy Kai in the evening. He's not sure about this one.

This is, however, the ever present one. The others just peek through from time to time.

Some of that untouchable air from earlier seems to have vanished though. He is halfway approachable again.

"What are the twins' names?" he asks, picking at the fabric of his own shirt sleeve. His forearms are on the table.

Kai turns his head, his gaze sliding to him. "The twins?" he asks.

"Yeah"

"Maree and Zoya," the vowels sound exquisite rolling off his tongue.

"Wow" he exclaims, awed. "Those are such pretty names." Kai's eyes are on him. "I like yours a lot. Kai. It's a really cool-sounding name." He's reading him. Seeing him. Tyson colours under his scrutiny.

"And what about yours?" Kai asks him.

"Mine?" Tyson sits back. A little away from Kai so he can properly face him. His knee an inch from his thigh. "It's American. Dad gave us American names to make documentation easier. There will be no fuckup with our names in the paperwork if it's something easy and English. Like 'Tyson Granger'. He thought it best since he's a traveler and assumed his children would end up roaming the world like him too. It's easier with American names."

Kai looks interested. "Do you have a Japanese name?" he asks.

"Yeah" Tyson nods. "My grandfather named me 'Takao Kinomiya' when I was born. Kinomiya was our original family name before Dad changed it."

"Kinomiya" Kai says the name like he's trying out the feel of it on his tongue, giving him a once over. "Suits you."

"You think so?" Tyson scoots closer, moving his own hair out of his eye.

Kai nods once, his gaze full of meaning.

The food arrives.

"Tharyd" the waiter announces as he sets it down on the table top.

"Thank you" Tyson almost bows. Kai stops him at the last second, by touching his hand under the table. He immediately freezes.

"They don't bow," he says in explanation. And Tyson exhales when he realizes that's why he touched him. Not because...He doesn't let himself finish the thought.

Kai takes his hand away and Tyson relaxes, picking up the big spoon.

"This looks delicious," he comments appreciatively. He takes a bite. The flavour is thick and rich. "Mmm!" he exclaims, eyes widening.

He looks at Kai and sees him glancing away.

"Want a bite?" he asks, scooping up a spoonful.

He's already leaning away, like he knows Tyson's going to push. "No"

"Just to see how it tastes," he insists.

"I know how it tastes," Kai tells him. One hand coming up to ward him off.

Tyson's shoulders sag in disappointment. He sticks the spoon in his own mouth.


He's jittery when they get back. He stands near the windows, his hands jammed deep in his jean pockets.

Kai's pulling the extra pillows off the bed, discarding them in a stack on a chair.

Tyson fixes his hair, looking at his own reflection in the glass. Strands of his hair are sticking up from his fringes like they're intending to make him look ridiculous.

They don't lie down. It's annoying.

He gives up on them when he sees no improvement, dropping his head back with a breath. Eyes closing.

The silence helps a little.


Kai sleeps with his hands folded behind his head.

Tyson's playing tic tac toe with himself on a silk cushion next to him. There's space for half a person between them.

He's listening to his deep, even breaths. It's all he can hear.

Tyson buries his face in the pillow and it smells like roses.

He fists his hands on either side of his head. Digging his nails into his palms.

He can't see Kai. Not really. But he can see him in his head. The outline of him. The soft rise and fall of his chest. The luminous skin of his biceps below the hiked sleeves of his black shirt. Stretching the fabric.

He bites the cushion of the pillow between his teeth. Hard. Wishing, wishing it was something else.

He rubs his nose into the silk.

The front of his toes graze over the sheet. Tingles run up his calves. He's not under the blanket. The blanket is too hot.

He burrows his face deeper into the quilt. His spine curving. His stomach pressing into the bed. He grinds his hips against the mattress once.

It's not enough.

He wants to scream.

The skin on his back is tingling. He is tingling all over. Between his legs. Between his thighs.

He wants someone to touch him.

Someone. Not a someone. He can hear his even breaths. His deep breaths. His lungs expanding with air and falling.

Tyson sighs and it's almost a moan. A cry. Of loss.

His shoulders shake as he cries silently. No tears fill his eyes. He's a desert in a desert.


Kai's driving. The sun is slanting through the windshield. On his arms.

He has shades on. He looks like he took the razor to his jaw in the morning. And trimmed. It's not making Tyson's situation any better.

He has the GPS on. They're going to Ferrari World. Ski Dubai after. They might catch a falcon along the way. He wants to make one sit on his arm and eat treats off his palm.

A Porsche passes them. It's not better than Kai's. Tyson looks down at it in disdain.

There's peanuts in the backseat. Among the assortment of nuts in the hamper. He sticks his hand in and grabs a fistful.

"I don't know why I'm so hungry," he tells Kai.

"I don't mind that you're hungry."

"I know you don't," he says and it comes out flirty. He kicks himself mentally. He pops a peanut in his mouth to prevent more crap from slipping through.

Kai thankfully lets it slide, because he's taking a U turn. It's a whole show. Tyson watches him as he shifts and looks around, and sighs woefully.


"I think I like it like that," Cardi B's playing in one of the shops in Ferrari World.

Tyson wiggles in tiny as they walk past the food court. A bag of jellies in hand.

"Don't get any on the floor," Kai tells him.

"Do you think I'm five?" Tyson shoots back, making a face.

They enter the aisle for Formula Rossa and he bounces lightly on his feet in anticipation.

Kai dips his hand into Tyson's open jelly bag and draws one out. He perches on one of the steel bars separating the lines of people waiting to climb aboard and reads the plastic covering of the jelly.

"Finding flaws?" Tyson leans to whisper in his face. "Your favourite job?"

"Just trying to see what's going into your body."

"Because you care about me?" God, he just cannot stop flirting, can he?

Kai looks up. Eyes hooded. He peels the plastic off the jelly tub and raises it to Tyson's mouth, essentially feeding him the toxins. Question answered he guesses.

He dips his head back and lets the jelly slide down his throat. It's mango. He straightens and shoots Kai a sour look.

Kai drops the empty cup in Tyson's bag, gaze unwavering. Annoying dick.


In Ski Dubai he sits on the fake snow and makes snowmen.

He watches Kai talk to someone at the edge of the room they're in, where the light does not quite reach. He can't make out the other guy's face because of the poor illumination, but he can make out the snake tattoo curling around his hand. His hand isn't attractive the way Kai's is. Neither is his tattoo.

It's nasty-looking.

Whereas Kai's look carefully designed, like a lot of thought had gone into it.

He has diamonds climbing up the base of his thumb, big capital letters along the backs of his fingers - between his knuckles. Russian, he thinks. Russian letters. Tyson can't read them. Then there's the large flaming phoenix head adorning the biggest part of his hand. It's flames trailing up the sides.

He thinks...

Tyson thinks it's the best tattoo he's ever seen.

He pushes the snowman's head off. Then pushes all the snow before him way far back till he's made an icy grave for himself.

He lies in it. The cold seeping in through his jacket and pants.

When Kai finds him, he smiles.


He falls asleep in the car. After spending ages staring at Kai through his lashes.

When he opens his eyes again, the sun is setting, and they're in the desert.

There's a set up on one side of the road when he climbs out. A Bedouin style seating.

Compete with floor cushions, Persian carpets and lanterns. An awning stretches above.

He gives Kai a lazy smile when he steps out. Kai's waiting for him at the edge of the carpet.

"All you're missing is a camel," Tyson says, rubbing his eye.

"Would you like me to bring one?" Kai asks him. Smart ass.

"No, thank you." He's scared of them now. It freaked him out when he rode on one earlier. The sudden rocking forward when it first gets up is not something he wants to experience again.

Tyson walks toward the set up, kicks his shoes off and crosses into the carpet.


The sunset is beautiful.

Kai's wearing short sleeves and Tyson's eyes keep wandering to his arms.

And his legs. He likes the way Kai walks. His legs are long. And he likes the way his thighs look in jeans.

When Kai holds a spoon in his hand, and eats, Tyson feels something gnaw inside of him. And he gets hungry. So hungry.


"How long did you stay here last time?" he asks, squeezing lemon on his salad.

"A month" answers Kai. Their thighs are almost touching. He can feel his heat radiating to him.

"Did Tala like it here?"

"I think he did."

Tyson picks up his bowl and brings it closer to his chest so he can eat with more ease. This type of seating is not for him.

"What about you?" he asks. "Do you like it here?"

"It's not bad."

Tyson rolls his eyes.

"What's your favourite place then? Do you have one?"

Kai turns his head to look at him. He is so close. Tyson can smell his breath. He smells like minty leaves and lemon. "No"

"I do" Tyson looks away before he accidentally inhales a chicken piece and chokes. "My hometown"

Kai puts his bowl down. It's empty. He's done. Tyson feels the gnawing in his stomach grow.

He drags the bottle of water towards him.

Tyson stuffs salad into his mouth. "How many countries have you been to?"

Kai leans back. Drinking. His legs spreading. "A lot"

Tyson stabs a chicken cube. "Are you a traveler?" he turns to ask Kai.

"No, not really," he says, a slight frown of puzzlement between his brows at the sudden tension in Tyson's shoulders. He's taking his hand off his nape. "Not that many countries. I don't really enjoy traveling."

Tyson clutches the fork in his grip. "Right" he says, then shrugs. "Just curious"


He's sitting on the bed, worried for his life. He forgot to open the curtains again. The room is black around him. He can't see shit.

He scoots to the middle of the bed, and frets over where Kai is. Is he this way or that way?

"Kai?"

No answer.

"Kai?" he tries again. Motherfucker is not responding. "Kai, for fuck's sake, don't stay quiet. Say something!"

He hears quiet laughter coming from the right. Asshole. Tyson goes that way.

He doesn't care what Kai thinks, he wants to keep his body parts intact. He crawls on his fours till his hand stumbles upon a lump.

Ah great. It's Kai. It might be his hip that he touched. He doesn't have time to be embarrassed about that right now.

Tyson lies on his side as close to Kai as he can get without like, making him uncomfortable.

"I can smell your breath," he says to him.

Tyson closes his mouth. Then he opens it to say. "I brushed my teeth though."

"That's not the point."

"I'm sorry"

Tyson bites his lip. He tugs the blanket further above his body till his head is all that's over it. He stays silent, listening to Kai breathe.

After a minute or so, he calls his name softly. "Kai"

"Hm?"

"I-" He snuggles closer to him, while still making sure they aren't touching. "Did you see me kiss Julia?" he asks and holds his breath.

He thinks he hears the briefest of hitches in Kai's breathing. So brief he's not sure he didn't imagine it. He probably imagined it. "That's none of my business, Tyson," he answers in just as soft a tone as in which he asked.

"But did you see it? The post?"

"Yes"

Tyson chews on his lip. "Did you see me with Mystel? The blonde guy."

The pause is longer this time, and he knows he didn't imagine it the first time either. "Yes" he says. Tyson thinks he's clenching his teeth. He sounded like he was.

He curls his hand in his palm. Gulping. "Were you mad?"

"Why?"

"Were you mad I kissed them?"

"No, why would I be mad?" There's something in his voice. It's too controlled. Too conscious of itself.

"Because...because you like me."

Kai turns his head and his nose almost brushes Tyson's.

Tyson gasps in a silent breath.

"Why do you wanna know if I was mad or not?" Kai asks him, whispering. His whisper is borderline mad. But still smooth.

It's him who cannot answer straight away this time. He presses his lips together. His lips that he knows Kai likes. "Because I wanted you to be mad."

"You did it to make me mad?" He senses incredulousness.

"No. I did it for myself. But I also wanted to piss you off."

He hears Kai swallow hard. And he knows that his throat is working in that attractive way it does when he's pissed and trying not to be. "You're mad right now," Tyson tells him.

His breathing has gotten raggedy. "And you want me to be?" Kai asks, getting madder, but he already knows.

"I want you to be." Tyson nods, lying back. Knowing it's going to fuck Kai right up.

He's expecting it, but it's still a surprise - and a relief - when Kai's hand slides up his throat. His calloused hand on his tender skin.

He's risen up on an elbow because his breath is coming from above Tyson's face.

He presses, his fingers closing in, till it's constricting his airway just the slightest bit. The prefect pressure on his throat.

"You're sick" Kai whispers, his hair touching Tyson's nose.

"You're sicker" he tells him in return. The pressure increases. His heart goes erratic in his chest.

Kai touches his bare shoulder with his fingertips. The silken robe had ridden down in his shuffling earlier.

Tyson sighs. The pleasure spreads down his chest.

He unties it. The robe. There wasn't much holding it together in the first place.

Cool air kisses his abdomen. His thighs. Kai's hand leaves his neck for the briefest of moments to peel the rest of it away from Tyson's body. Exposing him.

Except he can't see anything.

May be he can. If his desire for him is great enough.

Tyson raises his back off the bed to pull his arms out of the sleeves. He hears a rustle of fabric from Kai's direction and he knows he's stripped something off.

May be his shirt. He's hoping it's his shirt.

He comes back to Tyson. And it was his shirt. Tyson touches his bare chest with his palms.

His skin is cool. His muscle has no give to it.

He lowers over Tyson and his heat is for him as well. It covers his thighs.

Kai's forearms come to rest by Tyson's upper arms. And he knows he's taken off everything. He's naked. He can feel him between his legs.

He smooths his hands down the sides of Kai's head. His neck. His shoulders.

"You're so-" He touches his forehead. His eyebrows. He traces them. "You're so beautiful."

Kai's hand closes over his waist. He squeezes. It sends a tremor down his body. Tyson's breath comes out shivering.

He slides his fingers down his chest. His ribs. He flattens his palm over his abs. He's hard everywhere.

Tyson lets his hand go lower. Kai's breathing is picking up. He touches the trail of hair running down to his pelvis.

The hard V of his lower abdomen. Lower. Lower. His skin is starting to heat.

He stops just short of touching him where he knows he wants him the most. Bringing his fingers back up. Walking them slowly back up his body. He can feel his heart hammering.

Tyson holds his neck. Runs his hands up his nape. Kai has goosebumps on his skin.

He pulls him down gently. Toward himself. Till their eyelashes are brushing against each other. Feather soft.

He feels a smile curve on his own lips. "Do you miss me?" he asks him.

He hears Kai gulp. He feels him gulp.

His heat is all around him.

Tyson touches his lips to his cheek. He smells faintly of sweat.

Kai moves. His lips graze Tyson's. His heart is full. His heart is bursting.

"Do you?" he asks again, in a whisper, their lips touching. Kissing.

He can feel Kai's heart against his.

Tyson brushes their noses together. "I miss you," he whispers to him.

Kai kisses him. Hard. Pushing his head into the pillow.

Tyson feels himself falling. Tumbling down multiple storeys. It spreads from his mouth to his throat to his lungs to his heart to the rest of his body. And he can't stop thinking, Kai.

Kai

Kai

I..I love you


A/N: I am no writer.

But I am sad to say we might be going on a hiatus soon. Once they get back from Dubai. Yeap. Thas sad.

Also, this chapter...has so many motherfucking drafts...it could be a storm. There are so many scenes that didn't make the final cut. i went off road so many times yall wont beleive it. I screamed at Macibacsi because of it. Like it's there in my head. Everything is there. But I cant fucking put it on paper. Hence I am now declaring that I am no writer. Case closed. Let's go home. I might post those FUCKING drafts on PoL later.

:)

Thank you for reading, lovely people. ( Maya, welcome to the site, I will check out what you asked me to. )

Bye bye, leave a review because I am curious of what you think about this chapter. Like genuinely curious. Anyways, ta ta. Take care. See you soon.