Love, I'm Jealous

Tyson's rushing out of the house when Tala blocks his way to the door, throwing his arms out wide. "Whoa whoa, where are we running off to?"

"I have to get something from the dorm," answers Tyson, adjusting his bangs nervously.

Tala's eyes are sharp and judging. "Is he up?" he asks, slowly lowering his arms.

Tyson pauses, then shakes his head.

"So you're sneaking out." A sly smile spreads across his mouth.

"I'm not sneaking out," he states, taking an indignant breath. "I just have something to do. Somewhere to be. Can you move?"

"At 7 in the morning?" Tala inquires, crossing his arms.

Tyson glances at the door behind him. His frame blocks it very effectively.

"You were up late last night, weren't you? I could hear you guys. Congratulations on that, by the way," he says with a shark-like smirk. "Only took forever."

Tyson purses his lips, silently fuming. "What do you want?"

"Why are you up so early? Where are you going?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"That's my brother you're screwing. Mess with him and I'll cut your balls off."

Tyson exhales heavily through his nose, staring at him wordlessly, then walks around him toward the door.

He almost makes it. He gets it open, but a second later a hand shuts it back. "You don't have to worry about-" Tyson starts.

"He likes you a little more than anyone he's liked so far," Tala breathes into his face. Tyson's heart hitches. It's wonderful news to hear but he delivers it like a threat. "So, I'm going to watch you like a hawk."

"You already do," he says.

Tala stares him down for a couple more seconds before he takes his hand off and walks away.

Tyson pries the door open and storms out.


The breakfast sandwiches at his favourite coffee shop on campus are a dream. Heaven in each bite. Especially the beef ones.

"Hi there!" greets Emily with a blinding grin.

"Hullo" Tyson returns around a mouth full of food, happy to see her.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever. Kai literally stole you from us." She takes a seat across from him. "Is that all for you or…?" she points towards the four sandwiches before him.

"All for me. I'm famished. I didn't eat anything last night." He takes a big bite.

"Why?"

Tyson shakes his head. "Wasn't hungry." He picks at a salad leaf. "How's hell week going for you?"

"Oh. As usual, I guess. Not too bad, not too good. Some of the questions were tricky this year. I wonder who's new on the committee."

Tyson's never wondered about the examination committee. He has no helpful answers to offer so he eats.

"How is this week going for you?"

He puts the sandwich down. "It's okay. I have….Kai's really good at explaining stuff."

"Oh, so you don't need me anymore?"

"I need you," says Tyson, honestly.

Emily smiles. "How are things with Kai? You haven't told me anything after that text you sent right after you got back with him. That text was super gross by the way."

Tyson laughs. "Things are good. Like it's new and weird but good." He doesn't mention the part where he's feeling ten different emotions at once.

Emily nods, smiling lightly. "And in the bedroom?"

"Especially in the bedroom," he says before hanging his head, mortified.

"The first time was okay?"

"Yep. More than. I can't have enough of him."

"Told you he was good at that," she says, and it dampens his mood immediately, wiping the smile off his face. "Dude's got a reputation for a reason."

Tyson wants to scream.

He packs the rest of his uneaten sandwiches into his bag and says, "I forgot I had somewhere to be. See you later, yeah?"

Emily looks surprised. "Um, okay. Bye. Have a good day, love."

"You too. I'll call you." He flashes a smile at her and exits the shop.


He settles down at a table and bench set up under the shade of a large tree and takes his books and sandwiches out.

He munches on the food as he sifts through the course material. Kenny finds him. He comes and perches on the bench. Chats with Tyson for a few minutes and leaves quickly. The finals helping him hide from people and keep unwelcome conversations short.

He ends up falling asleep on the table however and only his phone's loud ringtone wakes him up.

"Hello" he answers groggily.

"Where are you?"

Oh, it's his love.

"Under a tree."

"Which tree?" he asks amused.

"Wait, I'll send you my location. Hold on." He pulls the phone away from his ear to quickly punch out his location.

"I'll be there in a minute. Stay there."

"You're on the grounds?" Tyson asks but the line goes dead. "Asshole" he curses.

He's snoozing over the books again when Kai gets there. "Sleepy?" He cups a hand under his face to wake him up.

Tyson jerks to alertness. Kai sits next to him on the bench and Tyson leans into his side immediately.

"Could have gotten a few more hours in today morning. You have plenty of time to study before the next final."

Tyson hides his hands in the long sleeves of his jacket. "Let's go home and take a nap then," he suggests.

Kai snorts.

"What? Do you have class?"

"No"

"Then come with me." Tyson gets up, packs his bag. "Let's go! Let's go!" He bounces on his feet, impatient to get home.

"You're one of a kind, Granger."


Tyson pulls Kai down onto the bed by his arm and cuddles him, winding his limbs around him and holding him tight.

Kai exhales. It brushes Tyson's hair.

He keeps doing it. Big sighs. Tyson has to look up and ask, "What?"

"You're squeezing the hell out of me."

He rests his head back on his chest. He's still wearing his jacket. They haven't taken anything off. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Haven't closed the curtains either."

"Oh crap"

"You could've let me."

"No"

"You could let me."

"No. Be still. God."

Kai is still and silent for a blissful minute before he opens his mouth again.

"What exactly is your problem?" Tyson unwinds his limbs so he can prop himself sideways on his elbow and glare at him.

Kai looks like he's going to say something snarky for a second, then he changes his mind. "I'm not used to it," he says in a low voice.

"Used to what?"

He gestures at the air between them. "Cuddling"

"Ah. Get used to it because I do it a lot just with my friends, so it's going to be real bad with you."

Kai throws himself a tiny pity party as he raises himself to his elbow to unzip his jacket. "Might as well try and make it less hot," he offers as explanation.

He's so handsome. Tyson watches him for a moment with greedy eyes. "Take it all off then."

Kai cocks a single eyebrow at him. Tyson cocks it back before shrugging off his own jacket and lifting his shirt over his head next.

Arching his back and everything while he's at it. He throws it to the foot of the bed and touches himself lightly, caressing a hand down his own neck, his chest, across it. Over a shoulder. Looking at Kai who's in his black tee and jeans and taking Tyson in with his jaw hanging open.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch me?" asks Tyson.

"What is with you?" Kai wonders under his breath. Incredulous.

"You don't like it?"

His eyes get soft. He reaches over to touch Tyson's cheek.

"Why would I not? You're all I've wanted."

Tyson's lashes flutter. Kai sits up to press soft kisses along his neck.

He covers Kai's hand with his own, leaning his cheek into it and closing his eyes.

There's a touch on his stomach. Between his ribs. Ghosting along his abs. Making his heart skip. Kai pulls his skin between his teeth. Sucking a hickey on to his neck.

Tyson tries to hold Kai's wandering hand, wanting to stop it on instinct. But Kai evades him, braces an arm around his waist and pulls him down to the mattress.

Kai lowers his body over his, bringing their mouths together. Tyson squirms, feet looking for purchase on the bed, not knowing how to deal with all the sudden want bubbling inside of him.

Kai lets out a small desperate moan while kissing him, breaking off and coming back harder. Stealing Tyson's breath.

"Mm, oh my god," whines Tyson. "Fuck me"

It's like they're only getting more desperate with each time. Tyson all but flings the rest of his clothing off, sitting up to help Kai with his, then getting distracted by his abs and slowing down.

He places kisses on Kai's ripped stomach as he takes his shirt off. And then removes his pants. They kiss once he's naked and Kai nudges Tyson back on the bed. Makes him lie back.

Picks his feet up, kisses his ankles. Tyson giggles. Kai gently folds Tyson's legs, presses his thighs onto his torso.

Kai presses in not too long after, entering him slowly, moans and groans tumbling out of them.

He can't get used to it. It feels just as impossible as it did the first time.

Kai makes an aborted noise in his ear as he bottoms out. Tyson senses tears spring to his eyes. So full. So fucking full.

Stretched out so deliciously that alone is making him see stars every time he blinks.

Tyson turns his head looking for a kiss but Kai has his face buried in Tyson's neck. He waits, feeling like his body is on fire. Every nerve ending in flames but he waits. Kai does eventually lift his head, meets his eyes. Kisses him slow. Taking his lips one by one.

Kisses him long and deep before he starts moving. Tyson's hips jerk. His foot twitches. Kai's hands come down to his hips to hold them, rocking gently inside of him, thrusting deeper each time.

Tyson damn near loses his mind whenever he is this slow. It is torture. Nothing but pure torture. Like a slow excruciating death. It's not even three minutes before he starts begging. "Please move. I'm dying."

"I'm moving"

"Harder. Harder, please."

"No, baby," he says kissing him. "You did it last night. You can do it again."

He hates him. He hates him so much.

Tyson's in tears, neck straining, face half-hidden in a pillow. He's trying to find words to explain himself, but his mind is simply blank.

Kai's terrible. He fucks him slow for so long that Tyson's reduced to a small whimpering mess by the time he's done. Arms jelly. Legs jelly. Shivering, shivering everywhere.

He gets rewarded for it though, the last five minutes making up for it. Hard and fast and bruising. He feels it in his gut. He cums crying. Kai fucks him through it. Uses the extra slick to pound into him harder. The bed shakes. Tyson sobs.

He has bruises. There's a dull throbbing inside of him even long after. A reminder. A prize. He carries it inside of him like a trophy.


When he wakes, Kai's not there. He changes the sheets and goes to take a peak in the kitchen because there's a mouth-watering smell coming from there and he hopes it's Kai.

It's not.

It's Tala. The last person he wanted to see.

He's speed-walking back to his bedroom when he his name is called.

"Granger, get over here and eat something."

Why is Tala suddenly concerned about his wellbeing and what is that condescending as hell tone?

"Heard you slept through lunch." That explains it. Kai put him up to it.

"Are you cooking for me?" Tyson asks gleefully, spinning around.

"For the house," he corrects. "You're welcome to eat." He gestures towards a plate full of dumplings and udon.

Tyson picks up a dumpling and pops it into his mouth. It tastes good.

"You can have all of it," he says, pushing the plate towards him.

Tyson hesitantly takes a seat at the counter. "Where's Kai?"

"He'll be here soon."

"Yeah, but where is he?"

"None of your business," he says with a little hiss at the end, leaning with his elbow braced over a cooking pot.

Tyson holds his stare for a moment before picking up the chopsticks and swirling the udon around it. "I know what your problem is."

"What's that?" he drawls.

He takes a bite and chews. "You don't want anyone getting closer to Kai than you. Don't want anyone snatching your #1 friend-slash-brother spot."

Tala scoffs. "Well, you certainly won't be."

Tyson shakes his head. "I'm not trying to take your spot."

If looks could kill Tyson would be dead right now. He sees actual venom in the gaze pointed at him. He hears the door opening and Kai stepping in, dissolving the tension.

Tala clucks his tongue and opens a pot full of soup to stir it.

Kai holds the back of Tyson's neck and kisses his lips.

"Hi, baby"

"Hi!"

"How's the udon taste?" Tyson loves the way he smells.

"It's good"

"How are you feeling?" He gives his shoulders a little massage.

"I'm good" He can still feel a light comfortable heat where Kai's cock had been. It's wonderful.

Kai kisses his neck. Touches his stomach through the thin shirt he's wearing. Tyson snorts.

"I'm trying to eat."

"Eat" Kai whispers into his ear.

"This is fucking gross. I'm going to throw up in the soup," complains Tala.

"You've watched me fuck people. What are you talking about?"

Tyson stills in his seat, feeling all the giggles leave him.

"People. Not Granger."

Kai ignores him, busy swooping down for a kiss from Tyson who pushes him away.

"I want to eat."

He gives him a swift peck on his sauce-slicked lips anyway.


The words are starting to blur in front of his eyes.

He rubs his eyelids, trying to stay awake. Yawns and throws the book off his lap to stretch. His shoulder brushing Kai's when he does.

Kai sneaks his hand under his shirt at the opportunity, still not taking his eyes off his read.

"Are you done?" asks Tyson.

"No"

"Anytime soon?"

"Unlikely"

Tyson yawns, falls against the couch. Kai's fingers move to his stomach.

"Get off" Tyson pushes his hand away.

Kai looks at him.

Tyson shuffles to the other end of the couch and fetches the tv remote, turning on an anime and putting it on mute.

Kai watches him watch the anime silently for a while then goes back to his book.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No," says Tyson. "It's not important."

"Our future isn't?"

Tyson takes in a sharp breath. Eyelashes fluttering.

"The end of the next semester-"

"You're going to London, are you not?"

Kai purses his lips.

"What do you want me to do?" Tyson shifts on the couch to face him. "Ask you to stay? Throw your future away?"

"No. I'm asking you to have a little bit of faith in me," says Kai. "In us."

Tyson gulps. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll figure something out."

He shakes his head, coming up empty on his own. "Like what?" he asks, looking at Kai in distress.

Kai looks at him helplessly. "Do you need all the answers right now?"

"We have four months left before your third year ends. What could you possibly come up with in four months of time? Are you going to upend your entire life for me? Do you want me to believe in fairytales, Kai?"

"Just...me," whispers Kai. His voice getting lower the higher Tyson's go. "I want you to believe in me." Kai's almost pleading with him. The closest he'd ever gotten to it.

Tyson swallows. He feels tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. God, it's like all he does these days.

He wants to comfort Kai. He wants to tell him he believes him. Wants to curl into his side and let him kiss it all away. But he can't.

"You won't even tell me where you're going or what fresh hell you are in right now. I know you are in trouble. I know you're not doing well right now, but you won't even tell me what's going on. Neither will your friends and you want me to believe in you." He sucks in his tears and pulls his feet up, hugging his knees. There's a fight going on onscreen.

Kai has no answers. He opens and closes his mouth about a couple times but says nothing. After five minutes of only silence Tyson gets up and leaves.


When Kai finally comes to bed, Tyson turns around to face the windows. An ocean of space between them on the mattress as they turn in for the night.

He wakes to an empty bed the next morning and the day is already ruined. He goes to campus because he recalls that Kai has class today and he feels like a lovesick puppy as he hunts around for him wanting to apologize for arguing last night.

He can't find him for half a day and when he finally does he sees him talking to fucking Kristina of all people and it pisses him right the fuck off.

He's been having the worst day because they fought last night and this is what he's doing. Chatting up girls. He's even laughing at her little jokes for fuck's sake.

Tyson storms past them, making sure to catch Kai's eyes as he rolls his own hard enough to hurt.

Kai excuses himself from Kristina and follows him.

They end up in an unused lecture hall.

"You know what? I thought you'd be upset after what happened last night. 'Cause I was. I don't even have class this morning, but I came to see you. To see if you were doing okay." He crosses his arms. "You're doing more than fine I see," he says venomously.

"I'm-"

"Thought you said you and Kristina weren't friends so what was that about?"

"We're not friends," Kai explains himself like he doesn't want to, like he thinks it's beneath him. "But we're not exactly unfriendly either. She has no reason to stop talking to me."

Tyson tilts his head in confusion but then it dawns on him. "She thinks you're single." His jaw drops. "Oh my God. Flirting right in front of my salad." He wants to kick things. He kicks a bench.

Kai slips his hands into his pockets. A jaw ticking as he observes him, exasperated.

"Did she kiss you?" asks Tyson, feeling mean. "Like she always does?"

"No" he replies in the most bored voice ever.

"Did you want her to?"

Kai snaps, steps forward and grabs him by his wrists. "Stop. Being. Jealous."

"You're not giving me a reason to." He tugs against his grip. Kai only backs him against a bench. "You're not even upset that we fought."

"I am"

"You didn't even talk to me after last night." Kai opens his mouth. Tyson cuts him off. "Left early in the morning."

"You were sleeping. I had class. It's not like you didn't do the same to me."

"So it's payback? Everything's always-"

"No!" he yells. "It isn't!"

Tyson gasps. Kai lets go of his wrists. Tentatively touches his face. "I'm sorry" he says and he thinks he hears his voice shake. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want anyone else. Will you please listen to what I'm saying when I talk to you?"

Tyson sniffs. Looks away. Tries to look anywhere but at Kai.

Kai's fingers are on his face so he tries to push him off. "No" Kai pulls him closer, doesn't let him go. "Don't do that." He kisses him. Kisses him rough.

Tyson makes a small noise of protest. Kai presses him flush against his body. Devours his mouth. Tyson gasps at the feel of his tongue on his. Kai undresses him from the waist down. Presses in from the back, with nothing but spit to help ease the slide.

Tears line Tyson's eyes as Kai covers his mouth and fucks him against the bench.

He puts his own hand over Kai's to keep the noises down.

What the hell are they doing? What the hell are they doing?

It's over as quickly as it had started. Frantic and hurt and hurried, spurred on by anger and jealousy. Burning out the same way those emotions do. Kai comes on Tyson's back. At the bottom of his spine. Painting it with white. Right above his ass where he has two dimples. His cum slides down his skin and slips in between.

Kai leaves a soft kiss on his cheekbone, over his dried tears, as he fixes his clothes. He'd given Tyson a tissue for him to come into so the benches and floor are neat. Or as neat as they had found it.

Tyson twists around to take a look at his back. Kai sighs, looking at the mess too, before cleaning it off of him.

Tyson tidies up wordlessly, not meeting Kai's eyes. He exits quietly, thankful that no one had walked in on them. The door was not even locked. They had fucked in a lecture hall in the middle of a busy day without even locking the door. They're losing their minds.


He's in one of the classes that he has to take in order to make enough credits to pass the semester but all he can think about is Kai. He's literally drawing dicks on the paper.

When the class ends, he hightails it to the hallway and takes the less crowded route to the parking lot despite it being farther to avoid his friends. The Americans happen to bump into him anyway and he extracts himself from them as quickly as he can.

Michael makes a passing comment that gets stuck in Tyson's brain. It's looping in his head when he finds Kai's car and skips to it.

"I think," he says, closing the door. "My friends know about us."

"The ones you haven't told?"

"Yeah. I think Michael figured it out." He puts on his seatbelt and Kai drives. "He was psychoanalyzing me when he first saw you and I in a room together after that party where I punched your nose. He always knew I was attracted to you."

"Well, most people think you're my drug dealer." Tyson chuckles. "Which is kind of true," says Kai.

"Where are we going?"

"My hotel"

"The one I've been to before?"

"No. Another one. It's a date." He steers sharply to the right.

Tyson feels warmth flood into his chest. He gives Kai a soft look before leaning across the console to brush a kiss on his cheek.


It isn't really a date because Tyson tackles Kai onto the bed as soon as they're inside and he has his clothes off and his cock inside of him in less than ten minutes.

He rides him to his heart's content.

Kai has his hand splayed on Tyson's belly. Back propped on pillows and body flushed as Tyson takes him deep, seated on his lap and moaning sweetly. Lights on.

It's the best sight. Kai blows his breath out through his teeth, wincing as he has to hold back from taking control and fucking him against the silken sheets the way he wants to.

He drags the back of his hand down his belly button. The fine little fuzz on his skin standing up in excitement. Thumbs at his navel. Hears Tyson let out a tiny whimper of yearning.

"Want me in your tummy, baby?"

Tyson whines. His hips stuttering on his cock.

He taps against the sensitive skin right below his navel. "Want me in here?"

Tyson lets out a needy moan. Hole clenching around Kai.

Kai finally flips them over. Tyson's head falling upon the pillow near the foot of the bed. He presses his legs back against his chest, as far back as they would go before plunging inside, touching the spot he'd wanted to reach.

Tyson shudders. Cums all over himself unable to handle it. Kai fucks him against the mattress, arms braced on the bed on either side of Tyson's head. Fucks him till he's coming again. Clenching so hard around Kai he feels his own cock make a mess inside of Tyson.

Mixed with lube, the sounds are obscene as he dips into all that wetness and pulls back out.

Tyson gasps, sighs loudly, curses him out. He's beautiful laid out on the bed like this. Hair spread over the pillow. All smooth limbs and tawny, sweaty skin. Blush on cheeks. Wet between his legs. Kai's name on his tongue.

He's perfect.

Kai fucks him till he can't anymore. Till they're so tired they cannot go on.

Kai pumps out his sperm all over Tyson's stomach. On his belly button. On his dick. Between his legs. Kisses his lips numb and then falls back on the mattress next to him.

"Fucking hell"

"Yeah"

They stare at the nice, patterned ceiling.

"That's the second time you said that today. "

"Well… " Kai trails off. Unable to believe it. "You're something else."

Tyson bursts out laughing.

After a half hour or so when they've regained their strength, Tyson pulls Kai into a bar downstairs.


He gets drunk. A little too drunk. May be he should have toned it down a bit. His head is spinning.

He's so happy though.

He's never been happier.

He lets loose and he overdoes it a bit much.

He heads to the bathroom, feeling dizzy and nauseous. Kai caresses his back as he pukes, shaking his head and chewing him out for drinking too much. They're crouching in the bathroom as the shots sound.

Tyson hears it through a haze and he's wondering what the hell it is when Kai slowly stands up, tiptoes to the door and locks it dead silently. "Baby" he then calls in the softest voice he'd ever heard him use. Eyes panicky with terror. "Baby, get on the toilet. Quickly."

"What's happening?"

"Someone's got a gun, and they're shooting people."