It's Not Healthy, Is It?
"Hi"
"Hi"
"I'm sorry for fucking you on a dirty table."
Tyson huffs a laugh. "I let you. It's on me too."
Kai adjusts his belt.
Tyson's already dressed, looking at him fondly. He swings his feet while sitting on the table.
"What were you doing with him?" he asks after a bit, smile fading.
"Making sure he had a hard time with us," answers Kai, matter-of-factly.
"Right. Because it's always tit for tat."
Kai levels him a look. "What kind of man do you think you're dating, Tyson?"
"Not a cruel one," he argues.
"Was I being cruel?" He cocks a brow. "Or fair?"
Tyson shakes his head. "He didn't do anything."
"Other than drug you. And rape you."
"He didn't rape me. He barely touched me."
"I didn't know that, did I?" Kai crosses his arms. "Neither did you."
Tyson lets out a defeated breath.
"It's just a few broken teeth. He's rich. He can get them replaced tomorrow."
"So you don't think that that was a disproportionate reaction?"
"This is a lawless world. I don't know what you expect but there is no rule in this place other than 'you fuck me I fuck you unless you're big enough to fuck me all the way into the ground.' He's killed people. He's not innocent."
"I know," says Tyson, conceding at last. "It's still crazy."
"Hm, well, this is a crazy place."
Tyson reaches over to touch Kai's hair, try and tuck a lock behind his ear. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away. I was scared."
Kai looks at him, a question in his gaze.
"That you'd leave me." He lets his hand fall back to his thigh. "Would you have left me?"
"If he'd raped you? Why would I leave you for that?"
"No. What if I was just drunk and slept with him?"
"It's still rape. Unless you wanted to sleep with him."
"I didn't want to."
A beat of silence.
"Do you find him attractive?"
Tyson isn't expecting the question. He falters. "No. I- No. But he- I thought he was kind of attractive because he reminded me of you."
Kai looks surprised. "Me? How?"
"My drunken mind thought he was …..similar to you. He's not really. I don't really think that."
His gaze turns amused. Humorous. "Don't go home with random men because you think they're me, Tyson."
"I…don't."
Kai gives him a hand. He takes it and gets off the table.
"We need to keep you off liquor," he says as they walk out of there. "And away from men. What if you think they're me?"
"Shut up. You're so annoying."
He's hungrier than normal. It feels like he's been starving for days. He thinks back on the meals he had since last weekend and realizes that they have been few and far between.
"Damn" he curses under his breath, shovelling a spoonful of rice and chicken into his mouth.
"What?" asks Kai, sitting beside him and having overheard.
"Just realized I've been starving myself." He snorts. "Couldn't eat, damn."
Kai is silent. Thinking murderous thoughts at Hiruta probably. Tyson is kind of getting a hang of how that brain of his works.
"You fell sick," Kai starts, like he's voicing his thoughts. "Because you were worried you had cheated on me?"
Tyson rubs at his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping that well either. All the aches and pains in his body are finally making themselves known now that the problem has been solved. "It's not healthy, is it?"
Kai turns his head to look at Tyson, fingers paused on his fork. "No" he says after a minute.
Tyson sighs. "Yeah" He picks up his chopsticks. Continues to eat.
They eat in silence for a while till Kai says, "Finals start tomorrow."
Tyson freezes.
"I haven't done shit."
"Oh" He bodily twists to face him. The shock is that bad. "It starts tomorrow for you?"
"Yeah. You're probably not going to see me much this week." Kai casually reaches for the water. Then he destroys the mood by saying, "Think you can do without sex for that long?"
Oh, fuck him. He makes a face. Offended. "I can. The real question is, can you?"
There's a teasing glint in his eye as he eats a piece of apple looking at him, chewing emphatically.
Kai, being a third year has a little more academic load on his plate than Tyson. He's also taking extra classes on top of that. There shouldn't be much time for them to see each other as Kai spent most of his academic year focusing largely outside of academics. He'll have to grind to make up for all that time lost. "This week should be interesting," he says.
"Very" Tyson shakes his head at him. "You're way too proud for your own good."
He's sitting on a very comfortable, very large, very rotating chair. And Tyson's sitting on him. In his lap to be precise.
There are textbooks upon textbooks on the table before them. Kai is getting ready for an overnight cramming session. A last minute run for the gold.
Tyson kisses his cheek. Arms wound around his neck. "You look tired."
"I am"
His lap is so comfortable. But he better leave so he can get started and finish early and get some rest before taking his final.
"So… I'm gonna leave you to… " he gestures at the books in front of him. "All this."
"Mhm" Kai nods. Sleepy already. The rough day having taken a toll on him, just like it did on Tyson.
"And you can finish as quickly as possible and go to bed." He feels his heart shrinking even as he says those words. "I'll see you in the morning?"
"Yeah"
He doesn't look thrilled. At all.
He looks exhausted and Tyson doesn't want to leave him.
"What's wrong?" he asks, caressing his chest, and shifting higher on his thigh. Closer.
Kai lightly shakes his head.
"I'll stay then. Do you want me to stay?"
He doesn't admit it right away but then he says, "That'd be better."
"Then I'll stay." He presses a kiss on his lips and proceeds to make himself at home as Kai reaches around him and picks up one of the tomes and opens it.
There's so much highlighter ink on it, the originally dull book looks colourful.
Kai has scribbled notes in the margins, marked important sentences and paragraphs. Tyson smiles looking at all the handiwork.
He eventually ends up seriously reading whatever Kai's reading, with a small furrow in his brow.
It takes a half hour or two, but it does happen. Starts with innocent touches. A few kisses on the neck. Kai unable to resist putting his lips against the smooth soft skin on Tyson's throat, especially when it's so close.
It's no harm. Tyson's hand moves up his body, into Kai's hair. Glides through the lush locks.
Fingers scratching against his scalp.
A small chaste kiss. Then another. And another. Till Kai's fully hard in his pants and it tents the fabric, making it impossible for Tyson to ignore.
Little moans tumble out of Tyson as the kisses turn more passionate, lasting longer, going deeper.
Teeth and tongue.
Kai sets the book aside as Tyson shifts in his lap to straddle him in a moment of weakness. It's liquid hot and inevitable. Kissing, Tyson undoes Kai's pants, pulling his boxers down and taking his cock out. Rock hard and erect, Tyson's lost to wanton need as he wraps his hand around him almost reverently.
Giving him small strokes while looking into his eyes. Kai has to fight to keep the sounds inside of him.
Tyson doesn't bother. He gasps, sighs, moves against his thigh, hips rolling. Hand working. He brings his fingers to his own lips, licks them kittenishly and puts his hand back on Kai's dick, getting the head wet. Wetter.
He does it a couple times, looking at his cock with furrowed brows, with blatant want. Kai brings a thumb to his mouth, touches his soft reddened lips.
Tyson's eyes darken further. He lowers to his knees on the ground with a last sigh of surrender and brings his face to his dick, wrapping his lips around it with abandonment.
He does his best but most of it is just him wanting to taste Kai. Doing things he wants to do. His mouth is hot and wet and small. Fits around Kai's dick like a soft warm glove. He exhales through his teeth, measured breaths, as Tyson goes down on him. Head bobbing. Tongue working.
Kai touches his cheek, it's warm. His hair. The top of his head. Puts a gentle pressure on it, and Tyson stops playing with his dick and lets him all the way into his mouth, to the back of his throat.
Kai almost comes right there. He feels like a teenager getting his first blow job whenever Tyson goes down on him.
His mouth is delicious. His throat is warm. Tight. Kai wants to stay there. But his baby runs out of breath quickly and he pulls back. Kai sits there, legs open as Tyson sucks him off, and gives him what he thinks might be the best head of his life.
He swallows everything. Every last drop like the best boy he is and comes back to Kai's lap so he can kiss his cum-slicked mouth and make him come with just a few presses of his palm between his legs.
Tyson hums with pleasure after, spreading himself languidly across Kai's body and giggling as Kai smiles and brushes kisses on his cheek. "Now you can focus better," says Tyson. "More energy! You look alert!"
"Thank you" says Kai, amused.
"You're welcome." Tyson snuggles against him.
Kai holds him close.
They really don't get much studying done together. It's not even twenty minutes before they start kissing again. Kai's hand up Tyson's shirt. And then down his waistband, drinking up his sweet cries.
Stroking him, fingering him, petting him in his lap till his mind is numb with pleasure. Kai holds the book in one hand, his eyes on it – he's reading - the other between Tyson's legs, driving him crazy.
Tyson eventually gives in and tugs the book out of Kai's hand, kissing him helplessly.
Kissing then turns into fucking with abandon. Tyson rides Kai, unable to stop, unable to get enough of him. Unable to think of anything else. Desperate and frenzied he moves against him, a hand braced on the chair's back. His own clothes off, he gets Kai half naked. Shirt hanging off his elbows, pants pushed down to mid-thigh. The chair creaks as Tyson fucks himself onto his cock, eyes on Kai's, and then his mouth on Kai's.
His body wrought with need. It's not enough. Kai picks him up, lays him down on the bed and fucks him blind. Tyson has tears in his eyes once it's over, shaking all over. And he feels himself going to that place. That place where he cannot live without Kai. Cannot get him out of his brain. Does not want to separate from him.
Wants to be near all the time. Wants him inside of him. Connected to him. A part of him. Doesn't feel whole otherwise.
It's a place where he goes whenever they fuck like this. And he doesn't know if it's normal or healthy but he likes it.
He wonders if Kai feels it too. If this is a normal thing that happens.
Brain drunk in love or whatever that gets released when they fuck but it hurts when Kai pulls away. Tells him it's better if he leaves.
Tyson agrees because he wants Kai to study too. Wants the best for him. But he feels raw and stripped and like something unfinished when he comes out of the room. Leaving him there.
He needs cuddles.
He's surprised to see Tala sitting on one of the couches set near the windows on the far side.
It's really a beautiful house.
He's drinking alone.
"Granger"
He stands there, just a few feet outside the door to Kai's study, looking like he has a lot of words in his mouth he wants to say to Tala.
He's nervously dragging his hands down his pockets.
Tala really isn't drunk enough to deal with Granger at the moment but deal he must as he walks forward and stops just short of the set of couches near the window where Tala is lounging.
"I wanted to say," he starts, voice quiet. "Thank you for helping me."
He stares at him. "It wasn't for you."
"I know, I know it was for him," he says quickly, pointing behind him, toward Kai's study. "But it still helped me so, thank you."
Tala gets a funny feeling in his chest. "Do you want to suck my dick?" he asks.
"What?" Tyson appears taken aback. Violated.
"No? Then fuck off, Granger." He wants to be alone. What is Granger doing in these areas? He's not supposed to be in these places. Curse Kai and his love-struck dick.
He looks like he's going to say something else but he shuts up wisely and heads downstairs.
That's right. Leave him be. Never talk to him when he's drinking alone in a corner after midnight again.
He rides with Kai to class the next day. When he steps out of his car the whispers start immediately.
Looks and whispers.
Tyson had the unfortunate experience of opening Max's text that morning and being confronted by Ming-Ming's latest tweet.
It starred him and Kai.
A pic of him trying to chase after Kai, then him getting shrugged off and then one of him on the ground.
Trouble in paradise? KH and TG have been getting pretty buddy-buddy lately. What's this sudden fallout about I wonder….. Is it drugs? Girls? Or is it …. 🌈 ?
They stare as Kai says bye to him at the bottom of the steps to the main block.
"I'll be off then."
"Good luck" Tyson smiles at him sweetly, not letting the world around him get to him.
Kai gives him a small smile in return too. Before he heads inside.
"So I take it you guys made up?" Hilary joins him near the steps.
"We did."
"Well that was quick. They're talking about you."
"What are they saying?" Tyson looks around. They stare back openly. Some glance away.
"That something weird is going on between you and Kai. Something very, very weird but they don't want to believe it."
"Oh. The classic "too homo to be true' line of thinking. 'There's no way he's gay!'"
"But he's not. Is he?" Hilary lifts a brow. "And neither are you."
"Yeah well, it's all the same to them."
"It's mostly a chill crowd. Like they're not going to come at you with pitchforks if you announced it. They're just gonna… whisper about it." She squints her eyes and shudders.
"Like they're doing right now."
"At the end of the day its all just gossip to them. No one really cares. They just want drama so they have something to talk about and keep themselves entertained with. And his ass is always in the spotlight" she says, referring to Kai. "You could have chosen someone less high profile to be gay for."
"You know that's not how it works."
"Yeah"
He spots Michael and Eddie and Rick chatting in a circle by the side.
"I should go talk to him. They need to know."
"Michael? Hmmm. How do you think he'll take it?"
"Okay? He's not like… You know, he's a cool guy."
"I hope. But go for it. They need to hear it from you before anyone else."
Tyson takes a big breath. And lets it go. "Whew. Okay."
"Okay. Good luck."
"Here I go."
"I'm right by you."
"'Sup guys?"
A chorus of "suuup", "sup" greet him in return. They're keeping it casual. Normal. But there's a degree of wariness in the way they receive him.
"How's it going?" he asks.
"Cool"
"Chill"
"You?"
"Great" says Tyson.
"Cool"
"Um" He looks at Michael. "Mike, can I talk to you?"
"J-just me?" He points to himself, looking taken aback.
"Yeah"
"Okay" He shrugs. "Sure"
The clouds have broken up to let some sunlight through and so it's warm where Tyson takes him.
A spot few feet away.
"So, where have you been lately?" says Michael. "Like what have you been doing? You've become kind of distant, man."
"I was dealing with some stuff."
"Right"
"Personal stuff."
"Yeah. How's all that now?"
"Good."
"Good?"
"Solved"
"Great. Good for you, man."
"I feel like you need to know it. Like what it was all about." Tyson looks at him nervously, gauging his reaction. He's serious. There's genuine concern on his face. Tyson uses that as strength to carry on.
"Go ahead. I'm all ears," says Michael reassuringly.
The sky is milky white. So is the sunlight falling into his eyes.
"I…I found out I really liked this person," starts Tyson. "And it was surprising. Like I wasn't expecting it. It was fucking with my head."
Michael nods. Understanding. "And you didn't want to share it with anyone."
"No. I didn't. Because I didn't know, right? Like it was… it was weird."
"Mhm"
He's extra chill.
Tyson looks at him. "I think you know where I'm going." Michael has an almost smile on his face, a very knowing glint in his eye but be says, "Keep going."
"It was a guy," Tyson states simply.
"The person you liked?"
"Yeah, it was a guy." His voice sounds loud to his own ears.
Birds chirp.
His expression doesn't change much. He's not surprised. He's known for a while.
"You don't care?"
"I mean good for you. But like that must have been hard. Coming to terms with all that. Like mentally."
"It was." He exhales. Feeling yet another invisible weight lifting off his chest.
Michael nods. "It's cool."
"Aren't you gonna ask who?"
This time he smiles his lopsided smile. "Sure. It's not like you pulled up in his car."
Tyson laughs. They both laugh. A little bit. "You don't mind?"
"It's whatever. Good for you. I wish I could have been there. Helped you deal with it better. But I understand why you kept your distance. I would have done the same. But fyi, I knew from the beginning."
"The beginning?"
"Like the very first time you met him. You spoke about him a certain way, you know?"
"From the way I spoke? I hated him on sight."
"Yeah, but you were very obviously attracted to him. I don't study psychology for nothing. All the signs were there."
He's teasing. Drawl in his words. Tyson's cheeks hurt from smiling.
"Get in here" He opens his arms. Tyson accepts the hug. "Congratulations or whatever they say. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me."
"Thanks, man," he says stepping back, oddly wet-eyed.
"What about them?" asks Michael, jutting his chin towards Rick and Eddie, where they stand side-eyeing them.
"You can tell them."
"You don't want to tell them yourself? I mean they'd probably make a few insensitive comments here and there at first but, they're alright. Deep down."
"Nah, it's ok, go ahead," says Tyson. "Let's hang out some time later."
"Sure"
"Call me"
"You got it."
A/N: Hey guys, what's up? How've you been? I want to write so much but I am so fucking lazy and way too tired. My wips... 😭😭
Lord, give me strength.
That aside, how was the chapter? I think longer chapters might be coming y'all. I don't know for sure though. We'll see. Sit tight. Take care.
Lots and lots of love
Mwah
