Tyson Likes Challenges
He doesn't like being dressed up. Especially wearing suits and tuxedos. It's just not his style. He's not himself when he wears formal clothes. Tyson glances around the party, at all the nicely dressed guests and thinks 'fuck it', taking off the tie and undoing his top buttons.
There
He can breathe now.
He thinks about shedding the jacket as well but Kai might not like that.
He pauses as soon as he has that thought. And since when does he give a shit about what Kai thinks?
He does not.
He shrugs off his jacket and it's almost as if he'd telepathically send a message. Kai turns his head and looks at him from halfway across the room where he'd been talking to an older student. Fuck.
Tyson takes the jacket off fully and drapes it over his arm. Kai's gaze briefly flicks up and down his body. He's not immune to it. Can't stop himself from reacting, can't stop the heat that simmers in his gut.
Especially since he can still feel the ghost of Kai's mouth on his.
Today morning.
After returning to campus from Obon holidays.
Kai had called him, to an empty classroom, to help him with an assignment and it had ended in…
He can feel his touches on his skin even now. Like brands. He hadn't left any visible marks on him this time, but he'd marked him anyway. Invisible prints. But somehow they were worse. If Tyson closes his eyes and tunes the rest of the world out he'd be right back in that lecture room, Kai's hands and mouth running all over him.
It's not fair. It's not okay that he's affected like this. Tyson had tripped on the stairs on his way out of the room that morning. He was clearly less experienced, more shaken, less guarded, less….everything.
He's losing.
Whatever this thing is that's going on between them Tyson can't get rid of the feeling that he is losing at it.
His brain keeps pulling up different moments from that classroom. Kai's thumb brushing under Tyson's jaw. Over his pulse point. His fingers gliding through the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed him like he'd been starving for him. Tyson could barely breathe. They'd barely parted for air. Tyson had no idea his lungs had that much capacity.
May be it was because they already knew what it felt like and the lack of it for so many days made it worse but they'd never kissed with that much intensity before. And a part of Tyson had felt a smug satisfaction in the fact that he'd never witnessed Kai kiss anyone as strongly as he was doing Tyson. It made his stomach feel all tingly.
His brain keeps replaying the small sound of satisfaction Kai let out when his lips had finally met Tyson's. Like he'd soothed an ache in him. Like he'd put him out of his misery. Like he'd found what he was searching for. Like he could finally breathe again. Tyson probably made his own embarrassing noises but he can't remember them. He had been greedy as fuck. Had almost been resenting Kai for not kissing him in so many days. For kissing that woman in the club. Like Tyson hadn't been enough for him. Like Tyson was gross.
It was relieving to find out that Kai didn't find him gross.
And he was kissing him like he needed him more than air.
At one point he'd pushed his nose into Tyson's hair, right under his ear and taken a deep inhale. A whole lungful of his scent. And sat back with a dazed expression on his face. Like the very smell of him was turning him on. So no, he doesn't find him gross at all.
Not that Tyson cares about what Kai thinks of him. He's just relieved that no one he's been intimate with has been repulsed by his body or bodily reactions so far.
And speaking of things he's discovered, he hadn't known he liked having his neck kissed or touched so much. His exes had kissed him there before but Tyson had been too focused on their pleasure to care about his own. He kind of never noticed. But Kai seems to have. And he was using that little information about him to play him like a fiddle (only sexually).
Tyson had nearly whimpered in his lap as Kai nosed along his jaw.
Whimpered. Shivered. Like he was…a virgin.
He's clearly losing the battle.
Or game.
Or whatever this is.
He's definitely the loser in this scenario.
He can't let Kai keep winning like this.
No. He needs to rock the fuck out of Kai's world too. Needs to do something so insane that it's Kai who trips on his own feet next time. And Tyson's done his research.
Looked it up during a free hour.
He thinks he has it down.
How hard can it be anyway? It's just sex. It's just a body. If you pay enough attention you can make anybody lose their damn mind.
Tyson was never awful in bed. The complaints were never about his ability to please someone sexually. It was just …him. He was just not enough.
That being said, Kai isn't Emily or Mariah. It's a guy who has been with plenty of people. He's a bit of a whore really. Likes sex. How do you impress someone like that in bed? It's a challenge.
But Tyson likes challenges.
Loves them actually. He holds Kai's gaze and raises a brow at him before walking out of the party hall, making it clear that he wants him to follow him.
"What is it, Granger? Are you having trouble identifying champagne flutes again?" asks Kai in a bored voice once they're in the corridor leading towards the bathrooms.
"Um, no, actually I was wondering if you have a room here?" Tyson asks, facing him.
Kai gives him a mildly confused look. "If I have a room?"
"Yes. Do you have a room in this hotel?" He should, right? Seeing as he's rich and he booked the venue for the party himself. He'd have a room for emergencies right?
There's a slight frown between his eyebrows as he tries to guess at Tyson's intentions.
Tyson keeps his face open, earnest.
"Yes" Ah, bingo. That makes this easier. Because they need a room that's not inside the Blitzkrieg mansion or the boys' dorm. They need privacy. Lots of it because he's intending on making Kai sing his name like he's worshipping him.
"Right, that's good. Because.. I fucked up," he says, finally letting his nervousness show. He's nervous about the lying and what he's planning to do but Kai interprets it as him being nervous about Kai's reaction.
His gaze grows colder, less forgiving, he takes a step closer to Tyson. "What do you mean you fucked up?" he asks in a low menacing voice. "What did you do?"
Oh whoa
He's scary. But he's so good-looking it's a turn on. That suit fits him like a glove. Accentuating all the best things about his body. Tyson thinks Kai looks best in suits and this one…this one. Tyson wants to rip it off of him with his teeth.
He gulps. Because his mouth is dry and he wants to put it on Kai.
Kai's gaze falls to Tyson's lips and jumps back up to his eyes. Trying to read him.
Tyson has a ridiculous urge to reach up and smooth the furrow between his eyebrows.
"I don't want to cause a scene," he whispers.
Kai closes his eyes. The corners of his mouth tightening. Then he turns on his heel and starts walking down the corridor with purpose. Tyson presumes it's toward his room and follows him.
"What did you do?" asks Kai, closing the door behind them. But Tyson spins around, grabs Kai by the lapels of his jacket and presses their mouths together.
There's a split second of stillness in Kai because of the shock but then he kisses him back like that was what he came up here for too. Like that's what's been on his mind throughout the party too. His hands slide around Tyson, one going around his waist, one cradling the back of his head.
He pulls away after a couple of seconds when he remembers, his breath fanning over Tyson's lips as he asks, warily, "What did you do?"
Tyson shakes his head. Panting. "Nothing. I didn't fuck anything up."
Kai gives a blink, his gaze darting around Tyson's face as he realizes that he lured him up here just to kiss.
"Fucking liar" he says, with an almost smile on his face as he leans towards him again.
He can't help the laugh that spills out of him, and touches Kai. "Told you I could lie when I wanted to."
"That shouldn't be attractive," says Kai, stumbling them towards the wardrobe and pushing Tyson up against its door. That was a thoughtless comment, he can tell. He didn't plan on saying it or think about how it would come off. Distracted.
"Are you calling me attractive?" prods Tyson, drawing back to throw one of Kai's infinite smirks back at him.
He doesn't close the distance between them this time. Stays away and glowers at him. "You're real unattractive right now," he says with a less than thrilled look.
Tyson raises a brow. Holds his gaze and slowly reaches out, sinking his fingers into the belt buckle. He sees the effect on his face, on his whole body. How his expression wipes carefully blank, eyelids lower the slightest bit, and his chest draws an involuntary breath.
That's what he thought.
He gives Kai the slightest tug. He stumbles forward but he's graceful about it. Makes it look purposeful even if it wasn't. He stops a breath away and the tension between them is suddenly too much to ignore. He thinks about what he came here to do. How he's going to do it without being a mess himself.
He stops that thought before it causes him to lose his nerves and pushes his mouth against Kai's. Holding his face with both of his hands. Kai's hands roam around his torso, big and strong, covering so much of himself with their width. Tyson's shirt is thin so the touches feel more real, like they're right on top of his skin.
And then he starts kissing his neck and Tyson starts shivering again. No, he can't lose. He can't let Kai take over like this.
He has to fight back.
He has to make Kai fall to pieces in his hold. Not the other way around.
So he asks, "How are your knees?" Between kisses, his fingers tangled in his hair. It was so nicely styled. So fucking handsome. He has really nice hair. Tyson's fucked it all up. Now it's messy and weaved through his fingers.
"What?" asks Kai in an exhale, not getting it. Tyson doesn't quite expect him to. He doesn't know if it's because he's a boy or Kai is always respectful and mindful of people's boundaries during intimacy but he never pushes Tyson too much. Never expects more than kisses from him. Keeps it mostly PG13.
Except for that one time on the patio but he seemed to second guess it as soon as he did it. He probably wouldn't have done anything more if Tyson hadn't eagerly accepted that idea.
It must be because he's a boy and he isn't entirely sure of what to do with Tyson.
"Will they hold you up or do you need to lean against a wall?" whispers Tyson, intercepting Kai's path toward his neck again and capturing his lips in another kiss.
"The fuck are you talking about?" His hands run down the sides of Tyson's body and stop just below his belt. A little further and his hands would be resting comfortably on the swell of his ass.
Tyson draws him into a harder kiss and lets him go. "Your knees," he says, stepping back.
There's that confused frown again.
Tyson keeps his eyes on him because that was on the website with the tips. Eye contact. Windows of the soul and if you intend to fuck that soul up you need to keep your eyes connected to his. "Can they hold you up?" Tyson asks as he slowly and purposefully lowers to his knees in front of Kai.
The reaction is instant. The realization of what Tyson intends to do, why he'd gone to the lengths of lying and calling him up here, dawning upon him, shocking him speechless. The look of surprise on his features would have been hilarious if Tyson wasn't nervous himself.
The parted lips. The slightly widened eyes that are quickly growing darker probably at the sight of Tyson on his knees before him. Probably a dream come true. He always did want to bring him to his knees. Except he's only there sexually. His ego is still ten feet tall and he fully plans to have it blown up another five feet tonight.
Over the course of the next…five? Six? minutes. He makes a side note in his head that he mustn't take too long. Gotta make him come quickly. The quicker the better. The faster he comes the more it speaks of Tyson's prowess.
Right?
Okay may be not that quick. It would be good to edge him a bit.
Fuck he's thinking too much.
Don't think!
He puts a tentative hand on Kai's thigh and Kai opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. Fumbles over air. Tyson's tempted to tease him further, prolong this moment but he doesn't want it to turn awkward and uncomfortable. Doesn't want to kill the vibe. Because it can go there. Pretty damn quickly with them.
It's delicate.
This thing.
If nothing else it's delicate.
He takes the same hand he had on his thigh and reaches up for his belt. Undoes it with both hands, still holding Kai's gaze. Is that…? Is he blushing? There's a slight flush to his cheeks. Just the slightest darkening of colour.
Tyson can't help it, he bites his lip, ducks his head a little and looks at him through his lashes.
He's playing by the book!
Following the tips on the website. He must have studied it a little too well. It's coming naturally to him.
Then a sudden freezing thought strikes him. "The door is locked right?" he asks, halting while undoing his pants.
Kai's breath seems to hitch. Shoulders growing a bit stiff. Tyson likes the way he's looking at him. He's literally looking nowhere else. That's all of his attention on him. Just…fixated. On all five foot eleven inches of him. Moving within that area and not straying any further.
It's…something.
God he should have done this sooner.
Could have had him wrapped around his fingers so much sooner.
The answer comes in a breathy exhale. "Yeah"
Soft
He's never heard him sound that soft.
He isn't soft at all in his pants though.
When Tyson unzips him and he feels another exhale punch out of Kai, he notices that he's already quite hard. Just from the kissing and the staring. Tyson suddenly has an urge to make that whimpering sound again.
Like a cat in heat.
Fucking hell
He's so embarrassing. He embarrasses himself constantly.
What are these thoughts?
His hand hovers over the waistband of his underwear, seeking permission. Kai swallows. A violent gulp. The bobbing of his throat almost painful to look at. Oh boy.
But then he wets his lips, just a sweep of his tongue and he looks so insanely gorgeous like that, with his messy hair and sex-drugged eyes, it's Tyson's turn to lose his mind. Alright so the angle at which he's looking at him might be affecting him a bit too.
He has to move.
He can't prolong this any more than it needs to be. It isn't good for his health.
He tugs the fabric down and wow, that's a dick in his face.
So close.
He expects to like feel grossed out but he isn't. Interesting. All his life he'd thought he didn't like men. Or…may be it's just sweaty men he doesn't like. He always did linger a little too long on the male models in magazines. The gorgeous ones. May be even had a bit of a crush on them. But he thought that was just him aspiring to be like them.
You know, who wouldn't want to look like that? A peak male body is beautiful and he wanted it.
He still wants it.
But may be not just in an 'I want to be you' way but in an 'I want you' way as well.
Because he's looking at Kai and he certainly, certainly wants him. In his mouth. Wow, he really does want to feel him in his mouth. That's crazy.
He's imagining it already and there's saliva pooling on his tongue. God, he's so gay.
How did he never notice?
He wraps a hand around him, unceremoniously, and he should have may be thought about it more because he hears the sound of Kai's breath audibly hitching above him. Almost in a choked off kind of way. The room is very quiet. You can only hear their breathing sounds so it's noticeable when one just..stops.
Tyson looks up at him. Sees the blush properly hugging his cheeks now. He looks…sweet. Sinful and sweet. He's always so larger than life. Always more than just a person. A figurehead. A collection of all the roles that he assumes instead of a real person. A human. He was very human last night. While they were sitting in the park and talking about their families. Just a boy.
He's just a boy again.
May be he can tell what Tyson's thinking because he takes a breath, blinks and it's gone. The look in his eyes changes. Hardens. A wall coming down. Now there's just…lust and a slight coldness. But he isn't cold. He's fucking burning in Tyson's hand.
He gives him a few strokes, pumps him up to full hardness. Kai draws his bottom lip between his teeth and lets it drag through them before letting go.
Right
He should just do it.
He glances down at the head, thoughtfully thumbs at the slit and sees Kai's hand jerk in his peripherals. Sensitive. He traces it with his thumb and scoots forward on his knees, pressing down on the slit again, nothing in his head except the sounds and feeling of Kai's body. All the lessons in his head flying out. He leans forward and kisses the tip.
Just a close mouthed press of his lips right against the head, eyes shut. His hand wrapped firmly around him less than an inch away.
It feels good. To kiss him here. Something about it. He sees his hand jerking again. He looks up and sees Kai tilting his head down as if he'd been looking up, the muscles in his jaw and neck unclenching as he opens his eyes and their gazes collide. He looks like a man at war.
This time he makes sure to keep his eyes on Kai's molten ones as he presses a soft kiss to the tip of his cock again. He sees his gaze falling to his mouth, tracking its movement. He kisses him again. Letting his lashes flutter this time. Letting his breath fan out. Lips remaining in contact for longer. At the end of it he parts them and gives him a small lick.
Just a graze of his tongue.
"Fuck" Kai curses, and it's wrenched out of his chest, his fists balling on his sides. Painfully so. His body is wrought with tension. Jaw clenching. Neck straining.
Tyson, feeling encouraged, brings his other hand to join the first and uses both to stroke him. Stroke him good. Tightening his grip on him. Kai swallows, throat bobbing as he looks at him down the length of his nose.
Tyson, feels the lightest of smirks pulling at his lips as he parts them again and gives Kai an open mouthed kiss. And another tiny lick. His fists are shaking now. Lips raw and bitten red.
Eyes gone.
Pupils thoroughly blown wide.
The windows of his soul.
He can't help the smile as he wraps his lips firmly around him. Keeping him in his mouth for a full second and sucking softly before pulling away. A wrecked exhale staggers out of Kai and his hand stutters toward Tyson's hair. Hovers uncertainly in the air above him.
He nods wordlessly as he reaches up for his cock. When he meets his tongue he feels Kai's fingers brush the top of his head.
He gives a sweet hum then, closing his eyes and he hears Kai let out a helpless groan. And another heartfelt curse.
Feels his legs tremble a bit.
Tyson makes sure his mouth is wet, coated with saliva and cushioned with his tongue. Keeps his teeth out of the way as much as he can though it does graze once or twice and it gets a full body shudder out of Kai every time.
His fingers tighten in his hair. And the goal is to make him fuck his mouth. At least one helpless thrust forward and then he can come.
Tyson licks a stripe along the length of him and takes his balls into his mouth. Lets his tongue swirl around the weight of them. Kai caresses his head, speaking to him breathlessly in a language he can't understand. But it sounds encouraging. He must be doing good.
He's getting the feeling that he likes being on his knees. Likes doing this.
Likes having a man completely at his mercy.
It's enough of a power trip as it is but it's even more of one because it's Kai. Kai who has everyone bending to his will day in and day out. Who wants to torture the will out of Tyson. Wants to turn his spine useless.
Well, looks who's saying his name now. Whispering it under his breath as if he wouldn't hear. Whispering it reverently. As if it's all he can think about. He's all he can think about.
He lets his balls go with a few more wet kisses and pulls his cock into his mouth again. And there. There. A stutter of his hips. Hand fisting harder in his hair. His head is tilted toward the ceiling. He has his eyes closed. Tyson can't see his expression anymore but it must match what he sounds like. The muscles in his jaw and neck are straining so very attractively. The bicep attached to the arm holding his hair is flexing. He's so fucking hot.
It's so unfair.
His hips thrust into Tyson's mouth. Hand drawing his head toward his dick. Pushing himself further into his heat. Tyson's hard and wet in his own pants. His thighs rubbing together looking for some friction.
"Gonna come," Kai rasps.
He hums encouragingly, into his cock, where he's pressed up against the entrance of his throat, against the roof of his mouth. He feels Kai straining that last inch and Tyson tries to relax just enough so he can press just past the entrance, to a tighter, hotter part of him and feels him coming undone, expletives pouring out of his mouth. But his name's there too. His name's on his tongue like a prayer as his release washes down Tyson's throat.
It's a struggle.
He's no pro.
His eyes water.
He tries his best to not choke to death. But he can't stay like that for the entirety of it. He pulls off a little, Kai filling his cheeks with his cum. When he draws out all the way, some drip down his chin. He wipes it off with the back of his hand and looks up at Kai who eases the grip he has on his hair. He looks fucked out. Limbs loose. All tension in his body gone.
And his eyes are running over Tyson. With something like wonder.
He licks his lips. Tyson hates it when he does that. He looks irresistibly sexy when he does it. Why doesn't Tyson look like that when he licks his lips?
He's gotta go. It's time to make the cool nonchalant yeah-I-rocked-your-world-what-about-it exit.
He gets to his feet and Kai makes a move like he wants to help him. No need. He doesn't need that. He's strong and capable. The strain in his pants is hella uncomfortable but he's good. He straightens and looks into Kai's eyes.
He's just a boy.
Time to say something cool.
Kai kisses him.
It knocks the breath out of him. He doesn't remember it being like this with his exes. Doesn't remember every kiss being different. Doesn't remember each one of them pulling the rug out from under him. He's the one who did the awesome thing. He's supposed to win here.
He's got to stop this kiss. Tyson pulls away, putting a hand on Kai's chest.
"I have to go," he exhales. He's embarrassingly breathless again.
"What?" There's that frown again. He wants to smooth it out. "No, there's a bed in here."
Oh my god
"And there's a party downstairs," he argues. "We have to go. Or I do. I have drinks to serve. Can't keep the guests waiting. Bye."
He separates himself from Kai's arms and walks towards the door. Was that cool? Was it nonchalant?
Kai's quiet.
When he reaches the door, he opens it and looks over his shoulder with a hand on the handle. One foot out. He just needs to see. Just see what he looks like.
He's standing right where he left him. In the middle of the room. Where his knees had surprisingly held him up. But he looks like he's not entirely there. Looks like his feet aren't touching the ground. Though they are. His eyes are doing something to Tyson's insides. He looks like he has words to say to Tyson.
Well…
Guess he did win after all.
He turns around with a smile pulling at a corner of his lips.
He can't kill his boner. He has to go to the bathroom and get himself off. He comes in two strokes.
He's gay as hell.
Sucking dick should not have him this worked up.
He sighs and goes back to serving drinks to guests at the party thrown in favour of a veteran professor who is finally retiring from his job. He spots Kai entering the hall a few minutes later, all prim and proper again.
Though his hair is not as tightly styled as it was before. It's a decent mess. Works for him. Tyson sees Kristina running a hand through it as soon as he reaches her to fix it, saying something. Kai simply shakes his head, grabs a glass of champagne from a nearby table and takes a sip, his eyes colliding with Tyson's across the room.
Tyson breaks his gaze and goes about servicing the guests. But he feels Kai's attention on him for the rest of the night. And every time he chances a glance at him he sees him looking at him.
The party goes on for another few hours. People sit down to eat at some point. Tyson takes a five minute break to joke with Robert who comes to talk to him. In the middle of the conversation, his eyes stray and he feels all the air in his lungs extinguishing as he meets a pair of obsidian dark eyes trained entirely on him. They never left, did they? Tyson's never had his attention like this before, had he?
He doesn't remember this feeling. The full smothering weight of his focus.
It's a lot.
Kai's table is filled with guests. They're even talking to him. But his eyes don't move from Tyson. They're picking him apart. Dissecting him and trying to figure him out. Just a slow searing appraisal of his soul.
Tyson feels his cheeks slightly heating as he looks away and gives Robert a smile at something he said.
This wasn't a part of the plan.