Relax, it's just sex

"Granger's friend's kinda cute, isn't she?" says Tala, collapsing onto the couch with wild eyes and a lot of energy in him. He's back from a morning run. Training extra hard these days.

Ian puts down the book he was reading to squint at him. "Which one?" he asks conspiratorially. "He has many."

"The one every fool on campus thinks he's dating. The brunette with the big eyes. Come to think of it, she kinda looks like him," he mutters the last part to himself.

"She doesn't," Kai grumbles, shutting him down immediately, as he trudges past him on his way towards the kitchen.

"Okay" Tala gives him a look, tilting his head. "Didn't mean to offend thou, your majesty."

Kai doesn't acknowledge him any further. Making a beeline towards some caffeine. He can't function in the morning without it. Tala's comment must have been startling and disturbing enough to have gotten the attention of a groggy Kai. When he's out of earshot, he narrows his eyes at his back and leans towards Ian. "That was weird right? You found that weird?"

"Uh….in his defense," he says putting his hands up, "I would be pretty pissed too if someone said a girl I slept with looked like my worst enemy."

Tala hums. "You're making a lot of sense there, Ian boy." He drums his fingers on the leather arm rest, deep in thought. "But something tells me that's not what's going on here."

"What do you think is going on?"

"Can't share my suspicions till I have more grounds to believe they're real or I'll look like a clown. But you can feel it too right? Something's off." He's like a shark that caught a whiff of blood in the water.

Ian thinks real hard. "No. I don't think anything's off."

Tala clucks his tongue in disbelief. "With those skills of observation you're going to do poorly in life, Ian boy. Life's just going to pass you by. You've gotta up your game." He snaps his fingers.

"How do I do that?" He opens his book, looking for something and puts it back down with disappointment.

Tala sits back, considering it, then says, "11 am, Saturdays. Perception classes with me. I'll teach you my skills."

"Oh thank you," he flings his book again and then flings himself on top of Tala, smothering him with hugs and kisses. "I love you, Yuriy. I truly do."

"Aw, I love you too," he says, patting his arm while trying not to get killed by Ian's affections.

Julia observes them from a distance, standing near the kitchen counter. A look of yearning in her eyes. Kai notices it, more alert now that he has some coffee in his system. The drink steams in front of his face as he leans with one elbow on the counter.

"You wish you had that kind of ease with him," he states. Just to get her to talk to him about it.

Julia glances at him and gives a wistful sigh. Doesn't deny it. "Well, to be fair, things were never easy between us," her voice is soft, almost a whisper so he wouldn't overhear. Though he's far enough to not hear her even if she was speaking in a slightly raised volume. "It was an uphill battle since the day we met. To become his friend. To stay his friend." Her fingers tighten around the handle of her mug as she grimaces.

Kai smirks as their eyes meet again and he says, "Great love never comes easy." It's the stupidest shit ever.

It has the desired effect. The sadness leaves her frame as she throws her head back and rolls her eyes with a groan. "Shut up, Hiwatari. What do you know about love?"

He laughs, then sobers up. "You're right, I don't," he says, looking down at his coffee. "But I know nothing good ever comes easily."

Julia holds his gaze. And it's there. In her eyes. A glimmer of hope. She's in love with Yuriy. Has been for ages. And if you ask Kai, he'd say that Yuriy's in love with her too, but it's hard to read him sometimes. Especially when it comes to things that he himself hasn't realized yet. Tala, who is the most perceptive among them cannot for the life of him figure out this one thing about Julia. Or himself. And Kai can never tell him because Julia made him promise not to when she told Kai about her feelings for Tala.

"You can't tell anyone. Not a soul, Kai. Promise me."

"I promise"

"I love him"

"I know"

"I don't care if he never feels the same way about me, but I just wish we could be good friends you know. I just wish we could have that," she says gesturing towards the couch where Ian and Tala are playfully shoving each other. "That's all I'm asking for."

They have these fights. Her and Yuriy. Crazy, explosive fights that end with Julia crying into her pillow and Yuriy disappearing with his motorbike for hours and then coming back with a new girl on his arm. Sometimes two. Which only hurts Julia further. She stops talking to him and he starts doing fucked up shit to get her attention leading to another screaming match. It's a vicious cycle and it's been getting worse lately.

Things weren't this bad between them before. They would fight but not so badly. Kai can feel the time ticking. Feel it all building up to something.

Julia's developing dark circles under her eyes from all the sleepless, crying nights. Kai holds a hand out for her on the counter. She takes it.

"He's a fucking idiot, you know," he tells her.

Julia snorts. "Yeah"

"But he'll come around." He knows he will. One day he will. He'll figure it out no matter how long it takes.

"You're giving me hope, Hiwatari. It's dangerous. If what you're promising me doesn't happen I'll have your head."

"You can have my head." He meets her eyes. "I'm not taking back what I said."

She gives him a small smile and squeezes his fingers. Kai's gaze lingers on hers, reassuringly. When he looks away from her he sees Tala paused on his way out of the hall, watching them with a grudging scowl on his face. When he notices Kai looking at him he blinks and wipes his expression clean, shooting Kai a wan smile that doesn't reach his eyes before heading to his room.

Kai puts some things in a box in his head. It's a trick he was taught by his mother.

It helps, Kai. Anything you don't want to think about. Imagine there is a box in your head and you take your unwanted thought and put it inside and seal it away. And you don't open that box till you're ready to deal with whatever is inside of it.

It does work. Helps control his emotions. Helps him get through the day and do what needs to be done without getting lost in his head with all the things he can't deal with.

There are people who think Kai's very good with his emotions. He isn't. He simply puts them in a box and refuses to open it. Or go anywhere near it.

But sometimes what he's fighting is too strong and the box opens all on its own and its content spills out. Then he has to deal with it.

Last night, when Kai went to bed he did so with an itch in his hands. An itch to hold and please…Granger.

To return to him a piece of what he'd given Kai.

…he's still pretending to be cool with what happened while attempting to wipe his own memories and desperately attempting to hold onto every millisecond of what went down in his hotel room.

A part of him wishes to forget. That's not right. It wishes he never met Granger. While another part of him is trying to attempt a Herculean feat where a man keeps his memories of an event forever. Every single fraction of a second of it. Till the day he dies and may be even past that.

Become a part of the soil with memories from his past life about his time with a boy.

He drags a hand down his face as he sits on the bleachers. Pretty high up from the ground but he can still see Tala. He can still see him.

This is why he keeps shit in boxes. He's never normal about things he shuts away in a corner of his mind. They're put away for a very good reason.

If Kai had just found a way to get Granger alone with him as soon as the party had ended last night and had his fill may be he wouldn't be in this situation right now.

He keeps debating with himself about what he should have done after. He really should have never let him walk out of the room in the first place. He'd had a small smile on his face as he'd stepped out. Sexy as hell. Kai's never wanted anyone more than he did Granger when he was looking over his shoulder at him with his hand on the doorknob.

Hair sweaty and messy, parted, hanging over his forehead. Dress shirt rumpled by Kai's hands, tucked into a pair of dark black slacks that fit him beautifully. He likes Tyson in full sleeves and steam pressed clothes he realizes. Only because he looks like he shouldn't be wearing them. Should have them taken off of him.

He's infesting every part of his mind isn't he? Kai put Granger in the box this morning. Because he'd dreamed of him. Again. Dreaming of Granger in and of itself is nothing new. It's been happening for a while (he's been waking up with tented sweats for like a month). But this time it was different. His brain had had a lot more to go on…Like how his mouth fits on his cock. Fuck.

How wet he feels.

No, he's not thinking about this. Put it away, he tells himself. Put it away.

Put away the image of Tyson on his knees before him. His hand wrapped around his cock, lips pressed to the head, eyes closed like he'd rather be nowhere else. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be. Like he was enjoying it.

Kissing him. He was fucking kissing him.

The flash of that image alone is enough to make Kai's legs feel weak again.

"How are your knees? Can they hold you up or do you need to lean against a wall?"

No.

Stop thinking about it.

He leans back in his seat and tries to pull his attention towards Tala, whom he'd come here to check up on. He'd stormed out of the house moodily earlier and then he seemed to have a cold. He's having a bad day. Kai should be paying attention to him but all his consciousness is being soaked up by Granger who is currently on the field, talking to a guy with his jet black hair pulled into a ponytail and Chinese lettering inked on his left arm. He's a bit shorter than Granger but on the bulkier side. They seem like friends.

But Granger is friends with everyone, isn't he? (Except Kai)

Kai should be wondering what the fuck is wrong with Tala but instead he's preoccupied with the whys that the sight of Tyson evokes. It almost doesn't seem real. What happened. What he'd done last night. It doesn't seem real. But now, Kai has the knowledge of what Tyson looks like when he's swallowing his cum.

He closes his eyes. Wrestles with his mind once more. He should be furious at Granger for taking up so much space in his head, and he is. He is. But not as much as he'd like to be.

Why did he do it?

What was the reason?

What had prompted it?

The athletes are all standing around and doing whatever they want to on the field because their coach is busy traumatizing a newly joined team member. The poor boy is panting, flushed from head to toe. Practically dying while cowering in front of the man whose shouts can be heard all the way to where Kai is sitting.

"You run like that next week we are done. Fucking done! Might as well lay ourselves on the ground with a 'welcome' sign on our chests since you want to be a doormat so bad."

Why do any of them take this man's shit? Kai can't imagine standing in that boy's shoes and doing nothing except hanging his head as someone yells at him even as a freshman.

May be it was his upbringing but he could never hang his head in front of anyone. Doesn't matter how old they are, how much power they have. He will hold his chin up high.

The distinct sound of Granger's laugh draws his attention away from the kid and the coach and towards his sunny form again. He's no longer talking to that guy with the ponytail. He's on his phone now. Seemingly on a call. A video call. He has one hand holding up the device while the other is in the hair at the back of his head. Messing it up as he reacts to something the person on the screen is saying.

All smiles.

Who the fuck is he talking to?

It's a Sunday but they have practice. A new guy has joined the team and they all need to get to know the guy and the guy needs to get to know them ergo they are all here.

The kid's alright. His name's Zeo. Tyson talked to him earlier and he seemed nice, just a little shy. But everyone is like that at the beginning. With time he'll be more of himself.

He would have liked to talk to him more but Carr had chased Tyson away, wanting to 'see what the kid's made of', then Lee had come over for a chat, and then Trent called.

He's just been busy and Carr is still breathing down Zeo's neck.

Trent asks him how he's been, about classes, about his day and other mundane stuff. He's a good friend. And since Tyson's made some discoveries about himself recently, like that tiny fact about him having a thing for guys, he's noticing that Trent's really fucking good-looking. Like really fucking gorgeous and really nice and he wants to know about Tyson's day.

So he's a bit nervous and he might even be flirting a little. Not verbally, mind you. He still has some decency left in him. But he's doing all the things he does when he finds someone attractive. Like biting his lip and giving him lopsided smiles which he knows are his best ones and touching his own hair and flexing his muscles.

He's nervously rubbing the back of his neck while listening to Trent talk about their coach with his pretty blue eyes and everything when he sees an incoming call.

It's Kai.

He curses internally. Why is he calling now? Why now? Why couldn't he call later?

"Oh I, um, I have to take this," Tyson says sadly. "I'm so sorry but it's important."

"It's alright" Trent laughs, probably because of how sorry Tyson looks. "I'll call you later."

"Yeah" he says softly, hanging up.

He has a couple of texts from Kai.

He wants to meet him under the bleachers like they're a pair of high school kids with a secret fling. They're not and they don't have a fling.

He looks towards the bleachers because for some reason he feels eyes on him and they feel like Kai's.

Heavy and tangible.

And look. There he is. Towards the top. He's getting to his feet and motioning towards where he wants them to meet.

Tyson walks over with no idea of what he wants.

"Why did you suck my dick?" The question is so nonchalant, so out of the blue and thrown at him in such a casual tone with such a causal stance that Tyson's jaw drops. And it stays like that for a full five seconds.

"Wh-what?" he gasps when he finally manages to find words, move his mouth. Kai has his arms crossed in front of his chest, shoulders relaxed, eyes half lidded with boredom, the picture of coolly confrontational as he watches Tyson malfunction.

"You heard me," he says. "Why did you do it?"

Tyson can't tell him the real reason. That he did it because he felt like he was losing the game and Kai was having an upper hand (what with his experience and all) and that Tyson felt like he needed to balance things out. Take control of stuff a little bit.

"I don't know, man," he tries for cool. Match his nonchalance. He shrugs. "Why does anyone suck dick?" Like isn't it obvious?

Kai raises a smooth questioning brow. Attractive bastard.

Tyson rolls his eyes. He hopes his voice doesn't shake as he says, "'Cause I wanted to." He's really scared for some reason. Really doesn't want Kai to find out why. Because if he does then Kai might just do something that fucks over Tyson forever. Like ruin him for everyone else or something. He knows that's not possible. Like realistically. Sex cannot make you fall in love. But he's still scared. Deep down. It's an irrational fear of his.

That he might one day just suddenly lose his head and fall for Kai or something, like he isn't the biggest asshole on the planet.

Like he didn't film Hilary without her consent.

He takes a grounding breath, steadily holds Kai's gaze. He's not a god, he reminds himself. There's nothing Kai can do to Tyson to make him forget who he is.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" asks Kai, tilting his head, distrust in his tone. Like he doesn't believe it even for a second.

"You can believe whatever you want," says Tyson, looking away from him and around the underside of the bleachers. There are cobwebs down here. "I really don't care."

There's silence between them.

Tyson isn't still on his feet, he moves around some. Leisurely. Acting how he doesn't feel. He casually rubs his palms on the sides of his legs. They're slightly sweaty.

He wonders what Kai's thinking. Nothing close to the truth he hopes.

Sometimes he fears that Kai can read his mind.

Calm down. It's just sex. There's nothing to be worried about.

You're being stupid.

"Fine" says Kai, and he sounds like he's clenching his jaw.

Tyson looks at him. Kai meets his eyes and he's come to some decision, Tyson can tell. God, what is he thinking about?

"7 p.m. Tonight. Same place."

"What?" Tyson blurts. Are his nightmares coming true? "What, we're like planning it now?" he asks out of pure fear.

Kai makes a face, like he thinks Tyson's being nonsensical. Tyson knows he's being nonsensical. "Was it not planned last night?" he shoots back. "It seemed pretty planned to me."

Well yes. "Yeah but-" That was me. I planned it. Not you. It's different when it's you.

Oh he's being stupid.

He's being absurd.

It doesn't mean anything.

It goes off like a bulb in his head. It doesn't mean anything. Him making a fuss about it is what makes it mean something.

"Okay" he says, shrugging. Reminding himself and relaxing. "Seven"

Kai's gaze lingers on his for a few seconds, seconds that feel like minutes, (the shape of his eyes are really nice but mostly the way he holds them, uncaring in how they're half-lidded, but intense in the way they focus on someone. Pins a person in place.) then he gives a slight nod and leaves the place.

Seven

He has a fight scheduled for later and people are blowing up his phone. He considers putting it on silent for an hour.

An hour with Granger?! his brain screeches at him.

Oh. Absolutely not. They might kill each other.

Half an hour then.

There's a knock on the door right at that moment. He turns off the ringer and throws his phone on the bed.

When he opens the door he's greeted by the sight of a slightly nervous Granger, dressed in a solid red shirt with its sleeves rolled to his elbows and well worn blue jeans.

Kai mistook his nervousness for fear of pissing Kai off last night but now he understands that that wasn't quite what it was. He's nervous about what they are about to do.

May be it's because of inexperience. May be something else. But it's all over him as he steps inside and rubs his palms together once before easing them down the sides of his thighs with a deep breath as he looks around.

Kai has the urge to say "relax, I'm not going to do anything to you." He does say it.

Tyson looks at him with a puzzled expression. "You're not?" he asks, taken aback.

"Yes, but-" he stammers. What the fuck. "I'm not going to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he says, finally finding the right words. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."

His eyes go round with surprise. Like he didn't know that was possible. Like he didn't know that was an option on the table.

While Kai does want Tyson to be terrified of him at all times he does not want it like this. Never like this.

In this room, for the next half hour, he wants Granger to know nothing but mind-numbing pleasure with Kai.

Because that's what he gave him last night.

"Really?" he asks in a whisper that would have been inaudible if Kai hadn't been holding his breath.

"Yeah" he breathes.

Kai can tell that he doesn't trust him even as he reassures him. It's there in his gaze.

"Okay, um," Tyson gives himself a shake, looking more like himself, then steps towards Kai, puts both his hands on his face and kisses him.

They end up pressed up against a wall. Kai's thigh between Tyson's legs. He's moaning into Kai's mouth, eyes closed, sighing in his hold. Hands still cupping his face, but much weaker than before as their tongues tangle together.

Kai…wants. He wants so much he never wants to let Tyson go. He remembers feeling this way before they even kissed. If they were in a room together then he wanted to hold Tyson in that room for an indefinite amount of time.

If they were in a car together then he was tempted to keep the doors locked so he couldn't get out.

Whatever he gets from Tyson he wants to keep it. If it's his attention then his attention. If it's his fury then his fury. He wants to keep it with him. Be in possession of it. And now that he's touching him…he never wants to stop.

Simply kissing him is more than gratifying. It's like putting your tongue at the end of a battery cell except you like the way you're getting zapped and you don't feel like you're eating poison. And there's no bitter aftertaste. Well you get the point, it's full of electricity but ten times better. And without any danger.

Except for one may be. Catching feelings. But Kai has more chances of winning the FIFA World Cup than catching feelings for Tyson Granger and he doesn't even play football.

He still has trouble believing that these lips were wrapped around his cock last night. All their softness against his hard length. Kai makes a sound at the back of his throat and nudges his thigh further against Tyson's crotch who lets out a helpless sound of his own that Kai immediately stores in his brain. Something else he's going to keep with him for as long as he can.

The box in his head had been flung open this morning at the sight of Tyson in his training gear. And Kai wants to ease at least some of the debilitating want swimming in his veins. He thought he could get him out of his system by having his fill but that doesn't seem likely anymore. The more he touches him the more he wants.

How's he going to have his fill if his craving increases with every taste? Kai dips his head to Tyson's neck and leaves kisses there because Tyson likes it a lot. It gets him weak. It makes his whole spine shudder if done right and Kai prides himself on getting that reaction out of him.

His fingers twist in Kai's hair and it makes him pause and think about what his own hands are doing. They're on Tyson's waist but they seem to have taken liberties. He's rucked up his shirt a few significant inches, splayed his palms there, savoring the stretch of his abdomen.

And Kai had been too preoccupied with kissing him that he hadn't realized he was unconsciously undressing Tyson. Even flicked a button open. The last one.

He's losing control of his own hands. That's great.

Tyson doesn't seem to have noticed either. He looks down at himself then back up at Kai, who's taken a step back in mild horror. His eyes meet Kai's and may be it's because Kai hasn't seen them in a while (they'd been kissing after all) that they have a startling effect on him. They're slightly wide and brown, has a bright twinkling quality to them and…they're beautiful.

(He really just thought to himself that Tyson Granger's eyes are beautiful.

It's a good thing no one can read minds.

And a great thing that Tyson can't read his because imagine.)

Kai reaches a hand towards the top button of Tyson's shirt. Not the one that's already undone. But to the one right below. Tyson glances at his fingers then back at Kai. His face is blank. But not like he's hiding things. But rather like he's not thinking about much. He's right here in the room with him.

Present

In the moment.

Not thinking about anything else outside of…this.

He holds Kai's gaze and gives a nod of consent. He raises his chin slightly as Kai undoes the first fastened button, then remains mostly still as Kai works his way down.

Mostly, because his breathing picks up again.

Kai's no better. His match. He's undressed a lot of women in his life. Never a man. He's seen plenty of men naked. None of them had gotten much of a reaction out of him.

He did…no, he still does think that Tala is hot. May be the most attractive man he's ever come across.

But Yuriy is Yuriy. He's sexy to everyone. He's pretty sure there isn't a soul on earth who doesn't find him hot.

Other than that, and a few handful of instances here and there where he'd appreciated male beauty over the years none has ever held his attention for a prolonged period of time. Not longer than a few minutes.

He may have had a small crush on Yuriy when he was thirteen or fourteen. But then Kai had gotten a girlfriend and that crush had died.

He's kissed Yuriy a few times while drunk. During threesomes. And that was always nice. But that's as far as his experience with men went.

He frees the last button holding his shirt closed and as his torso is bared Kai looks at him and thinks: how did I not realize?

Tyson Granger is fucking breathtaking.

He pushes the shirt off his shoulders. And Kai has the urge to step away and just…take it in for a moment. Take him in.

Where have you been? he wonders. Where have you been all this time when I could have been looking at you?

How did I cross paths with you in the hallway and not look at you twice?

How did I watch you run and not pay you any mind?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

He wonders what the fuck is wrong with him right now because he's standing there and looking at him like an idiot instead of touching him. He should touch him.

He needs to show this boy both heaven and hell on earth.

He needs to show him things no other person could ever do.

He needs to make him die and bring him back to life with his own two hands.

Kai's well aware who he's having these thoughts about. But you can despise someone and still be sexually attracted to them. It's not like they're any good. Not like they're going to benefit Granger in any shape or form.

His intentions aren't holy. They're selfish and vengeful. He wants to make the rest of his life hell. Wants to ruin him for everyone else. It's not an easy feat. He's aware. But Kai needs to make sure that Granger never forgets him.

Because Granger's made it pretty certain that Kai's never going to be able to forget him.

There's that feeling again. Something akin to possessiveness but worse. Kai has Granger's attraction. And he wants to keep that attraction till the end of time. Wants his brain to equate sex with Kai. Make it impossible to separate the two. Wants Granger to compare people to Kai and fall short every time and feel a harrowing fucking pain in his chest as he realizes no one would ever measure up. Wants Granger to carry his name with him as long as he's alive. And past that. When he becomes a part of the earth again he would become a part of it with Kai's name on it.

Because that's what he's done to Kai.

He raises his hand, slowly, carefully, so Tyson can see it's coming, reaches out with his breath rattling in his lungs. (Like he's a dying man. Thankfully it isn't audible and it's more of a feeling or Tyson would have thought there's a medical emergency.)

He touches his cheek. With the back of his index finger. Tyson lets out a shaky exhale, eyes shuttering for a second, lips red and parted.

Tyson is tall. He's definitely on the taller side. Only an inch or so shorter than Kai. And all his limbs are long and lean, more legs than torso but he still has enough height for his upper body to be pleasingly proportionate. His shoulders look strong and they cut an almost perfectly straight line. They're built like they can never cower. Like no amount of pressure could break them. Keeping his chest open and bold.

There isn't much fat on him, the outline of a few ribs visible but so are the muscles wrapping around them. His chest has a divot in the middle and Kai wants to put his mouth there. He's all bronze skin and strong toned muscles and Kai's almost mad at him for looking the way he does.

Kai lets his fingers trail down, down his neck, along his collarbone, to his shoulder. Goosebumps follow his touch and his shoulders shake when Kai's finger lightly ghosts past his left one. He's not the only one having a hard time keeping it together here.

He takes a step closer to him and says, stooping towards his ear, so his breath brushes his neck as he speaks, "If you want me to stop just say the word, and I'll stop." He sees goosebumps appear on his skin there too. He knows that if he puts his hand on Tyson's chest right now his heart would hammer against his palm with a rhythm that could rival Kai's.

He gives a jerky nod.

Kai starts kissing him then. Not his mouth. But his body. Puts his hands and mouth on his torso. And Tyson's no longer quiet or composed, his stillness from earlier is gone. The blank expression from a few minutes ago melting away into a slightly pained one.

He looks like he doesn't want to do the things he's doing or react the way he's reacting. He closes his eyes but struggles as if he'd rather have them opened. He shudders in Kai's hands but tries to stop it. And when Kai closes his mouth over a chocolate chip of a nipple he lets out a moan that gets cut off abruptly.

He's suppressing his reactions. Kai, incensed by that, kisses his mouth and unzips Tyson's jeans. Wanting to break down his walls. Wanting to have all of him unraveling. "Is this okay?" he asks, just to make sure.

There's a slightly puzzled expression on his face, amidst the lust and hunger as he looks at Kai but it's only there for a second and then he breathes "Yes" against his lips and Kai promptly forgets about it.

Eager. So very eager despite the war with himself.

He gets his jeans open and pushes them down to his thighs, kissing his mouth, his neck, his chest and his hands cradle his hips, where his waistband used to be along his back, basically replacing them, and at first Kai thinks, "there's no way I'm getting on my knees in front of Granger." His pride wouldn't allow him. But then he gets his fingers around his cock and he thinks, "No, I want to put my mouth on him. I want to take him to the skies."

He's tempted to take him to the bed. Take his sweet time with him. Spend hours exploring his body with his lips and tongue. Kiss him between his legs.

So he asks, "Want to take this to the bed?"

Tyson's lips brush his as he considers it. Kai gives him a squeeze. Trying to persuade him. He shouldn't. He shouldn't. He shouldn't. But he really wants him on that bed. Kai has a fight later. He shouldn't be acting recklessly with his time like this but he does it anyway. This is somehow more important. Right now. There is nothing more important than Tyson's heady sighs and exhales into his mouth.

Kai's hanging onto the smallest of his reactions.

He's indecisive. He starts stroking him again and his forehead rests against Kai's. "No" he breathes in the softest voice, shaking his head. "No"

"No?"

"Not yet" he chokes as Kai tightens his grip on him. He kisses him then. Next time, he says to himself. Next time he'll take him to the bed.

Tyson has a hand on Kai's bicep, the one attached to the arm that's on his cock. And his mouth is open and his eyes are half closed as they look at Kai like he's losing his mind and he wants more…and fuck his pride.

He gets on his knees.

Kisses down his pretty stomach that swoops inward on contact and gets his mouth on him. Tyson's legs jerk and the sounds that fall out of his mouth are worth doing this a thousand times over. Fuck he'd live on his knees if it meant he'd get to hear these noises for the rest of his life. Tyson leans against the wall, his spine curving inward as he looks down at Kai with a pained furrow between his brows and his hands on Kai's head and shoulder.

Kai holds his eyes, the way he did to him last night, the way he'd dreamed he could do to him last night, and caresses the back of his thighs, his ass, his hips (he's fucking perfect), takes him as far back as he can, and he's never sucked a dick before but it doesn't matter right now. He knows what feels best and if Tyson's jerking hips are anything to go by then he's doing it right.

He thrusts into Kai's mouth, helplessly, both his hands on the sides of Kai's face. He…likes doing that. Holding Kai's face. And he does it gently too. Kai caresses the underside of his cock with his tongue. Caressing him real good as he fucks into Kai's mouth.

It's a heady rush. To watch him unravel the way he does. Especially since he was suppressing his reactions before. That's all gone to hell now as he rides his face how Kai never knew someone could. Kai looks at the expression on Granger's features and he knows. He knows what this feels like. This was him last night, with Tyson on the floor and Kai struggling to keep his knees from failing him. It's a crazy feeling. To fuck into the mouth of a guy you hate.

Kai sucks his cock, a few times, makes his mouth cover as much of him as possible and Tyson pretty much…breaks. He lets out a cry that sounds like Kai's name.

He's pretty sure that was his name but it sounded different on his tongue. He said it like it was something of his. Something private. Something that belonged to him more than Kai.

Kai sits back and wonders how long it'd take for Granger to get hard again as his cum slides down his throat. If he can instantly go again like Tala or if he needs at least fifteen minutes like Kai. Or if it would take him hours like Sergei.

Because he's not ready to let him walk out of this room yet.

His musings are stopped short by Granger opening his pretty brown eyes and pulling Kai up to his feet and into a kiss. Distracting him for five whole minutes. His kisses are fucking addictive.

"Oh my god" he says in a breathless whisper, breaking away and leaning his head on Kai's shoulder. Hands on his biceps. "That was so insane."

His words are nothing but air. So soft Kai almost doesn't catch them.

"Mmm" he hums against him. "Now you know how I felt."

He lets out a laugh. Disbelieving and reeling. He pushes his forehead further into Kai's shoulder for a moment before leaning back and saying, "Okay, your turn." Snaking a hand down his body already and cupping him through his pants.

Oh

He'd almost forgotten about himself. Kai cants his mouth against Tyson's once more and curses King's entire family tree.

A palm rubs against him and then fingers start working on his belt.

Kai thinks about how he would be a part of the soil with Tyson's name on it.

He pulls away from the kiss. Granger tries to bring them back together.

"No, I'm good," rasps Kai, prising his fingers away from his cock as his whole body mourns the loss.

Granger goes taut in his arms. He meets his eyes, searches them for something. He almost seems upset. Almost seems…frightened. Why?

Then he blinks and the fear disappears. "Are you sure?" he asks, biting his lip.

Kai nods. "Yeah" His gaze falling to his mouth even as he says it.

Tyson looks like he's going to drop it as he rights his clothes, but then once he's dressed again, he turns to ask, "Can I know why?"

"I have somewhere to be. I'll be late if-f.." he trails off, something about talking to Granger about it. It never gets easy. It never becomes something normal. His words cut off on their own.

Tyson nods understandingly after a beat, appears to be reasoning with himself. Then he leans to take a glimpse of himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. "Bye" he says, tone wearing a mask of forced neutrality, glancing at Kai and it's so strange. They're in an alternate dimension. The awkwardness in the air is unbearable. (Why did he decide to do this?)

"Bye" replies Kai and may be only the 'b' sound comes out properly. Rest is drowned between his own mouth and the stifling air in the room.

Granger walks out of there, closing the door behind him, and Kai lets go of the breath he had been holding.

He glances at the hotel room around him, feeling like he's coming out of a trance.

A/N: So a couple of people have asked me about my update schedule now and I'm so sorry you guys but there is no schedule. I'm so sorry.