A/N: I recommend re-reading the last chapter before reading this one.
It's Time to Make Some Changes
Tyson can't sleep. He tosses and turns, head full of thoughts. None of them innocent. If he shuts his eyes and concentrates just a little bit he can feel the ghost of Kai's fingers tracing over his stomach. Patterns. Shapes. His lust.
There's only one thing he wants. The only thing he's been thinking about the whole week. It's been keeping him up at night, thieving his peace, raiding his slumber when he manages to find it, giving him dreams so vivid he wakes up questioning his reality, the heat of imaginary Kai still on his skin.
The feeling circulates in his body throughout his mornings, his afternoons, evenings, softly but irresistibly nudging him towards Kai, to find him, lure his fingers onto his body. Club bathrooms, dark alleys, Kai's bedroom. He seeks for it, and Kai gives him some, but never what he wants, never lets him have it, makes the hunger rush back stronger, greedier, headier. He's cruel. Tyson presses a pillow over his face and smothers a scream.
Tala wakes to the sound of drills penetrating the walls around him. He throws the covers off, storming into the hall to see what the fuck exactly is going on. His footsteps come to a halt as he comes face to face with one of the largest paintings in the house being taken down.
People mill about the space, hard at work. The chandelier's already in a box. The furniture moved outside. A huge chunk of the west wall is being carved out.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he bellows at Kai who's stood in the middle of all the chaos overseeing them like this is a perfectly normal thing to do at six in the morning.
"Thought the house could use a remodelling," he says, looking over his shoulder unperturbed. "The gothic interior was growing old on me. We need something more modern."
"Are you fucking me right now? It's six fucking o'clock!"
He checks his watch. "It's almost seven."
"Kai, for the love of-"
"These people are the best at what they do and they don't have a lot of time before the next project."
"As soon as next week!" says some Chinese guy walking up to them. "We're always busy. Huai Jin, nice to meet you." He has thick-framed black glasses, silver hair and a blinding smile. Are those veneers?
"Tala Valkov, nice to meet you too," he mutters, accepting his hand shake.
"Since they're on a tight schedule they need to start as early as possible," says Kai. "I'm sorry I woke you guys." 'Guys' he says because Sergei is also in the hall now, having been effectively chased out of his own bed. Bryan and Ian remain shut in their rooms, two logs who will sleep through anything.
Huai looks apologetic and hands a book of designs that was in his possession to Tala. "Why don't you look through them?"
He gives him a polite smile in return and when he walks away he turns to Kai with a murderous glare. "Garland better have given you brain damage-"
"Look through them," says Kai, interrupting him and nudging the book of designs open. "Take a glance."
"Oh fuck you," he flips through the pages rudely and…well, they're not bad.
"That's the hall. These are the bedrooms..." Kai's explaining. Tala meets Sergei's eyes over Kai's shoulder. Sergei shrugs, blanket still wrapped him. Tala's fingers tighten around the book and he resists the urge to fling it on top of Kai's head.
He calms himself down, finding restraint that he usually doesn't have around anyone else (Kai has so much of it that it rubs off on him.) "They're all great. Do whatever you want," he says. "I'm going to go brush my teeth." He hands the designs to him and pats Kai on the back in a 'you got it' fashion before walking out of the hall, gesturing to Sergei, making a spiral with his finger next to his temple, "He's lost his mind."
Sergei shuffles over to Kai's side and peeks at the designs. "I like them," he says.
Kai nods in agreement. "I like them too."
Tyson has a new job at a local convenience store. He works weekends for now but he's considering taking more hours during the week as well so he can furnish his diet with more protein and nutrients. The scholarship covers all his basic necessities but doesn't allow him much financial flexibility. Working part time will help him with that till he finds sponsors for himself. He's drumming out a mindless rhythm on the counter with a ballpoint pen when he sees a rather short customer sneaking a pack of potato chips under his hoodie.
"Hey! I saw that!" He puts the pen down and hops over the counter before the shoplifter can run away. "Put that back!"
The shoplifter appears to be a kid and he freezes badly at his shout.
"You are not robbing my store, buddy." Tyson stops before him in the aisle and sticks his hand out for the chips.
"It's not your store,Tyson," the boy drawls out, pronouncing his name in such an aggressively mocking tone that he knows who it is immediately.
"Daichi!" Tyson flips the kid's hood back to reveal his face. His mouth drops open in shock. "What are you doing here?"
He wiggles out of Tyson's grip. "I got bored so I thought I'd ride my bike a bit."
"A bit? You rode all the way to the city, my guy!" He's honestly impressed.
Daichi groans loudly. "I was really hoping I wouldn't bump into you."
"Is that why you're wearing real clothes? So I wouldn't recognise you? I gotta give you credit, man. I almost didn't."
"Pretending to be cultured, Tyson? You just called someone else's store yours! Still staking a claim on other people's stuff!"
"Slip of the tongue," he waves him away.
"No, it's that nasty habit of yours."
"Says the brat who sleeps at my house and kicks me out of my own bed. Put those chips back!"
They grapple over the bag of snacks and the fight quickly dissolves into one so silly and immature with Daichi biting Tyson's ankles and pulling on his hair, Tyson screaming in pain, and thumping him on his back.
Daichi eventually steals the chips from him and runs out of there and Tyson almost follows him out the door fully intending to chase him around the city before he remembers that he needs to man the store and can't leave the till unguarded.
"Why you little-" He trudges annoyedly back behind the counter and fishes out a few coins out of his own pockets, putting it in the cash register. He'll be on the lookout for when that brat returns because he'll return. He loves tormenting Tyson.
The Blitzkriegs visit the store some time later, Tala and Bryan venturing inside but Kai stops at the door, hands in the pockets of his jacket, standing near the counter, but he doesn't see him, not paying attention to who's behind the register.
Tyson's got his head down anyway. He's got his forearms on the counter, chin resting on top of his intertwined fingers. He stares at Kai, waiting for his gaze to stray down and find him but it doesn't, he's mostly in his head, a thoughtful glaze to his eyes. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," he says.
Kai's gaze snaps to him, instantly. He doesn't flinch but that's as close as it gets. He's taken aback.
"Wow, you're really not happy to see me," says Tyson, sitting up with a laugh.
"You work here?" he asks, voice slightly tight with discomfort.
"Just started," he says, drumming his fingers on the glass. "Weekends only for now but that might change soon."
Kai's gaze moves over him then he looks down, like he's lost his interest already.
"Excited for tonight?" Tyson teases, a chill spreading over his skin just from bringing it up, but he plays it cool.
"You keep asking me that." Kai gives a soft snort, raising his gaze but not looking at him. Finds the coolers of soft drinks on the opposite wall instead. "I'm starting to think you aren't joking anymore."
Tyson wonders if he should lie but what's the point? He knows he likes what they do. Will know just how much when he touches him later. What's the point and what's the harm in it? It's just how he is. "I'm not. I get excited about new experiences." He shrugs when Kai looks at him. "It's exciting."
His gaze doesn't move away this time. Stays.
"And I know you are too," Tyson whispers, weaving his fingers under his chin again. "You get hard just from looking at me."
Kai clenches his jaw, inhaling sharply. He instantly searches for his friends and finds that they are at the back of the store, out of hearing range. "Is this a part of your job description too?" he grits out when he turns back to him.
"I'll wear my best shirt," says Tyson, on a roll now, spurred on by Kai's reaction. "And you can take it off me."
Kai leaves the store.
The sun is setting when they wrap up working on the house for that day. Kai's shirt got dust, paint and wood shavings on it when he peels it off his sweaty skin, muscles pleasantly humming with exertion and his mind blissfully quiet.
The excess energy and restlessness in him killed by hard work. He takes a thorough shower before getting ready and heading to the hotel.
He isn't an expert on what Tyson's tastes are but makes some changes to the room based on some of his own personal preferences and ease of access and comfortability. The room is furnished in accents of dark black and grey with leather chairs and couches and a king-sized bed with an upholstered headboard. He draws the curtains shut, pushes the bed closer to the middle of the room so Tyson doesn't have to walk as much, and they don't have to stall and make small talk as he makes his way to it (Tyson usually is good at masking his nervousness but it's there and if it chooses to take control of the situation today of all days then Kai might die of awkwardness so the closer the bed is to the door the better).
He removes the unwanted silk pillows to the chair, leaving just two near the headboard, one more on the side if they need it. The blanket gets thrown on the chair as well because no one's sleeping here tonight and they weren't going to inconvenience themselves by trying to do it under the covers (unless Tyson suddenly developed intense shyness but pigs have better chances of taking flight than him suddenly deciding he doesn't want Kai seeing his body).
Then he opens a small bottle of his cologne, custom made for him - strong-scented wildflowers that's difficult to wash off - and sprinkles some of it on the bed so when Tyson rolls off of it he does so smelling like Kai. It isn't something he does with everyone (he's actually never fucking done it before), but he wants Tyson to carry something of him on his person. And if blondie can smell it on him and pick it apart from Tyson's scent then that's just an added bonus.
"No flowers or candles? Is this how you fuck all the girls?" asks Tyson as he walks backwards into the room. He had arrived just fifteen minutes after Kai, in a deep carmine shirt that brings out the honey of his skin and makes him look like he walked straight out of Kai's wet dreams.
"You're not a girl," says Kai, tracing Tyson's footsteps with his own, his heavier Harley Davidsons chasing Tyson's boastful chunkier ones (he's usually got on converses but switched them today, put effort into his appearance. Out for Kai's blood.)
"A guy can appreciate candles and flowers too," says Tyson.
"You're not just any guy."
"Mm" He's shaking his head, mirth in his eyes. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he stops. Waits. "Take them off me, Kai," he says.
Kai pulls him forward - toward him - a little, by the line of buttons on his shirt, flicking them open one by one, till the sides fall apart to reveal his abs. "You could go faster," whispers Tyson, no bite to his words, impatient and needy. Like he's been waiting for longer than he was capable of.
Kai undoes the very last button and meets his gaze. "You're prettier than that," he says, pushing the shirt off his shoulders as Tyson's eyes widen slightly. He subsequently, almost reflexively, reaches for Kai's belt but Kai takes his wrist firmly in his grasp and turns him around, stepping up behind him. He feels rather than sees the shiver that runs through him at the contact.
Kai removes Tyson's belt, his jeans, pushes his briefs down his legs. "Hands on the bed, baby," he says into his ear.
Tyson looks over his shoulder at him, feathery brown eyebrows raised in confusion. Kai holds his gaze, gestures towards the mattress with his chin, skimming his hands along his sides.
Tyson turns back around, blinking a few times (thinking) but does as asked. Kai kisses his nape and follows the line of his spine down his back as Tyson bends over, setting his palms on the mattress.
He thumbs open the button on his own pants and slides them down, reaching for the lube and condoms in the drawer beside him, before letting his hands brush Tyson's ass. Slow and gentle kneading to stimulate him, the muscles in his arms loosen, and his head bows with a sigh.
"This is how we're doing it?" he asks.
"This is how we're doing it," says Kai. Impersonal. Detached. Completely physical. "If you feel pain you ask me to stop." He waits till he gets a firm nod of acknowledgement from him before he touches his entrance, spreading his cheeks apart as he pulls his own cock out, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his nape as he slips a finger in. "I won't be very gentle," he says into the skin right below his ear, "so if you feel pain you yell to stop. That's important." He looks at Tyson and he nods. "You get it?" he asks again to make sure.
"Yes" he says, the flesh of his lips red from biting. Kai sees the mark of his own teeth left on his shoulder from the night before and thinks about how many more he's going to have by the end of this one.
Once he's prepped him well enough, Kai licks along his ass till Tyson loses all his patience and screams in frustration.
He enters him then, everything in him coming to a stop and then starting back up with a kick, all his plans to keep it strictly impersonal going out the window as he slides into his impossibly wet tight heat. Tyson gasps and speaks nonsense, reaching under himself to touch his own cock. "Oh my god" he mutters repeatedly. "Oh my god" Kai thrusts into him shallowly at first then harder, going in deeper each time. Tyson tearing at the sheets. Kai's grip bruising on his hips.
He lets Tyson climb onto the bed, move onto his fours so he has more support and doesn't fucking fall over. Kai drives into him harder, sweat dripping, balls slapping against his ass as their hips come together over and over. He slips his fingers into his hair, tugs on those soft fluffy brown locks now coating with sweat. "Kai" he starts saying then, starting as whispers, then growing into full blown moans. "Kai"
He pulls Kai down to the mattress, throwing one leg over him and sitting down on his cock, riding him shamelessly. "We're not stopping any time soon," he says to Kai, all breath, no voice. Palm slipping up Kai's torso. "We're not stopping. We'll go all night."
Kai almost falls in love right there.
He gathers his hips in his hands and brings him down rougher onto his cock startling a cry out of Tyson. He holds his gaze and does it again, setting a brutal pace that has both of their brains melting. "I don't even know why I didn't do this sooner," Tyson sighs out.
Kai puts him on his back, folding him up, pressing his legs up his chest as far as they would go. The way he swallows him up in that angle has Kai groaning without a shred of decency. Tyson's mouth falls open, pleasure in every line of his face as he stares with wonder at Kai. He covers Kai's eyes with his hands then, making him fuck him blind.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice tight.
"I love it," answers Kai truthfully.
"Have you had better?" asks Tyson.
"Never" Truth again.
"I bet you say that to everyone."
"Never meant it before."
When Tyson peels his hands away from his eyes, Kai sees him squinting at him with distrust. "You liar"
He doesn't believe him so Kai takes him till there isn't a lick of doubt about it in his head, till Kai's name is all there is on his tongue, till he feels the strength in his own limbs waning, till he can't remember who he was before he met Tyson and they both lie side by side on the bed afterward as changed people.
