by Celia Fay
And I say, "why not?"
I've only been to his apartment once before, but it's small enough that I'm already comfortable with everything. Except...
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screech.
Kai freezes, an arm stuck halfway out of the sleeve. Chiseled abs are still showing. "What?" he asks, lips forming a perfect O.
"You're not at work yet. Stop stripping in public."
Sending a kiss to the air, he finishes taking off his shirt. "I'm a dancer, not a stripper," he whines. "And this isn't in public. I'm alone with my boyfriend," he singsongs.
I swallow hard, trying not to stare at his body. For such a skinny guy, he sure has a hell of a body. It's packed with lean muscles – the type that isn't too in-your-face, but ripples when he moves and... fuck, he catches me staring.
Face turning beet red, I spin around. "Hurry the fuck up."
I count to ten and pace my breathing, trying to get my thoughts straight again. Yes, pun intended.
But just as I'm about to succeed, the guy behind me announces, "I'm done!"
I turn around on reflex and damn...
He's still wearing those skintight black pants that accentuate his ass and nice, long legs. His white shirt is satin and loose, hinting at what’s underneath when he moves. The V-neck is frustratingly low and I can vaguely see a nipple as he walks over. He doesn't look sexual, but he's making me feel the heat anyway.
God… why am I so easy…
"A-are you supposed to wear that n-now?"
"No," Kai replies, clearly enjoying how red my face probably is. "I should go to the club and change but I wanted to show you first."
Chapter 7
I can't believe I agree to going to a club by myself. Well, essentially by myself. Because Kai leaves me to go to wherever employees go and I'm left to wander around, trying not to seem awkward.
Music thrums through the air, vibrations going to my bones. I push past the writhing crowds and make my way to the bar.
What am I even doing with my life? No... I should let go and enjoy this. Today's still the weekend and I can deal with things tomorrow. But...
"Hey, you're Kai's boyfriend, right?"
I jolt out of my thoughts and look at the source of the sound. Oh, it's the bartender – a girl who still has baby fat and a baby face and does not look like she should be a bartender.
"Uh... yeah?” I mutter. It’s the first time I’ve really answered that in public.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jimin." She flashes me a smile and I match it.
"I'm Jackson."
"Yeah, I know. Kai told me to give you some free drinks."
I narrow my eyes. "Did he tell you to drug it and make me want to kiss him?"
"How'd you know?" Jimin laughs as she starts whipping something up. "But I'm just going to make you nice and buzzed. You can kiss him if you want him to finally shut up, though."
A few moments later, she slides a glass over. The concoction is blue and smoking, with a cherry on top.
"Midnight Lily," Jimin explains. "Hope you like it."
Whatever Midnight Lily is, it tastes… strange. It feels like I’m drinking smoke and there’s barely any substance. I swallow something bitter and exotic. There’s an aftertaste – like fruit-flavored hard candy. The color is mesmerizing, though, and I swirl the glass, watching the cherry bob up and down.
“Interesting.”
“Hmm… maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m still experimenting with this one. You’re my first guinea pig.”
I make a face, looking back at the drink with different eyes. “Wow, thanks. I’m so flattered,” I deadpan.
She leaves me be after that, occasionally coming back to let me try something else. It seems shady, but Jimin looks harmless and it’s free, after all. I drink whatever she gives me and lean back, letting the whole scene wash over me.
"When is his turn?" I ask the bartender after watching some pole dancer.
"Soon," is her cryptic answer.
I down another drink as I wait. The alcohol hits the back of my throat and I can feel my control getting looser. The music blasting sounds a bit better and the dancing crowds snake around like smoke.
When I blink and the stage comes back into focus, Kai is there.
My mind goes blank. Kai is everything.
He’s still wearing that billowy white shirt and he looks ethereal. It ripples like liquid silver and his moves are fluid, like the water he’s dancing in.
When he throws his head back, the light shines from behind him like a halo. His silhouette is perfect – I imagine running a hand down that jawline, that neck and down that body.
With a splash, he falls into the pool. He continues dancing in it, his shirt getting soaked. It sticks to him and turns transparent and there’s really no use for it anymore. Water drips from him as he moves to the sensual music, trickling down his chest.
He looks totally different, as if he transformed into someone else onstage. His eyes are dark and full of lust. But he’s not doing anything crude – he’s an artist, making something beautiful.
But then his eyes catch mine. A tongue peeks out to lick his lips crudely before he curls his lips into a devilish smirk.
Oh god…
His eyes rake my body, as if I’m the one who’s pretty much naked on stage. Keeping the stare, he lowers himself with a body roll. Slowly, purposefully, he thrusts into the water. Flipping over onto his back, he thrusts upward, with an extra push at the end, letting everyone see the arch of his back. And letting everyone imagine being the one he’s thrusting into.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him, even as he goes back to being the graceful and elegant dancer.
Because I am fucked. So fucked.
Kai finishes and walks off the stage and directly toward the bar. He throws a smile at Jimin and, sopping wet, sits down next to me, spinning on the bar stool to face me.
“Hey,” he breathes out. The music’s too loud and I lean closer to him without thinking. “Enjoying things?”
“You’re hot,” I blurt out.
He laughs, his voice ringing in my ears. “So what should we do now?” he asks suggestively.
I stare at his lips. They’re so red, even in the weird lighting. And they suddenly get closer.
My eyes fly up to see his right in front of me. There are specks of hazel in the dark. The black lining them is smudged and there’s glitter around the corners of his eyes and on his cheeks. They catch the light and blind me.
I let go of everything.
“Shut up,” I mutter and go straight for his lips.
But I think I miss because I get a mouthful of nose and he laughs. “You’re such a cute drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” I whine, my face heating up.
“Come here,” Kai murmurs. “And close your eyes.”
I lean in and obey his command. A hand lifts my chin up and something soft presses onto my lips.
His lips meld into mine and I sigh. Droplets of water fall onto my lap, but he’s so warm and I feel fire everywhere. My hands grip the edge of the bar tightly. His fingers weave into my hair and pull my head closer to him. God, he smells and tastes so good.
So this is what it feels like to finally kiss him.
“Don’t you wish we did this earlier?” he asks without breaking the kiss.
I groan.
He nibbles on my lower lip. My tongue forces his lips apart in reply. The hot inside of his mouth awakens my senses with a flare.
I let go of the table and hold onto him. One hand runs down his wet skin, brushing against a hard bud. He jolts and fuck, this is awesome and I need more. But I need to make myself look cool again. This thirstiness can’t do.
No, if we’re going to do this, I’m topping. I’m gonna be the man.
“Let’s go somewhere else and do more,” I break the kiss and whisper in his ear. The shell of his ear looks inviting and I lick it.
Kai laughs and I make a face. He shouldn’t be laughin
g at this. I’m being sexy.
“You’re in no shape to drive, baby,” he says.
“You’re not driving my baby.” I’m still sober enough to protect my car.
“I know somewhere good,” he whispers. His hot breath tickles me, sending shivers through my body. Well, shit. He’s better at this than me. I can’t do anything about it and it’s not fair. “Come on.”
Taking my hand, he leads me through the crowd.
I think Jimin says, “Have fun!” and Kai calls back, “Thanks bro!”
Someone shoves me from behind, pushing me closer to Kai. He has to stable me with a hug. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. His clothes are still wet.
We turn into a quiet hall. The bad club music pounds softly. I can hear his breathy breathing (is that a thing?) in the sudden quiet.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
Not letting go of me, he pushes open the door to a room in the hall. “My changing room.” He flips the light on. “Voila.”
Stumbling in, I see a tiny ass room with a bed, a fancy table with a mirror and lights, and a drawer. I fall onto the bed. “Nice.”
Kai laughs at me for the nth time tonight. “I wish you’re sober. You’re so dumb right now. But cute.”
I wrinkle my nose. “You’re stupid. Why are you still standing there?” I complain.
Ignoring me, he opens a drawer and pulls out a towel.
“Sh…” Ruffling his hair with the towel, he says, “I told you I’m not a stripper, but I guess I can strip for you.”
Wait, what?
Without letting me reply or even get ready, he takes off the shirt. There are no buttons to undo sexily, but he takes his sweet time. He lifts the hem of the wet shirt, slowly revealing his abs. I stare as more skin is uncovered before my eyes. Faint ribs – damn, he’s skinny – hardened nipples, sexy collarbones and finally the shirt is gone and on the floor.
My breath catches. Is he done teasing? Can we finally get to the real thing?
But now, he licks his lips and starts wiping himself down with the towel. Letting out an annoyed growl, I push myself off the bed. His eyes widen in surprise before they disappear in a smile.
“You’re so cute,” he coos. I grab his waistband and pull him close. “And surprisingly coordinated still.”
“Shut up, you smug ass.” I fall back onto the bed, this time with Kai on me.
“You made me wait for so long,” Kai murmurs, nosing down my neck. “I’m going to make you wait just as long.”
I squirm under him, grabbing his surprisingly broad shoulders and pressing a messy kiss to his lips. “That’s like a line from a bad erotica.”
Kai swear under his breath and it’s so damn hot. “Jimin didn’t give you enough, huh.”
“You really did try to drug me, you fucker.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucker. I’m gonna fuck you up so good tonight.” Kai keeps spewing cheesy dirty talk while nibbling on my skin, but it’s making me feel things.
“No, I’m gonna fuck you.” I scrabble at his pants, but they’re still wet – already wet – and stuck to his skin.
“Cute and desperate,” he mocks.
Kai sits back and lets me strip him under his eyes. He’s not wearing anything else under those tight pants. And I stare at what I see. I’m definitely drunk. It can’t be that big.
“Like it?” he asks.
I can’t say anything except make a keening sound. And then he’s pinning me down and ripping my shirt off.
“Take your pants off.”
I don’t question his order, but I suddenly feel self-conscious. His eyes rake my body and he follows the trail with his lips.
Moaning, I grip the mattress. I’ve never felt lips so soft and warm and sinful on my body. And he’s lying right over me, bare skin on skin. I can feel his heart beat and breathing.
Damn…
“You’re hard already?” he murmurs.
“N-n…” I try to protest.
“It’s okay, babe,” Kai soothes with a kiss right under my navel, his hands gripping and digging into my thighs. “You getting flustered and frustrated is hot, too.”
I shut him up with a kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it does its job. He flips me over and caresses my ass.
“You’re the stereotypical top, but you can bottom today,” he murmurs gleefully. “Just sit back and enjoy. I’ll even apply the lube by myself.”
I open my mouth to curse at him, but then something enters my ass and I cry out.
“It hurts the first time,” Kai says in my ear, one hand going down my spine.
Another digit goes in before I can get used to it and my hips buck up. I’ve never felt this before and his fingernail scrapes at the walls and fuck, I can’t think.
“How does it feel?” Kai coos. His fingers slide in and out. My thoughts are already messed up from the drinks and now they’re just… fuck. I try to match his rhythm, but I don’t know what’s happening, and my cock is so hard it hurts.
“Ready for the real thing?”
No? Yes? But I just let out an ungodly moan in reply.
Kai shifts above me. I can still feel his body heat radiating. Then all I can feel is the tip of his cock at my entrance. And then in me.
The ring of muscles stretches and wraps around his wide girth. I move up to meet him on instinct.
“You’re tight as a virgin, fuck, Jackson.” His voice is dark and rough and it drips with lust when he says my name.
Kai had transformed onstage and now he’s a beast. There’s nothing slow, teasing or sensual now. He thrusts with full force like he’s doing it for show, and fuck, fuck, fuck.
Liquid fire flows through my veins. I see stars and I can’t do anything except let him slam into me again and again and again. It feels so damn good. A hand finds my neglected cock – hard and curled to stomach. His touch sends me to euphoria. I don’t know when – probably not long enough – when I feel –
“Oh shit, Kai, oh fuck – ”
“Are you going to come for me, babe?”
He doesn’t get to finish before I’m sent over the top. All my muscles tighten with a spasm and I come everywhere. Kai lets out a moan and fills me with hot liquid.
I collapse and he falls down on top of me, breathless and sweaty. I feel buzzed but limp and I just want to sleep in his arms.
But kissing my nose, Kai says, “Let’s do this again when you’re not drunk.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter with the last of my energy.
Chapter 8
Showered and refreshed, we lie on the small bed.
"That was fun. We should do it more," I mumble, my eyelids feeling heavy. Which is a bad sign, because I say more weird things when sleepy than when drunk.
He pushes himself up and presses a kiss to an eyelid.
"The other one too."
I close my eyes and he fulfills my request. His soft lips meet my eyelid. He kisses my nose too, for an extra measure.
We lie in silence. It feels nice to be in his arms and have him in mine.
"You know," I suddenly have the urge to say. "I'm really confused in life."
"Aren't we all." When he talks, I can feel the vibrations against my chest.
"Mmm... Tell me more about yourself."
"What are you confused about?"
I make a face. "You. My dad. Myself. Am I allowed to still be pissed at my dad? I always hated my job but now I think it's okay but if I admit that, I'll be slapping myself in the face. And am I allowed to thirst after you?"
"Why shouldn't you be allowed to thirst? I know I'm hot."
I groan, rolling my eyes. "Why are you so goddamn annoying?"
"I guess you have a thing for annoying guys," Kai singsongs.
I elbow him but it somehow turns into a sexual tickle war.
"S-stop!" I gasp out, grasping his fingers (fuck, these fingers were *in me.) "I was trying to be serious."
He sighs, settling back in my arms. "There's nothing wrong with what you're
thinking," he murmurs. "Nobody's totally sure of what they want. Everyone will be happy if you decide you actually like how your life is now."
"Yeah?" My bipolar ass is starting to get sleepy again. "What about you?"
"I act like I'm happy, but I'm kind of sad inside. But that's also a cliché..." Kai sighs. "I don't know. I'm not really good at telling people how I feel, whether it’s the happy stuff or sad stuff. Maybe that's why I write. So I can use my characters to say the things I want to say."
"Have you been writing anything recently?"
"Yeah. There's a group of characters who are at different points of their lives, but all of them want to be somewhere else. One guy is a rich CEO's son, who doesn't want anything to do with that status, but knows he shouldn't take it for granted."
"Is that supposed to be me?" I mumble.
Kai chuckles softly in reply. "And then there's a guy who's really just average, even though his lifestyle is unconventional. Others might think his life is full of adventures, but there was nothing to look forward to. Until he met that rich guy."
"Is this a love story?"
"Maybe."
I line my breathing to Kai's steady breaths. His heart beats against me like an anchor, lulling me to sleep.
"Would you still date me? If there wasn't that ad?"
"I wouldn't have met you..."
Lee's expression when I enter the office the next day makes me stop breathing. I freeze and stare at him.
"Uh... Is something wrong?" I dare to ask.
"Is something wrong?" the man echoes.
I gulp.
He sighs. "Paparazzi caught you at a club yesterday and snapped photos of you. Kissing a dancer. It's all over the media."
Fucking. Shit.
I school my face into an emotionless expression. "What are the headlines?"
Lee hands me his phone in reply. I swipe through the screenshots and pictures.
They are the usual paparazzi clickbait headlines, but there's a shred of truth.
"Worcester Heir is Closeted Gay!"
"Heir Uses Dad's Money for Prostitute!"
"Jackson Worcester Gets Drunk and Dirty!"
The headlines burn in my eyes. And the last two...