Illusions (7/?)
Title : Illusions (7/?)
Rating : NC 17
Pairing : Ruki x Kai
Theme : IV - 7 - Shag carpet
Summary : Damn it. Where the hell is he?
A/N : C&C are welcomed. ^^ From Ruki's POV.
Past chapters
Chptr 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6
I waited, wrapping the scarf to cover my face from the harsh wind. As I hugged myself, I looked across the street to again check the clock.
2.18A.M
Damn it. Where the hell is he? Is he honestly going to spend the night with that man? He better come back. And come back soon. I slumped against the wall, my bum frozen on the cold pavement, waiting for him. Damn it. Kai. Come back. Please.
I amused myself with thoughts on what is the best way to kill a fellow singer who is superior to me in height, personality, looks, everything. Damn it. He will not get the better of me in this. Kai is mine. I stopped in the tracks of my own nonsensical thoughts. Since when is he still mine? I had let him go myself. If anything, these are my own fault.
“Ruki?”
I turned to see him staring down at me in surprise, his keys hanging from his fingers. I peeked around him to see whether the other singer is around but thankfully, there were no signs of anyone else.
“What are you doing here?”
I opened my mouth, closing it, opening it yet again. What excuse can I give him? He bent and tentatively touched my shoulder, concern etched all over his face before he gave a startled cry, pulling me up and rushing to his front door. Damn. His mother hen mode had just taken over. I vaguely catch him mumbling about me getting pneumonia and how everyone will start blaming him and how fans all over will send bombs to his house for letting me die. And yes, that is my drama queen Kai.
I found myself sitting on his couch, him disappearing to his toilet and his bedroom before reappearing with clean clothes and blankets. I watched him, taking in his pursed lip of concentration, the frown on his forehead as he started to strip my motionless body of my damp shirt, moving on to my pants when his fingers stilled. He remembered. I remembered. I caught the quick flicker of his eyes towards mine before he stepped back, him motioning towards the clean clothes lying next to me as he hastily find shelter in the kitchen.
I honestly do not recall how it happened. How I found myself leaning against the doorsill, watching him watch the kettle boil, how I reached for him, hugging him close to me, how we end up kissing with both our shirts gone, how our body temperatures started to rise in one accord as we found ourselves on the cool tiles, partially cushioned by the thin carpet lining the tiles, him crouching above me, my body imprisoned by his knees.
All I could remember was him staring down at me, lust and disappointment a curious combination in his eyes before he leant down, obeying my fingers on his neck, tugging him down to me, our lips yet again meeting, our tongues exploring each others’ caverns, something not unfamiliar to us both but never cease to make my heart race faster. His warm hands explored my chest, mine roaming on the curves of his shoulders, resting on his neck, massaging the nape of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go. My hands slide to the waistband of his jeans, fingers hooking around the low hanging material, his whimpering as he pulled away, lips bruised, cheeks flushed, looking as beautiful as ever. His breathing quickened as I unbuttoned his pants, our eyes still fixated on each other, his hands braced on my abdomens, holding himself up, me knowing that he could fee me hard and heavy beneath him, us separated by only a few layers of clothes.
I pulled myself to sit up, him scooting slightly lower to accommodate me, my palms on his waist, his fingers curled around my biceps. There was again that look in his eyes, something that pull me back to the present, to him who is on my lap, his fingers tracing invisible lines on my arms, his eyes now averted downwards, both of us now in the awkward pregnant silence.
“Kai?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you want this?”
I saw him biting down on his lip, not answering me, his fingers now making small indentions on my arms. What are we doing?
“I always want you”
The softest of whispers reached my ears and that was enough. Enough for my selfish self to take over. I nudged his head up, kissing him hard, to hell with all the consequences of that tomorrow will bring.
Rating : NC 17
Pairing : Ruki x Kai
Theme : IV - 7 - Shag carpet
Summary : Damn it. Where the hell is he?
A/N : C&C are welcomed. ^^ From Ruki's POV.
Past chapters
Chptr 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6
I waited, wrapping the scarf to cover my face from the harsh wind. As I hugged myself, I looked across the street to again check the clock.
2.18A.M
Damn it. Where the hell is he? Is he honestly going to spend the night with that man? He better come back. And come back soon. I slumped against the wall, my bum frozen on the cold pavement, waiting for him. Damn it. Kai. Come back. Please.
I amused myself with thoughts on what is the best way to kill a fellow singer who is superior to me in height, personality, looks, everything. Damn it. He will not get the better of me in this. Kai is mine. I stopped in the tracks of my own nonsensical thoughts. Since when is he still mine? I had let him go myself. If anything, these are my own fault.
“Ruki?”
I turned to see him staring down at me in surprise, his keys hanging from his fingers. I peeked around him to see whether the other singer is around but thankfully, there were no signs of anyone else.
“What are you doing here?”
I opened my mouth, closing it, opening it yet again. What excuse can I give him? He bent and tentatively touched my shoulder, concern etched all over his face before he gave a startled cry, pulling me up and rushing to his front door. Damn. His mother hen mode had just taken over. I vaguely catch him mumbling about me getting pneumonia and how everyone will start blaming him and how fans all over will send bombs to his house for letting me die. And yes, that is my drama queen Kai.
I found myself sitting on his couch, him disappearing to his toilet and his bedroom before reappearing with clean clothes and blankets. I watched him, taking in his pursed lip of concentration, the frown on his forehead as he started to strip my motionless body of my damp shirt, moving on to my pants when his fingers stilled. He remembered. I remembered. I caught the quick flicker of his eyes towards mine before he stepped back, him motioning towards the clean clothes lying next to me as he hastily find shelter in the kitchen.
I honestly do not recall how it happened. How I found myself leaning against the doorsill, watching him watch the kettle boil, how I reached for him, hugging him close to me, how we end up kissing with both our shirts gone, how our body temperatures started to rise in one accord as we found ourselves on the cool tiles, partially cushioned by the thin carpet lining the tiles, him crouching above me, my body imprisoned by his knees.
All I could remember was him staring down at me, lust and disappointment a curious combination in his eyes before he leant down, obeying my fingers on his neck, tugging him down to me, our lips yet again meeting, our tongues exploring each others’ caverns, something not unfamiliar to us both but never cease to make my heart race faster. His warm hands explored my chest, mine roaming on the curves of his shoulders, resting on his neck, massaging the nape of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go. My hands slide to the waistband of his jeans, fingers hooking around the low hanging material, his whimpering as he pulled away, lips bruised, cheeks flushed, looking as beautiful as ever. His breathing quickened as I unbuttoned his pants, our eyes still fixated on each other, his hands braced on my abdomens, holding himself up, me knowing that he could fee me hard and heavy beneath him, us separated by only a few layers of clothes.
I pulled myself to sit up, him scooting slightly lower to accommodate me, my palms on his waist, his fingers curled around my biceps. There was again that look in his eyes, something that pull me back to the present, to him who is on my lap, his fingers tracing invisible lines on my arms, his eyes now averted downwards, both of us now in the awkward pregnant silence.
“Kai?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you want this?”
I saw him biting down on his lip, not answering me, his fingers now making small indentions on my arms. What are we doing?
“I always want you”
The softest of whispers reached my ears and that was enough. Enough for my selfish self to take over. I nudged his head up, kissing him hard, to hell with all the consequences of that tomorrow will bring.