I Am Tired Of Being A Hero -
Chapter 127: The heat seared through his veins (Slight M)
Chapter 127: The heat seared through his veins (Slight M)
Ravi looked up to see blue eyes smiling at him. He realized at this moment that he was drowning in the ocean, whether it was the feeling of being unable to take a breath or his legs not having the strength to swim to shore.
But it was alright. He felt so regretful because he chose to jump into this ocean by himself.
His gaze moved down from those eyes to those lips. Pink and full. Oh heaven! How would they taste?
He wanted to kiss him so much that his entire body hummed with the desire to do so, to rise on his tip-top, and close the gap between their lips, to taste Arlen, claiming those lips in a passionate kiss.
But Arlen was not his to claim, the thought made him restrain himself.
"Arlen!" He called out. His voice was very light, so light it barely carried away.
’I am okay. You can stop hugging me now."
Arlen chuckled, the timbre of his voice causing Ravi’s body to vibrate, "Just one minute more."
Ravi smiled faintly and let him. There was barely any distance between them.
After 60 seconds, he pulled away and straightened out his wrinkled collar for him.
"I can’t believe you were counting." He sounded disappointed.
"There is still the wine, let’s finish it." He did not mention how the heat that permeated his bones refused to dissipate. He was burning up.
Arlen poured the wine this time and downed the entire drink.
"You. You don’t drink this kind of wine like that." Well, he did but that was because he wanted the wine to wash his thoughts away but if someone should drink an old red wine like this, then it would be bad. He should have sipped it, a little at a time. He even filled the glass.
"How are you feeling?" Ravi asked him, taking away the empty glass.
The liquor’s strength surged upward, muddling the brain. He looked at Ravi with a betrayed expression, "You should have let me hug you some more." His eyes were a little reddened, there was a slight crease between his brows and lightly pursed lips. He gave the appearance of being teased.
Ravi could feel an erection straining at this expression. He used everything in him to control himself.
He picked up the glass and also drank it down.
"Captain, you can’t go home like this. Rest in a guestroom for this night, okay."
Arlen reached out to support his head, he propped it up but it felt so heavy like it was filled with lead and he couldn’t keep it straight.
He blinked and looked pitifully at Ravi.
"Raviiiii. I think I am drunk."
Fuck!
Ravi let out a breath.
"Arlen. Yes, you are drunk. Let’s go."
It was much more difficult than he expected. Arlen was a disobedient drunk. He refused to move or talk anymore and would stiffen his body so that Ravi could not help him up. Just looking at him, if he moved to the right, the other’s gaze would follow him and if he moved to the left, Arlen would turn to see him properly.
Ravi almost wanted to laugh. Exasperated, he bent over in front of him and covered his eyes with his eyes and teleported to a bedroom on the first floor.
He did not remove his hand from his eyes and Arlen did not ask him to remove it either. He hummed a tone from his native language, soon he could feel the breathing of the Captain even out.
Thirty minutes.
"So he can not drink." He recalled that during their questions, Arlen was still carrying the first half glass and was drinking it so slowly when Ravi had drunk the same glass more than four times. He recalled the way he had looked when Ravi refilled the glass the first time.
The corners of his mouth twitched and he finally could not help but laugh out loud with a "Pfft"
"Little fool." He sat by the bedside and looked at Arlen who was sleeping. His chest rose and fell, his entire face relaxed with a hint of a smile on it.
"What are you dreaming about?" Ravi leaned forward and looked at that face. His finger traced the lips. He was not sure if it was the lips or his own hands that were burning hot. He instantly pulled it back and disappeared to his own room.
The heat filled his body as Ravi entered the bathroom to splash water on his face. His skin fell right over his skin and he just kept seeing him.
"He is your friend, Ravi. STOP. WANTING. HIM."
But it was Arlen’s image that greeted him. He looked so mouthwatering. So fucking mouthwatering.
Ravi stared at the ceiling when he lay down. He tried to calm his whirring thoughts. Nothing settled. He wanted to scream.
The alcohol did not help and their prolonged hug had just made things worse. Thoughts of Arlen consumed him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to push him against a wall, Stare into his eyes and then claim his mouth, push him down and kiss every inch of his body.
He wanted to sink his fingers into that blonde hair and press their bodies together. He wanted him over him, his fingers in him, flushed together and..
Heat seared inside Ravi as the thoughts filled his mind. His cock stirred so hard that it was bulged against his trousers. Ravi could not remember when he had an erection so hard that it was almost purple.
"Arlen." He whispered into the pillow His heart pounded as he clenched the mattress, he could not move. Every time all he could imagine was that the blanket was Arlen’s touch or the shift of his thigh was his leg pressing into his.
He imagined Arlen leaning over him, trailing warm kisses along his chest, past his collarbones, and along the side of his neck.
A low lengthy moan slipped from his lips and his hand soon reached his length. It jerked in his grip, anxious and wanting, the precum smearing over his hand. His hips thrust up and he imagined meeting him, his erections grinding against him. He would nip at his earlobe, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over him.
He groaned through gritted teeth as the orgasm hit, making his hips strain up as his cock fired long ropes of cum onto his stomach.
Damn! He had just come thinking about his friend. The friend that was sleeping downstairs. So fucking gorgeous.
Ravi could feel his cock stirring again at the thought OF Arlen. Smiling mouth and beautiful eyes, Long, elegant and masculine fingers resting against the wine glass.
Oh! Sweet Sentinel Temple! Ravi wanted to scream.
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